PANIC
BY:
THE JACKAL
RATED R
(ENGLISH)
Notice: This is my first Resident Evil fan fiction so don't be to harsh. This takes place before the "Resident Evil" movie, pretty much what was happening while Alice "Mila Jovovich" was in Raccoon City Hospital.
Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil nor am I affiliated with it. I am not writing this fan fiction to make money and nor shall I profit from this. This was written for the enjoyment of myself and others.
Summary: Chris McKenzie an ordinary residence of Raccoon City encounters the horrors of Umbrella. Please read and review.
Notice: Major writers block, sorry it took so long. When I split the chapters I didn't think it was going to be to hard to finish:( I hope it isn't to short.
Contact: If you would like to contact me about my story then please e-mail at SneakyJackal@hotmail.com
CHAPTER 3
SLEEPING AWAKE
After seeing the plane lift off, Chris stood up from his seat and walked out of the airport. He exited through the automatic doors as a fresh line of people stood in the lobby waiting to be searched. Airport security quickly went through the crowd with German Shepard's as Chris passed them by.
"I guess people don't enjoy sleep as much as I do." Chris thought heading into the parking lot.
-=Safehouse=-
7:20 A.M.
Hearing the phone ring Leone dizzily rolled out of his bed to answer it.
"Who is this?" Leone asked.
"Mr. Salvatore, I have a proposition for you?" The cracked voice replied.
"Who the fuck is this?" Leone quickly shot back.
"I am a scientist for the Umbrella Corporation." "My name is not important." The Umbrella Scientist answered.
"You damn Umbrella people don't know when to quit!" "We have no further business to discuss asshole!" Leone shouted indecorously.
The Umbrella Scientist laughed almost as if he was expecting a rude response. Instead The Umbrella Scientist ignored Leone's tone and continued, "I want you to supervise a shipment of weapons out of the country."
"Am I not fucking speaking English!" "No further business, now fuck off!" Leone snapped.
"If you would kindly go down to the desk and check your mail you will find a check for 2 million dollars untraceable by the U.S. government." "If you complete the job I have another check for 2 million waiting." The Umbrella Scientist boasted.
Leone sighed with frustration, "I don't have time for this bullshit."
"I assure you this is a serious matter." "If you change your mind, there is a statue in the middle of the park of our beloved mayor Allan Russell, under his dedication will be a piece of paper telling you where to meet me." The Umbrella Scientist replied hanging up the phone.
-=Chris' House=-
7:30 A.M.
Chris pulled the shiny white Honda into the driveway. Stepping out of the car he felt like an outsider. Chris had never been home alone before and this being his first time gave him deviant chills down his spine. A cool draft of air brushed his face as he opened the front door. The house was strangely silent, almost deafening. Faint sounds of air could be heard as it rushed out of the vibrant blue air vents. His loud footsteps recoiled through the house as he entered his room.
Chris slid off his shoes and jumped into bed. Almost forgetting he glanced at his watch.
"Shit its 7:30, Ashley is going to be pissed." Chris thought.
Chris reached into his pocket and pulled out the cell phone. He quickly dialed Ashley's number and waited for an answer.
"Hello?" A soft voice called through the phone.
"Hey." Chris replied unsure of her response.
"Oh hey, you just got back?" Ashley asked.
"Yeah it was a long drive." Chris explained.
"I missed you." Ashley chanted.
"I missed you too." Chris replied.
"So are you still coming over?" Ashley questioned.
"I'll be over there later, I got a lot of chores to do." Chris lied.
"Well...What time are you going to be here?" Ashley asked.
"Um...I am not really sure." "Maybe around one or two o' clock." Chris responded nervously.
"Actually, I was thinking we could go to Raccoon Peak, just you and me..." Ashley stuttered.
"That would be great." Chris replied.
"Pick me up around 6:00, which should give you plenty of time to sleep." Ashley answered.
"Sleep?" Chris said with confusion.
"I know you're really tired and you want to go to bed." Ashley consoled.
"I don't need to go to bed." "I just have a couple of things to do around the house before I come over there." Chris said knowing Ashley caught him in a lie.
"Chris its okay, I know you wanted to come, I understand but you don't need to lie to me." Ashley explained.
"Ashley look..." Chris stammered.
"But listen you better pick me up tonight or I am going to hurt you very badly." Ashley joked.
"I will, I promise." Chris said.
"Okay then, I'll let you go cuddle with your pillow now." Ashley joked.
"Alright bye." Chris laughed hanging up the phone.
"How did she know?" Chris thought as he laid in his bed.
-=Umbrella Corporation Conference Room B=-
8:00 A.M.
The bright glare from the opened window blinded the room as Umbrella brass entered. A tall man walked to the end of the table and sat down. His eyes were deeply focused report in front of him.
"Gentleman, I have a report indicating an unauthorized shipment of Umbrella assets that is scheduled to take place tonight at 8:00." The man stated.
The executives sat around the table utterly speechless. The look on the man's face was growing angrier as he continued reading the report.
"A phone tap was recorded logged around 7:20 this morning indicating information about one of your previous employers, Leone Salvatore." The man said.
"Mr. Williamson Leone Salvatore is not a concern of yours." "He was previous hired to do an assassination mission." "We realize that there was a potential risk hiring from the outside." An Executive explained.
"This fucking company is a potential risk!" The man yelled throwing the report across the room.
"Mr. Williamson calm down." Another Executive said.
"Don't you fucking tell me to calm down!" "Your telling me that my virus...someone is stealing my virus!" Mr. Williamson yelled as limpid beads of sweat rolled down his chin.
"Someone in your program could easily have access." The Young Executive said.
"You cannot blame this shit on me!" "I don't get to pick the worthless shitheads, you just send them to me!" "Umbrella is at fault here!" Mr. Williamson exclaimed.
"Mr. Williamson, I hardly think Umbrella is responsible for your incompetence." "After all, Umbrella pays your salary." An Executive shot back.
"You are head of the biological weapons program and it is your responsibility to make sure that your employees aren't doing anything they're not suppose to." Another Executive explained.
"This is not my fucking fault!" "I will not take the blame for this!" Mr. Williamson yelled raising his voice once more.
A tall burly man soon entered the room. His tense brown eyes were focused on all the chair members as he approached them in a serious manner. He was dressed in a dark black suit and his sleeves were rolled up. A .45 caliber Colt45 pistol was holstered at his waist. Some of the chair members were threatened as they noticed the man was armed.
"Good morning Gentleman I am Michael Kosetti; I am the commander the Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service." "For those of you who aren't familiar with it, we deal with accidental outbreaks." Mr. Kosetti explained.
"How did you get into this room?" "You have no business in here young man." An Executive questioned.
Ignoring the response Mr. Kosetti replied, "My team could go in and recover your stolen virus."
"I didn't no we had a counter measure for this kind of situation, why wasn't I informed about this." Mr. Williamson asked with confusion.
"You simply did not need to know." An Executive retorted.
"You people get me stressed up about bullshit like this and you are telling me that you had a counter measure for this situation already?" "What the fuck is wrong with you people?" Mr. Williamson snotted showing disrespect.
"With all do respect Mr. Williamson, The U.B.C.S. program was only established to deal with level 1 outbreaks of biorganic weapons." "We have no counter measure for a situation that requires recovery of stolen materials." An Executive replied.
"Umbrella was in the process of forming a special operations team, Codename: Umbrella Special Forces Unit but, according to recent reports they are unable to respond to the situation." Another Executive added.
"I feel that the U.B.C.S. is more then qualified for this type of situation." Mr. Kosetti defended.
"Mr. Kosetti, what makes your team so qualified?" An Executive questioned.
"The U.B.C.S. is combat ready for anything." "Yes we were specifically established to handle outbreaks, but let us think of what we are capable of doing." "We have the right tools and well disciplined soldiers with years of combat experience under their belts." Mr. Kosetti explained.
"I hardly think a bunch of belligerent war criminals gives the experience for this kind of operation." A Executive rudely responded.
"The U.B.C.S. combat record is flawless, we have never failed a mission no matter what the casualty." Mr. Kosetti bragged.
"Your combat record is irrelevant, I motion that we establish a new special operations team." An Executive shot back.
"I don't know if you people are aware but the shipment is going down tonight." Mr. Kosetti retorted.
"I agree we don't have time, the U.B.C.S. is our only initiative." An Executive added.
"So you are saying that we give you authorization to go in and recover the virus?" An Executive asked sarcastically.
"That is exactly what I am saying." "In fact, I will take all responsibility over this mission as myself we be leading it." Mr. Kosetti replied.
"Well Mr. Kosetti how do you expect to get this accomplished?" An Executive questioned with disbelief.
"Intelligence indicates that a C2 liner will be transported out of Raccoon City tonight exactly 9:00 P.M. at the Old Raccoon Shipyard." "I have here a list of possible scenario's that can be used for this situation." Mr. Kosetti explained passing out the report to everyone.
"Do you realize that you risk possible outbreak by attempting these kinds of scenarios." An Executive addressed.
"Gentleman, I assure you we have taken all the necessary precautions to ensure the return of the virus." Mr. Kosetti said.
The head executive stared at the report closely. The scenarios that were listed seemed risky but could be accomplished.
"You have authorization to require the virus by any means necessary." The Head Executive replied.
"Thank you sir I will personality bring the virus back for you." Mr. Kosetti said.
"Now if you'll excuse us we have other important matters to discuss." The Executive answered hinting the door.
As Mr. Kosetti left the conference room, the muffled voices of executives contradicting the issue drifted from behind the door.
-=Chris House=-
9:00 A.M.
The floor boards gently creaked as he walked through the pitch black hall. Reaching the kitchen, he quickly spotted the refrigerator. As he opened refrigerator door as a bright gleam gently illuminated the kitchen. He patiently looked through the refrigerator for something to eat. After seeing nothing worthy of consumption he closed the refrigerator door and headed to the pantry. Turning his head, he noticed something out of the window; his body immediately froze as he glanced at the object moving past the window. His muscles were tightly seized as he tried to run. His face was deadlocked on the moving figure as it neared the window. The moans of the crying zombie began to get closer and closer. The sound of broken glass echoed through Chris' head as the zombie's face became visible.
Chris violently awoke in a zeal of cold sweat. His heart beating faster as he took in violent gasps of air. Looking around he noticed the stilled glossy posters on his shiny blue walls.
"It was just a dream..." Chris said realizing he was still in his room.
After a short pause his phone rang.
"Hello." Chris said picking up the phone.
"Yo what's up?" Terry asked knowing he would be recognized.
"Nothing much, I just woke up." Chris replied.
"Man I am bored as shit." Terry replied.
"What did ya'll do last night?" Chris responded.
"Nothing we were gonna go to this party but we ended up just chilling at Alex's." Terry said hinting Chris to blame.
"Yea, yea." Chris sarcastically said.
"So what are you doing tonight?" Terry said changing the subject.
"I am going out with Ashley to Raccoon Peak." Chris responded.
"Holla you gonna get laid." Terry joked.
"It's not like that." Chris replied.
"Here's a little tip buddy." Terry explained.
"I don't need your fucking tips!" "This guy is gonna give me tips, your fucking funny man!" Chris loudly interrupted.
"Girls love it when you go down on them." Terry answered ignoring Chris.
"I swear you're fucking stupid." Chris sarcastically said.
"What man, it works every time." Terry bragged.
"Hey listen I need to go to the bank to get some cash I'll talk to you later." Chris said.
"Alright yo, remember what I said." Terry replied.
"Your funny man." Chris joked hanging up the phone.
-=Raccoon City Park=-
10:00 A.M.
A tall Italian figure leisurely approached a sitting bench. Leone was carrying the daily newspaper, the bold headline `Raccoon Mayor Assassinated` stood out. He sat down on the bench and unfolded his newspaper. Birds loudly chirped behind the sound of folding paper. The sound of laughing children soon flooded the air as a group of kid flew by bicycles.
After a bit of reading the tall man soon stood from the bench and headed towards the middle of the park. Sweat softly streaked across his forehead as the hot sun bore down on him. When he reached the center of the park he saw a statue standing proudly on its granite foundation. The statue displayed a slender man with a top hat pointing down a long cane. The face of the statue was emotionless as it seemed to be staring at Leone. As got close to the statue he could clearly see the copper trimmed dedication plague. It read: "To our beloved protector of Raccoon City, may this statue represent the goodness he has ordained to us all."
Leone noticed a small paper was wedged in between the copper plate and granite foundation. He quickly pulled it out and opened it. It read: "Mr. Salvatore so I take you have come for the job eh?" "Well I've been waiting in the park for awhile and I am guessing you were late on purpose." "If you are still interested head to the Raccoon City Mall at four o' clock and wait in the candle shop, a man will find you and tell you what to do."
"This motherfucker got me doing god damn scavenger hunts." Leone said crumpling up the note.
-=Shooting Range C1 Inside Umbrella Security Building=-
11:00 A.M.
A slender man lay on the ground. His eyes were deeply focused through his scope as he watched the target wonder around mindlessly. The man watched the zombie wonder around in circles following the rack of meat that circled the room. He targeted his scope towards the monster's head, watching as the it continued to circle around aimlessly. The sharp sound of the safety clicked as he snapped it off. The man slightly adjusted his shoulders and pulled the trigger.
The bullet spiraled into the zombie's chest. The man leered through the scope checking the creature's chest and could clearly see an exit wound. The small hole soon disappeared as it was engorged with decaying flesh. The man looked off his scope and sat up. He pulled out a notepad from his pocket and began to write.
"Standard chest kill point ineffective against T-Virus subject." "Head and neck kill points are highly suggestive."
The man put the notepad back in his pocket and took aim once more. The zombie was still wandering in circles unaware of the Umbrella sniper's presence. He followed the zombie through his scope aiming for the neck. He pulled the trigger and the rifle clicked unable to chamber a round.
"Shit I'm empty." The man thought quickly reaching into his pocket for a magazine.
"Mr. Morgan, early with rifle practice." Mr. Kosetti chimed in.
He turned noticing his commanding officer's face. He quickly exerted a small salute.
"At ease." Mr. Kosetti said turning his head towards the unaware zombie.
"Well sir, I was just trying to review some new kill points I recently discovered." Mr. Morgan replied.
"Justin please enlighten me." Mr. Kosetti responded.
"I know the T-virus subjects are extremely weak in the upper neck and head areas but I was thinking that with larger caliber weapons you could pierce through the subject's chest and disconnect the spinal column." Justin explained.
"I still see the subject alive." Mr. Kosetti shot back.
"Well sir, I missed the spinal column." Justin replied expecting a harsh response.
"Keep it simple, you don't have to find new ways to kill them." "Personally, I enjoy blowing the sons of bitches up." Mr. Kosetti said hinting the remote detonator.
"Do the honors?" Justin asked as handed Mr. Kosetti the remote detonator.
Mr. Kosetti looked down the end of the large room. The zombie had reached hanging remains of the meat and was viciously feeding on it. He stared at the remote control and hit the button. The C4 explosive on the zombie's back silently hummed as the zombie blew up in a million pieces.
"Well done sir." Justin complimented.
Justin turned to the range panel. A large row of buttons were blinking. He stared at the bottom button which was labeled, "New Subject." He slowly motioned his hands towards the button when Mr. Kosetti stopped him.
"Hold on Justin I need to talk to you." Mr. Kosetti said.
"Sir?" Justin questioned wondering what the problem could be.
"We are doing a virus recovery mission and I called you to come." "I am going to need your sniper skills on this one." Mr. Kosetti explained without spilling into detail.
"Okay sir, what time is the brief." Justin asked hiding his enthusiasm.
"7:00 P.M." "And Justin, keep it simple we don't need anything fancy on this one." Mr. Kosetti added.
"Yes sir." Justin replied.
As Mr. Kosetti left the room Justin returned to the range panel. He tapped the "New Subject" button and a zombie was slowly elevated into the room. He tapped the "Feeder" button and he a large grapple raced its way around the room and was replenished with a fresh kill. The creature however was not following the feeder but instead was heading towards Justin.
"I love a challenge." Justin said quickly reloaded his rifle. He stood in a prone position aiming it at the zombie's chest. The moans of the beast got closer as Justin patiently waited for the shot. As he pulled the trigger the zombie instantly dropped.
"Yes!" Justin exclaimed as the zombie's body lay motionless on the cold floor.