Part Two
It took me a moment to realize that I was in the main lobby of the police station. Since I was the closest to the front door, I walked up to it and looked outside. The courtyard was packed with zombies. No exit there.
I walked down the stairs and stopped in front of the broken fountain. There were two doors, one to my left and another up the ramp. I tried the one up the ramp first, but it wouldn't budge. Plus, I also heard the moaning of zombies inside. No exit there, either.
That left the set of double doors at the foot of the ramp. I pulled out the handgun and entered.
A giant spider greeted me with a glob of vemon. I dodged and when it charged at me, I dodged that and the second one as I ran through the door.
The next hallway was pratically deserted. I took a step forward...
...and something fell directly in front of me. It looked liked a human that was turned inside out. I remember back during an assignment on Sheena Island, Commander Goldman told me about these things that he had dubbed Lickers, because of it's tougue.
[Note. I know that the RPD gave the Licker its name, but this is for dramatic purposes.]
I wasn't going to wait around to get sliced into Umbrella terriyaki, I ran past the thing and rounded the corner, only to find two more of the damn things lying in wait. The one that was closest to me tried to take a swipe at my legs, but I was too fast for the thing.
A loud scream caught my attention. The farthest Licker leapt at me, claw raised. I waited until the last minute before I rolled out the way. The Licker landed gracefully on the floor, but I was already making a break for the door. A scream alerted me that one of the Lickers was going to try that leaping attack on me again.
I slammed the door behind me...
Thud.
I smirked as the Licker slammed into the door. Those things my be lethal, but they are just like the zombies: Not very smart.
I pulled out my handgun and began to inch my way down the hall, which was littered with tables and other heavy objects. My guess is than when the T-virus was released, the Raccoon Police Department had barricaded the police station for a standoff against the undead.
I hate to admit it, but eventhough they were all killed, they had the courage to die fighting. That's how I would like to go out.
Something was inching its way towards me. It looked like...well, it looked like a giant piece of ivy with tentacles.
I only saw this thing one time, and that was back at the Umbrella Labs, and from what I had read, this thing was part of Umbrella's Bio Organic Weapons program.
And somehow, this thing has gotten loose in the city.
I remembered that this B.O.W. had a flaw; a weak spot to be exact. Its stem, which was also its nerve center. If I hit that, then the thing would die.
Getting into a crouching position, I aimed at the thing and fired three rounds. The mutated plant jerked, its tentacles spasming before it fell to the floor in a pool of blue chlorophyll.
I rounded the corner and found another one of those plants lurking in the hall. That was no problem. After a disposed of that overgrown piece of weed, I ventured onward. When I passed the second corpse, one of its tentacles snapped forward and smacked me in the chest.
I was more surprised rather than hurt, since it didn't get through my armor. I put another bullet in the corpse and headed for the next door.
There were two more of those plant things waiting for me. One of them opened its maw and spat out acidic bile at me. I leapt back, and the lethal shower spattered onto the ground.
These were different types of plants than the ones I had fought in the previous room. Either it was that they were a shade of purple, or that it tried to kill me with poison. I ran to the far end of the room and whipped out the Desert Eagle. The second plant tried to spray me with the poison, but luckily, I was out of reach.
I aimed at the one on the left.
BLAM! BLAM!
The first one folded and died. After a few more shots, its companion followed suit. I guess these kind of plants don't like high-density caliber slugs. I passed them and walked up the stairs.
As I placed my feet on the landing, I felt the floor slightly shake. Whatever was coming was something big.
I was right.
An eight-foot, trenchcoat-wearing humanoid came stomping in my direction, hands the size of a human head balled into giant fists. Its bald head looking down on me with blank white eyes. And he was coming for me.
I've heard about this thing back at the H.Q., but I never really thought that this monstrosity really existed. It was known by only one word.
Tyrant.
And it knew that I had a sample of the G-virus in my posession.
And it would do ANYTHING to get it...that includes killing me.
The landing was big enough for me to weave around the menace, but when the thing got close enough, it cocked one huge fist back and swung in an overhead blow that would have decapitated me in an instant.
I moved, and the Tyrant made a rather nice indention in the wall. By the time it had got its hand free, I was already at the other door and gone.
Best to keep moving, eventhough this hall was littered with zombies. Fotunately, all of them were all on the floor, and some of them were crawling towards me.
Pulling out my handgun, I shot every one of them in the head before rounding the corner and going through the door.
In this room, I had found another variation of the Licker. In fact, I've found three of them. The first one tried to take a swipe at me, but missed. When I was about to round the corner, I've heard the three Lickers scream at the same time.
They were going to strike at the same time with that leaping slash attack.
At the same time, the one behind me, the one in front of me, and the one to my right leapt. I dove to the floor and the three Lickers ended up tearing into each other.
Oops.
The next room, which was the library, was quiet. No zombies or monsters coming out of the woodwork. I took a moment to check my ammo.
It was very low. I had two full handgun clips, one Magnum clip, and about six shotgun shells left. It was time to get REALLY lucky. I went through the double doors, and saw one of those mutant plants about two yards from me. There were two more of those plants, on near the emergency ladder and another on the far end of the balcony.
I ignored the closest one and turned my attention to the one that was advancing on me. The overgrown science project fell after a few caliber rounds to the stem. Making my way to the otherside of the balcony, I dealt out the same punishment to its counterpart.
As I approached the door, it swung open and zombies came rushing out. Upon seeing me, they made a beeline in my direction.
I wasn't even thinking. I raised my handgun and fired...and fired...and fired...
Head shot after head shot, one by one, the zombies fell to the floor as I backed up, firing until I was out of ammo. I ejected the used clip and slapped another one into my handgun. I continued to fire upon the onslaught of zombies until there were none left.
By that time, I had used all of the ammo for the handgun. Seeing that it was now useless, I tossed that aside and pulled out the Desert Eagle. I had about one full clip left, so I decided against using that for the moment and brandished the shotgun.
I walked into the room where the zombies were at moments earlier before they had met an untimely fate at my hands. Nothing, so I went through the other door...and promptly blew a zombie to hell with my shotgun. I turned, and there were three guarding the door. I dealt with them (it took me about three shotgun blasts) I rushed through the door.
I was almost home free. All I had to do was go down this hallway, and I was at the rendezvous point. The door in front of me was torn off of its hinges, so I had to be careful. I rounded the corner...
and I saw the Tyrant turn the corner, stomping towards me, murder in its souless white eyes.
It was clear to me that he was pissed.
There was no room to manuver this time. This time, I was going to shoot it out. I brought the shotgun, and fired at him, giving him an unhealthy dose of shotgun shell after shell, until I was out.
I threw down the shotgun and brandished the Magnum and fired my last clip into the humanoid creature. Surprisingly enough, after I fired my last bullet into his chest, he stopped in his tracks. He looked rather woozy, since he was trying to remain standing.
Then, he fell to his knees. I took a step back, since we were eye-to-eye with each other when he had went on his knees. Then he fell face down onto the ground.
I did it. I had stopped the Tyrant...for now.
Time to go.
I stepped over his body and rounded the corner, passing a line of broken windows. I could hear the zombies from here. From the corner of my eye, they had swarmed the RPD parking lot. I turned again and saw the door. I opened it and was greeted with the sight of the night sky.
That and the burned-out shell of a helicopter that was sticking out of the wall.
Fishing into my pockets, I found my signal flare and ignited it. The flare sailed into the sky like a firecacker on the Fourth of July.
I didn't have to wait long. A helicopter with the red-and-white logo of the Umbrella Corporation appeared overhead, and flashed a searchlight down on me. I waved them down, and the copter lowered down onto the roof to make the pickup.
***
It was over. I pulled off my face mask and took a deep breath of fresh air as I looked down onto the city. The streets were littered with crashed cars and Raccoon City's zombified populace. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the small vial filled with a purple fluid.
G-virus.
I was caught up in my revire for a moment until I heard the pilot speak in a cold voice.
"Once again, only you survive, Mr. Death. Always, only you survive, Mr. Death.."
I don't respond to the pilot's barb. Basically, I do not care. I smiled to myself as I pocket my prize. 'The Death cannot die,' I think to myself as I close my eyes and fall asleep...
***
-Umbrella Research and Division Facility, Paris, France-
"...and that concludes my report," Hunk finishes.
Christine Henri nods. "Well done on your assignment, Commander. You have retrieved a sample of the G-virus and got out of Raccoon City alive. Speaking of which..." She pulls out a remote and presses the play button on the VCR/TV combo that was on the stand behindHunk. A recording of the morning news begin to play. "I got this from out New York office this morning."
"And now," the anchorman was saying, "we have a rather unfortunate turn of events. It seems that the President and the federal council have passed judgement over the civilians of Raccoon City. The President and the federal council have ruled that the 'baccilus-terminate' operation was the best course of action for this extreme situation and since, executed it. Based on that fact, Raccoon City has been literally, wiped off the map.Current reports say that the death toll are expected to reach over the 100,000 mark. Our hearts go out to those poor civilians...of Raccoon City..."
Christine turns off the TV. "Indeed," she whispers. "If Birkin whould have handed over the samples, then Raccoon City wouldn't be destroyed. Those people's blood are on my hands."
Hunk shook his head. "There is no dwelling on the past, Christine. What's done it done, and nothing could change that."
Christine nods. "You're right. Also, you have to report to the executive board on Monday."
Hunk frowned. "What for?"
Christine smiles a bitter smile at him. "For starters, you have a really bad habit of being the sole survivor of every mision you've been sent on."
Hunk sighed. This was not he he had planned on spendng his vacation.
End.
It took me a moment to realize that I was in the main lobby of the police station. Since I was the closest to the front door, I walked up to it and looked outside. The courtyard was packed with zombies. No exit there.
I walked down the stairs and stopped in front of the broken fountain. There were two doors, one to my left and another up the ramp. I tried the one up the ramp first, but it wouldn't budge. Plus, I also heard the moaning of zombies inside. No exit there, either.
That left the set of double doors at the foot of the ramp. I pulled out the handgun and entered.
A giant spider greeted me with a glob of vemon. I dodged and when it charged at me, I dodged that and the second one as I ran through the door.
The next hallway was pratically deserted. I took a step forward...
...and something fell directly in front of me. It looked liked a human that was turned inside out. I remember back during an assignment on Sheena Island, Commander Goldman told me about these things that he had dubbed Lickers, because of it's tougue.
[Note. I know that the RPD gave the Licker its name, but this is for dramatic purposes.]
I wasn't going to wait around to get sliced into Umbrella terriyaki, I ran past the thing and rounded the corner, only to find two more of the damn things lying in wait. The one that was closest to me tried to take a swipe at my legs, but I was too fast for the thing.
A loud scream caught my attention. The farthest Licker leapt at me, claw raised. I waited until the last minute before I rolled out the way. The Licker landed gracefully on the floor, but I was already making a break for the door. A scream alerted me that one of the Lickers was going to try that leaping attack on me again.
I slammed the door behind me...
Thud.
I smirked as the Licker slammed into the door. Those things my be lethal, but they are just like the zombies: Not very smart.
I pulled out my handgun and began to inch my way down the hall, which was littered with tables and other heavy objects. My guess is than when the T-virus was released, the Raccoon Police Department had barricaded the police station for a standoff against the undead.
I hate to admit it, but eventhough they were all killed, they had the courage to die fighting. That's how I would like to go out.
Something was inching its way towards me. It looked like...well, it looked like a giant piece of ivy with tentacles.
I only saw this thing one time, and that was back at the Umbrella Labs, and from what I had read, this thing was part of Umbrella's Bio Organic Weapons program.
And somehow, this thing has gotten loose in the city.
I remembered that this B.O.W. had a flaw; a weak spot to be exact. Its stem, which was also its nerve center. If I hit that, then the thing would die.
Getting into a crouching position, I aimed at the thing and fired three rounds. The mutated plant jerked, its tentacles spasming before it fell to the floor in a pool of blue chlorophyll.
I rounded the corner and found another one of those plants lurking in the hall. That was no problem. After a disposed of that overgrown piece of weed, I ventured onward. When I passed the second corpse, one of its tentacles snapped forward and smacked me in the chest.
I was more surprised rather than hurt, since it didn't get through my armor. I put another bullet in the corpse and headed for the next door.
There were two more of those plant things waiting for me. One of them opened its maw and spat out acidic bile at me. I leapt back, and the lethal shower spattered onto the ground.
These were different types of plants than the ones I had fought in the previous room. Either it was that they were a shade of purple, or that it tried to kill me with poison. I ran to the far end of the room and whipped out the Desert Eagle. The second plant tried to spray me with the poison, but luckily, I was out of reach.
I aimed at the one on the left.
BLAM! BLAM!
The first one folded and died. After a few more shots, its companion followed suit. I guess these kind of plants don't like high-density caliber slugs. I passed them and walked up the stairs.
As I placed my feet on the landing, I felt the floor slightly shake. Whatever was coming was something big.
I was right.
An eight-foot, trenchcoat-wearing humanoid came stomping in my direction, hands the size of a human head balled into giant fists. Its bald head looking down on me with blank white eyes. And he was coming for me.
I've heard about this thing back at the H.Q., but I never really thought that this monstrosity really existed. It was known by only one word.
Tyrant.
And it knew that I had a sample of the G-virus in my posession.
And it would do ANYTHING to get it...that includes killing me.
The landing was big enough for me to weave around the menace, but when the thing got close enough, it cocked one huge fist back and swung in an overhead blow that would have decapitated me in an instant.
I moved, and the Tyrant made a rather nice indention in the wall. By the time it had got its hand free, I was already at the other door and gone.
Best to keep moving, eventhough this hall was littered with zombies. Fotunately, all of them were all on the floor, and some of them were crawling towards me.
Pulling out my handgun, I shot every one of them in the head before rounding the corner and going through the door.
In this room, I had found another variation of the Licker. In fact, I've found three of them. The first one tried to take a swipe at me, but missed. When I was about to round the corner, I've heard the three Lickers scream at the same time.
They were going to strike at the same time with that leaping slash attack.
At the same time, the one behind me, the one in front of me, and the one to my right leapt. I dove to the floor and the three Lickers ended up tearing into each other.
Oops.
The next room, which was the library, was quiet. No zombies or monsters coming out of the woodwork. I took a moment to check my ammo.
It was very low. I had two full handgun clips, one Magnum clip, and about six shotgun shells left. It was time to get REALLY lucky. I went through the double doors, and saw one of those mutant plants about two yards from me. There were two more of those plants, on near the emergency ladder and another on the far end of the balcony.
I ignored the closest one and turned my attention to the one that was advancing on me. The overgrown science project fell after a few caliber rounds to the stem. Making my way to the otherside of the balcony, I dealt out the same punishment to its counterpart.
As I approached the door, it swung open and zombies came rushing out. Upon seeing me, they made a beeline in my direction.
I wasn't even thinking. I raised my handgun and fired...and fired...and fired...
Head shot after head shot, one by one, the zombies fell to the floor as I backed up, firing until I was out of ammo. I ejected the used clip and slapped another one into my handgun. I continued to fire upon the onslaught of zombies until there were none left.
By that time, I had used all of the ammo for the handgun. Seeing that it was now useless, I tossed that aside and pulled out the Desert Eagle. I had about one full clip left, so I decided against using that for the moment and brandished the shotgun.
I walked into the room where the zombies were at moments earlier before they had met an untimely fate at my hands. Nothing, so I went through the other door...and promptly blew a zombie to hell with my shotgun. I turned, and there were three guarding the door. I dealt with them (it took me about three shotgun blasts) I rushed through the door.
I was almost home free. All I had to do was go down this hallway, and I was at the rendezvous point. The door in front of me was torn off of its hinges, so I had to be careful. I rounded the corner...
and I saw the Tyrant turn the corner, stomping towards me, murder in its souless white eyes.
It was clear to me that he was pissed.
There was no room to manuver this time. This time, I was going to shoot it out. I brought the shotgun, and fired at him, giving him an unhealthy dose of shotgun shell after shell, until I was out.
I threw down the shotgun and brandished the Magnum and fired my last clip into the humanoid creature. Surprisingly enough, after I fired my last bullet into his chest, he stopped in his tracks. He looked rather woozy, since he was trying to remain standing.
Then, he fell to his knees. I took a step back, since we were eye-to-eye with each other when he had went on his knees. Then he fell face down onto the ground.
I did it. I had stopped the Tyrant...for now.
Time to go.
I stepped over his body and rounded the corner, passing a line of broken windows. I could hear the zombies from here. From the corner of my eye, they had swarmed the RPD parking lot. I turned again and saw the door. I opened it and was greeted with the sight of the night sky.
That and the burned-out shell of a helicopter that was sticking out of the wall.
Fishing into my pockets, I found my signal flare and ignited it. The flare sailed into the sky like a firecacker on the Fourth of July.
I didn't have to wait long. A helicopter with the red-and-white logo of the Umbrella Corporation appeared overhead, and flashed a searchlight down on me. I waved them down, and the copter lowered down onto the roof to make the pickup.
***
It was over. I pulled off my face mask and took a deep breath of fresh air as I looked down onto the city. The streets were littered with crashed cars and Raccoon City's zombified populace. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the small vial filled with a purple fluid.
G-virus.
I was caught up in my revire for a moment until I heard the pilot speak in a cold voice.
"Once again, only you survive, Mr. Death. Always, only you survive, Mr. Death.."
I don't respond to the pilot's barb. Basically, I do not care. I smiled to myself as I pocket my prize. 'The Death cannot die,' I think to myself as I close my eyes and fall asleep...
***
-Umbrella Research and Division Facility, Paris, France-
"...and that concludes my report," Hunk finishes.
Christine Henri nods. "Well done on your assignment, Commander. You have retrieved a sample of the G-virus and got out of Raccoon City alive. Speaking of which..." She pulls out a remote and presses the play button on the VCR/TV combo that was on the stand behindHunk. A recording of the morning news begin to play. "I got this from out New York office this morning."
"And now," the anchorman was saying, "we have a rather unfortunate turn of events. It seems that the President and the federal council have passed judgement over the civilians of Raccoon City. The President and the federal council have ruled that the 'baccilus-terminate' operation was the best course of action for this extreme situation and since, executed it. Based on that fact, Raccoon City has been literally, wiped off the map.Current reports say that the death toll are expected to reach over the 100,000 mark. Our hearts go out to those poor civilians...of Raccoon City..."
Christine turns off the TV. "Indeed," she whispers. "If Birkin whould have handed over the samples, then Raccoon City wouldn't be destroyed. Those people's blood are on my hands."
Hunk shook his head. "There is no dwelling on the past, Christine. What's done it done, and nothing could change that."
Christine nods. "You're right. Also, you have to report to the executive board on Monday."
Hunk frowned. "What for?"
Christine smiles a bitter smile at him. "For starters, you have a really bad habit of being the sole survivor of every mision you've been sent on."
Hunk sighed. This was not he he had planned on spendng his vacation.
End.
