Biohazard: D4rkness
Chapter 3: The Attack
By d4rk-ifrit
A Paramesh Fan-Fiction
Disclaimer: Resident Evil or Biohazard is property of Capcom. Capcom owns all rights of places, characters, and ideas present in the series. This Fan Fiction cannot be bought, sold, or auctioned by any means.
Caution: This Fan Fiction may contain scenes of explicit violence, gore, and language. This story is rated Mature and should be read with the forewarning of it's graphic content. May you endure the world of survival horror…
In the last installment of our story we left Alice and Jake in Raccoon City mall. When they where about to leave the mall to get lunch a lady and her child were attacked while trying to enter the mall. Alice, Jake, and other shoppers bare witness to what appears to be one of the Raccoon City Cannibal Murders, as they came to be know. The bloody man is now at the malls entrance proclaiming his need for brains…
He…He ate that kid. Jake thought. He fucking ate that kid. What the fuck is going on? We have to get out of here.
"Alice, wait right here ok," whispered Jake.
"Where are you…," Alice whispered to his back as he walked away?
He walked away looking for any store he could find that could have a potential weapon. The growing mass made it hard for him to make his way through. His eyes searched every store title: Greasy J's Pizza…Geek Shack…Bun-Coast. None of those would do him any good. He had never fired a gun before in his life so that wouldn't do him any good. A large blunt object is what he would need: preferably the killing kind.
His eyes spotted a possible solution: Raccoon Sports, the store for all your sporting needs. As he walked up to the entrance the jolly man standing out frount asked him about the current situation.
"What's all the ruckus?"
"Find out for yourself," declared Jake as he blew past the possible owner.
He went inside the store to examine it's current stock. An arrangement of sporting goods lay abundantly across the store. Golfing clubs, hockey sticks, tennis rackets, and all sorts of goods were available for the picking. But for this task he would need a more powerful weapon. He would need one so great that with it even the great Babe was able to land himself a 60-homerun record that would last over four decades. He would need to find himself a bat.
He searched among the brands that were available and didn't see any he liked. But that relay didn't matter much. A strong wooden one was all he would need. He grabbed himself a nice big slugger and headed out plate.
"Hey, are you going to pay for that," ask one of the store clerks?"
"You can have it back when I'm done," announced Jake as he walked away.
As he headed back to the entrance carrying his newfound weapon he brushed past the onlookers as if they never existed. When his sister noticed what he was doing she proceeded to try and intervene.
"What are you doing with that? You're not going out there. That thing will kill you Jake," she said as he nudged her out of his way.
"Stay here Alice. I'll get us out of here. Promise."
The crowed seemed to have doubled its size since Jake left to obtain the bat. Some of the onlookers were crying and the women were trying to calm their children. Jake approached the guard and tapped him on the shoulder. The guard merely glanced at Jake and turned back towards the monstrosity that stood before them. His skin pigment seemed to have turned from a dark to light chocolate. This was an obvious sign of fear.
"I'm going out there," said Jake.
"What are you, crazy kid? You'll get killed by that thing," the guard replied without even looking at Jake. His eyes never left the monster.
"I got to get me and my sister out of this place. And that things in my way."
The guard turned to look at Jake. "You're going out there with just a bat?"
"It'll probably due a lot better than your nightstick and flashlight. So, are you coming to help?"
"This ain't part of my job description. Let's just leave this to the police kid."
"So they can do what? Arrest it? That thing's a monster. Monsters only deserve to go to one place. And I'm going to help it get there faster," Jake replied as he walked towards the door.
The bloody monster, the filth, was still clawing at the door. His moans were as ever more rapid as they were before. His ragged hands clawed at the glass as they smearing death juices over the service. He stood three feet away from the entrance and stared the horror in its eyes. It seemed that if, for only a moment, the monstrosity was shedding a tear. As if it were pleading for sweet death to release it from its misery. Looking around he could only spot this one. There should be no more assailants to help this one out. He took a few moments to plot what he would do. He'd kick the door as hard as he could, hopefully knocking the monster over. Then he would simply attack. And not stop until there was nothing left alive to feel pain.
He took a step back the rushed in and kicked the edge of the door with his right as hard as he could. The door hit the face of bloody man sending him to his back. He didn't hesitate. Rushing in, he stood over it and lifted his bat over his head. He swung down with his entire might; landing square on bloody man's chest. There was loud wham-crack sound. Bloody man's ribs had been broken in several places. Jake swung again; this time landing on bloody mans lower stomach area. The scarlet flow of life began protruding from his mouth and nose. Thus signaling the end of bloody man's life.
Jake stood near bloody man's feet. He stared in awe at what he had done. He had taken the life of another person. The realization that he had killed someone: even if that someone deserved it. It's the sort of thing that stuns anyone their first time. But his shock had left him blind to what was happening around him.
Another bloody man began walking towards him from the right of the entrance and another three to the left. They stumbled along as if they had all the time in the world. Calling out for the "brains" they so desperately wanted. Each was covered in its own unique battle like scars. Their flesh was a pale greenish color.
When Alice noticed this she immediately ran to glass and began pounding it and screaming trying to get Jakes attention. But it didn't seem to do the situation any good. She turned around looking franticly for someone to help. She ran over to the stunned security guard.
"Please, you have to help my brother. He's going to die. If you don't help him he's going to die."
Meanwhile the bloody man to the right had already made it just a few feet from Jake. His arms outstretched ready to latch onto his prey. It grabbed onto Jake and attempted to take a bite of him. Jake came to his senses and tried to fight him off. He dropped the bat as he and the thing tripped to the ground. The bloody man was now on top while Jake was fighting for his life. Jake was doing his best to keep the man from biting him to death. But it was beginning to overpower him.
Jake couldn't see anything but the man on top of him. Just then something hit the man across his head twice. The bloody man fell limp and somebody pulled him off of Jake. It was the security guard. He held out his hand and helped Jake to his feet.
"Hey, thanks man."
"Look here comes more. Think we can handle 'em lil slugger?"
"I guess. I'll go for the one on the right."
Jake picked up his bat. He lifted it up once again and prepared to attack. The guard equipped his nightstick. They were only a few feet away now. Jake lunged forward and swung downward hitting the monster across the face sending it falling down backwards. The guard attacked the second one sending blood flying in the air. Jake was already taking care of the last one. They did a body check to make sure they were finished.
"I think their all dead kid," said the guard.
"Let's just hope that's the last of them."
"Jake," announced Alice as she walked outside, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'll be just fine." He turned his attention towards the guard and held out his hand. "Hey my name's Jake."
The guard shook his hand and said, "The names Eric Fisher."
"Alice, where going home."
"Don't get so excited kid," Eric pointed to the parking lot, "Look."
There were several shady looking people walking towards them. All of them covered in blood.
"Do you think those people are like these things," asked Jake?"
"I don't know. But I'm going to let the other people know."
Eric walked over to the entrance and informed everyone of the situation. Then mass panic broke out. People began running to their cars. Desperately trying to avoid the monsters. Some weren't so luck because their cars where right next to the bloody men.
"Alice lets get to car."
He and Alice were lucky and found their van safely. He started the car and raced to get out of the parking lot without getting into an accident like other unlucky people.
"Jake, do you think Mom and Dad are ok?"
"I don't know Alice."
"I mean. They haven't been home lately."
"I'm sure they're fine," Jake replied as he swerved the car in order to avoid a woman standing in the road.
"I'm scared Jake."
"I won't let anything happen to you. I promise."
To be continued in Chapter 4: Panic
The outbreak occurs. A town in terror. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Find out in the next installment of D4rkness!