Hey guys, my first Resident Evil fic, with OC's of course. I'll be sure to have a few cameos though so don't worry that much if I leave out your favorite character, since they may so up for a scene or two later on.
Disclaimer: I don't own Raccoon city, lickers or any thing else capcom has managed to copyright. I also don't own any brandname products mentioned.
A few friends, on a standard road-trip, going from town to town, state to state to experience America. They never expected they would end-up here...however now they must face the horrors of Raccoon City.
A midnight-blue Jeep blasts down a mid-western highway in excess of eighty miles-per-hour at roughly one in the morning. The Red Hot Chilli Pepper's song "Scar Tissue" can be heard blasting from the Jeep's speakers as it passes a sign reading "Now Entering Raccoon City, A Great Place To Live," or at least it would if the word live hadn't been tagged over with the word "die" in crimson red, either spray-paint or...the more likely alternative.
"Did you guys see what that sign said?" asked a tall and rather thin man in his early twenties with blue-eyes and rather unkempt mop of black hair on the top of his head as he sat in the back seat. "I think it said something about a Raccoon City," answered a short man-sitting shotgun, whom is roughly the same age with bleached blonde hair that had been shaped into spikes and green eyes, not to mention the pierced nose among other things. "Hey, Sammy, why do you think any one would name a town after a Raccoon?" asked the Driver a powerfully built man, the same age as the other two with hazel eyes, thick side-burns, and a dirty-blonde head of hair that had been combed back, giving him an overall appearance similar to a blonde Elvis. "I aint' gotta clue John, maybe the founders were lazy and decided to name the place after the first thing they saw," sarcastically replied the guy in the back seat with eyes half open. They had been driving since two that afternoon so they were all a little drowsy. "Hey, Nick. Do you think you could find this place on the map?" John asked the guy riding shotgun. "I don't think so, we crossed the state line a while ago and we don't have a map for Wyoming," Nick replied with a yawn and a big stretch. "Well let's find a motel and crash. Tonight I swear, I could sleep like the dead," John said as the city came into few.
Several minutes later, the Jeep had entered the city, which was devoid of all but the absolute minimum of lighting, given off by the occasional working street-light. "I know it's one-thirty but geez, more than half the lights in the city are out," Sammy said as they slowed down, taking a right towards the "Hello Motel". "Yeah, I think I saw like a few accidents back there but no one was there, just a bunch of banged up cars ya know," Nick added with a hint of paranoia. "You know this place does seem a little off, I haven't seen a single sign of life since we got here...I'm gettin' some seriously bad vibes man," Sammy said, with unease and even a bit of fear evident in his voice. Just then groans were heard coming from a dark alley between the Hello Motel and the neighboring building. "What was that?" Sammy asked with an "I'm about to piss myself" look on his face. "I don't know, but I'm not planning on staying here long enough to find out," John said as he shifted the Jeep in reverse and pulled a one-eighty.
The Jeep sped down the streets of Raccoon City, with the occupants catching glimpses here and there of what used to be the citizens. "Stop! I'm a human!" cried a twenty something girl with brunette hair and an attractive face and frame, in a brown and green camouflage uniform with "S.T.A.R.S." posted on the shirt. John stamped on the brakes and the Jeep screeched to a stop, turned so that the empty seat behind John was in front of the girl. "Hop in!" John ordered, as to which the girl promptly obeyed. "What the Fuck is going on here!" John shouted as the Jeep sped down the streets of Raccoon City. "Long story, let's just say the city is infested with the undead," the girl replied. "What?" the three men asked in a confused unison. "Some scientists from the Umbrella Incorporated facility outside the city invented a virus that turned people into zombies and it somehow got outside of their labs," she answered. "Okkkkaaayyyyy, we're stuck in the night of the living dead," Nick said as the Jeep ran over a zombified crow. "We should probably hit the closest gun shop and load up," John said as just such a store came into view. "Why?" the girl asked. "Because there's no way in hell I'm going to deal with these things unless I've got a way to defend myself," John stated as he pulled over in front of the store and put the Jeep into park as they all went into "Tony's Firearm Emporium".
The walls were lined with handguns, riffles, and shotguns, not to mention the occasional sword or other medieval weapon. "Who are you anyway?" John asked the girl. "My name's Alice, and I'm a member of the special S.T.A.R.S. unit," she said pointing to the star insignia on her shoulder. "Well I guessed the whole S.T.A.R.S. thing, even though I've never heard of them. But how'd you get downtown?" John asked. "Well, I'm a new recruit and...I got lost from the others a few hours ago after I zoned-out staring at a bill-board," she replied with her cheeks going red with embarrassment. "Great, I'm stuck in an undead city with only my two buds and a fresh outta cop-school ditzy cadet as my only back-up. Could this day get any better?" John muttered to himself. "Whoa, Mama," Nick said with trickle of drool sliding down his chin as he noticed a grenade launcher, and then grabbed it thinking of the large, beautiful explosions he would make with it.
After half an hour of equipping and finding the proper ammunition the group went back outside. "Wonderful, I guess things did get worse," John said noticing the punctured tires of his Jeep. "All the cars in town are like that," Alice said with a quiet terror in her voice. "Well crap...You know that would've helped if we knew it before-hand, right?" Nick asked, with the smart-ass tone he tends to get when he's frustrated. "We should go to the police station, anyone who survived this would probably go there," Alice said. Then the four began their treacherous travel to the station.
Will they survive on instinct alone or will they all go Hudson# and become Purina Zombie Chow? Tune in next time for the next thrilling installment.
A/N: Hudson was the guy who freaked out in Aliens and started crying "We're all gonna die, Man!"
Well, I hope you liked it, and I'll give a plug-in to anyone able to guess which movie the "Hello Motel" is from along with a plot-line or requested cameo by the winner. So review and you just might win!
To those who might care, this is the equipment of the quartet.
John: 1:Double-barreled shotgun, 2:Desert Eagles, 2:Colt Revolvers, and 1:Massive sword L:5 feet 10 inches.
Nick: 1:Grenade launcher, 2:Uzis, 1:M16, and 2:Broadswords L:3 feet 9 inches each.
Sammy: 1:Rocket launcher (don't ask me how he found it), 2:Barrettas, 2:Magnums, and 1:Katana L:4 feet.
Alice: 1:Pump shotgun, 2:Rugers, 1:Sniper Riffle, and 2:Combat knives L:10 inches each.