Resident Evil: Nightmares Awaken

Chapter 3 of my Resident Evil story, introduces the last of the main characters, enjoy.

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Disclaimer: Resident Evil belongs to Capcom.

Chapter 3: Awakening

12:01 PM, 8th May 1995

In the Raccoon City News Network main building, the head of the building was in her office. The head of the company was a twenty year old woman named Anita Bianchi, who, thanks to her prodigal drive in her teen years led to her meteoric rise in the news industry until she reached her current position. Anita has medium long blonde hair which she tied up in an elegant ponytail and green eyes, she was Caucasian with tan skin due to her heritage, she was part Italian and part Brazilian. Anita was currently dressed in a watermelon pink strapless short dress and red flats. There was a knock at her office door.

"Yes," She called out in rather arrogant upper class manner.

The door opened and a Caucasian man aged twenty-nine walked in. He had short reddish-brown hair and hazel eyes. He was dressed in a simple business suit, black dress pants, white shirt, black suit jacket, black socks and black shoes. His name was Harry Jacobs; he was Anita's Personal Assistant. He walked over to the desk and Anita sat back in her seat.

"What now Harry?" She snapped, ever since the Cannibal Killers incident started to get out of hand and the gates had been sealed Harry been coming in and out of her office several times.

Harry was used to her attitude and didn't break his cool.

"Nancy is here, she said she found something important and wants your approval to put it on the news."

She sighed and told him to bring Nancy into the office.

Nancy stepped in; she was twenty-one with tan skin, long blonde hair covering her right eye with several strands covering her left eye and brown eyes. She was dressed in a white knee length V-necked dress and gold hi-heels. Nancy was a newsreader for the evening news, she was one of the few people, the other being Harry that Anita showed any kindness too, however slight.

"What's going on Nancy?" Anita asked, her arrogance disappeared when she saw that Nancy had that gleam in her eye which suggested major news.

"I was trying to get to work when those freaks nearly attacked me." She explained breathlessly, "I managed to get away, although one grabbed onto my car, he fell off and dropped this."

She handed Anita a folder, Anita took and stared wide-eyed at what was on the front of it. On the front was a logo she was familiar with, as were a lot of people in Raccoon City, but in her case it was with suspicion rather than respect. The logo was an eight segmented circle alternating between red and white in colour, it was the logo of the Umbrella Pharmaceutical Company. It was marked confidential and Anita knew right then that she was holding one of the company's great secrets in her hands.

Anita trembled with excitement and looked up at Nancy, smirking.

"Do you realize what you've just handed me Nancy?" She asked, Nancy nodded, "I recognized the symbol, I thought you would want some dirt on them."

"This is perfect, this is going on the air tonight, first item," She remarked excitedly.

Nancy nodded an Harry hurriedly began to note down what was going on, just then a loud smash and some screams caught their attention.

"What the hell is going on!" Anita snapped, annoyed at the interruption. She stood up and with Harry and Nancy accompanying her she stormed out of the office to investigate, leaving the Umbrella folder on the desk.

When they stepped out they saw that the cannibal killers had attacked the news studio and had attacked their colleagues. They turned and began to go towards them; Nancy screamed and ran off through one of the doors.

"What the fuck!" Anita screamed, enraged at this, Harry shook his head, "Let's get out of here."

"Who do you think you are telling me what to do," She snapped, Harry remained calm however, "If we don't get outta here we're gonna be their next victims."

Anita immediately went quiet and then, grudgingly agreed. However as they ran one of the killers stumbled and, hit the ground before reaching out and grabbing Harry's leg.

"Get off!"

Before Harry could struggle free the man bit into his leg.

Harry pulled free and limped through the doorway Anita had gone through, they slammed it shut and stopped to catch their breath.

"Okay, what the fuck is going on," Anita snapped, she then turned and saw Harry's injury, "Jesus, that creep actually bit you."

"It's fine, it's nothing, c'mon, let's get outta here, get outta this damn city." Harry replied, Anita glared.

"We can't leave yet, we have major dirt on Umbrella, we have to expose them," She remarked, Harry shook his head, "This isn't the time."

Anita growled and shook her head, "Fine, guess we're walking...Can you walk?"

Harry tried to walk but stumbled on his bitten leg.

"Doesn't look like it," He replied, Anita sighed, "Alright, alright, let's go."

She grudgingly helped him stand before they began to walk out of the building.

13:22 PM, 8th May 1995

Within a trashed office several bodies lay amongst the rubble, suddenly one moved. The young man that moved groaned and sat up slowly and painfully, he looked bleary eyed around at the chaos around him.

'What the hell, what happened here,' He thought before groaning and grabbing his head, 'Shit, my head, wha...'

He felt something sticky and pulled his hand away, there was blood. He noticed that he was covered in blood. He staggered to his feet, fighting the wave of dizziness.

"Argh shit...yeah, this is definitely my blood." He muttered as he doubled over in pain.

He finally managed to straighten up and looked around.

'What happened, this place looks like a bombs hit it, who are these people,' He thought to himself, he thought back, 'Argh...I can't remember, why is everything so...hazy?'

He tried to think back, remember something, anything about himself, 'Dammit, my head keeps pounding when I try to remember, why can't I remember...I can't even remember my name?'

He groaned and looked around; he found only one desk still intact. He looked over it, the name plate on the desk read J Maxwell, there was remnants of a computer and various other things on the desk but they were trashed. Finally he found something, an ID card; he picked it up and read the name, J Maxwell. The picture on the card was his.

'This is me, J Maxwell, my name...but what does the J stand for...argh, what the fuck happened here?'

He looked over at saw an unbroken mirror that allowed him to see his full appearance and match it with the picture. J was a young Caucasian man aged nineteen; he had medium length messy black hair, the fringe of which fell over his eyes. It was matted and caked with blood, he had blue eyes and was dressed in a pair of black jeans that had several bloodstains on them, he also wore a grey T-shirt with had several bloodstains, including a large section over his stomach area that was soaked in blood, he also wore white socks and white sneakers coated with blood, his blood. There was a gash on his forehead and a large cut on his left forearm.

J shook his head, "Jesus," He muttered to himself, "What happened to me?"

Shaking his head, ignoring the stabbing pain he returned his attention to the desk, looking for any clues as to his identity. All he could find was a single handgun with two spare ammunition clips; he sighed and decided to take them with him.

'Gotta see to these injuries first.'

He staggered out of the office and saw that, just opposite his room was a first aid station.

"Thank God for that," He muttered, he staggered over and headed inside.

Once inside he found what he was looking for, after verifying that the bloodstains on his jeans and trainers were blood drops and his injuries were mostly to his upper body. He removed his shirt and got to work. Soon he had treated his injures and bandaged them as best as he could. He pulled his shirt back on, covering the bandages around his stomach; only the bandages on his arm and around his head were visible. Still covered in blood on his clothes he turned and, strapping on his handgun he left the first aid station. He looked around, the hallways were completely white, he shook his head.

'Fucked up interior design,' He thought wryly, 'Okay, let's get outta here.'

He looked around and finally saw a wall map that directed him to the exit. Still feeling a little light-headed J began to walk to the exit. As he made it to the main hall he saw something on the ground, it was a red and white eight segmented circular symbol.

'This symbol, it looks familiar, but how...Damn, there goes my head again.'

Ignoring the pounding headache he forced himself to move on and opened the front door and headed out into the city.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.