Author's Note: The second fanfic in the "Their Final Stand" series...
Nicholas Cruz makes the mistake of getting in someone's way. The second fanfic in my Resident Evil series of RPD officers...
-Their Final Stand-
-Chapter One-
-Rookie Mistake-
-By Brian Marcelo-
-brianmarcelo@hotmail.com-
Rated R for violent situations.
-September 27, 1998-
-Raccoon City-
-An hour before the RPD police officers fight against the zombies-
Nicholas Cruz couldn't believe what he was seeing.
For him, the only monsters that he thought existed in this world were murderers and various other types of scum who made the streets a dangerous place to be around.
Until now of course.
That was because right in front of his eyes, a zombie was slowly lurching towards him, it's arms outstretched, with a hunger look in it's eye...
-Begin Flashback-
Just a week ago Nicholas Cruz had been recruited straight out of the police academy by the RPD. He was so happy that he was going to be able to make a difference in people's lives and make sure the scum of the streets were locked away. The best part of it was that he was requested to start at the Raccoon City Police Department as soon as possible, since they needed as many officers as they could get. He quickly tied up any loose ends, said goodbye to his fellow trainees, and starting preparing for his new life as a police officer.
He had always dreamed of this day. To be recruited into a well respected precinct. To be able to serve and protect. To be a great officer that would never get afraid in any situation, and that would never make stupid mistakes again.
After just six days he was already anxiously driving in his car, decked out in standard RPD uniform, and wanting to go straight to the police station as soon as he could. Once he got there, he was greeted by Chief Brian Irons, who to Nicholas, seemed strange. He noticed that his Chief looked awfully angry for his some reason, but he decided not to ask, thinking it would be very rude of him to do so, especially on the first day of the job.
He was assigned a simple, rookie-level assignment by the chief, and that was to patrol 3rd and 4th street. There had been recent reports of a shady figure roaming about the area. Since all of his other more experienced officers were preoccupied with various other assignments, the chief had decided to give the assignment to Nicolas.
"Are you sure you're up to the task...?" Chief Irons said, while smirking in an odd way, "It's a long drive to 3rd and 4th Street, and you're not exactly familiar with the layout of the city...maybe I should assign the job to someone else perhaps...?"
"No sir, I am quite ready to handle this situation as efficiently as I can." Nicholas had said, feeling uneasy at the smirk on his chief's face.
"Good...good..." Chief Irons said as he continued to smirk at Nicholas, "Well, get going now, your new RPD police car is in the parking lot. The license plate is 124IRB02. Oh yes, and here's your keys...heh..."
"Thank you, sir..." Nicholas said, as he got his keys and proceeded to the parking lot, thankful to get away from his new Chief, who was acting very odd.
Nicholas hurried to his new police car, admired it for a bit, the proceeded to 3rd Street.
He disembarked from his car and checked the trunk for his equipment. Since this was suppose to be a simple patrol, he only picked up his standard issue handgun and a case of bullets, just to be on the safe side. He decided not to go "rambo" by stocking up on more heavier weapons and ammo like the shotgun and shells that he noticed in there, tucked neatly in the back.
Besides, it's not like he would come across anyone or anything that couldn't be taken down with 1-2 bullets...
-End Flashback-
"Don't move! Freeze!" said Nicholas, as he pointed his handgun at the zombie.
"Don't move, dammit!" he repeated, hoping that it would stop.
"Ah..arg...ah...argg...gah..." grunted the zombie, still lurching towards Nicholas.
Nicholas, faced with no options, fired a bullet at it's chest.
It was taken back a bit, but recovered from the force of the bullet and kept coming.
He fired again, again in the chest.
Once again the creature was taken back a bit, but again, it recovered and kept coming.
He frustratingly fired two more shots, one that penetrated it's stomach and heart.
It still kept moving though.
He looked at the creature in complete shock. He had fired four perfect shots that would've stopped anyone.
"What the hell are you? Why aren't you down yet?!" he screamed at the monster as it was going towards him.
"Dammit! My handgun is no good against this...thing!" he said aloud. "I need to get back to the car and get the shotgun and shells!" he said aloud once again, guessing that the zombie couldn't understand a word he was saying.
He ditched the zombie and ran back to this car, getting the shotgun and shells, and tried to radio for back up.
"Base, do you read me? Over!" Nicholas shouted.
He heard nothing but silence on the other line.
"RPD base, do you read me? Over!" Nicholas said, even louder.
Once again, there was no reply, only silence.
"RPD base...do you read me? Over..." he said, starting to sound desperate.
The only thing heard was silence and bits of static.
Nicholas Cruz had no idea that mostly all RPD officers had been ordered to fight against the zombies in their first ever battle against them. Nor did he know that Chief Brian Irons had managed to disrupt the police radio frequencies, which meant the RPD officers couldn't signal for more back up from outside of the city. They weren't even able to radio each other, which meant that Nicholas was unable to contact a single officer in the whole city.
"I'm all alone..." Nicholas said quietly, holding the shotgun close while looking around himself.
"I'll be safe as long as I'm in the car. Hopefully I can drive back to the station without any trouble..." he said as he stepped into his car, rolled up all the windows, and proceeded to drive back to the station.
"There we go, all I have to do is report this to the Chief and he'll send more experienced officers to finish where I failed..." he said, with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
All the sudden a huge humanoid figure, about 7 feet or taller, appeared right in front of the car's path. Nicholas hit the breaks hard, not exactly wanting to mess up an assignment AND accidently kill someone on his first day on the job.
Once the car stopped moving, he looked out his windshield. The humanoid figure was wearing a trench coat but his face appeared to be twisted, however, Nicholas couldn't really get a good look at him.
"I better ask him to move, I really need to get back to the station before any of those zombies can get me..." he said as he stepped out of his vehicle.
"Excuse me, sir?" asked Nicholas, "Could you get out of the way please?"
The huge figure took a look at him.
"Wha - omigod..." gasped Nicholas, as he got a good look at the creature himself. His faced was twisted and dead looking, and there were tentacles around his face and neck.
"A zombie...!" yelled Nicholas he pulled the trigger on his shotgun and fired at it.
The figure growled in pain as the shells hit it's chest. It growled and muttered the word "S.T.A.R.S." while looked at Nicholas, apparently angry at him. Very angry.
Before Nicholas could even try to shoot again at it, the huge figure ran straight up to Nicholas with amazing speed and gave him a hard punch from it's left hand. It immediately knocked Nicholas violently into a brick wall, making him drop his shotgun a considerable length away from him.
Nicholas tried getting up but he couldn't, as his bones and muscles ached with immense pain as he struggled just to move.
He was starting to get even more scared when his life was flashing before his eyes, as he started remember things such as the first time he said he wanted to be a police officer. He didn't want to die at such a young age, especially since he didn't get to help all the people that he vowed to serve and protect.
"S.T.A.R.S...." muttered the creature again, as it slowly picked up Nicholas with it's left hand.
"What the..!? Let me go, dammit..!" he yelled, trying desperately to get free of the monster's powerful grasp.
The creature swiftly put it's right hand in front of Nicholas' face and a tentacle spiked out of it, going straight through his head. Nicholas squirmed and spasmed as the tentatcle was firmly lodged into his head, then after a few seconds, his life ended before he even got the chance to find out what the hell just happened to him, as well as what was going on in the the whole city. The creature simply dropped the now-dead Nicholas on to the ground near his shotgun, and proceeded at walking speed towards the Racoon City Police Department, trying to find any and all S.T.A.R.S. members it could find.
The creature, which Jill Valentine would soon come to know as "Nemesis" on September 28th, 1998, had just killed it's very first victim in Raccoon City. Nicholas Cruz wasn't a S.T.A.R.S. member, only a rookie cop who made the mistake of getting in the Nemesis' way.
-The End-
Nicholas Cruz makes the mistake of getting in someone's way. The second fanfic in my Resident Evil series of RPD officers...
-Their Final Stand-
-Chapter One-
-Rookie Mistake-
-By Brian Marcelo-
-brianmarcelo@hotmail.com-
Rated R for violent situations.
-September 27, 1998-
-Raccoon City-
-An hour before the RPD police officers fight against the zombies-
Nicholas Cruz couldn't believe what he was seeing.
For him, the only monsters that he thought existed in this world were murderers and various other types of scum who made the streets a dangerous place to be around.
Until now of course.
That was because right in front of his eyes, a zombie was slowly lurching towards him, it's arms outstretched, with a hunger look in it's eye...
-Begin Flashback-
Just a week ago Nicholas Cruz had been recruited straight out of the police academy by the RPD. He was so happy that he was going to be able to make a difference in people's lives and make sure the scum of the streets were locked away. The best part of it was that he was requested to start at the Raccoon City Police Department as soon as possible, since they needed as many officers as they could get. He quickly tied up any loose ends, said goodbye to his fellow trainees, and starting preparing for his new life as a police officer.
He had always dreamed of this day. To be recruited into a well respected precinct. To be able to serve and protect. To be a great officer that would never get afraid in any situation, and that would never make stupid mistakes again.
After just six days he was already anxiously driving in his car, decked out in standard RPD uniform, and wanting to go straight to the police station as soon as he could. Once he got there, he was greeted by Chief Brian Irons, who to Nicholas, seemed strange. He noticed that his Chief looked awfully angry for his some reason, but he decided not to ask, thinking it would be very rude of him to do so, especially on the first day of the job.
He was assigned a simple, rookie-level assignment by the chief, and that was to patrol 3rd and 4th street. There had been recent reports of a shady figure roaming about the area. Since all of his other more experienced officers were preoccupied with various other assignments, the chief had decided to give the assignment to Nicolas.
"Are you sure you're up to the task...?" Chief Irons said, while smirking in an odd way, "It's a long drive to 3rd and 4th Street, and you're not exactly familiar with the layout of the city...maybe I should assign the job to someone else perhaps...?"
"No sir, I am quite ready to handle this situation as efficiently as I can." Nicholas had said, feeling uneasy at the smirk on his chief's face.
"Good...good..." Chief Irons said as he continued to smirk at Nicholas, "Well, get going now, your new RPD police car is in the parking lot. The license plate is 124IRB02. Oh yes, and here's your keys...heh..."
"Thank you, sir..." Nicholas said, as he got his keys and proceeded to the parking lot, thankful to get away from his new Chief, who was acting very odd.
Nicholas hurried to his new police car, admired it for a bit, the proceeded to 3rd Street.
He disembarked from his car and checked the trunk for his equipment. Since this was suppose to be a simple patrol, he only picked up his standard issue handgun and a case of bullets, just to be on the safe side. He decided not to go "rambo" by stocking up on more heavier weapons and ammo like the shotgun and shells that he noticed in there, tucked neatly in the back.
Besides, it's not like he would come across anyone or anything that couldn't be taken down with 1-2 bullets...
-End Flashback-
"Don't move! Freeze!" said Nicholas, as he pointed his handgun at the zombie.
"Don't move, dammit!" he repeated, hoping that it would stop.
"Ah..arg...ah...argg...gah..." grunted the zombie, still lurching towards Nicholas.
Nicholas, faced with no options, fired a bullet at it's chest.
It was taken back a bit, but recovered from the force of the bullet and kept coming.
He fired again, again in the chest.
Once again the creature was taken back a bit, but again, it recovered and kept coming.
He frustratingly fired two more shots, one that penetrated it's stomach and heart.
It still kept moving though.
He looked at the creature in complete shock. He had fired four perfect shots that would've stopped anyone.
"What the hell are you? Why aren't you down yet?!" he screamed at the monster as it was going towards him.
"Dammit! My handgun is no good against this...thing!" he said aloud. "I need to get back to the car and get the shotgun and shells!" he said aloud once again, guessing that the zombie couldn't understand a word he was saying.
He ditched the zombie and ran back to this car, getting the shotgun and shells, and tried to radio for back up.
"Base, do you read me? Over!" Nicholas shouted.
He heard nothing but silence on the other line.
"RPD base, do you read me? Over!" Nicholas said, even louder.
Once again, there was no reply, only silence.
"RPD base...do you read me? Over..." he said, starting to sound desperate.
The only thing heard was silence and bits of static.
Nicholas Cruz had no idea that mostly all RPD officers had been ordered to fight against the zombies in their first ever battle against them. Nor did he know that Chief Brian Irons had managed to disrupt the police radio frequencies, which meant the RPD officers couldn't signal for more back up from outside of the city. They weren't even able to radio each other, which meant that Nicholas was unable to contact a single officer in the whole city.
"I'm all alone..." Nicholas said quietly, holding the shotgun close while looking around himself.
"I'll be safe as long as I'm in the car. Hopefully I can drive back to the station without any trouble..." he said as he stepped into his car, rolled up all the windows, and proceeded to drive back to the station.
"There we go, all I have to do is report this to the Chief and he'll send more experienced officers to finish where I failed..." he said, with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
All the sudden a huge humanoid figure, about 7 feet or taller, appeared right in front of the car's path. Nicholas hit the breaks hard, not exactly wanting to mess up an assignment AND accidently kill someone on his first day on the job.
Once the car stopped moving, he looked out his windshield. The humanoid figure was wearing a trench coat but his face appeared to be twisted, however, Nicholas couldn't really get a good look at him.
"I better ask him to move, I really need to get back to the station before any of those zombies can get me..." he said as he stepped out of his vehicle.
"Excuse me, sir?" asked Nicholas, "Could you get out of the way please?"
The huge figure took a look at him.
"Wha - omigod..." gasped Nicholas, as he got a good look at the creature himself. His faced was twisted and dead looking, and there were tentacles around his face and neck.
"A zombie...!" yelled Nicholas he pulled the trigger on his shotgun and fired at it.
The figure growled in pain as the shells hit it's chest. It growled and muttered the word "S.T.A.R.S." while looked at Nicholas, apparently angry at him. Very angry.
Before Nicholas could even try to shoot again at it, the huge figure ran straight up to Nicholas with amazing speed and gave him a hard punch from it's left hand. It immediately knocked Nicholas violently into a brick wall, making him drop his shotgun a considerable length away from him.
Nicholas tried getting up but he couldn't, as his bones and muscles ached with immense pain as he struggled just to move.
He was starting to get even more scared when his life was flashing before his eyes, as he started remember things such as the first time he said he wanted to be a police officer. He didn't want to die at such a young age, especially since he didn't get to help all the people that he vowed to serve and protect.
"S.T.A.R.S...." muttered the creature again, as it slowly picked up Nicholas with it's left hand.
"What the..!? Let me go, dammit..!" he yelled, trying desperately to get free of the monster's powerful grasp.
The creature swiftly put it's right hand in front of Nicholas' face and a tentacle spiked out of it, going straight through his head. Nicholas squirmed and spasmed as the tentatcle was firmly lodged into his head, then after a few seconds, his life ended before he even got the chance to find out what the hell just happened to him, as well as what was going on in the the whole city. The creature simply dropped the now-dead Nicholas on to the ground near his shotgun, and proceeded at walking speed towards the Racoon City Police Department, trying to find any and all S.T.A.R.S. members it could find.
The creature, which Jill Valentine would soon come to know as "Nemesis" on September 28th, 1998, had just killed it's very first victim in Raccoon City. Nicholas Cruz wasn't a S.T.A.R.S. member, only a rookie cop who made the mistake of getting in the Nemesis' way.
-The End-