Raccoon City: No Man's land.
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the resident evil series, Capcom does. All I own is this story, Jack Brewer and Nathan Brewer. I am following the RE1 plot from the original game and the book by S.D. Perry not the remake.
Imagine a city, a thriving urban sprawl. At the same time it is also a very respectable town, a nice place to raise a family; The real life example of the American dream on September 25th. Now fast forward 3 days late, September 28th The same city, the real life example of the American dream is in ruins. Fires rage all around the city, broken glass and debris clutter the streets along with empty Brass bullet casings. And all through the air you hear and smell death itself. The hungry moans of the undead amble awkwardly toward you, they sniff you down like a dog. Your only friend in a place like this is Mr. 9mm, or Mr. 12 gauge, or Mr. Machine Gun. This city, once the American Dream, is now Raccoon City; No Man's land.
September 26th, 1998- 6:50 P.M.
Bar Jack's, Downtown Raccoon City
My story begins in bar jacks, a small friendly tavern smack dab in downtown Raccoon City. It was the end of my shift at the Raccoon City police department, as Detective Ryan Brewer, homicide investigations. Now I was off duty, and to the world known only as Ryan Brewer. I had a brother in S.W.A.T, Lieutenant Nathan Brewer. It was strange seeing as to why Raccoon City had a S.W.A.T team to begin with. No major incidents ever really happened here, well there was that hostage situation at the hospital back in June; but that was taken care of by the S.T.A.R.S alpha team. I guess having a S.W.A.T. team was some mandatory regulation or something, I think though it was on special request by Umbrella or something. I'm not quite sure because it's not my field. I myself deal in straight up homicides.
Like last summer, that was pretty crazy ass shit. Gruesome homicides started popping up in the Arklay Mountains in early June late may. Hikers were found dead, gnawed on in fact. The coroner determined cannibalism, and then that's when the S.T.A.R.S came. They had two teams, Alpha and Bravo. They were tough hot shot shit, nothing compared to S.W.A.T. Basically comprised of Ex-Marines, delta force and whatever bad ass spec-ops team you could think of. There was this rumor that this one person on Alpha team, Jill Valentine is the daughter of Dick Valentine. He's a notorious criminal and escape artist, who now resides in San Quentin penitentiary. They say he taught her everything he knows about picking locks, and is the reason why her team refers to her as the proverbial " Master of Un-locking."
Anyway back in late July I believe. Bravo team, the lesser half of the S.T.A.R.S Raccoon branch went up into the Arklay Mountains to investigate an area where the cannibals were traced. Reports say they were a group of about 10-15 people, who traveled in packs, while other reports say they were a pack of feral German Shepherds that traveled in packs of unknown numbers. Bravo's helicopter went down thanks to some engine trouble, and Alpha team was called in. They found Bravo's helicopter downed in a field, along with all their equipment; which was highly strange. Alpha teams report say they were soon attacked by a pack of wild dogs, which attacked and killed Joseph Frost, Alpha team's vehicle specialist. The rest of the team, Capt. Albert Wesker, Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield and Barry Burton; were left stranded by their fleeing helicopter pilot Brad " Chicken Heart" Vickers. Outnumbered by the dogs, Alpha team sought refuge in the Spencer estate. An old abandoned mansion in the middle of the mountains.
However the mansion wasn't abandoned. From Alpha teams report, it says they found strange and horrifying creatures inside the estate, ranging from Zombies to large spiders. Along with that, the bodies of Bravo team members Forrest Speyer who was pecked to death by crows, Kenneth Sullivan who was killed by a "zombie" as Jill valentine had described it, and Richard Aiken who was bitten by a large snake and died form extreme poisoning. Chris Redfield found Rebecca Chambers, Bravo team's rookie medic, hiding in a storage room. In tunnels below the estate, Barry Burton and Jill Valentine found Enrico Marini, who was seriously wounded. He tried to warn them of a traitor amongst them, but was then killed by and unknown shooter.
The report details about a secret laboratory below the estate, owned by Umbrella. There the remaining S.T.A.R.S found out Umbrella Pharmaceuticals, a major financier of Raccoon City, was creating Bio Organic weapons for sale to the highest bidder. The thing that had created the creatures and zombies roaming the estate was called the Tyrant Virus- or T-Virus for short, and was also created by Umbrella. They also learned that Albert Wesker, Alpha team's captain had lured them to the estate for battle data purposes, and that he was secretly working for Umbrella. He then introduced them to the Tyrant, an foot tall humanoid B.O.W. Of course Barry and Jill defeated the beast, but not before it Impaled and killed Capt. Wesker. A self-destruct sequence activated in the labs and the remaining S.T.A.R.S hurried to the heliport to meet up with their ride out of their- Brad Vickers. Again on the heliport they ran into the Tyrant, but it was defeated once more by Jill Valentine, aided by the help of a rocket launcher from Brad. Just as the survivors lifted off and flew away, the Spencer estate and the labs blew up. Only 4 survived that night; Barry, Chris, Jill and Rebecca if you don't include Brad.
Chief Irons totally dismissed the case though, and he put all five of them on suspension. Chambers went to Maine, Burton and Redfield went to Europe to track down Umbrella and Vickers and Valentine stayed in Raccoon for the mean time. Everyone, who heard the story thought it was bullshit, I did too. But then Homicides started popping up more and more and closer and closer to the city…
So anyway my story starts in Bar Jacks, on September 26th 1998. I pulled my battered Sedan up to the curb in across the street from the bar, and got out. The sun was starting to set in the sky, bathing the city in twilight. I was dressed in my usual; White dress shirt over a white under shirt, Black tie, Black pants, Black shoes and a black leather jacket. Below my jacket I carried my piece; a black Berretta M92FS 9mm in a leather shoulder holster. Usually when you're off duty you don't carry your gun around with you unless it's an off-duty pistol. But at Bar Jacks, Ted the owner has paranoia about being robbed so he gives a 50% discount to cops who carried in his bar.
I walked briskly across the street and down the short set of steps that led into Bar Jacks, and opened the door and walked inside. Business looked slow tonight. There was maybe one customer at the counter sitting next to the register, another guy was arguing with his girlfriend on the pay phone. Ted stood behind the counter wiping out a glass. He was stocky and clean-shaven. His head was shaved bald. I sat at the opposite end of the counter and noticed the Tv was turned to the local news, which currently was predicting rain in the next couple days. Ted took notice of me and walked over.
" Hey Brewer!" He said cheerfully. " What will it be?"
" Sam Adams." I muttered. In a bottle."
" Coming right up." He replied and reached below the counter. He returned a second later, with a bottle of Sam Adams in one hand and a bottle opener in the other. He popper the cap of the bottle, which it fell on the counter with a clink, and placed it in front of me.
" Thanks, put it on my tab Ted." I replied.
He nodded and turned away. I ran my fingers through my short Dark brown hair and took a sip of my beer, when all of a sudden the tv caught my attention, in fact it had caught everyone's attention:
" This just in. We seem to have live footage from Cole Street where as of right now a cannibal murder has just happened, and still is happening. This footage is extremely graphic and not for the weak of heart and only for mature viewers only. Viewer discretion is advised."
The scene changed from the news studio to Cole street, where a small crowd was gathering at a police barricade where a couple of uniforms stood with their weapons drawn on a figure hunched over a body lying on the ground. The reporter Brendan Hunt a stout balding man with horn-rimmed glasses stood in front of the camera holding a microphone. The word LIVE was planted in the top right corner of the screen. Hunt finally spoke.
" This is Brendan Hunt Raccoon News live on the scene here at Cole St. It appears that about 15 minutes ago a pedestrian crossing the street was attacked and killed by what appears to be on of the cannibals from the Arklay murders. And right now literally the cannibal is still eating away at the poor woman who is most likely dead.
" Listen I'm telling you I didn't sleep with her!" The man on the phone was pleading with his girlfriend.
" Hey shut the hell up I'm trying to watch this!" Yelled the old man sitting next to the register.
The guy on the phone did.
The camera zoomed in past the barricade where I could make out the person lying on the ground but not the cannibal. She had shoulder length brown hair and was wearing a white blouse that was soaked with her own blood which poured out from a wound in her stomach. Just then the camera shook around a bit.
" Hey get the hell out of here!" Came a gruff voice as a hand blacked out the camera's lens.
" Oh My god its getting up!" Someone screamed. I couldn't see what was going on. All of a sudden 9mm gunshots filled the air, and someone screamed. The lens stopped being blacked out and I could see what was happening. The cannibal now had his grips on one of the officers, with the other 3 still aiming their sidearm at it.
And that's when I saw it.
The cannibal was actually a zombie. His skin was a rotten and ashy mix, chunks of it missing from its body. Its fingers were bony as it clutched on to the struggling officer's shoulders. Its hair was matted with dirt and it's clothes, which consisted of a black T-shirt, and blue jeans were tattered and torn. Its eyes were horrifying, they were black rimmed, white milky and soulless. The officer let out a scream as the creatures opened jaw fought to take a chunk out of him. The other officers fired on the zombie, the 9mm hollow points tearing into the abomination's back spewing blood everywhere. The creature let go of the rookie and staggered back, moaning. He turned to the other officer's who still had their weapons trained on him, and it lurched towards them.
" Take him down!" One officer screamed. They all fired on him, the rounds tearing into the zombie with a sickening smack. The creature finally fell on its back, dead. The rookie clutched at his shoulder, which it looked like the cannibal had taken a good chunk out of. The same hand blacked out the lens and the transmission ended. The scene was now back in the news studio.
We have been receiving reports now that more cannibal attacks have been popping up all over the city." The anchorman reported. " The police advise all civilians to lock themselves in their house and stay indoors until the police have taken care of the matter. We will now go to our regularly scheduled programming, and report back with more information as we receive it."
And with that the news report ended. Everyone in the bar including myself was staring wide-eyed at the Tv in shock. I shook myself out of my daze and snapped at the old man and the guy on the phone;
" You heard the news! Go home!"
The guy on the phone hung up the receiver and the old man got up from his seat, they both hurried out the front door.
" Why the hell are you chasing my customers out Brewer?" Ted asked me, in shock.
" Ted you have a gun?" I asked him.
" Yeah." He replied holding up a Nickel-plated Colt .45 and one matching clip, which he pulled out form under the counter. " What's this all about?"
" Listen I have to go back to the precinct." I said getting up. " Load your gun and lock the doors."
" Yeah. Okay." He nodded.
" What about your wife and kids?" I asked. " Are they at home?"
" No Shelly and the kids are in Lantham visiting Shelly's mom." He muttered.
" Okay listen, If you can get your ass home. You live close by right?"
" Yeah just around the block."
" Okay stay here." I commanded heading out the door.
" What is this all about?" He yelled after me.
" The cannibals obviously, just stay inside." I shouted back closing the door behind me. A second later I heard it lock. I strode across the street up to my battered sedan and unlocked the door when I got a call on my cell phone. I sighed and pulled it out of the pocket of my leather jacket, flipping it open.
" Hello?" I breathed.
" Brewer this is Warner." Came the voice of my partner Frank Warner. " Chief wants you back in the precinct, there's been some cannibal attacks-."
" Yeah I know." I said cutting him off. " I watched the Cole street thing on the news. I was just coming over there anyway."
" Okay. I'll meet you in the parking lot in 15 minutes then?" He asked.
" Sure." I replied. I flipped the cell phone shut and got into the car. I turned the key in the ignition and took off.
This is only the beginning. I thought to myself.
TO BE CONTINUED