Resident Evil: Nightmare Island – REmake
Written by Gundam Butterfly
Author's Note: This is a rewritten fic of the original 'Nightmare Island', done so because I wasn't happy with it. Too many characters, bad dialogue, chapters were too short and the plot was going nowhere. I'm starting again and I hope I don't screw up.
Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil.
Chapter 1
Secret Underground Research Facility
2.34am
Saturday 26th April 2003
A man in a laboratory stands on his own, a mug of warm coffee in one hand and a clipboard in the other. His barely opened eyes scan documents over and over again. He was a brilliant scientist but he couldn't understand why he didn't get it.
A large steel door closed behind him. The man almost dropped everything he held.
"For god's sake, Jim, Get some sleep. You've been up since 7 and you've worked all day." A black-haired female scientist said as she was closing the door.
The man turned around. "What? No I can't! I'm almost finished!" He literally screamed at her.
"Look at you, you're knackered." The female said, concerned for her colleague.
"Shut up, ya poncey piece of.."
Jim trailed off as he let go of his coffee and clipboard and collapsed onto the girl. The girl shook him awake.
"Go to bed." The scientist ordered.
"NO!" Jim shouted, pulling the girl off him and reaching for his workstation. "All I need is one more chemical and success!"
The man read a piece of paper. "Sodium Nioxide. Where is it?" he exclaimed, reaching for the nearest bottle. He read from the label.
"Sodium Penathol. Eh, close enough." He said twisting the cap off and pouring the liquid in a test tube. The mixture began to fizz.
"PERFE-" The mixture exploded, tearing Jim apart from the inside out. Furniture and scientific equipment few everywhere, and the walls had been blown out.
The female was blasted back and impaled on a jagged steel beam. She just about had enough energy to see broken vials of a green and purple liquid pour out into a drain.
"Oh, shit…" The woman mustered, before coughing up blood and dying.
The Sewers
Saturday 26th April 2003
4.05am
A small puddle of green liquid had formed under a drain of the above laboratory.
It had been about one and a half hours since the explosion, and they were cleaning up the area, collecting dead bodies, broken glass and concrete and wiping Jim off the floor with a sponge.
The T-virus had leaked out of a toughened test tube and through a drain in the lab. The virus had been slowly crawling though the sewers, a purple trail in a dingy, dark underground system.
A large rat was scuttling on the opposite end of the approaching liquid. The animal was looking for food when it spotted the moving puddle.
Intrigued, it approached the trail, and sniffed it. Either way, drink is drink and the rat licked the puddle. It brought its head back in disgust, but if it didn't drink this it would die.
The abattoir, La Collette Reclamation Site
Saturday 26th April 2003
4.31am
The rat had climbed through a drain and surveyed its surroundings. A dank, cold, cramped room containing 10 - 20 cows.
The rat was feeling woozy. Its vision was blotched and it couldn't think. But on thing was for sure. It needed to eat.
It approached the nearest bovine and bit into its leg. The nip surprised the cow, and raised its leg. It brought it back down on the rat, breaking its neck.
The cow looked away, the danger over for now.
The parasites from the rat jumped into the cow. They fed on it passing infected DNA into the creature. They quickly jumped from one cow to the next, feeding on them, until all the cows were infected.
One of the doors opened and three men came into the room, armed with sticks. Two of them waited while the third opened a large door at the top. He took the padlock off and heaved the doors open. They squeaked open into a room with a large machine for killing large animals in it.
"Alright. In you go." One of the men said, leading them in. The large machine whirred into action, its engine making a loud, deafening noise. The first cow was lead in.
Le Rocquier School
8.00am
Wednesday 30th April 2003
A wholesaler's truck drove to the back of the school. It parked, and a man got out of the passengers side and opened the back. Inside were packages of mince, 5 to a box. The man got out about 20, and they left.
8.35am
A single boy, around the age of 13, trudged down the path to school. He was about 5" 8' tall, wore brown glasses and had short, scruffy brown hair. The school uniform he wore consisted of a grey jumper, white shirt, grey trouser, black shoes and a red, blue and white striped tie.
His eyes were barely half-open when he got there, a big line of kids were growing, battling to get inside. He joined the back and rubbed his eyes.
He managed to get in with much pushing and shoving and got to his locker. He dumped in his coat which was foolishly in his bag and a blonde boy, very physically fit, approached him.
"You wouldn't believe it right, I've finished the last mission of Medal of Honour: Frontline…on hard." He said
"David, I don't really care. You've told me that, what, 3 times this week. No one cares." Andre said, his voice cracked in an uncaring way.
"The only reason why you don't care is because you haven't done it." David said with a large tone of arrogance.
The two of them continued arguing until they reached the T-junction by staircase B where they would get to their respective form rooms. David turned left towards history and Andre went right to PSE.
9.10am
Andre was sitting in his art class, bored, staring at a screwed-up picture of a fish. He never thought of art as a lesson, more of an opportunity to talk for an hour.
He looked over to David and said "So…are you going to the school disco?
"Yeah, are you?" David replied.
"Nah, I'm not going to bother." Andre said.
"Why not?!" David asked, very surprised.
"Oh, I've got other things planned." He responded.
"But everyone will be there! All the years!" David said back.
"Well, I'm not everyone!" Andre argued.
"You two! Do your work!" Their art teacher ordered to them.
Andre slowly and reluctantly picked up a paintbrush, dipped it in blue paint and put random splodges on the paper.
"I'm probably the only one not going." Andre remarked.
David shrugged and got up, going for the string in a box on the other side of the room. Andre sighs, and continues his splodging.
Safeway supermarket
Thursday 1st May
1.15pm
Rows of meat were being displayed on a cold shelf. The beef counter was missing about seven packs having been taken by other unsuspecting people.
A woman approached the beef, and picked up some. She looked at the plastic the meat was covered with and put it in her trolley, oblivious to the fact that they carried a hidden menace.
Andre's house
10.35pm
Thursday 1st May 2003
Andre was watching the ITV news in his bedroom whilst on the Internet. He was looking for Resident Evil sites while the TV blared throughout the room.
Andre was sitting bored rigid looking at the screen when the news reporter said something that caught his ear.
"A mysterious virus has infected 14 families tonight." The newsman said.
Andre looked over to his TV. 'Mysterious virus?' Andre thought. 'What could they mean?'
'27 people have already become contaminated and more people are reported as to being diagnosed with the symptoms. The hospitals doctors are currently putting the victims on a strong course of antibiotics and the Jersey Department of Health have said that if you come down with a fever, they must get to a GP as soon as they can. Unfortunately, 10 people have already died of it."
Andre looked on shocked. What did they mean, SARS? He lay down on his bed, his mind whirring with ideas before slowing falling asleep.
Andre's house
8.35pm
Friday 2nd May
The night of the school disco. While others throughout the area prepared for a night that would change their lives. Meanwhile Andre, flicking through the channels with his sky digital remote, unaware that tonight would change his life too – literally.
He flicked through the channels one by one, giving his own personal comments doing so.
"Crap. Crap. Crap. Jesus channels? Who'd want to watch that?"
He continued to flick through until he discovered a movie channel saying that 'Die Hard' was due to start in 10 minutes.
"Ah, yes, Die Hard! Blow the roof!" Andre declared happily.
A small beep came from the kitchen.
"Ah, my microwaveable curry."
He went into the kitchen, got his curry and put it all on a plate and went into the living room to watch his film.
Le Rocquier School
8.50pm
Friday 2nd May
The party at the school was in full swing. So many people came that they all had to be moved in to the bigger sports hall. Al the supervisors were running around, barking orders at each other, while the students poured alcohol into their drinks.
Thing were in virtual chaos but the peoples were having a good time.
It was that way till a death scream from a girl pierced through the door from the PE department lobby and a boy screamed "What the hell is that?!".
Then all hell broke loose.
Andre's house
11.05pm
Friday 2nd May
Andre awoke from his slumber, covered in curry sauce, empty coke cans and chocolate wrappers. He rubbed his eyes and observed his surroundings. The TV was on, but Die Hard had finished and the screen flashed messages that another film was about to start. He switched it over to Channel 4 for no good reason and began clearing up.
He was about 20 minutes into it and had just about finished when he heard banging at the door. Loud banging.
"Eh? Who would be knocking at this time of night?" Andre said.
He went to the door while the banging continued.
"Alright, alright, keep our wig on." Andre muttered under his breath as he unlocked the door. Just as soon he pulled the doorknob down, the door crashed open and a stench of rotting meat hit him like a truck.
Andre fought back to close the door. The two people there were relentless buggers. They never stopped fighting until Andre managed to close and lock the door.
"What the hell was that thing?!" Andre exclaimed. He could hear more moans coming from the outside. He knew he had to at fast.
He rushed upstairs and grabbed a random rucksack. He threw everything out of it and tossed in a pair of walkie-talkies and his mobile phone. He put in a notepad and pen and then took some chocolate and drinks from his cupboard. They were new and the cupboard was cold so he didn't need to worry.
He then needed a weapon and rushed downstairs. He headed towards the kitchen and found a large butcher's knife. He rushed for it when the window next to it smashed open and a zombie fell on top of it. He panicked and headed for the back door. He opened it and slid it open.
He turned around and took one last, good look at his house before leaving and locking the door behind him.
He ran through his back garden and opened the door. He got it unlocked and ran out to the right. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw 20-30 zombies walking towards him.
The boy turned around and made a mad dash into a back alley, where he found a fence that separated it from the next-door housing department estate.
He was about to climb the fence when he noticed a zombie ambling towards Andre. Andre knew the thing would get him if he continued to climb so he looks around the area for a potential weapon.
A short, thin pole that was jagged to a sharp point at one end next to a half-finished house caught his eye. He ran over to it and picked it up. He waited for the zombie to get close before rising up and whacking it at the top of its head.
It's brain scattered out of the side of its head before falling to the ground. Realising its handiness, he lobbed it over the fence and climbed to the top before climbing halfway down the side and jumping off.
He grabbed the pole and looked at the zombies trying to tear down the fence to get to its freshest meal. He shrugged it off, pulled himself off and ran into the estate.
Author's note: Right, that's the first chapter completed. I didn't know how long butchers prepared meat so I took a guess, but it doesn't matter. All that matters is that I produce a high quality fic and that you read it and enjoy it and give positive reviews for it. Cheers.
