I do not own the rights to Resident Evil or any of its characters, Capcom does. I also do not make any money by writing this story. This is my second fan fic, I have only played the games RE, RE2 and RE3. So I may get the plot wrong compared to the resident Evil novels.
I do like RE3 but its just so fun taking the piss out of it.
There might be a few spelling and grammar errors cause i don't have a spellchecker and grammar checker at the moment.
Jill and Nemesis's excellent adventure
By S.T.A.R.S
Chapter 4
Jill looked around the reception area of the R.P.D, it was unusally queit. It was ususally teaming with life. Jill decided to try the first door on the left, it was locked. She realised that the last sirviving police officers here might have tripped the locks to try and keeps the zombies out. She then decided to stroll over to the computer at the reception desk that contained the computer which in control of the door locking mechanisms for the R.P.D.
Jill reached the computer and looked at the display. It showed this:
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R.P.D
West wing: Locked
East wing: Locked
Locker room: Unlocked
You need a keycard to unlock all the doors
Hint: Scab Brad's keycard it should be out in the coutyard cause the silly twat always carries the thing around with him. Oops i've said to much.
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Jill grunted in frustration when she veiwed the display. How dare they remove Tetris she thought. I had the highest score. It had taken Jill hours to break Brad's previous record and now it was all gone. Jill cried in deperation, out of all the death and devestation in Raccoon City one thing she expected to remain untouched was her Tetris game. Jill wiped away a tear and took a swig of JD to settle her nerves. Once Jill had settled down she decided to go into the only unlocked room, the locker room.
Jill opened the door to the locker room very slowly just in case there might be a nasty surprise on the other side. When she noticed the coast was clear she walked inside the locker room. The first thing she noticed was the putrid smell of death and the place was in real state of disarray. It looked like a running battle had been fought here, tables and chairs were upturned everywhere. The walls and florrs of the room were decorated in blood.
Jill then heard a low moan that sent a chill down her spine. There were 3 zombies shuffling there way around at the other end of the room. Two of them were in police uniforms and the ohter was in civilian clothing. They didn't notice that Jill had entered the room. One of them was just shuffling around mindlessly admiring his handy work and the other two were playing what looked like a game of chess. Jill was stunned at this and watched on in awe.
One of the zombies playing the game moved his queen so that it cornered the other ones king thus checkmating him. The zombie that won the game said, "I do believe that is checkmate."
The other one banged his half decayed hand on the desk beside him out of frustration. The force of the blow knocked his hand clean off, his left hand was hand was now sitting on the floor beside him.
The zombie admiring its handy work snickered at its comrades misfortune.
The zombie who had just lost his hand ignored the snickering zombie and said, "Dammit Paul your just too good for me, how about 3 out of 4?"
Jill couldn't help but snicker at what had just happened.
The zombie admiring his handy heard Jill snickering and suddenly spotted her watching them.
It immediately walked over to its other two comrades and tapped one on the shoulder and whispered, "Hey Fred we have company, act dumb, we're zombies remember."
The zombie who just heard the message went red with embarassment and muttered, "Oh yeah."
The zombies who were playing chess stood up and slowly shuffled towards Jill. the hands were outreached as if they were summoning Jill. One of them let out a low sad sounding moaning. One of the zombies said, "Hey thats good fred."
The other zombie responded with, "Shhhhh shutup."
All three zombies slowly shuffled towards Jill.
Jill pulled out her machine gun and disposed of them quickly. When she noticed the room was clear she ran over the duty officer's office.
On the floor was the corspe of Marvin Brangh, it looked like he had died only recently. Beside him was a letter, Jill picked it up and read it.
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To whomever reads this
I hope I've made Capcom happy now, total infestation of raccoon City has been completed. What was left of the R.P.D marched off to their deaths even though we knew we were greatly outnumbered we did it for the wonderful people at Capcom. I can now die happily knowing that i have made a kick arse intro and i have increased the profit margin of Capcom.
I also meet the main character of RE3, Leon Kennedy. I'm so happy to meet him before i died.
Now all i have to do is wait before i turn into one of those undead creatures. Can't wait.
Marvin Brangh
P.S That was all sarcasm by the way, i'm in such pain here. Next time i see Leon i think i might try to take a piece of him.
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Jill stepped out of the office and decided that she should head for the S.T.A.R.S office. She didn't know why she wanted the go there, she knew what it looked like, she had been working there for years. However something higher then her own conscience compelled and pushed onto the S.T.A.R.S office.
Jill decided to visit the photo development labs before going to the S.T.A.R.S office. She opened the door. The coast was clear no monsters or zombies were walking around. She noticed that there was a letter laying on one of the tables, it was by by David Forde. It read:
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I can't believe it, this whole place has gone insane. Last night a few rowdy zombies and lickers broke into my marijuanna labs and stole my latest crop. I have noticed that they have spread my stash throughout the city. They were trying to distrubute it to any zombie or other bioweapon they could find. If you find them can you please put a bullet in their heads for me.
I have given up hope of getting it back so i have decided to end my life. I can't live in this craziness without a bit of pot or weed.
This is David Forde signing off.
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Jill finished reading the letter and filed it away. She looked around the room and could see nothing of interest. She was hoping she could find some of that weed that David had grown. It would go nicely with some of this JD. Jill left the room and headed for the S.T.A.R.S office.
Jill approached the S.T.A.R.S office door for the second time. She had gone up the first time only to realise the door was locked, then she was sent on a wild goose chase to find it. She had just recently aquired the S.T.A.R.S office key in the police operations room. She was now beginning to think that there was a whole conspiracy against her. Everything seemed to be hidden or involved some type of searching or puzzle solving. She could sworn yesterday that she left the S.T.A.R.S key in the locker room with all the other keys to the R.P.D. But today it somehow materialised to the police operations room. She also had a pretty gem which she had found in the police confiscations room. She was clueless to why it was there. She had taken it so she could hock it off later when she got out of Raccoon City. She shook the massive conspiracy off and used the key to open the door.
She walked inside the office and took a look around. She noticed the picture of the S.T.A.R.S team on the wall behind Wesker's desk. She remembered when Chief Irons had allocated a room to S.T.A.R.S Alpha and Gamma team. It was was too small for them, there were a good 12 members per team and the room could fit 5 desks. All of them protested but Chief Irons had said that the police station was only small and this was the only room they could offer. Small my arse she thought, the police was so big, she'd sometimes wonder why they had such a big police station for such a small city.
Jill laughed at how there used to be 2 or 3 at a desk all trying to work at once when everyone in the S.T.A.R.S team was still alive. There would always be constant bickering due to the lack of space. Wesker wnd Barry would always have to act like parents and tell any of the trouble makers and rowdy people off. Wesker was always constantly telling everyone off for picking on Brad. She looked over at the corner and smiled fondly, she remembered how that was known as the sin bin, anyone rowdy would have to sit over their without talking to anyone for 10 minutes. That was real tough considering that each of them usually had to deal with inquires or anser the telephone. Chris and Jill were regulars over there, they were the real trouble makers out of the group.
Jill walked over to Chris's desk and found a letter. It read:
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Forgive me Claire
I'm off to Europe to settle a score with Umbrella head quaters.
Actually the truth is Capcom made me leave town so you could a part of RE2. You should have no trouble getting out of Raccoon City alive, there is no way they would kill a main character off. Plus i'm sure they'll give you supporting characters who'll work with you to escape Raccoon City. I can almost gurantee that one of them will be a handsome young male who has a heart of gold and you will probably have some romantic interest in. He will probably be slighly poofy and a bit of SNAG (sensitive new age guy). They will probably also have someone who is young and innocent yet street smart. She will probably be annoying as hell and run or disappear at the most crucial times.
Anyway i must go now.
See you in the sequel.
Love Chris Redfield
P.S Promise me that when you leave Raccoon City you will ditch the poofy hero and put a bullet in the head of the whingey brat.
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Jill shed a single tear. The bastard didn't even mention me once. Jill scribbled something nasty down in Chris's diary. Even though he probably won't read it, it made her feel better that she had written it down. She also left her phone number on top of the diary just in case that handsome young male happened to read this diary first.
Jill walked over to her desk and picked up her trusty old lockpick. A sudden flash back from RE1 hit her. She could remember Barry giving her this and saying he gave it to her cause she was the master of lock picks. She shuddered at that cheesy dialogue. She thanked God that the dialogue had improved alot since the first game but it was still cheesy somtimes. She put the lockpick in her pocket.
She turned around and noticed the weapons cabinet.
She walked over to the weapons cabinet and found a magnum. She pulled it out and stared in awe at its shiny surface. She seemed to be hymotised by it, just as a crow is to shiny objects. She eventually got over it and found a place to holster the magnum. She closed the doors the weapons cabinet and head for the door.
Suddenly the radio sparked to life. A young man's voice on the radio could be heard calling for help, she decided to ignore it and close the door behind her. She was too busy save her own pretty arse to worry about others.
A strange feeling passed over her, she suddenly felt as if she had finished searching the police station. Even though she knew that she should go down to the basement and perhaps get some weapons from the weapons room. She tried to protest but her legs seemed to guide her towards the entrance of the R.P.D.
She screamed out loud, "Why the hell am i doing this? I've searched this police station for over an hour and all i have to show is a crappy lock pick, a gem and a magnum. For fucks sake i probably could of made a lockpick from the debris on the streets. Theres so much metal lieing around i probably could whip one up in a jiffy."
However much her mind protested her legs would walk her towards the main entrance of the R.P.D. It was if someone was controlling her, this reminded her of the massive conspiracy against her.
Jill walked down the stairs and towards the confiscation room. She was just about to open the door to the confiscation room when she heard a crashing. The monster from before had been following her and crashed through the window at then end of the hall. She opened the door the confiscation room and ran as fast as she could. The Ne
The Nemesis said, "Heres Johnny," and laughed an evil laugh.
The Nemesis persued Jill through the confiscation room and locker room. She opened the door to the main hall and bolted right for the main entrance. However she stopped dead in her tracks when she heard the monster weezing from the locker room.
She could barely make it out say, "Dammit, have to give up smoking its killing me."
She could then hear the monster walk in the opposite direction and close the door behind itself.
Jill sighed with relief, she had met this monster twice and had been able to outrun it. He wasn't as scary as Brad made him out to be. Actually he seemed a bit easy to beat. She had to give him credit though he definitely didn't give up. plus he looked real kick arse with that rocket launcher and long grey trench coat.
Jill walked up to the main entrance and opened the doors and exited.
It was getting cold outside and it was growing dark. She cursed to herself gently, she was freezing her tits off. Why couldn't she wear something more practible. She realised she was still trying to impress Chris even though he wasn't here.
She was snapped out of here thoughts by a low moan drifting over the chilly night air. She had to get moving, it would probably get more dangerous at night.
Sorry if that was a bit crap but i'm not taking a whole heap of time in writing this.
the joke about sharing desks in the S.T.A.R.S office came from when i played the game there were only 5 desks in the office. In RE1 it said there were 12 members from each team. So i was just trying to work out where they all sat.
I'm planning on doing on for RE2 after this. Please tell me if you think this would be good or not.
Anyway thanks for reading this far, please read and review.
I do like RE3 but its just so fun taking the piss out of it.
There might be a few spelling and grammar errors cause i don't have a spellchecker and grammar checker at the moment.
Jill and Nemesis's excellent adventure
By S.T.A.R.S
Chapter 4
Jill looked around the reception area of the R.P.D, it was unusally queit. It was ususally teaming with life. Jill decided to try the first door on the left, it was locked. She realised that the last sirviving police officers here might have tripped the locks to try and keeps the zombies out. She then decided to stroll over to the computer at the reception desk that contained the computer which in control of the door locking mechanisms for the R.P.D.
Jill reached the computer and looked at the display. It showed this:
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R.P.D
West wing: Locked
East wing: Locked
Locker room: Unlocked
You need a keycard to unlock all the doors
Hint: Scab Brad's keycard it should be out in the coutyard cause the silly twat always carries the thing around with him. Oops i've said to much.
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Jill grunted in frustration when she veiwed the display. How dare they remove Tetris she thought. I had the highest score. It had taken Jill hours to break Brad's previous record and now it was all gone. Jill cried in deperation, out of all the death and devestation in Raccoon City one thing she expected to remain untouched was her Tetris game. Jill wiped away a tear and took a swig of JD to settle her nerves. Once Jill had settled down she decided to go into the only unlocked room, the locker room.
Jill opened the door to the locker room very slowly just in case there might be a nasty surprise on the other side. When she noticed the coast was clear she walked inside the locker room. The first thing she noticed was the putrid smell of death and the place was in real state of disarray. It looked like a running battle had been fought here, tables and chairs were upturned everywhere. The walls and florrs of the room were decorated in blood.
Jill then heard a low moan that sent a chill down her spine. There were 3 zombies shuffling there way around at the other end of the room. Two of them were in police uniforms and the ohter was in civilian clothing. They didn't notice that Jill had entered the room. One of them was just shuffling around mindlessly admiring his handy work and the other two were playing what looked like a game of chess. Jill was stunned at this and watched on in awe.
One of the zombies playing the game moved his queen so that it cornered the other ones king thus checkmating him. The zombie that won the game said, "I do believe that is checkmate."
The other one banged his half decayed hand on the desk beside him out of frustration. The force of the blow knocked his hand clean off, his left hand was hand was now sitting on the floor beside him.
The zombie admiring its handy work snickered at its comrades misfortune.
The zombie who had just lost his hand ignored the snickering zombie and said, "Dammit Paul your just too good for me, how about 3 out of 4?"
Jill couldn't help but snicker at what had just happened.
The zombie admiring his handy heard Jill snickering and suddenly spotted her watching them.
It immediately walked over to its other two comrades and tapped one on the shoulder and whispered, "Hey Fred we have company, act dumb, we're zombies remember."
The zombie who just heard the message went red with embarassment and muttered, "Oh yeah."
The zombies who were playing chess stood up and slowly shuffled towards Jill. the hands were outreached as if they were summoning Jill. One of them let out a low sad sounding moaning. One of the zombies said, "Hey thats good fred."
The other zombie responded with, "Shhhhh shutup."
All three zombies slowly shuffled towards Jill.
Jill pulled out her machine gun and disposed of them quickly. When she noticed the room was clear she ran over the duty officer's office.
On the floor was the corspe of Marvin Brangh, it looked like he had died only recently. Beside him was a letter, Jill picked it up and read it.
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To whomever reads this
I hope I've made Capcom happy now, total infestation of raccoon City has been completed. What was left of the R.P.D marched off to their deaths even though we knew we were greatly outnumbered we did it for the wonderful people at Capcom. I can now die happily knowing that i have made a kick arse intro and i have increased the profit margin of Capcom.
I also meet the main character of RE3, Leon Kennedy. I'm so happy to meet him before i died.
Now all i have to do is wait before i turn into one of those undead creatures. Can't wait.
Marvin Brangh
P.S That was all sarcasm by the way, i'm in such pain here. Next time i see Leon i think i might try to take a piece of him.
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Jill stepped out of the office and decided that she should head for the S.T.A.R.S office. She didn't know why she wanted the go there, she knew what it looked like, she had been working there for years. However something higher then her own conscience compelled and pushed onto the S.T.A.R.S office.
Jill decided to visit the photo development labs before going to the S.T.A.R.S office. She opened the door. The coast was clear no monsters or zombies were walking around. She noticed that there was a letter laying on one of the tables, it was by by David Forde. It read:
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I can't believe it, this whole place has gone insane. Last night a few rowdy zombies and lickers broke into my marijuanna labs and stole my latest crop. I have noticed that they have spread my stash throughout the city. They were trying to distrubute it to any zombie or other bioweapon they could find. If you find them can you please put a bullet in their heads for me.
I have given up hope of getting it back so i have decided to end my life. I can't live in this craziness without a bit of pot or weed.
This is David Forde signing off.
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Jill finished reading the letter and filed it away. She looked around the room and could see nothing of interest. She was hoping she could find some of that weed that David had grown. It would go nicely with some of this JD. Jill left the room and headed for the S.T.A.R.S office.
Jill approached the S.T.A.R.S office door for the second time. She had gone up the first time only to realise the door was locked, then she was sent on a wild goose chase to find it. She had just recently aquired the S.T.A.R.S office key in the police operations room. She was now beginning to think that there was a whole conspiracy against her. Everything seemed to be hidden or involved some type of searching or puzzle solving. She could sworn yesterday that she left the S.T.A.R.S key in the locker room with all the other keys to the R.P.D. But today it somehow materialised to the police operations room. She also had a pretty gem which she had found in the police confiscations room. She was clueless to why it was there. She had taken it so she could hock it off later when she got out of Raccoon City. She shook the massive conspiracy off and used the key to open the door.
She walked inside the office and took a look around. She noticed the picture of the S.T.A.R.S team on the wall behind Wesker's desk. She remembered when Chief Irons had allocated a room to S.T.A.R.S Alpha and Gamma team. It was was too small for them, there were a good 12 members per team and the room could fit 5 desks. All of them protested but Chief Irons had said that the police station was only small and this was the only room they could offer. Small my arse she thought, the police was so big, she'd sometimes wonder why they had such a big police station for such a small city.
Jill laughed at how there used to be 2 or 3 at a desk all trying to work at once when everyone in the S.T.A.R.S team was still alive. There would always be constant bickering due to the lack of space. Wesker wnd Barry would always have to act like parents and tell any of the trouble makers and rowdy people off. Wesker was always constantly telling everyone off for picking on Brad. She looked over at the corner and smiled fondly, she remembered how that was known as the sin bin, anyone rowdy would have to sit over their without talking to anyone for 10 minutes. That was real tough considering that each of them usually had to deal with inquires or anser the telephone. Chris and Jill were regulars over there, they were the real trouble makers out of the group.
Jill walked over to Chris's desk and found a letter. It read:
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Forgive me Claire
I'm off to Europe to settle a score with Umbrella head quaters.
Actually the truth is Capcom made me leave town so you could a part of RE2. You should have no trouble getting out of Raccoon City alive, there is no way they would kill a main character off. Plus i'm sure they'll give you supporting characters who'll work with you to escape Raccoon City. I can almost gurantee that one of them will be a handsome young male who has a heart of gold and you will probably have some romantic interest in. He will probably be slighly poofy and a bit of SNAG (sensitive new age guy). They will probably also have someone who is young and innocent yet street smart. She will probably be annoying as hell and run or disappear at the most crucial times.
Anyway i must go now.
See you in the sequel.
Love Chris Redfield
P.S Promise me that when you leave Raccoon City you will ditch the poofy hero and put a bullet in the head of the whingey brat.
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Jill shed a single tear. The bastard didn't even mention me once. Jill scribbled something nasty down in Chris's diary. Even though he probably won't read it, it made her feel better that she had written it down. She also left her phone number on top of the diary just in case that handsome young male happened to read this diary first.
Jill walked over to her desk and picked up her trusty old lockpick. A sudden flash back from RE1 hit her. She could remember Barry giving her this and saying he gave it to her cause she was the master of lock picks. She shuddered at that cheesy dialogue. She thanked God that the dialogue had improved alot since the first game but it was still cheesy somtimes. She put the lockpick in her pocket.
She turned around and noticed the weapons cabinet.
She walked over to the weapons cabinet and found a magnum. She pulled it out and stared in awe at its shiny surface. She seemed to be hymotised by it, just as a crow is to shiny objects. She eventually got over it and found a place to holster the magnum. She closed the doors the weapons cabinet and head for the door.
Suddenly the radio sparked to life. A young man's voice on the radio could be heard calling for help, she decided to ignore it and close the door behind her. She was too busy save her own pretty arse to worry about others.
A strange feeling passed over her, she suddenly felt as if she had finished searching the police station. Even though she knew that she should go down to the basement and perhaps get some weapons from the weapons room. She tried to protest but her legs seemed to guide her towards the entrance of the R.P.D.
She screamed out loud, "Why the hell am i doing this? I've searched this police station for over an hour and all i have to show is a crappy lock pick, a gem and a magnum. For fucks sake i probably could of made a lockpick from the debris on the streets. Theres so much metal lieing around i probably could whip one up in a jiffy."
However much her mind protested her legs would walk her towards the main entrance of the R.P.D. It was if someone was controlling her, this reminded her of the massive conspiracy against her.
Jill walked down the stairs and towards the confiscation room. She was just about to open the door to the confiscation room when she heard a crashing. The monster from before had been following her and crashed through the window at then end of the hall. She opened the door the confiscation room and ran as fast as she could. The Ne
The Nemesis said, "Heres Johnny," and laughed an evil laugh.
The Nemesis persued Jill through the confiscation room and locker room. She opened the door to the main hall and bolted right for the main entrance. However she stopped dead in her tracks when she heard the monster weezing from the locker room.
She could barely make it out say, "Dammit, have to give up smoking its killing me."
She could then hear the monster walk in the opposite direction and close the door behind itself.
Jill sighed with relief, she had met this monster twice and had been able to outrun it. He wasn't as scary as Brad made him out to be. Actually he seemed a bit easy to beat. She had to give him credit though he definitely didn't give up. plus he looked real kick arse with that rocket launcher and long grey trench coat.
Jill walked up to the main entrance and opened the doors and exited.
It was getting cold outside and it was growing dark. She cursed to herself gently, she was freezing her tits off. Why couldn't she wear something more practible. She realised she was still trying to impress Chris even though he wasn't here.
She was snapped out of here thoughts by a low moan drifting over the chilly night air. She had to get moving, it would probably get more dangerous at night.
Sorry if that was a bit crap but i'm not taking a whole heap of time in writing this.
the joke about sharing desks in the S.T.A.R.S office came from when i played the game there were only 5 desks in the office. In RE1 it said there were 12 members from each team. So i was just trying to work out where they all sat.
I'm planning on doing on for RE2 after this. Please tell me if you think this would be good or not.
Anyway thanks for reading this far, please read and review.
