Chapter 2

The Helicopter continued to fly over the city, the chaos below evident. In the sunrise, it was revealed the thousands of figures wandering the streets, the fires spitting massive clouds of smoke into the air. It left Chris wondering "what do they do now?" He looked over at Jill, who was looking out of the window, down at the ruined city. The sudden beeping from the control panel got their attention.

"What's going on?" Chris asked, moving closer to the front of the chopper.

"Strap yourself in!" Wesker yelled. "They're going to shoot us down!"
"What!" Jill cried out.

"Who's going to shoot us down?" Chris asked, his voice full of panic.

Wesker looked over his shoulder, under his glasses, his eyes accused Chris of being the single dumbest being in existence. The explosion shook the chopper, and it began to spin. The tail had been hit, causing the Helicopter to spiral out of control. Chris was thrown by the force, slamming against the door, which began to give way.

"Chris!" Jill yelled, reaching for him.

Wesker was out of his seat in a flash. His balance was amazing as he moved across the floor of the plummeting chopper, and grabbed Chris just as the door slid open. The force tore Chris out of the chopper, dragging Wesker along with him.

"Chris! Albert!" Jill screamed. It was only a few seconds later that the Helicopter hit the ground hard.

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It was dark, and Chris could hear his heart beating in his ears. Shaking his head to get rid of the grogginess, it wasn't long before he realized he could breath. Opening his eyes, he found himself submerged in water. Resisting the urge to panic, he began swimming upwards.

Breaking through the Surface of the lake, he was shocked to find himself in the center of Raccoon Park. He swam over to the edge of the lake, and pulled himself up onto the concrete walkway and over the railing. Letting himself collapse on the cold concrete, he was so wet he could feel the water dripping off of him. Finally, he willed himself to his feet, and looked around. He looked towards the exit. In order to get there, he'd have to take out a few of the zombies. He looked around for an alternative, finding himself looking at the graveyard.

"Fuck that." He said, drawing his gun and starting towards the zombies. As he drew near the first one, he aimed and pulled the trigger, resulting in a click. The zombie looked at him, and started to shamble towards him. Again, Chris pulled the Trigger, and still nothing happened. He quickly checked the safety and found that it was indeed off. Pulling the trigger again, and still nothing. Starting to panic now, he pulled back the slide on his pistol, and watched as water and a small goldfish drained out.

"Shit!" Chris yelled, throwing the ruined gun down. The nearest zombie was almost upon him now. Seeing no other alternative, Chris cocked his arm back, and threw a wild haymaker at it. The force of the blow actually tore open the zombies neck, causing it's head to fall over and hang barely on my a small scrap of decaying skin for a moment before falling completely off. The zombie dropped, but more were still coming. Chris got ready as more came, but gun shots suddenly filled the air. Behind the Zombies, Chris could see a member of the RCPD shooting them and clearing a path.

"Come on!" The cop said, climbing back into his squad car. Chris quickly ran towards the street, charging through the locked gate with a shoulder ram, and climbed into the open passenger door. As soon as he was in, the cop hit the gas, and the car sped away.

"Kevin Ryman, RCPD." The cop said, taking his hand off the steering wheel and offering it to Chris.

"Chris Redfield, S.T.A.R.S." Chris answered, shaking it.

"Ah, good,. I was hoping you'd have combat experience. Do you know anything about the outbreak?" Keven asked him.

"No, I was at the Halloween party when the station was attacked. As far as I know, only me and three others escaped. Three of us in one chopper, and another in a separate one. Our heli was shot down, and we got separated."

"Tough shit. Well, I don't really have a plan, but you can stick with me. We have to get out of the city some how."

"I agree, but first I have to find my partners." Chris said.

"Well, how do you know they're still alive."

"Well, one of them is Albert Wesker."

Kevin slammed the breaks, and quickly turned his head, staring at Chris wide eyed. "the Albert Wesker."

"Um... zombies" Chris said, nervously motioning to the crowd that had began to gather around the car.
"the amazingly awesome, god of S.T.A.R.S. Albert Wesker?"

"Um, can we get moving. We're getting surrounded."

"The most amazing special forces agent to ever walk the..." Kevin was cut off as a zombie broke through his window, and grabbed him, pulling him out.

"Kev... awe fuck it!" Chris said, not putting to much fight up as the obviously moronic cop was pulled from the car kicking and screaming. "Sure could use a gun though."

At that exact moment, Kevin's gun flew into the window, his hand attached to it still. "Well, hell, god does have a sense of humor." Chris said, picking up the gun. Looking around the car, he found himself completely surrounded. Seeing nothing else to do, he quickly slid over into the driver seat, and floored the gas. It was a little bumpy, but after awhile, he found himself in the free and clear.

"Now to find Jill and Albert." He said to himself, as he sped down the road.