Resident Evil: The Price of Normalcy Chapter 10: Fighting Through Trust, a resident evil fanfic

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Full Part 2 summary: Isaac's paranoia is his only way to survive the events of Raccoon City those fateful nights in late September, when the city becomes a real-life necropolis. Death hangs in the air, and people are dying left and right. Slowly, Isaac realizes that not only are his friends dying, his faith in other people are dying with them. Soon, he comes to the point where his humanity is so buried by tragedy and death he becomes uncaring for other people's lives. Faced with an enemy that won't stop until he is dead, he must live through the nightmare.

Disclaimer: I WISH I owned Resident Evil, but I don't, I only own Isaac.

(Chapter 10)

(September 27th, 11:45 PM 1998.)

(2 days, 4 hours, 47 minutes, 5 seconds)

"Don't shoot! Please!" The man pleaded. I increased the pressure on his arm, the man wincing in pain. I watched his face as his eyes looked beyond me, his expression turning to terror.

"Behind you!" He gritted out. I turned my head and saw the two zombies that had reached through the glass a few seconds ago shambling towards me, mouth hanging open and ready to bite down on my warm flesh.

I dropped his arm and grabbed my other gun, pointing both guns at their heads. My right hand pulled the trigger first, followed by my left hand soon thereafter. Both monsters dropped, the hallway going silent once again. I turned my head back to the man who grabbed me earlier, glaring daggers.

He didn't look like much of threat, a corporate suit adorning his tall frame. The man wore a generic, but still professional looking suit, but it also seemed like he'd been in that suit for a few days, the cufflinks broken, the lapels torn and wrinkled, and a few drops of blood could be seen on his dress shirt underneath. My gaze softened and I bent down and extended my hand for him to take.

"Here. Get up." I spoke. He looked at me as if I was a freak. I had just possibly broken his nose and threw him to the floor, why should he trust me? His expression changed to a nervous smile as he grabbed my hand, pulling himself up. He pinched his nose to stop the bleeding, and he rubbed his sore neck. "Sorry. You just kind of caught me off guard." I apologized. He nodded, releasing his nose. I extended my hand to him, giving him a cautious half-smile. "I'm Isaac." I told him. He shook my hand, his grip firm.

Can't move on

But I can't go home

And I'm not so strong

But I make my way

to the place I know

inside my heart

where I used to go

to get brave and

I don't wanna be lost anymore.

"Brent." He replied. Introductions complete he gestured for me to follow him. "Come on, I have a great hiding spot. We can recoup there..." He replied. I stopped and shook my head. He looked at me questioningly. "What's up?"

Can't move on

But I can't go home

And I'm not so strong

But I make my way

to the place I know

inside my heart

where I used to go

to get brave and

I don't wanna be lost anymore.

"I'm not going to hide..." I replied confidently. Brent turned fully and looked at me in shock.

"What the hell do you mean? We have to hide or we'll die!" Brent exclaimed. I shook my head.

"We'll die either way. I have nobody to watch over, nobody waiting for me if I survive, so I might as well make my last hours of life fruitful." I told him. He looked at me in exasperation, his hands at his hips in typical grown up fashion.

"So you're just going to throw your life away?" He asked. I glared. I shook my head again.

"I can decide whether or not I'm throwing my life away, but right now I KNOW I'm strong. I can get through this." I replied.

Gotta find my, gotta find my, gotta find my way back home

"You're a crazy little kid, I'll give you that. Always thinking they can do anything." He sighed. "Well, come on. You can get some rest and then be off on your way." He said in defeat. I nodded and began to follow him. We passed by some doors, and I held my handguns tight just in case something popped up. Soon we found ourselves in the center of the building, in the basement. Most of the hall was pitch black but as I held onto Brent's sleeve so I knew where we were going, small amber lights began to illuminate the walls.

We found ourselves in a small meeting room, the only light coming from one hanging lightbulb fixture. All the other doors were barricaded with chairs and such to keep anything and everything out. Brent took a seat on the floor, pulling out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. "Want one?" He asked. After Rebecca and the others left, I had picked up that rather nasty habit of smoking from Kenny. Really, a fifteen year old shouldn't be smoking. The kid was going to ruin his lungs, but then again, I should talk.

I nodded, the businessman tossing me a stick. I caught it with my hand and stuck it between my lips. He lit his then closed the zippo, tossing it to me. I pulled the zippo up my pant leg, flipping the cap off and then ran it down the side of my pants, the flame burning. I held the cigarette's end to the flame, lighting it.

I don't know where I go

But I know I drive alone

I terribly miss you

More than you'll ever know

You've gotta come back somehow

You've gotta come back somehow...

"So what do you plan to do?" Brent asked. I shrugged as I inhaled some smoke. I savoured the taste before puffing out a cloud of smoke.

"I honestly don't know, but I am going to find a way out of here." I replied. Brent shrugged, then looked like he had remembered something important.

"Wait...you said your name was Isaac, right?" He asked. I nodded. "Would your last name be Brown, by any chance?" He quizzed. I nodded in confusion. "You were the kid who worked for the STARS office! Right?" I nodded. "Man, everyone who's still alive must feel like total chumps now. They were fuckin' right." I laughed at that. I nodded.

Can't move on

but I can't go home

And I'm not so strong

But I made my way

to the place I know

inside my heart

where I used to go

to get brave and...(1)

"Yeah. Especially me. I actually doubted them when they told me, even when I was the one handling their files and reports. The only thing I believed was the whole Chief of Police fiasco." I replied. Brent flicked some of his ashes away and spoke.

"You mean when Irons was accused of being Umbrella's pawn?" He asked. I nodded. I flicked away some of my ashes and continued.

"Yeah. I was STARS' secretary, and I was doing some top secret stuff for them, but one day Irons called me into his office and threatened to fire me if I didn't help him sabotage their plans." I replied.

"What did you do?" Brent asked. I took a puff of my cigarette and continued.

"I told him to take the horns from one of the stuffed antelopes in his office and shove it up his fat ass." I said proudly.

(Flashback)

I was once again in the STARS office, typing up Chris' documents about his investigation of Umbrella on my laptop when there was a knock on the STARS office door. I looked up and saw Chief Irons looking straight at me. "Isaac? Can I speak to you for a moment?" He asked. Confused, I nodded. I remembered Chris' advice on Irons.

'Don't trust the guy, Izz...he's working for Umbrella...he'll probably try to get to you to stop my investigations...' I shrugged and decided that it wouldn't hurt to hear what he had to say. I got up, making sure the file was saved into a hidden folder and the monitor was turned off before followed Chief Irons into his office. As we walked through the small hallway leading to his office, I grimaced with disgust at the stuffed animals and the weird paintings he had. One even depicted a naked person being hanged. We emerged in his office, even more of the stuffed animal trophies adorning his walls. He sat down behind his desk while I stood.

"Isaac...I hear you are good friends with Officer Redfield." He said calmly. I nodded. Everyone knew I was friends with Chris, what did it matter?

"Yes sir. He and I are pretty good friends." I replied in a confused tone. He folded his hands onto his desk, looking at me with a smile.

"And I am aware that he is having you handle his personal filings and documents, is that correct?" He asked. I nodded. I knew what he was getting at.

"Yes sir, I offered my services to him as a friend and colleague." I answered. Irons drew in a breath, then exhaled deeply.

"Isaac, are you aware that he has accused me of being bribed by the Umbrella Corporation for whatever reason?" He asked calmly. I nodded. "And what do you think of that accusation?" I shrugged.

"That is my own opinion and by law, I am entitled to have the choice of keeping my opinions to myself when I want to. You should know that as the Chief of Police." I replied. He looked angry for a moment before his smile came back.

"Of course, of course." He chuckled. "But...what if I were to say that I wanted to see these documents of Chris'? " He quizzed. I knew it. He wanted me to be his mole.

"Unfortunately Chief Irons, I have chosen to consider documents pertaining to an investigation being conducted by an officer outside his/her usual workload as private and confidential, and Chris himself stressed the fact that he did not want anyone outside STARS and I to see them." I replied respectfully. He looked sternly at me, his face totally different from now.

"Isaac, as the Chief of Police I have the ability to take your job away from you, especially since the STARS had lost a lot of team members. You don't want that, now do you?" He said darkly.

"Is that a formal threat sir? You're telling me to throw away my integrity and loyalties for a job?" I asked. He then smiled and shook his head.

"No, of course not, I'm just saying that you should know what is good for you. You have a future here in Raccoon, I wouldn't want you to throw it away on some stupid notion of loyalty and friendship." He said in a satisfied tone. My brows furrowed in anger.

"Sir..." I spoke.

"Hmm...have you made your decision already?" He asked confidently. I nodded. I leaned forward on his mahogany desk, smiling.

"Yeah. Here's what we're gonna do...I'm gonna quit...not tell you anything...and you can take that antelope up there..." I pointed to the trophy of an African Antelope on his wall. "and you can fuck yourself up your fat ass with it's horns, okay?" My expression changed to a stern one. "My friends are worth a hell of a lot more than what any job can offer. So..." I took my name tag and precinct worker badge and tossed it onto his desk. "...I'll make sure to see you when Chris and I make sure you're in jail for the obstruction of justice and accepting bribes. Bye, Chief. I'll see you in hell." I said cheerfully. I turned on my heel and walked out of the room.

(End Flashback)

"That's pretty brave of you saying that." Brent said. I shrugged. "So you really believe that Irons was being paid by Umbrella to shut STARS up?" He asked. I nodded. "Why?"

"Irons had been subjected to inquiries by Internal Affairs more than once. There had been five prisoners killed on his watch in the prison. Also, he had been accused of rape by multiple women. If he hadn't been protected by Umbrella all that time he would have been sent to jail a long time ago, possibly even being sentenced to death." I replied. "It was in a report I had asked for 2 months back, just after the fourth prison killing. I never really trusted him in the first place."

"Do you have the files and documents with you?" Brent asked me. I looked at him in mild suspiscion. I replaced my expression with a shake of my head.

"I left them all in my laptop at my home, and by now the building is probably overrun with zombies." I lied. I had the backup disk with me right now, in my pocket. Wouldn't be a smart move if I didn't have it...

Brent nodded his head, though a flash of disappointment washed over his face. "Well, for now we can get some sleep. There are hardly any zombies here. I'll be sure to wake you up, alright?" Brent finally said. He removed his jacket, rolling it up to create a makeshift pillow and eased his head onto it, closing his eyes. I watched the man suspisciously as his breathing evened out and he lay still. Watching Brent sleep reminded me that I hadn't slept in two days. I lay on my side, using my arms as head rests and closed my eyes. I could feel myself drifting, finally succumbing to my need for rest.

(Brent's POV)

I waited at least fifteen minutes to see if the kid really was asleep. In the corner of my half closed eyes I watched as his breathing evened out and he stopped fidgeting and rustling. Once I was sure he was asleep I got up, quietly brushing the dust from my worn out suit. I felt a vibration in my pants pocket, and I quickly and quietly pulled out my cell phone. I quietly, stealthily stepped out of the room and answered. "Englishman here..." I greeted professionally.

"Have you located the target?" The voice asked.

"Yes." I replied.

"Have you located his files yet?" The distorted voice asked.

"Not yet." I replied. The voice gave a disgruntled huff.

"Make sure you find them and kill him. He along with the others areextreme threats to us. If you do not kill him you had better hope you get eaten alive." The voice warned before an audible click was heard. I hung up the phone and stared in a confused manner at thewall.How could he be such a threat to them?

(End Chapter 10)

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