Resident Evil 2: Living Nightmares
Okay this fic's been on my mind for ages. It's a rewrite of the game with new characters and although much is the same it will chance a little, just wait and see. Anyway review with any thoughts, comments or suggestions! PLEASE!
Raccoon City
---Umbrella Labs---
Alpha-Leader
Alpha Leader licked his lips under the mask as they approached the doors. The usual security team were gone…they'd been distracted easily by Beta Team. "Nice and easy boys, this point-Dexter won't be a problem" he said.
They entered. Birkin spun and grabbed a gun, the case of G-Virus samples was in his hand. "Don't move Doctor Birkin" exclaimed Alpha Leader. The man was apparently young, he'd been recruited at 16 as a wunderkind and about three years later he'd had a child. He was around 30-32 now. His daughter was 11… she and her mother were hanging around…no trouble. "We're here for the G-Virus"
"You can't take it! It's my life's work!"
"Hand it over doctor" the guns were trained on the armed scientist…he moved and knocked a vial of red liquid to the ground. Bullets blasted through him and knocked him off his feet. He shouted out as the case was torn away.
His consciousness was fading fast as he saw Annette enter. "Oh God! William!" she exclaimed. "Don't worry I'll get you fixed up. You'll be okay!"
She disappeared.
"Bastard'll pay," he slurred as he gripped the inoculators gun that had fallen from the desk he'd crashed into. It was loaded…he pulled the trigger…suddenly his blood ran freezing cold and he took a deep, sharp breath. His eyes burned and he growled.
The Alpha-Team and The Beta Team met up and ran through the sewers…they were heading for their rendezvous point…there was a roar…bullets flew and in ten-minutes they were all dead.
Claire
Claire Redfield revved up her bike and sped down the streets of Raccoon. She finally came to a stop at a diner…it looked empty but the sign said it was open. Glancing at the large band on her left arm with the watch set in it.
Claire was dressed in a black leather jacket, dark denim jeans, biker boots and a black turtleneck on. She entered the diner and found it quite messy. "Hello?" she called. "Anyone here?" she looked around, turning on the spot…there was rotting food and white streaked teas and coffees all around, things were knocked over and life was scarce…
"Hello?"
The moan was inhuman. Claire spun and stumbled backwards…something had dragged itself from the booth and cut her off from the door. It was human…vaguely. Its skin was rotting away and there was barely anything life-like about it. It stretched up its hands and reached for her. She screamed and grabbed a chair. "Stay back!" she warned. It lurched at her. She smashed down on it and its arm came off too easily. "Oh God" she whispered as it rose and came after her again.
Claire threw the stool at the creature and sprinted for the back door. The alley was darkened but the shapes at the other end were enough…she ran.
Leon
Leon S Kennedy pulled up. There was something lying in the road ahead…his blood ran cold…it was a human with ravens pecking at its flesh. It was a child…Leon's blood ran cold and he climbed out of the car, walking towards the shape…how could this go unnoticed?
There was a noise behind him. He turned around and stared…a crowd of people were shuffling towards him…moaning and groaning blood trickling from wounds, hands and mouths. Leon felt something grip the leg of his uniform. He spun and shouted out. The small boy on the ground had grabbed his ankle and tried to bite him. Luckily Leon managed to pull back and avoid gnashing teeth to stamp down heavily on the skull. He wretched but swallowed the vomit. Pulling the gun from his belt he fired a warning shot.
The ambling forms were unperturbed and continued their advance. Leon fired…the bullets barely had any affect…a few staggered monsters was all they ignored the wounds. Leon stared…then burst into a run in the opposite direction.
His eyes settled on a small medical clinic. The door was open and it was his only safe bet. He hoped. Out of the darkness lurched a zombie in police uniform. He -it- tried to bite Leon's hand. Instead it found the gun in its mouth and seconds later the back of its head was blown off.
Leon picked up the gun the zombie had had in its holster and entered the clinic. He shut the door and shoved a bench over it. There was a woman torn to shreds on the ground…apparently savaged by animals. Her head was separate from her body now and Leon forced down another well of vomiting as the dead eyes glared up at him. He walked down the hall…silence was all around him…the lights were on and the cold fluorescence made everything more frightening and barren.
He paused as he heard movement in an office…slowly he advanced and kicked open the door. A foot greeted his stomach and he received a savage left hook from someone wearing fingerless gloves.
"Stop I'm human!" he exclaimed as he blocked the woman's next punch. She stopped. She was a petite brunette in a leather jacket and denim jeans. She looked at him and then hugged him.
Claire
Relief flooded Claire as she heard the human voice; she'd not expected it when she climbed in through the alley window of the clinic. He wasn't going to try and make her into the $1.99 buffet at zombie-mart at least. She needed to hug him to make sure. She pulled away. "Sorry" she said. "I don't know why I did that…relief I guess"
"I get it," whispered Leon. He looked at her. "What are those things?"
"I don't know," admitted Claire. "I just got into town…one lost its arm and kept coming," she murmured. "They're dead and yet…alive. What happened here?"
Leon was a dusty blonde with a reddish tint to his hair. He was dressed in the blues of an RCPD uniform. His blue-green eyes were filled with confusion and despair… he handed her a gun. "Here" he said. "I shot a few but they didn't stay dead. Aim for the head…it's the only way I can think of".
"Thanks…I'm…Claire. Claire Redfield"
"Leon Kennedy" he offered a hand which she shook. "Man, this is my first night on the job…and what a night so far" he grimaced.
"I came looking for my brother…if he's one of those things…I hope I don't find him"
There was a faint clatter nearby. Claire and Leon both jumped. Leon motioned to Claire and the moved towards the door marked Pharmacy. They hugged the wall on either side of the doorframe and kicked in the door. The person inside was dressed in black denim jeans and a black denim jacket. He wore a neck belt and belts on his wrists and a black T-shirt with a white Chinese symbol on it. His white runners made a swoosh noise as he spun on the spot.
His hair was died dark red and he had a messengers satchel against one hip. He shut the satchel and kicked a chair at the door. Leon leapt out of the way…the boy disappeared out a door to one side. Leon rushed after him followed by Claire. A shot rang out and splintered the doorframe.
"Down!" Leon shouted.
Claire obliged and ducked back into the room with him. She paused and picked something up off the ground. There was a crumpled up note. Smoothing it out on her knee she looked over to her new partner.
"Leon…read this," she said.
Leon swiftly accepted the crunched up notepaper and read the crumpled piece. It was like a godsend...
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Raccoon City Police Department is the acting safe house
All residents are to hurry over for protection from chemical spill
Bring only necessities and things you can't part with
Donations of food are both needed and advised
Water and blankets are also priorities
Signed: Officer Marvin Brannagh
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"The Police station?"
"That should be where we go if there are survivors," said Claire as she grabbed a medical kit off a table and stuffed it into her leather backpack. "And armed officers"
Leon nodded. "I know the town well enough to know that the stations a few blocks away" there was a crunch at the front doors and shattering glass. "They're trying to get in!" exclaimed Leon.
"We have to get out of here!" Claire whispered. There was a pounding at the door they'd entered through. Left with no option they raced down the hall the boy had escaped through.
It led to a door. Shoving it open Claire descended the metal steps on the outside of the building with Leon. "Where to now?" Leon looked around. "There" he pointed at a building in the distance. "We can cut through an arcade and basketball court to reach it come on!"
They rushed across the street; the few zombies were too far away and currently feasting on victims and each other to notice them as they rushed into the arcade. A gun shop was lit…
"Ammo" Leon said. "We can take a detour through that shop!"
Leon
Leon opened the door and he and Claire dived in… there was a click and Leon and Claire turned away from the door slowly to find themselves staring down the barrel of a double barrel shotgun. The owner was a tubby guy in a white vest, dungarees and sweaty hair.
"Don't shoot! We're human!" Claire said.
"What…oh! Thank God!" gasped the man. He rushed over and locked the door. "I thought everyone was one of those zombie things now…" he led them over to the counter. "Damn crazy umbrella bastards"
"What happened here?" Leon asked.
"I don't know, there was a chemical spill at the umbrella plant and then… this" the man said. "I'm Bob Kendo by the way…I own this place…you packin?"
The pair showed him their pistols. He shook his head and pointed at stacked ammo and then a display case. "Police called up all the ammo and stuff, never heard nothing after that. That's what I have left". Leon picked up a shotgun while Claire found a large quiver of crossbow bolts. They put as much ammo as they could find into their pockets and bags.
"The police station's a safe house," Leon said. Bob looked at him. "My guess is they can get help there and use the helipad to get us all off." He loaded the shotgun. "We have to move." Bob nodded and filled a duffel bag with ammo. "Lets go," he said. They headed for the back door…the front window of the exploded inwards.
Leon spun as the zombies crawled in he raised his gun to fire but Claire grabbed his shoulder. "Don't!" she exclaimed. "It'd be a waste of ammo, we should just get out of here!" With a dumb nod Leon pulled open the door and the three of them escaped out into the alley. They rushed down the winding passages and across a basketball court.
Something lurched from the darkness at Claire. She shrieked and shoved it…more came from the darkness, dead basketball players…a ball skittering between their feet, tripping some up.
Bob fired his shotgun and three of the zombies fell away, holes in their chests and all in a line. Claire forced the rusted gate open and hurried up a flight of stairs. Leon and Bob followed, gleeful to find the zombies unable to follow them with their clumsy co-ordination.
"Which way?" Claire asked. Bob pointed to a building with a clock tower. "There" he said. They raced down the opposite staircase and out the alley. They skidded to a halt. "Shit" murmured Bob.
The zombies feasting on one of their own beside the café ignored them as they boarded the bus to reach the other side. A hand gripped Leon's leg…he shouted out as a woman in a prim business suit groaned and kept hold of his ankle from under a seat. Claire shouted and kicked the woman's head off.
"Thanks" Leon murmured.
"No problem" Claire breathed.
"We're nearly there," Bob said. They pressed on out of the bus. A hoard of zombies was at one end of the street, lumbering towards them. Bob sprinted for a gate, he blasted away a zombie and shoved open the gate. "COME ON!" he shouted. Claire and Leon rushed towards him, the hungry groans getting closer. The creatures were almost upon them. Claire blew a hole in the head of one and they dived in…the gate slammed and Bob slid the bolt into place, pulling away from the clawing hands flailing through the bars
Sherry
Sherry scrambled through the vents. She wasn't hanging around. There were things looking for her and she was unarmed altogether.
Leon
The hall was fast, an eerie silence hung in the air. "We should get moving" Claire said. "Who knows how long it will take those things to get in." She noted the waiting room. "This way" she said.
"Let's follow whoever has a plan" suggested Leon. They entered the room and looked around. Nothing…Leon's head snapped in one direction as he saw a blur speed past the window. He raised his gun and moved towards the door in the corner.
"Careful" he whispered. Bob nodded and followed closely as they slowly opened the door. The hall was silent and nothing moved in the darkness. Claire, Bob and Leon walked slowly into the darkness. There was a body on the ground without a head…a droplet of blood dripped down into the pool…the next one landed at Claire's feet, then on Leon's hand. Slowly they all looked up.
"Fuck" Bob breathed. They dived backwards as the creature dropped from the ceiling. The sharp claws skittered on the tiles and it lashed its long tongue out. Bob was pretty fast for a tubby guy; he was lucky he'd not been impaled on the tongue. Claire fired her bow at the monster the bolt lodging in the back of its throat piercing the back of its head.
"Holy crap that didn't even come close to killing it!" she shouted. The creature swatted her through a door and she crashed into the briefing room. She groaned and sat up…her eyes fell on the monster in a photo. She picked the image up and then examined the documents attached.
This creature has been stalking the precinct since the siege began. Its razor sharp tongue allows it to decapitate with great ease its targets. Handgun fire has proven ineffective against it. Chief Irons has insisted on keeping all weaponry in a cache of his own so we don't use it up.
Leon's shots stirred Claire. She rushed to the door. The licker turned to glare at her without actually having any eyes…Leon leapt up and put a leg on either side of the lickers body. He pressed the shotgun into the back of the skull and fired. The fragments and tissue of the creatures swollen brain splattered everywhere; it slumped down, twitching, its brain stem slapping the bloody floor.
Leon moved away. Bob shuddered and Claire swallowed her vomit. Slowly they walked down the hall in silence. Claire paused and then handed Leon the memo. "Chief Irons has the weapons, if he's alive then he has the kind of fire power we need to get out of here" she said.
"Hang on" Leon said. Slowly he nudged open a door and stepped into the hall with Bob they aimed their weapons in opposite directions. A zombie lumbered forwards dressed in RCPD uniform. Leon hesitated. Claire fired her handgun three times hitting the zombie in the head each time.
"That was Sergeant Morris," murmured Leon. "He was the one who convinced me to try to become a Police officer." Claire patted his shoulder and nodded. A room with a sign over the door that read FILING caught Bobs eye. "Hey! Look" he hissed. "Maybe there's more stuff in here?"
A series of gunshots rang out from far away. "That's automatic weapon fire!" exclaimed Leon excitedly. "Maybe someone's got the cache?" Claire pushed open the door to the filing room. It was a mess but empty of monsters. Claire's foot kicked a strange key; she kneeled down and picked it up. It was heavy, a big copper one.
"This is all junk" Leon muttered. "Hey hang on" he said. "I take that back… this is about MISSING STARS" Claire was at his side in a blink.
"I remember them," Bob said. "They investigated the accident at Umbrella…big noise about all the people who died there but no one really wanted to talk about it. They headed out a few weeks ago…didn't come back."
"My brother worked for them," Claire said. "Here look" she showed the photo from her wallet to the others, the handsome man was wearing camouflage uniform with the stars logo on it. "I can only hope they're alive…"
Claire
There were more gunshots. Claire grabbed files marked Umbrella and shoved them into her backpack. "We should go!" Leon exclaimed. Bob nodded and they rushed out of the room and up the stairs. The zombie was half through the glass of the door. A shotgun went off and the monster was blown out of the office door.
"They're everywhere," a woman screamed.
"Marvin! More ammo!" a man shouted
"We're out! Al should have been back with more!" came another male voice.
"The coward probably ran! Where's Irons?" screamed the woman. Claire fired, the other zombie at the door staggered back. Bob blasted away and the creature toppled over.
"Who's out there?" the second man's voice called.
"Humans!" shouted Leon. He approached slowly. "I'm going to open the door!"
Slowly he walked over to the broken glass door and pulled it open. Inside were four people: a man in grey overalls, a woman in a police uniform on and a man with a similar uniform. The fourth person was at a computer typing away; he had long-ish auburn hair and a dishevelled look to his entire appearance. His tie was stained, his white shirt was speckled and his brown trousers were smudged with dirt.
"The rookie…" grimaced the black man in the uniform.
"Leon Kennedy" nodded Leon. "Claire! Bob! It's okay!"
"Marvin Brannagh" the officer said. "This is Sarah Keith, Ben Betrolucci and Jim Penn. We're all that's left of the city…well accept for Al Bernstein, Felicity Rockwell and Chief Irons but we haven't seen them in a while"
"We're low on ammo, out of shotgun rounds," Sarah said as she pushed a strand of dark hair off her face. "And fighting off the, now flesh eating, reinforcements" She shook her head. "We're screwed."
"Don't worry" Bob said as he patted the sports bag. "Plenty of ammo here!"
"We should look for Ms Rockwell and Chief Irons," said Marvin. "They're in his office on the upper floor. We can't stay here and be eaten alive by the Donut Delivery guy."
Claire nodded. She opened the files she'd found and rifled through them. Most were reports and requests stamped Investigation Ended or Denied - she frowned as she read one of them. A particular paragraph was chillingly prominent, highlighted in yellow
"Proof of Human subjects being tested upon without their consent and against the Rules of the Geneva Convention on Human Rights has been obtained concerning the Umbrella Labs in the woods outside of Raccoon city and will surely lead back to the lab in Racoon city"
Claire shuddered - a photo slid from the file. It was a man, his eyes bulging open, his mouth seized open, and flies were crawling on his face as he lay on a gravel background. "A victim of the mysterious virus" read Claire. "What virus?"
"The Umbrella labs said there wasn't anything to worry about" Jim said. "The truth was - there was everything to worry about. There was - an incident - at umbrella's plant. They said it wasn't anything dangerous - then this started"
"There's something...else out there" whispered Sarah. "Different, big. We saw it...it was... it was a real monster" she shuddered. "Beyond the other nightmares - it looked more human...in the eyes, I saw it when it attacked the office - it had human features and its eyes...were intelligent"
Sarah twitched at the memory.
"We have to rescue any remaining survivors" stated Marvin. "And get out, there's a chance we can make it out through the sewers and from there we can get out of the city". Everyone nodded firmly.
Joshua
"Sherry?" the boy called. "Sherry?"
There was a howl and a zombie dog pounced at him. He rolled aside nimbly and blasted the monster with his Magnums. Rising he holstered them and reached into his back pocket. He took out the pills and crunched one between his teeth to steady the tremors and numb the rising pain.
A zombie ambled towards him. In a stab of motion he kicked its head off its shoulders and let the body collapse. Feeling energized to a state of on-edge-alert he hurried down the hall.
TO BE CONTINUED
Review me, you know you want to. This is just a prelude to the rewrite I know it doesn't look too original right now but gimme a chance I'm working to meld the game and my fic together here!