Resident Evil: Project: Reality
By: nuke umbrella
A/N: This is an idea I had about what if a T-Virus outbreak happened for to me for real in my town. This story may contain mild to moderate swearing, violence, blood and gore, and viral zombies. You have warned!
P.S. I don't own Resident Evil.
Chapter 1
It was a dark and stormy night. I've always wanted say that, but in this case, it was true. I was home alone because my father, who is in the military, was out to sea on the HMCS Halifax, and my mother and sister were visiting relatives in another part of Nova Scotia. I was upstairs in my room, playing Resident Evil 2 on my N64, when I heard glass breaking downstairs. Thinking one of my two cats had knocked over a glass, I went downstairs to clean up the mess. What I found was one of the doors going out onto the deck was broken, and there was a bloody man standing in my living room, wind and rain streaming in through the shattered glass.
"You O.K., man?" I asked the bleeding intruder.
"Ughhh" was the only answer I got.
Having seen too many horror movies in which somebody tries to help a person who turns out to be a zombie, and ends up getting killed, I immediately ran upstairs and grabbed the katana I had bought at a yard sale a few years ago off my wall, and ran downstairs, unsheathing it as I went. When I reached the bottom of the steps, the zombie was already in the middle of the kitchen. Knowing what to do, I went up to the zombie, and swung my sword as hard as I could sideways into it's neck, decapitating it. As the re-dead corpse fell to the floor with a sickening thud, I stood there, blood dripping from my sword, with only one thought going through my head: "What the fuck is going on here!"
A/N: I know this is really short, but it is hard for me to write long chapters. Sorry. Anyway, I'm not going to update until I get at least a couple of reviews, so R&R!