Author's Note: This is the fifth fanfic 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.
" denote speech, ' denote thoughts
-Their Final Stand-
-Chapter Four-
-Eighteen Bullets-
-By Brian Marcelo-
-brianmarcelo@hotmail.com-
Rated R for gore and violence.
-September 27, 1998-
-Raccoon City-
-Before the first battle against the zombies-
Amy Thompson kept running, holding the hand of a young child she had found in an abandoned apartment building just over ten minutes ago. It was bitterly cold as the wind blew towards her direction, making her wish she had a free hand so she could zip up her standard issue Raccoon City police jacket.
'Gotta keep going...' she thought to herself, as she mentally tried to count how much ammo she still had left.
"Amy! I'm scared!" whimpered the small boy, who was named Richie.
'Fifteen bullets...all I have is fifteen bullets...' she thought to herself frantically, as she looked at her eighteen bullet capacity Glock 17 with one hand, the other hand pulling the child with her, as they kept on running.
"Amy, I'm getting so tired..." he cried, as he desperately tried to keep up with the young Raccoon City Police cop, "Can we rest, please...?"
"No time to rest, sweetie..." she said, as she kept on running as fast as she could without him tripping on something, "We have to keep on moving..."
"Why...?" he asked, as he started to pant between each word.
"Because we'll be safer if we keep running..." she reasoned, as she gripped his small hand tightly.
"But why...?" he asked again, obviously not satisfied with her answer.
Amy turned her head around to glance at the young boy for a second, feeling sorry for him, yet feeling envious at the same time.
'He has no idea what's been happening in Raccoon City...' she thought to herself grimly.
-Flashback to ten minutes ago-
"What could've done this...?' Amy said aloud, as she bent down to investigate the female body that was just laying in the middle of the street.
Amy was a rookie cop, much like Leon S. Kennedy and Nicholas Cruz, and had just recently joined the police force at the tender age of 20, which made her the second youngest officer besides Rebecca Chambers, the S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team Medic. She had aspired to serve and protect, especially after having herself rescued by a police officer in her youth.
At the moment, Amy couldn't understand why she was called out here. A woman had called the police stating someone was stalking them, so Chief Brian Irons had ordered her to investigate, despite her lack of experience in the field. However, all Amy found was a mutilated corpse that was wearing tattered and torn clothes caked with fresh and dry blood.
"I better call the station to report in..." she thought aloud, as she headed back to her car and tried to call the station.
"Station, do you read me? Over." she said, using the standard greeting call.
However, all she could hear was intense static, as if something were jamming the radio signals. Frustrated, she slammed the receiver back and went back to investigating the body again, absently wondering where the person who had made the phone call had gone to.
"Mommy!" cried out a small boy, who had been hiding behind a garbage disposal, "Mommy! What happened to you?"
Amy looked around in confusion as the boy came closer, wondering where his mother was, until she sadly realized where she was when he stopped in front of the corpse.
"Mommy..." the boy whimpered out, as he bent down near the female corpse, "Mommy...the guy that was following us is gone now...you can stop sleeping now..."
Amy's eyes became moist as she tried to restrain her tears.
'I'll get whoever did this...' she thought to herself as she wiped her tears on her sleeve.
"Lady...how come my mom isn't waking up?" asked the young boy, who was looking rather sad and confused himself.
She bent down and put her hand on his shoulder, giving him a weak smile. "She's...gone to a better place..."
"You mean that place where daddy went last week?" he asked innocently.
Amy cringed, because not only did he lose his mom, he had lost his dad as well. "Yes...just like where your daddy went..."
"That's good...because now mommy won't be lonely anymore...and now she won't cry anymore..." he said with the same innocence.
"Yeah...it's...good..." Amy replied, as she held his hand, trying to resist the urge to cry in front of him.
"Hey lady? When will I get go with my mommy and daddy...?" he asked, sounding quite lonely without them.
Amy shivered as she looked back into those five year old blue eyes.. 'He has no idea about what death means...'
She gave him a weak smile once more as she stood up, still holding his hand. "We have to go now, okay-"
"Richie. My name is Richie." he said beaming, as he gripped her hand as tightly as he could.
"My name's Amy...nice to meet you, Richie..." she said with a small smile, "We have to go now...let's get back into the car..."
"Mommy said I shouldn't drive with strangers..." replied Richie, who looked a little scared.
"Don't worry...I'm a police officer..." replied Amy, as she flashed him her badge, "First day on the job, too..."
"A police officer? Wow! Daddy, and mommy, and me use to watch TV shows with cops in them!" he in awe as he admired her badge.
She smiled at him. "Come on, let's go-"
All the sudden, something close to them began to move around, groaning in agony. "Raragh...raaagh...."
Amy looked on in horror as she and Richie slowly backed away, shocked at seeing his mother stand up, stumbling a bit as its arms moved around rather lankily.
"Raagh..." groaned the zombie, it's face a ghastly expression as it shuffled towards Amy and Richie, hands now outstretched to latch on to one of them.
"Mommy! Mommy's back!" cried out Richie, in happiness and awe.
"Richie, stay behind me..." whispered Amy, who took out her Glock 17 and pointed it at Richie's mom.
"Why...?" he asked her as he tugged on her shirt, his tone that of confusion and sadness.
"She's not your mom anymore..." she replied sadly, as she aimed the gun at the chest area of the zombie, still backing away slowly.
'What is that thing...? It's like a zombie from one of those cheesy horror movies...' she thought to herself, not believing the sight of what was right in front of her.
"Rarrgh..." groaned the zombie inhumanly, as if it's throat had been cut open.
"Freeze!" shouted Amy, her handgun trained on the zombie's chest as she decided that saying the standard police procedure of stopping someone might, just might, work. Not surprisingly, the zombie kept shuffling towards her, limping since part of its right leg had been bitten into deeply.
"I'm sorry Richie..." Amy whispered softly, as she fired three bullets in succession into Richie's undead mother's chest, torso, and forehead.
*Bam!* *Bam!* *Bam!* *Bam!*
It quickly slumped to the ground in a bloody heap, with dark crimson liquid flowing out of the various holes made in its body.
"Mommy..." whimpered Richie in a low voice, as his eyes became big with shock at what had just happened, "Mommy..."
The young rookie police officer held the little boy's hand tightly as she started leading him towards her car, wishing he didn't have to have seen that.
"You're mommy is in a better place now..." she told him softly, as she started to break into a jog back to her car.
She felt horrible for what she had done...she felt like she had just traumatized poor Richie for life, being forced to witness his mom die a second time...he had lost both parents so fast...and now he had probably no one else to turn to...
Except for Amy of course.
She barely knew the young boy, but she felt it was her job to take care of him now. It was deeper then just serving and protecting, it was more like keeping him alive, no matter what happened to her.
'No matter what, you'll be okay as long as I'm around...' she thought to herself, as the police car came into their view.
She gasped in horror as she and Richie backed away. 'The police car had been entirely surrounded by zombies...'
"Richie...we have to run..." she said as quietly as she could, careful not to make any sudden movements.
He looked up at her and nodded in fear, his young mind thinking that was the worst nightmare he'd ever had in his whole young life.
Without another word, they started to run towards the police station, with Amy holding Richie by the hand, her handgun in the other hand, filled with only fifteen bullets left.
-End Flashback-
"Fifteen bullets...that's all I have..." she said quietly while muttering curses that were too soft for Richie to hear.
"How much longer do we have to run, Amy? I'm getting so tired...." he asked, huffing and puffing between each word, attempting to catch his breath.
"Just a little bit farther..." she replied with a small smile, as she kept on jogging along, hoping to stumble upon some type of landmark that she would be familiar with. Unfortunately for her, she didn't really know where the police station was located from where she was right now, so she was having the worst time trying to look for it, especially since none of the landmarks looked familiar to her.
"Dammit dammit dammit...." she whispered to herself, feeling so stupid for not memorizing all of Raccoon City's streets and alleyways, especially since she had just moved in recently.
"Amy...are we going to that place where my mommy and daddy went to...?" asked Richie.
She stopped jogging in shock at his simple, yet shocking question. She gripped his small hand tightly and bent down, looking him straight in the eyes.
"We're not going to...not just yet..." she answered, as she patted his wavy brown hair.
"Kay..." was his simply reply, as Amy got up and started jogging again, hoping to find some sort of shelter.
They kept on running until they noticed a huge landmark that Amy instantly remembered from a postcard she had seen a while ago.
"The clock tower!" she gasped, half in surprise and half in happiness, "Let's go into the Clock tower!"
Amy had been told that if you could get all the way up to the clock tower, you could see any place in Raccoon City from the very top. If she could get there, she thought, they would be able to spot where the Raccoon City Police Department was located, since it would be very hard to miss when you were up so high.
As they entered the clock tower, they noticed how eerily quiet it was, as if something bigger was waiting for them. They tried to breath using their mouth, since it smelt like many things had been killed here, which was evident by the number of U.B.C.S. soldiers that were littered around the place. What was most peculiar was the huge bite marks on many of the soldiers, which looked much to be big to be from a human sized zombie, unless there was something bigger in the clock tower.
They slowly crept through the main hall, hoping that the zombies hadn't spread this far, as well as hoped that the bodies littered around the main hall weren't going to be come zombies so soon.
She breathed a small sigh of relief as she turned off the safety on her handgun. "Looks like we're safe in here for now..."
They cautiously went up the stairs, wondering exactly which way would lead them to the top of the clock tower, until they heard something moving quietly, as if it was something that was scuttling around like an insect or arachnid.
"What's that sound-" Richie asked, as his eyes suddenly became very wide.
"Richie? What's wrong-"
She quickly turned around and realized what must've killed all those soldiers.
"A...sp-spider...." she muttered in shock, as she backed away with her gun aimed directly at it. It was a huge spider, resembling a tarantula except much, much bigger, with weird markings all over it's body.
This day was just getting better and better, because now she was forced to deal with her arachnophobia once again.
"Run, Richie..." she whispered to him, her eyes still staring straight at the huge spider, which was looking curiously at her with it's many eyes.
"Run..." she said again, and without another word, he ran into another door, his eyes full of tears as he realized that his guardian would meet with his mom and dad soon.
"I always hated spiders..." she muttered, as she took the safety off her handgun.
*Bam!* *Bam!* *Bam!* *Bam!* *Bam!*
The spider roared in pain as it doubled over, the bullets making neat little holes in its face.
Without hesitation, Amy fired again, hoping she had enough ammo to kill it.
*Bam!* *Bam!* *Bam!* *Bam!* *Bam!*
The spider roared in even more pain, as it looked like it was close to dying, seeing as how it was twitching violently and bleeding profusely.
"Bye-bye little spider..." she said defiantly, as she started to fire her last five bullets, thinking it would kill it.
*Bam!* *Bam!* *Bam!* *Bam!*
The spider looked almost as if it was dead, laying on its underside, barely moving. She casually walked over it, proud that she was about to take down a huge monster with one last bullet.
She held the gun at it with a smug smile. "Go back to hell..."
*click*
'What....?' she thought to herself in shock, as she tried to fire again.
*click*
"No.." she whispered softly in fear, as the spider started to get up again and look at her, angrily.
'I had miscounted! I had fired four bullets into that zombie...then ten more...then the final four...and now I don't have any more...' she thought to herself sadly as she kept pulling the trigger on her handgun, even though she knew it was empty.
*click* *click* *click*
The spider crawled straight at her with amazing speed, despite being nearly dead a few seconds ago, and before she could scream, it latched on to her, hard enough that she was on the ground now, with the spider looking right at her face with it's many eyes, as if it were taunting her for miscounting and being too arrogant for her own good.
She could only wonder what would happen to Richie as the spider raised it's fangs and punctured right into her neck, it's eight legs wrapped tightly around her in a death grip, making sure she'd feel everything as she was slowly sucked of her life...
-The End-
Hope you enjoyed the probably final installment to the R.P.D. series! As usual, please rate and review!
Oh yes, and I am working on the next chapters to "Night On The Town" and "Even Fond Memories Can Come Back To Haunt You...", so don't worry about 'em! Remember to check them out and review those stories as well!
" denote speech, ' denote thoughts
-Their Final Stand-
-Chapter Four-
-Eighteen Bullets-
-By Brian Marcelo-
-brianmarcelo@hotmail.com-
Rated R for gore and violence.
-September 27, 1998-
-Raccoon City-
-Before the first battle against the zombies-
Amy Thompson kept running, holding the hand of a young child she had found in an abandoned apartment building just over ten minutes ago. It was bitterly cold as the wind blew towards her direction, making her wish she had a free hand so she could zip up her standard issue Raccoon City police jacket.
'Gotta keep going...' she thought to herself, as she mentally tried to count how much ammo she still had left.
"Amy! I'm scared!" whimpered the small boy, who was named Richie.
'Fifteen bullets...all I have is fifteen bullets...' she thought to herself frantically, as she looked at her eighteen bullet capacity Glock 17 with one hand, the other hand pulling the child with her, as they kept on running.
"Amy, I'm getting so tired..." he cried, as he desperately tried to keep up with the young Raccoon City Police cop, "Can we rest, please...?"
"No time to rest, sweetie..." she said, as she kept on running as fast as she could without him tripping on something, "We have to keep on moving..."
"Why...?" he asked, as he started to pant between each word.
"Because we'll be safer if we keep running..." she reasoned, as she gripped his small hand tightly.
"But why...?" he asked again, obviously not satisfied with her answer.
Amy turned her head around to glance at the young boy for a second, feeling sorry for him, yet feeling envious at the same time.
'He has no idea what's been happening in Raccoon City...' she thought to herself grimly.
-Flashback to ten minutes ago-
"What could've done this...?' Amy said aloud, as she bent down to investigate the female body that was just laying in the middle of the street.
Amy was a rookie cop, much like Leon S. Kennedy and Nicholas Cruz, and had just recently joined the police force at the tender age of 20, which made her the second youngest officer besides Rebecca Chambers, the S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team Medic. She had aspired to serve and protect, especially after having herself rescued by a police officer in her youth.
At the moment, Amy couldn't understand why she was called out here. A woman had called the police stating someone was stalking them, so Chief Brian Irons had ordered her to investigate, despite her lack of experience in the field. However, all Amy found was a mutilated corpse that was wearing tattered and torn clothes caked with fresh and dry blood.
"I better call the station to report in..." she thought aloud, as she headed back to her car and tried to call the station.
"Station, do you read me? Over." she said, using the standard greeting call.
However, all she could hear was intense static, as if something were jamming the radio signals. Frustrated, she slammed the receiver back and went back to investigating the body again, absently wondering where the person who had made the phone call had gone to.
"Mommy!" cried out a small boy, who had been hiding behind a garbage disposal, "Mommy! What happened to you?"
Amy looked around in confusion as the boy came closer, wondering where his mother was, until she sadly realized where she was when he stopped in front of the corpse.
"Mommy..." the boy whimpered out, as he bent down near the female corpse, "Mommy...the guy that was following us is gone now...you can stop sleeping now..."
Amy's eyes became moist as she tried to restrain her tears.
'I'll get whoever did this...' she thought to herself as she wiped her tears on her sleeve.
"Lady...how come my mom isn't waking up?" asked the young boy, who was looking rather sad and confused himself.
She bent down and put her hand on his shoulder, giving him a weak smile. "She's...gone to a better place..."
"You mean that place where daddy went last week?" he asked innocently.
Amy cringed, because not only did he lose his mom, he had lost his dad as well. "Yes...just like where your daddy went..."
"That's good...because now mommy won't be lonely anymore...and now she won't cry anymore..." he said with the same innocence.
"Yeah...it's...good..." Amy replied, as she held his hand, trying to resist the urge to cry in front of him.
"Hey lady? When will I get go with my mommy and daddy...?" he asked, sounding quite lonely without them.
Amy shivered as she looked back into those five year old blue eyes.. 'He has no idea about what death means...'
She gave him a weak smile once more as she stood up, still holding his hand. "We have to go now, okay-"
"Richie. My name is Richie." he said beaming, as he gripped her hand as tightly as he could.
"My name's Amy...nice to meet you, Richie..." she said with a small smile, "We have to go now...let's get back into the car..."
"Mommy said I shouldn't drive with strangers..." replied Richie, who looked a little scared.
"Don't worry...I'm a police officer..." replied Amy, as she flashed him her badge, "First day on the job, too..."
"A police officer? Wow! Daddy, and mommy, and me use to watch TV shows with cops in them!" he in awe as he admired her badge.
She smiled at him. "Come on, let's go-"
All the sudden, something close to them began to move around, groaning in agony. "Raragh...raaagh...."
Amy looked on in horror as she and Richie slowly backed away, shocked at seeing his mother stand up, stumbling a bit as its arms moved around rather lankily.
"Raagh..." groaned the zombie, it's face a ghastly expression as it shuffled towards Amy and Richie, hands now outstretched to latch on to one of them.
"Mommy! Mommy's back!" cried out Richie, in happiness and awe.
"Richie, stay behind me..." whispered Amy, who took out her Glock 17 and pointed it at Richie's mom.
"Why...?" he asked her as he tugged on her shirt, his tone that of confusion and sadness.
"She's not your mom anymore..." she replied sadly, as she aimed the gun at the chest area of the zombie, still backing away slowly.
'What is that thing...? It's like a zombie from one of those cheesy horror movies...' she thought to herself, not believing the sight of what was right in front of her.
"Rarrgh..." groaned the zombie inhumanly, as if it's throat had been cut open.
"Freeze!" shouted Amy, her handgun trained on the zombie's chest as she decided that saying the standard police procedure of stopping someone might, just might, work. Not surprisingly, the zombie kept shuffling towards her, limping since part of its right leg had been bitten into deeply.
"I'm sorry Richie..." Amy whispered softly, as she fired three bullets in succession into Richie's undead mother's chest, torso, and forehead.
*Bam!* *Bam!* *Bam!* *Bam!*
It quickly slumped to the ground in a bloody heap, with dark crimson liquid flowing out of the various holes made in its body.
"Mommy..." whimpered Richie in a low voice, as his eyes became big with shock at what had just happened, "Mommy..."
The young rookie police officer held the little boy's hand tightly as she started leading him towards her car, wishing he didn't have to have seen that.
"You're mommy is in a better place now..." she told him softly, as she started to break into a jog back to her car.
She felt horrible for what she had done...she felt like she had just traumatized poor Richie for life, being forced to witness his mom die a second time...he had lost both parents so fast...and now he had probably no one else to turn to...
Except for Amy of course.
She barely knew the young boy, but she felt it was her job to take care of him now. It was deeper then just serving and protecting, it was more like keeping him alive, no matter what happened to her.
'No matter what, you'll be okay as long as I'm around...' she thought to herself, as the police car came into their view.
She gasped in horror as she and Richie backed away. 'The police car had been entirely surrounded by zombies...'
"Richie...we have to run..." she said as quietly as she could, careful not to make any sudden movements.
He looked up at her and nodded in fear, his young mind thinking that was the worst nightmare he'd ever had in his whole young life.
Without another word, they started to run towards the police station, with Amy holding Richie by the hand, her handgun in the other hand, filled with only fifteen bullets left.
-End Flashback-
"Fifteen bullets...that's all I have..." she said quietly while muttering curses that were too soft for Richie to hear.
"How much longer do we have to run, Amy? I'm getting so tired...." he asked, huffing and puffing between each word, attempting to catch his breath.
"Just a little bit farther..." she replied with a small smile, as she kept on jogging along, hoping to stumble upon some type of landmark that she would be familiar with. Unfortunately for her, she didn't really know where the police station was located from where she was right now, so she was having the worst time trying to look for it, especially since none of the landmarks looked familiar to her.
"Dammit dammit dammit...." she whispered to herself, feeling so stupid for not memorizing all of Raccoon City's streets and alleyways, especially since she had just moved in recently.
"Amy...are we going to that place where my mommy and daddy went to...?" asked Richie.
She stopped jogging in shock at his simple, yet shocking question. She gripped his small hand tightly and bent down, looking him straight in the eyes.
"We're not going to...not just yet..." she answered, as she patted his wavy brown hair.
"Kay..." was his simply reply, as Amy got up and started jogging again, hoping to find some sort of shelter.
They kept on running until they noticed a huge landmark that Amy instantly remembered from a postcard she had seen a while ago.
"The clock tower!" she gasped, half in surprise and half in happiness, "Let's go into the Clock tower!"
Amy had been told that if you could get all the way up to the clock tower, you could see any place in Raccoon City from the very top. If she could get there, she thought, they would be able to spot where the Raccoon City Police Department was located, since it would be very hard to miss when you were up so high.
As they entered the clock tower, they noticed how eerily quiet it was, as if something bigger was waiting for them. They tried to breath using their mouth, since it smelt like many things had been killed here, which was evident by the number of U.B.C.S. soldiers that were littered around the place. What was most peculiar was the huge bite marks on many of the soldiers, which looked much to be big to be from a human sized zombie, unless there was something bigger in the clock tower.
They slowly crept through the main hall, hoping that the zombies hadn't spread this far, as well as hoped that the bodies littered around the main hall weren't going to be come zombies so soon.
She breathed a small sigh of relief as she turned off the safety on her handgun. "Looks like we're safe in here for now..."
They cautiously went up the stairs, wondering exactly which way would lead them to the top of the clock tower, until they heard something moving quietly, as if it was something that was scuttling around like an insect or arachnid.
"What's that sound-" Richie asked, as his eyes suddenly became very wide.
"Richie? What's wrong-"
She quickly turned around and realized what must've killed all those soldiers.
"A...sp-spider...." she muttered in shock, as she backed away with her gun aimed directly at it. It was a huge spider, resembling a tarantula except much, much bigger, with weird markings all over it's body.
This day was just getting better and better, because now she was forced to deal with her arachnophobia once again.
"Run, Richie..." she whispered to him, her eyes still staring straight at the huge spider, which was looking curiously at her with it's many eyes.
"Run..." she said again, and without another word, he ran into another door, his eyes full of tears as he realized that his guardian would meet with his mom and dad soon.
"I always hated spiders..." she muttered, as she took the safety off her handgun.
*Bam!* *Bam!* *Bam!* *Bam!* *Bam!*
The spider roared in pain as it doubled over, the bullets making neat little holes in its face.
Without hesitation, Amy fired again, hoping she had enough ammo to kill it.
*Bam!* *Bam!* *Bam!* *Bam!* *Bam!*
The spider roared in even more pain, as it looked like it was close to dying, seeing as how it was twitching violently and bleeding profusely.
"Bye-bye little spider..." she said defiantly, as she started to fire her last five bullets, thinking it would kill it.
*Bam!* *Bam!* *Bam!* *Bam!*
The spider looked almost as if it was dead, laying on its underside, barely moving. She casually walked over it, proud that she was about to take down a huge monster with one last bullet.
She held the gun at it with a smug smile. "Go back to hell..."
*click*
'What....?' she thought to herself in shock, as she tried to fire again.
*click*
"No.." she whispered softly in fear, as the spider started to get up again and look at her, angrily.
'I had miscounted! I had fired four bullets into that zombie...then ten more...then the final four...and now I don't have any more...' she thought to herself sadly as she kept pulling the trigger on her handgun, even though she knew it was empty.
*click* *click* *click*
The spider crawled straight at her with amazing speed, despite being nearly dead a few seconds ago, and before she could scream, it latched on to her, hard enough that she was on the ground now, with the spider looking right at her face with it's many eyes, as if it were taunting her for miscounting and being too arrogant for her own good.
She could only wonder what would happen to Richie as the spider raised it's fangs and punctured right into her neck, it's eight legs wrapped tightly around her in a death grip, making sure she'd feel everything as she was slowly sucked of her life...
-The End-
Hope you enjoyed the probably final installment to the R.P.D. series! As usual, please rate and review!
Oh yes, and I am working on the next chapters to "Night On The Town" and "Even Fond Memories Can Come Back To Haunt You...", so don't worry about 'em! Remember to check them out and review those stories as well!