Six years later…
Well, things seem to have perked up since last time. Since the Racoon City incident, I was hired by a group under the direct control of the President. I was given the duty of protecting his family. Unfortunately, Ashley, the President's daughter, was kidnapped a few weeks ago. Who would've known that my first assignment would be a rescue mission?
'Hey man, what are you doing out round these parts anyway?' One of the Spanish cops asked, as the car rumbled down a, for want of a better word, road. I sighed. Today was going to be a long day.
'I'm looking for the President's daughter.' I said. 'There's some reliable information which says that she was last seen here.'
'You're out here all by yourself?' The other cop asked.
'Well, I don't think you two came here to sing kum-bi-yah at a cub scout fire. Or maybe, you did.' I replied. I wasn't in a very good mood.
'Yeah, well, chief's orders. You're on your own.' We eventually reached the edge of the village. 'The village is that way.' He said, pointing down a heavily beaten path. 'We'll, ah, stay here and watch the car.'
'I'm sure you will.' I muttered. The other cop rolled down his window.
'Did you say something?' He asked.
Fortunately, my radio buzzed at that point, signalling an incoming communication. I opened it up, pressed call accept, then spoke. 'Leon here. Who's this?'
'Hi Leon, my name's Ingrid Hunnigan. I'm your support for the mission.' A woman called back from the other end. From her picture, she looked pretty cute, too. 'First off, where are you?'
'I'm at the edge of the village. I'm about to make my way in.'
'Good. Do you have a fix on Ashley's position yet?'
'No. There's a house right in front of me, though. I'm going to try and ask there.'
'Roger that. Ingrid out.' My radio buzzed once, then stopped. I walked towards the house. It looked cosy, but eerie all the same. The windows were boarded up, but the door was wide open, and there was sound coming from inside. I made my way up the patio and into the house.
Inside, I found a man poking his fire. I tried looking over his shoulder to see what he was burning. It sure didn't look like coal. I tried to talk to the guy.
'Excuse me? Sir?' I asked tentatively. No response. Not even the slightest recognition that he knew I was there. Giving myself the all-clear, I walked forward, bring out the photo of Ashley. 'I'm looking for this girl.' I told him. 'Have you seen her?' He looked at the photo, then shouted something incomprehensible in Spanish at me. I stepped back, then turned to leave. 'Sorry to have troubled you.' I said. Just then, the villager grabbed an axe and swung at me. I dodged the blow and pulled out my gun. 'Freeze!' The villager kept walking. I cocked the gun. 'I said freeze!' The villager raised the axe for another swipe. Then I did the inevitable. I shot at him. Right at the heart.
Now, as everyone probably knows by now, I'm a US agent. The best in the world. Apart from the British. They DO have James Bond. Anyway, as a US agent, I receive remarkably good training. I learnt to shoot straight between the eyes, and also how to shoot straight through the heart. Our instructor also taught a select group of the best, and I was one of those select few, how to shoot a hole through a man and out the other side. Well, actually the point was not only being able to do that, but to kill the man behind him. I came first. For that, my instructor gave me extra lessons in arms, and eventually I learned to use, dismantle, reload, jam, un-jam, and back together again every conventional firearm known to man. Well, quite a lot of them, at least. Where was I? Oh yes. I shot at his heart. So I was surprised when all he did was clutch at his stomach, look madly at me, then rush me at full speed. Naturally, I decided not to keep that one bullet lonely and decided to put two more into this guy's head to wreak more havoc with his internal organs. His head exploded. God bless my instructor and his astoundingly it-should-be-illegal-to-know-this-much knowledge of pressure points on a human body. At least those zombies were useful for something…Eh? Oh yes, I drifted off again. Mustn't do that. Anyway, it didn't end there. After checking he was dead, I phoned Ingrid.
'Ingrid here. Leon, what is it?
'Ingrid, I came across a hostile villager. I had no choice but to neutralise him.'
'I see. Leon, I need you to get to the village as soon as possible. Find the subject, and get out of there ASAP.'
'Okay. I have to go, I think there are more of them.'
'Okay. Ingrid out.' The radio buzzed, then cut out. I ran to the window and looked out. A truck was blazing along the path, heading straight towards the police car. There was some gunfire, an explosion, then nothing. Shit. This cannot be good. A few villagers started walking towards the house. I ran upstairs to hide, but apparently they knew I was in here. So I grabbed some ammunition that was on the table and ran out, gun blazing. They were caught completely off guard, so I shot one's head off, knifed another and shot performed a suplex on the last one. Thankfully, this seemed to kill them all.
As I continued through the area, I found a very disturbing thing. There was woman literally nailed to the wall with a pitchfork. Through the head. Messy. Anyway, after a few more encounters, a dog stuck in a bear trap, whom I freed (I love animals. Just not undead ones.), and a bridge, I finally came to the edge of the village. There it was. I saw villagers aimlessly working, a couple of farmyard animals, and a fire. With a pole. And a cop's body impaled on that pole. Quite disturbing, really.
As I entered the village, it was immediately apparent to me that I wasn't welcome, as the first villager I came across tried to throw an axe through my head. I shot him down. With a whole horde of villagers trying the turn me into a human pincushion, I needed somewhere to run, so I went into a nearby house and shoved a chest in front of the door. Then I heard quite a distressing sound. A chainsaw being fired up. I mean, crap! Who did he think he was? That guy out of Texas Chainsaw Massacre? Evidently so, as he tried to smash open the door, with some success. The door definitely weakened with each blow. I ran upstairs, hoping to find a way out. Even better, I found a hand grenade and a pump-action shotgun. Two of man's best friends.
Even as I turned round, villagers were trying to break down the windows. So I knocked down the ladder next to one window and fired through the other. That'll teach the bastards. Or not it seemed, as they marched lemming-like to their doom. Delivered by yours truly. Finally, after much shooting, cursing and spurts of blood, the stupid sods finally left. But not out of fright, oh no. The church bell was ringing. When it rung, everyone dropped their weapons and walked into the church. One of them mentioned something about 'Lord Saddler'. God knows who or what that is, but I hope I never have to meet him. It sounds as if he's their leader. Anyway, where are all these people going? Bingo?
I decided to continue my journey through the village, until I came across a farm, and more homicidal villagers. They really don't like me. I finally managed to leave this hell hole, but only after taking everything of value. I like shiny things. They appeal to me. I walked on. Then, get this, they tried to run me down. With a boulder. A BOULDER! I mean, who did they I was, Indiana Jones? Whoa, too many movie references. Anyway, Mr. Jones has got nothing on me, I didn't steal anything like some golden idol. Only a few thousand pesetas. After much running, I dodged it and it shattered against the wall. Thank God.
I continued on my way, coming across a few well constructed traps (tripwires) and more homicidal villagers, including three who threw dynamite. Yes, dynamite. TNT. Anyway, I got fed up with them after a while and threw a grenade through the window. Boom. No more Looney Toons antics. I walked on, stopping just to shoot something shiny out of a bird's nest. There was some heavy thumping coming from within the house. I made my way through it, until I came to a cupboard. It seemed to be the source of the thumping. I opened the cupboard and a man fell out. I quickly untied him and took off his gag.
'Ah! A little rough, don't you think?' He said. Looking me over, he said 'You're not like them…are you?'
'No.' I replied. 'You?'
'Okay.' He answered. 'I have only one very important question. Do you have a smoke?' I laughed.
'I got gum.' Suddenly, some villagers entered the room. They were led by a, because there are no such things as giants (Just a quick note. The comment I just made is one I would quickly come to realise was a mistake.), a man. Quite a big man, as a matter of fact.
'Perfect.' My new friend said. 'The big cheese.' I ran at the guy and tried a roundhouse kick. I failed miserably. He caught my leg and spun me onto that guy. The blow shattered the cupboard. Maybe this is their leader, that 'Lord Saddler' they were talking about? Then I lost consciousness.
Tip: Grenades and your trusty shotgun really are your best friends. The shotgun, when used wisely, can decapitate many enemies at once. Use it well. The grenade, on the other hand, has a colossal blast radius. Throw it into the middle of any middle-sized room, and all the enemies around it will die. Useful when faced with thousands of the homicidal bastards. When using it, if faced with nearby enemies, throw it quite near to you. It will kill everything. Oh, and flame grenades are brilliant. As well as blinding enemies, flash grenades have another useful feature which I will detail later.