:Resident Evil : Condition Limitless – Side story.
Disclaimer: I don't own RE.
A/N: I am very busy with school right now. While I worked on this, I was also doing schoolwork and working on chapter three. Please forgive the shittyness of the following chapters.
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Ronald "Serge" Mendoza was crouched behind a Crown Victoria police cruiser beside Grey Whitman. Armed with an automatic shotgun, and a USB tactical, along with 3 HE grenades, clad in black swat armor. Beside him, was Grey Whitman, who was armed with an mp-5 and USB tactical pistol. Together, with the rest of the remaining police force the whole city could muster, was going to be the final defense against the on-coming zombies.
"Front line, on my command." Serge commanded. "Grenades on my command." Grey ordered. Many soldiers were amazed at the calmness of the two commanders, as they faced a threat that could wipe out the whole city.
"Remember. You're all men out here now. If any of you want to turn back, spend time with your family, now's your chance. No one will think of you less if you do. Godspeed. Remember, your all men out here." Serge said over the microphone. No one budged.
"Grenades in 5!" Yelled Grey.
"Front lines on 3!"
"4"
"2"
"3"
"1" Gunfire erupted.
"2"
"1" At one, the sound of dozens of pins being dropped was heard, and 5 seconds later, hundreds of miniscule explosions were heard, as the grenades let go. But the zombies wouldn't stop swarming.
Every tiny second, the zombie army would stumble forward, as more and more zombies took place of the missing zombies. Soon, the zombie army had swarmed the front line leaving the two commanders, and the whole stars team left.
The stars team was still showing extreme co-ordination, falling back to back as they were swarmed. "Jen the acid spitter!" "Gary your left!" "Grey above!" Each yelled. Moving gracefully, as if there were no zombies surrounding them.
"Grey we're running low!!" Big yelled as his chamber went click. "We need to fall back!" Grey yelled as a zombie dived at him. Stomping on its head, Grey swiveled around and ordered the stars to fall back. Serge scanned the area, slowly retreating backwards, finger on the trigger. Then he saw it… A teenager… no man, barely 15 swarmed by zombies. Running forward and reloading his shotgun, he grabbed the boy, and threw him back wards.
"RUN!" Serge yelled. Emptying his 7 shells quickly into the crowd. The 15 year old picked himself up, with his m4a-1 in hand and ran forward beside Serge. "Run! You'll get out of this alive." Serge commanded. "I have no where to go to after this. I have no family. They killed my family. Let me stay Sir. Please." The boy said, as he fired into the crowd. "Alright, but if it gets too hectic, you are going to run back, and help the other lines. What's your name soldier?" Serge said.
"Michael Willits sir." Michael replied, as Serge's guns went click. "Fuck. Michael, get out of here, that's an order, help the other lines." Serge commanded, pushing Michael away. "Bu-but sir!" Michael said, firing more at the zombies, and quickly afterwards reloading. "NOW!" Serge yelled, pulling three HE grenades from his utility belt.
"If you want to be a hero, run, run to the other lines, and help them." Serge said in a hushed voice. Michael hesitated but quickly started back stepping and firing into the crowd.
"Damn kid." Serge muttered as he pulled the pins on the grenades. "Good bye Rave." Serge thought, as he walked into the zombie crowds. "EAT THIS MOTHER FUCKERS!!!!!" Serge yelled.
"What the fuck is he doing?" Grey yelled. All of a sudden…
Boom. Boom. Boom.
"God have mercy on your soul." Grey said, letting a tear run down freely on his face, as the Stars team held a silent prayer.
Little do the current cast know, is that Michael maybe their key to getting out of the city. Is he alive? Find out!