Resident Evil…Skies of Red
The Beginning Of the End Ch. 1
"Wait up for me!" I yelled at Kyle, who was running in front of me. "No way, Craig, you slow-poke!" Kyle and me have been best friends for life. We grew up in Raccoon City together, all the way from childhood. My parents left ever since I was little, so I lived with foster parents all my life. Kyle and me both work as copsat R.P.D, or the Raccoon Police Department. We've both seen our fair share of bad things, but nothing could compare to the things we were about to experience. We walked into the locker room, and opened our lockers. Kyle, who is more immature than me, has pictures of women striking poses in his locker. Mine is cleaner than his, with the exception of a paper or two lying around. I grabbed my gun, nothing simple, just a 9mm handgun. Kyle was lucky, he has a Killer7, a modified version of a magnum.
"Jeez, Kyle, how'd you get stuck with such a cool gun like that?"
"Um, " Kyle started, "I guess some people are just luckier than others."
Those words would stick in the back of my mind like glue. All of a sudden, the alarm went off, requesting that all officers and cops get to the nearest S.W.A.T car. This hardly ever happens, but when it does, something incredibly bad had occured. One time, the alarm went off saying that a man had been held by hostages. But by the time we arrived, he had been shot in the back of the head, and laying in a pool of blood.
"What happened this time?" Kyle asked me, while loading his Killer7 and putting on body armor.
"I don't know, but you go on, i'm going to talk to the chief and find out what happened."
I ran through all the hustle and bustle, and finally caught up with the chief. He had a serious look on his face. The mission was not a joking matter.
"Chief, what's going on here?"
"Ah, Craig. We've got reports of cannabalism and mass murder in Central Raccoon city. This is a State Of Emergency."
"CANNABALISM?" I thought to myself, "THAT'S MESSSED UP!"
I ran to the nearest S.W.A.T car, hopped in and grabbed some ammo. One of my other friends, who I met in the force, Chris, was in the car waiting for me with Kyle.
"Craig, take this...you'll need it. It's a TMP, a customized machine gun." Said Chris
I took the TMP and whipped it around my shoulder. The car rumbled, and took off. I didn't know what I was getting myself into. We drove down the street for about five minutes, the scenery getting worse and worse. Blood spattered on the sidewalk and people screaming, it was horrible. Finally, our car abruptly stopped, and we exited the vehicle. There were cops surrounding an alley-way, holding their guns in position.
"Come out now!" Yelled the Chief, " He slowly moved toward the alley-way, his pulse quickening with every step he took. Slowly, a shadow emerged from the depths of the alley. The man looked beaten and bruised, and had scrapes all over his body. He, suddenly, lunged at the chief, biting down on his neck. The chief screamed and triend to get him off of his body, but it was too late. He had already lost too much blood. Swarms of zombies flew from the near-by alley-ways. It was almost time for the war.