Hey! Indie-Boy here! I decided to ditch my old screen-name and start fresh! For anyone who read my old RE fic, you will notice that the setting changed from a dingy apartment, to a modern home in the suburbs of Raccoon City. What can I say? I love my 'burbs! So depressingly normal. So monotonous. Besides, the dingy apartment is WAY overplayed. So without further adieu, here's the story!
Disclaimer I do not own Resident Evil, or really anything in this story, other than a few fictional places and the characters used. Paws off!
Resident Evil-Survival of the Fittest
Prologue
He scrambled across the floor and into the first hiding spot he could find. Breathing heavily, he closed the wooden cupboard door, pressing against the oak walls. He slowly peaked out of the crack, and there was the intruder. Illuminated by the blinking pale green light of the newest brand of stove his almost high class parents just HAD to have. The raspy breathing of the hulking man made a duet with the water that was overflowing from the ochre sink onto the impeccably polished tile floor.
Realizing he was panting, he covered his mouth to muffle the sound. Stupid move. The already crammed full cupboard let out a monstrous creak, almost warning him that it would crack if there was any more pressure. The figure silhouetted by the flashing thunder outside slowly made his way from the patio door. The kid had been idiot enough to trip over it and panicking, hide, instead of closing it and locking it, trapping the behemoth outside. Feeling around for anything that would work as a weapon, his hand hit hard cold steel. A monkey wrench to be exact.
He leapt from his hiding spot towards the clumsily moving beast, and with a shout brought the shining end of the wrench down on his skull. There was a sickening crack as the brittle bone split in half. Bone fractions and brain matter sprayed across the tidy kitchen, painting the walls red and gray. He fell to his knee's and threw up. Another mistake, for now he could see the man.
It was his neighbor, an overweight lawyer named Steve Stevenson. Catchy name for a law firm. Though there was something wrong with him. His red-stained gaping mouth revealed black teeth with chunks of flesh stuck between them. His eyes had become a watery gray colour. His skin looked waxy and white. Then he noticed the worst part. The mans throat had been torn out. There was no way he could have moved five feet in that condition, let alone follow the teen from the forest, through the backyard and into his house. Something was wrong in this town. Very wrong.
VERY Short, but hey, it's a prologue. Give me some reviews/flames, and I'll give you chapter one! Hehe, thanks for reading!