Operation Nemesis

By: Gardie

Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil, Sony, Capcom or any of those other wonderful billion dollar companies and franchises which I have drawn ideas from.

AN: Last part. If you want me to work on a sequel (I'll try do better) just tell me.

Omegadestroyer7: This has no connection to any games or movies other than Umbrella is a big corporation and that there are going to be zombies. In other words no one knows about some of Umbrella's shadier deals. Think of it as if none of the stuff that has happened in Resident Evil has actually happened. Lastly it doesn't say much for me but only the first two chapters talking about the war and all were done before I decided to make this about RE. I just had had enough inspiration to make the beginning but I didn't have any storyline yet so I decided to make it a RE story. Odd how it then seems added on. I wonder if you would have said that if I'd never mentioned it wasn't originally an RE idea.

Chapter 3

My watch is beeping and it wakes me from my sleep. I switch the alarm off and get dressed. Today is an important one; we're going to be transporting Umbrella's bio-weapons to the military base to be used as they see fit. Hopefully nothing will go wrong. If Phoenix figures out that Umbrella is assisting the military it could become a target. Actually I'm surprised Umbrella hasn't been attacked but I guess since they aren't part of any government they aren't a real threat. I open my door and go to find my parents and have breakfast.

"Good morning, Rage," my dad greets me.

"Morning," I answer.

My dad's half-way through his breakfast, just a little toast and a fruit juice, and reading a sheet of paper. I sit down at the same table as him and one of Umbrella's kitchen staff brings me breakfast. I begin to eat wondering what my dad is reading. When he finishes he folds the piece of paper up and puts it in one of his coat's pockets.

"What was that?" I ask seeing as he doesn't look like he'll tell me of his own accord.

"Oh, nothing, just a message from the military. It's not important though," he answers, "They don't know what they are talking about."

"They don't?" I ask, "I am still part of the military after all.

He waves his hand dismissively, "Don't worry about it. Just keep our viruses safe."

I take another bite of toast and am about to ask more when he stands up.

"I'm afraid I must leave," he explains, "I need to check everything is prepared for transportation."

I nod as he walks away. I still am curious what was in the note but I guess I'll never find out. Hopefully it wasn't important.

I check my gun and exhale deeply. I'm seated in the passenger seat of the jeep that's going to be transporting the viruses. My father's in the back with my mother and the viruses. There are more soldiers around that are accompanying us but in an emergency the jeep will be able escape the danger alone. Strapped to the roof of the jeep is a metal box my father placed there at the last minute. I don't know what's inside but he was adamant that it came with. Nothing the driver could say would change his mind. Everything looks in place so I tell the driver to go. The engine growls as it starts up and the jeep begins to move, accompanied by our guards.

We have been travelling for a few minutes and luckily everything seems quiet today. The scenes we are passing through are extremely depressing though, shattered glass shop-fronts, empty, rusted cars and here and there dark bloodstains. I hear a shout from one of the guards and turn to see what he's saying.

BANG! BANG!

He's got his gun out and is shooting at something.

BANG! BANG!

BANG!

There is a return shot and the guard falls down. Blood falls down onto grey concrete and spreads out behind the guard. He's not dead though I can hear him moaning from pain.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

There is more gunfire now coming from all around us.

"Go!" I shout to the driver, "Get us out of here!"

He floors the accelerator and we leap forward. I see a man aiming a large machine gun at the car.

"Get down!" I yell out in warning as I duck under the dash. The next instant is consumed in the roar of the machine gun and sound of metal being torn apart. That's not a small weapon. It's on a special tripod and can't be carried and shot at the same time. I hold my automatic rifle at the ready, waiting for the barrage to cease so that I can retaliate. I hope my parents are okay. The driver is definitely not. He's been chewed up by the bullets and my cloths are now soaked red because of it. The jeep has stopped shaking from the shots. I jump up aim where I remember seeing the shooter and let rip with a short burst. I watch, satisfied, as the man goes down, but there are still many more.

I open the back door of the jeep, glad that this jeep was fully enclosed and thankful that my parents are unhurt.

"You okay?" I ask even though they look fine.

My mother nods fearfully ducking at the next loud burst of gunfire.

"I've got a plan," my father assures me, pushing me out of the way as he clambers out of the vehicle.

"Stay inside," I order my mother.

I close the door and see my father, oblivious to the danger, fiddling with the box on the roof of the jeep. There is the tell-tale beeping of an electronic lock then the box opens. My father ducks and a mutated dog leaps out. It's been infected with the decay virus, I assume it's one of the test subjects, but hasn't progressed as far as the one in the battle I witnessed. This one leaves no trail and although large patches of skin have been eaten away there are sections where fur remains. I don't trust the dog one bit.

"Is this safe?" I asked, my gun is pointed at the dog.

"Trust me," my father says.

He pulls out a whistle and blows three quick notes. The dog's single ear pricks up and then it lurches off after a Phoenix soldier. The unfortunate man sees the zombie dog rushing at him and opens fire. The zombie dog takes now notice of the bullets or bits of tissue that are flying into and off of it; it's only focused on its prey. The dog tackles the soldier onto his back and proceeds to maul him. The dogs vicious snarling accompanied by the dying man's shrieks draw the attention of everyone involved in the skirmish. Everyone looks on in horror as the man's stomach torn straight out. Blood showers everywhere while the dog claws at the writhing body underneath it. Plunging its head inside the soldier's body cavity its snarls are muffled and as the man stops screaming and instead begins to ooze blood from his mouth a silence descends. The dog raises its head, dripping crimson life-blood and growling wetly. In a flash it's after a second victim. Its movement breaks the quiet and the air is filled once again with screaming and gunfire as the battle resumes.

I take down two enemies before needing to reload my weapon. I press the eject switch and the magazine. It clatters to the ground as I snatch a second, fully-loaded magazine from my belt and slide it into my gun. There is a click that signifies that everything is in place. I glance around to find my next target. The ground is torn apart by enemy fire right near my feet. I dive to the side and press up against the hard body of the jeep. I'm out of that soldier's line of sight for the moments. Glancing around, I can see that the battle's almost over. We were badly outnumbered but my dad's dog easily made up for our lack of numbers. I can see the dog now. It won't last much longer. It's staggering along on three legs. Its left foreleg is lying nearby in the dust, severed by a burst of lead. Half of the dog's skull has also been blown away and there are numerous pits in its muscles. I feel a pang of sympathy for it. Even if it is just a zombie now it is in a terrible state. It growls weakly at another enemy soldier. He spins around in fear but when he sees the state the object of fear is in he smirks.

BANG! BANG!

Two shotgun blasts finish the dog off. Its body finally gives in and in a shower of red liquid it practically explodes. I raise my own weapon and fire on the person who just killed the dog. I don't feel anything as he crumples, landing on his knees before falling face-down. I can't feel anything now. It would scare me if I could still feel fear but there is only a hollowness in me at the moment.

"Retreat!" shouts one Phoenix soldier as he turns and runs.

The rest follow suite. I jump up and begin firing at the fleeing enemies. Bad idea. One of them made it to the mounted machine that had been set up. I am right in his sights. I see, out of the corner of my eye, the bright muzzle flashes as each shot is fired but I don't hear a thing. There is a bright red spurt of blood and I see my hand spinning through the air in front of me. The impact of each bullet knocks the air out of my lungs and I am lifted off my feet by the force of the shots. As I float through the air things seem strangely peaceful. My vision flashes red, then red again and red again. I land on my back in a cloud of dust. I can no longer move but I feel …wet and all around me I can see a widening pool of blood. I close my eyes. Is this how it is going to end; in a strange city, killed by a retreating enemy force at the age of sixteen? I can't go on and I give in to the blackness.

My eyes burn. I…I'm still alive? How? I was fatally wounded. There was no way I could have survived.

"Rage."

I can hear a voice. It's saying my name.

"Rage, can you hear me?"

How do I answer? My mind feels foggy. My memories are blurred. Should know that voice. It belongs to…my neighbour? No, he's dead. Maybe I'm dead and it is him. I don't know.

"Rage, please answer."

That's a different voice. Softer. I know it too. Why can't I think? What's wrong with me?

"We'll have to increase the amount of stimulants he's receiving," decides the first voice.

"I'll increase it, now. 3mg per kg of body mass?" asks the second voice.

"That sounds good. His metabolism must have increased more than we predicted."

Oh. I can feel something happening. My mind feels clearer now. I can see now. Previously all I saw was a bright light but now I'm starting to make out two figures. It's…mom and dad.

"How're you feeling, Rage," my mother asks.

"I'm alive?" I ask.

"We managed to keep you alive," my mother answers, "But you would never have survived in your previous state."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"We had to repair your body immediately if you were to have even the slightest chance of a recovery," my father answers, "In order to achieve that we had to inject you with the NG-Virus. It worked and your body was rapidly returned to its original state and you were able to survive."

"Did I…mutate?" I ask.

I'm not sure I want to know. I'm glad I survived, obviously, but I don't want to be a freak mutation.

"You did," my mother answers, "But that doesn't matter. As long as you are alive."

I force myself to sit up, then I examine my new body. My skin has been replaced by a thick black substance. I'm far bigger than before. Around my shoulders, just where my arm joins my torso, there is a ring of small nubs. As I wonder what they are the ones I am concentrating on come to life. They elongate much to my shock. As I calm myself I realise I can move them as I wish. I make them return as they were.

"Just a second," my mom says as she pulls out a number of tubes and wires that were connected to me. With them out I am able to stand up. I am definitely taller. I look around and recognise the lab I'm in but I never saw it this clearly. My eyesight is many times stronger than before.

"I hope you like your new body," my dad says, "I know it must come as quite a shock but I'm sure it won't be too much of a problem. We hope you'll remain with us and continue to serve as our bodyguard."

I nod dumbly, opening and closing my hands, sensing a far greater strength in them than I've ever known before.

Now I've lost my previous life completely. I'm reunited with my parents and I've been exposed to the NG-Virus. I've mutated and I'm now one of the strongest creatures on the planet. But the war is still brewing. I don't know how things will turn out after now but I can only hope that eventually everything will return to what it once was. However that is unlikely and I'll just have to make the most of what I've got.

The End