Resident Evil: Condition - Limitless
Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil... Though I wish I did, because those Capcom guys are some rich son of a bitches.
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"Rave" Mendoza cautiously walked down the dark hallway, his pistol, a SIG p228, which is able to pack a heavy punch through Kevlar armor. It's chamber full, with 13 bullets. A low growl echoed through out the hallway. Turning the corner, Rave saw a door, protected by a zombie right in front of it, with it's rotten skin, milky white eyes and chewed off body parts. Rave aimed the gun right between the zombie's eyes, and fired a single round. Brain matter and dried blood splattered on his already blood stained clothing. Baggy low ridden black jeans, black tight fit t-shirt, white puffy vest and state of the art LUGZ. But the color didn't matter, as the clothing was all blood stained.
The outbreak had started two days ago, when cannibal attacks were reported in multiple parks of New Gloria City. Rave watched helplessly as inhuman dogs slaughtered his friends. Once they had mutated into zombies, all they were, were lifeless carriers of the virus. It hurt Rave to have to come across one of his loved ones, with nothing else to do but shoot them. Rave stood still for a minute, remembering what had just happened an hour or so ago. He had come across Pan Dario, still in basketball shorts and a sleeveless shirt, with bite marks all over him. Loosing the will to shoot, Rave backed up to the wall until he had no choice but to shoot Pan. Shaking off the memory, Rave opened the door to find something he had hoped to come across for a long, long time.
Two Desert Eagles .50, an M3 Super Ninety and an MP-5 Navy were scattered around the apartment suite with dozens of clips and shells to go along with the guns. Rave was tempted to grab all of the items, but he resisted, and thought about other survivors, and only took a Desert Eagle and the MP-5 Navy. He also took bullets for his p228, his newly acquired Desert Eagle and MP-5. Rave scrummaged around a bit more, to find two separate holsters, for a side arm. He took one and placed it opposite to his other holster, which held his p228. Also finding a strap for his MP-5, and multiple bullet casingts, he considered that the owner of the apartment suite he was in was a gun collector, and that people had scrummaged the place before.
Climbing out of a window and down back alley stairs, feeling a little safer, Rave walked the streets of New Gloria City. Trying to find anything, or anyone, that could help him get out of the city, in one piece.
Walking a few blocks, easily avoiding zombies took him to the neighborhood mall, the Red Mall Plaza. Walking inside, mp5 raised, he slowly went inside, heading straight to the Sporting Goods shop, where hunting gear could be found. Rave suddenly paused, hearing a click clicking coming from the escalators about a hundred feet away from him. Crawling from the roof sprang a skinned creature, brain showing, its eyes seemed sewn shut, and a humongous tongue. Running behind a pillar and crouching down on one knee, he trained the Mp-5 at the creature's head. Firing in bursts. The creature howled in pain as bullets pierced its body. Guessing he missed the head because he wasn't used to the recoil of the gun, Rave quickly ran behind a pillar and started firing again this time in longer bursts.
The creature started crawling towards Rave at a very high speed. Panicking, Rave pulled the trigger on the Mp-5, turning his bursts into fully automatic fire. The creature, a mere 15 inches away from Rave, lashed its tongue out. Closing his eyes, Rave waited for the tongue to impale him...
But it never came. Instead, a blam! ka chick! blam! ka chick! replaced it. Opening his eyes, Rave saw a Chinese girl, black hair with streaks of blond in her hair, wearing a white shirt, jean jacket and jeans, and Nike Cortez. "WINNIE! YOUR ALIVE!" Rave screamed, watching the creature fly back as the shotgun shell's impacted its body. It flew backwards, looking even angrier. "Not now Rave." Winnie said as Rave ran up to her and hugged her. The creature was headed full speed towards Rave and Winnie. Rave released the hug, chucked his Mp-5 onto the ground and un-holstered both side arms and unleashed lead onto the creature. Winnie doing the same, un-holstered her side arm, a desert eagle and fired.
As Rave and Winnies guns went click, the creature fell flat on the floor. Picking up his Mp-5, Rave reloaded his weapons as did Winnie. "What?" Winnie asked, watching Rave eye her shotgun and desert eagle, but before Rave had a chance to reply, the creature let out a loud screech and lashed it's tongue out and grabbed Winnie by the shoe. "Eat this fucker!" As Rave emptied another desert eagle clip into the creatures exposed brain. "BITCH! These shoes were new too!" Winnie whined, wiping blood and slime off her shoes. Rave just laughed at her, holding her tightly. "I thought you were dead.............. Hun.."
"I was wondering about you too Rave." Winnie said. "It was hard to think about anything else other than thinking if you were alive or not, and if a whole bunch of zombies was about to pop up on you at the next bend. AND if you only had a kitchen knife with you. I was glad I found this shotgun and pistol in some apartment room, OH.. and why were you staring at my guns?" Winnie continued. "Ok, first off, I couldn't do anything but think about you either. Secondly, you we're never one with guns, and thirdly, I'm glad I left those behind, or I would have been tongue-a-bob." "What do you mean left behind?" Winnie followed up. "Well, you see this sub-machine-gun, an Mp-5, and this pistol a Desert Eagle. I found these in the same apartment suite that you found your M3 Shotgun and Desert Eagle. This p228 was my dad's favorite gun. He had only taken his shotgun with him when he went to help the police barricade." Rave continued, his eyes watering. "Dun worry hun, we'll find him, and the rest of those survivors, and get out of this hell hole. That's a promise." At that, Winnie kissed Rave on the lips and let go. "Where we're you headed in the first place?" Winnie asked. "The sporting goods shop."
Coming across just one zombie that was standing in front of the sporting good shops, Rave being a marksman fired a single round in between the creatures head falling it instantly. Stepping over the zombie, Rave and Winnie headed towards the hunting section of the shop. All the racks were empty except for a long rifle. It was camouflaged in different shades of green. An Arctic Warfare Police Magnum (AWP). One of the most accurate sniper rifles in the world, also used in hunting contests with flat rounds. Rave stared at awe at one of the most deadly weapons in the police sniper arsenal. "What are you looking at?" Winnie asked staring at the AWP. "You know.. I unno... It's hard to explain.. Ok, lets put it this way... It kicks ass." Rave answered. Picking it up and strapping it around his back, he and Winnie walked around collecting ammo for their guns. They had also found a two belt bags to carry more ammo in.
"We should head to the foods floor and stock up on rations. After, we should head to the Pharmacy and gather any medicines we might need." Rave said. "Yea like a Flintstones band aid for some boo-boos you might get Rave?" Winnie joked. "You know what I just realized?" Rave asked. "What?" Winnie answered. "That, that thing... Let's call it a Licker. That, that licker, had one hell of a long tongue. Don't girls like that in a man?" Rave shot back. "Shut up!" Winnie laughed shoving Rave. Passing a clear, zombie free inflatable bed shop, Rave grabbed Winnie, carried her into the shop and layed her down gently onto the bed. Rave bent over and was about to kiss Winnie again when there was a more than noticeable moan. Outside the shop was a zombie, walking at extremely fast speeds toward them. In between its eyes was a bullet hole. "I thought I killed that damn thing?!?!" Rave screamed. Jumping up with Winnie and running outside the shop. Just as the zombie dived forwards toward Winnie, Rave pulled her out of the way. "**** it's fast! Aim for the head Winnie!" Shouted Rave as he raised his Mp-5 and burst fired his shots onto the zombie. The zombie was too fast to be able to aim at the head, so Rave had to fire at its chest. "Click click." Rave's Mp-5 had run out. Drawing his Desert Eagle and p228 just as the zombie had dived, Rave had side stepped forward and went trigger-happy on the zombie. As his sidearm clicked on empty, the zombie had picked it self up and made his way towards Rave. "Winnie! Any time now!!" Rave yelled.
Blam! Chick chick! Blam Chick chick! Blam Chick chick! Winnie's shotgun, firing and then pumping, releasing each empty shell. Blam! Chick chick! Blam Chick chick! Blam Chick chick! Blam Chick chick! Click click. Because of the advancing zombie, back stepping and the recoil of the shotgun, Winnie had trapped herself against a wall, with an advancing zombie. "RAVE!!" She yelled.
Meters away, Rave was taking aim with his newly acquired AWP. Aimed right at the head of the zombie, Rave pulled the trigger as it bent over to take a bite out of Winnie. Brain matter, blood and bone sprayed everywhere as Rave ran towards Winnie and pulled her away from the zombie. "That thing... Took everything we had..!" Winnie huffed. "And we had hella powerful guns too. But thanks to this" Rave paused kissing the AWP "Your alive. Well we can't relax any more, if more of those things are around." Rave said. Strapping the awp behind him, and picking up his Mp-5, Desert Eagle and p228 and reloaded. So did Winnie.