Author's Note: This is the epilogue story in my series of Resident Evil 3 stories which detail the zombies overwhelming Raccoon City and it's police force on September 27, 1998, as well as what happens afterwards.
Also, this actually was entitled "During The Chaos", but it was too weak to stand by itself, so I combined it into "Their Final Stand" as the Epilogue.
-Their Final Stand-
-Epilogue-
-Sherry Birkin-
Sherry Birkin listened intently at the RPD conference that was going on while she was in the ceiling ducts, hidden from all the police officers' view.
What she was hearing didn't sound too good, though.
"David? Do you have any input in to this meeting?" asked a man who was standing near the chalkboard.
"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?" said another man who was holding a shotgun, who was apparently named David.
"Good idea David..." said the guy who was standing near the chalkboard, "Does anyone else have any ideas...?"
Sherry was shocked and scared. The police officers were trying to find a way to barricade the station, but it looked like they didn't really know what to do.
It looked like her mommy was wrong. The police force couldn't protect her; they didn't even know where all the ammo and weaponry was...
"I hope they're able to protect this place from being attacked...I want to be able to be with my mom and dad again...I haven't seen them ever since dad went missing...then all those bad monsters showed up and killed so many people..." said Sherry quietly to herself as she began crawling towards the vending machines a few rooms away, as she was getting hungry after listening to the officers talking about trying to barricade the station.
As she approached the vending machines, she heard a group of people coming, probably patrolling the area. Hurrying back to a vent, she stayed there, curious as to what they were talking about.
"Did you hear what happened to John and Eve...?" said one of the officers, looking quite solemn and saddened.
"Yeah...I can't believe they just...I...I can't believe that they both.... they're both dead now..." replied another one, who looked as if she was on the verge of tears.
"I know how you feel...they were both good friends of mine...they were also great partners..." said the other one, as he tried to comfort his friend, "At least...they won't have to suffer the loss of each other...they're probably together right now...it's just so weird that he married to Alice...it's like he had no clue how much he meant to Eve..."
"It's just so terrible how they died.... John had stayed behind to fight the zombies...and Eve...God...I can't believe what happened to Eve...it's just so...so.... gruesome. She was a cop to the end though...the other girl we found there, who we identified today as Mary Richards, was the daughter of one of the cops that had retired in July. I heard he had died as well though...Apparently, it looked like Eve was protecting Mary before...before her spinal cord and most of her chest was impaled...I didn't know the zombies could...do that..."
"I think it'll be better if you try not to think about it...we...we're still alive...we have to honor the sacrifices that they made by living..." said the male officer, looking like he was about to tear up a little.
"I guess.... you're right..." said the female officer, as she wiped away some tears that had formed, "Say...what happened to those three rookie cops that haven't reported in yet? The other rookies reported in before they were...well...you know..."
"The rookie cop from Los Angeles...what was his name...oh yeah.... Leon S. Kennedy...I think he had some last minute things to wrap up, something about family, so he'll be arriving sometime today I guess, that is, if he can get around the barricade, but I pray that he'll be forced to turn around.... it would suck for the poor guy to be stuck in this hellish place...The other rookie cop from San Francisco, Nicholas Cruz...I think...I think he wasn't so lucky...and we still don't know where Amy Thompson, the rookie cop from Seattle, went either..." replied the male cop.
"What happened to them...?" she asked.
"Are you sure you want to know? I really don't want to upset you further..." he said, wanting to keep his friend from having a nervous breakdown.
She nodded slowly.
"Well...Nicholas...um...Chief Irons said that he had reported in but then left in a police car, saying that he had something to do. Later we found Nicholas around Third Street, near his car and his shotgun, which had only been fired once. Most of his bones had been broken, and his spinal cord was shattered. His body had been battered as if he had been struck against a brick wall...and it was like...something had impaled his face because..." he said, deciding that he would stop talking about it, "We should patrol near the stairs...no telling what might happen there...maybe we might even see Amy around the building...maybe she's somewhere patrolling..."
"All right..." replied the female officer, as they both departed for the stairs that were near the precinct's dark room.
Sherry Birkin was scared...really scared now...
Hearing the sadness and horrifying account of what was happening in the city made the horror all the more real to Sherry...
"Maybe that thing that had killed that David person killed the others too..." she thought grimly to herself. Sherry unfortunately had heard about what happened to David Johnson: his head had just been torn right off his body by what the RPD officers had named the "Licker".
She shuddered as she crawled through the vents, hoping that she wouldn't meet anything like that...
After having no luck finding any RPD officers, she decided that she just try finding them on foot, even though it was a dangerous idea, it was still her only choice. She took the grating off one of the vents and went into what looked like an office shared by two people.
She looked around, trying to find any sort of thing that could protect her in case she met up with any zombies. It looked like the officer had been searched for weapons before she had gotten there, though. Curiously, she looked around, and noticed something on the door that had caught her eye.
"John Hopkins and Eve Dawson's Office."
"So this is their office...I guess...I should stay here for awhile. So tired crawling all over the station in those vents...." she said tiredly, as she cautiously sat on Eve's chair.
Sherry looked through some of the things on John and Eve's desks, noticing that they had a lot of pictures together, even one with John, Alice, and Eve...
They had a lot of plaques on the wall as well, no doubt showing that they were excellent police officers.
Sighing heavily, she opened up the pendant that her mother had given her and looked at the picture held inside, unaware that a G-Virus sample was also hidden in the pendant as well.
"Mommy...daddy...I miss you two..." she said sadly as she looked at the happy picture of her family, "Where ever you are...please be safe...."
"I want to be a family again after all this is over..."
-Brad Vickers-
"Why is he chasing me...?" thought Brad Vickers, as he was running, weaving his way through alleyways and streets, trying to find Jill Valentine, the only other S.T.A.R.S. member still in the city.
Brad Vickers was confused and scared, as a huge trench coated figure was stalking him throughout the streets, intent on killing him.
"I didn't do anything to it..." he murmured to himself, as he was running as fast as he could around the city, hoping that somehow, someway, he would find Jill Valentine.
"Why me..? What did I ever do to deserve this..? I just want to go back home to Arizona...the flowers...the flowers that I grew up...they should be blooming right about now..." he said sadly to himself, desperately wishing to be home instead of on the cold streets, trying to outrun something that couldn't be reasoned with.
"Jill...She'll protect me...she survived the mansion incident...she can...but...I have to warn her...it...it might be after her too!" he said, nearly tripping over a garbage can as he managed to find himself close to the Raccoon City Police Department.
He started running towards the RPD, hoping that she'd be there, even though she had resigned a week ago.
He then suddenly remembered that the thing that was stalking him looked familiar.
Eerily familiar.
Brad Vickers heart rate doubled and the pupils in his eyes dilated as he realized why it looked so familiar.
The huge trench coated figure looked remarkably like the Tyrant, which he had seen for his own eyes when he went in his helicopter to retrieve Chris, Jill, Rebecca, Barry and any other survivors.
He could remember how much evil it seemed to radiate...how it's heart was grotesquely exposed and pumping blood rather fast...and how it had that huge claw where a hand should've been...
Trying to make up for his cowardice earlier, he had dropped a Rocket Launcher to Chris, who then used it to blow the ultimate bio-weapon to pieces.
Brad thought for sure that he would never see something so evil like that again...
Now however, he was on the run from another Tyrant, except this one was specifically after Jill and him...
Brad Vickers ran towards the RPD as fast as he could, his breathing erratic as he struggled to elude his predator...
He smiled a little as he reached the R.P.D. building. He quickly took out his key and opened the double doors, and very quickly he locked the main entrance doors behind him, hoping that they would keep the Tyrant-look-alike from entering the precinct.
Inhaling and exhaling a few times, he holstered his gun into one of his lower vest pockets and he looked around. There was blood evident in a lot of places in the Main Hall, as if a huge battle took place here as well. Looking through the corpses of his fellow officers squeamishly, he reluctantly took as much ammo as he could, muttering apologies to the dead officers for taking their last rounds. Unfortunately, it seemed like all of their guns were missing. No doubt that the remaining officers had taken them when they had the chance to.
"Too bad they didn't try checking for ammo, " mused Brad solemnly, "I hope they're all okay..."
As he loaded his handgun with his newfound bullets, out of the corner of his eye he noticed a small girl trying to take the grating off the entrance of a vent.
"Wait! Who are you?" Brad asked, his voice coming out raspy thanks to having ran through half of Raccoon City and being terribly exhausted.
"Ahh! A zombie!" shrieked the little girl, as she hurriedly crawled through the vent and out of sight.
"No, I'm not a zombie! I'm a cop--" futilely said Brad, as she already was out of sight and hearing range.
Little did Brad know, he had just met Sherry Birkin, the daughter of William and Annette Birkin, the top researchers on the G-Virus, which was made to compete with Alexia Ashford's extremely powerful T-Veronica virus.
Brad shrugged and continued on, attempting to find any survivors in the building, and hopefully, Jill Valentine, his ex-teammate from S.T.A.R.S., which had disbanded since Chris, Barry, and Rebecca had gone off to Europe, leaving Jill and Brad still Raccoon City. He just had to warn her about the Tyrant-look-alike that was chasing S.T.A.R.S. members...
After awhile of searching, he realized that nobody was in the Raccoon Police Precinct. They might've been behind the barricades, but since Brad didn't have the proper tools to get through, he wasn't able to check. He took out his Glock and double checked it to make sure it was fully loaded, then he quietly walked out of the station, hoping not to run into his would-be-captor.
"Jill..." he said quietly, "I have to find you..."
Jogging down the streets, he realized it was quieter then before. He couldn't hear the constant chaos of people rushing out of their homes, nor did he see any people ransacking shops for their goods. It was dead quiet in the streets of Raccoon City. As he continued to jog towards where Jill was, which was probably her apartment complex, he realized that someone was following him.
"No...not here...not now!" he thought to himself, as he broke out into sprint.
The Nemesis was on his tail though, walking after him, as if to say that it didn't need to run; it would get him eventually .
*bam!* bam!* *bam!*
Angrily, Brad fired a few handgun rounds at the Nemesis, which had barely any effect, except it only served to make him even more pissed off.
Brad, noticing how futile it was for him to shoot at the Tyrant like creature, kept running until he found a door. Not caring where it led to, he found that the door led him to stairs. Cautiously, he walked down the stairs, only to be greeted by zombies that were feasting upon some unlucky soul who was still grasping a shotgun. He screamed in fear and ran the opposite way, shrugging the zombies off him as he ran, noticing that a girl that looked remarkably like Jill stood outside the doorway as he ran out.
"Damn, I can't slow down...I have to avoid the Nemesis...please Jill...try to follow me..." he thought to himself, as he was stopped in a small area which had three zombies in it, as well as what looked like kid's toys...
Brad winced when he realized that kids were once here and that even they weren't exempt from the zombies' list of food-things.
*bam!* *bam!* *bam!*
He fired at the zombie that was blocking the entry, and he realized that the girl, Jill, had followed him again. He was about to say something when another zombie tried to bite him, so he was forced to run again, deeper into the alleyways.
Finally, he stopped at what looked like a restaurant. Feeling hungry and thinking that Jill would follow him here, he sat at one of the chairs, attempting to find a burger or something.
"Raaahh....gahh...." moaned a familiar voice.
"Stay back!" yelled Brad, as he got off the chair and aimed his handgun at the zombie, who was apparently the owner of the place.
*bam!* *bam!* *bam!*
Out of the corner of his eye, Brad noticed that the door was opened by...Jill!
*bam-bam!*
Down went the zombie, thanks to Jill's shotgun.
"Jill!" said Brad in surprise.
"Brad...what's going on here? Why are you running...?" she asked, worried about her friend.
"Something's after S.T.A.R.S. members...there's no escape from it..." he said, as he started to reload his handgun. He suddenly realized that Jill didn't really need help...and that he would just be a burden to her as she tried to get out of the city. She had already been able to escape the mansion, and there was no doubt in his mind that she would get out of the city. However...he felt in his heart that he would only be in the way, so he decided to make up an excuse to not be around her, so that he could stall the Nemesis while she made her escape.
"He's comin' for us. We're all gonna die! He's after S.T.A.R.S. members...There's no escape!" he said, full well knowing that he would be the only S.T.A.R.S. member to die today. With that, he hurriedly left the bar, praying for Jill as he ran once again to the police station, towards where the Nemesis was, so that he could stall it for as long as he could...
-Nemesis-
Nemesis surveyed the area, attempting to find the one with a yellow vest.
He walked on, noticing that more zombies and monsters were appearing in the streets.
Some zombies saw the Nemesis and made the mistake of lurching towards it, hoping to get a huge meal....
It made them pay for their fatal mistake by giving one of the zombies an immensely brutal left hook, which threw the zombie into a brick wall, making all the bones in it's undead body break like a twig. With the other two zombies, he simply got out it's tentacle and impaled their skulls, killing them for a second time in their lifetimes.
The Nemesis was getting quite used to using its tentacle to kill any opposition rather quickly.
It's first victim, Nicholas Cruz, squirmed and trashed about quite a few seconds before dying from its lethal tentacle.
The tentacle, which came out of the Nemesis' left hand, worked quite well on zombies, Hunters, and even a Licker.
"S.T.A.R.S..." groaned the huge creature, as it continued it's search for any S.T.A.R.S. members in the city of Raccoon City.
It had been programmed by Umbrella Europe to kill any S.T.A.R.S. members that were around the city. It may not had been as refined and stable as Umbrella America's Mr. X, (which had also been dispatched in Raccoon City, although it was merely to retrieve the G-Virus sample from William Birkin) but the Nemesis had the unique abilities to handle a Rocket Launcher, track down his targets even more savagely and effectively then Mr. X, even say the word "S.T.A.R.S."
However, it was prone to mutations, especially after receiving physical punishment from conventional weaponry.
The Nemesis once again groaned the word "S.T.A.R.S" as it started to run, intent on putting it's tentacle through Brad Vickers's skull and end his life...as well as any S.T.A.R.S. member that had the unfortunate luck to get in it's way...
-Jill Valentine-
Jill Valentine looked outside her window sadly. People were running around frightened, in a state of utter chaos and terror, while others looted stores and buildings, thinking that this was their last chance to have some fun or get some free stuff before being captured by the zombies...
Chris and his fellow S.T.A.R.S. members had tried to investigate Umbrella, only to be stopped by Chief Brian Irons. Chris decided to request any information the government could find out about Umbrella, as well as Chief Irons. He then departed for Europe, in search of Umbrella's main headquarters.
She elected to stay behind, instead planning to go investigate Umbrella's underground labs, hoping to find more information about the mansion incident and why Umbrella was making bioorganic monsters. However, it looked like there was an outbreak of the T-virus, because the next thing she knew, there were reports of cannibalistic attacks, which eventually led to her receiving word that most of the RPD had been taken out by zombies in their first battle with them, and that the rest of the police officers had retreated to the station. So many poor souls were being killed every second, and most of them didn't even try fighting back...
Jill sighed heavily, thinking that they should try to fight back instead of letting the zombies overtake them...
She went to her closet, trying to find her S.T.A.R.S. uniform, only to be disappointed in finding that all she had left was she rarely used blue tube top and black mini-skirt.
"I can't believe I'm gonna go out with a pistol, a blue tube top, and a black mini-skirt..." she said, cursing the fact that she would have to survive a whole city of zombies with such tight fitting clothes.
"I wonder where Brad is...we were suppose to investigate the labs together but he's been gone for awhile..." she pondered, wondering where her ex-teammate was.
Jill's plan was simple. Get the hell out of the city, and try to help as many survivors as she could.
She got her pistol and checked it, sighing as she just realized that it only had a clip in it. The rest of her ammo was at the police station, in her office. Thinking about it for a second, she decided that she would try to get to the station to get some ammo, try to find Brad, and try to gather up the remaining police officers to help survivors as well as finding an escape route.
Looking around her apartment of nearly five years one last time, she hurriedly set a small bomb for a denotation time for 2 minutes, ran downstairs with it, set it near the door, which was crawling with zombies around it, and took cover, waiting for the explosion so that she could run the hell out...
"This is...my last escape..." she whispered to herself quietly, as the front door of the apartment complex exploded, taking down many zombies as well...letting her have a chance to escape from the apartment complex...
-The End-
Author's Note for people confused about some people mentioned in the story:
John Hopkins: Hero of "One Last Stand".
Nicholas Cruz: Hero of "Rookie Mistake".
Eve Dawson: Heroine of "Endless Sonata".
Dave Johnson: Hero of "Will To Live".
Amy Thompson: Heroine of "Eighteen Bullets".
Also, the last things that Jill and Brad say in the section of this story are actually in-game quotes, in case you didn't know.
That's all folks, this series is finally completed. Now go read "Even Fond Memories Can Come Back To Haunt You..." and "Night On The Town"! And review them! Heh heh...
Also, this actually was entitled "During The Chaos", but it was too weak to stand by itself, so I combined it into "Their Final Stand" as the Epilogue.
-Their Final Stand-
-Epilogue-
-Sherry Birkin-
Sherry Birkin listened intently at the RPD conference that was going on while she was in the ceiling ducts, hidden from all the police officers' view.
What she was hearing didn't sound too good, though.
"David? Do you have any input in to this meeting?" asked a man who was standing near the chalkboard.
"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?" said another man who was holding a shotgun, who was apparently named David.
"Good idea David..." said the guy who was standing near the chalkboard, "Does anyone else have any ideas...?"
Sherry was shocked and scared. The police officers were trying to find a way to barricade the station, but it looked like they didn't really know what to do.
It looked like her mommy was wrong. The police force couldn't protect her; they didn't even know where all the ammo and weaponry was...
"I hope they're able to protect this place from being attacked...I want to be able to be with my mom and dad again...I haven't seen them ever since dad went missing...then all those bad monsters showed up and killed so many people..." said Sherry quietly to herself as she began crawling towards the vending machines a few rooms away, as she was getting hungry after listening to the officers talking about trying to barricade the station.
As she approached the vending machines, she heard a group of people coming, probably patrolling the area. Hurrying back to a vent, she stayed there, curious as to what they were talking about.
"Did you hear what happened to John and Eve...?" said one of the officers, looking quite solemn and saddened.
"Yeah...I can't believe they just...I...I can't believe that they both.... they're both dead now..." replied another one, who looked as if she was on the verge of tears.
"I know how you feel...they were both good friends of mine...they were also great partners..." said the other one, as he tried to comfort his friend, "At least...they won't have to suffer the loss of each other...they're probably together right now...it's just so weird that he married to Alice...it's like he had no clue how much he meant to Eve..."
"It's just so terrible how they died.... John had stayed behind to fight the zombies...and Eve...God...I can't believe what happened to Eve...it's just so...so.... gruesome. She was a cop to the end though...the other girl we found there, who we identified today as Mary Richards, was the daughter of one of the cops that had retired in July. I heard he had died as well though...Apparently, it looked like Eve was protecting Mary before...before her spinal cord and most of her chest was impaled...I didn't know the zombies could...do that..."
"I think it'll be better if you try not to think about it...we...we're still alive...we have to honor the sacrifices that they made by living..." said the male officer, looking like he was about to tear up a little.
"I guess.... you're right..." said the female officer, as she wiped away some tears that had formed, "Say...what happened to those three rookie cops that haven't reported in yet? The other rookies reported in before they were...well...you know..."
"The rookie cop from Los Angeles...what was his name...oh yeah.... Leon S. Kennedy...I think he had some last minute things to wrap up, something about family, so he'll be arriving sometime today I guess, that is, if he can get around the barricade, but I pray that he'll be forced to turn around.... it would suck for the poor guy to be stuck in this hellish place...The other rookie cop from San Francisco, Nicholas Cruz...I think...I think he wasn't so lucky...and we still don't know where Amy Thompson, the rookie cop from Seattle, went either..." replied the male cop.
"What happened to them...?" she asked.
"Are you sure you want to know? I really don't want to upset you further..." he said, wanting to keep his friend from having a nervous breakdown.
She nodded slowly.
"Well...Nicholas...um...Chief Irons said that he had reported in but then left in a police car, saying that he had something to do. Later we found Nicholas around Third Street, near his car and his shotgun, which had only been fired once. Most of his bones had been broken, and his spinal cord was shattered. His body had been battered as if he had been struck against a brick wall...and it was like...something had impaled his face because..." he said, deciding that he would stop talking about it, "We should patrol near the stairs...no telling what might happen there...maybe we might even see Amy around the building...maybe she's somewhere patrolling..."
"All right..." replied the female officer, as they both departed for the stairs that were near the precinct's dark room.
Sherry Birkin was scared...really scared now...
Hearing the sadness and horrifying account of what was happening in the city made the horror all the more real to Sherry...
"Maybe that thing that had killed that David person killed the others too..." she thought grimly to herself. Sherry unfortunately had heard about what happened to David Johnson: his head had just been torn right off his body by what the RPD officers had named the "Licker".
She shuddered as she crawled through the vents, hoping that she wouldn't meet anything like that...
After having no luck finding any RPD officers, she decided that she just try finding them on foot, even though it was a dangerous idea, it was still her only choice. She took the grating off one of the vents and went into what looked like an office shared by two people.
She looked around, trying to find any sort of thing that could protect her in case she met up with any zombies. It looked like the officer had been searched for weapons before she had gotten there, though. Curiously, she looked around, and noticed something on the door that had caught her eye.
"John Hopkins and Eve Dawson's Office."
"So this is their office...I guess...I should stay here for awhile. So tired crawling all over the station in those vents...." she said tiredly, as she cautiously sat on Eve's chair.
Sherry looked through some of the things on John and Eve's desks, noticing that they had a lot of pictures together, even one with John, Alice, and Eve...
They had a lot of plaques on the wall as well, no doubt showing that they were excellent police officers.
Sighing heavily, she opened up the pendant that her mother had given her and looked at the picture held inside, unaware that a G-Virus sample was also hidden in the pendant as well.
"Mommy...daddy...I miss you two..." she said sadly as she looked at the happy picture of her family, "Where ever you are...please be safe...."
"I want to be a family again after all this is over..."
-Brad Vickers-
"Why is he chasing me...?" thought Brad Vickers, as he was running, weaving his way through alleyways and streets, trying to find Jill Valentine, the only other S.T.A.R.S. member still in the city.
Brad Vickers was confused and scared, as a huge trench coated figure was stalking him throughout the streets, intent on killing him.
"I didn't do anything to it..." he murmured to himself, as he was running as fast as he could around the city, hoping that somehow, someway, he would find Jill Valentine.
"Why me..? What did I ever do to deserve this..? I just want to go back home to Arizona...the flowers...the flowers that I grew up...they should be blooming right about now..." he said sadly to himself, desperately wishing to be home instead of on the cold streets, trying to outrun something that couldn't be reasoned with.
"Jill...She'll protect me...she survived the mansion incident...she can...but...I have to warn her...it...it might be after her too!" he said, nearly tripping over a garbage can as he managed to find himself close to the Raccoon City Police Department.
He started running towards the RPD, hoping that she'd be there, even though she had resigned a week ago.
He then suddenly remembered that the thing that was stalking him looked familiar.
Eerily familiar.
Brad Vickers heart rate doubled and the pupils in his eyes dilated as he realized why it looked so familiar.
The huge trench coated figure looked remarkably like the Tyrant, which he had seen for his own eyes when he went in his helicopter to retrieve Chris, Jill, Rebecca, Barry and any other survivors.
He could remember how much evil it seemed to radiate...how it's heart was grotesquely exposed and pumping blood rather fast...and how it had that huge claw where a hand should've been...
Trying to make up for his cowardice earlier, he had dropped a Rocket Launcher to Chris, who then used it to blow the ultimate bio-weapon to pieces.
Brad thought for sure that he would never see something so evil like that again...
Now however, he was on the run from another Tyrant, except this one was specifically after Jill and him...
Brad Vickers ran towards the RPD as fast as he could, his breathing erratic as he struggled to elude his predator...
He smiled a little as he reached the R.P.D. building. He quickly took out his key and opened the double doors, and very quickly he locked the main entrance doors behind him, hoping that they would keep the Tyrant-look-alike from entering the precinct.
Inhaling and exhaling a few times, he holstered his gun into one of his lower vest pockets and he looked around. There was blood evident in a lot of places in the Main Hall, as if a huge battle took place here as well. Looking through the corpses of his fellow officers squeamishly, he reluctantly took as much ammo as he could, muttering apologies to the dead officers for taking their last rounds. Unfortunately, it seemed like all of their guns were missing. No doubt that the remaining officers had taken them when they had the chance to.
"Too bad they didn't try checking for ammo, " mused Brad solemnly, "I hope they're all okay..."
As he loaded his handgun with his newfound bullets, out of the corner of his eye he noticed a small girl trying to take the grating off the entrance of a vent.
"Wait! Who are you?" Brad asked, his voice coming out raspy thanks to having ran through half of Raccoon City and being terribly exhausted.
"Ahh! A zombie!" shrieked the little girl, as she hurriedly crawled through the vent and out of sight.
"No, I'm not a zombie! I'm a cop--" futilely said Brad, as she already was out of sight and hearing range.
Little did Brad know, he had just met Sherry Birkin, the daughter of William and Annette Birkin, the top researchers on the G-Virus, which was made to compete with Alexia Ashford's extremely powerful T-Veronica virus.
Brad shrugged and continued on, attempting to find any survivors in the building, and hopefully, Jill Valentine, his ex-teammate from S.T.A.R.S., which had disbanded since Chris, Barry, and Rebecca had gone off to Europe, leaving Jill and Brad still Raccoon City. He just had to warn her about the Tyrant-look-alike that was chasing S.T.A.R.S. members...
After awhile of searching, he realized that nobody was in the Raccoon Police Precinct. They might've been behind the barricades, but since Brad didn't have the proper tools to get through, he wasn't able to check. He took out his Glock and double checked it to make sure it was fully loaded, then he quietly walked out of the station, hoping not to run into his would-be-captor.
"Jill..." he said quietly, "I have to find you..."
Jogging down the streets, he realized it was quieter then before. He couldn't hear the constant chaos of people rushing out of their homes, nor did he see any people ransacking shops for their goods. It was dead quiet in the streets of Raccoon City. As he continued to jog towards where Jill was, which was probably her apartment complex, he realized that someone was following him.
"No...not here...not now!" he thought to himself, as he broke out into sprint.
The Nemesis was on his tail though, walking after him, as if to say that it didn't need to run; it would get him eventually .
*bam!* bam!* *bam!*
Angrily, Brad fired a few handgun rounds at the Nemesis, which had barely any effect, except it only served to make him even more pissed off.
Brad, noticing how futile it was for him to shoot at the Tyrant like creature, kept running until he found a door. Not caring where it led to, he found that the door led him to stairs. Cautiously, he walked down the stairs, only to be greeted by zombies that were feasting upon some unlucky soul who was still grasping a shotgun. He screamed in fear and ran the opposite way, shrugging the zombies off him as he ran, noticing that a girl that looked remarkably like Jill stood outside the doorway as he ran out.
"Damn, I can't slow down...I have to avoid the Nemesis...please Jill...try to follow me..." he thought to himself, as he was stopped in a small area which had three zombies in it, as well as what looked like kid's toys...
Brad winced when he realized that kids were once here and that even they weren't exempt from the zombies' list of food-things.
*bam!* *bam!* *bam!*
He fired at the zombie that was blocking the entry, and he realized that the girl, Jill, had followed him again. He was about to say something when another zombie tried to bite him, so he was forced to run again, deeper into the alleyways.
Finally, he stopped at what looked like a restaurant. Feeling hungry and thinking that Jill would follow him here, he sat at one of the chairs, attempting to find a burger or something.
"Raaahh....gahh...." moaned a familiar voice.
"Stay back!" yelled Brad, as he got off the chair and aimed his handgun at the zombie, who was apparently the owner of the place.
*bam!* *bam!* *bam!*
Out of the corner of his eye, Brad noticed that the door was opened by...Jill!
*bam-bam!*
Down went the zombie, thanks to Jill's shotgun.
"Jill!" said Brad in surprise.
"Brad...what's going on here? Why are you running...?" she asked, worried about her friend.
"Something's after S.T.A.R.S. members...there's no escape from it..." he said, as he started to reload his handgun. He suddenly realized that Jill didn't really need help...and that he would just be a burden to her as she tried to get out of the city. She had already been able to escape the mansion, and there was no doubt in his mind that she would get out of the city. However...he felt in his heart that he would only be in the way, so he decided to make up an excuse to not be around her, so that he could stall the Nemesis while she made her escape.
"He's comin' for us. We're all gonna die! He's after S.T.A.R.S. members...There's no escape!" he said, full well knowing that he would be the only S.T.A.R.S. member to die today. With that, he hurriedly left the bar, praying for Jill as he ran once again to the police station, towards where the Nemesis was, so that he could stall it for as long as he could...
-Nemesis-
Nemesis surveyed the area, attempting to find the one with a yellow vest.
He walked on, noticing that more zombies and monsters were appearing in the streets.
Some zombies saw the Nemesis and made the mistake of lurching towards it, hoping to get a huge meal....
It made them pay for their fatal mistake by giving one of the zombies an immensely brutal left hook, which threw the zombie into a brick wall, making all the bones in it's undead body break like a twig. With the other two zombies, he simply got out it's tentacle and impaled their skulls, killing them for a second time in their lifetimes.
The Nemesis was getting quite used to using its tentacle to kill any opposition rather quickly.
It's first victim, Nicholas Cruz, squirmed and trashed about quite a few seconds before dying from its lethal tentacle.
The tentacle, which came out of the Nemesis' left hand, worked quite well on zombies, Hunters, and even a Licker.
"S.T.A.R.S..." groaned the huge creature, as it continued it's search for any S.T.A.R.S. members in the city of Raccoon City.
It had been programmed by Umbrella Europe to kill any S.T.A.R.S. members that were around the city. It may not had been as refined and stable as Umbrella America's Mr. X, (which had also been dispatched in Raccoon City, although it was merely to retrieve the G-Virus sample from William Birkin) but the Nemesis had the unique abilities to handle a Rocket Launcher, track down his targets even more savagely and effectively then Mr. X, even say the word "S.T.A.R.S."
However, it was prone to mutations, especially after receiving physical punishment from conventional weaponry.
The Nemesis once again groaned the word "S.T.A.R.S" as it started to run, intent on putting it's tentacle through Brad Vickers's skull and end his life...as well as any S.T.A.R.S. member that had the unfortunate luck to get in it's way...
-Jill Valentine-
Jill Valentine looked outside her window sadly. People were running around frightened, in a state of utter chaos and terror, while others looted stores and buildings, thinking that this was their last chance to have some fun or get some free stuff before being captured by the zombies...
Chris and his fellow S.T.A.R.S. members had tried to investigate Umbrella, only to be stopped by Chief Brian Irons. Chris decided to request any information the government could find out about Umbrella, as well as Chief Irons. He then departed for Europe, in search of Umbrella's main headquarters.
She elected to stay behind, instead planning to go investigate Umbrella's underground labs, hoping to find more information about the mansion incident and why Umbrella was making bioorganic monsters. However, it looked like there was an outbreak of the T-virus, because the next thing she knew, there were reports of cannibalistic attacks, which eventually led to her receiving word that most of the RPD had been taken out by zombies in their first battle with them, and that the rest of the police officers had retreated to the station. So many poor souls were being killed every second, and most of them didn't even try fighting back...
Jill sighed heavily, thinking that they should try to fight back instead of letting the zombies overtake them...
She went to her closet, trying to find her S.T.A.R.S. uniform, only to be disappointed in finding that all she had left was she rarely used blue tube top and black mini-skirt.
"I can't believe I'm gonna go out with a pistol, a blue tube top, and a black mini-skirt..." she said, cursing the fact that she would have to survive a whole city of zombies with such tight fitting clothes.
"I wonder where Brad is...we were suppose to investigate the labs together but he's been gone for awhile..." she pondered, wondering where her ex-teammate was.
Jill's plan was simple. Get the hell out of the city, and try to help as many survivors as she could.
She got her pistol and checked it, sighing as she just realized that it only had a clip in it. The rest of her ammo was at the police station, in her office. Thinking about it for a second, she decided that she would try to get to the station to get some ammo, try to find Brad, and try to gather up the remaining police officers to help survivors as well as finding an escape route.
Looking around her apartment of nearly five years one last time, she hurriedly set a small bomb for a denotation time for 2 minutes, ran downstairs with it, set it near the door, which was crawling with zombies around it, and took cover, waiting for the explosion so that she could run the hell out...
"This is...my last escape..." she whispered to herself quietly, as the front door of the apartment complex exploded, taking down many zombies as well...letting her have a chance to escape from the apartment complex...
-The End-
Author's Note for people confused about some people mentioned in the story:
John Hopkins: Hero of "One Last Stand".
Nicholas Cruz: Hero of "Rookie Mistake".
Eve Dawson: Heroine of "Endless Sonata".
Dave Johnson: Hero of "Will To Live".
Amy Thompson: Heroine of "Eighteen Bullets".
Also, the last things that Jill and Brad say in the section of this story are actually in-game quotes, in case you didn't know.
That's all folks, this series is finally completed. Now go read "Even Fond Memories Can Come Back To Haunt You..." and "Night On The Town"! And review them! Heh heh...