A/N: Hay everybody. For starters, I wanted to let folks know that I kind of screwed up the date in the last chapter. I meant to put down September, 28th since it was suppose to take place in the late hours of that day and carry into the 29th where things will really kick off in Raccoon City. I fixed the mistake, and wanted to apologise to my readers for it incase of any confusion in this coming chapter.
And as for this one, Ethan's going to discover that the zombies and escaped BOWs won't be the only things he has to worry about as he fights through the streets. And it'll take all his brain power, skill and firepower just to survive. But I've bored you enough already, lets get back to it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil.
Chapter 26:
"He who does not fear death, cares naught for threats." - Pierre Corneille
September 29, 1998 - Abandoned Apartment Complex (Raccoon City)
The loud roar of helicopters overhead had Ethan sitting upright, Beretta in hand before realizing he wasn't being attacked. Jumping from the bed and going to the window, he could make out the forms of multiple black hawks visible in the early morning sky as they spread out along the city.
He couldn't make out the insignia on the underbelly of the air units, but knew that it could either be the UBCS sent to 'find survivors' or the Spec. Ops teams sent by the government to figure out what was going on in the city.
Stepping back from the window, he checked his watch and saw that he had been asleep for about four hours. More then enough to hold him over for a while, and he needed to make sure that the daylight that was coming to him counted before night fell again.
After gathering up all his gear and checking his weapons, he picked the photo up from the bed and slipped it back into his pocket before unbarricading the bedroom door and heading out into the living room, doing the same to the front door before slowly opening it a crack and checking the hallway for anything that could have changed since he got there.
Finding the coast clear, he slipped out into the corridor and treading his way to the stairwell he had come up before. The HK5 in hand and sweeping the various doors on either side, he was about halfway to the exit when his ears perked up.
A wet sound, coupled with the scraping of something sharp against plaster coming from the opposite end of the hall.
Spinning on his heel, weapon's scope to his eye as he searched for the source. The shadows that overtook the far end making it hard to see where anything was making him flick on the small flashlight attached to the underside of the guns barrel. The beam of light cutting through the darkness and revealing the far back wall, long, dark-crimson drips going down the surface.
Ethan aimed farther up, the spot of light moving with it as he followed the trail up toward the ceiling and led to a shifting mass of pink/red muscle. When the light hit it, the creature that had been slumbering while clinging to the tiles above snapped its head up revealing an exposed brain riddled with red veins and a mouth full of sharp teeth that hissed dangerously at him.
"Shit." he muttered about to pull the trigger when a long, whip-like tongue shot from the creature's mouth, wrapping around the teen's gun and snatching it from his grasp, sending it clattering to the ground under where it was perched.
The Licker dropped from the ceiling, flipping while in the air so that it landed on all fours, raising up on its arms and hissed at him, the exposed muscles of its body tensing as it prepared to leap.
Reaching back, Ethan pulled out his combat knife and held it reverse-blade while waiting for the BOW to make its move. He didn't wait long as the Licker launched itself forward, claws outstretched ready to cleave him to pieces. The traveler waited until the last possible moment before jumping over it, slashing his arm down and carving a deep gash along the creature's back as it flew past him.
Landing on his feet, the teen heard the Licker screech from the injury it had sustained as it landed in a heap behind him. Spinning around and facing it with his knife at the ready, the Licker slowly turned as well, blood oozing down from its back down its side and arms, darkening the already stained carpet.
A deep growl emitted from the back of its throat before opening its maw wide and sending its supernaturally long tongue directly at him like a spear.
Ethan braced himself, adrenaline pumping as time around him slowed. His left hand lashed out and caught the slick appendage in mid-air, gripping it hard as the Licker leapt at him again in a primal frenzy.
Working fast, the teen spun around, coiling the tongue around his waist as the creature closed the gap. Ducking down to avoid its razor-sharp claws before driving his blade up through its chest into its heart. The Licker gave out a sharp yelp before the knife in its chest twisted and cutting it off abruptly, body slumping against Ethan before he tossed it off to the side.
The body twitched for a few seconds before going completely still. Ethan unwrapped the tongue from his waist and retrieved his submachine gun before checking the body of the BOW, making sure that it was really dead. "That...was definitely not here last night." he said to himself lowly before turning back to the door leading to the stairwell and continuing on his original path.
'Gotta stay focused, better reach that location and get that package before something else can happen.' he through going down each flight as quietly as possible to avoid garnering the attention of anything else that hadn't been there the first time he had passed through this area.
Reaching the bottom, he pushed the door open and stepped out into the crisp early morning air. The sun had started rising to the North-East, but clouds had already started gathering meaning that there was probably a strong chance of rain.
In the end, it could prove to work in his favor. Masking his scent from BOWs and eliminating ways for Umbrella's elite squads from tracking him if they happened to be on his trail. But he'd have to work fast, the coordinates roughly a mile from where he currently was but still a lot of ground to cover depending how many hordes were between here and there.
Adjusting the grip on his HK5, he stepped toward the mouth of the alleyway-
-Only to stop cold when he felt the barrel of a rifle pressed to the back of his head. "Don't move." said a chilled voice obscured by something, the clicking of the rifles safety coming off punctuating the unspoken threat.
Turning his head to look over his shoulder, Ethan watched the air shimmer behind him before a man wearing a black body suit with a hood, kevlar vest and gas mask with glowing, neon-blue lenses. M16 assault rifle with an attached scope in his hands in line for a kill shot should he not to what he says.
He recognized the telltale visage of Vector, one of the members of the USS team known as 'Wolfpack'. And if he was here, then that meant-
-Another click was heard, he looked forward and saw the barrel of an MP5 in his face. Held by a small Asian woman with black hair wearing a similar outfit with a half-mask covering her mouth and nose, her almond-shaped eyes narrowing dangerously as she kept the weapon leveled. "You're coming with us, drop your weapon." she spoke evenly.
Ethan kept his eyes locked on to Four-Eyes while at the same time keeping tabs on Vector in his peripheral vision. They got the drop on him, and there was no telling how many others in their team were laying in wait for him to make a run for it, he needed to buy time to be sure.
"So Umbrella finally decided to come after me in the end, huh? What kept you guys so long, decided to site-see a bit?" he asked casually.
The barrel of the assault rifle behind him dug hard into the back of his neck, "Bad time to be making jokes, kid. Your one hair's-length from becoming another statistic in this hell, I'd follow our instructions if I was you." growled the man on his six.
Letting go of his gun, letting it dangle at his side from its strap as he slowly raised his hands in surrender. "Smart move," Vector hissed before shoving him forward, "Walk." Four-Eyes stepped out of the way as they both stood behind him with their guns trained while they walked out of the alley.
"Spectre, we got him." the scientist said into her ear piece making the teen perk up a little.
"I have you three in sight, I'll contact Lupo and the others and let them know." came the Russian's calm tone on the other end.
'So there are only three of them.' Ethan thought, already starting to formulate a plan. 'Spectre's covering from the rooftops in an overwatch position leaving these two on the ground.' his eyes swept the street as they continued moving forward. 'Only three other alleys here, the next street is over 100 feet from here, too far with their sniper watching. Will have to settle for the closest alley.'
Taking in all the dead cars and other debris around them, he figured out the best way to escape before looking up at the surrounding buildings, searching for...there he was. Against the backdrop of the slowly lightening skies, he could make out the outline of a man on a five-story building, braced against the high-ledge with a rifle to his eye while he watched them.
'I've got one shot at this, if I'm off even slightly...I'll be dead in the street in less than two seconds.' Steeling himself, he paused halfway across the street making the USS agents behind him pause as well. "Hay! Keep moving!" Vector demanded raising his weapon.
Ethan smirked expecting this. In the next moment he spun around, grabbing the barrel of the rifle while at the same time snapping his foot up and slamming it into the man's forearm releasing his hold on the weapon.
A right-cross nearly took his mask off and knocking him back several steps, Four-Eyes raised her own weapon only for the stock of the M16 to knock her aim off, spraying bullets into the side of a nearby car. Ethan tossed the weapon away, kneeing the female scientist in the gut knocking the wind out of her before spin-kicking her in the chest sending her crashing to the pavement.
The traveler flipped the weapon around and aimed up high, spraying half the clip at the rooftop and forcing Spectre into cover long enough for him to bolt for the side of the street under the building, making it all but impossible for the man to get a lock on him with his weapon.
Vector regained himself, pulling out his knife before engaging his active-camoflage and vanishing from sight. The teen stopped and spun around, rifle up as he searched for the recon specialist.
The rifle was yanked from his hands a moment later, Vector reappeared long enough to slash his knife dangerously close to his throat that forced him to lean back out of reach. The teen followed up with a combo of punches and kicks that the USS agent blocked and parried, jumping in the air and spin kicking Ethan in the chest while re-engaging his camo and vanishing again.
At this point, Four Eyes had gotten back to her feet, weapon in hand as she opened fire on the traveler who took cover behind the car in front of him. Up above, Spectre tried to get a shot, but the angle was too rough for him to get an effective one. "Damn! I'm heading to the ground, keep him where he is!" he said through the comms before running to the rooftop exit.
Returning fire on the Asian woman, and forcing her into cover, Ethan dropped back down and started to notice that they were drawing attention. Zombies had started shambling out of nearby buildings and alleys, attracted to the sound of gunfire and the possibility of a fresh meal as they began dragging themselves toward the combatants. 'I can use this to my advantage.' he thought while blind-firing over the car.
Four Eyes ducked down as the rounds peppered her cover, on the opposite side, one round struck an invisible target. Vector cursed as his camouflage deactivated, diving into cover and returning fire on their target. He stopped mid-trigger pull long enough to take out his knife and stab a zombie that had shuffled up behind them. "We need to end this fast, the damn corpses are starting to come out.
The scientist reached into her hip pack and pulled out a canister that resembled a grenade. "Then let's use these mindless creatures to our advantage." She pulled the pin before throwing it over the car they were hunkered behind.
The canister bounced on the cracked pavement before rolling under the car Ethan was behind. A moment later the top popped off and a bright-red fog began to exude from within it. Every zombie in the area suddenly paused in their movements, almost doing an about-face as they began to head toward where the grenade had gone off, attracted by the pheromones that was billowing out from under the car.
From their position, Vector and Four Eyes stood up and watched over half a dozen undead moved behind the car and fall to the ground, their hungry groans filling the air as they descended upon their victim. "That's it for him." said the recon specialist while reloading his rifle.
"Lupo and Command won't be happy to hear that he's dead." said the woman as they stepped around their cover and approached the feeding zone.
"Who fucking cares? Another witness is gone and can't spill their guts, especially since his are all over the ground by now." said the recon specialist. They approached the car, taking out their side arms as the pheromones began to fade away...
Revealing the undead attempting to crawl under the car after the canister Four Eyes had thrown. No blood, no body, nothing.
"What the fuck?!" Vector roared, attracting the attention of the undead who were all put down with rapid headshots in his rage. A door in the alley close by burst open, Spectre bolted out into the street a moment later, rifle at the ready and scanning the surrounding area.
"What happened? Where's the target?" he demanded seeing all of the bodies, but not one of them of the young man he had tracked hours before.
Four Eyes knelt down and checked under the car to be sure before looking around, observing all of the possible escape routes he could have taken. "He escaped...but how?"
"Must have used the smoke from your canister and the corpses to cover his tracks." Vector growled as he looked around while trying to see where he could have gone. "He can't have gone far, we should split up and see-"
"Vector, Four Eyes, Spectre, report. What's the status of the target?" Lupo asked over the comms. The three USS of Delta Team looked at one another before Four Eyes hit her ear-piece.
"I'm sorry ma'am, the target managed to slip away when we were distracted by the undead." she said watching Spectre poking his head inside the burnt out, husk of a car that the STARS had been hiding behind in their firefight.
"What do you mean he 'slipped away'!" their squad leader demanded, outraged. "Never mind, we need you three on site immediately. Command has issued the order to destroy the evidence contained within city hall that could link anyone to Umbrella and we need everyone present. We will deal with the target at a later time, get to our location ASAP!" the link ended abruptly.
"She sounds pissed." muttered Vector, feeling more than a bit pissed off himself at this individual escaping...again.
"Not as pissed as Command's going to be when they get the report." said Spectre joining them. "We better get going." Taking one last look around, the group of three turned and double timed it down the alleyway that would cut their travel time down by some as they went to link up with the rest of their team.
Silence filled the empty street, seconds ticking by before the trunk of the car suddenly popped open. Ethan peered out of the small gap to be sure the coast was clear before opening it the rest of the way and leaping out on to the street.
It had been a stretch pulling off something like that, when he saw Four Eyes throw the canister and it started shooting out pheromones he knew that there was only a limited time before all the undead surrounding them began to converge on his location.
Thinking fast, he popped the backseat of the car open and threw himself into the trunk, slamming the seat closed behind him as the first of the zombies reached where he had been hunkered down. He laid in the burnt out trunk, the rank smell of burnt pleather and ash filling his nose as he heard the USS outside, waiting until they had left the area and giving it a few moments before seeing if the coast was clear.
"Gotta be careful from here on out," he muttered retrieving his HK5 from the trunk and reloading it quickly. "With those guys hunting for me now I've gotta watch my steps." It was true, Delta Team had him outnumbered and out gunned. One on one he could stand a chance, but if they attacked him in a group, like what had just happened, it was better for a tactical retreat instead of attempting to take them down.
The distant groan of carriers somewhere nearby drew his attention, reminding him that they had made a lot of noise in their little firefight and this place would be crawling in a matter of seconds.
Chambering a round from the new clip he had put into the submachine gun, his boots echoed off of the asphalt as he bolted for the end of the street, hanging right and heading in the direction he had been hoping to go before he got distracted.
The rising sun in the sky completely blotted out by storm clouds leaving the city in perpetual shadows.
X
The man in charge of the various USS squads within Raccoon City looked at the array of monitors before him. A small army of technicians worked diligently at their consoles, monitoring the ongoings of every team stationed out there.
"Delta Team has reported in." said a technician wearing black clothes with the Umbrella symbol on the back between the shoulders. "The three sent to apprehend the target have failed. He managed to pull a fast one at the last minute and slip away."
Fists clenching behind his back, the Commander kept his expression one of stone as he observed the monitors. He had yet to understand why the higher-ups were so interested in this one member of STARS. After their attempt to expose what had happened at the Arklay facilities, any and all members who weren't swayed by their influence were either taken care of, or had slipped underground.
Reports of the Caliban Cove facility in Maine falling silent spread through their information network and immediately pointed to the renegade STARS as the culprits. They had truly started becoming a thorn in the company's side and needed to be dealt with before things really got out of hand.
"What's the status of the UBCS squads?" he asked with a stern, clipped tone.
"They encountered carriers not long after touch down." replied another tech. "Radio traffic is all over the place, its hard to tell if there are any survivors at this point in time."
"Sir, we've received reports that US Special Operations squads are en route to the city. They should be arriving within the next two hours." reported a third.
"Tell our teams on the ground to prepare themselves, and to increase their efforts with their current operations." Sharp eyes followed the movement on one monitor that revealed the form of the lone STARS operative making his way into a park roughly a mile and a half from the RPD police department.
With this interloper still running free, and with the US government now about to get involved, they needed an ace in the hole to be sure that their plans carried out. The world mustn't know of what happened here, failure wasn't an option. And if they meant disobeying the higher-ups to be sure that their secrets remained secret, then so be it.
"I believe it's time to send out our more, recent project." he said to himself before turning to the subordinate on his right. "Contact the release team, tell them to initiate Project: NEMESIS."
X
It had been almost three hours since the encounter with the three members of the Wolfpack. Ethan had to be careful, even though the sun was blocked out by the dark clouds above it was still daylight out, and the number of undead out and about was relatively high.
To avoid detection, he had to slip through buildings and alleys. It had taken him significantly longer to reach his destination then it would have if he had just walked the streets and sidewalks, and even then he had to be sure that nothing was lurking in the shadows every time he ventured inside.
But at least he made it, stepping through the archway leading into the public park where families and friends had once gathered for leisurely walks, picnics and sunny afternoons. Now as deathly silent as the rest of the city, a handful of zombies wandered amongst the benches, overturned trash cans and the few trees that dotted the now long, unkept grass.
The leaves of the trees had already started turning yellow and red with the coming autumn, the cooling breeze blowing a few stray leaves and bits of garbage around as the teen slowly began to trek along the stone pathway. Weapon in hand as he made his way through, being sure to keep the undead in sight along the way and making as little noise as possible.
'The coordinates said that it was in the center of this park, by the large fountain.' he thought while remembering back to the coordinates he had looked over. Following the path for several feet, through a small collection of trees until he saw what he was looking for.
A large, stone fountain was set up where all the paths intersected. Sculptures of infants with tiny wings holding water jugs on their shoulders had water pouring from them, giving the effect that they were filling the main pool below them.
Checking his surroundings and only seeing a couple of undead milling around about ten meters away, Ethan stepped out of the trees and approached the fountain. Peering over the edge into the dirty brown water within, he started looking for something out of the ordinary. Walking around the perimeter, he paused when he caught sight of something at the bottom of the pool.
It was square, black in color, roughly one foot across and one foot wide and obviously not apart of the sculpture.
Slinging the submachine gun over his shoulder, the teen leaned over the edge of the fountain and reached into the icy-cold water. Moving his fingers along the smooth surface of the object until he found what felt like a handle and grabbed on to it. Finding the object to be a black briefcase, waterproof and sealed tight to keep the contents from being ruined.
Laying the case on the stone surface, Ethan flipped the clasps open and heard the small hiss of pressure being released as he slowly opened the lid. The interior was made of grey foam, and housed with in it were just three items.
The first was a PDA, very expensive looking and no bigger than a paper back. The second was an injector in the shape of a small gun, the top part open so that a vial of what ever the person had on hand could be used. And the last one, or in this case the last three, were small vials no bigger than a roll of pennies. The centers exposed showing double-helix-like tubes, the first two were filled with an emerald-green liquid, the last one was a ruby-red.
"What the hell is this?" he muttered before looking under the lid and seeing a note taped to the underside. Pulling it off, he read the scripted handwriting that was on it;
Ethan -
By now it would be a safe bet to assume that Raccoon City has fallen into complete chaos. And given the events that are to come, you are most likely the last STARS within the city limits. That being said, I regret to say that your current skills won't be enough to help you escape. Which is the reason I am leaving this to you.
Contained within this case are items that will help guarantee your survival, and possibly the survival of any others that you manage to locate. The PDA is programmed with maps of the city and every major structure that you may come across, be sure to keep it on you incase you run into a tight spot. The vials that you see contain something that you will find very helpful.
The first two contain the T-Antigen, the cure for the T-Virus. I can't tell you how difficult it was to obtain them and how imperative it is that you keep them safe and get them into the hands of people who will put them to good use. The last vial...is a serum specifically designed for one purpose and one purpose only.
If you paid close attention to the files that Ms. Valentine had in her possession during the incident at the mansion, then you know that people have been monitoring your health records. I can't explain this to you through message alone, you will have to figure that out on your own for the time being.
The serum contained in this case is for you. You may not trust this on word alone, but I can assure you that it will help you greatly on your mission. You are unique, and this will ensure that uniqueness is sharpened. Though it will take time to do so.
I still have yet to earn your complete trust, hopefully this will at the very least improve it. Good luck.
- O
Ethan lowered the note and looked at the vial containing the 'serum' Oracle had mentioned. Taking it out of the case and examining it with a close eye while he tried to figure out what to do with it exactly. 'Does he really expect me to inject myself with this shit?' he wondered much more than skeptical. 'And what the hell did he mean when he said I was unique?'
He thought back to the lab and medical reports that had been on the small device that Jill had. Someone had been keeping tabs on his history, obviously searching for something that was out of the ordinary and had found it in some shape or form. But the question was, what was it? And why did people want it?
Looking down at the injector that still laid in the case, he began weighing his options. One the one hand, the man that had been leading him around by the nose since the start of this was apparently giving him something that could help him, and by extension help the others as well.
On the other, could he trust this man's word? What if this was a trap? As farfetched as it sounded, Oracle had been cryptic more than once in regards to who he really was and his stake in all of this...but not once had the man led him wrong.
Confused him, pissed him off, definitely. But never misleading. And Ethan didn't have any reason to not at least trust him a little bit at this point. And besides, if the man wanted him dead he had more than enough chances up to this point.
Setting the vial aside for the time being, he took out the other vials containing the T-Antigen. Slipping them safely and comfortably in a small pocket within his hip pack so nothing would happen to them.
'Better keep a close eye on the cure, not many of these floating around the city.' he thought when everything was secured. Taking up the PDA, he turned it on and began going through the various data files that were contained on its memory drive.
A smirk spreading across his face when the layouts for city hall, the police station, and even the labs beneath the precinct appeared before his eyes. "Guess I don't need those blueprints after all. This will lead me through the labs." he said before slipping the device into his hip pack securely with the antigen.
Going back to the serum, Ethan took a moment to weigh his options again before blowing out a long breath. "I've got to be out of my fucking mind." he muttered picking up the vial and the injector. Loading the small container within the device and rolling up his shirts sleeve, he clenched his fist a couple of times to make his veins pop up enough to see before bringing the needle close to his skin.
Taking another deep breath, he jabbed the needle home. Ignoring the sting that came with it as he pushed it all the way down until he was sure it was in place. Pulling the trigger on the injector, he heard a soft 'pissst' as the device shot the serum through the needle and into his blood stream. The sudden feel of warmth entering his arm when he pulled the needle back out was almost instant, it then spread up his limb and across his chest where it seemed to shoot off in all directions at once, filling his entire body with the feeling.
The teen grunted, falling to one knee and dropping the injector as he gripped his head. An ache resembling a scalding ice-pick being rammed through his brain caused his vision to go blurry, red tinting around the edges as the feeling of his heart pounding in his ears drowned out almost everything.
Seconds slipped by, but to him it felt like hours. Eventually the feeling stopped, the ache went away and his vision returned to normal.
Shaking his head, Ethan stood back to his full height and tried to decipher just what had happened. Re-reading the not that had been left to him to see if it had some kind of clue. " 'It will take time to do so'...Whatever the hell this stuff is, it better be worth the trouble." he said to himself, looking down at his hands but not feeling any different after the brief spell he had been under.
Tossing the injector into the case, closing it, then throwing it all back into the water so no one could find it, the traveler picked up his weapon and thought about his next move. Given the date, he knew that Leon and Claire would be showing up later that night, but there was a large gap in time between then and now.
'Finding Sherry would probably be a good thing, if her mother contacted her and told her to head to the police station with that pendent, she's in a lot of danger.' he mulled over in his head. His thoughts drifted toward the piece of jewelry that was most likely in the young girl's possession...and what it contained.
The fact that Birkin's wife would force their child to carry a sample of the G-Virus like some kind of a mule pissed him off. Putting their child in danger like that and putting their work before her safety had always put them at the top of his shit list, even back when he first started playing back in his world.
'The T-103 and Birlkin's mutant form will be after her, I have to get to her first.' with his thoughts made up he looked in the general direction of the police station. Knowing the route by heart at this point, he began heading that way in the hopes of finding the girl before things got even worse.
A hunger-filled groan made his head snap up. His time spent injecting the serum and thinking about his next move had allowed the two zombies that had been milling around close by to shuffle closer. Both of them male, skin ashen-grey and torn in several places exposing blackened muscle underneath. One of the infected was missing its left arm, the bones jutting from the ripped flesh and dripping black/crimson fluid on to the concrete path at their feet.
Deciding not to waste the ammo, or draw even more attention to himself, he turned and headed in the opposite direction toward another exit that led back out on the street.
Thump!...Thump!...Thump!...Thump!
Ethan stopped, the sound of footsteps echoed through the park like someone was banging a large drum. Spaced apart like long, even strides.
Thump!...Thump!...Thump!...Thump!
He turned back toward where he had come from, weapon at his shoulder and looking down the scope hoping to see what was making the noise. The trees blocking the view of the path he had come down before and obscuring whatever was coming, but he could make out a hulking form slowly making its way toward his location.
Thump!...Thump!...Thump!...Thump!
The closer the thing got, the more Ethan's heart started to hammer. There was only a handful of creatures in Umbrella's BOW supply that made those kinds of footfalls, two of them that he knew would be prowling the streets, and he didn't have the firepower to handle either one.
Then he saw it, stepping out of the trees standing roughly seven feet tall. Its form made up of mutated flesh covered by a black leather/kevlar body suit, pink/purple tendrils weaving in and around its collar bone and shoulders.
The flesh of its lips pulled far away from its teeth leaving them openly exposed on its upper and lower jaws, right eye covered over with a thick layer of skin and stapled to its face like a deranged eyepatch. Its remaining eye was pure white and zeroed in on the teen, a sinister growl emitting from the back of its throat as every muscle in its body tensed.
In that moment, Ethan truly believed that someone upstairs was out to get him, and the luck that had gotten him this far had just dropped several levels. "Fuck. Me. Sideways!" he said as the creature let loose a bellowing roar that had haunted his dreams since he first started playing Resident Evil back home.
"SSSSSSTTTTTAAAAAARRRRRRSSSSSSS!"
A/N: ...Well...it looks like Ethan's found himself in a bit of a predicament. The Wolfpack has orders to capture him, the undead and BOWs are stalking the shadows...and now Nemesis has been unleashed. This won't be no cake-walk, and he knows this better than anyone. One hell of a fight's a brewing, and its threatening to bring down an entire neighborhood.
And the serum Oracle had given to Ethan?...Well, that will be answered at a later date. Though I bet a lot of you out there have an array of theories regarding what it could be and what it might do. Drop some reviews, I'll get started on the next installment and have it out ASAP.
