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Chapter 1: The Gang's All Here
The S.T.A.R.S. alpha team, along with the inexperienced but willing rookie Anthony, piles out of the RPD and races for the bus. Somehow, Brad makes it there first. He climbs on and plops down into the driver's seat, still wearing his radio headset.
Wesker pats the window quickly to get his attention, and then swirls his finger through the air, the signal to start the helicopter blades…even though it's a bus, and not a helicopter…
Brad stares at him for a moment, looking dumbfounded. Everyone else is crammed by the door, pushing and shoving. Wesker sighs and pulls the door open, stepping up into the bus.
"I…can't pilot a bus, sir…" Brad mutters sadly. Wesker jerks his thumb to the side, motioning for Brad to beat it. Brad stands up and breaks into tears, over-dramatically running/stumbling to the rear of the bus. Then, taking control as usual, Wesker jumps into the driver's seat and beckons everyone aboard. Alpha team piles on, and takes their seats.
Chris and Jill share a seat near the front on the right side, Barry and Joseph take opposite seats in the middle, and Brad heads to the bathroom at the back of the bus and locks himself inside. Sounds of pathetic whimpering and crying are heard until the light finally clicks on from behind the door. Anthony jogs up the steps of the bus entrance, flashing a quick grin at the other passengers.
"Wow, he really does look a lot like Leon," Jill states randomly. Chris just grunts, putting his knees up on the seat in front of him and focusing on his gameboy.
"Yeah that's great, now get back there, rookie," Wesker orders snidely. Anthony drops his grin immediately and nods.
"Yes sir," he replies, hurrying towards the back of the bus.
"Alright everyone, we're taking off!" Wesker shouts. He closes the doors and twists the key in the ignition, bringing the bus's powerful engine to life.
Without hesitation, Wesker slams his foot down on the gas. Chris and Jill are plastered against their seats, Chris still focused on his gameboy while Jill makes weird over-exaggerated faces from the 'crushing' g-forces. Barry manages to hang onto his seat, but Joseph is bumped about slightly and he drops the combat knife he was sharpening, which goes spinning end over end to the back of the bus. The knife slams into the bathroom door that Brad is just opening, causing the man to scream again and slam the door shut, taking refuge in the bathroom.
Anthony, meanwhile, hasn't gotten to a seat yet, and goes flying to the back of the bus. With a hollow thud, he slams into the rear window and slowly slides to the floor, uttering a pained groan.
Wesker's face is an unreadable, emotionless mask. However, as the bus speeds up faster and faster, a smirk slowly begins to crawl up the edges of his lips. The smirk turns into a smile, which quickly grows into a wide, psychotic grin as the speedometer reaches one hundred miles an hour.
"LOOK OUT!" Jill screams suddenly. Up ahead, a figure moves across the road. Everyone (except the dazed Anthony) braces for impact. Wesker slams on the brakes, and inertia takes course as the bus drops from 100 to 0 in mere moments. A horrible skidding noise fills the bus as everyone is thrown forwards in their seats.
Anthony is flung from his prone position at the back of the bus, flying through the air. "AaaaaAAAAAH-" THUD! He hits the windshield and utters a second pained groan, sliding down the glass and collapsing to the bus floor.
"Weapons out, everyone," Wesker orders gruffly, stepping over Anthony's body as if nothing had happened. He kicks the bus doors open with vicious bravado and whips out his nine, stepping into the dusk-hued evening.
Jill and Chris are close behind, both drawing their weapons. Barry and Joseph are right on their heels, fanning out to the sides and pulling out their guns as well. Joseph gives a skeptical look to Barry's water pistol, but shakes his head and focuses his attention on the shape lying in the road ahead.
The group begins to slowly move forward. Meanwhile, Anthony is clutching his face and clambering out of the bus. He pitches sideways as he exits the vehicle, and collapses off the side of the road into a small ditch. Meanwhile, Brad has apparently decided to stay in the bathroom.
Jill steps closer, squinting in the dimness. "I…I think it's a little girl!"
"AAAAAAAAAAARGH!" Chris screams, emptying his clip at the shape but somehow missing with every shot. The others dive for cover as Chris goes berserk, firing until the clip runs dry. After several empty 'clicks', a wide-eyed Chris slowly lowers his weapon, breathing hard and sweating.
"Jeez Chris, she said 'little girl', not 'zombie'," Joseph mutters, uncovering his head and standing up straight.
"Of course," Chris agrees immediately, quickly regaining his composure and putting the gun away. Wesker swats him in the back of the head as Barry moves forward to inspect the body.
After a few moments, he furrows his brow and makes a statement. "It's Sherry. I hope it isn't Birkins' Sherry."
"Dang it, Barry, I wish you'd stop using that stupid line," Chris scoffs. Barry walks over to him.
"It's Chris. I hope it isn't Chris's Chris."
Chris simply looks dumbfounded at this. Meanwhile, Joseph starts poking Sherry. She wakes up suddenly and bites his hand. "AAAHH!" Joseph screams, yanking his hand away. Everyone trains their weapons on Sherry.
"Hey! I'm not a zombie!" Sherry explains, throwing her hands in the air. No one lowers their gun. Chris starts to, but then he looks at everyone else and quickly snaps the gun up again, looking overly menacing at Sherry.
"FREEZE!" cries a voice. Out of the nearby lonesome and very scraggly bushes leap several more figures. It's the two treacherous Umbrella scientists, William and Annette Birkin! William stands in the road now, smirking triumphantly while he holds a plastic spoon towards the group as if it were a gun. "Excellent work, Sherry. Now we have them where we want them!" His smile drops quickly as five guns are pointed at his head from various angles.
"That's a spoon, Birkin. A spoon. Not a gun," Wesker explains darkly. He cocks the hammer on his very large handgun, making William swallow hard.
"Now now, let's not be hasty," the scientist pleads, forcing a smile.
Annette pushes past her husband, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at the S.T.A.R.S. "We WERE going to hijack your bus, but…as you can see, we're a little under-armed. Regardless, you will grant us passage on your vehicle. We too are eager to purchase the new Resident Evil game."
Wesker sarcastically mimics Annette's request as he puts his gun away. "Fine, get on the stupid bus, you stupid b-"
"THANK you," William says quickly, ushering his family over towards the bus. Joseph and Barry part, letting them through. Joseph quickly puts his hands behind his back, anticipating another attack from Sherry.
"I SWEAR, man, she's a frickin' ZOMBIE, man!" Joseph claims under his breath.
"Let it go," Chris replies softly, patting his back. One by one, they follow Wesker back to the bus.
Wesker opens the doors and hops inside, turning around and extending one hand, palm up. "Tickets, please," he orders.
"We don't HAVE tickets, you numbskull," Chris points out rudely, shoving past him.
Wesker just sort of scowls in quiet confusion and then shakes his head, looking out to the others. Joseph and Jill are chatting, Sherry is hopping up and down and tugging on William's lab coat, and Annette is gaping in bewilderment at Barry, who is tilting his head back and trying to drink from his squirtgun.
"Jill, fish Anthony's corpse out of the ditch," Wesker orders.
Jill makes a sound like a pissed off five year old and stamps her foot, glaring. Wesker just glares back, and Jill sticks her tongue out at him and spins on her heel, stalking towards the ditch.
"Blah blah blah, my name is Wesker! Blah blah blah, do this, do that, blah blah BLAH!" Jill grunts lightly as she hauls Anthony over her shoulder and turns to head back to the bus.
"Mommy…are we at grandma's house yet?" Anthony asks quietly, in a daze.
"Yeah, almost there," Jill replies with a sigh, clambering up the bus steps and dumping him in a seat. Wesker closes the doors, and the bus takes off once again, into the darkening night…
Note: The chapters proceeding this one will follow the adventures of other groups of Resident Evil characters. Every chapter will feature different groups of characters (so that every few chapters, it will have rotated back to the first group and then run through the groups again until the final showdown). I hope this works. Also, sorry for this being such a long chapter. The next ones will be short and sweet. Hope you enjoy!