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: From here it will tie into the Extinction timeline. I will add scenarios and take away however but definitely keep reading from here on.

Chapter 3: Wasteland

"My name is Alice, The Umbrella Corporation thought they'd contained the infection. But Raccoon City was just the beginning. Within weeks the T-Virus had infected the United States. Within months, the world. The virus didn't just wipe out human life. Lakes and rivers dried up, forests became deserts and whole continents were reduced to nothing more then barren wastelands. Slowly but surely, The Earth began to wither and die,"

Staying on the road seemed to be the only way to stay alive. Days went by and I was travelling with this Alice person, just driving blindly trying to find gas here and there. Still didn't seem like any other life out there.

We parked our vehicles behind a rock on the side of the road. A gas station was ahead but Alice said she spotted a zombie hanging about. She studied the area with binoculars and I just stepped off to the side and watched.

"Well, seems to be just the one kicking about, want to take a shot?" she offered to me.

I laughed but definitely agreed. I grabbed my sniper rifle from the humvee and started assembling it. As I was doing it a familiar phrase popped into my head.

"This is my rifle, this is my gun, this is for fighting and this is for fun,"

I paused. I didn't realize I had said it out loud. I glanced over at Alice but she just smiled at me.

"Don't worry I understand," she answered.

I zoomed in on the zombie just hanging out. Looked like he was enjoying life with the undead. Too bad it was over. I pulled the trigger and watched as a hole emerged from his head and he flew backwards against a delivery truck and fell to the ground dead.

"Well that takes care of that," I said as I put my rifle away.

"Not bad, But it was a little off centre," Alice said as I walked towards the humvee.

I rolled my eyes as I got inside the humvee. We drove over to the station and pulled up beside the tanks. Just as I got out she shut her radio off. Thought I heard a voice crackling about it but I didn't think much of it.

"Wait here, keep a look out. No gas here. I'm going in," she said.

"No gas?" I repeated.

She turned and looked at me. I was out of gas. This was not going to be good. I looked at the delivery truck when she turned around and went inside. I couldn't see keys and the tank looked empty to me. Then I spotted what looked like a motorcycle poking out from behind the building. In a brief moment of excitement I ran around to look at the bike then froze.

"Shit," I mumbled under my breath.

Two dogs all covered in blood were there feasting on some poor dude. I took a step backwards but stepped on a dry stick and it snapped causing the dogs to look up at me.

"Alice!" I yelled.

The two dogs faced me and I went for my 9mm. They both let out a bark and charged. I slipped and fell on my back as the dogs leaped towards me. I pulled the trigger on my gun and the dog sailed over top of me. I hit him right in the stomach but he wasn't dead. The second dog leaped, aiming right for my face. As he was inches away a gun blasted off and his head exploded and blood splattered all over me. I looked over and saw Alice standing there holding a book in her hand along with a shotgun in her other hand. The other dog barked and attacked Alice but she was quicker and pulled the trigger before the dog reached her. I was still lying there on my back stunned with the situation. She looked over at me.

"You okay?" she asked.

I nodded but I was speechless. She walked over to me and helped me on my feet. Then she spotted the bike and the dead guy beside it. Keys were in the dirt beside it.

"Is this what you were after?" She asked referring to the motorcycle.

I nodded and informed her my humvee was out of gas. And with no one on the .50 it was pointless to have. The only thing it gave me was safe sleeping quarters. Alice remained outside all the time. She pointed her gun at the dead guy and put a bullet in his head just in case.

"Do you know how to drive one of these things?" she asked.

"Sort of. But something tells me no cop will come and pull me over," I said.

"Okay go ahead. We have some driving to do so be prepared for speed," she said and walked back to her bike.

I picked up the keys and sat on the bike and rocked it back and forth.

"I feel the need, the need for speed," I commented as I turned the keys and revved the ignition and sped off towards Alice and my humvee.

I gathered up all the ammo and guns I could from the humvee and left almost everything else. I only brought what I needed to survive. Food, guns and ammo were all I really needed.

We got back on the road shortly after Alice had a little look at the book she had gathered. I was anxious to find out about it, as she was excited for it. So we drove along to Salt Lake City as there was apparently a distress call coming from some radio station. Salt Lake was a city that didn't survive though so it seemed kind of funny there were survivors. We stopped the bikes outside and looked at the station.

"This is K.L.K.B. there are 7 people in here in need of medical attention. This is K.L.K.B. can anybody help us," a women's voice was crying over the station.

I got off my bike and went to grab my weapon but Alice stopped me.

"Not this time. Something feels off about this just stay out here and keep a look out. Out of site if you can," she said.

"Okay, call me if you need backup," I said to her.

Without another word she entered the station. I just stood there and watched the empty streets. It felt eerie standing here alone on an empty street. Normally this place would be packed with people and cars whizzing by. But being the end of the world there was nothing. A few moments went by and I looked back at the station. It still looked quiet in there. I wondered what was going on. I was just about to go check it out when the radio on Alice's bike crackled. It was a man's voice. The same voice I heard earlier. I took one last glance at the radio station and figured Alice could handle herself and walked over to the radio.

"Hello," I said in a shaky voice.

There was a brief pause.

"Who is this, are you infected?" the voice repeated.

"No I'm not. My name is Jared," I answered.

He paused again.

"One moment hang on pal," he said and went quiet again.

"Jared?" A female voice asked a few moments later.

"Is that really you?" she asked.

A part of me made me smile. I have been waiting to hear her voice for so long now. And now I know she's all right.

"Yes it is," I answered.

"Oh, thank god where are you right now? Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah I'm fine, I'm with someone named Alice and we're at a radio station in Salt Lake right now," I told her.

"Is she there right now?" she asked me.

"No she went inside, there were apparently some survivors broadcasting from in there," I answered.

"We received that also, is there any chance you can remain where you are? We're not quite at Salt Lake but within the hour we could be there," she said.

I looked back towards the radio station entrance. Alice still wasn't back yet and I began to worry a little bit.

"I'll talk to her and we'll see," I said.

"Okay, Nice talking to you. Be Safe," she said and that ended the conversation.

I put the radio thing back on her bike where I picked it up. She still didn't come back out so I pulled out my 9mm and moved towards the radio station. I was just about to enter when she came out and we almost collided. She was quick and put her pistol to my neck but didn't fire thankfully.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asked.

"Well you were gone awhile so I was coming to see what the problem was," I said.

She was just about to explain when her watch went off.

"Damnit!" She said as she moved to cover the bikes.

I stayed where I was hidden. She then moved back and stood beside me. We stayed there for a few minutes.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"The umbrella corporation," she answered.

I looked at her puzzled. She sighed, as she didn't feel like telling me.

"When the first outbreak happened. Back in raccoon city they did something to me. An environmentalist named Max and myself were the only survivors. But he got infected and they took him off separately. Then they did stuff to me and let's just say it wasn't exactly a cakewalk. It's difficult to explain but we need to keep moving," she said.

"What about the survivors?" I asked.

"We need to keep moving," she repeated as she went to uncover the bikes.

End of chapter 3

Still working on chapter 4 but I figured I'd let you guys see what I have so far.