My own Resident Evil story.
3. – A new menace.
Casey and I kept our way to Ken Pratt Boulevard after we found my mom death... Killed by those creatures. Our next stop was the weapons store in Southmoore plaza. Hopefully we would find another weapon with heavier firepower.
No zombies or monsters showed up on our way, but what we would find... What would be delivered to us would be even more dangerous than we ever expected.
We got to Southmoore plaza. The stores in the area were destroyed and heavily damaged. There were bodies everywhere; bodies of people who tried to get out. Blood covered some bodies. "Aldo! Look!" Casey called me pointing at one of the bodies. "What is it?" I asked. We took a look at the body. It was definitively killed by one of the monsters. But the way he was killed brought ideas of what kinds of creeps would be hanging around. His rib cage was torn apart and the guts were basically removed in a very violent way. Some rests of his guts were splattered on the ground. The smell of the body was not very pleasant. The only thing left of him was his empty chest and his squashed head covered in a sea of blood.
Casey kept staring at the body. I grabbed her shoulder telling her to keep going. We turned slowly and headed to the weapons shop a few locals away.
We got to the weapons store. The crystal door was smashed with some bloodstains. The ones inside tried to get out fast trying to escape from the monsters apparently. We stood at the stands. Almost every gun was useless due to the blood on them. They were unusable. I went over the counter and searched inside of the drawers as Casey looked on the stands for a usable weapon. I was lucky. There was one unopened handgun bullet box inside. I pulled the empty clips out of my pockets filling them with the bullets. One per one, the clips filled. "Look at this..." Casey brought a Remington shotgun. It was brand new, no shells loaded and still shining black. "Good one. More firepower for us." We were lucky that the shotgun still worked. We just had to find shells. I kept looking in the drawers. I found a shells box with fourteen shells inside. "Give me the shotgun" Casey passed the shotgun to me as I grabbed the shells and slid them in the hollow tube of the Remington. Seven fit in making it able to use. I decided to keep the Remington due to my grip. But Casey still needed a weapon. After taking a deep breath, I took the handgun handing it to her. "Here, take it." She looked at me. "But what if you run out of shells?" I kept a smile. "I'll be Okay without this. You need this most than me." Casey changed her mind taking the handgun and the clips I got ready. "Thanks." I slip the rest of the shells inside of my pockets as Casey slip the clips in her pockets too. We headed out of the store planning our next move.
We were out in the parking lot. But Casey pointing at something at the sky broke the silence. "Look!" I turned to the sky. It was a helicopter coming by. The strangest thing was that it was carrying a strange load of red capsules. "Maybe we can call it to get out of here!" Casey got the idea. "Well, sounds good to me." We were screaming waving our arms on a visible spot of the parking lot. The helicopter changed direction into us. It lowered its altitude turning the spotlight on enlightening us. I was able to recognize the logo of the helicopter, one of the world's top companies in medic supplies and computer technologies. "... Umbrella? What's an Umbrella helicopter doing here?" "Does it matter? We're getting out of here!" "I have a strange feeling about this..."
The helicopter turned the spotlight off. When we thought it was about to land, it got one of the capsules fall to the ground. "A capsule?" Casey wondered. But the red capsule shattered in midair revealing a shadow that landed creating a small earthquake. The shadow leaned down a little, and then is stood straight. It was come kind of big broad looking man. He was wearing a dark green coat, he was bald and his fists of the size of a human head were covered in dark black gloves. The creepiest part of it was its eyes. They were white from eyeballs to irises. We froze due to the radiance of violence he radiated from his big body and big curled fists. My instincts reacted flowing a rush of adrenaline as I told Casey to run. "Casey! We gotta get out of here!" Casey's body was frozen. She didn't move an inch with the terror face she had. I grabbed her forearm pulling her. She reacted running away with me. "What's that thing?!?" "I don't know, but we have to get out of here!"
As we ran, we heard the heavy steps of the man. We kept running in one of the alleys of the plaza to the back street, but squashed cars blocked any way out. There was no way out.
We turned trying to return the parking lot, but the man was in front of us. We were trapped between the man and the cars. He lowered his knees exposing his tough looking shoulder ready to charge against us. As he started running, I told Casey to dodge the incoming blast. We made a dodge roll in opposite directions. The man crashed against the cars and got stuck for a few seconds on them. Thinking about what to do fast, I looked at one of the gasoline tanks of one of the cars. It was still full. Then I asked Casey for the handgun. "Casey! Gimme your handgun!" Casey handed me her handgun as I took aim to the gas tank. I fired two times causing a big explosion that would kill the man. Even an elephant wouldn't survive the blast.
After the engulfing explosion faded, I took a closer step to the thing that tried to kill us. It looked like a man, but didn't act like one. His face was fixed with its eyes still open. I thought about any possible names for this monster. Like Zombie or Zombie dog. Any possible names were, The Frankenstein monster, The Terminator, Dr. Evil, Mr. X. "Mr. X..." I nodded. "I think that's the right name for now..." Casey nodded with me. Thousands of questions wandered in my head about this thing. Why it would try to kill us? Is it just us? Any other survivors? And why was an Umbrella corp. helicopter carrying this thing? If it was the content of the capsules, then there must be more of them in those capsules.
"You okay Casey?" "Yes. I'm fine." I turned to the parking lot explaining what to do. "We need to get out of here before..." Casey's scream interrupted me as I turned to the man's big hand. "Oh shit!" Its finger was twitching. It meant that he was still alive. "We need to get out of here! Now!" We rushed to the parking lot. As it got up again taking slow steps, it tried to get us. "Is there something that we can get away fast?!?" Casey asked as we ran. I looked around, and there was an unscratched car. "There! To the car!" We ran wishing for the keys to be in there. Our prayers were answered. The keys were in the engine but the doors were locked. "What now?!?" There was only one choice. I lifted the Remington as I told Casey to stand back of the car. I pulled the trigger and a rush of sparks came out of the hole of the Remington shattering the crystal into shards. I opened the door unlocking the co-pilot's door. "Do you know how to drive?!?" Casey asked me with a rushed tone. "I think I can get us away from it! I hope so..."
I turned the key starting the engine. It went smoothly as I switched the gear to reverse. As the car went backwards, Mr. X sped up rushing to the car. "Hang on Casey!" I made a sharp turn changing the gear from Reverse to drive. I pushed the accelerator deep and the car sped. Mr. X was still following us. I turned to Casey asking her. "Can you drive?" "Just a little, I know how to, but..." "That's enough. Drive!" She took the steer wheel as I got grip on the window. I aimed the Remington to Mr. X and fired to the chest. Pumping another shell, I aimed my shot to the upper chest near the neck hoping to knock him down. The shot knocked him down. He was rolling on the asphalt. The car got away from Mr. X enough to lose him. The body on the asphalt got away until he disappeared in the shadows.
I took control of the car as my heart was recovering its normal beat. "Is it dead?" Casey asked me in a concerned way. "Maybe... But I feel that it is still alive...." "What's our next plan?" I turned to the road looking at the straight parkway. "Well, we're gonna go get Brandon." Casey turned to me. "But what if he's already... Gone..." I kept a smile in my face. "He's stronger than you expect. I know that he's still alive, but... Looks like that there are even nastier things in town. And this is only the beginning." I kept my sight on the road as I thought about the situation, and the possible culprits.
"......... Umbrella........."
3. – A new menace.
Casey and I kept our way to Ken Pratt Boulevard after we found my mom death... Killed by those creatures. Our next stop was the weapons store in Southmoore plaza. Hopefully we would find another weapon with heavier firepower.
No zombies or monsters showed up on our way, but what we would find... What would be delivered to us would be even more dangerous than we ever expected.
We got to Southmoore plaza. The stores in the area were destroyed and heavily damaged. There were bodies everywhere; bodies of people who tried to get out. Blood covered some bodies. "Aldo! Look!" Casey called me pointing at one of the bodies. "What is it?" I asked. We took a look at the body. It was definitively killed by one of the monsters. But the way he was killed brought ideas of what kinds of creeps would be hanging around. His rib cage was torn apart and the guts were basically removed in a very violent way. Some rests of his guts were splattered on the ground. The smell of the body was not very pleasant. The only thing left of him was his empty chest and his squashed head covered in a sea of blood.
Casey kept staring at the body. I grabbed her shoulder telling her to keep going. We turned slowly and headed to the weapons shop a few locals away.
We got to the weapons store. The crystal door was smashed with some bloodstains. The ones inside tried to get out fast trying to escape from the monsters apparently. We stood at the stands. Almost every gun was useless due to the blood on them. They were unusable. I went over the counter and searched inside of the drawers as Casey looked on the stands for a usable weapon. I was lucky. There was one unopened handgun bullet box inside. I pulled the empty clips out of my pockets filling them with the bullets. One per one, the clips filled. "Look at this..." Casey brought a Remington shotgun. It was brand new, no shells loaded and still shining black. "Good one. More firepower for us." We were lucky that the shotgun still worked. We just had to find shells. I kept looking in the drawers. I found a shells box with fourteen shells inside. "Give me the shotgun" Casey passed the shotgun to me as I grabbed the shells and slid them in the hollow tube of the Remington. Seven fit in making it able to use. I decided to keep the Remington due to my grip. But Casey still needed a weapon. After taking a deep breath, I took the handgun handing it to her. "Here, take it." She looked at me. "But what if you run out of shells?" I kept a smile. "I'll be Okay without this. You need this most than me." Casey changed her mind taking the handgun and the clips I got ready. "Thanks." I slip the rest of the shells inside of my pockets as Casey slip the clips in her pockets too. We headed out of the store planning our next move.
We were out in the parking lot. But Casey pointing at something at the sky broke the silence. "Look!" I turned to the sky. It was a helicopter coming by. The strangest thing was that it was carrying a strange load of red capsules. "Maybe we can call it to get out of here!" Casey got the idea. "Well, sounds good to me." We were screaming waving our arms on a visible spot of the parking lot. The helicopter changed direction into us. It lowered its altitude turning the spotlight on enlightening us. I was able to recognize the logo of the helicopter, one of the world's top companies in medic supplies and computer technologies. "... Umbrella? What's an Umbrella helicopter doing here?" "Does it matter? We're getting out of here!" "I have a strange feeling about this..."
The helicopter turned the spotlight off. When we thought it was about to land, it got one of the capsules fall to the ground. "A capsule?" Casey wondered. But the red capsule shattered in midair revealing a shadow that landed creating a small earthquake. The shadow leaned down a little, and then is stood straight. It was come kind of big broad looking man. He was wearing a dark green coat, he was bald and his fists of the size of a human head were covered in dark black gloves. The creepiest part of it was its eyes. They were white from eyeballs to irises. We froze due to the radiance of violence he radiated from his big body and big curled fists. My instincts reacted flowing a rush of adrenaline as I told Casey to run. "Casey! We gotta get out of here!" Casey's body was frozen. She didn't move an inch with the terror face she had. I grabbed her forearm pulling her. She reacted running away with me. "What's that thing?!?" "I don't know, but we have to get out of here!"
As we ran, we heard the heavy steps of the man. We kept running in one of the alleys of the plaza to the back street, but squashed cars blocked any way out. There was no way out.
We turned trying to return the parking lot, but the man was in front of us. We were trapped between the man and the cars. He lowered his knees exposing his tough looking shoulder ready to charge against us. As he started running, I told Casey to dodge the incoming blast. We made a dodge roll in opposite directions. The man crashed against the cars and got stuck for a few seconds on them. Thinking about what to do fast, I looked at one of the gasoline tanks of one of the cars. It was still full. Then I asked Casey for the handgun. "Casey! Gimme your handgun!" Casey handed me her handgun as I took aim to the gas tank. I fired two times causing a big explosion that would kill the man. Even an elephant wouldn't survive the blast.
After the engulfing explosion faded, I took a closer step to the thing that tried to kill us. It looked like a man, but didn't act like one. His face was fixed with its eyes still open. I thought about any possible names for this monster. Like Zombie or Zombie dog. Any possible names were, The Frankenstein monster, The Terminator, Dr. Evil, Mr. X. "Mr. X..." I nodded. "I think that's the right name for now..." Casey nodded with me. Thousands of questions wandered in my head about this thing. Why it would try to kill us? Is it just us? Any other survivors? And why was an Umbrella corp. helicopter carrying this thing? If it was the content of the capsules, then there must be more of them in those capsules.
"You okay Casey?" "Yes. I'm fine." I turned to the parking lot explaining what to do. "We need to get out of here before..." Casey's scream interrupted me as I turned to the man's big hand. "Oh shit!" Its finger was twitching. It meant that he was still alive. "We need to get out of here! Now!" We rushed to the parking lot. As it got up again taking slow steps, it tried to get us. "Is there something that we can get away fast?!?" Casey asked as we ran. I looked around, and there was an unscratched car. "There! To the car!" We ran wishing for the keys to be in there. Our prayers were answered. The keys were in the engine but the doors were locked. "What now?!?" There was only one choice. I lifted the Remington as I told Casey to stand back of the car. I pulled the trigger and a rush of sparks came out of the hole of the Remington shattering the crystal into shards. I opened the door unlocking the co-pilot's door. "Do you know how to drive?!?" Casey asked me with a rushed tone. "I think I can get us away from it! I hope so..."
I turned the key starting the engine. It went smoothly as I switched the gear to reverse. As the car went backwards, Mr. X sped up rushing to the car. "Hang on Casey!" I made a sharp turn changing the gear from Reverse to drive. I pushed the accelerator deep and the car sped. Mr. X was still following us. I turned to Casey asking her. "Can you drive?" "Just a little, I know how to, but..." "That's enough. Drive!" She took the steer wheel as I got grip on the window. I aimed the Remington to Mr. X and fired to the chest. Pumping another shell, I aimed my shot to the upper chest near the neck hoping to knock him down. The shot knocked him down. He was rolling on the asphalt. The car got away from Mr. X enough to lose him. The body on the asphalt got away until he disappeared in the shadows.
I took control of the car as my heart was recovering its normal beat. "Is it dead?" Casey asked me in a concerned way. "Maybe... But I feel that it is still alive...." "What's our next plan?" I turned to the road looking at the straight parkway. "Well, we're gonna go get Brandon." Casey turned to me. "But what if he's already... Gone..." I kept a smile in my face. "He's stronger than you expect. I know that he's still alive, but... Looks like that there are even nastier things in town. And this is only the beginning." I kept my sight on the road as I thought about the situation, and the possible culprits.
"......... Umbrella........."