Author's Note: This is the fourth fan fic in my series of Resident Evil 3 fan fics which detail the zombies overwhelming Raccoon City and it's police force on September 27, 1998.
-Their Final Stand-
-Chapter Three-
-Will To Live-
-By Brian Marcelo-
-brianmarcelo@hotmail.com-
Rated R for gore, violence, and language.
Note: This is being written in David's point of view, instead of the third person omniscient. I felt like doing something new with the series, so I wanted to do it in point of view form.
-Raccoon City Police Station-
-September 27, 1998-
-10:00 PM-
-Conference Room-
I try to hold my shotgun steadily as we all sit around the conference room, trying to think of a way to barricade the station and find a way out. All of us haven't gotten much sleep ever since the first battle against the zombies had gone so badly. Most of us either were not there at the time, or had managed to escape with little injury. I was one of the latter.
I can still remember seeing John Hopkins being the last RPD officer still standing there...I tried telling him that the remaining officers were already trying to escape. He didn't hear me I guess...he must've been too preoccupied with all those zombies around. The poor guy...I guess he...didn't make it...
How do I break the news to his family and Eve Dawson though? Assuming that I get out alive, Alice and his daughter will be immediately notified of what happened to him...I just hope...that I won't be too scared to tell exactly how their brave guy died...
Eve...she'll take it extremely hard as well, seeing as how she loved her partner and best friend more then she would care to admit. Hell, whenever Eve would drag me to a bar and then get drunk, she would often tell me how much she wish she could get John and live happily ever after. It was really embarassing having to drive her home every night. Well, at least she was cute to look out. That was always a plus, heh heh...
I wonder where she is right now...
Shouldn't she have been back by now...?
"David? Do you have any imput in to this meeting?" asked Tom suddenly, which interrupted my thoughts for a second.
"Well...I say we try to find all those weapons and ammunition that were scattered around the station prior to the zombie's first attack against us?"
"Good idea David..." said Tom, "Does anyone else have any ideas..?"
Poor Tom. He sounded desperate for one of us to think of an amazing idea that would get us home free in a quick amount of time...
-10:35 PM-
-Main Hall-
Oh yay.
Jennifer, Mark, and I get to patrol the Main Hall for two long hours.
The added bonus: the ever constant fear of the zombies and whatever else was out there, just behind the main door.
What fun.
Sigh...
Well, at least I'm not doing it all by myself. It's nice having Jenifer and Mark around, even if they are constantly looking all over the hall, as if the zombies could crawl on the ceiling or something like that.
Another relieving thing is that we're all packing heat in the form of S.T.A.R.S. standard shotguns that we "borrowed" from Barry Burton's gun collection in the S.T.A.R.S. office. I doubt that he'll miss them much, especially since he and his fellow S.T.A.R.S. members left so suddenly...
It's been so damn hard trying to find all the ammo and weapons that were hidden, especially since a lot of people that hid the weapons and ammo are already dead...killed just like how John was...
Heh...all of us, especially myself, can't believe that everything Jill Valentine said was true...
They did fight zombies at that mansion...cause we're fighting them off right now...
They did get betrayed by Mr. Wesker afterall I suppose...
I wonder if...one of those "Tyrants" that Jill mentioned are walking the streets right now...? No...probably not. I mean, how could something as big as a "Tyrant" go unnoticed...?
From what I heard, it took a rocket to blow up the damned thing...
Heh...we had placed our only rocket launcher in a safe in one of the many rooms of the police station...
The person who put it there was the only person who knew the lock combination as well as the room where he put it...
Unforunately for us, he's dead. Killed right in front of my eyes at the first battle with the zombies...actually, it was more like eaten right in front of my eyes. Gah...
-10:55 PM-
-Main Hall-
Uh oh, Looks like Jen is getting more paranoid. It's like she's certain that there's some type of zombie that can crawl on the side of the RPD building, go straight to the top of the roof, and crash through the sunroof.
Riight.
Mmm...Chief Brian Irons looked unbelievably calm during the conference meeting.
It was kinda cryptic how the only thing he said was "Good luck...my fellow police officers..."
I never liked that fat bastard. He's always so goddamn creepy and fat...and that hobby of his...taxidermy...that's just freaky...
-11:30 PM-
-Main Hall-
I can't believe the zombies managed to break through the garage area. I heard that they had to seal off the area even though there was one more cop still inside...
Those zombies...they're unbelievably strong and savage...I had no idea they could break though solid metal like that...
Maybe it would be safe if I started acting a little more paranoid like Jen...?
Mark looks like he's about to freak out. I can't blame him though...all of us have been getting tense...
I wish I could go home....
-12:30 AM-
-Running The Way Towards the Library, in pursuit-
Omigod...what the hell is that...it sure as hell wasn't a zombie....but much worse....
It was pink and red...like the color of blood...it..it crashed through the sunroof all of the sudden... and attacked Mark then Jen....
It jumped at Mark with this huge claw and ripped a hole in his stomach, making him fall to the ground...
Jen tried to stop it by firing with her shotgun, but it only fazed the monster for a second...it then grabbed her head with it's huge long...tongue...my god...how could it be so big...then...it wrapped it's tongue around her head and....god....just...it took her head right off...then it started running towards the library...
I..I was too afraid to do anything...I just stood there...how could I just stand there and watch two fellow officers...friends...get killed...
I'm so sorry..Jen and Mark...I'm running right now after it with two other officers...we'll get that sonofabitch back...I'll get it back myself if I have to, for you and Mark...
-12:35 AM-
-The Library-
*Bam!*
Shit! It's running too fast for me to get...
*Bam!*
*Bam!*
Goddammit, it looks like the other two can't get it either...
It's just crawling around the floor....god, are these zombies able to evolve into these...?
Shit, I got no time to think!
*Bam!*
"Fu--!" said one of the other officers, as I saw him got impaled by the zombie right before my eyes.
Noo! I wasn't fast enough...!
*Bam!*
Go down you motherf--
*Bam!*
Yo-dammit! Not you two!
"Shit...!" said the other officer, as I saw the monster jump right on top of him and started slashing him.
Get the hell off him!
*Bam!*
Yes! I hit him!
"Hiss.."
It's still alive...?
It's starting to come towards me! The other guy..he's still on the ground, he can't help me...dammit, I hope he gets the hell out of here though, he's bleeding and--
What the..? It's not even limping!
*Bam!* *Bam!*
Get away from me!
*Bam!*
Trying to run...I have no where to hide...
Screw you!
*Bam!*
I have the will to live, that's all I need...right...?
*Bam!*
It's still jumping and slashing about at me, trying to get me...!
*Bam!*
There, it's starting to limp-
No! It's tongue is coming out! It's coming straight towards me!!
It's tongue is latched around my head--
Dear Jesu---no--!
*CRACK*
And down went David Johnson with a sickening crack as he joined his two friends, all victims of what the RPD would later name the "Licker", for it's ability to use it's tongue as a slashing as well as decapitating weapon.
Sometimes, a will to live isn't enough to survive.
-The End-
I wrote this along with Endless Sonata two months ago and decided it would need a revamp.
-Their Final Stand-
-Chapter Three-
-Will To Live-
-By Brian Marcelo-
-brianmarcelo@hotmail.com-
Rated R for gore, violence, and language.
Note: This is being written in David's point of view, instead of the third person omniscient. I felt like doing something new with the series, so I wanted to do it in point of view form.
-Raccoon City Police Station-
-September 27, 1998-
-10:00 PM-
-Conference Room-
I try to hold my shotgun steadily as we all sit around the conference room, trying to think of a way to barricade the station and find a way out. All of us haven't gotten much sleep ever since the first battle against the zombies had gone so badly. Most of us either were not there at the time, or had managed to escape with little injury. I was one of the latter.
I can still remember seeing John Hopkins being the last RPD officer still standing there...I tried telling him that the remaining officers were already trying to escape. He didn't hear me I guess...he must've been too preoccupied with all those zombies around. The poor guy...I guess he...didn't make it...
How do I break the news to his family and Eve Dawson though? Assuming that I get out alive, Alice and his daughter will be immediately notified of what happened to him...I just hope...that I won't be too scared to tell exactly how their brave guy died...
Eve...she'll take it extremely hard as well, seeing as how she loved her partner and best friend more then she would care to admit. Hell, whenever Eve would drag me to a bar and then get drunk, she would often tell me how much she wish she could get John and live happily ever after. It was really embarassing having to drive her home every night. Well, at least she was cute to look out. That was always a plus, heh heh...
I wonder where she is right now...
Shouldn't she have been back by now...?
"David? Do you have any imput in to this meeting?" asked Tom suddenly, which interrupted my thoughts for a second.
"Well...I say we try to find all those weapons and ammunition that were scattered around the station prior to the zombie's first attack against us?"
"Good idea David..." said Tom, "Does anyone else have any ideas..?"
Poor Tom. He sounded desperate for one of us to think of an amazing idea that would get us home free in a quick amount of time...
-10:35 PM-
-Main Hall-
Oh yay.
Jennifer, Mark, and I get to patrol the Main Hall for two long hours.
The added bonus: the ever constant fear of the zombies and whatever else was out there, just behind the main door.
What fun.
Sigh...
Well, at least I'm not doing it all by myself. It's nice having Jenifer and Mark around, even if they are constantly looking all over the hall, as if the zombies could crawl on the ceiling or something like that.
Another relieving thing is that we're all packing heat in the form of S.T.A.R.S. standard shotguns that we "borrowed" from Barry Burton's gun collection in the S.T.A.R.S. office. I doubt that he'll miss them much, especially since he and his fellow S.T.A.R.S. members left so suddenly...
It's been so damn hard trying to find all the ammo and weapons that were hidden, especially since a lot of people that hid the weapons and ammo are already dead...killed just like how John was...
Heh...all of us, especially myself, can't believe that everything Jill Valentine said was true...
They did fight zombies at that mansion...cause we're fighting them off right now...
They did get betrayed by Mr. Wesker afterall I suppose...
I wonder if...one of those "Tyrants" that Jill mentioned are walking the streets right now...? No...probably not. I mean, how could something as big as a "Tyrant" go unnoticed...?
From what I heard, it took a rocket to blow up the damned thing...
Heh...we had placed our only rocket launcher in a safe in one of the many rooms of the police station...
The person who put it there was the only person who knew the lock combination as well as the room where he put it...
Unforunately for us, he's dead. Killed right in front of my eyes at the first battle with the zombies...actually, it was more like eaten right in front of my eyes. Gah...
-10:55 PM-
-Main Hall-
Uh oh, Looks like Jen is getting more paranoid. It's like she's certain that there's some type of zombie that can crawl on the side of the RPD building, go straight to the top of the roof, and crash through the sunroof.
Riight.
Mmm...Chief Brian Irons looked unbelievably calm during the conference meeting.
It was kinda cryptic how the only thing he said was "Good luck...my fellow police officers..."
I never liked that fat bastard. He's always so goddamn creepy and fat...and that hobby of his...taxidermy...that's just freaky...
-11:30 PM-
-Main Hall-
I can't believe the zombies managed to break through the garage area. I heard that they had to seal off the area even though there was one more cop still inside...
Those zombies...they're unbelievably strong and savage...I had no idea they could break though solid metal like that...
Maybe it would be safe if I started acting a little more paranoid like Jen...?
Mark looks like he's about to freak out. I can't blame him though...all of us have been getting tense...
I wish I could go home....
-12:30 AM-
-Running The Way Towards the Library, in pursuit-
Omigod...what the hell is that...it sure as hell wasn't a zombie....but much worse....
It was pink and red...like the color of blood...it..it crashed through the sunroof all of the sudden... and attacked Mark then Jen....
It jumped at Mark with this huge claw and ripped a hole in his stomach, making him fall to the ground...
Jen tried to stop it by firing with her shotgun, but it only fazed the monster for a second...it then grabbed her head with it's huge long...tongue...my god...how could it be so big...then...it wrapped it's tongue around her head and....god....just...it took her head right off...then it started running towards the library...
I..I was too afraid to do anything...I just stood there...how could I just stand there and watch two fellow officers...friends...get killed...
I'm so sorry..Jen and Mark...I'm running right now after it with two other officers...we'll get that sonofabitch back...I'll get it back myself if I have to, for you and Mark...
-12:35 AM-
-The Library-
*Bam!*
Shit! It's running too fast for me to get...
*Bam!*
*Bam!*
Goddammit, it looks like the other two can't get it either...
It's just crawling around the floor....god, are these zombies able to evolve into these...?
Shit, I got no time to think!
*Bam!*
"Fu--!" said one of the other officers, as I saw him got impaled by the zombie right before my eyes.
Noo! I wasn't fast enough...!
*Bam!*
Go down you motherf--
*Bam!*
Yo-dammit! Not you two!
"Shit...!" said the other officer, as I saw the monster jump right on top of him and started slashing him.
Get the hell off him!
*Bam!*
Yes! I hit him!
"Hiss.."
It's still alive...?
It's starting to come towards me! The other guy..he's still on the ground, he can't help me...dammit, I hope he gets the hell out of here though, he's bleeding and--
What the..? It's not even limping!
*Bam!* *Bam!*
Get away from me!
*Bam!*
Trying to run...I have no where to hide...
Screw you!
*Bam!*
I have the will to live, that's all I need...right...?
*Bam!*
It's still jumping and slashing about at me, trying to get me...!
*Bam!*
There, it's starting to limp-
No! It's tongue is coming out! It's coming straight towards me!!
It's tongue is latched around my head--
Dear Jesu---no--!
*CRACK*
And down went David Johnson with a sickening crack as he joined his two friends, all victims of what the RPD would later name the "Licker", for it's ability to use it's tongue as a slashing as well as decapitating weapon.
Sometimes, a will to live isn't enough to survive.
-The End-
I wrote this along with Endless Sonata two months ago and decided it would need a revamp.