The RACCOON CITY CHRONACLES
In this ambitious story, I attempt to novelize Resident Evil 2 and 3, including the "behind the
scenes" portions like the takeover of Raccoon city.
While writing this story I've made a few adjustments. All are minor, consisting mainly of
abridging things. For example, in the RE 3 portion Jill doesn't meet the guy in the shed, who's
name escapes me. Also, Brad dies the first time Jill sees him: in the alley. And so forth. No
major plotline elements (TM) will be removed.
While I'm at it: Resident Evil doesn't belong to me, bla bla, it belongs to Capcom, bla bla, this story does belong to me, bla bla, plajurists will be fed to the Neptune.
Prologue
Since May of 1998, there had been reports of people being murdered in the midwestern town of
Raccoon city. This in and of itself was nothing to be excited about; the death of other human
beings was a fact of life. It was the manner in which these murders had been committed that
raised many eyebrows. The victems of the bizzarre crimes appeared to have been eaten alive. They
had originally been thought to be attacks by wild animals, but the absence of said wild animals,
combined with the fingerprints, saliva, and skin cells around the scenes of the crimes led to the
inescapable conclusion that humans were the architects of these killings.
ON July 23rd of 1998, the Special Tactics And Rescue Squad (STARS) "bravo team" was lead into the
Raccoon City forest by captain Enrico Marini, to investigate the crash of a truck, the occupants
reportedly mauled to death. After a full day of complete radio silence, the STARS "alpha team"
was sent in after them to find out what had happened.
On landing, they found the Bravo Team's helicopter, apparently having made a crash landing. They
found the pilot, quite obviously dead and mangled almost beyond recognition. No one else (or
their remains) were found, and none of the chopper's equipment had been taken although some of it
appeared to have been smashed. The architects of this murder, a pack of wild dogs, soon made
their appearance, announcing themselves by swarming upon Joseph Frost, a member of the team, and
tearing him to shredds.
The remainder of the story is still in question. The few survivors of the incident swear blind
that they fired at the dogs without any effect, but such a thing is difficult to believe. After
they escaped the terror, they attempted to tell their story to everyone they knew, but no one
believed.
According to them, they opened fire on the dogs tearing Frost's assophigus out but they didn't
even seem to feel the gunfire, and soon looked up from their meal to pursue the still-livving
STARS members. The whole situation prooved too much for the Alpha Team's helicopter pilot, who's
name was Brad Vickers and who would forever rightfully earn the nickname "chickenheart" for his
actions that day: lifting off from his position and circling above the forest, stranding the
members of the team in a forest populated with ravenous dogs that seemed to ignore gunshot
wounds. The team captain, Albert Wesker, instructed the team to fall back. Team member Barry
Berton spotted a large mansion, and suggested that the remainder of the team head for it. They
did so, and slammed the doors on the attacking dogs, who began milling around the sides of the
mansion, looking for a way in...
As the surviving team members began to catch their breath and look around the front hall, they
all quite distinctly heard four gunshots, followed by a faint scream. (authors note: yes, I know
it was only one, but the film in the remake has four and I'm going with that.)
Wesker ordered Chris Redfield to find the source of the gunshots, then report back. (authors
note: okay, here we go... I would like to note that this may not be the official way things
turned out; it just seems the most likely to me.) Chris did so, entering a door leading to a
dining room and another that lead to a long hall. Chris followed it to the end, which contained a
door on each side and a horribly-mangled body on the floor, a pistol lying beside him. The man
was Kennith Sullivan, and he was a member of the Bravo Team.
As Chris stared down at the body, he heard a loud bang from his left. As he turned in
surprise, his eyes fell on a man... or what looked like one. His head was utterly hairless, and
appeared to be diseased. His skin was peeling off him in sheets, and his eyes were filmed over by
a cateract. Moaning faintly, he--it--began shuffling towards him slowly and uncoordinatedly.
Chris was shocked. He could only stand staring as the man-thing shuffled towards him, his arms
extended as though to hug someone. It opened its mouth and began salivating, the drool escaping
from the things mouth mixed with bright red blood. Chris could see pieces of skin in the zombie's
teeth. Chris raised his Bereta and fired three rounds into the things chest, near its heart.
Chris grinned with satisfaction as he did so, anticipating a moan of pain as the thing dropped to
the floor. This was not to be. It continued forward towards him, heedless--seemingly unaware--of
the .45-caliber holes drilled
through its chest oozing blood onto the carpeting. The thing was almost upon him now. It grabbed
him and lowered its head to Chris's neck with the intent to rip a large chunk of meat out of his
throat, or maybe to champ down on one of the tendons there. This put the zombie's head directly
into Chris's gunsight and he fired one, two, three, four, five shots into the thing, firing until
the clip emptied, spasmotically pulling the trigger long after the gun had emptied and the zombi
had fallen limply to the floor with its brains covering the walls. He dropped to one knee and
vomited a thick stream of green puke onto the hall's carpet, mixing sickly with the blood, brains
and spit that had already accumulated there. After he was done, he retrieved Kennith's gun,
collected the remaining clips, reloaded his own weapon and backtracked to the front hall just as
fast as he could. This had to get out. He had to tell Wesker and the others.
Except that Wesker wasn't there. Neither were Barry Berton and Jill Valentine, the other members
of the team. The only traces of them were a smear of blood on one of the walls and Jill's 9mm
Bereta lying unfired on the floor.
(author's note: yeah, i know Chris didn't start out with a gun at the beginning, but I don't
think that makes much sense. EVERYONE ELSE DOES--THE helicopter pilot, who is never expected to
go into battle, has a frigging antitank rocket launcher squirreled away in his chopper, for the
love of god! A ROCKET LAUNCHER!)
The team's disappearance was the first in a stream of bad luck. Chris was forced to wander the
mansion, looking for clues as to just what the hell was happening, or even better a way out so he
could light a signal flare and hope to God that Brad was manly enough to attempt a rescue. He was
ambushed by two of the "'zombie dogs" jumping through a plate-glass window, but after four or
five shots from his gun they fell. Exploring the mansion, he found a diary from a man named
George Trevor, the mansion's architect, and how he was thrown into the mansion's hidden
underground laberynth by a man called Ozwell Spencer, the man Trevor had built the mansion for.
This name struck a faint bell of familiarity with Chris, but he shook it off.
The next thing of importance he found was Rebecca Chambers, the Bravo Team's newest recruit: the
eighteen-year-old medic. They continued to explore the house, and came across even stranger
creatures. All of them seemed to have been previously living animals, but now they had been
mutated beyond recognition. There were mutated snakes, mutaded insects, mutated crows (some of
which were found pecking at the exposed ribcage of Forest Speyer, another bravo team member),
mutated sharks, mutated spiders, and even a mutated plant codenamed "plant-42." Reading notes and
scattered papers as well as journals all over the mansion began to pay off. Apparently, the
megacorporation Umbrella, which pretty much owned Raccoon City, was involved in more then just
pharmisuticles. They also appeared to be involved in a project called the "T-Virus", which turned
any living organism it touches into a remorseless, implacable killer that lived for one thing and
one thing only: fresh food.
Then, something even worse happened. Rebecca let out a scream of fear which Chris heard and ran
towards. Rebecca was in a study of the mansion, being menaced by a... what was it? It was green,
appeared lizzard-like, about two feet high, walked upright, and sported a truely VICIOUS set of
claws. The thing looked nothing like anything Chris or Rebecca had ever seen. The thing screamed-
-yes, SCREAMED--AND ran incredibly fast towards Chris. Chris turned and ran, but the thing
slashed at the backs of his knees, bringing him down. The thing shrieked in triumph and brought
its claws around to sever Chris's head from his body when a single gunshot rang out. The thing
collapsed onto the ground, and Rebecca lowered her smoking gun.
Chris then soon after heard a transmition from Brad over a broken radio he had taken from Richard
Aken, another disseesed member of the Bravo team. Brad said that he was still circling and
awaiting response, but Chris was not allowed to respond because the damn thing was broken.
Searching through the mansion some more, Chris was able to activate a disused elevator which
brought him down into an underground mine tunnel of some sort. It branched off in many
directions. Down the end of one tunnel, Chris found Enrico Marini, the captain of the Bravo team.
He was wounded, but very much alive--a fact that was drivven home when Enrico suddenly twitched
violently and aimed his weapon at Chris. Stunned, Chris flailed his hands up but Enrico did not
drop his gun and told him to stay there. He said that STARS had been betrayed. Chris suddenly
realized Enrico wasn't aiming at Chris, but passed him. Enrico's hand tightened around the
trigger, but just before he could fire a single gunshot rang out from behind Chris, and Enrico
died at once. Chris pursued the man who had shot Enrico, but the arival of a pack of those green
lizard things allowed the killer to escape.
Exploring further, Chris encountered a hideously twisted creature. Once a woman, it shuffled
towards him in the remains of a dress, its legs chained together as it screamed before attacking.
The creature took enough punishment to stop a semi and still kept coming; Chris had to evade.
Eventually, he came upon the crypt of Jessica Trevor, the wife of George Trevor. Here, Chris
encountered the twisted creature again. However, after he opened Jessica's sarcofagus the
creature grabbed her skull and jumped into a nearby pit. A letter in the coffin confirmed his
sick suspicions: the twisted creature was Lisa Trevor, George Trevor's daughter, who had been
driven quite insane by the testing Umbrella had done on her since she was fourteen.
Continuing on, Chris and Rebecca found a secret passageway hidden in an ornate fountain. It led
downward, into what appeared to be an underground laboratory. In the lab's audiovisual room,
Chris put a roll of film he had found into the projector. The screen shown a picture of the
zombie dog, and labeled it a cerbrus. Next, it shown apicture of the shark, which was labeled
"neptune". The green thing was displayed next, which the film labeled "hunter". Finally, the
screen showed statistics for some monster or other, with the ledgend "T-002 Tyrant" on it.
Strangely, there was no picture of the monster. Next, the movie showed a group of scientists. One
of said scientists just happened to be a certain captain Albert Wesker. He had been givven orders
by Umbrella, Inc. to loor the STARS into the mansion to their deaths, and send the resulting
combat data to Umbrella HQ.
Even worse, as Chris continued exploring he found a jail cell with Jill Valentine held captive
within it. Jill cried out when she saw him, and warned him about Wesker before Chris cut her off
and said that he knew already. Turning to leave and search for a key to unlock Jill's cell, his
head revolved into the barrel of a .357 Magnum, held by Barry Burton.
Wesker sauntered around the corner, jauntily waving to Chris. The bastard was so sure of
himself that he didn't even bother to unholster his own pistol.
"Well well well, look what we have here. The imortal Rambo Redfield, with his vergin
jailbait sidekick! I always wondered why that kid in "THE BODY" was named Chris Chambers..."
Rebecca spat in his face.
"You son of a bitch," Chris hissed. Wesker smirked. "Who, me? Naaao, it aint my fault; its
the fault of all those damn zombies. They're the ones tryin' to kill you, not me. You should sort
out your priorities on who exactly is going to kill you; you'll live longer that way."
"You sold us out to Umbrella, you bastard. You're working for them."
"Now wait just a god damn minute," Wesker shouted, suddenly growing angry. "Who the HELL
says I've been working for Umbrella?"
"The film in the audiovisual room," Chris replied evenly.
"Yeah, that, well its old news. I am no longer a member of Umbrella Incorporated as of...
5:00 yesterday mornin'. I'm jumpin' ship, I'm goin' to the other side, i'm gonna get in good with
one of Umbrella's competitors. All this was just to cover my tracks. I'm gonna steal Umbrella's
most powerful bioweapon, then blow up all this (he gestured with his arms to encompass the entire
complex) to obliterate all the evidence. They'll think we're all dead, but Barry here. Barry has
a life to live, don't he?" Barry hung his head ashamedly.
"You, Barry? You surprise me. What's your stake in this?"
"Oh, Barry's a good little bear. He's just a stupid grunt who loves his family too much for
his own good. Myself, I hope nothing happens to them--but, you knowUmbrella can be... quite
horrible when displeased."
"All this--murder, blackmail, arsen all so you can make a goddamn buck? You people are
inhuman. All the ambition to make your unstoppable killing machines, and in the process you make
undead terrors that live in excruciating hunger all of there unnatural "lives"."
"Would you like to see it? Would you like to see our... ultimate achievment?" Wesker
withdrew his gun from his holster. "Go on, Barry. Twiddle your thumbs."
Barry gave Chris an appologetic look as Wesker gestured Chris forward. "Fool. If he had any
brain power at all he'd realize that there's no way I could really do anything to his family if I
was dead."
Wesker brought Chris at gunpoint into the deepest of the underground labs. Dominating the
room was a large tank filled with fluid. Submerged in the fluid was a huge, human-like creature.
It was incredibly tall, and its skin was chalk white. It looked on the world with blery red eyes.
Its left arm was scaled to size; the other one was at least twice as long, at the end of which
was a large and incredibly lethal-looking blue claw. Chris could see veins standing out on the
thing's chalky skin.
Wesker smiled at the Tyrant proudly.
"Now, I steal this creation to buy my way in. And I might as well get some... combat data."
Wesker went over to a control pannel, and began hitting buttons. Chris watched, horrified,
as the tank's fluid slowly began to drain. "Are you insane? That thing'll kill us all!"
Before Wesker could respond or rebuff this, Chris heard a crack, then a thump. Turning, he
saw Barry standing over wesker, lowering his gun.
"Chris, man, I am so sorry for doing all that--he made me do it, okay? The bastard was
blackmailing my family! Listen, you--"
Except Barry never got to finish his sentence, as they both heard an almighty CRASH from
behind them. Turning, they both saw the same sight:
The Tyrant creature was taking swings at the glass with its enormous claw. After only three
hits, the heavy glass burst apart. Slowly and jerkily, the Tyrant began making its way towards
the two.
Chris, Rebecca and Barry fought the Tyrant. It was a surprisingly one-sided fight; the Tyrant
creature, for all the hype, was really quite sluggish and slow from its months of containment and
they were able to tripple-team it and run it around the lab. After surprisingly little
punishment, the "most powerful bioweapon" collapsed in a bloody pile. Once they could look
around, they noticed that Wesker was gone. As they did so, they heard an announcement from a
computer system: the self-destruct mechanism had been activated; in three minutes, the mansion
would be blown sky high. The upshot of this was that all the doors were automatically unlocked to
make for an easier evacuation. The threesome ran to the jail cell and freed Jill from her cell.
The four ran up stairs and elevators until they reached the mansion's helipad. They signaled Brad
Vickers to pick them up. The chopper began to descend.
Of course, nothing is ever that easy. With one minute to go before distruction, the surface of
the roof exploded upward as the Tyrant burst up onto it. It had shaken off its slowness from the
incubation tank, and it now moved with the controled speed and strength of a freight train. Even
with all four of them they could barely hold their own against the now very aptly-named "most
powerful bioweapon". With seconds to go, Brad tossed a rocket launcher out the window. The four
could barely hold their own against the Tyrant with small-arms fire, but an antitank rocket
launcher was quite a different story. Jill grabbed it before it hit the ground, aimed, and fired
a rocket directly into the things chest, exploding the creature into pieces which rained down
over the roof like a tickertape parade for a hero.
The survivors piled inside the helicopter, which took off almost immediately. As they flew away,
everyone in the chopper except Brad turned around to see the Spencer Mansion explode in a pillar
of flame, its ancient secrets forever lost in a raging firestorm.
After they returned to Raccoon City, they each attempted to file a report on the incident.
Unfortunately, the STARS were a unit from the Raccoon City Police Department, and they had to
report directly to chief Brian Irons. Chief Brian Irons was very insistant on refusing to listen
to them. Suspecting Irons might be secretly involved with Umbrella, Chris decided to investigate
Umbrella on his own, after requesting a federal probe into Chief Irons and Umbrella. Jill decided
she would stay in Raccoon City to gather evidence, while the rest left the city to work on their
own. Every once in a while, a wild animal would wander into the city limmits and start going
crazy on people, but the animal would quickly be put down. There were roomours about what had
happened, as well as roomours about people who livved near the forest being turned into zombies,
but like all roomours they soon faded away. Things quieted down some, and Umbrella began to
relax. The Spencer outbreak would
eventually filter itself away, and thanks to Irons they were in little danger of being
discovered. Sadly for them, they had lost one of their greatest members: Albert Wesker. Everyone
at Umbrella Inc. headquarters breathed a collective sigh of relief that the potentially fatal
mistake had been covered.
In Europe, however, the French devision of Umbrella had some different ideas...
In this ambitious story, I attempt to novelize Resident Evil 2 and 3, including the "behind the
scenes" portions like the takeover of Raccoon city.
While writing this story I've made a few adjustments. All are minor, consisting mainly of
abridging things. For example, in the RE 3 portion Jill doesn't meet the guy in the shed, who's
name escapes me. Also, Brad dies the first time Jill sees him: in the alley. And so forth. No
major plotline elements (TM) will be removed.
While I'm at it: Resident Evil doesn't belong to me, bla bla, it belongs to Capcom, bla bla, this story does belong to me, bla bla, plajurists will be fed to the Neptune.
Prologue
Since May of 1998, there had been reports of people being murdered in the midwestern town of
Raccoon city. This in and of itself was nothing to be excited about; the death of other human
beings was a fact of life. It was the manner in which these murders had been committed that
raised many eyebrows. The victems of the bizzarre crimes appeared to have been eaten alive. They
had originally been thought to be attacks by wild animals, but the absence of said wild animals,
combined with the fingerprints, saliva, and skin cells around the scenes of the crimes led to the
inescapable conclusion that humans were the architects of these killings.
ON July 23rd of 1998, the Special Tactics And Rescue Squad (STARS) "bravo team" was lead into the
Raccoon City forest by captain Enrico Marini, to investigate the crash of a truck, the occupants
reportedly mauled to death. After a full day of complete radio silence, the STARS "alpha team"
was sent in after them to find out what had happened.
On landing, they found the Bravo Team's helicopter, apparently having made a crash landing. They
found the pilot, quite obviously dead and mangled almost beyond recognition. No one else (or
their remains) were found, and none of the chopper's equipment had been taken although some of it
appeared to have been smashed. The architects of this murder, a pack of wild dogs, soon made
their appearance, announcing themselves by swarming upon Joseph Frost, a member of the team, and
tearing him to shredds.
The remainder of the story is still in question. The few survivors of the incident swear blind
that they fired at the dogs without any effect, but such a thing is difficult to believe. After
they escaped the terror, they attempted to tell their story to everyone they knew, but no one
believed.
According to them, they opened fire on the dogs tearing Frost's assophigus out but they didn't
even seem to feel the gunfire, and soon looked up from their meal to pursue the still-livving
STARS members. The whole situation prooved too much for the Alpha Team's helicopter pilot, who's
name was Brad Vickers and who would forever rightfully earn the nickname "chickenheart" for his
actions that day: lifting off from his position and circling above the forest, stranding the
members of the team in a forest populated with ravenous dogs that seemed to ignore gunshot
wounds. The team captain, Albert Wesker, instructed the team to fall back. Team member Barry
Berton spotted a large mansion, and suggested that the remainder of the team head for it. They
did so, and slammed the doors on the attacking dogs, who began milling around the sides of the
mansion, looking for a way in...
As the surviving team members began to catch their breath and look around the front hall, they
all quite distinctly heard four gunshots, followed by a faint scream. (authors note: yes, I know
it was only one, but the film in the remake has four and I'm going with that.)
Wesker ordered Chris Redfield to find the source of the gunshots, then report back. (authors
note: okay, here we go... I would like to note that this may not be the official way things
turned out; it just seems the most likely to me.) Chris did so, entering a door leading to a
dining room and another that lead to a long hall. Chris followed it to the end, which contained a
door on each side and a horribly-mangled body on the floor, a pistol lying beside him. The man
was Kennith Sullivan, and he was a member of the Bravo Team.
As Chris stared down at the body, he heard a loud bang from his left. As he turned in
surprise, his eyes fell on a man... or what looked like one. His head was utterly hairless, and
appeared to be diseased. His skin was peeling off him in sheets, and his eyes were filmed over by
a cateract. Moaning faintly, he--it--began shuffling towards him slowly and uncoordinatedly.
Chris was shocked. He could only stand staring as the man-thing shuffled towards him, his arms
extended as though to hug someone. It opened its mouth and began salivating, the drool escaping
from the things mouth mixed with bright red blood. Chris could see pieces of skin in the zombie's
teeth. Chris raised his Bereta and fired three rounds into the things chest, near its heart.
Chris grinned with satisfaction as he did so, anticipating a moan of pain as the thing dropped to
the floor. This was not to be. It continued forward towards him, heedless--seemingly unaware--of
the .45-caliber holes drilled
through its chest oozing blood onto the carpeting. The thing was almost upon him now. It grabbed
him and lowered its head to Chris's neck with the intent to rip a large chunk of meat out of his
throat, or maybe to champ down on one of the tendons there. This put the zombie's head directly
into Chris's gunsight and he fired one, two, three, four, five shots into the thing, firing until
the clip emptied, spasmotically pulling the trigger long after the gun had emptied and the zombi
had fallen limply to the floor with its brains covering the walls. He dropped to one knee and
vomited a thick stream of green puke onto the hall's carpet, mixing sickly with the blood, brains
and spit that had already accumulated there. After he was done, he retrieved Kennith's gun,
collected the remaining clips, reloaded his own weapon and backtracked to the front hall just as
fast as he could. This had to get out. He had to tell Wesker and the others.
Except that Wesker wasn't there. Neither were Barry Berton and Jill Valentine, the other members
of the team. The only traces of them were a smear of blood on one of the walls and Jill's 9mm
Bereta lying unfired on the floor.
(author's note: yeah, i know Chris didn't start out with a gun at the beginning, but I don't
think that makes much sense. EVERYONE ELSE DOES--THE helicopter pilot, who is never expected to
go into battle, has a frigging antitank rocket launcher squirreled away in his chopper, for the
love of god! A ROCKET LAUNCHER!)
The team's disappearance was the first in a stream of bad luck. Chris was forced to wander the
mansion, looking for clues as to just what the hell was happening, or even better a way out so he
could light a signal flare and hope to God that Brad was manly enough to attempt a rescue. He was
ambushed by two of the "'zombie dogs" jumping through a plate-glass window, but after four or
five shots from his gun they fell. Exploring the mansion, he found a diary from a man named
George Trevor, the mansion's architect, and how he was thrown into the mansion's hidden
underground laberynth by a man called Ozwell Spencer, the man Trevor had built the mansion for.
This name struck a faint bell of familiarity with Chris, but he shook it off.
The next thing of importance he found was Rebecca Chambers, the Bravo Team's newest recruit: the
eighteen-year-old medic. They continued to explore the house, and came across even stranger
creatures. All of them seemed to have been previously living animals, but now they had been
mutated beyond recognition. There were mutated snakes, mutaded insects, mutated crows (some of
which were found pecking at the exposed ribcage of Forest Speyer, another bravo team member),
mutated sharks, mutated spiders, and even a mutated plant codenamed "plant-42." Reading notes and
scattered papers as well as journals all over the mansion began to pay off. Apparently, the
megacorporation Umbrella, which pretty much owned Raccoon City, was involved in more then just
pharmisuticles. They also appeared to be involved in a project called the "T-Virus", which turned
any living organism it touches into a remorseless, implacable killer that lived for one thing and
one thing only: fresh food.
Then, something even worse happened. Rebecca let out a scream of fear which Chris heard and ran
towards. Rebecca was in a study of the mansion, being menaced by a... what was it? It was green,
appeared lizzard-like, about two feet high, walked upright, and sported a truely VICIOUS set of
claws. The thing looked nothing like anything Chris or Rebecca had ever seen. The thing screamed-
-yes, SCREAMED--AND ran incredibly fast towards Chris. Chris turned and ran, but the thing
slashed at the backs of his knees, bringing him down. The thing shrieked in triumph and brought
its claws around to sever Chris's head from his body when a single gunshot rang out. The thing
collapsed onto the ground, and Rebecca lowered her smoking gun.
Chris then soon after heard a transmition from Brad over a broken radio he had taken from Richard
Aken, another disseesed member of the Bravo team. Brad said that he was still circling and
awaiting response, but Chris was not allowed to respond because the damn thing was broken.
Searching through the mansion some more, Chris was able to activate a disused elevator which
brought him down into an underground mine tunnel of some sort. It branched off in many
directions. Down the end of one tunnel, Chris found Enrico Marini, the captain of the Bravo team.
He was wounded, but very much alive--a fact that was drivven home when Enrico suddenly twitched
violently and aimed his weapon at Chris. Stunned, Chris flailed his hands up but Enrico did not
drop his gun and told him to stay there. He said that STARS had been betrayed. Chris suddenly
realized Enrico wasn't aiming at Chris, but passed him. Enrico's hand tightened around the
trigger, but just before he could fire a single gunshot rang out from behind Chris, and Enrico
died at once. Chris pursued the man who had shot Enrico, but the arival of a pack of those green
lizard things allowed the killer to escape.
Exploring further, Chris encountered a hideously twisted creature. Once a woman, it shuffled
towards him in the remains of a dress, its legs chained together as it screamed before attacking.
The creature took enough punishment to stop a semi and still kept coming; Chris had to evade.
Eventually, he came upon the crypt of Jessica Trevor, the wife of George Trevor. Here, Chris
encountered the twisted creature again. However, after he opened Jessica's sarcofagus the
creature grabbed her skull and jumped into a nearby pit. A letter in the coffin confirmed his
sick suspicions: the twisted creature was Lisa Trevor, George Trevor's daughter, who had been
driven quite insane by the testing Umbrella had done on her since she was fourteen.
Continuing on, Chris and Rebecca found a secret passageway hidden in an ornate fountain. It led
downward, into what appeared to be an underground laboratory. In the lab's audiovisual room,
Chris put a roll of film he had found into the projector. The screen shown a picture of the
zombie dog, and labeled it a cerbrus. Next, it shown apicture of the shark, which was labeled
"neptune". The green thing was displayed next, which the film labeled "hunter". Finally, the
screen showed statistics for some monster or other, with the ledgend "T-002 Tyrant" on it.
Strangely, there was no picture of the monster. Next, the movie showed a group of scientists. One
of said scientists just happened to be a certain captain Albert Wesker. He had been givven orders
by Umbrella, Inc. to loor the STARS into the mansion to their deaths, and send the resulting
combat data to Umbrella HQ.
Even worse, as Chris continued exploring he found a jail cell with Jill Valentine held captive
within it. Jill cried out when she saw him, and warned him about Wesker before Chris cut her off
and said that he knew already. Turning to leave and search for a key to unlock Jill's cell, his
head revolved into the barrel of a .357 Magnum, held by Barry Burton.
Wesker sauntered around the corner, jauntily waving to Chris. The bastard was so sure of
himself that he didn't even bother to unholster his own pistol.
"Well well well, look what we have here. The imortal Rambo Redfield, with his vergin
jailbait sidekick! I always wondered why that kid in "THE BODY" was named Chris Chambers..."
Rebecca spat in his face.
"You son of a bitch," Chris hissed. Wesker smirked. "Who, me? Naaao, it aint my fault; its
the fault of all those damn zombies. They're the ones tryin' to kill you, not me. You should sort
out your priorities on who exactly is going to kill you; you'll live longer that way."
"You sold us out to Umbrella, you bastard. You're working for them."
"Now wait just a god damn minute," Wesker shouted, suddenly growing angry. "Who the HELL
says I've been working for Umbrella?"
"The film in the audiovisual room," Chris replied evenly.
"Yeah, that, well its old news. I am no longer a member of Umbrella Incorporated as of...
5:00 yesterday mornin'. I'm jumpin' ship, I'm goin' to the other side, i'm gonna get in good with
one of Umbrella's competitors. All this was just to cover my tracks. I'm gonna steal Umbrella's
most powerful bioweapon, then blow up all this (he gestured with his arms to encompass the entire
complex) to obliterate all the evidence. They'll think we're all dead, but Barry here. Barry has
a life to live, don't he?" Barry hung his head ashamedly.
"You, Barry? You surprise me. What's your stake in this?"
"Oh, Barry's a good little bear. He's just a stupid grunt who loves his family too much for
his own good. Myself, I hope nothing happens to them--but, you knowUmbrella can be... quite
horrible when displeased."
"All this--murder, blackmail, arsen all so you can make a goddamn buck? You people are
inhuman. All the ambition to make your unstoppable killing machines, and in the process you make
undead terrors that live in excruciating hunger all of there unnatural "lives"."
"Would you like to see it? Would you like to see our... ultimate achievment?" Wesker
withdrew his gun from his holster. "Go on, Barry. Twiddle your thumbs."
Barry gave Chris an appologetic look as Wesker gestured Chris forward. "Fool. If he had any
brain power at all he'd realize that there's no way I could really do anything to his family if I
was dead."
Wesker brought Chris at gunpoint into the deepest of the underground labs. Dominating the
room was a large tank filled with fluid. Submerged in the fluid was a huge, human-like creature.
It was incredibly tall, and its skin was chalk white. It looked on the world with blery red eyes.
Its left arm was scaled to size; the other one was at least twice as long, at the end of which
was a large and incredibly lethal-looking blue claw. Chris could see veins standing out on the
thing's chalky skin.
Wesker smiled at the Tyrant proudly.
"Now, I steal this creation to buy my way in. And I might as well get some... combat data."
Wesker went over to a control pannel, and began hitting buttons. Chris watched, horrified,
as the tank's fluid slowly began to drain. "Are you insane? That thing'll kill us all!"
Before Wesker could respond or rebuff this, Chris heard a crack, then a thump. Turning, he
saw Barry standing over wesker, lowering his gun.
"Chris, man, I am so sorry for doing all that--he made me do it, okay? The bastard was
blackmailing my family! Listen, you--"
Except Barry never got to finish his sentence, as they both heard an almighty CRASH from
behind them. Turning, they both saw the same sight:
The Tyrant creature was taking swings at the glass with its enormous claw. After only three
hits, the heavy glass burst apart. Slowly and jerkily, the Tyrant began making its way towards
the two.
Chris, Rebecca and Barry fought the Tyrant. It was a surprisingly one-sided fight; the Tyrant
creature, for all the hype, was really quite sluggish and slow from its months of containment and
they were able to tripple-team it and run it around the lab. After surprisingly little
punishment, the "most powerful bioweapon" collapsed in a bloody pile. Once they could look
around, they noticed that Wesker was gone. As they did so, they heard an announcement from a
computer system: the self-destruct mechanism had been activated; in three minutes, the mansion
would be blown sky high. The upshot of this was that all the doors were automatically unlocked to
make for an easier evacuation. The threesome ran to the jail cell and freed Jill from her cell.
The four ran up stairs and elevators until they reached the mansion's helipad. They signaled Brad
Vickers to pick them up. The chopper began to descend.
Of course, nothing is ever that easy. With one minute to go before distruction, the surface of
the roof exploded upward as the Tyrant burst up onto it. It had shaken off its slowness from the
incubation tank, and it now moved with the controled speed and strength of a freight train. Even
with all four of them they could barely hold their own against the now very aptly-named "most
powerful bioweapon". With seconds to go, Brad tossed a rocket launcher out the window. The four
could barely hold their own against the Tyrant with small-arms fire, but an antitank rocket
launcher was quite a different story. Jill grabbed it before it hit the ground, aimed, and fired
a rocket directly into the things chest, exploding the creature into pieces which rained down
over the roof like a tickertape parade for a hero.
The survivors piled inside the helicopter, which took off almost immediately. As they flew away,
everyone in the chopper except Brad turned around to see the Spencer Mansion explode in a pillar
of flame, its ancient secrets forever lost in a raging firestorm.
After they returned to Raccoon City, they each attempted to file a report on the incident.
Unfortunately, the STARS were a unit from the Raccoon City Police Department, and they had to
report directly to chief Brian Irons. Chief Brian Irons was very insistant on refusing to listen
to them. Suspecting Irons might be secretly involved with Umbrella, Chris decided to investigate
Umbrella on his own, after requesting a federal probe into Chief Irons and Umbrella. Jill decided
she would stay in Raccoon City to gather evidence, while the rest left the city to work on their
own. Every once in a while, a wild animal would wander into the city limmits and start going
crazy on people, but the animal would quickly be put down. There were roomours about what had
happened, as well as roomours about people who livved near the forest being turned into zombies,
but like all roomours they soon faded away. Things quieted down some, and Umbrella began to
relax. The Spencer outbreak would
eventually filter itself away, and thanks to Irons they were in little danger of being
discovered. Sadly for them, they had lost one of their greatest members: Albert Wesker. Everyone
at Umbrella Inc. headquarters breathed a collective sigh of relief that the potentially fatal
mistake had been covered.
In Europe, however, the French devision of Umbrella had some different ideas...