Resident Evil: Condition – Limitless
Disclaimer: Again, I do not own any part of Resident Evil except for the purchase of their games. If I did own Resident Evil, I'd be one rich son of a bitch.
Author's note: Sorry about the long ammo conversations. I'll try to change those so they're shorter. And of those who haven't played Resident Evil Remake. Their last fought enemy was a Crimson Head. Enjoy the second chapter. Oh and the Desert Eagle will now be called Deagle.
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"5 clips for the Mp-5. 8 for my p228. 5 for my Deagle and 2 cartridges of 10 bullets for the AWP. How about you?" Rave counted. "At least 50 or so shells and 8 for the Deagle." Winnie replied. "Good. Our ammo's sufficient enough to last us. But keep an eye out for more. We'll need it to get out of this city. And if you see what ever you like, feel free to take it." Rave said gathering his ammo and placing them in various pockets. The short walk towards the local Super Store was un-eventful unless counting Rave's stomach grumbling an event.
"That thing hungry again Rave?" Winnie complimented. "Winnie… It's always hungry." "Good point." Winnie said as they walked through the entrance. "GREY TO YOUR LEFT!" Blam! A male screamed. "SAKURA THE CRAWLER WATCH OUT!" Rat-a-t-atata-t! Winnie and Rave ran towards the screams, near the kitchen utensils section.
The sight was horrible. There where 5 humans completely surrounded by a dozen zombies. 2 humans already being torn apart by 4 other zombies. "Divide, you go left, I go right. And Winnie hun, be careful." Rave said, firing his Deagle at the nearest zombie. "Yea I will, and tell the people in the middle to aim for the heads." Winnie said firing a shell towards a group of clumped monsters.
"AIM FOR THEIR HEADS!" Rave yelled as he side stepped, burst firing his mp-5 towards the heads of the zombies. "SAY WHAT?!?" One of the men yelled. "THE - HEADS! AIM - FOR THE - HEADS!" Rave yelled again, saying his words in between each burst. "OK!" A reply came from the center. Click. Click. "Fuck I hate that sound." Rave said to no one in particular as he slapped on a fresh mp-5 clip. Noticing three zombies headed his way. He dropped his Mp-5, drew his Deagle, and fired three shots, each one landing square in between the eyes of the undead. "4 bullets. 6 zombies." Muttered Rave as more zombies came after him. 4 spread out evenly and two in a miniature line. Rave fired 3 bullets towards the zombies, which were spread out, then aimed very carefully towards the final two zombies. Firing his last bullet, the .50 Deagle easily took both heads off the shoulders. Rave grinned as he drew his p228 and holstered his Deagle.
Winnie wasn't holding up as well as Rave, as 5 zombies from all corners surrounded her, and they were closing up fast. Not thinking, Winnie quickly sidestepped as the first zombie lunged to take a bite out of her. She quickly reacted by raising her foot and crushing its head. She then raised her shotgun and blew two consecutive heads of. Winnie fired another shell towards her left, not realizing that there was a zombie crawling towards her from the right. Winnie panted as the final and now headless zombie fell towards the floor with a wed thud. Just as the zombie fell, the crawling zombie Winnie had failed to notice grabbed her by the leg. Winnie let out a hoarse scream; as it was about to bite her leg clean of. There was a final gunshot and a dead zombie, in one quick second. Winnie looked up to see a blonde girl, 5'6 girl clad in all black, carrying a smoking m-4a1. She held out a hand and helped Winnie up. "Sakura Reyes. New Gloria Police Department. S.t.a.r.s operative." Sakura said introducing herself.
On the other side, two more men also in black headed towards Rave. One was standing about 5'8 and the other was standing at 6'1. "Grey Whitman. N.G.P.D. Leader of the S.t.a.r.s operatives." The 5'8 man said holding out his hand. "Charles "Big" Johnson. S.t.a.r.s" The 6'1 man said, removing his mask, to reveal his African-American ethnicity. "Rave Mendoza. Son of Ronald Mendoza. Do you know him?" Rave said, shaking Grey's hand. "Oh, Serge?" Grey's eyes went misty. "What?!" Rave yelled. "I'm sorry Rave. Serge… Your father died in the front lines of the barricade. I saw it with my own eyes. He's the reason I'm alive." Grey said, bowing his head. "Ho-how did h-he die?" Rave stuttered. "Took at least 3 dozen zombies with him. He knew the first line was faltering, as half of the front line was already slaughtered. So he rushed out, three grenades in hand." Explained Grey, as Sakura and Winnie arrived. "I kind of over heard and…" Winnie stopped, as Rave hugged her, with tears flowing down silently and freely on his blood covered face. "Your father… was a great man." Grey commented. "Yeah. We all knew him well." Sakura said. "I can remember all those mornings when he'd pull up the front drive and yelling good morning sunshine to everyone that was awake that morning." Big said, in a deep voice. "Rave… His death affected us all. But right now, we have to pull together. I know it hurts." Winnie said comforting Rave.
"How about those two?" Rave asked, staring towards the two corpses lying down spread eagled on the floor, in a pool of their own blood. "Jennifer Wilson… Gary Wilson. Those two, were a part of us. They will never be forgotten." Grey said as he collected their dog tags. "At least they died together." Sakura said in a very low voice. All of a sudden there was a loud crash as windows broke. At least two dozen mutant dogs surrounded them, in less than 5 seconds. "Back to back! Now!" As the three S.t.a.r.s members had formed a three sided triangle, backs facing inwards, and guns faced outwards.
Rave and Winnie followed suit and crashed back to back. "Open fire, on 3, my count." Rave heard Grey say. "1… 2…" Grey counted. "3!" Rave finished the counting for him and tore apart one of the dogs with a short burst of his mp-5. Loud gunfire erupted at the count of 3 and yelps of the dogs were all that was heard. Rave could tell, the remaining 3 S.t.a.r.s had great co-ordination, as one crouched, and two stood up firing. Sometimes, one would even lie down belly first, as another S.t.a.r.s member would face towards the opposite direction of the member lying down and open fire. As Rave watched them, he was also firing at the dogs headed towards him, Winnie and the S.t.a.r.s.
In a few minutes or so, all the dogs had been killed. Winnie was resting her head down on Rave, as the S.t.a.r.s reloaded their weapons. All of them had watched the carnage they had managed to make, in just a mere 10 minutes. Zombies, dogs and two human bodies had littered their surroundings. It was enough to make them hurl, if they hadn't faced monsters like them for three continous days. "Rave. You did pretty good o…" Big wasn't able to finish as a dog jumped on him and started clawing away at his arm. Rave quickly reacted by drawing his p228 and shooting the dog until Winnie had held his arm down to stop firing….
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What will happen next? Will Big get infected? Stay tuned!