Chapter 2 – troy resident evil: code blue
Troy Halden moved hastily through the alleyway, his gun fully loaded. He had dropped his machine gun a while back when he had run out of ammo for it. He had been chased by several different creatures after his team had gotten separated from one another, and he had been blowing off zombie heads since. Now he was down to his .45, a powerful gun, but it was still quite a task to save ammo for it when zombies, Lickers, and Hunters were on his trail. He had been nicked in the leg slightly, which had created a scent trail for the beasts to follow. However, Troy was rather lean for a soldier of his caliber and was a fast runner with the best endurance of the team. On that same note, Troy had been in this kind of situation once before, but that was it.
It was about two years ago. A small radioactive leak was reported on the news and the military had gone in to contain the situation. However, upon further investigation, the AUC had discovered that Umbrella had been deeply rooted in the town where the leak had occurred. After sending in Troy's team and Beta Team to investigate the situation and bring back any possible proof that connected the situation to Umbrella. It turned out to be exactly like Raccoon City, except that these men were trained to deal with every possible creature and scenario that could occur. They all survived, but with little evidence of any of Umbrella's involvement. All they found were the scraps left behind by Umbrella when they had cleared out of the town. After that, Troy knew that what he was doing was very real. He trained harder and became better.
Troy never imagined a situation like the one he was in though. There were so many factors working against him, and he felt overwhelmed by it all. The size of the island, the disasters, trying to take down Umbrella, and their horrible weapons that they had unleashed. They were all circumstances which kept pounding one message into Troy's head over and over and over again: You're never going to make it out of here alive. Troy refused to believe that, and like many things, it was the hope of seeing another sunrise that kept him running.
As he ran down the alleyway, nearing a corner by a restaurant, he was jumped by a pack of zombies as they slammed through a fence to get to him. They toppled him and he fell to the ground. He began unloading bullets into the zombies, getting zombie goo all over his face. He jumped up through all of the zombies, knocking them all back. He gave one last blast to the zombies as they lay on the ground, furthering splattering the zombie's blood and gore on himself. He then dashed off around the corner to the front of the restaurant. He nearly ripped the door open and dashed inside. It was the first door that he had found that wasn't locked or in such poor condition that there was no way he could enter. However, this restaurant was finally open, and Troy ran in.
He found several pieces of furniture to block the door and then sat down in an empty seat to take a deep breath. He sat back and closed his eyes briefly.
"Damn son of a bitches." He said to himself, giving the table in front of him a small slam with his fist.
He looked to his gun and replaced the missing ammunition. He then looked around the restaurant, which was a colorful Italian place decorated with the traditional red and white checkered table cloths, deep red carpeting, and deep red lamps over the booths. The place probably looked nice when it was all neat and ready for customers, but at the moment, the earthquake had turned it into a dump. After resting for some time, Troy got up and walked around some. He looked around the dining area, but he didn't find anything that interested him. So, he walked into the kitchen next. As he entered the kitchen, he could hear a noise, like something was moving around in the kitchen. He walked slowly around the main oven, which was right in the middle of the kitchen.
As he came around to the other side, he was met with the barrel of a machine gun. Behind the trigger was one of his teammates, Maria DaBello. Maria was petite, but her looks could be deceiving. Behind the big brown eyes and long, dark black hair was an attitude that was as big as she was tall, and she was five foot eleven. After realizing who it was, she stood up. She lowered the shotgun and looked at him with a look of exhaustion.
"'Bout damned time someone found me. Good to see you though." She said both equally cheerful and tired.
"Well, it's good to know you're alive and well. Still the same old Maria." Troy said, laughing a bit as he did. "How long have you been here?"
"Since we got split up. I was attacked by one of those 'lickers' and I managed to kill it, but that attracted several 'hunters'. I ran in here to try and get away. They followed me in so I came into the kitchen and used it as an outpost. Killed one, but the others ran off somewhere. They might have caught scent of someone else more vulnerable."
"Yeah, it really is a living hell out there right now. Not to mention that the quakes are still going on and the fire is spreading."
"Well, at least your alive Captain. So, what's the plan now that you're back with us?"
"Well, to be completely honest, whatever plan we had kinda died when we all got separated. However, probably the best decision right now is to try and find the others. There has to more of them alive out there. If there is, then our original mission isn't over."
Maria looked to him with disdain.
"You're kidding me right? You think that we can continue the mission under these circumstances? I don't know about you, but I just wanna get the hell out of here. I wasn't trained for this kind of shit."
"Neither was I, but that doesn't mean abandoning the mission. We keep trying. If whatever is happening on this island is a result of Umbrella's doing, then we have no choice. For now though, let's just worry about finding the others. I think it's imperative that we do so. Now, we all got separated just inside of the Northern Coast."
Troy pulled out a map and a pen and began to plot points on it.
"We're both here, just within a few miles of our landing spot. If everyone went in separate directions, which means that they are all probably strewn about the different sections of the city. We'll have to search the entire island. That way, we can look for some clues as to what in the hell is going on."
"I still think we should just call for pick up, but that's why you're the Captain I guess. Alright then, I'm with ya."
Troy smiled a bit then looked to the back door of the kitchen.
"Going back through the front would be suicide I think. We'll have to find a new way out. Did you check the kitchen entrance?"
"Yeah. It was crawling with zombies too. But, now that there're the two of us, we might stand a chance. We'll just have to be careful."
"Of course. Ok, we'll go out the back way. We'll start heading south. We'll make a half circle heading towards the coast. We should be able to find something or someone. Even if we don't necessarily find any of our own troops, we should be able to find some survivors."
"I hope your right. I was beginning to think for a while that this was the end of us."
Troy smiled a bit.
"Oh come on, you know me better than that. If anyone can survive, it's me."
They both laughed a bit, and then Troy slowly opened the back door to the kitchen. He had his gun drawn and aimed it through the small crack in the door before opening it and stepping out. Maria covered him with the shotgun and stepped out as Troy held the door open for her. Once she was out, he shut the door and they were now in a back alley. To one side was the entrance to a small mall and to the other side was a street. Flames could be seen out in the street, but the mall was dark and appeared to be locked. The two headed for the street first. A few zombies tried to attack them, but they were easily dispatched of.
Once they stepped out onto the street, they could feel the heat of the flames all around them. Troy covered his face with his hand to try and get the heat away. He looked down either side of the street and saw that one side was blocked by a fire truck that had turned over and exploded. The other side was open, but the flames were slowly closing in, setting whatever they could on fire. Troy gestured Maria to follow him and he started heading down the open street. They slowly walked, keeping an eye on the spreading flames. They got about halfway down the street when they saw a large pile of papers from a news stand float towards a telephone pole.
The papers, still on fire, wrapped around the telephone pole, which was in their path. The pole, which had already been weakened by the searing heat, as well as the other poles still standing, immediately crumbled where the papers landed. It fell towards the ground and the other telephone poles followed. Troy and Maria stopped and turned around and watched as the poles came down. They looked at each other next and then ran for it. They could see the poles catching up to them as they fell, but there was no place to turn off so they continued to run forward. Eventually the poles caught up to them. They came to a halt as one of the telephone poles fell down in front of them, still on fire. They looked around and could see that they were trapped between two flaming poles and the walls of two buildings. The only thing they could find that would give them a possible opening was a small window that led into an office building next to them.
Troy made a quick decision and ran to the building. He hit the window with the handle of his gun, breaking it. He sized the window up, and determined he wouldn't be able to fit through it, but there was someone else who could. He had Maria crawl through it, and he gave her his pistol as she did so, disappearing into the building. Troy waited, watching as the flames and smoke rose into the sky. After a small amount of time, there were a couple gunshots and then a door near Troy opened. He walked in and the two looked to each other.
"Alright, let's find a way out of here. Be careful though. This building may be damaged and fall apart any minute." Troy warned.
As it was near pitch black, they both pulled out flashlights and turned them on. They wandered around a bit, and saw that the place was trashed. As they investigated they found two corpses, but these weren't like the typical zombie corpses they had been seeing. These corpses appeared to have their skin torn from the actual body. There was some gooey looking matter on the body still. It was as if whatever had done this to the body was trying to preserve everything under the skin. Also missing from the body were the bodies facial features. There was no tongue, no eyes, and no nose. The final bizarre element of the situation was that the blood from the bodies had been drained somewhat. It wasn't like natural blood loss. It looked as though they had actually been punctured and drained of the blood.
Troy winced a bit at the thought of what could have done this. It was nothing he had heard of before, and these kinds of behavioral types of things were not listed in the directory for Umbrellas creatures. Troy continued to look for a way out. Then he heard Maria from one of the back rooms. He walked in and she showed him to a door in the room that led to a small alleyway that was enclosed by fencing. The only thing that they could use was a sewer. They began to open the door, when Troy looked to his shoulder to see some sort of liquid dripping on his shirt. As he looked up and saw a shadowy figure moving on the ceiling. He slowly turned his flashlight up to the ceiling to reveal the figure that was right above him....
Troy Halden moved hastily through the alleyway, his gun fully loaded. He had dropped his machine gun a while back when he had run out of ammo for it. He had been chased by several different creatures after his team had gotten separated from one another, and he had been blowing off zombie heads since. Now he was down to his .45, a powerful gun, but it was still quite a task to save ammo for it when zombies, Lickers, and Hunters were on his trail. He had been nicked in the leg slightly, which had created a scent trail for the beasts to follow. However, Troy was rather lean for a soldier of his caliber and was a fast runner with the best endurance of the team. On that same note, Troy had been in this kind of situation once before, but that was it.
It was about two years ago. A small radioactive leak was reported on the news and the military had gone in to contain the situation. However, upon further investigation, the AUC had discovered that Umbrella had been deeply rooted in the town where the leak had occurred. After sending in Troy's team and Beta Team to investigate the situation and bring back any possible proof that connected the situation to Umbrella. It turned out to be exactly like Raccoon City, except that these men were trained to deal with every possible creature and scenario that could occur. They all survived, but with little evidence of any of Umbrella's involvement. All they found were the scraps left behind by Umbrella when they had cleared out of the town. After that, Troy knew that what he was doing was very real. He trained harder and became better.
Troy never imagined a situation like the one he was in though. There were so many factors working against him, and he felt overwhelmed by it all. The size of the island, the disasters, trying to take down Umbrella, and their horrible weapons that they had unleashed. They were all circumstances which kept pounding one message into Troy's head over and over and over again: You're never going to make it out of here alive. Troy refused to believe that, and like many things, it was the hope of seeing another sunrise that kept him running.
As he ran down the alleyway, nearing a corner by a restaurant, he was jumped by a pack of zombies as they slammed through a fence to get to him. They toppled him and he fell to the ground. He began unloading bullets into the zombies, getting zombie goo all over his face. He jumped up through all of the zombies, knocking them all back. He gave one last blast to the zombies as they lay on the ground, furthering splattering the zombie's blood and gore on himself. He then dashed off around the corner to the front of the restaurant. He nearly ripped the door open and dashed inside. It was the first door that he had found that wasn't locked or in such poor condition that there was no way he could enter. However, this restaurant was finally open, and Troy ran in.
He found several pieces of furniture to block the door and then sat down in an empty seat to take a deep breath. He sat back and closed his eyes briefly.
"Damn son of a bitches." He said to himself, giving the table in front of him a small slam with his fist.
He looked to his gun and replaced the missing ammunition. He then looked around the restaurant, which was a colorful Italian place decorated with the traditional red and white checkered table cloths, deep red carpeting, and deep red lamps over the booths. The place probably looked nice when it was all neat and ready for customers, but at the moment, the earthquake had turned it into a dump. After resting for some time, Troy got up and walked around some. He looked around the dining area, but he didn't find anything that interested him. So, he walked into the kitchen next. As he entered the kitchen, he could hear a noise, like something was moving around in the kitchen. He walked slowly around the main oven, which was right in the middle of the kitchen.
As he came around to the other side, he was met with the barrel of a machine gun. Behind the trigger was one of his teammates, Maria DaBello. Maria was petite, but her looks could be deceiving. Behind the big brown eyes and long, dark black hair was an attitude that was as big as she was tall, and she was five foot eleven. After realizing who it was, she stood up. She lowered the shotgun and looked at him with a look of exhaustion.
"'Bout damned time someone found me. Good to see you though." She said both equally cheerful and tired.
"Well, it's good to know you're alive and well. Still the same old Maria." Troy said, laughing a bit as he did. "How long have you been here?"
"Since we got split up. I was attacked by one of those 'lickers' and I managed to kill it, but that attracted several 'hunters'. I ran in here to try and get away. They followed me in so I came into the kitchen and used it as an outpost. Killed one, but the others ran off somewhere. They might have caught scent of someone else more vulnerable."
"Yeah, it really is a living hell out there right now. Not to mention that the quakes are still going on and the fire is spreading."
"Well, at least your alive Captain. So, what's the plan now that you're back with us?"
"Well, to be completely honest, whatever plan we had kinda died when we all got separated. However, probably the best decision right now is to try and find the others. There has to more of them alive out there. If there is, then our original mission isn't over."
Maria looked to him with disdain.
"You're kidding me right? You think that we can continue the mission under these circumstances? I don't know about you, but I just wanna get the hell out of here. I wasn't trained for this kind of shit."
"Neither was I, but that doesn't mean abandoning the mission. We keep trying. If whatever is happening on this island is a result of Umbrella's doing, then we have no choice. For now though, let's just worry about finding the others. I think it's imperative that we do so. Now, we all got separated just inside of the Northern Coast."
Troy pulled out a map and a pen and began to plot points on it.
"We're both here, just within a few miles of our landing spot. If everyone went in separate directions, which means that they are all probably strewn about the different sections of the city. We'll have to search the entire island. That way, we can look for some clues as to what in the hell is going on."
"I still think we should just call for pick up, but that's why you're the Captain I guess. Alright then, I'm with ya."
Troy smiled a bit then looked to the back door of the kitchen.
"Going back through the front would be suicide I think. We'll have to find a new way out. Did you check the kitchen entrance?"
"Yeah. It was crawling with zombies too. But, now that there're the two of us, we might stand a chance. We'll just have to be careful."
"Of course. Ok, we'll go out the back way. We'll start heading south. We'll make a half circle heading towards the coast. We should be able to find something or someone. Even if we don't necessarily find any of our own troops, we should be able to find some survivors."
"I hope your right. I was beginning to think for a while that this was the end of us."
Troy smiled a bit.
"Oh come on, you know me better than that. If anyone can survive, it's me."
They both laughed a bit, and then Troy slowly opened the back door to the kitchen. He had his gun drawn and aimed it through the small crack in the door before opening it and stepping out. Maria covered him with the shotgun and stepped out as Troy held the door open for her. Once she was out, he shut the door and they were now in a back alley. To one side was the entrance to a small mall and to the other side was a street. Flames could be seen out in the street, but the mall was dark and appeared to be locked. The two headed for the street first. A few zombies tried to attack them, but they were easily dispatched of.
Once they stepped out onto the street, they could feel the heat of the flames all around them. Troy covered his face with his hand to try and get the heat away. He looked down either side of the street and saw that one side was blocked by a fire truck that had turned over and exploded. The other side was open, but the flames were slowly closing in, setting whatever they could on fire. Troy gestured Maria to follow him and he started heading down the open street. They slowly walked, keeping an eye on the spreading flames. They got about halfway down the street when they saw a large pile of papers from a news stand float towards a telephone pole.
The papers, still on fire, wrapped around the telephone pole, which was in their path. The pole, which had already been weakened by the searing heat, as well as the other poles still standing, immediately crumbled where the papers landed. It fell towards the ground and the other telephone poles followed. Troy and Maria stopped and turned around and watched as the poles came down. They looked at each other next and then ran for it. They could see the poles catching up to them as they fell, but there was no place to turn off so they continued to run forward. Eventually the poles caught up to them. They came to a halt as one of the telephone poles fell down in front of them, still on fire. They looked around and could see that they were trapped between two flaming poles and the walls of two buildings. The only thing they could find that would give them a possible opening was a small window that led into an office building next to them.
Troy made a quick decision and ran to the building. He hit the window with the handle of his gun, breaking it. He sized the window up, and determined he wouldn't be able to fit through it, but there was someone else who could. He had Maria crawl through it, and he gave her his pistol as she did so, disappearing into the building. Troy waited, watching as the flames and smoke rose into the sky. After a small amount of time, there were a couple gunshots and then a door near Troy opened. He walked in and the two looked to each other.
"Alright, let's find a way out of here. Be careful though. This building may be damaged and fall apart any minute." Troy warned.
As it was near pitch black, they both pulled out flashlights and turned them on. They wandered around a bit, and saw that the place was trashed. As they investigated they found two corpses, but these weren't like the typical zombie corpses they had been seeing. These corpses appeared to have their skin torn from the actual body. There was some gooey looking matter on the body still. It was as if whatever had done this to the body was trying to preserve everything under the skin. Also missing from the body were the bodies facial features. There was no tongue, no eyes, and no nose. The final bizarre element of the situation was that the blood from the bodies had been drained somewhat. It wasn't like natural blood loss. It looked as though they had actually been punctured and drained of the blood.
Troy winced a bit at the thought of what could have done this. It was nothing he had heard of before, and these kinds of behavioral types of things were not listed in the directory for Umbrellas creatures. Troy continued to look for a way out. Then he heard Maria from one of the back rooms. He walked in and she showed him to a door in the room that led to a small alleyway that was enclosed by fencing. The only thing that they could use was a sewer. They began to open the door, when Troy looked to his shoulder to see some sort of liquid dripping on his shirt. As he looked up and saw a shadowy figure moving on the ceiling. He slowly turned his flashlight up to the ceiling to reveal the figure that was right above him....