Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil. Resident Evil is owned by Capcom and I am just borrowing their ideas for a story. All O.C.s are all mine.
"Another round for me!" replied the drunkard.
It was a busy day. There were a countless amount of men in the bar that cold, gloomy October afternoon. Men were buying Whiskey and Beer to ease their frail bodies of the harsh conditions at Fort Duquesne. The fortified town was in a poor state. Ever since the French and Indian War, the town was heavily taxed to cover the payment of the battles. The only man that didn't seem to be affected by the town's current state was the saloon owner, John Barley. John was a huge man, six foot four inches and weighing at 265 pounds. Although his body seemed strong, it was a little battered by the war. John sustained injuries after a bayonet charge that left him with two gashes, one that left a jagged horizontal scar across his face, and the other on the middle of his back. But his war days are behind him now. He turned his life around, purchasing the only saloon in the town, trying to make an easy living after the harsh battles of the Seven Year's War.
John loved his new life as a saloon owner and bartender. He would listen to all the crazy stories the townsfolk would tell. After drying off a shot glass, he turned his attention to a table of two drunken farmers.
"Hey, did ya here about Francis and his boy, Joseph?" asked the first man.
"Yea, heard about them goin' missin' and all." replied the other.
"I bet it's those damn Savages running around bare assed like they own the place!"
"Yeah, I don't get why they even wear that damned make-up, like they queer or something'."
"Wait!" said John. "What did ya'll say happen to Francis and his boy?"
"They disappeared, all their belongings still where they left them and all."
"Well, that's a shame. Francis was a good soldier, great friend, and one helluva father. What they gonna do about this?"
"Well I heard they gonna assemble themselves a little party of some sort to get to the bottom of whatever the hell happened."
"Well, if what you say is true, I wanna be in this party. Francis was a fine man, and we were good friends. We fought alongside each other during that war. If anyone has the right to look for him, that'll be me."
"Well all you gotta do is volunteer by telling' the sheriff that you wanna lead the trip out to the wilderness."
"Alright, thanks, now I'll let ya'll get back to ya drinkin' and gossipin' now. Ya'll take care now."
"O.K. John, I like that beer of yours, and at a good price too, 'specially for these hard times. Keep it up, ya hear?"
John returned to the bar, doing what he enjoyed, selling and serving beer, reminiscing to the fellow citizens of Fort Duquesne.
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John did something he had never done in his three years of owning the only pub in the town; he closed it early. Yes, it upset many of the regulars that daily went into the bar, but they either understood John or feared to oppose him because he wasn't only the pub's owner, but also the largest man they had ever seen.
After closing the bar, he ran for the jailhouse to speak to the sheriff, the mayor's brother. He soon spotted the sheriff, Andy Jenkins, at his usual desk with paperwork.
"Hey Andy, how are you?"
"O, I'm alright John, how are you?"
"I'm fine I guess, but what's this about Francis and Joseph?"
"The two were planning a hunting trip for his boy. He been planning' it for weeks. But yesterday, after their departure into the woods five miles south to Francis' favorite huntin' ground, they were never seen or heard of again. So we are assembling' a search party to find them, dead or alive, and get to the bottom of this mess, once and for all."
"Well, can I lead the expedition? You know as well as I do and everyone else that I can handle this responsibility, and I have experience that many of these people in this town don't have. So what do ya say about this?"
"John, I understand what your goin' through and all, but I just don't know now. Yes, he was your friend, but there is nothing you can do to undo what has already happened. And plus with you and this bar and all, with your business shut down for a couple of days, that isn't fair to the hard workin' men who need a drink."
"That is no problem. I'll just have someone take over for me as I'm gone. And it's just going to be a night. I'll be back by the next day and I'll continue my business. I just need to know what happened to Francis. First, them Indians attack and kill my family durin' the war, and now my best friend too? Just can't stand here and let this opportunity slip, Andy."
"Alright, John, but don't let me regret it. Meet here at six in the morning', right when the sun begins to rise out of the sky."
"K, I'll be here, you just make sure you can find men that can keep up with me and can follow orders."
John hurriedly exited the jailhouse and ran straight home to gather supplies for the morning's journey.
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John grabbed his pack and filled it with basic necessities, including a canteen filled with water and some left over deer steak. It took him a mere ten minutes to pack his bag with all he needed, including his gun he used during the war; a musket with a bayonet attached to the end. He also grabbed the flint-lock pistol as well, with ammunition; and laid all the items into the corner of his room.
After packing, he grew tired of today's adventure. He stripped his body of his clothes and laid into his bed, covering his body from the outside's harsh bitter cold. He stared into oblivion for an hour with today's events constantly in his head, his mind wandering freely, until he eventually drifted into a steady slumber.
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The man was running wild in the trees, dodging the stumbling undead. Equipped with a tomahawk, hunting knife, and a bow and arrow, he attacked the undead. He managed to kill a few until there were too many of them, and he was getting overwhelmed by the numerous amounts of the monsters. The Indian jumped onto his horse, cursing at the evil beings as he rode off to his tribe.
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Author's Note:
First I would like to thank everyone who are continuing to read and review this story. I feel as though my story could have some boring parts to some if it doesn't show action like my prologue did. I feel that a story needs to have these boring parts to tell the story better and to help the readers fully understand the story better.
I won't lie, it is difficult to choose a good plot and following events in my chapters that will entertain all. So if your not entertained, I apologize. I assure you that if you follow with me, the story will get better, I presume. Again, I am open to feedback, good or bad, and hope you enjoyed my first chapter of Resident Evil: Frontier.