Resident Evil: Raccoon overdose
A/n: I don't own RE capcom does blah blah blah.
Chapter 1: shit happens
"They're late." I said as I lit up a cigarette.
" Have patience. It's better late than never with a payoff like this." My partner responded, toying with the mag ejection on his Glock. I sighed and shook my head.
"You don't thing some of the local junkies ambushed them and stole the money?" I said nervously, shifting my weight on the briefcase I held my hand.
"Kid this is Raccoon city. Junkies don't appear in this district."
Sam was right. We were standing in the buisiness district of raccoon, after hours. The only sounds were that of the Cinema sign buzzing overhead and the under-construction fountain flowing. The buisiness district was as lively as a cadaver at these hours. I leaned against the driver's side of our black Mercedes.
" Hey Sam you hear that the police chief is conspirating with that drug company Umbrella." I asked him nervously, rubbing my hands together to keep cool in the cold bitter air. Sam just shook his head.
"Ryan that's just gossip. And stop socializing with the locals around here." He added. "Were trying to keep a low profile and there you are yapping to every person you see."
" Sorry, geez." I said scratching the back of my head. Just then I heard a low moan around the corner.
"Dude you hear that?" I asked Sam.
"Yeah.weird." He said, puzzeled. "What the hell was that?"
The moan sounded again.
"Right whatever." He said. "I'm gonna go check it out. You stay here, get the Remington out of the trunk." He said handing me a set of car keys. I nodded and walked around to the back of the big car. Gun in hand Sam started around the corner.
"Dude be careful." I said unlocking the trunk.
Sam just shrugged. "Kid it's probably just some street beggar. I'll take care of him." With that, Sam dissapeared around the corner.
I shook my head and turned my attention back to the trunk. I had lay the briefcase next to the back right tire The only things that greeted me inside were a car jack and a bag containing two boxes of .22 magnum rounds. I reached up under the lip of the trunk and pulled out a freshly lubed and oiled Remington .22 Semi-auto rifle. I reached into the bag and took out a box of Winchester .22 magnum rounds. I opened the cardboard box and the shells spilled across the floor of the trunk.
"Crap." I muttered to myself letting them go. They were cheap anyway. I retrieved 10 of them and loaded the magazine. I then slammed the freshly loaded clip into the gun, pulling the breech bolt back. A few seconds later I heard gunshots, Then a voice.
"HOLY SH-!"
The voice was cut off quickly. I seemed worried. Was that Sam. I ran around the corner to where Sam had dissappeared. It was a short alley with only two doors to choose from. One on the left, and one on the right. Just then 2 more gunshots echoed out from the door on the left.
"Thataway."
I yanked the heavy steel door open to find myself in a small construction site. Rust gathered on the metal grate floor below me, as a pipe leaked an annoying dripped some where in the maze of construction supplements. I walked cautiously, careful not to accidentally step on a loose piece of grating. The site looked ancient, like it hadn't been in use for years. Then I noticed a small trail of blood curving around the corner on my right.
" Is that Sam's blood?" I pondered.
I cautiously turned the corner, the butt stock of the rifle held tight against my shoulder. The trail of blood led down a small hallway type thing, up the left wall it stopped-
"Oh no"
Hanging in mid air next to the wall was the limp lifeless from of Sam. With A sickening crack his body fell from the rafters, decapitated. I looked up mortified at what I found. Hanging from the steel girders had to be an illusion. It was like something out of aliens. It's blood soaked talons clicked on the ceiling. With what seemed to be a yawn the creature let its long blood red tongue curl out of its mouth over it's exposed brain. It was inhuman.
"Oh shit."
With that it dropped down on the floor in front of me. I raised my rifle and fired the entire magazine into it. It jerked backwards and landed on its back. My eyes widened as it got back up. I dropped the rifle and spun around running from this atrocity. I turned the corner to the door I had come through. I reached it and tried yanking it open. It did not budge. How had it lock?
The creature up to me, it was crawling on the wall to my left. I took a second to consider my options; a. run past this thing and lose my neck or b. take it down. I went with the latter. I reached under my coat and pulled out my handgun, a Berreta 9mm. I fired at the creature emptying the Magazine into its skull, it jerked back a bit and fell on the floor trying to recover. I leaped over it to the other side as it got back up.i then pulled out my backup pistol, a Glock 17 from the pocket of my black duster. I fired 5 shots right in the creature's brain. Ever see alien ressurection? And that part where they are climbing the ladder and the guy with the one eye hangs from the rung and shoots at the alien below, then it's head exploded? Well that's pretty much how this thing died. In a second after I fired the last shot from my glock its brain exploded in a shower of gore. I shook my head.
"One fucked up town." I thought to myself. I walked past the now dead killed of my partner and up to his corpse. I have known Sam for a long while. We've seen a lot of action together. I shook my head and reached down checking his jacket's pockets. That creature's spit must have been acid like since his glock 17 had melted. I dropped the remains of the gun, and pulled out two magazines from his left pocket. I pocketed them and got up dusting myself off. There was a door behind his so I tried it. But to no avail it was also locked. Then I remembered there was a set of steps near a scaffold opposite the door I had come in. There had to be some type of lift or something that could take me down to the main road. I think it was near the power station. I picked up my rifle. It was useless now. My partner was dead, killed by some lab accident most likely. I had to get the fuck out of this town, I thought to myself as I walked up the steps. I turned the corner to find the lift, which was operable. I pressed the button next to the wall. The lift went down it's dimly lit shaft smoothly.(mind out of the gutter folks.) I as I reached the bottom I heard shouting and gunfire.
" What the hell?' I said to myself.
I reloaded my weapons and stuck them in the pockets of my trench coat, my finger's still on the triggers. As light peeked out through the forming cracking where the end of the lift shaft met the lift I could see fire. I jumped off the lift before it finished its descent. With that I found myself in the middle of a war. People were running everywhere, police, civilians, SWAT you name it. I looked past the hoards of fleeing people to see a barricade of cars in front of the power plant. A swat team had assembled behind the barricade and we shooting at a crowd of slow moving people. I ran up to a swat gear clad officer, standing on a car and shouting orders though a bullhorn. He took notice of me quickly.
"Can I help you?" he asked trying to sound calm. Even though the whole city was rioting.
"Yeah." I said. " What the hell is going on?"
" Haven't you've been watching the news? The city is under attack by weird rioters." He said, sounding like he had no clue what was happening. " The rioters are extremely violent, we have official orders from the Chief of police to shoot them on sight."
"Ah." I said. " Um can I help out in anyway?" I asked him.
"No. All civilians should head to the police station for the time being. The police have everything under control, now go." He finished shooing me away. I walked away following the crowd to the station. By the way he finished that last sentence I knew the police had no shit under control all.
TO BE CONTINUED
A/n: I don't own RE capcom does blah blah blah.
Chapter 1: shit happens
"They're late." I said as I lit up a cigarette.
" Have patience. It's better late than never with a payoff like this." My partner responded, toying with the mag ejection on his Glock. I sighed and shook my head.
"You don't thing some of the local junkies ambushed them and stole the money?" I said nervously, shifting my weight on the briefcase I held my hand.
"Kid this is Raccoon city. Junkies don't appear in this district."
Sam was right. We were standing in the buisiness district of raccoon, after hours. The only sounds were that of the Cinema sign buzzing overhead and the under-construction fountain flowing. The buisiness district was as lively as a cadaver at these hours. I leaned against the driver's side of our black Mercedes.
" Hey Sam you hear that the police chief is conspirating with that drug company Umbrella." I asked him nervously, rubbing my hands together to keep cool in the cold bitter air. Sam just shook his head.
"Ryan that's just gossip. And stop socializing with the locals around here." He added. "Were trying to keep a low profile and there you are yapping to every person you see."
" Sorry, geez." I said scratching the back of my head. Just then I heard a low moan around the corner.
"Dude you hear that?" I asked Sam.
"Yeah.weird." He said, puzzeled. "What the hell was that?"
The moan sounded again.
"Right whatever." He said. "I'm gonna go check it out. You stay here, get the Remington out of the trunk." He said handing me a set of car keys. I nodded and walked around to the back of the big car. Gun in hand Sam started around the corner.
"Dude be careful." I said unlocking the trunk.
Sam just shrugged. "Kid it's probably just some street beggar. I'll take care of him." With that, Sam dissapeared around the corner.
I shook my head and turned my attention back to the trunk. I had lay the briefcase next to the back right tire The only things that greeted me inside were a car jack and a bag containing two boxes of .22 magnum rounds. I reached up under the lip of the trunk and pulled out a freshly lubed and oiled Remington .22 Semi-auto rifle. I reached into the bag and took out a box of Winchester .22 magnum rounds. I opened the cardboard box and the shells spilled across the floor of the trunk.
"Crap." I muttered to myself letting them go. They were cheap anyway. I retrieved 10 of them and loaded the magazine. I then slammed the freshly loaded clip into the gun, pulling the breech bolt back. A few seconds later I heard gunshots, Then a voice.
"HOLY SH-!"
The voice was cut off quickly. I seemed worried. Was that Sam. I ran around the corner to where Sam had dissappeared. It was a short alley with only two doors to choose from. One on the left, and one on the right. Just then 2 more gunshots echoed out from the door on the left.
"Thataway."
I yanked the heavy steel door open to find myself in a small construction site. Rust gathered on the metal grate floor below me, as a pipe leaked an annoying dripped some where in the maze of construction supplements. I walked cautiously, careful not to accidentally step on a loose piece of grating. The site looked ancient, like it hadn't been in use for years. Then I noticed a small trail of blood curving around the corner on my right.
" Is that Sam's blood?" I pondered.
I cautiously turned the corner, the butt stock of the rifle held tight against my shoulder. The trail of blood led down a small hallway type thing, up the left wall it stopped-
"Oh no"
Hanging in mid air next to the wall was the limp lifeless from of Sam. With A sickening crack his body fell from the rafters, decapitated. I looked up mortified at what I found. Hanging from the steel girders had to be an illusion. It was like something out of aliens. It's blood soaked talons clicked on the ceiling. With what seemed to be a yawn the creature let its long blood red tongue curl out of its mouth over it's exposed brain. It was inhuman.
"Oh shit."
With that it dropped down on the floor in front of me. I raised my rifle and fired the entire magazine into it. It jerked backwards and landed on its back. My eyes widened as it got back up. I dropped the rifle and spun around running from this atrocity. I turned the corner to the door I had come through. I reached it and tried yanking it open. It did not budge. How had it lock?
The creature up to me, it was crawling on the wall to my left. I took a second to consider my options; a. run past this thing and lose my neck or b. take it down. I went with the latter. I reached under my coat and pulled out my handgun, a Berreta 9mm. I fired at the creature emptying the Magazine into its skull, it jerked back a bit and fell on the floor trying to recover. I leaped over it to the other side as it got back up.i then pulled out my backup pistol, a Glock 17 from the pocket of my black duster. I fired 5 shots right in the creature's brain. Ever see alien ressurection? And that part where they are climbing the ladder and the guy with the one eye hangs from the rung and shoots at the alien below, then it's head exploded? Well that's pretty much how this thing died. In a second after I fired the last shot from my glock its brain exploded in a shower of gore. I shook my head.
"One fucked up town." I thought to myself. I walked past the now dead killed of my partner and up to his corpse. I have known Sam for a long while. We've seen a lot of action together. I shook my head and reached down checking his jacket's pockets. That creature's spit must have been acid like since his glock 17 had melted. I dropped the remains of the gun, and pulled out two magazines from his left pocket. I pocketed them and got up dusting myself off. There was a door behind his so I tried it. But to no avail it was also locked. Then I remembered there was a set of steps near a scaffold opposite the door I had come in. There had to be some type of lift or something that could take me down to the main road. I think it was near the power station. I picked up my rifle. It was useless now. My partner was dead, killed by some lab accident most likely. I had to get the fuck out of this town, I thought to myself as I walked up the steps. I turned the corner to find the lift, which was operable. I pressed the button next to the wall. The lift went down it's dimly lit shaft smoothly.(mind out of the gutter folks.) I as I reached the bottom I heard shouting and gunfire.
" What the hell?' I said to myself.
I reloaded my weapons and stuck them in the pockets of my trench coat, my finger's still on the triggers. As light peeked out through the forming cracking where the end of the lift shaft met the lift I could see fire. I jumped off the lift before it finished its descent. With that I found myself in the middle of a war. People were running everywhere, police, civilians, SWAT you name it. I looked past the hoards of fleeing people to see a barricade of cars in front of the power plant. A swat team had assembled behind the barricade and we shooting at a crowd of slow moving people. I ran up to a swat gear clad officer, standing on a car and shouting orders though a bullhorn. He took notice of me quickly.
"Can I help you?" he asked trying to sound calm. Even though the whole city was rioting.
"Yeah." I said. " What the hell is going on?"
" Haven't you've been watching the news? The city is under attack by weird rioters." He said, sounding like he had no clue what was happening. " The rioters are extremely violent, we have official orders from the Chief of police to shoot them on sight."
"Ah." I said. " Um can I help out in anyway?" I asked him.
"No. All civilians should head to the police station for the time being. The police have everything under control, now go." He finished shooing me away. I walked away following the crowd to the station. By the way he finished that last sentence I knew the police had no shit under control all.
TO BE CONTINUED