Part One – Holed Up and Boarded In

1.

Raccoon City Centre, November 30th, 2004 A.D.

Raccoon City, eight days later. Where once was life, now is death, and the undead. Destruction reigns. Alice stepped out of her new make-shift home, gun at the ready.

'Now, who shall I kill today?' she asked herself, a little tiredly. 'Well, zombies, of course!' she answered her own question brightly. 'It's amazing how damn boring the undead can be. Just so… predictable.' She walked casually down the short path, and out of her untidy front yard.

It was time to start the hunt.

Raccoon City Hilton, November 30th, 2004 A.D.

'It's amazing how little business the Hilton does when the city's infested with flesh eating zombies. You'd think it'd just be crawling with patrons,' Faye looked out the window, a flat note of sarcasm quite evident in her voice.

'Yeah, that's the thing about flesh eating zombies, Faye – they eat flesh,' Spike joined her at the window, looking down at the hoards of zombies roaming the streets.

'Hmm. Oh well, at least now we can smoke freely. Hey, what ever happened to blondie bear?'

Spike's face fell slightly. 'She was killed in her sleep.'

'Oh. I take it we're not talking your average run-of-the-mill psycho, huh?'

'No.'

'You think it's Krueger, then?'

'Yeah… I think it's Krueger.'

The Raccoon City Initiative HQ, November 30th, 2004 A.D.

'Your mission, Riley Finn, as one of the last remaining Initiative, is to continue the line. To do this, we need you find Alice. Our sources tell us that she's been hiding in a suburban north of the city centre. You need to rescue her, and bring her back to HQ, but first and foremost, you need to help her rid Raccoon City of this infestation.'

'Are you sure that's… the wisest plan of action?'

'I'm sure that you'll do whatever the hell I tell you to do! Now get on the case!'

'Affirmative, captain.'

The Dream World, November 30th, 2004 A.D.

'So, the Initiative managed to capture that Voorhees bastard. Not like it's all that hard,' Freddy smiled, looking down at Jessica Monroe, a.k.a. Horn-rims. 'I mean, fuck, I could've caught him. But see, Ms.

Monroe – I can call you that, can't I? – what I really want is a rematch. I want to prove my worth.'

'W – what'd you want with me?!' Jessica screamed out, clearly traumatized.

Freddy looked down at her, as if he'd just realized she was there. 'Fu-uck. FUCK!' he screamed, listening to the sound of his voice reverberate off the concrete walls of the boiler room. 'This lame-ass excuse for a serial-killer is even effecting my work! I've gotta get the fuck out of here.' He looked at Jessica for a second, then – 'Don't worry,' he grinned maniacally. 'I'll be back. And next time, ya won't be so fucking lucky.'

The Apartment of Jessica Monroe, Raccoon City, November 30th/December 1st, 2004 A.D.

The next morning, Jessica Monroe woke up in a cold sweat.

'I've got to warn the others.'

Message on Justine Straub's Answering Machine, Dated December 1st, 10.42 A.M.

"Justine. Justine, are you there? I – I need to talk to you. Something bad happened last night. And I mean really bad. Worse then this infestation, worse then Hostile – oh, fuck it – Jason fucking Voorhees… Freddy Krueger is back. He came to me last night. And what's more, from what I can gather – he wants a rematch."

The Dream World, December 1st, 2004 A.D.

'This time, he's going down. No – fucking – mercy.' Freddy had only begun talking to himself as of late, and he found that it was quite like crack – once you got into the habit of doin' it, it was kinda hard to stop. That cracked him up. Hell, the fact that crack cracked him up… cracked him up. It had occurred to him that he was going even more insane then he already was, and frankly, he liked it. It brought out a darker side of him. He remembered something that'd happened some months ago, where he'd nearly killed the Voorhees bitch. That had been good. Something to remember, and he did – a Kodak moment.

Jason ran towards Freddy, machete out, when –

'Ahh… so you are afraid of somethin' after all,' Freddy grinned, mentally noting that Jason was deathly scared of water. All it took was a wave of his scarred hand, and water began pouring from the rafters. It was too easy, really – suddenly Voorhees was a small child, cowering on the floor.

'Awwww…' Freddy pouted, and pulled off the goalie mask, revealing Jason's disfigured face. 'You ugly little shit. Now there's a face only a MOTHER COULD LOVE!' he screamed the last bit, holding up the decapitated head of Voorhees' very dead mother. He had only needed to think it, and it had just materialized in his hand. Funny how the dream world worked like that. 'Let's dig a little deeper' – he pushed a metal claw at the child's temple – 'And see what we can find.' He felt embolisms popping, bits of Voorhees' brain separating. Something like that should've killed him, yet…

'Why won't you DIE?' Freddy screamed at no-one in particular. This time he would be ready. No matter how cheap, how dirty he had to play – he would win.

Raccoon City Hilton, December 1st, 2004 A.D.

'We need to find Alice,' Spike announced.

'Alice who?' Faye asked through a mouthful of Coco-Pops.

'Alice… I don't know her last name. Alice.'

'And exactly why do we need to find her?'

Spike sighed resignedly, and thumped down on a chair. 'You didn't listen to one thing I said before we left, did you?'

'Well, no. I got to "Hey, Faye, I need ya to back me up. We're goin' back in time," she did a passable if exaggerated imitation of Spike. 'Then I was all "Wow! We can go back in time?"

'I figured as much. We've been offered a large sum of money to find this Alice person, and help her. But not just her, I was tipped off about Lori, and that other soldier guy, Riley. They were all on the list.'

'There was a soldier guy?'

'Yes!' Spike snapped exasperatedly. 'Finish your Coco-Pops, and lets get the fuck outta here.'

Raccoon City Centre, December 1st, 2004 A.D.

Alice whirled around into a roundhouse kick, sending a particularly fat zombie flying, whilst bashing another in the head with the butt of her gun. As soon as she landed, she shot a festering woman who looked like she may've been a flight attendant, then elbowed another who was creeping up on her. She sprinted past the group of hungry ex-citizens, ran a couple of steps up the wall, then back-flipped over them, mowing them down as she flew through the air. It was here, however, that she encountered a problem – she was backed up against a cold brick wall, and the hordes weren't getting any thinner. Without half a thought, she brought out both her guns again, and started firing into the crowd.

'A little help 'ed be nice. Pity everyone's dead or undead,' she thought. Then, as if on cue, an explosion rocked the city centre. When the dust cleared, Alice saw that many of the undead had been wiped out. 'Well thank God for small miracles,' she exclaimed.

'Don't thank God. Thank me,' a voice called out through the steady clearing concrete dust. 'Grenades are fun, don't you think?' Alice squinted, and saw the owner of the voice emerge from the debris. 'Name's Hakoto Kusanagi, though you can call me Major. Everybody does.'

Alice finally found her voice. 'Thank-you. A – and hi. I'm Alice.'

'Well, Alice, I've been looking for you,' Major said, her good humor suddenly replaced by seriousness. 'I've been sent here to help you.'

Raccoon City Outskirts, December 1st, 2004 A.D.

A lone car made its way up the main road, from the city's outskirts, back into Raccoon.

'Find Alice,' Riley repeated to himself. 'Find Alice, and help her… whoever the hell Alice is.'

A booming sound suddenly rang out, shaking Riley. Although it was probably an animal of some sort, he checked the mirror simply out of habit. Sure enough, there was a large black truck heading his way. As it grew closer still, Riley could read the number plate – BEATINU. 'Beating you,' Riley thought dryly. 'Unless…' he vigorously checked the mirror again, and his heart sank. 'Maybe it wasn't beating you, but… Be eating you. I'll be eating you. Could this really be – '

'Jeepers creepers, where'd you get those peepers? Jeepers creepers, where'd you get those eyes?' His radio suddenly sang out, changed from the sports show his radio had only just managed to pick up from the nearest town.

'No. It couldn't be.' Another boom of the horn, louder this time. 'The Creeper. One of the demons the Initiative had tried many a time to pick up, and always came back empty handed. Hell, that fucker had taken out many of my friends...'

His train of thought was suddenly and very viciously cut off, when the truck began to ram Riley's beat up old convertible.

'You're… here to help me,' Alice repeated.

'Yes. I've been sent here from the future to help you. I'm a robot.'

'A robot from the future? Okay, I know a lot of crazy shit happens around here, but do you really think that I'm that gullible?'

'I can assure you, I'm telling the truth. Look,' she smiled, and closed her eyes. Alice was surprised to here a strange whirring sound coming from the Major's head. She opened her eyes again, and a bright light flashed from them, projecting a video of an old man.

"We need you to take the time machine back, and help Alice. If she does not survive, we will all be in grave danger."

Another flash, and the video was gone.

'Whoa…'

'You believe me, now?'

Alice declined to answer.