Resident Evil: Famous Last Words
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Resident Evil; that's all Capcoms. I do not own my friends who are being portrayed in this fic and finally I have not copied anything off of xClaireBearx's story: "Stay Alive." Some similarities may occur but she has been nothing more than motivation to actually write this story, this is mine and my brothers work
Chapter 2: Insanity Ensues
Coincidence is a funny thing isn't it? When you think about something and it magically happens just minutes, or even seconds, later. The way things seem to come together out of the blue. It all seems too convenient, but we accept it because in truth, without coincidence we'd be lost. We rely on it subconsciously to stop life from getting to us.
I slowly opened my eyes, exhaustion swept over me in a wave, causing my every muscle to ache. It was like they were all trying to force themselves out of my body, regardless of the consequences. It took me a few moments to regain control of my senses, although when I had I noticed something. I was moving. Fast. Still lying in my position, I looked to my right. Trees were everywhere, the same on the left but what was more surprising than the sudden change from a house on the south-east coast of England to a dark forest was the fact that I appeared to be lying on top of…a car. No wait…I was lying on top of a car.
"Oh this can't be happening," I groaned. It made no sense. How was I lying on the roof of car, why was I in the middle of a forest…what happened to my Gamecube? I put those thoughts aside for the time being and examined the car. It was Olive green; probably military and moving just slow enough for me to stay on top of it. I'd need to wait for it to stop before I could figure out what was happening. I took a moment to look down at myself. I was wearing steel toe-capped boots and baggy, black jeans with a studded belt loosely draped through the loops. My torso was covered by a simple black t-shirt with 'don't make me bite you' emblazoned across it in white lettering and on top of that was a black, leather jacket.
I lay still for a minute longer before the car lurched to a stop. Curious, I sat up and looked around spying a figure standing in the headlights. It was staring at the floor until a voice from the car made it turn around. I couldn't hear what was said, I guess my ears weren't quite working yet, but the figure, I could see it was a man now standing at around 5'8", turned round and began to amble towards the car. When I looked at its features I had to close my eyes to stop any bile from forcing its way out of my mouth. The "man's" face was a pale shade grey and had a chunk of its jaw hanging limply by its neck and a hole in its chest as big as a fist, which was clearly not fresh. Blood dripped from all over its body and chunks were missing from various places. That wasn't the worst of it though. The worst was the smell, followed by the taste it left in the air. It was repulsive, like a dead animal in a blender but with three times as much blood and some vomit, for good measure. A large, Ginger mullet topped it all off. That was of course what almost made me throw up, the ginger-ness of it all. Now of course was the time that whoever was driving decided to speed off, hitting the "man" on the way which sent him flying…into me. Right now, the only way for my situation to get much worse would have been for the ginger "thing" to start singing something by the beach boys or something equally demeaning. The "thing" will now be referred to as Bob. Now when Bob came flying into me the first thing to run through my mind was 'how the fuck do I get this thing away from me?' actually, I lie, the first thing I thought was 'ewww ginger' then I thought 'how the fuck do I get this thing away from me?'
A grin spread across my face as an idea struck me. Bob looked like a zombie and therefore he was a fan of 'The Zombies'. It followed the laws of coincidence to believe so and therefore it would work if I…
"It's the tiiime, Of the season
When blood runs hiiigh," I sang out loudly as Bob clambered to his feet, which is an impressive sight on a moving vehicle, and began to dance slowly,
"In this tiiime, give it to me easy,
And let me try with pleasured hands,
To take you and the sun to the Promised Land,
To show you everyone," I continued on into the chorus. At this exact point in time, a coincidental low branch took out the dancing Bob's legs, sending him flying towards the windscreen in a somersault that any B-boy would be proud of, and impaling the roof of his mouth on the windscreen wipers. Looking down at Bob I noticed the driver activate the windscreen wipers and dragging his body across the hood. I smirked at the sight and finished my chorus,
"It's the time of the seeeason for loviiing,"
Unfortunately for me, this provided more than enough of an excuse for my 'talented driver' to perform an applause worthy emergency stop, involving a tree stump, handbrake and a shit-load of air. I threw myself away from the spinning vehicle and slammed into a thick-trunked tree, then dropped to the floor with an audible thump. Carefully, I climbed to my feet and stumbled towards the wreck of a car. They did one hell of a job of craning it. It was upside down and completely crushed. I dropped to my stomach and looked inside. There were two military police officers. Both were dead so they probably wouldn't mind if I borrowed one of their handguns and their ammo. I grabbed the drivers holster and pulled it off his belt, attaching it to my own. Inside was a handgun and spare clip of 15 rounds. The back of the car was empty so I got back up to my feet and looked around. To my surprise, I was not alone. There was a figure standing next to me. I span round and looked at him. He was wearing a grey wifebeater and a pair of blue jeans. From his wrist dangled a pair of handcuffs and an elaborate tattoo on his arm read 'Mother Love'. His brown hair was slicked back and his midnight blue eyes showed fear. However, what was more surprising was that I recognised this man. His name was Billy Coen, the most awesome Resident Evil character in existence.
"Billy Coen?" I asked in shock
"Who are you?" he asked, not showing any acknowledgement of what I said.
"Me? My name's Dom, and I have no intention of staying here. You'd be wise to pick up that other guys gun if you wanna make it out of here,"
Billy looked down at gun he had already picked up. Guess he has some sense then… good.
"What are you doing here?" he asked "and how do you know my name?"
I sighed and looked at him, " I don't have a clue how I got here and to your second question, I dunno, I guessed,"
He arched an eyebrow at me, "lucky guess,"
"Look does it really matter? I'll tell you more when we get out of this forest," I said, avoiding the real answer.
"Who said I was going anywhere with you?" he replied
"Those dogs did," I yelled as a dog with a gaping wound in its side burst through a hedge. I took off in the general direction of the train, Billy in close pursuit.
"Where are we going?" he yelled at me
"Forwards!" I screamed back as he overtook me. Shit the dogs were gonna catch up with me if I didn't speed up or unless I got a ride…
"Billy, run! And don't stop!" I yelled as I sprinted towards him and took a flying leap, landing on his back and clasping my hands together over his shoulders. He took the impact well and kept running until we burst into a clearing.
"Up ahead, there's a train!" I yelled in his ear. We couldn't see it but it was just past a few more trees, I was sure. And clearly I was right as we reached the door.
"It's a sliding door!" I yelled out as we approached at high speed and threw the door to the side. I slid off his back, pushed Billy through the door and hopped inside, closing it as the dogs got closer.
"You ok?" I asked him as he struggled to regain his breath,
"Oh yeah just fine," he said glaring at me. I flashed a grin in his direction and sat down to get a break.
Oscar's P.O.V.
You know that feeling you get when you've stuck your tongue in an electrical socket while blindingly piss drunk and being beaten over the head with an iron dumb-bell? That's how I was feeling when I woke up
"ooowwwww…" a chorus of guns being cocked welcomed me to the land of the living "…shit." My bleary eyesight gave way to a sharp image of 4 uniformed men and what appeared to be a teenage girl pointing various weaponry at me; ranging from handguns to an entry shotgun.
Needless to say this was not a preferred way to wake up.
Roughly, I was pulled to my feet and shoved into a seat by a thick set man who looked capable of wrestling a bear, evidently all of them were highly confused as to how the hell I ended up on…a CHOPPER!? "HOW THE FUCK DID I GET UP HERE FROM MY ROOM!?" was my first thought and simultaneously screamed sentence causing my assailant to wince due to the fact that; while screaming was pretty much the only way to be heard on board; I was still facing his ear.
"That's something we were going to ask you," he replied with an exasperated sigh and annoyed glare "unfortunately we'll be landing in a minute so I'll question you then." My reply to this was a raised eyebrow and a glance round the cabin, the four men I could not place at all but something was nagging me about the girl…
Coincidence struck again at this point, as my eyes widened upon recognition a random zombie dog howled to the moon and the tail of the helicopter exploded.
3 minutes later I was stumbling from the burning wreckage among the now recognisable S.T.A.R.S. members as they dragged equipment from the wrecked transport, it was then that I said the thing I had wanted to when I recognised 'Becca
"Fother of a Mucker, Dom was right, you DO look better in that basketball outfit," a resounding slap, coupled with a blush that would make a baboon jealous was her response. Captain what's-his-name ignored me for the moment in favour of setting up a perimeter and treating Edward for a slight whiplash due to the crash. I took this time to suddenly realize I had a change of wardrobe, from jeans and a T-shirt I went to wearing blue cargo pants, a white muscle shirt and a brown bomber jacket with black fingerless gloves. The final two additions to my wardrobe were the steel rimmed boots on my feet, which my cargo's were bandaged to, and a pair of contact lenses, at least as far as I could tell considering I could see perfectly and wasn't wearing my glasses.
The captain assigned some guy by the name of Dooley to watch over me and the chopper while the rest went on ahead to try and salvage their mission objective. Rebecca took one last look at me while she was leaving, her face still slightly red, I sighed in despair, I may not like Resident Evil but it doesn't take a genius to work out the one left behind was gonna die.
"Right, well I'd like to be civil: what's your name? Where ya from? And all that but honestly I'm more concerned how you got on my chopper while 200 feet in the air," He asked after a moments silence, with a slight scowl but more sheer confusion. I shrugged
"How am I supposed to know? In case you'd forgotten I was unconscious at the time," Dooley had the decency to look sheepish but pressed on
"well what happened to you before it?" I shrugged again,
"I was reading a book while my brother was playing a game and suddenly he starts complaining and my friend is tapping me on the shoulder, so I looked up, there's a threatening message on the screen and so my friend decides he's going to nut the…playstation, there's a fatal error…a flash of light…cock and then I woke up with you lot pointing guns at me, really quite awkward when you're only half awake, your brains coming up with odd things and the last thing you remember is cock," I finished.
I spent those minutes he was looking away; quietly palming 2 boxes of handgun rounds, a pack of shotgun shells, two S.T.A.R.S. utility belts and a few packets of roll ups, which had the words FOR HERBS ONLY on the packet. The utility belts contained two clips of handgun bullets in holsters, an ordinary combat knife, radio, LED flashlight, handcuffs, first aid spray and a seven slot for shotgun shells already full. Both also had a holster for a gun but only one actually had a gun.
"I don't really know why but I have to ask, what were you reading?" Dooley asked with an odd look, at this point I realised that 'The zombie survival guide' was safely in my pocket, so, grinning I pulled it out and showed him.
"The zombie survival guide? Huh, weird" he said. I shrugged for a third and final time, putting the book back in my pocket and pulling my jacket sleeve up to look at my watch,
"yeah well I'd lend it to you but for two reasons, the first I'm gonna need it and the second you will see in…6…5…4…3," I was cut off by a growling and bloodcurdling scream.
"AAAAAGGHHHHHH!!!" Dooley screamed as he was tackled to the ground, his custom S.T.A.R.S. Beretta knocked from his hand and his throat ripped out by a particularly hungry Cerberus.
"whoops my timings a bit off… what the fuck am I saying!?" I ran, kicking a Cerberus in my path whilst grabbing the gun still in the air and spectacularly…
Fucking up and tripping down a steep incline, coming to a painful rest at the bottom before running again, thankful no-one was watching, well at least I got the gun, and kicked the puppy, that was a bonus, the growling and barking following me wasn't. ignoring everything I ran, unknowingly running past the jeep my brother had taken an unscheduled ride on, past the fanned out S.T.A.R.S. Bravo team and up to 'Becca. The look on her face as I ran past was pure surprise, which rapidly changed to terror when she looked back and saw the approaching Cerberus pooch, after that she was running just as fast as I was. A large silhouette loomed out of the shadows as we approached, taking the form of a train, all rational fact was currently being unprocessed in my mind, if it was I would have climbed a tree and STAYED there but no I had to run into the blindingly obviously abandoned and doomed train where my life would be put in further danger, it's logic. Unfortunately Rebecca's Logic extended to having once solved a Rubix cube in third grade, so obviously she followed me. I slammed the door open, climbed in, dragged 'Becca up with little difficulty and proceeded to slam the door, quite comically a Cerberus crashed, face first against it, of course being made of rotten flesh, it's jaw split in two and spread out across the window pane while it's muzzle crumpled in on itself from the force, it's tongue lolling about turning the image from comical to disgusting before it slowly slid off.
'Becca breathed a slow sigh of relief, taking a step back and tripping over a Rubix cube. Instead of taking the divine warning she instead pocketed it and vowed to solve this one as well. Slowly she turned round to view the compartment we were in.
They were parted by an unescapable destiny.
Leon: Ummm…Mr. Narrator? Wrong game.
Mr. Narrator: Oh dude, seriously?
Leon: Yeah
Mr. Narrator: Shit
Dom: You Cock….
A/N: alright second chapter is up and i will hopefully update soon, however i do have exams next week so sorry if it takes a little longer. Anyway that's that and please review!