Resident Evil

"Devil's Plague"

Characters from Resident Evil

Alice, Carlos Olivera, Claire Redfield, Betty, Mikey, K-Mart, Chase, L.J and Otto

Characters I created

Jared Redfield, Alan Redfield

Author's Note: I am just narrowing down the characters that opened up the story and slowing turning them into the Resident Evil ones.

Chapter 2: Near Death

I woke to the sounds of gunfire and moaning and a lot of the soldiers down below screaming in pain. What the hell? Oh crap! I fell asleep and Rick did also. I jumped up and ran over to the edge and spotted a horrible event. Zombies were attacking us! I counted approximately 30 of them trying to get in. Some of them were already dead but the rest were still invading the motel. Who knows how many got inside and got our sleeping soldiers. But someone was still alive.

"Rick! Jared!" Sarge yelled as loud as he could.

"Sorry, we're here now! Bastards must have side stepped us," I said trying to lie about falling asleep.

"Bullshit start shooting asshole, half the platoon is down! You're lucky I woke up early!" he yelled back at me.

Wish I had grabbed a machine gun though or had the .50. I zoomed in on one zombie but I froze. I recognized the clothing. These bastards were the same group that attacked those soldiers from before. The ones I didn't shoot at. They followed us! I guess they do have a little bit of memory. Basic hunting instincts I guess follow your prey. After some deep thought about it I started pulling the trigger picking them off one by one. Then Rick started but he stopped shortly after. I looked over at him trying to figure out what his deal was.

"What's up?" I asked.

"We need that .50 up," he said.

"Dude, we can't get down there. And mostly everyone is dead so don't be stupid," I said to him.

What was he thinking? There were still a good 15 zombies down there. Even if he got to the .50 he wouldn't have time to set it up before the zombies got to him. Then without warning he ran and jumped to the ground behind the zombies and ran towards the nearest humvee. I tried picking off zombies that were getting close to him but just as he threw his weapon into the back of the humvee a zombie grabbed him as I was reloading.

"Rick!" I screamed but it was no good.

The zombie bit into his neck and he screamed. I didn't react I just held my head in shame. The zombies then pushed forward and some screams of pain escaped into the air and the gunfire from below eventually stopped.

I sat there on the edge of the roof with my weapon lying beside me. I looked at the zombies below me gathering. Some of them were civilians while others were some of my fellow comrades. I wonder what it would be like to be one of those things. Stumbling around with hardly any memory. Trying to track down the remaining humans. If there even was anybody else. For the two months we were travelling we only came across zombies. It just seemed like everything on earth was slowly dying. Then something in the distance made me pick up my weapon. I stood up and used my scope to see what it was, but it was moving fast. A woman on a bike! Great, this just made my day. But what was she doing? There were still at least 20 zombies down there. She stopped a little bit behind them giving her some distance. Then I saw her get off her bike and pulled out binoculars to look at the situation. I saw her smile so she knew I was watching her through the scope.

Then she started walking forward and she pulled out two semi-automatic machine guns and pointed them ahead and started firing at the zombies. One by one they started falling. I started shooting the rest of the zombies until they were all dead. Then we stopped firing and looked at each other. I didn't know what to say. I didn't think there were any more survivors.

"Well you better get down if you want to live," she said to me in a serious tone.

I didn't respond but I carefully jumped down. I glanced at the motel but only saw a mess of zombies. No point of going through that for ammo.

"Are one of those things loaded?" she asked.

I looked back at her and she rolled her eyes to the humvees.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"My name is Alice. I see you are highly trained in weaponry. Maybe not as much as myself but you could definitely be of use," she said.

I laughed at that. "Of use? What's your rank?"

She looked at me and put on her angry expression. "Head of security for the Umbrella Corporation," she answered.

Head of security? Who was she kidding? Then again I guess I didn't have a lot of military combat training. I just know the basics to firing any kind of weapon.

"Get whatever you can and let's go," she instructed.

I looked back towards the motel and shrugged it off. There was still some ammo and handguns left in one of the humvees so I grabbed that one and pulled out behind her. There wasn't much use of me having a humvee with a .50 on it with no one to operate it but I didn't have any other transport and it gave us safe sleeping quarters so it would be handy. But I wasn't going to be trapped on that motel till I ran out of food so it was good to not feel alone.

End of Chapter 2