INSERT DISCLAIMER: Well, it's the same old disclaimer telling you that I do not own Resident Evil, and I am not making any money off of this, blah blah blah. We've all seen/heard this about a billion times, right? Good. Anyway, this story doesn't involve any popular characters (besides Lickers :P), so it might be a turn-off to some (actually, I bet most) of you. It's just a simple story of two siblings trapped in their house as the madness of Umbrella begins to tak hold of Raccoon City. Please leave comments if you think the story warrants it. Dos vadanya, Comrades.
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Resident Evil
Shadows on the Wall
"You're not leaving me here, are you?" Kim cried as her older brother, Daly attacked their father's locked drawer with his baseball bat. The crack of the bat against the heavy oak rang throughout the small house as he desperately tried to break open the drawer.
"I won't be long, Kim," Daly told her, trying to quell her fears.
"What if more of those things get inside? What if they find me up here? What if --- "
"Yes!" Daly cried as the lock smashed in. He pulled the drawer out and took out a few clips and set them on top of the desk.
"Daly.." Kim whispered.
"What?" Daly asked, a bit annoyed.
"What if you don't come back?" He looked Kim in the eyes and saw that she actually did believe he was not going to make it back.
"Look, I'll make it back, all right? I'm not going far, only down to the Police Station to go get some help."
"Why don't you just call them?"
"The phone line's dead, remember?"
"Oh.. right." Daly continued to look through the drawer, while Kim walked around nervously, her eyes cast down on the royal blue carpet of their father's room. Her brother muttered to himself heatedly, and slammed the drawer shut a few seconds later.
"What's wrong?" Kim asked him.
"I can't find where Dad put the rounds for his gun," Daly sighed, pressing a palm against his eye as if he had a headache. Kim's eyes widened. "It wouldn't be so hard if the power hadn't gone out." He glanced at his sister and noticed the terrified look on her face. "What? What is it, Kim?"
"D-Dad locked it-t in his priv-vate cupboard," she stammered.
"You mean..?"
"You can't go down there, Daly, it'll eat you!" Kim wailed, grabbing onto her brother's legs.
"Hey, let go, Kim!" Daly tried to pry his sister's arms from his legs. "It's the only way. I'm not going to go outside without some kind of protection."
"Just don't go, stay here with me!"
"Look, Kim," Daly shouted, grabbing his sister's shoulders, hoping it would somehow calm her down. "If I don't get some help, it won't matter if we stay here. Those things will eventually find their way here, and we'll be dead, and we would have no one to blame but ourselves. If I get to the Police Station, they can come over here and get you, and we can be safe."
"You promise?"
"Of course. They're police officers, they can keep us safe." She stared up at her brother, debating whether or not to let him go. They were here, all alone. Their father had called from one of the Umbrella Power facilities about a few hours earlier, telling them to stay inside the house and to bolt all the doors and windows. He should have been home by now. He should be there to protect them.
"How are you gonna get past that thing?" she asked as she let go of his legs. Daly smiled and twirled his bat around.
"There's only one, I think I can handle it."
"You don't even know what it is," Kim said, a lump suddenly forming in her throat. She could almost imagine the unknown monster devouring her brother whole.
"It sounded weak anyway," Daly told her, a thoughtful look on his face. "It was having a hard time breathing normally. I think something might have crushed its throat or something."
"But ---"
"Look, you can hide in here until I get the ammunition," Daly said, opening the large door of their father's steel wall locker. It was pretty much empty inside, save for a few boxes of paper stacked in the left corner and a few old, musty coats. She stepped inside, crouched down low and wrapped her arms around her legs.
"Hurry back," Kim told him as Daly closed the door and latched it shut.
Daly brought his bat up in what he thought was an aggressive stance and slowly crept into the darkness of the hallway. He turned right, keeping his eyes locked on the basement door at the end of the hallway. The floorboards moaned with every step, and he winced as if the noise were hurting him. If that thing was anywhere near the door, it would surely hear him coming and jump out the instant he opened it. He tried to step more lightly, but that only seemed to make the floorboards shout. In the end, he gave up entirely and went at the pace he had started at. He would have to risk an ambush. He shakily put his hand on the door knob, thinking to himself that this was a bad idea. Daly cursed under his breath and closed his eyes. He tried to calm himself down, steady his nerves. When he felt he was good, he turned the knob slowly, and uncertainly opened the door. The hoarse, raspy breathing of the thing floated into the hallway. Daly peered into the basement, searching for it, too afraid to step in without knowing where it was. He heard a loud 'click click' somewhere close by. His eyes darted around the darkness. Still nothing. Daly reluctantly took a step inside.. and almost slipped down the stairs. He thrust his hands out and caught onto the railing. The bat flew out of his hands and clattered down the stairs to the cement floor below. Daly got up and stared helplessly at the bat lying at the bottom of the stairs. There was still no sign of the thing, but he could still hear it breathing heavily. An intense, primal fear swept through his body, and he felt all of his hair stand on end. He was about to head back to the room when something caught his eye. A pool of thick water was puddled up on the landing. There was no doubt that this was what he had slipped on. But what was it? Daly bent over to get a closer look. A look of disgust crossed his face when the stench of it reached his nostrils. It smelled of rotting fish and bile. It looked a lot like.. saliva. A frightening hiss filled the room, making Daly jump to his feet. He looked up to where the noise had come from, only to have a long, sticky tentacle whip across his face. Daly cried out and toppled over the railing. He landed on the cement hard and had the wind knocked out of him. He rolled around for a few seconds, desperately trying to scream. Then he saw it. A black shadow moved stealthily across the ceiling, whipping around its unnaturally long tongue. Saliva pooled down as it hissed at Daly and targeted him with wild eyes. It twisted its body and fell down, landing on top of the terrified boy.
The loud crash of breaking glass came from somewhere in the house. Kim tightened up, knowing more of the monsters had broken into the house. She stood up slowly and put her ear against the door. She thought she heard something, but she couldn't be sure. Her hand groped around in the dark for the handle awhile. When her hand touched the steel handle, she quickly unlatched the door and slowly craked it oprn. She couldn't see much, but there were hoarse, raspy breathing sounds coming from somewhere in the room. Kim peered around cautiously. There seemed to be nothing, but.. Her eyes widened with fear as she watched something crawl down from the ceiling and across the wall. There was a strange clicking noise as it crawled, as if it had claws. The room was too dark to make out anything, but she was too afraid to leave the door open any longer to investigate. She closed the door quickly and latched it shut again. Hot tears streamed down her face as she lay curled up in the corner of the wall locker, somehow knowing Daly was not coming back and wondering when someone would come and rescue her from Raccoon City..
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Resident Evil
Shadows on the Wall
"You're not leaving me here, are you?" Kim cried as her older brother, Daly attacked their father's locked drawer with his baseball bat. The crack of the bat against the heavy oak rang throughout the small house as he desperately tried to break open the drawer.
"I won't be long, Kim," Daly told her, trying to quell her fears.
"What if more of those things get inside? What if they find me up here? What if --- "
"Yes!" Daly cried as the lock smashed in. He pulled the drawer out and took out a few clips and set them on top of the desk.
"Daly.." Kim whispered.
"What?" Daly asked, a bit annoyed.
"What if you don't come back?" He looked Kim in the eyes and saw that she actually did believe he was not going to make it back.
"Look, I'll make it back, all right? I'm not going far, only down to the Police Station to go get some help."
"Why don't you just call them?"
"The phone line's dead, remember?"
"Oh.. right." Daly continued to look through the drawer, while Kim walked around nervously, her eyes cast down on the royal blue carpet of their father's room. Her brother muttered to himself heatedly, and slammed the drawer shut a few seconds later.
"What's wrong?" Kim asked him.
"I can't find where Dad put the rounds for his gun," Daly sighed, pressing a palm against his eye as if he had a headache. Kim's eyes widened. "It wouldn't be so hard if the power hadn't gone out." He glanced at his sister and noticed the terrified look on her face. "What? What is it, Kim?"
"D-Dad locked it-t in his priv-vate cupboard," she stammered.
"You mean..?"
"You can't go down there, Daly, it'll eat you!" Kim wailed, grabbing onto her brother's legs.
"Hey, let go, Kim!" Daly tried to pry his sister's arms from his legs. "It's the only way. I'm not going to go outside without some kind of protection."
"Just don't go, stay here with me!"
"Look, Kim," Daly shouted, grabbing his sister's shoulders, hoping it would somehow calm her down. "If I don't get some help, it won't matter if we stay here. Those things will eventually find their way here, and we'll be dead, and we would have no one to blame but ourselves. If I get to the Police Station, they can come over here and get you, and we can be safe."
"You promise?"
"Of course. They're police officers, they can keep us safe." She stared up at her brother, debating whether or not to let him go. They were here, all alone. Their father had called from one of the Umbrella Power facilities about a few hours earlier, telling them to stay inside the house and to bolt all the doors and windows. He should have been home by now. He should be there to protect them.
"How are you gonna get past that thing?" she asked as she let go of his legs. Daly smiled and twirled his bat around.
"There's only one, I think I can handle it."
"You don't even know what it is," Kim said, a lump suddenly forming in her throat. She could almost imagine the unknown monster devouring her brother whole.
"It sounded weak anyway," Daly told her, a thoughtful look on his face. "It was having a hard time breathing normally. I think something might have crushed its throat or something."
"But ---"
"Look, you can hide in here until I get the ammunition," Daly said, opening the large door of their father's steel wall locker. It was pretty much empty inside, save for a few boxes of paper stacked in the left corner and a few old, musty coats. She stepped inside, crouched down low and wrapped her arms around her legs.
"Hurry back," Kim told him as Daly closed the door and latched it shut.
Daly brought his bat up in what he thought was an aggressive stance and slowly crept into the darkness of the hallway. He turned right, keeping his eyes locked on the basement door at the end of the hallway. The floorboards moaned with every step, and he winced as if the noise were hurting him. If that thing was anywhere near the door, it would surely hear him coming and jump out the instant he opened it. He tried to step more lightly, but that only seemed to make the floorboards shout. In the end, he gave up entirely and went at the pace he had started at. He would have to risk an ambush. He shakily put his hand on the door knob, thinking to himself that this was a bad idea. Daly cursed under his breath and closed his eyes. He tried to calm himself down, steady his nerves. When he felt he was good, he turned the knob slowly, and uncertainly opened the door. The hoarse, raspy breathing of the thing floated into the hallway. Daly peered into the basement, searching for it, too afraid to step in without knowing where it was. He heard a loud 'click click' somewhere close by. His eyes darted around the darkness. Still nothing. Daly reluctantly took a step inside.. and almost slipped down the stairs. He thrust his hands out and caught onto the railing. The bat flew out of his hands and clattered down the stairs to the cement floor below. Daly got up and stared helplessly at the bat lying at the bottom of the stairs. There was still no sign of the thing, but he could still hear it breathing heavily. An intense, primal fear swept through his body, and he felt all of his hair stand on end. He was about to head back to the room when something caught his eye. A pool of thick water was puddled up on the landing. There was no doubt that this was what he had slipped on. But what was it? Daly bent over to get a closer look. A look of disgust crossed his face when the stench of it reached his nostrils. It smelled of rotting fish and bile. It looked a lot like.. saliva. A frightening hiss filled the room, making Daly jump to his feet. He looked up to where the noise had come from, only to have a long, sticky tentacle whip across his face. Daly cried out and toppled over the railing. He landed on the cement hard and had the wind knocked out of him. He rolled around for a few seconds, desperately trying to scream. Then he saw it. A black shadow moved stealthily across the ceiling, whipping around its unnaturally long tongue. Saliva pooled down as it hissed at Daly and targeted him with wild eyes. It twisted its body and fell down, landing on top of the terrified boy.
The loud crash of breaking glass came from somewhere in the house. Kim tightened up, knowing more of the monsters had broken into the house. She stood up slowly and put her ear against the door. She thought she heard something, but she couldn't be sure. Her hand groped around in the dark for the handle awhile. When her hand touched the steel handle, she quickly unlatched the door and slowly craked it oprn. She couldn't see much, but there were hoarse, raspy breathing sounds coming from somewhere in the room. Kim peered around cautiously. There seemed to be nothing, but.. Her eyes widened with fear as she watched something crawl down from the ceiling and across the wall. There was a strange clicking noise as it crawled, as if it had claws. The room was too dark to make out anything, but she was too afraid to leave the door open any longer to investigate. She closed the door quickly and latched it shut again. Hot tears streamed down her face as she lay curled up in the corner of the wall locker, somehow knowing Daly was not coming back and wondering when someone would come and rescue her from Raccoon City..
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