Lucky S.O.B

Kevin's story

Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil or any of the characters but I do own any other characters mentioned in this story.

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It all started out as a normal day for Kevin Ryman of the R.P.D. As he got dressed for work, hungover as usual, he never thought his night would end the way it was going to.

Kevin punches into work. From the look of things it would be an ordinary, slow day. He looks at his desk and sees that he had some catching up to do in the paperwork department. The thought of it made him cringe.

Suddenly and auburn haired fellow with bright blue eyes comes walking into the room. He's not as tall or muscular as him but appears to be a lot younger and is wearing the same riot gear. Looks like they hired a pretty boy, great, just what we need, Kevin thinks to himself.

"Hi, I don't believe I've ever seen you before, what's your name?" he asks.

"Im new here, my name's Leon Kennedy."

"Im Kevin, Kevin Ryman, the name on the road to...shame?"

Leon chuckles and shakes hands with him.

"Well Kevin from the looks of it we're both on the S.P.F., so I'm sure I'll se you around."

"Yes, well get together at the next local riot and bust a couple heads. It'll be a great time."

"Yeah nice meeting you Kevin, I'll see you around."

"Bye Leon."

Leon waves and walks out of the office. Damn rookies, have no clue what they're getting themselves into. Kevin thinks to himself.

Next comes what every officer dreads... paperwork. He takes a few aspirin and washes them down with two big gulps of the Jim Beam provided by the silver flask he kept in his desk drawer. Liquor helped dull the boredom. His co-workers would always bitch him out for drinking while on the job, but he didn't give a damn. If chief Irons really had a problem with it, he would have fired him by now. Besides the chief was crazy and had a drinking problem of his own.

They day they give me something worthwhile to do, is the day I'll refrain from drinking, he often thought to himself. He remembers a time when Chris Redfield of the S.T.A.R.S Bravo Team, confronted him on his drinking problem.

He had just gotten done with a suicide call and was extremely stressed. He finished off the rest of the vodka in the flask. It had been a really rough day.

"Why do you do that", Chris frowns

"Do what" he hiccups.

"You know what."

"Why not?"

"Because Kevin you're missing out."

He scoffs. Missing out.

"Missing out on what Chris? Nothing every happens in this God forsaken town. It's not even worth being sober for."

He was starting to get pissed and he wasn't the type of guy to get pissed easily. How dare Chris tell him he's missing out, Chris had no f'n clue.

"Well Kev, you missed out on getting on the S.T.A.R.S. team, you live alone, I mean I've never seen you with a girlfriend, you just sit at home and drink yourself to sleep."

All's Kevin could do was glare at him . He knew if he spoke up, nothing nice would have come out of his mouth at that point.

"I mean you're a great guy Kevin, you're a great person to be around for the most part, but I think its time you take a look at your life and decide if its worth being drunk for. "

Of course it is, When they give me something worthwhile to do, then I'll refrain from drinking, In the meantime, bottoms up, he thinks to himself and takes another drink from the flask. So what if I don't have a girlfriend, must I have one? Is it absolutely necessary? I think not, I've survived this long without one, and I have no problem with drinking myself to sleep, in fact, I quite enjoy it. When the right girl comes along I'll know it, but I'm in no hurry.

Just then Marvin enters the room. Marvin was a good friend of Kevin and they went to the academy together and became close friends. As rookies they drove around Raccoon City singing along to rap music in order to pass time.

"Hey Kev, how's your afternoon coming along?" he says, as he approaches Kevin's desk with a manila folder.

Kevin looks up at Marvin from the big stack of papers and raises one eyebrow.

"Ha, I thought so, and heres another to make your day, A-O.K." he smirks

Kevin grabs the file and opens it.

"Whats this B.S.?

"Its on that riot that occurred at the game two days ago."

"Jeeeeze its like Christmas all over again, thank you Marvin" Kevin says sarcastically.

"Don't mention it. Hey we should go out for a drink tonight, we get off at the same time, lets go to J's, you know, like old times."

"Hey that sounds great, I'll meet you there, well have a few and catch up on old times."

"Sweeet. I'll see you there."

"Yep, sounds good, I'll see you later buddy."

"Bye Kev." he says as he's walking out.

Ahhh good old Marvin. Kevin thinks to himself. Even though he attended J's bar every night, tonight would be a treat, having his old friend come along. They used to go there all the time, but now they didn't see each other that often, since Kevin got put on the S.P.F. A lot of the people on the R.P.D didn't care for Kevin, on account for his carelessness and happy go lucky attitude, but Marvin though Kevin was a hoot, and could never get sick of him.

He continues to fill out reports until the end of his shift rolls around. Another intense day on the job, he thinks to himself as he grabs his coat and puts his gun in the holster. But little did he know that his day wasn't even started.

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End of chaptuh one, please R&R, I would really really appreciate it, this being my first RE fic. Thanks! Its KEVILICIOUS!