Resident Evil
Forever Doomed 2: Retribution
CHAPTER ONE
Momentary Disbelief
"Lance, c'mon, get up."
Lance opened his eyes.
"You have to get up. It's one o'clock." The soothing voice of Claire Redfield grabbed his attention almost instantaneously.
"I'm up." Granted, Lance was never great when it came to waking up, and had a tendency to become very irritable at conversation, but for Claire's attractive features he would do his best not to scream or yell.
As he slowly sat up he reached over and held his shoulder lightly. The wound began to bleed. It had been four long and hard months of recovery since Lance had been shot in the incident in Linwood School; the other three of his four wounds had pretty much healed, and yet the one on his left shoulder simply refused.
"Let me get you something for that." Claire said reaching over for a tissue.
"Thanks." Lance dabbed at the injury, soaking the tissue in his blood.
"I'm going to go and make you some lunch."
Lance steadily got out of bed and changed his clothes. He grabbed a black T-shirt and his most comfortable jean shorts, and then walked out into the kitchen.
"Where's Jill and Chris?" Lance asked, noticing their absence.
"They went out, they said they'd be right back, though."
"Oh." Lance sat down at the small motel table. Not only had he had to recover, he couldn't go back home. Living with Jill, Chris, and Claire wasn't hard, but it wasn't all that easy, either. They all had barely any money, and have had to live out of cheap motels since.
"Anything on TV?" asked Claire, assuming that television would liven him up.
"Let's see, why don't we." Claire put down a plate with a sandwich on the table by Lance, walked over to the television set and turned it on.
Nothing.
"Stupid TV." Claire began to adjust the antenna placed atop the set. Lance paid no mind and took a bite of his sandwich.
"So, Barbara, what do you think would be causing this outrage." Lance recognized the news anchor talking as Bill Prestle.
"Gotcha!" shouted Claire proudly. Lance looked over at the TV to see an aerial shot of a city in turmoil. Cars were piled up everywhere, papers spread about, and people running like crazy.
"We're not sure, Bill," spoke Barbara from atop a building in the chaotic city, "but recent reports lead back to the strange disappearances of Linwood Middle School students, and ever since then," she signaled to the streets below, "well, look for yourselves."
The words made Lance forget his sandwich and move closer to the television.
"Thanks again, Barbara."
"No probl--" The view began to shake; a loud rumbling sound heard in the background.
"Oh my God!" Screamed Bill.
The building that the camera crew and Barbara Skyler were on had started to shake, and then, slowly, began to fall. The camera was thrown out of the cameraman's hand and landed on the hard concrete next to Barbara. She crawled desperately towards the camera. "Please help!" She had blood on her face and arms. A figure came from behind her and knelt next to her.
"Can we do something out there!?" Bill's voice was barely audible during all of the action.
"Please!" she cried again, and with all of her might she kicked the kneeling person hard in the face.
"Ugh!" he screamed, and suddenly attacked Barbara.
"Get off!" She screamed as the creature began to--
--Lance blinked suddenly, trying to prove to himself what he was seeing wasn't happening, but the reality took him by surprise. The figure was indeed eating her.
Zombie . . .
Two more creatures began to feast upon Barbara, and her blood was sprayed onto the camera before the screen turned to blue, the words "Technical Difficulties" written atop.
Claire turned off the TV suddenly, and looked at Lance.
"Was that . . .?" she asked.
Lance nodded in agreement, the realization finally hitting him: North Brunswick had been overrun by the undead.