RESIDENT EVIL: A Novel
By Connor Goldsmith (Yagami Iori)
A/N: As I previously stated, this is a novelization of the R.E.make for GameCube. I was very disappointed with Ms. Stephani Danielle Perry's novelization of RE1 (as well as her other RE novels), and I'm hoping to better it. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy. This is the last A/N for a while… I've tried to make the characters more human, giving them motivations and such besides escape. Without character traits, the characters seem flat and lifeless. This chapter is a bit short.
CHAPTER ONE
Jill stared out the window at the Arklay Forest. She shifted in the leather seat, turning her head to her teammates. Joseph Frost was holding a rosary and murmuring an almost-silent prayer. Barry sat in front of her, cleaning his custom magnum. The only thing Barry loved more than that gun was his family. Chris was reading a letter from his sister. Wesker got up from his seat as they neared the woods. The whirr of the helicopter blades dulled the sounds of the Captain's orders. "Our ultimate goal is to find and rescue any surviving Bravo Team members. We are also investigating the cannibal killings. Any questions?"
Joseph raised his hand. "What if the helicopter crashed?" He seemed shaken, clutching his rosary like it was a shield. The Bravo Team was his original unit, and they were his best friends.
Wesker sighed, tapping his foot impatiently on the hard steel floor. "We've been over this four times, Joseph. We're going to hope that's not the case, and if it is, we'll stay and investigate the murders. Forest is an experienced pilot. There's no way he would have crashed for no reason. Once we find them, we'll investigate the murders together. Right now we just have to keep a cool head."
"Cap'n, we're landing," Brad remarked. Wesker's head swiveled to glance at the pilot. "We'll touch down in that clearing."
"Alright, team," Wesker began, "we're going in. Lock and load." With that, Barry slammed a new clip into his magnum. Crossing himself, Joseph tucked his rosary into his pocket and loaded a shotgun. Chris and Jill both loaded their Police Issue Berettas. "We'll leave the heavy duty artillery on the 'copter until we assess our situation. No need to get trigger-happy. Brad, just maintain this position. We'll be back soon."
Jill alighted from the helicopter slowly, her Beretta raised. She glanced warily to either side. "Should we split up, Captain?" she inquired. Wesker nodded. Jill headed into the woods, her steely gaze never leaving the rustling foliage. She could hear a whirring noise, and as she moved towards it she saw black smoke coming from above the trees. "You guys?" she began. "Get over here, now!" Barry was the first to appear. "Look, Barry. I think it's the Bravo 'copter."
Chris and Joseph started up the path, Wesker close behind. "What is it, Jill?" Joseph asked. He saw the wreckage. "Oh... sweet Jesus!" he stammered. He ran to the ruined helicopter. "Rich?! Becky?! Rico?! Forest?! Ken?!" He pulled away some debris, exposing the shattered front window. "Good Lord!"
Jill ran to Joseph. She peered into the cockpit. A glass shard-torn face stared back at her. She shivered. "It's Kevin," she announced. "He's dead. I don't see anyone else. We better keep looking." She pivoted on her heel, motioning for the others to go. "Joseph?"
"I'll be right there," he replied. Jill nodded and followed the others. Joseph removed a handkerchief from his pocket and placed it over Kevin's face. He was about to exit the clearing when he saw something shiny. What was that? He strode over to it, and saw a Beretta poking out of the earth. He leaned towards it, and grasped the barrel.
Jill was the first to hear the scream. Dashing back to the debris of the helicopter, she saw Joseph, clutching a Beretta attached to a severed hand. Joseph dropped the gun, and the dead flesh hit the ground with a dull thud.
A howl reverberated through the trees. Joseph, shaking, turned his head to the direction of the noise. He didn't see the things until it was too late. Perhaps they were dogs. That was what they looked like. But even in the shallow moonlight, Jill could see that the skin had been stripped from their bodies, their flesh mangled and ripped. She raised her Beretta, firing at the creatures as they leapt on Joseph. His tortured screams filled her ears as the things ripped and tore at his body with their jagged teeth.
Click, click, click... She was out of bullets. Joseph's screams died. A dog advanced on her, its sharp fangs bared. Click, click, click... She was frozen in fear as the monster plodded towards her, its skinned paws making a scratching noise in the tall grass. It pounced. BANG! Chris grabbed her.
"C'mon, Jill!" he cried. He pulled her away from the mass of creatures that were advancing upon them. "Captain! We need to get back to the 'copter!" The moment the words had escaped his lips, he recoiled in terror as the helicopter rose into the sky, taking leave of the forest. "Brad! Brad, you son of a bitch!!" His cries fell on deaf ears as Brad's helicopter faded away into the distance. "Goddamnit, Vickers!"
"Chris, we have to go now," Wesker remarked, deadpan as usual. They met up with Barry as they ran from the dogs. "I think I see a house up ahead," Wesker began. "Run for it!"
The house was gigantic. It had courtyard upon courtyard. The fact that they hadn't seen it from the air was odd. It was obscured by the dense brush. Chris, still pulling Jill by the arm, threw open the door and herded the others in. The door slammed behind them. The dogs howled in front of the house, begging for entry. "Well, shit," Chris murmured.
By Connor Goldsmith (Yagami Iori)
A/N: As I previously stated, this is a novelization of the R.E.make for GameCube. I was very disappointed with Ms. Stephani Danielle Perry's novelization of RE1 (as well as her other RE novels), and I'm hoping to better it. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy. This is the last A/N for a while… I've tried to make the characters more human, giving them motivations and such besides escape. Without character traits, the characters seem flat and lifeless. This chapter is a bit short.
CHAPTER ONE
Jill stared out the window at the Arklay Forest. She shifted in the leather seat, turning her head to her teammates. Joseph Frost was holding a rosary and murmuring an almost-silent prayer. Barry sat in front of her, cleaning his custom magnum. The only thing Barry loved more than that gun was his family. Chris was reading a letter from his sister. Wesker got up from his seat as they neared the woods. The whirr of the helicopter blades dulled the sounds of the Captain's orders. "Our ultimate goal is to find and rescue any surviving Bravo Team members. We are also investigating the cannibal killings. Any questions?"
Joseph raised his hand. "What if the helicopter crashed?" He seemed shaken, clutching his rosary like it was a shield. The Bravo Team was his original unit, and they were his best friends.
Wesker sighed, tapping his foot impatiently on the hard steel floor. "We've been over this four times, Joseph. We're going to hope that's not the case, and if it is, we'll stay and investigate the murders. Forest is an experienced pilot. There's no way he would have crashed for no reason. Once we find them, we'll investigate the murders together. Right now we just have to keep a cool head."
"Cap'n, we're landing," Brad remarked. Wesker's head swiveled to glance at the pilot. "We'll touch down in that clearing."
"Alright, team," Wesker began, "we're going in. Lock and load." With that, Barry slammed a new clip into his magnum. Crossing himself, Joseph tucked his rosary into his pocket and loaded a shotgun. Chris and Jill both loaded their Police Issue Berettas. "We'll leave the heavy duty artillery on the 'copter until we assess our situation. No need to get trigger-happy. Brad, just maintain this position. We'll be back soon."
Jill alighted from the helicopter slowly, her Beretta raised. She glanced warily to either side. "Should we split up, Captain?" she inquired. Wesker nodded. Jill headed into the woods, her steely gaze never leaving the rustling foliage. She could hear a whirring noise, and as she moved towards it she saw black smoke coming from above the trees. "You guys?" she began. "Get over here, now!" Barry was the first to appear. "Look, Barry. I think it's the Bravo 'copter."
Chris and Joseph started up the path, Wesker close behind. "What is it, Jill?" Joseph asked. He saw the wreckage. "Oh... sweet Jesus!" he stammered. He ran to the ruined helicopter. "Rich?! Becky?! Rico?! Forest?! Ken?!" He pulled away some debris, exposing the shattered front window. "Good Lord!"
Jill ran to Joseph. She peered into the cockpit. A glass shard-torn face stared back at her. She shivered. "It's Kevin," she announced. "He's dead. I don't see anyone else. We better keep looking." She pivoted on her heel, motioning for the others to go. "Joseph?"
"I'll be right there," he replied. Jill nodded and followed the others. Joseph removed a handkerchief from his pocket and placed it over Kevin's face. He was about to exit the clearing when he saw something shiny. What was that? He strode over to it, and saw a Beretta poking out of the earth. He leaned towards it, and grasped the barrel.
Jill was the first to hear the scream. Dashing back to the debris of the helicopter, she saw Joseph, clutching a Beretta attached to a severed hand. Joseph dropped the gun, and the dead flesh hit the ground with a dull thud.
A howl reverberated through the trees. Joseph, shaking, turned his head to the direction of the noise. He didn't see the things until it was too late. Perhaps they were dogs. That was what they looked like. But even in the shallow moonlight, Jill could see that the skin had been stripped from their bodies, their flesh mangled and ripped. She raised her Beretta, firing at the creatures as they leapt on Joseph. His tortured screams filled her ears as the things ripped and tore at his body with their jagged teeth.
Click, click, click... She was out of bullets. Joseph's screams died. A dog advanced on her, its sharp fangs bared. Click, click, click... She was frozen in fear as the monster plodded towards her, its skinned paws making a scratching noise in the tall grass. It pounced. BANG! Chris grabbed her.
"C'mon, Jill!" he cried. He pulled her away from the mass of creatures that were advancing upon them. "Captain! We need to get back to the 'copter!" The moment the words had escaped his lips, he recoiled in terror as the helicopter rose into the sky, taking leave of the forest. "Brad! Brad, you son of a bitch!!" His cries fell on deaf ears as Brad's helicopter faded away into the distance. "Goddamnit, Vickers!"
"Chris, we have to go now," Wesker remarked, deadpan as usual. They met up with Barry as they ran from the dogs. "I think I see a house up ahead," Wesker began. "Run for it!"
The house was gigantic. It had courtyard upon courtyard. The fact that they hadn't seen it from the air was odd. It was obscured by the dense brush. Chris, still pulling Jill by the arm, threw open the door and herded the others in. The door slammed behind them. The dogs howled in front of the house, begging for entry. "Well, shit," Chris murmured.