Author's Note: Short and sweet. Yes. Short and sweet.
Rating: For right now, PG-13
Continuity: The day after... the, er, night in Raccoon City in RE2.
The Day After... By: Carmen Kara Wayne
Chapter Five
A shot here, a kick there. What were those Raccoon assholes bitching about? Zombies move slow, die with one bullet to the head—good God how did they make it so hard?
He was walking tall through the Police Station; in his fine black suit, he screamed, "Government!" Which, indeed, he was. He was part of a special unit within the government set to investigate the allegations set against the pharmaceutical organization, Umbrella Inc.
He didn't believe it at first. Zombies? Monsters? How and why would Umbrella Inc. do that? And then he thought about it.
Alfred Ashford was completely an inbred nutcase. He knew that from secret files the government had gathered via spies they had sent in. And why would one of the best Alpha teams in the whole Special Tactics and Rescue Squad lie with the knowledge that it could and would ruin their lives? And then, a couple of weeks ago, the Raccoon outbreak... The entire police force was overrun and literally eaten by dozens of infected citizens. The satellite photos were horrendous.
And now this. He was definitely convinced... but not all that worried. They did, after all, move SO slow. The only things he was worried about were finding survivors, and trying not to find whatever kept making those terrible inhuman shrieks...
Agent Antonio Troy turned a corner—and slammed directly into someone. Thinking it was a zombie, he leapt back and snapped up his double stack Glock, clicking it on the ready simultaneously with the click of another gun that was in his face—an identical one, only single stack. The owner was a wet haired girl in a black shirt and pink shorts. A knife was strapped to her left shoulder. She was at least six inches shorter than him, and maybe six years younger, and she looked so angry and confused; he didn't even think before the words fell out.
"Damn, you're cute."
Rating: For right now, PG-13
Continuity: The day after... the, er, night in Raccoon City in RE2.
The Day After... By: Carmen Kara Wayne
Chapter Five
A shot here, a kick there. What were those Raccoon assholes bitching about? Zombies move slow, die with one bullet to the head—good God how did they make it so hard?
He was walking tall through the Police Station; in his fine black suit, he screamed, "Government!" Which, indeed, he was. He was part of a special unit within the government set to investigate the allegations set against the pharmaceutical organization, Umbrella Inc.
He didn't believe it at first. Zombies? Monsters? How and why would Umbrella Inc. do that? And then he thought about it.
Alfred Ashford was completely an inbred nutcase. He knew that from secret files the government had gathered via spies they had sent in. And why would one of the best Alpha teams in the whole Special Tactics and Rescue Squad lie with the knowledge that it could and would ruin their lives? And then, a couple of weeks ago, the Raccoon outbreak... The entire police force was overrun and literally eaten by dozens of infected citizens. The satellite photos were horrendous.
And now this. He was definitely convinced... but not all that worried. They did, after all, move SO slow. The only things he was worried about were finding survivors, and trying not to find whatever kept making those terrible inhuman shrieks...
Agent Antonio Troy turned a corner—and slammed directly into someone. Thinking it was a zombie, he leapt back and snapped up his double stack Glock, clicking it on the ready simultaneously with the click of another gun that was in his face—an identical one, only single stack. The owner was a wet haired girl in a black shirt and pink shorts. A knife was strapped to her left shoulder. She was at least six inches shorter than him, and maybe six years younger, and she looked so angry and confused; he didn't even think before the words fell out.
"Damn, you're cute."