Disclaimer-I do not at all own the kickass game Resident Evil nor any part of it including the T-virus, Umbrella Corporation, and the various monsters about. Capcom does. i do however own the main characters in this story, and the scenaro. so please DONT STEAL IT!!! enjoy : )
As he stared up at the ceiling of his room, Tony Salazar let thoughts float around his head. A week ago, he had left Texas along with his few friends he had. School was starting soon. He would be entering Curie High School as an incoming junior. He was not excited about it at all. He continued to think about the fact that he would be entering school without the many faces he had grown accustomed to seeing year after year. The fact that he was an absolute stranger didnt help either, and made him feel even lonelier than he had been feeling since arriving in Chicago.
His mind began to drift along to the reason he had left. His father had been laid off from his job in Texas due to downsizing and such. To get money, Tony's father had had to sell most of his gun collection. Tony had not been too happy about it, being as big a gun nut as his father, but he had said nothing, noting that it had probably been worse for his dad.
They had moved in with some relatives who lived in the Southside of Chicago in a rather bad part of town. With gangs and drugs abound, It wouldn't be a family's first choice for a neighborhood, but it was the Salazar family's only choice.
Tony sat up on the bed he was laying on and stared around his room. It looked much like the one he had in Texas. The crimson walls were unseen because of the massive amount of pencil drawings and punk rock band posters he had posted on the walls. His bed was against a wall opposite of the door and next to the window. A full size mirror hung next to the door which was next to the desk that held his computer.
He arose from his window and made his way to his desk where he had left his book bag, didn't pay attention to his second floor window revealing a large amount of smoke billowing around some of the houses in his neighborhood. Inside he slowly put a half empty sketch book, pencils, a cd player and last month's issue of Guns and Ammo. He hung the bag off of his right shoulder after grabbing his keys and got up to look at himself in the mirror.
His outfit consisted of black, black and more black. With long black shorts ,a band shirt of a lesser known band and a ball chain around his neck, and red highlights in his black hair to top it off, there was little doubt about his scene. He had an athletic build with lean muscles accentuated by his tan Mexican skin. At 6'5" his towering figure scared many people off at first which helped explain why a bit of a loner. He pushed back his hair, which was a dark black that had red highlights. His eyes were a dark brown that went well with his black wired framed glasses as did his face which at first glance seemed mean and demeaning, but was friendly and handsome with a few pimples here and there.
Tony walked through his door down the hall to tell his parents he was going to a book store in downtown Chicago. He liked to go to bookstores because the calm atmosphere gave him good inspiration for his drawings. Also, the fantastic stories contained in the books could also provide diversions from the stresses of life.
As he walked down the second floor hall he realized how strangely silent it was. Even though it was a slightly smaller household than usual with his older brother and sister still in Texas and his cousins still on vacation, his parents and aunt were still there. Tony expected the morning shufflings of people making breakfast and watching the morning news. He continued down the hall to the stairs when he heard a strange sound coming from his parents' bed room.
'They're probably in there', Tony thought hesitantly. He walked cautiously farther down the hall, not noticing his aunt coming up the stairs. He slowly opened the door to his parent's room.
"Hey guys..."Tony stopped abruptly and raised a hand to his mouth to prevent a cry from escaping out. A horrid sight met his eyes. His mom was on top of his father munching bits out of his throat. She was wearing some sweat pants and a white shirt, both covered heavily with blood, her arms missing chunks of skin. His mom turned her head. Her pale face and shoulder length brown hair were covered with tinges of blood. The milky white eyes in her countenance looked directly as if bearing through Tony and into his very soul. She slowly got up and gave a great groan while stumbling towards him. Her facade carried an expression of grave hunger and a dire wish to kill something to satisfy that hunger. Tony backed away slowly and heard a moan from behind. Tony turned in time to see his aunt stumbling behind him.
"My God", Tony uttered out. His aunt was in a similar state as his mother, who was already in the doorway making her way to her son. As Tony's mind attempted to make sense of what was going on, his body raced past his mother's hungry outstretched arms and into the bed room. He shut the door behind him and clumsily locked it. He backed away from it as his relatives began to bang on the door in a vain attempt to break through. Tony backed all the way into the nightstand to the right of his parent's bloody bed and hardly noticed the small grey hand gun box that fell off of it. Tony huffed and puffed as he sat down and tried to understand what was going on.
"They can't be... what's going on?" Tony said as he dropped his head. A tear dripped down his face. His dad was dead, his aunt and mom and become god knows what. He was all alone. He just wanted to crawl into a hole and let everything just pass on. Suddenly he heard a small shuffling sound. He looked up just in time to see his recently deceased father lunge at him.