Resident Evil: Katana
A/N: First of all, I would like to apologize for taking so long to update. I sort of forgot about this story when I fell through the ice on a pond at school. The water wasn't very deep though, I only got soaked up to my waist. The main reason I didn't update was because the ideas for this story were driven out of my mind when I became the laughing stock of the whole school. Anyway, I would, as always, like to thank my only faithful reviewer, London Bear a.k.a. Chantay. Also, Matt and Crystal's assault rifles are no longer M-16's. The ones they have are now slightly different versions of the weapon used by "One" from the first Resident Evil movie (The black dude who gets cubed by the lasers in the glass corridor to the Red Queen's chamber.
After a few minutes of walking through the maze of hallways that formed this part of the building we were in, which turned out to be a hospital, I looked over to Crystal.
"So, tell me about yourself." I said, just to make conversation.
"Well," she replied, "I was born in Las Vegas, and moved to Raccoon City when I was about four years old. My mother left my father when I was six because he would get drunk and hit her. After she left, he started hitting me too. One day, I was over at a friend's house, and her father had left a hunting knife he had sharpened on the table. When my friend was in another room, I stole the knife, and hid it in the waistband of my jeans. The next time my father tried to beat me, I kicked him as hard as I could in the nuts, and, while he was kneeling and clutching his crotch, I took the knife that I had carried with me ever since stealing it, and jammed in with all my might into his heart. Then I pulled out the knife, took everything with value, and ran. That was when I was eight. I've been living on and off the street for the last ten years. You?"
"Well, I've lived on the street most of my life, too, but I didn't have it as bad as you did when I did live at home. Like practically every kid, I dreamed of running away. Unlike most, I actually did run away, and I never went back. When I was about 14, I joined a gang called "The Raccoon Knights" Unlike most gangs though, they weren't into criminal activities. Of course, some of us were former criminals, but the purpose of the Raccoon Knights was to provide protection to people and businesses. Not the usual type of gang protection, but actual protection. We would be hired by people or businesses that were being harassed by street thugs. Sometimes we were even hired as bodyguards or bounty hunters. We were so effective, that after a few months, the stickers that our clients put in their windows to say we were protecting them were enough to ward off all but the most stupid of crooks. Then, one day, we were hired to deal with what we were told was a minor gang problem. Of course, we didn't realize that it was a trap set by an alliance of several gangs that we had all but driven out of the city. The ambush wiped out over half the Knights, and most of the rest who did survive got wasted in an unauthorized attempt to get revenge on the perpetrators. After that, the ten-or-so Knights that were left got the message, and we disbanded." I closed my eyes, remembering all the heroic deeds we had done, and how the were rewarded: a bloody firefight that had raged throughout most of downtown, leaving well over 600 people dead, of which eleven were innocent civilians, and only 90 were ambushers; the rest were Raccoon Knights. "You know what really sucks?" I continued, "There was a bill waiting to be passed by the Governor that would have made the Raccoon Knights an official law-enforcement organization, with access to all the resources that the R.P.D. and S.T.A.R.S. had. They were even going to give us an office in R.P.D. station."
"How many of you were there?"
"Over a thousand active members at the time of the attack." I said, and I guess that Crystal could see in my eyes the pain I was feeling.
"My God..." she whispered.
I couldn't stand the sympathetic look she was giving me, so I started to examine my assault rifle. It was a bullpup design, basically rectangle shaped, with a large, curved clip at the back, and a smaller, straight clip attached to what looked like a small version of the grenade launcher on a M-16. There was also a tac-light and a laser sight attached to it. I pressed the mag release on the grenade launcher thing, and found the clip full of shotgun shells. The small object under the barrel wasn't a grenade launcher, it was a miniature pump-action shotgun. "Neat." I said to myself.
"What?"
I was about to tell her, when I heard a crash from up ahead. "I'll tell you later," I said, starting to speed up, "but first, let's see what that noise was!"
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We got to where I heard the noise, but there was nothing moving. All we found was a room liberally coated with smears, splatters, and pools of blood.
"Ewwww..." Crystal said in disgust.
"Ewwww is right, but there's our way out!" I told her, pointing to a shattered glass door.
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The blood-splattered room was nothing compared to the streets.
"Oh. My. Fuck." I said in shock, looking at the devastation. There were dozens of vehicles, all smashed beyond use, many overturned and/or burning. Blood everywhere.
"What happened?" Crystal asked, looking like she was about collapse.
"I don't know," I answered, looking at all the destruction "but I have a feeling that we will soon find out."
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We started walking, heading for the police station, thinking that that would be the best place to find survivors, or at least some information about what happened.
"Hey Matt?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't you think it's weird that there is all this blood and destruction, but no people? There isn't even any corpses."
Her question made sense, and as I was trying to think of an answer, I heard something that chilled me to the core, as it would any horror-movie fan.
"Uhhh..."
"Crystal, get ready!" I said in a harsh whisper, "Something's coming, and I don't think it's friendly."
I racked a round into the chamber of the assault rifle, chambered a shell in the small shotgun, and switched on the tac-light and laser sight. Crystal did the same, and we stood ready to take on whatever the city had to throw at us.
While we were preparing for battle, I listened to the moan multiply from one into two, and from two into five, and then into a haunting chorus, made even more unnerving by the growing sound of shuffling feet.
They came out of alleys, buildings, and wrecked cars; staggering, moaning, blood-covered, decaying zombies. Crystal and I opened fire, and the zombies started to fall. Almost immediately though, the creatures that were knocked down started to get up again.
"Hey!" I shouted to Crystal over the chattering gunfire, "Aim for their heads!"
She quickly changed her targeting, and this time, when the zombies fell, they didn't get up. After about a minute, both our assault rifles ran dry, and there were still about ten of the monsters left. I grabbed Crystal and pulled her behind a wrecked SUV that had been turned over onto its side.
"Grenades!" I yelled, "On the count of three!"
We each pulled one of the six explosive devices attached to our belts, pulled the pins, and stuck our heads out from our cover long enough to toss the bombs into the middle of the group of dead men.
KA-BLAM-BLAM!
The grenades went off at nearly the same instant, and a few seconds later, chunks of meat began to fall to the pavement.
I looked to Crystal, a grin on my face, and said "Gives new meaning to the song 'It's Raining Men,' doesn't it?"
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update, and unfortunately, I have some bad news: I most likely won't get to update until at least January 3 2006. This is because the computer at my house that has an Internet connection uses Microsoft Works, which won't accept. This means I have to type this story on our old computer that has Microsoft Word and no Internet connection, save it to floppy, then take it to school, and submit the chapter there. Also my school's Christmas break starts December 21 2005, and doesn't end until Jan 3 2006. I will try to update ASAP. Happy Holidays!