Resident Evil:

The Whole Story.

Chapter Thirty-One

James Marcus frowned heavily as he felt the vibrations thrum through the walls and made dust fall from the roof. He could hear a thousand of his children's screams echoing from down the hill from so far away. The great train had crashed into the tunnel that had been cut into the hill that Umbrella had built the management training facility on.

It was a shame, the train had been crucial to his plans. He remembered that it lead to one of Raccoon's neighbouring cities in the region though he could not remember the name of it, it was unimportant. What had been important was that the train had arrived there. He could almost see it now, the great metal beast slamming into the station, causing fire and blood and chaos, oh he couldn't think of a more beautiful mixture in the entire world.

And once the fires had burned out and the humans came to dig through the rubble, looking for any survivors and when they found what was waiting for them aboard and the virus spread through the city like a cancer and the dead began to walk through it's streets, it would be the beginning of the end, for Umbrella, for the world, for everyone.

And now, that joy had been stolen away from him. But in the end, it didn't truly matter. It would have been a sweet addition and would have speed his plans up but the train itself wasn't vital and in a way, he was almost glad that the train hadn't made it to it's destination. Raccoon would be the city that would feel his entire rage, that was the right way of it.

It had bloated and swollen from all of Spencer's evil and the corruption of the company and so much of Spencer's time and effort had gone into the city that the thought of it being infected, of all Spencer's work being reduced to nothing and that would only be the first step of his vengeance. William and Albert might have been the ones who had overseen his assassination, and he would make sure that they died screaming for that, but it was Spencer who had pulled their strings and had turned them against him.

Things could have been different, so different. He had such high hopes for both of them but it seemed as though they had always been Spencer's puppets well, it didn't matter now. None of it mattered, they had almost done him a favour. He might remember to thank them before he ripped both of their heads off and threw them to his children to have the flesh stripped clean off.

Some of his children had died when the train had crashed, he could feel them already fading from his mind and the sensation of them fading away filled him with a blinding rage. Through them he had sensed a presence moving through the train, killing some of the infected as they made their way through it. At first he had thought that he had missed some of those Umbrella grunts that had been on the train when he had been setting it up to head to the city.

Marcus had known that Umbrella would send men to find out what had happened to their train. He had been ready for them, he had barely seemed to feel their bullets and he had made short work of them. Their body armour had been nothing to him, he had torn it off them like it was paper and had punched holes through them and had twisted their heads till there necks had snapped like dry old firewood.

He supposed it only made sense that Umbrella had more than one team in the area, the old estate had been infected for weeks now. Perhaps they were headed there to trigged the self destruct system in the lab to get rid of all the evidence and destroy all of the infected hosts wandering around the halls of the mansion.

It wouldn't be enough, even now. Too many of the hosts had escaped from the mansion's grounds and were wandering through the trees and hills of the wilderness that surrounded Raccoon and it's neighbouring towns and cities. Raccoon City had already felt the lightest touches of his rage, his revenge, his inferno, he could sense the decay and the rot and the fear on the air.

The end for Umbrella had come, all he needed was just one of the hosts to make it into the city, if it killed only a dozen people before some lucky fool managed to shoot it in the head then all those would rise again and spread the virus to every single corner of the city. If each of them infected a dozen, then it would spread like wildfire.

It would take time, beyond a shadow of a doubt. But he could wait, he had the rest of forever. Another thin layer of dust fell on his shoulders but he brush it away without a thought, it was nothing. It was all nothing.

The Umbrella team more than likely would have died in the crash, but even if they hadn't it made little matter. Some of the infected passengers would most likely still be active and capable of moment in the wreckage and they would deal with the survivors, they would be weakend and disorientated from the crash. They would be easy prey.

But even if they weren't, even if they had managed to survive the crash, avoided the virus hosts and somehow found their way up to the training facility it would make such little difference that he honestly wondered for a moment why he was even bothering to spend so much time thinking about it. The halls of his old home were filled with his creations, most he had released into the woods, to increase the chances of one of them finally making it to Raccoon or another city, but a few he had kept.

A dozen or so of the infected dogs were wandering around outside in the courtyard, the fences were to big for them to jump over and they could not break down the old iron gate by throwing their rotting bodies into it no matter how hard that they tried to do so. They were forced to wander to find any scraps of flesh they could, tearing at the last few tatters of skin and muscle that had clung to the bodies of the dead team that Umbrella had sent here, the few that hadn't gotten up and walked off at least. It seemed that they might yet have a chance for fresh meat.

Speaking of the team that Umbrella had sent here to disturb old bones, most of them that had died had been reanimated by the virus and while had allowed most of them to wander out into the woods but at least twenty were still wandering the halls, moaning out their lament and their hunger. A few of the insect mutations were crawling and scattering around as well.

Oh, and of course there was ever his children. Growing in the dark corners of the training facility, in the labs below and his own private lab as well. There were thousands of them now, within a day or two there would be tens of thousands and the numbers that he had lost on the train would barely be a drop in the black ocean, and they would continue to grow until the outnumbered every single human on the planet, a thousand to one.

If need be, he could simply overwhelm the intruders with a tide of slimy dark flesh and leave them picked clean. But not yet, he would leave them be for a moment or two. Let them think that they had a chance for survival, let himself have some fun. Watch their fear grow, watch them beg and plead and pray and laugh when he showed them it was all pointless.

James Marcus suddenly found that he wanted there to be survivors, that he wanted them to come up. That he wanted them to find their way up here, a bit of sport before the end of it all. Let them come, let them come.

He would be waiting for them.

End of Chapter Thirty-One


Welp, I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. Villians are always fun to write for and getting inside Marcus's head was really interesting, and it won't be for the last time either.

Next chapter, we go and see the aftermath of the train crash. I hope everyone's looking forward to it!

With much love,

DiscordantSymphony