Back again sorry for the name change on you all, Native Guns here. Just this name has more meaning to me personally. Anyway you can still find my stories by the name that hasn't changed.
Carlos
There had been no good news so far . While there wasn't only one hospital in San Juan, this one was being overrun with the injured both from gunfire and from attacks by the infected. He wished Sonya was here still but most likely he hoped she had made it out of Oceana Aldea. Now patients were at least being evacuated by the military. Carlos heard automatic gunfire sound off in the hospital wing and he readied his own Rifle. He moved to another barricade that other ALF members had made that was not to keep the soldiers out but to keep zombies and J'avo at bay. He removed a few items to see better. There was more soldiers wheeling people out on stretchers but there was also J'avo and they were pursuing relentlessly while the US soldiers fired at them trying to keep them away from the injured.
Just then, he heard an explosion and saw the doors come down on the other end of the hall way. He aimed at the woman who had been guarding it. Three ALF commandos joined him at his side while the woman had five other soldiers drawing a bead on Carlos. "What the fuck are you doing? I thought we had an understanding!" She grinned in an evil manner saying, "No I said what I had to in order to keep you from trying to take this whole hospital over. I know who you are, Carlos. You were with a Marxist anti government guerrilla force. Silly man. Anybody still fighting for communism after the cold war is just asking to be exterminated..."
One of the ALF members screamed, "Animales!" And opened fire. Carlos dove for cover behind a crash cart as the soldiers fired back. The man who had fired was killed instantly as the female soldier hit him with a head shot from her Rifle. Carlos angrily fired hitting one soldier in the leg, knowing he shouldn't consider himself so lucky as to think that these would pierce the armor. They had other mags that were armor piercing but they had mostly regular 7.62 rounds so much like any insurgent in Iraq probably had to, he had to aim for the head.
He aimed at the same soldiers head and squeezed off a few hitting him in the face. The ALF members managed to take out two more soldiers but due to not having body armor they were killed. Carlos watched as the last of the three ALF was bleeding, not yet dead but not long for this world. He pulled a frag grenade and rolled it along the floor. The woman saw it coming. "Fire in the hole!" She ran to get away and the other two followed but were caught in the blast.
Carlos tackled her hitting her with the butt of his rifle. "Stay down! He yelled. She growled kicking him in the groin. He dropped to his knees and she followed up with a kick bringing him to her level.
She got on top of him and grabbed him by the hair and began to hit him. His ear rang from the first blow and she kept going. He had taken four punches to the face before he even realized it. He kicked her in the stomach and sat up head butting her and followed up with a knee to her left ribcage. "You aren't going to stop us!" He warned. She got to her feet throwing another hook a left to his jaw. He followed up with a right hook to her stomach and gave a kick which he intended for her stomach but she blocked with her leg. She gave him a kick to the chest forcing him against the wall. He had dropped the AK and it was not in reach. She removed his pistol throwing it aside and grabbed him by the throat, punching him in the gut.
She sneered, "Did you really think we had any kind of deal? i was just stalling you. You terrorists may have spread to South and North America but in the Caribbean you're finished. And we'll be taking the rest of you down soon."
Carlos tackled her even as he took another kick to the stomach and a punch in the jaw. He body slammed her and as he pinned her to the floor he also brought his elbow down into her chest knocking the wind out of her. He punched her in the nose and spun her around getting her plastic cuffs trying to cuff her. He cuffed one of her hands but she kept struggling. He hit her in the back of the head as he hard as he could and she smacked her forehead against the floor., He was sure he had knocked her out so he began to get her other wrist. She came back strong though and kicked him off of her. He was only knocked back a moment but that was all it took She wrapped her legs around his head and he feared she would break his neck the way Jill knew how to do to people but she just slammed him to the floor that way all though she kept her thighs around his neck. He struggled and tried to breathe but she seemed intent on choking him out.
She hissed, "Not so tough now are you?" I'm about to die...!Carlos thought in a panic but he saw an opening even as he couldn't breathe he sunk his teeth into her right thigh. She shrieked and punched him but he kept chomping until he tasted iron. Blood. He began to stand up and even with her legs around him he got more control and he grabbed her and brought her back onto his left knee. She cried out in pain and he lifted her up again and then flung her to the ground so he had injured her back and knocked the wind out of her. He pinned her down with knees of her chest and told her, "Stop it! Now! It doesn't have to end like this!"
She reached for her own sidearm, a handgun, which he didn't have time to see the make of. He took it from her before she could aim for his head and he took the clip out making the gun useless but then he remembered there was one in the chamber and she was struggling to fight. She tried to aim it at his stomach, desperate to shoot him anywhere. Even if it was in the chest where he had a vest it could be enough of a distraction for her to get the upper hand. She was a strong fighter. Dare he say she was equal to him. He remembered his hunting knife and just as her finger got toward the trigger he brought the knife down into her chest pushing his full weight onto the blade into her heart. Her dark eyes were wide with fear and pain her mouth open blood pouring out as she hemorrhaged from internal bleeding.
She let out a whimper. She was not going to be alive long but the little time she had left before she did bleed was going to be painful."I can help get rid of the pain. Do you want me to?" At his mercy, her eyes begging in ways her mouth could not she was so vulnerable, so frail when a moment ago she had been like a Lioness trying to peel the flesh from his face. She was at his mercy and she knew it. Now she seemed to only hope he would be gracious enough to show it to her. A final grand gesture for a fallen enemy he had successfully beaten He took the handgun and readied the pistol putting it to the Somalian American soldiers forehead.
"You wouldn't stop...if you had let me cuff you this wouldn't have had to happen!" Her eyes said, I know...please...
He wanted to look away but decided not to. He needed to know the full weight of what he was doing. It had to be as much a part of him as every fallen comarade and every enemy he had slain in the battlefield in the past both in Columbia and here. And in Raccoon City. He pulled the trigger putting the round in the chamber into her.
He sat next to her body panting. He needed a minute to process everything. Just then his radio went off. It was Armando. He had the feeling something was wrong. But what...?
Billy
4:00 AM
He wanted to kill him. The guy had ruined his life. He had almost gotten him executed for something he did not do. Sure most of the guys Billy had served in that mission with was dead themselves and they deserved it but this snake had went on to be a general. Billy and Reggie saluted him the man saluted back and extended his hand. They hadn't been in New York that long and already shit was hitting the fan. "Cody Bowman. Nice to put a face to the name. Not very often you get to meet a true American hero. Two purple hearts in Iraq, a medal of honor in Afghanistan hell you fought in both battles of Fallujah! Took bullets and shrapnel for your country."
Billy replied, "All due respect sir if I amy I think the true heroes are the men and women who gave their lives tonight. I'm just lucky to be a part of this..."
The man grinned, "And humble too!" He then shook Reggie's hand commending him too. "I knew your father he was a good man. He'd be proud of you."
He addressed them both, "I'm going to shoot straight boys. We have a situation that needs delicate hands. Cody, you rescued two Marines held hostage by the Republican Guard n Baghdad, right?" Billy nodded., "Yes, sir. First Sergeant Elizabeth Andrews and Lance Corporal James Frost."
The colonel showed them something on his iphone and he had to enter a password in order to access it. "What we show you doesn't leave the four of us. Reggie, we're letting you see this because you and Sergeant Bowman have been serving side by side and have an excellent track record. We're putting together a squad for this mission but only you and Sergeant Bowman can know the true objective other than that this is a rescue mission. Only the president, and everybody else in the white house on a need to know basis plus the general knows about this video we're trying to contain the situation and keep it quiet
He played a video and it showed several men with AK-47's wearing black ski masks. They were members of the Amerindian Liberation Forces. "This message is for the president of the united states and anybody else that might think of trying to stop us. We've been here since day one of the outbreak when human beings started each each other. When people who had been killed started rising from the dead. We have had to fend for ourselves since the evacuations stopped once the quarantine began. Now the government is determining who leaves and who stays. We had a firefight with a division of the Army. They took a lot of our men and women out. We lost thirty six people they lost about twenty nine but we had less people to begin with. We did manage to take one of their wounded alive and what I found out from him was very interesting."
Billy was intrigued. , "This man told me that the military has been given three days to deal with the crisis here. If they can't do that the president will have no choice but to destroy the city with a missile. Just like they did with Raccoon City and Tall Oaks. New York City is a large city and there are lots of infected but it hasn't gotten as dire as the situation in those towns. There's a good chance at least half the population is still alive but every minute wasted more will die or be turned to one of the infected. The local channels here have all issued an emergency broadcast encouraging survivors who were left behind during the quarantine to remain in their homes. If they have weapons use only when necessary and wait for emergency evacuation. Go ahead tell them!"
They shoved a Caucasian man forward a white male with blue gray eyes spiky sand colored hair weighing maybe 140 lbs tops, who had a gunshot wound to his left shoulder and who's face was swollen cut up and bloodied due to a brutal beating stammered as they shoved him towards the camera. "I...we were told that we have to put down as many of these creatures as possible...we were given 72 hours to either clear the city of these things or at least bring their numbers down to a level that would make it easier for remaining military and police forces combined to contain while evacuating the civilian population. in the event of us not being able to contain this situation...a nuclear strike will be issued at 12:00 PM on Thursday. The countdown towards this happening was 40 hours ago. We have thirty two remaining...in the last five hours until then, there will be one more attempt to evacuate any survivors but anybody who is not at any of the rendezvous points we establish on each Borough will be left behind..."
The ALF member slit the soldiers throat. "So in other words, if you don'y know where these areas are going to be, you are condemned to die. It really doesn't seem fair that the leader of the free world didn't tell us New Yorkers this fact until we had almost burned out two of the three days we were given for the army to do its job
He uncovered the black hoods off the two. One man and one woman. First lady Ariel Rourke and governor William Rockafella. They had duct tape over their mouths, their hands tied behind their back and each had Rifles trained on them. "So I have a different proposal Mr. President. You either tell the public what you were going to do about this situation which all the media outlets are all over about anyway even while all the news people have been evacuated, or I'm going to play this video for every news outlet in the country to see. Your wife had knowledge of this too. To show you I'm not bluffing we're going to send you another video soon of her admitting what the plan was and even what you would say to the public. It'll also cause one hell of an upset with the survivors you told to stay put to know you were going to blow them to oblivion if they didn't know where the evacuation zones you didn't tell them about would be."
Another ALF ,member spoke up. Though they all had their voices distorted this one had an accent, Billy could tell. "If you don't call off the nuclear strike and continue to send in soldiers to clean up the zombies and all the other travesties of nature, your wife and Governor Rockafella will perish in the blast with us. You'll have a full scale revolution on your hands. Capitol Hill will go down in flames. Your solution to just bomb every problem area has gone on long enough. Raccoon City and Tall Oaks were America's own Hiroshima and Nagasaki. You are giving us 32 hours. I'm giving you the same amount of time to call a press conference and let everybody in the world know about this situation. Get other countries involve resolve this but if we die from nuclear fire you die with us. We all know that more than likely no matter how much progress the military makes taking back the city, you were going to order a nuclear strike anyway. It would make sense if the city was beyond saving and most of its people were infected but this still can be taken back from the undead. The people in power have made too many choices against the best interests of the people. The ball is in your court tick tock, Mr. President."
Henderson told Billy, "That man is still in this city. The public has been kept out of the loop about the first lady and the governor. As far as they know they are still safe and we want it to stay that way. If these men are able to get as far as away as Albany and even Toronto they either have boats or planes. By air or water as of now is the only way out of the city."
Reggie didn't understand, "Sir, that doesn't make any sense. If they have transportation to get out of the city why don't they just get out of there themselves?" The colnel said, "They want to try and stop the place from being bombed. They might even be helping their own soldiers or even some of the civilians out of the city but that's only a guess. I'm not big on the idea of a nuke either, son, but if it saves other cities and states from having this problem then it's the right thing to do. I don't doubt that is how they managed to get the first lady and the governor here but how they managed to get through Secret Service is beyond me."
Reagan put an arm on Bill's shoulder. "Your country is counting on you. We're going to do our damndest to keep this city from being destroyed take out as many of these walking abominations as possible but the United States does not negotiate with terrorists and these men are terrorists. The ones born here that are members of that group are guilty of treason and just like the wage of sin is death so is the wage of treason. We've pinpointed the possible location to an apartment complex in Flushing Par. Got a few army boys, seals and a couple of God fearing marines engaging them but right now it's mostly a few snipers taking shots across the street."
Billy knew that while the military had people who could easily take out the hostiles with snipers, they did not have a visual on the governor or first lady and so without knowing which room she was in, or if she was even in there at all they were avoiding using explosives as much as possible. No grenades, no rocket launchers and no drones. Even without even being there Billy knew this much. "You two get your gear ready and meet back here at 04:15 hours. We need to move out as soon as possible. Cody, you're in charge of the squad you'll be leading the assault. Any questions?"
Billy said, "I have one, sir. They said that the president was planning on destroying this city no matter how much ground we cover the city is going to be fried at noon tomorrow. Is there any truth to that?"
Reagan smirked, "Of course not. Seargeant. That man is a lunatic who will say whatever he wants to justify acts of violence against his own country. Their organization fit the text book definition of terrorism. The sooner we nip this in the bud the better."
Both the general and the colonel saluted and let them be on their way."I can't believe that asshole got to be a general. He should have been dead years ago. Remember what I was telling you about being wrongfully sentenced to death? That's the man that did it."
Billy decided to himself he would kill the man but he wanted to get away with it. After all he didn't have much in this world and even as a Marine he felt he had no purpose he just fought the wars becase it was his only skill. He felt no sense of satisfaction even in the slightest level. No belief that during his tours in Iraq and Afghanistan that he was doing the right thing. He had been depressed over the years his true name and honor being tarnished only to have never survived at all. His last fifteen years of his life had been a complete lie.
It was a living hell to not be able to tell anybody the truth about himself, who he was. And no matter how many times he or anybody else said i, this name that now represented him was never going to be his. It was nobody;s name. He was nobody. Only Rebecca and Regggie knew his true identity his true story and in some ways it seemed like that should be good enough but in many ways it wasn't. He'd tried to have relationships over the years with female soldiers and just regular women but they had always thought he was an emotional cripple or that he was detached and distant. He'd wanted to be able to share who he was but even if somebody had believed his story that he was the dead Marine framed for the murder of twenty three people, they would never believe he was innocent. He would be right back to where he started.
There had been many days in is life where because of the horrors he had seen in Africa, the shit with the outbreak and the Iraq war, plus lack of a real connection with somebody of the opposite sex, he had wanted to take his own life. The one woman he had feelings for even if he was unsure just what they were, was out of his life for so long and it seemed so too was his worst enemy but now they were both in his life again. He could have both if he played his cards right. "Hey, earth to Billy, did you hear what I said?" He blinked. "What?"
He replied, "I said what are we going to do? You just said Reagan is the guy who sold you out, right? Well you can't kill him so what are you gonna do? Even as much as you hate him we still have a job to do. I dont know if he was for real om trying to save lives in the city and stop the launch from happening but if there's any effort that can be made on my end I want to make sure I do it."
Billy sighed. "Regie, I need a favor. When we head for that apartment in Queens, I''m going to need to vanish. MIA. There's somebody highly important to me that I need to get to. She's here in Manhattan."
Reggie looked at him like he was crazy. "Are you crazy? I'll get my ass court martialed for that! I can't do it!" Billy assured him, "Just tell them you haven't see me but be enthuiastic about the mission show them what a good soldier you are and they won't question who your loyalty is for. The mission to get back the first lady is going to be considered too important to postpone for th sake one one soldier."
Reggie sighed this time saying, "You owe me big time, bro. I'll see what I can do but if you're gonna split you better do it now. And be careful, man. I know you're looking for that red head too."
Billy saw a window and headed across the street down an alley away from the sand bags and military vehicle. He had the M29 and an wanted to avoid all Marine and other army personnel on the streets kept the Light Machine Gun strapped around the shoulder while the pistol was what was equipped. He moved forward and he could hear automatic fire in the distance. He spotted a soldier on patrol. It would be much harder to get by. He took cover behind a dumpster as the soldier walked right past him. Billy sneaked past as the man walked past the dumpster. Billy took cover on the other side of the dumpster now and was carefully waiting until the man was far enough away. The man heard a sound and he spun around pointing the Rifle in Billy's direction the light attached to the rifle glaring.
He started to come toward Billy and he suspected he might have to kill the soldier in order to save himsef. He decided since he was on the ground crouched, he would aim for the man's balls. There was another sound just as the soldier was only feet away and the man turned back the other way and fired a few bursts the other way. He walked over to a large pile of discarded trash bags and kicked them aside. He spotted two dead rats from the gunfire while others squeaked and scurried away. "Goddamn rodents..." He muttered. Billy managed to get out of the alley and onto the main road.
Billy headed fifty yards north and he noticed several dead bodies laying on the ground. They were all in BSAA uniforms. He examined the cause of death. Each body had cuts that resembled a whip. Suddenly a hand grabbed his foot. He aimed the M29 but a hoarse voice cried, "Please don't shoot...!" He looked down to see one was still alive. The man was Afro Caribbean, a Dominican American. His hair was saved very short but in the back of his head he had the North American BSAA branch cut into it as hair design. He almost wanted to laugh at that. "What the hell happened here?"
The man's name tag said R. Gutierrez. "Somethin...even worse than zombies, man...it attacked us. We already lost three of our team mates...one from looters...bastards thought we were cops trying to come after them...one to the zombies...and one to...those other people...they look almost normal but they're not..some have third eyes...we were just on our way to the Empire State Building. HQ said...men were already headed over there...some sort of hideout but also underground Umbrella lab. Then there was this creature...I never seen anything like it...like eight or nine feet tall...big ass teeth...skin...we were approaching the building from the east while the other half the team was from the north. They came back wounded only two of em left...told us what happened said he killed two of them..."
Billy yold the man, "Hey you should save your strength I shouldn't have asked. the man was determined. "They said they managed to kill him...they were hurt but could move ya know...?" He nodded toward two female BSAA agents. One a white male with rusty colored hair and a goatee standing about five foot ten, he had died from trauma to the head. The other was an African American female. "Zoe there...she survived the Iraq war only to die from this shit...! Then that thing came up on us all unloaded on him...Zoe and Daniel were the first to go down. We all fought but it kept coming. I must have put two and a half clip in him."
Billy asked, "They look like they've beeen burned too. A blast. Did one of you throw a grenade?"
The man coughed. "I don't...I...I put so many rounds in the thing's head...Still wouldn't die...there was an explosion and I was knocked out. I opened my eyes for a minute saw Ross go down..." A man of Native American descent, lay, having half his face burned. "I blacked out but heard screams. Came to and Jesse was standing over me," There was a dead Caucasian woman with red hair and he almost panicked a moment fearing it was Rebecca but the hair was too long.
She had a deep gash in her left temple. "She told me...she took him him out...she helped me to my feet...my legs are bad shape. We heard the thing get up, growling again, and she dropped me. I kept down until the firing stopped. I could hear the thing stomping away...I played dead so it wouln't kill me. I almost was dead...when it was safe i looked at her...it had beat her to death i think...how else you explain it? I was a coward...I should have fought to the end with her. Maybe if I had done something I'd have maybe saved her..."
Billy said, "You'd be dead with her. It's better for one person to live than none.I don't have much to offer for medical care but if the BSAA are at the Empire State Building, there's bound to be a medic there.Hopefully Rebecca...please be okay...
He hadn't seen her since Puerto Rico. He knew the BSAA had come here after the city back there had been bombed to rubble. The man told him, "I can't walk, bro. my legs got shrapnel. Maybe one of our team did throw a grenade."
Billy told him, "Then I'll carry you. I'm Cody by the way," He carried the man and he spotted a parked blue Honda Civic. He busted the window and he saw the man in the front seat while he began to try and hot wire the car. The alarm was going off and he could see several zombies coming. He heard the engine roar to life. There was still a good distance between them and the zombies. Just then his heart nearly jumped from his chest as there was a growl and a man had hopped on the hood of the car with sledge hammer as it was moving trying to stand up.
Another, ran into the car door pounding in the window. A man carrying a baseball bat was coming. Billy put it in drive and floored it. The windshield cracked a little but not so bad that he couldn't see. The man rolled off and he sped down the street. He spotted a sentient zombie that had been an officer carrying an assault rifle. It was firing wildly at random emptying what seemed like most of the magazine.
It spotted the Honda and Billy ducked down as it aimed for the driver seat. The rounds hit the head rest as he floored it and the bumper hit the thing sending it flying through the air hitting the street about thirty feet away and twenty five feet in the air, its head being smashed up as it hit the pavement decorating the concrete. "You...fuckin Marines...you're all loco..."
Billy sighed. "I don't know about all of us. There's been a lot of bad Marines. Me, I just do whatever I gotta do to survive..."
The guy coughed. "You think I don't know who you are..? What you are...? I've seen the TV stations...it may have been a long time ago but I never forget a face. You're that serial killer..." Billy growled, "I didn't do that I didn't kill any of those people but if I had do you think it's good idea to piss me off? Why would I bother to help you?"
The guy told him, "It's okay man...I aint gonna say anything...Billy.,...I don't know how you got away from it. The news said you were killed in an accident in Raccoon City. I thought that even if you had survived...you would have been killed when the nuke went off...then again why would you have stuck around town? Still..you lived a long time. If anybody in my family had thought escape was possible we wouldn't have expected even a Marine would make it this long. Not in the country. Though...that nuclear bomb cleared the evidence right...?"
Billy shook his head. "It didn't clear anything up. My name wasn't just known in Raccoon. It was all over the country. You know, guys like me, even with all the shit that happened in Vietnam that soldiers did to people over there America views us as heroes. Then they see what they think i did and they started to think different. But because of that asshole Sam Reagan, they were able to convince the public that 'brutes like me' didn't represent the integrity of the United States Marine Corps. I was just a bad egg. And when I died there would be no more problems. Now with this war in the mid east though, people are opening their eyes again."
The man asked, "If you're ashamed to be a Marine...why reenlist? Why cut your hair? Change your appearance? Why not pick another country?" Billy sighed. "You're right. I am ashamed to be a Marine. A brotherhood I was willing to die for in combat tried to have me killed over something I didn't do. I was the only person who didn't do it! I didn't get a fair trial. So yeah. Even as I'm representing them...and fighting for them, I fucking hate Marines. They're scum of the earth. But doing this was all I was ever good at. I couldn't do anything else."
Just then he swerved seeing something huge in the road and he tried to regain control of the car but it was out of control and flipped over. He got outside, in pan but still able bodied. He checked to see if Raul was still alive. He pulled the wounded man out. He lifted him up over his shoulders. "Christ you're heavy!" Billy had blood running down his forehead but there wasn't much time to think about that. Raul said in a hushed fear filled voice, "I saw that thing...the thing that killed my team mates, man! That was what you almost hit...! Dios mio we're fucked..."
Billy groaned. "No...we still have a chance but you're wounded and I'm not exactly feeling too great myself. If I stop and fight whatever it s we won't make it at all. Billy carried him and began to hump it on foot towards the Empire State Building. They were only half a block from it anyway. The wounded BSAA agent cried out, "Oh shit! He's coming...! He's behind us!" Billy could hear heavy running footsteps to heavy to be human. He ran as fast as his legs wpould carry him with the extra weight. He spotted three BSAA agents, no four on the first floor. A tan woman with brown hair, a Caucasian male in a helmet bulky in size, a skinny African American with light brown skin, and another guy with sunglasses and a beret. He tried the door and it was locked. He tried others. "Shit!" He fired three rounds from his handgun into one door. The agents aimed at him and yelled, "We're on the same side! I got one of yours. There's a huge B.O.W. after us!"
With a roar the thing busted through another glass door with sheer brute ramming through as it if were nothing. The male with the beret began firing his Sniper Rifle while the scrawny guy began unloading a Light Machine Gun. The woman fired a shotgun at the thing and she yelled, "Quint! That's Raul, take him upstairs to Rebecca! Hurry!" He took the man helping him walk and they pushed the close door buttons repeatedly. Billy saw its huge teeth and barely visible eyes and began unloading rounds on the thing. It threw a punch at his head and he staggered back. The Sniper put a bullet in its forehead but a purple tentacle lashed out grabbing the agent by the leg and began slamming him on the ground. Billy and the woman both fired into it and it charged at them and grabbed her attempting to choke her. Some kind of purple fluid erupted from its other hand.
Billy fired thirty rounds into the back of its skull and it threw her and came charging at him but he rolled away and let off six rounds into its side. The scrawny man called out, "Get clear!" They did and he lobbed a hand grenade at the thing. It went off and the blast took a chunk of flesh from its midsection and shoulder.
It went down but Billy had a feeling it wouldn't be for long. He aimed at the things head and emptied the remaining twenty five rounds into its head. The woman said, "Thanks for the help. And saving Raul. I'm Jessica, that's Kieth and that's Kevin. We should head up to meet Rebecca before that thing wakes up. If this thing comes fir us again we have a better shot with her and the rest of her team."
Kieth approached the thing examining it with the Genesis. "Hey wait a minute...didn't Valentine face this thing back in Raccoon City? I mean she only described it in reports but I remember reading it. This thing is called Nemesis. I thought there was only one?"
Jessica shuddered. "I guess not. We'd better get upstairs and then report this to HQ. Tell Albany we need more backup from every branch. Things are getting worse out there."
They got into an elevator and Billy warned them, "I hate to bring more bad news but I got word from my own platoon. The president is planning on launching a missile at the city to prevent the virus from getting any further if the police., military and the BSAA can't fix this situation in the next thirty two hours."
The BSAA agent, Kevin shook his head. "It just never stops does it?" Jessica obsered, "That thing kept saying S.T.A.R.S. Why would it do that? The S.T.A.R.S. unit is gone. They're all gone. I read that report too Jill said it was trying to hunt all the STARS in Raccoon at the time and she was the last one still there but the STARS have been disbanded for years. Didn't whoever made this thing again bother to check and see that the only surviving STARS members are with the BSAA?"
Billy was a bit shaken at the thing. "I dont know but that thing was able to kill all but one of Raul's own team. This thing is relentless."
Okay another short chapter i know i should leave it be for a bite and let others come to it i especially want people to read my most recent lemon lol but if i do that it will just get put behind other stories and while I don'tr think my story is the best or even close to the best I know it's better than these fucking dumb pairings with Piers and Chris stories, i cant even look up a good romance story on the RE forum without seeing that. Or a RE AU high school drama which i hate. Or some vanity fanfic with an oc getting it on with a canon character -_- aside from that i have read some brilliant fanfics. Two I took inspiration from was Our Hero by It's The Fear and Penda Gota i think it was called forgot the name of the author they were a dual team.
Anyway so this is short but sweet hopefully gets more attention :P and yes I brought back Nemesis. I decided to have Billy have the commander or whatever Samuel Reagan was the guy who sentences him to death be still alive so he would have an enemy of his own as Wesker is to Chris. Any who please R&R.