Chapter 1

Constance Redfield quickly stuffed her S.T.A.R.S. badge into her beige skirt pocket, loaded her Colt Python, and grabbed her book-bag. She walked out of the house she had shared with her brother, Chris.

" Good-bye, Raccoon City. This is one hell of a great city, minus the facts that mutants and zombies are running loose." she said before heading off to the police station.

Connie was only eighteen, but had already seen her fair share of death. Four of her fellow teammates were dead, if you counted that asshole, Wesker. And she would be damned if she stayed in this hellhole any longer. It was a cool October afternoon, so she was wearing a blue ¾ sleeve blouse, a beige knee-length skirt, and white tennis shoes. Before Connie could leave this fucked up city, she had to visit Chief Irons (who is an even bigger asshole than Wesker, if truth must be known) and tell him exactly where he could shove her S.T.A.R.S. badge, because she was through. Through with seeing innocent people dying, through with filling out an endless pile of police reports, and through with telling families that they had to leave. But most of all, she was through with fucking around with Umbrella.

Umbrella supplied more that half of Raccoon City's residents with jobs, but that didn't mean a damn thing to Connie. Umbrella was the reason for all of this, the reason that this town was doomed. She continued thinking and walking towards the police station, every once and a while looking for some sign of an undead person.

Connie was brought from her thoughts by the sound of a gun being fired and the moans of walking dead. She grabbed her grenade launcher out of her bag, and headed toward the sounds. Connie got to an alley and climbed over a dumpster that was obstructing her path. She saw a young man trying to kill the mob of zombies.

" It's no use," she said while firing a grenade at a zombie, " there's too many of them."

Connie grabbed the stranger by his arm and the two of them climbed over the dumpster. The zombies tried to get to them, but failed.

" See, they're too stupid to climb over it like we can." she pointed out.

" What are they?" he asked. " And who are you?"

" Those are zombies, made by the one and only fucked up company, Umbrella." Connie said furiously, and then softened her voice. " My name is Connie. And yours is?"

" Leon." he said, and stuck out his hand.

Connie shook his hand and looked closely at his uniform.

" What?" Leon asked, puzzled.

" YOU work for the R.P.D?"

" I'm a rookie. First day on the job." he explained. "Why?"

" Good, you haven't been here long enough to be fully corrupted."

" Why do you say that?" he asked, perplexed.

" No time to explain. Listen to me. Go to the police station, and follow this road. If you see any other people alive, not zombiefied, get them to go with you. I'll come and find you later." Connie began walking back to her apartment.

" Wait!" Leon called.

" What?" she turned around to look at him.

" I already met someone named Claire Redfield, and we got split up so I told her to meet me there." Leon explicated.

" Fuck!"

" What's wrong?" he asked with a frown.

" Just go! I have to find Kyle." she said absentmindedly.

" Who's Kyle?"

Connie just waved at began running to find a sewer grate. She found one, almost in front of her apartment, and removed the covering. Before going down, she grabbed a miniature flashlight from her bag, and attached it to her grenade launcher. Connie climbed down the ladder, and turned on the light. She kept her gun held up in firing position and continued walking in the dank, and smelling tunnels.

' Kyle better have his ass down here.' she thought to herself.