Disowner: I don't own Resident Evil, Capcom does, so don't sue me…
Prologue: After all the hardships and near death experiences, Leon, Claire, and Sherry manage to make it out alive of Raccoon City. What they don't know is, the train they're on will suddenly come to a halt in…Wombat City…
"I can't believe it. It's over Claire, we made it out alive," Leon sighed. The train was moving steadily through the underground subway system. It had only been 4 hours since they got out from Raccoon City. Sherry had fallen asleep on one of the train's beds while Leon counted each of the dim lights that illuminated the tracks of the train. Claire sat down by Sherry as she brushed some strands of loose hair away from her eyes.
'It's all too easy… Is this it? Is it all over? Like Leon said? No… I can feel it… Chris… Where are you?' These thoughts kept flooding Claire's mind when the train abruptly stopped. Claire quickly stood up, feeling her belt for come grenade rounds. She reached back for her grenade launcher, which was strapped to a fastening across her back. The lights on the train flickered for a moment until they suddenly died out. Claire felt around the dark as she called out for Leon.
*Click*"Claire! Are you ok? Where's Sherry?" Leon asked, holding a long, black flashlight, which he always carried around, being a policeman and all. Claire pointed to the bed where Sherry had been resting. She had woken up from all the commotion of the train stopping. Leon flashed the light onto her; Sherry stood up and ran over to the two. Claire embraced her with her free hand.
"You ok?…" But as soon as Claire asked, there were moans coming from the outside of the train. Leon felt his side for his shotgun, which was safely bound, on his belt. The moans quickly turned into pounds as the hands of the undead were coming down quickly upon the sides of the train.
"Claire, I thought you said that it was all over? You said that we were going to leave Raccoon city and find a safer place to stay…" Sherry said while tightening her embrace on Claire. Claire positioned herself as she held onto her grenade launcher. She glanced at Leon who was already clutching his shotgun with one hand and the flashlight with the other. When the door of the train looked as if it were to break with another pound, Claire told Sherry to hide. As suspected, the door broke down and five or so zombies forced there way in. One of them had grabbed onto Leon who quickly reacted by striking its head off with the head of his flashlight. His shotgun had found its way to the abdomen of another zombie, which was blown away with one shot. Claire secured the fight was over by firing flame rounds at the last three, their rotting flesh burning as Claire reloaded her gun.
"Sherry! Sherry! Come out! They're all gone!" Claire shouted. Somewhere in this mysterious city, there were still other living, breathing people who didn't fall to the affect of the T-virus. The thing was, Leon, Claire and Sherry didn't know the whereabouts of these survivors or how they were going to make it out alive of this Umbrella environment. Through the dark alleys, the gloomy streets, the lonely buildings, they were going to make it out alive. Just like they had through Raccoon City. They thought it was the end, but it was just the beginning… the beginning of a story far worse from Raccoon's tales. The tale of, A Drop Dead Day in Wombat City…
To be continued…