Resident Evil: Destruction
By: John Adams

A cold breeze came through the window. A dribble of blood fell onto his face. He opened his eyes and was met by someone else's gaze. A man stood above him clutching his arm that was heavily bleeding, the man's cool gaze stared down at the boy. "Wake up dammit, we have to get out of herree" The cop still clutching his arm spoke, his words were slurred. The boy rubbed his head and tried to get up, he couldn't remember where he was, and he wasn't sure what was going on either. Something told him that nothing was right about any of this. The cop leaned back against a desk and let a gun fall from his hand. "Kid, let me resst nowss." The cop closed his eyes and the boy stood up and observed his surroundings. It was a classroom darkened by the night sky. The desks were scattered, it looked like a struggle recently happened here. A slight gnawing was heard from the door, which lied off to the left. On his right were 5 windows, one of them was open and an autumn breeze blew in. He wiped the cop's blood from his face and walked towards him. "What's going on? I don't remember" The boy spoke from a deep voice, he wasn't a kid like the cop made him out to be. The cop moved slightly and let his arm fall from the wound. His gun remained untouched. A pit opened up in the boy's stomach, something was wrong with the cop. He walked towards the cop, "Are you okay?" The cop stirred more and lifted his arm. A gurgle emitted from his mouth, the cop stood himself up and peered into the boy's eyes. It was a blank stare, it wasn't human. The cop moaned and lunged at the boy. A rush of adrenalin took over and the boy jumped to the left into a set of desks. He scrambled towards the gun. He grabbed it just as the cop turned towards him. "What are you doing!? What the hell is going on here?" The cop didn't answer he just lunged for the boy. BAM. A single shot to the head ended it. The cop fell, his body crumpling under the weight of itself. Breathing heavily the boy felt a rush of emotion hit him. This all was hell; he could remember the virus, what it did to people. A name suddenly struck him. Code Name: Bull. Was that him? Bull? What is happening here? The gun was familiar, a 9mm Beretta. How did he know about this gun? It all seemed so familiar but yet, it was distant. The cannibal disease, the one that stole some many lives, had taken over the city of Raccoon. Bull was left in the middle of it all. This isn't how I plan to die; I'm getting out of here.