The Good Tenant(A Resident Evil SI/OC)

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter 58

"Evidence room or armory?" I questioned after I shut the door behind me. "I'll flip for it, I guess," I muttered as I pulled a quarter out and flipped it, catching it out of the air and slapping it down on my wrist before letting out a heavy sigh. "Looks like we're going heavy on this one."

Letting my M4 dangle from its sling, I drew my Sig and moved forward through the precinct, the suppressed weapon giving me confidence in not alerting more than one or two zombies at once.

Shifting so that the rifle hung behind me, I moved slowly through the building, some of the lights flickering and giving the quiet an eerie aura.

A shuffling skip step made a sound and I froze, remembering to breathe as I watched a group of zombies slowly walk by and into the webs that covered the area to my left.

Shuddering, I moved past them as they continued to shift into the webs, getting stuck in the massive spider silk threads as they did so.

Shuddering at the thought of the spider webs, I moved past the now-trapped zombies, hoping that they would keep the giant spiders busy for a little while.

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"You think he's going to be okay in there?" Louis asked Ed as they fuelled up the armored SWAT van and searched for any useful supplies in the area.

"If he went in there alone he's probably going to be able to handle it himself," the gray-haired combat veteran from Vietnam replied as he put a box of 9mm that he found inside the van.

"And if you're wrong?" Louis asked.

"Then we're still alive because he told us to grab the van and get those people back to the HQ across the river," Ed shrugged. "Either way, we've got our job to do, and he has his. So let's not waste time bantering about it."

The two men split up and began searching through the entire garage, hoping to find something more useful than just a box of ammunition.

"Louis, you might want to see this," Ed called out from the office.

"What's up?" Louis asked as he walked in.

"We've got to have a key to open the garage doors," Ed said with a sigh. "And I have no fuckin' clue where it is."

"Well shit," Louis replied. "Guess we're going to have to search every nook and cranny of the garage then."

"That or we break the doors down with one van and use the other two to get the others out," Ed shrugged. "Either might work, but it depends on what the doors are made out of."

"I'll get to work on fuelling up another van then," Louis said with a sigh. "You wanna look for the key?"

"Yeah," Ed replied. "I'll look for the key."

–
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Turning the corner to the armory, I swore as I realized that the door was blocked by one of the massive spiders that had taken over this precinct.

Taking aim with my Sidearm, I squeezed the trigger a handful of times and watched as the spider woke up and screeched, the sound echoing through the building and causing a gentle roar to start as zombies and small spiders woke up.

"Guess it's time to go loud," I muttered as I holstered the suppressed pistol and drew my 10mm from the holster on my chest, the heavy rounds dropping the spider from the ceiling as it tried to attack me and opening the path to the door.

"Come on, Mark," I muttered to myself as I pulled out my keycard and ran it through the scanner for the armory.

"Fuck!" I slammed my fist into the door when the light flashed red for a moment. "Work you stupid machine!" I ran my card again and pushed the door open as the light flashed green before swiftly closing it behind me.

"Well, what do we have here?" I smiled as I took in the still mostly full armory. "Looks like it's time to get some party favors."

---

September 21, 1998, Raccoon City
"First group of civilians are en route to the National Guard roadblocks," Jill said as she entered the main lobby where Chief Douglass was. "We should probably try and get in touch with the Kendo brothers and others that might still be in the city. "While we've got a decent amount of supplies here, there's no guarantee that they'll hold out."

"I trust you know how to get in touch with them?" Douglass asked.

"I've got the frequency of the short wave that they've got," Jill nodded. "Shouldn't take long before we can get ahold of them."

"SWAT is escorting civilians, and everyone else is either rotating the guard or assisting with inspecting the civilians we get in," Douglass said with a sigh. "I can't send anyone with you if you decide to go grab some more supplies or personnel."

"I'll grab Alice and the Hummer we brought," Jill replied with a shrug. "It wouldn't be the first time we've had to deal with Umbrella's experiments."

"Good luck, Valentine," Douglass said with a sad smile. "I'll try to keep the hatches battened down, you focus on surviving to make it back here."

"I'll do my best," Jill smiled. "See ya later chief."

–
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"Alright, we've got a handful of places to go, starting with the Kendo Brother's shop," Jill said as she slapped the charging handle of her MP5. "I'll get them on the radio while you get us there."

"You got it," Alice said as she slid her lever action off of her back and into the space between the driver and passenger seats. "Hey! We're heading out for supplies, open the gates for a minute."

"Let us clear it out for a moment!" the officer on guard responded as he signaled to the people up on the roof and in the small tower that they had built out of the back of a truck to shoot over the fence.

The sound of gunshots echoed as the officers killed the zombies on the other side of the fence, opening the way out.

"Alright, you're clear to go!" the officer yelled back. "Try to give us a heads up before you return, we're expecting to have to clear more of them out as the days go by."

"We'll let you know if we're able to!" Jill yelled back as Alice pulled out of the museum-turned-police station. "Stay safe boys!"

 

[ATP]

It seems,that they should use something bigger.What about elephant guns from shops for hunters? if you could kill elephant with one schoot,mutants would die,too.

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter 59

“What to grab?” I asked myself as I looked at the racks of weapons, trying to decide what I would be able to carry while still capable of fighting.

“Ooh,” I said as I felt a childlike sense of glee fill me. “I think I’ll keep this one for me,” I said as I grabbed the lone P90 that was sitting on the weapon racks and clipped it to my combat vest, letting it hang down while I began filling up the duffle bag with MP5s, shotguns, and handguns.

“This is going to suck,” I groaned as I hefted the duffle bag once I had loaded it up with ammunition for the weapons I had placed in it. Then, with a grunt, I slung it over my back and tightened it up, trying to get the weight properly distributed.

Grabbing a box of extra grenades, I sorted them out before slotting them in the correct places on my vest.

“Those spiders are probably extremely vulnerable to these,” I muttered as I tossed a flashbang up and down in my hands. “And I don’t need to stick around to fight, I really need to just hump it back to the garage as fast as possible.”

Moving back to the armory door, I grabbed one flashbang in my hand and my 10mm in the other. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door a crack and chucked the primed flashbang through the door before closing it shut and counting to three in my head.

Shoving the door open, I felt something get flung into the wall as I pushed past what appeared to be a slightly smaller version of the giant spider that I had killed earlier, the dog-sized spider now a streak of green blood against the opposite wall.

Grunting, I pushed past the corpse and continued running past the group of stunned spiders, not wanting to get bogged down in a fight.

Making my way back through the corridors that I had come through earlier, I dodged a handful of zombies and spiders before running into something that I had hoped to never see in this or any life.

“Well fuck me,” I muttered as I dodged a massive fist. “Looks like I’m going to have to make my own way out after all.”

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“That’s time,” Ed said to Louis. “As soon as we’ve finished figuring out this stupid puzzle lock to get the key we need to leave.”

“Give me a minute,” Louis replied. “I think I’ve got a note here that tells us how to unlock it.”

“Give me that,” Ed responded, the frustration evident in his voice as he grabbed the note and then facepalmed. “I should have known that it’d be some sort of stupid color-based lock.”

“Yeah, we’ve got to line up the primary colors with their opposites or something like that,” Louis replied with a heavy sigh. “Think we should just break down the door?”

“No, that’ll cause unnecessary noise,” Ed shook his head. “Let’s finish this stupid puzzle lock and get the hell out of here.”

“Hopefully this does it then,” Louis said as he spun the lock and a small noise sounded before the garage door started moving.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Ed smiled. “I didn’t think that actually was the lock, I thought that it just hid the key.”

“We should get into the vans,” Louis said as the doors continued to open. “The guys back at the apartment are counting on us to be back in time.”

“Yeah, let’s go,” Ed looked back at the door that led back into the precinct proper. “Shame about Mark though.”

“He’ll either make it out, or he won’t, but we’ve got our own asses to worry about,” Louis said as he pulled the older veteran to the vans. “Now let’s go.”

---

“Hey, Robert! Joseph! Open up!” Jill called out as she banged on the door to the Kendo Brother’s gunshop. “We’re here to help you evacuate!”

“Valentine, that you?” Robert asked as his face appeared in the barred window.

“Yeah,” Valentine smiled at the face of her friend. “You wanna let us in?”

“Yeah, give me a second,” Robert said as his face disappeared for a second, the sound of a deadbolt and other locks being disengaged sounding behind the door. “Jill, Alice,” the older brother greeted the two of them as he held a shotgun in one hand while his brother was behind the counter with a rifle. “What can we do for you?”
“We’re here to take your family to the Police HQ,” Jill said as she looked at the Kendo brothers and their families. “We’re evacuating what civilians we can with escorts, and we’d like to get you out as well.”

“You got a vehicle out there?” Joseph asked.

“Got a Hummer,” Jill replied. “It’ll be a bit of a squeeze, but we can get everyone squeezed in.”

“Let us grab whatever we can load up first,” Robert said as he turned and looked at the guns and ammunition that they had left. “I figure y’all might need some extra firepower.”

“Probably, a good idea,” Jill replied. “We’ll help load up what we can and then we’ll get moving back to the HQ.”

The Kendo brothers began opening the cases with guns and ammo before passing them over so they could begin loading them up into the Hummer.

“Here,” Joseph handed a belt of .357 ammo to Alice. “You might want this.”

“Thanks,” Alice slung the belt around her tac vest and secured it so it wasn’t in the way of anything. “I’ll put it to good use.”

“We don’t have a lot of stuff left,” Robert said with a sigh as he loaded the last bit of ammo into the Hummer. “We handed a lot of it out to folks that were trying to survive.”

“Every little bit helps,” Jill reassured the two gun store owners. “Now let’s get you and your families to safety.”

“I’ve got my supplies,” Joseph said once they packed into the vehicle. “I can help make some modifications to whatever you need when we get back to the HQ.”

“That’ll be up to Chief Douglass and the armorers,” Jill replied as she backed up and began moving back down the road. “Now hold on tight, we might have to deal with some stragglers, it’s been a while since we left.”

---

Meanwhile…

Lisa Trevor continued to mimic the one she was following, it had been some time since she regained most of her mind, but she still was relearning many things, and this was the way she would one day be able to take on the Hated One and get her revenge on those who did this to her and her family.

As Lisa moved out of the shadows, her body morphed into that of another woman, one that she had glimpsed as she moved through the city. Soon, she would find what she was looking for, and then she would be willing to act.

 

[ATP]

Is Lisa Trevor only mad for revenge,or could she be useful ally?

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter 60

Spinning after I dodged the fist, I snapped my 10mm up and snapped a shot off, the fast heavy round slowing the Tyrant down a bit as I moved further away.

“Didn’t expect one of you to show up for a few days,” I muttered. “Guess the party started a bit earlier than expected.”

Raising the pistol to eye level, I emptied the rest of the magazine into the Tyrant, all thirteen rounds causing it to stagger for a minute before it roared, a small armor plate with some dents showing underneath the massive coat that the creature wore as a spider jumped on top of the Tyrant, ripping the jacket apart with its legs as it tried to eat the much bigger creature.

Still glaring at me with its red eyes while I reloaded the 10mm, the Tyrant grabbed the massive spider, tore it into two pieces, and threw them at me, following it up by beginning to charge.

“Shit,” I swore as I turned and ran as fast as I could, turning a corner before putting the 10mm into the holster on my chest while grabbing the rifle that was slung behind me.

The footsteps thudded into the ground behind me, the sound echoing through the empty precinct.

“Door,” I spotted a door that would be out of sight of the corner and ducked inside, stilling my breathing as I looked at the dark office.

The heavy steps continued down the hall and then stopped, causing me to hold my breath as they neared the door office I was in and then continued again. Then a Screech echoed in the distance as one of the spiders began signaling that there was prey. The Tyrant, hearing this, began to run towards the screech, leaving me alone to catch my breath.

“Fuck,” I muttered as I flicked on the flashlight on my M4, trying to see where I was in the precinct. “Decided not to stay alive long enough to help, buddy?” I asked the corpse that was seated in the swivel chair at the desk. “Not like I could have used another hand right now or anything.” I began searching the dead officer and sighed as I found a keycard labeled ‘Armory’. “You know, would have been nice if you had a key that I didn’t already have, but I guess I’ll leave this here in case somebody else ends up needing it,” I sighed.

Satisfied that I was alone, I took the time to look through the duffle bag that I had stuffed full of weapons, trying to see if there was anything that I could use against the massive BOW that was loose in the precinct.

I grinned as I found an M203 grenade launcher in the bottom of the bag, then sighed and facepalmed as I realized that it was meant for use with an AR-15 or M16 with a much longer barrel than my M4.

Placing everything back into the bag, I zipped it up and slung it back onto my back while shouldering my M4 again and turning off my flashlight. Waiting a few minutes for my eyes to adjust, I eased the door open and peeked out, making sure that the Tyrant wasn’t waiting before I pushed the door the rest of the way open and stepped out into the hallway.

Looking up at the name on the office plaque, I figured out where I was relative to the motor pool and began moving.

“They left already,” I muttered as I glanced down at my watch and saw that it had been nearly an hour. “But there might be a vehicle left for me to use.”

“Moving down the corridor, I slowed my pace as I heard the footsteps of the Tyrant moving through the halls again, shoving myself into a cleaning closet and cracking open the door as the giant moved through where I had been a few seconds before.

Holding my breath again, I waited for the giant to continue on its path before I eased the closet door open and began moving quietly through the precinct again.

Looking at the pathway to the motor pool, I picked my way through the bodies of dead spiders, not sure if they would cause me to mutate if I were scratched or bit by one, but confident that I wouldn’t be turning into Spider-Man anytime soon if I did end up infected.

The Tyrant had been busy, I realized as I walked by what must have been the queen, a giant spider nearly six feet tall and twice as wide when you included the legs. The giant body still twitched as I walked by as what was left of its nervous system tried to keep it alive.

After what felt like hours of silent movement and quiet breathing, I reached the door to the motor pool and sagged in relief as the well-oiled door opened smoothly and quietly, safety was nearly mine.

Then I heard footsteps, the Tyrant was running toward me, so I bolted through the door and slammed it closed, the thin sheet of steel providing some needed moral support as the Tyrant slipped on some arachnid’s blood and hit the door like it was a gong.

“Oh, fuck!” I realized this wasn’t as safe as I once thought while the door frame began giving way to the massive creature.

“What will work?” I muttered as I thought desperately of a solution to my problem, my eyes eventually settling on the nozzles for the refueling station. “Kill it with fire, that normally works,” I said to myself as I ran to the nozzles and locked them open, spewing a mix of diesel fuel and gasoline onto the floor as I ran and got behind the wheel of one of the armored vans and cranked it up, throwing the vehicle into drive and placing one of the shotguns in the duffle bag onto the accelerator while I jumped out.

The armored van sped toward the door and hit the Tyrant as it threw the door open with a roar, the creature bouncing back a bit before it roared and seized the vehicle, stopping it in its tracks before it began to tilt due to the force exerted on it, the van tipping over as it completely lost its momentum.

I then peered through the holographic sight on my M4 and waited for the Tyrant to step into the pool of liquid, waiting for the right moment to squeeze the trigger as the Tyrant hunted for me.

The Tyrant roared its victory over the van as it stepped into the middle of the puddle of gasoline and diesel, the massive creature scanning the motor pool for where I was hiding.

“Die, motherfucker,” I squeezed the trigger and watched as the sparks from where the round hit the concrete set the fuel on fire in an explosion of hot air, the fire spreading throughout the garage.

Opening the driver door of the Crown Victoria that I was hiding behind, I climbed in and cranked the engine, shifting into reverse as I spun the car around before shifting to park and gunning the engine, the V6 providing me with enough horsepower to get out as the Tyrant writhed on the floor of the motor pool.

“Damn!” I swore as a secondary explosion caved in the entrance to the motor pool, the flames continuing to climb as the fuel was added, eventually reaching the gas tank of the armored van that I had used against the Tyrant and causing it to explode as well, sending shrapnel through the garage.

Flipping the lights on in the police vehicle, I drove back toward the apartment complex where Ed and Louis were supposed to pick up the rest of the civilians. They might still be there waiting for me, but if not, I had a ride that I could use.

---

“Should be arriving at the HQ in a few minutes,” Jill said to the Kendo family.

“Got it!” Robert replied with a thumbs up.

A missile streamed from the sky, hitting the Humvee, the explosion sending the vehicle flipping end over end, coming to rest on its side as a giant stood on a rooftop.

“STAAAARS!” The Creature roared as it tossed the rocket launcher to the side and jumped down to the street.

 

[AmosTrask]

“Moving down the corridor, I slowed my pace as I heard the footsteps of the Tyrant moving through the halls again, shoving myself into a cleaning

This quotation mark should not be here. Mark is sneaking quietly down the corridor. This makes it seem as though he is narrating his actions loudly as he does so.

spun the car around before shifting to park and gunning the engine, the V6 providing

I assume you meant high gear.

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter 61

“Let’s see if you guys are still there,” I muttered to myself as I parked the Crown Vic and grabbed the duffle bag full of weapons. “If not, I might just bed down for the night,” I looked at the sky and noted that it was a moonless night. “I know I’m in a horror universe,” I said to whoever was watching. “You don’t have to emphasize it by having it be dark all the time.”

The power went out on this side of the city as soon as the words left my lips.

“Dammit,” I swore as I flipped on the flashlight mounted to my M4. “Should’ve kept my mouth shut.”

I opened up the apartment door and was greeted by an empty hallway where the small group of people had been before. “Anyone decide to stay here?” I called out as I began clearing the bottom floor of the apartment building.

The building remained silent as I moved through the empty building, eventually making my way to the stairs where I began moving to the second floor.

Checking the apartment doors, I eventually found one that was unlocked and went inside, locking the door behind me and deadbolting it.

Sitting down on the couch that was in plain view, I tossed the duffle bag full of weapons down beside me and unslung my rifle before unzipping my tac vest. “That feels nice,” I breathed out as my sweaty torso finally was able to breathe. Leaning my M4 against the side of the couch, I unclipped the P90 and set it down as well before unholstering my 10mm and laying it on my chest as I leaned back facing the door, and laid my ballcap over my eyes. It was time to get some shut-eye.

I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. Tomorrow there would be more to deal with and I needed every bit of rest I could get.

---

Jill blinked the black away, her brain struggling to process what had happened as a small drop of blood fell from her nose and hit the roof of the Humvee below her.

“I’m up!” Jill said loudly as she then winced, her head ringing from the blood flow.

“Alice, Kendo?” Jill asked as she turned and noticed that Alice was shaking herself awake, the Kendo brothers both unconscious as were both of their families.

“I’m here,” Alice muttered as she unbuckled her seat belt and allowed herself to hit the roof of the Humvee. “Jill, let me help you get loose,” Alice pulled out a knife and cut the seat belt that was holding Jill in place. “Take it easy for a minute,” Alice muttered. “The airbag hit you pretty hard.”

“Check on the kids,” Jill murmured. “They might have been hurt.”

“Shit,” Alice swore as she began checking on the Kendo family. “Robert’s dead, and so is Joseph’s wife.”

“The kids?” Jill asked.

“Only one of them made it,” Alice shook her head. “Fuck!” she rammed her hand into the side of the Humvee. “We need to get them out of here.”

“Give me a minute,” Jill said as she held her head. “Your medic is never around when you fuckin’ need him.”

Jill then pulled herself out of the vehicle, her jacket tearing on some glass shards from the windshield.

“Looks like this won’t work anymore,” Jill took off the jacket and tried to pull Joseph out.

“STAAAAARS!” a voice roared as another missile streaked out from the launcher, Jill and Alice diving away just as what was left of the Humvee exploded.
“Friend of yours?” Alice asked as she aimed with her lever-action.

“Nah,” Jill shook her head as the adrenaline pumping through her system washed away her aches and pains. “We just met.”

The giant moved slowly and methodically after the two women, intent on pursuing them for as long as necessary to fulfill its mission.

“This thing can take a hit!” Alice yelled as she fired the .357 Magnum into the chest of the figure, only for it to barely flinch. “What do you think we can use to take it down?”

“Nothing on us!” Jill replied as the creature turned to charge her. “And it’s not like there’s anything we can grab out of the Humvee!”

Alice braced against the wall of a building as she lined up her shot, the lever-action barking once as she severed a tentacle that was emerging out of the giant’s hand, causing the monster to flinch backward and away from Jill.

“I think I stunned it!” Alice said as she grabbed Jill’s hand. “Now come on, we’ve got to get out of here.”

The two women ducked into an alleyway out of sight and into a warehouse, slamming the door shut behind them and sighing in relief as heavy footsteps pushed past where they were.

“Dammit!” Jill said as she processed everything. “I was supposed to get them out of this alive.”

“There was nothing we could have done,” Alice muttered. “We were just lucky this time. Next time we might not be.”

“I hope that Mark is having a better time, tonight,” Jill said as she sunk to her knees with her back up against the wall, burying her head into her arms. “Because tonight fucking sucks.”

“Can say that again,” Alice did the same on the opposite wall. “You think he made it out of that mess across the river?”

“I bet he’s holed up somewhere nice and cozy for the night,” Jill said sarcastically, trying to push through the pain with humor. “He always gets the nice jobs.”

---

“Well shit,” I said as I looked out the window of the apartment at the small wave of zombies that were in the streets. “Glad I’m up here.”

I had woken up from a brief nap and put all of my gear back on before raiding what was left of the apartment's kitchen, tearing open a pack of pop tarts, and opening a Yoohoo that I had found was still cold in the fridge.

Then, the screeching began, the low murmur of the zombies wasn’t enough there was something that was making noise, and it was at a frequency that was high enough that I wouldn’t be getting any more sleep for the night.

Rubbing my temple to stave off the headache, I polished off one of the Pop-Tarts before taking a sip of the cold chocolate beverage.

“This is going to be a long night,” I turned my flashlight off and looked out the window across the river where I could see the occasional tracer round and flash of light. I then opened the window and reached into my vest where I pulled out a cigar that I had stashed before leaving for the night.
“Might was well enjoy this,” I said as I pulled out a match and lit the cigar. “I’m not likely to get to enjoy another one for a while.”

 

[ATP]

Kendo brothers&kids served only as cannonfodders here,to show how strong mutant following them was.
Please do not do that again.

 

[MarkWarrior]

Kendo brothers&kids served only as cannonfodders here,to show how strong mutant following them was.
Please do not do that again.

They died to a rocket that Nemesis fired. And I can try to change the base universe all I want to but it won’t make everyone survive. Resident Evil is not a nice place to be in. And lots of people don’t make it. Sometimes even the protagonist dies.

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter 62

“I’m going to kill whatever is making that noise,” I muttered as I opened the door to the apartment. “And then I’m getting back to HQ.”

I unbolted the door and eased the door open, my suppressed Sig in hand as I moved into the hallway, checking to make sure my corners were clear before I moved to the stairs, the dawn sky helping illuminate the bottom floor of the apartment building.

“Damn,” I swore as I looked out the door at the crowd of zombies milling around outside the building. “I might have to go across the river again.”

I sighed and moved across the building to the other side, the door there led to a path to the river.

Holstering my sidearm at my hip, I grabbed one of the magazines of green-tipped rounds that I had grabbed from the armory and loaded while I was in there. I then swapped the magazine in my rifle and chambered a round, now satisfied that I was prepared for more of the creatures that had been in the river. “Need something that will let the gear float,” I muttered as I looked around the exit, trying to see what would help keep the duffle bag full of weapons and ammunition afloat.

Spotting a couple of life jackets, I looped them through the straps on the bag and ensured everything was secure.

“Hope this works,” I groaned, hefting the duffle bag and shouldering it once again. Opening the door with the barrel of my M4 as I left the apartment behind me.

I picked my steps carefully as I moved down the river bank, leaving the high-pitched noise that had been keeping me up for the entire night behind me.

“I hate this part of the job,” I said as I braced myself to enter the cold water once again, the shock hitting me and shaking what little vestiges of exhaustion I had left away for a minute as I began swimming across the river.

Knowing that there were likely some of the Hunters chasing me, I swam as fast as I could, hoping to reach the other side before I had to fight one or more of them.

I reached the shallow part of the shore and got my feet underneath me, bracing for something before my feet were swept out from underneath me, leaving me just enough time to grab a breath of air before I was pulled under the water.

Struggling, I kicked loos from what had grabbed me and broke for the surface, getting up in time to grab air before being dragged back under and pulled further downstream. Struggling while holding my breath, I grabbed the knife attached to my vest and cut through the strap of the duffle bag, the weight disappearing as the bag was pulled away from me.

Grabbing at what was pulling me, I brought my knife and stabbed it into whatever it was, a muffled screech sounding through the water as the thing jerked away.

“Where the hell am I?” I asked as I surfaced, finding myself in a dark area that was probably intended for storm surge. Spotting a small walkway, I swam over and pulled myself up, the knife still gripped in my hand as I sat down for a second to get some more sweet air in my lungs.

Sheathing my knife, I ran my hands down my body, doing a physical inspection to make sure that no further injuries were present.

“M4 is still here,” I pulled the rifle back around and made sure the barrel was clear of water. “P90 is as well,” I patted the pouches for my magazines and sidearms, and everything was still in place minus a few magazines that were no longer in my pouches. “I’ll probably encounter that thing again,” I said as I made sure that everything was still functional on my weapons. “Now, let’s see where we are.”

---

“Alice,” Jill gently shook the other woman awake. “It’s daytime, we’re probably safe to head back to the HQ.”
“Ugh,” Alice stretched before standing up. “You think that Thing is going to be looking for us?”

“I’m hoping not,” Jill said as she cracked her neck. “It didn’t attack us until it started getting dark.”

“It’ll probably start getting bolder as more people turn into zombies,” Alice pointed out. “It could talk, so it’s clearly a step up from what Umbrella normally works with. It might have been instructed to avoid Cameras and the like.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” Jill replied as she pulled her Samurai Edge out of its chest holster, her bare arms showing now that her STARS jacket had been ripped to shreds. “But I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”

“I suppose so,” Alice made sure to load some more rounds into her Lever-Action. “You ready to move?”

“Let’s go,” Jill agreed with a nod.

“On you, lead,” Alice said as Jill braced the door and threw it open, making sure the other side was clear.

“Clear,” Jill called out. “Let’s move, I don’t want to be trapped in an alleyway if that thing comes back.”


–
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“There a reason we’re moving closer to the river?” Alice asked.

“Clear sight lines for the most part,” Jill replied. “I want to see what’s ahead or behind us. Make sure we have enough warning to cause some damage if need be.”

“You see that?” Alice asked, pointing to a black bag with the RPD logo on the side of it stuck on a small branch.

“Yeah,” Jill replied. “Let’s see what it is.”

Jumping into the river, Jill pulled out the bag and groaned under the weight before tossing it onto the shore and walking out after it.

“Whatever it is, it’s fuckin’ heavy,” Jill complained.

“For good reason too,” Alice said as she unzipped it. “There’s a ton of gear in here.”

“Really now?” Jill asked, peering over the other woman’s shoulder.

“We’re not going to be able to carry this thing the entire time,” Alice pointed out. “Just grab what you think you’ll need and we’ll try and carry what we can of everything else.”

“M16,” Jill said as she pulled out an older surplus rifle. “Haven’t used one of these in years, but I’m familiar enough with it. She peered through the sights for a minute and then nodded to herself. “My MP5 didn’t survive the crash, and this’ll give me some more firepower.”

“I’ll grab one of these shotguns,” Alice said as she grabbed a Benelli M3 with a collapsable stock and a couple of boxes of shotgun shells. “Anything else you think we’ll need?”

“This,” Jill grabbed the M203 grenade launcher out of the bottom of the bag. “I figure we’re probably going to face that giant again, and some extra firepower might make all the difference.”

“Agreed,” Alice nodded. “We’ll need to grab all of the grenades though.”

“That’s fine,” Jill shrugged. “I’ll hump whatever extra ammo we need.”

The two women packed their tactical vests full of gear and then began moving, Jill holding the M16 in a low ready position as they began their trek back to the Police HQ.

 

[MarkWarrior]

So, after getting some much needed advice from a good friend and much better author than I am, I'm going to be making some changes.

1. I'm going to be rewriting Blood on the Horizon.
2. I'm going to be slowly doing the same with my other works.
3. Updates to all of my stories and fanfics will continue, but I'm going to be putting them in a regular update schedule which will be as follows barring vacations and other things.

Mondays will be the BOTH rewrite.
Tuesday will be The Good Tenant
Wednesday goes to Beyond the Horizon
Thursday is War on the Horizon
Friday is my Original fiction.

Saturday and Sunday might go to the rewrites or I might simply rest. It will depend on how I feel on the weekends.

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter 63


The chopper shuddered underneath Captain Viktor Mikhail as it descended through the odd fog that seemed to surround Raccoon City.

“Delta, we are here to evacuate any and all uninfected civilians that we encounter,” the man gave his Kalashnikov a look lover and chambered a round. “I believe there are some police forces still alive and guarding evacuation points within, we shall assist them if possible.”

“We’re over the landing site!” the pilot announced.

The group slid down the ropes that were dropped from the chopper, Viktor dropping second and bringing his Kalashnikov up. “Oliviera, take left, Nikolai, you’re in command of the second squad.”

“Delta, we’re moving out of the city,” the pilot said. “We’ll be on standby when you need pickup.”

“Understood,” Mikhail replied. “We’ll be in contact.”

“Where is everyone?” one of the UBCS soldiers asked.

“No clue man,” Oliviera shook his head. “But I’ve never been in a city this quiet before.”

A burst of fire ripped into a concrete wall.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Nikolai chewed the other soldier out.

“Sorry sir, I thought I saw something.”

“Well make sure there’s an actual threat next time,” the Sergeant chided.

Nikolai turned to the rest of the squad before a sickening “crack!” was heard behind him.

“Get down!” Oliviera roared while holding down the trigger.

A stream of tracers erupted from the barrel, the green flickers of light striking the mutated creature and driving it back.

“Medic!”

“No pulse, he’s gone,” the Medic shook her head.

“Grab his tags,” Mikhail ordered. “We’ve got to move.”

Zombies began moving out into the street, flooding the space and surrounding the small platoon of soldiers.

“Use grenades to clear a path,” Oliviera called out. “Then pick a building.”

---

“I was nearly eaten by a fucking overgrown goldfish!” I spat as I slammed my last magazine into my rifle and slapped the side of my rifle with a vengeance.

Turning away from the water, I allowed the M4 to hang from its sling while I pulled the P90 up to my shoulder and looked at the doorway.

Limping forward, I tried the door handle, the door easing open with a menacing shriek.

I sighed as I pushed through the entrance and found exactly what I expected painted on the wall.

“It’s always something,” I moved into the facility and sat down against the wall.

Unzipping my backpack, I pulled out the large medbag and grabbed one of the ace bandages.

Sucking air through my teeth, I stretched my left leg out and grunted as the pain increased while I began wrapping it tightly while leaving enough room for motion.

Securing the bandage tightly, I slid my pants leg down before grabbing some Safesprin out of the bag and downing the pills along with some water.

Leaning my head back against the wall, I closed my eyes and rested for a moment, allowing the medicine to do its work of easing the throbbing of my head and knee.

---

“Someone call the army in?” Alice asked as four Russian choppers flew overhead.

“If we did, they wouldn’t be flying those,” Jill shook her head. “Them’s Ruskie birds from the old USSR.”

“Umbrella?” Alice asked.

“Likely,” Jill nodded. “Lots of military supplies went on sale on the markets when the USSR collapsed. “Lotta soldiers of fortune too.”

“Should we change our route?” Alice asked.

“No, we’ll keep pushing. The HQ isn’t all that far away from here,” Jill replied.

---

The trio of school buses slowed to a stop at the National Guard checkpoint, the door opening with a hiss as people got up from their seats.

“Miss Birkin?” One officer asked.

“That’s me,” Annette responded with a frown.

“I’m going to need you and your daughter to come with us,” the Major said with a small smile. “You’re not in any trouble, but my CO said that you might have some intel on what’s really going on in the city.”

“I’ll answer any questions to the best of my ability,” Annette replied. “But I’d like to be able to contact my family and arrange transportation somewhere else.”

“We can help with that, ma’am,” the officer said politely. “CO’s this way.”

–
–

“I’m Colonel Cromwell,” A giant of a man greeted the two blondes with a firm handshake for Annette, and a peppermint and a smile for Sherry. “Major Shanks, thank you for escorting them here.”

“Yes sir,” Shanks replied. “I’ll be back at the roadblock if you need me,” the door swung shut behind him.

“Mrs. Birkin, I just sent a team of Delta operators in not more than a few hours ago to extract you and your husband,” Cromwell said as he sat at his desk. “I’ve yet to receive contact with them and I am short on both time and intelligence on what the hell is going on in Raccoon City,” The colonel sighed. “The Governor of the state along with the Joint Chiefs and the President are currently up my ass, so I’d appreciate some answers.”

“I’ll answer what I can,” Annette replied, her voice quivering a bit. “But I need to know that you’ve already been told first.”

---

Ada looked through the data on the late Chief Irons and sighed. Even if she were just playing a role, this man had been scum based on what they had found.

“You got everything you need?” Chief Douglass asked as he entered the office. “We’re about to start evacuating the nonessential personnel now that we’ve cleared out the civilians.”

“I think I’ll stay and render assistance where it may be needed,” Ada smiled. “After all, it seems that you’ll need all the help you can get.”

“Got that right,” Douglass sighed. “Zombie attacks have been getting worse since the day everything kicked off. I’m worried that by tomorrow there’ll only be a few of us left alive.”

“Why not evacuate everyone then?” Ada asked genuine curiosity on her face.

“Because if there’s even the slightest chance of us getting someone out alive in this hellhole we’re going to take it,” Douglass replied. “Unfortunately, the three of my people with the most experience with this sort of thing never came back, so we’re listing them as MIA pending KIA until we either receive contact or find their bodies.”

“Well chief,” Ada spread her arms out. “I am at your disposal, use me as you wish,” she smirked at the double entendre.

“Go see if they need help at the screening station or with manning the gates,” Douglass replied. “I assume you know your way around a rifle?”

“I do,” Ada nodded.

“Good, go hit the armory first, then go see where they need you,” Douglass pointed to her holstered sidearm. “You’re going to want more than just that, trust me.”

 

[ATP]

Now,it is part when USA president should kill each Umbrella official,and most operatives.
Sending all normal workers to prison,just in case.

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter 64

"Well, the safesprin isn't doing much of anything," I muttered as I peeled my wet pants leg up above my knee, wincing as the red and swollen joint was revealed. "I'm going to have to wrap it if I'm going to be mobile."

Taking the slung M4 off of my back, I set it down against the wall beside me before twisting and letting my backpack fall off of my left shoulder, the momentum of the pack shifting to fall in front of me.

Unzipping the backpack, I reached in and grabbed the medkit, water still dripping from the crevices and pockets of the backpack.

Setting the backpack down, I opened up the medkit and grabbed a plastic-wrapped Ace bandage, a smile crossing my face as I realized it was still dry.

I grunted in pain as I began wrapping my left knee, the pain getting worse as I did so.

"That's more than a bruise," I muttered as I secured the tightly wrapped bandage and slid my pants leg back down. "Odds are that I damaged the joint."

Leaning up against the wall behind me for a minute, I breathed deeply, listening for any hitches in breathing that might indicate cracked ribs or other similar issues.

"Ugh," I opened my eyes and used the wall to stand up. "I've got to start moving, staying still here is likely to draw the attention of something that I don't want."

Grabbing the medkit, I sealed it back up before tossing it back into the backpack. "I hate wet clothes," I muttered as I grabbed my M4 and let it rest on my back underneath the wet backpack, an uncalled-for shiver going down my spine as water dripped down my back.

"What's one more underground Umbrella lab?" I asked myself as I shouldered my P90 and began limping down the brightly lit hallway. "It's not like I'll have to write a report about this later."

---

"Dammit Jenkin, fire your weapon!" Nikolai yelled at one of the Delta Platoon soldiers while firing his AKM into a small cluster of zombies.

"They're everywhere Sarge!"

"Oliviera!" Captain Mikhail barked, a jerk of his head indicated what was needed.

"On it Captain," Corporal Oliviera replied as he grabbed Jenkins and threw him bodily into a wall.

"Jenkins, get it together, we're professionals here," Oliviera leaned in close. "Now, you can move with us or get left behind, but you better start firing your damned weapon. Understand me?"

"Got it," Jenkins shook as piss dripped down his pants.

"We're good now!" Oliviera called out as he shook his head at the other mercenary.

"There's a hotel nearby," Nikolai reported. "And it doesn't look occupied."

"Move in," Mikhail ordered. "We need to set up a position and start working towards our objective, yes?"

"Yes sir," Oliviera said as he pulled a spent grenade from his underslung grenade launcher and loaded a fresh one. "Fire in the hole!" the blast blew apart a group of zombies that were blocking the entrance to the hotel.

"Move move move!" Nikolai ordered, leading the way into the hotel. "You want to die out here?"

"Door's blocked off!" One of the members said as he tried to shove it open.

"Breacher!"

"I'm moving!"

The CQB expert braced with his shotgun while the breacher set up a small group of shaped chargers.

"We're clear, charges are set!"

"On you!" the CQB nodded at the breacher.

"Fire in the hole!" the breacher yelled as he hit the detonator, the door blasting inward while the CQB moved in, Nikolai moving right behind him.

"Clear!"

"Nikolai, take two men and clear out the floor above us," Mikhail ordered. "Oliviera, the rest of you, I want this door blocked off again."

"Yes sir!" the members of Delta Platoon jumped to the tasks at hand.

–
–

"You, go clear that room," Nikolai instructed. "We're going to move ahead."

Nikolai smiled as he saw the signs of what was lurking in the hotel, it seemed that his bank balance was going to be quite a bit larger after this was all said and done.

---

Jill sighed as she looked at the line of burning vehicles and blocked off paths.

"Go through the houses?" Alice asked.

"We have no idea how many zombies are in any of them," Jill shook her head. "We're going to have to find an alternate route."

"It took us longer than it should have to get here," Alice looked at the dark skies. "If we were still going to have daylight, I'd agree with staying outside. But as it is our visibility is going to be cut short."

"I'd wanted to make more progress," Jill glanced at the fog that seemed everywhere in the city. "But you're right about being able to see."

"STAAAAAARRRRSSSS!" The giant roared from a nearby alleyway.

"Move!" Alice shoved Jill away as the monster narrowly missed her.

"Get clear, Alice! Try and find Mark! I'll lead this thing off on a chase!" Jill said as she took off into a sprint, her M16 tucked into her chest.

"I'm not leaving you to face this thing alone!" Alice fired her lever action, cycling it rapidly to get rounds on target, the giant flinching back from the .357 magnum rounds that left gaping holes in its skin before the flesh started knitting itself back together.

With a roar, the giant turned to face the biggest threat, and snapping a stop sign in half, threw it like a javelin at the lithe scientist.

"Not today bastard," Alice swore as she slid underneath the sign, her handgun snapping out of its holster to maintain fire while she climbed to her feet.

"Get clear!" Jill yelled, the M16 braced against her shoulder as her hand found the familiar grip of the grenade launcher and gently squeezed the trigger.

—
—

Alice stumbled, her vision blurry and her ears ringing as she tried to reorient herself.

A dark figure grabbed her and pulled her along, a bunch of noise and light leaving the weapon that it was carrying as it shoved her into a nearby building and slammed the door behind them.

"A****! *a* *o* **ar me?"

Alice shook her head, not understanding what she was happening.

"*uc*!" The figure dragged her farther into the building as the door fell in behind them, the entire entrance falling down around the giant as the supports collapsed.

"**ome ** *e *ot ** *et out *f **ere."

The figure pulled her into a side room and covered her mouth, pushing her against the wall as a series of thuds walked past the room.

Alice shuddered as she felt something drip from the ceiling onto her face. And looking up, she let out a scream before everything went black.

Author’s note: the last half of this chapter was written on my phone. I expect I’ll have to go fix errors.

 

[ATP]

Chapter 64

"Well, the safesprin isn't doing much of anything," I muttered as I peeled my wet pants leg up above my knee, wincing as the red and swollen joint was revealed. "I'm going to have to wrap it if I'm going to be mobile."

Taking the slung M4 off of my back, I set it down against the wall beside me before twisting and letting my backpack fall off of my left shoulder, the momentum of the pack shifting to fall in front of me.

Unzipping the backpack, I reached in and grabbed the medkit, water still dripping from the crevices and pockets of the backpack.

Setting the backpack down, I opened up the medkit and grabbed a plastic-wrapped Ace bandage, a smile crossing my face as I realized it was still dry.

I grunted in pain as I began wrapping my left knee, the pain getting worse as I did so.

"That's more than a bruise," I muttered as I secured the tightly wrapped bandage and slid my pants leg back down. "Odds are that I damaged the joint."

Leaning up against the wall behind me for a minute, I breathed deeply, listening for any hitches in breathing that might indicate cracked ribs or other similar issues.

"Ugh," I opened my eyes and used the wall to stand up. "I've got to start moving, staying still here is likely to draw the attention of something that I don't want."

Grabbing the medkit, I sealed it back up before tossing it back into the backpack. "I hate wet clothes," I muttered as I grabbed my M4 and let it rest on my back underneath the wet backpack, an uncalled-for shiver going down my spine as water dripped down my back.

"What's one more underground Umbrella lab?" I asked myself as I shouldered my P90 and began limping down the brightly lit hallway. "It's not like I'll have to write a report about this later."

---

"Dammit Jenkin, fire your weapon!" Nikolai yelled at one of the Delta Platoon soldiers while firing his AKM into a small cluster of zombies.

"They're everywhere Sarge!"

"Oliviera!" Captain Mikhail barked, a jerk of his head indicated what was needed.

"On it Captain," Corporal Oliviera replied as he grabbed Jenkins and threw him bodily into a wall.

"Jenkins, get it together, we're professionals here," Oliviera leaned in close. "Now, you can move with us or get left behind, but you better start firing your damned weapon. Understand me?"

"Got it," Jenkins shook as piss dripped down his pants.

"We're good now!" Oliviera called out as he shook his head at the other mercenary.

"There's a hotel nearby," Nikolai reported. "And it doesn't look occupied."

"Move in," Mikhail ordered. "We need to set up a position and start working towards our objective, yes?"

"Yes sir," Oliviera said as he pulled a spent grenade from his underslung grenade launcher and loaded a fresh one. "Fire in the hole!" the blast blew apart a group of zombies that were blocking the entrance to the hotel.

"Move move move!" Nikolai ordered, leading the way into the hotel. "You want to die out here?"

"Door's blocked off!" One of the members said as he tried to shove it open.

"Breacher!"

"I'm moving!"

The CQB expert braced with his shotgun while the breacher set up a small group of shaped chargers.

"We're clear, charges are set!"

"On you!" the CQB nodded at the breacher.

"Fire in the hole!" the breacher yelled as he hit the detonator, the door blasting inward while the CQB moved in, Nikolai moving right behind him.

"Clear!"

"Nikolai, take two men and clear out the floor above us," Mikhail ordered. "Oliviera, the rest of you, I want this door blocked off again."

"Yes sir!" the members of Delta Platoon jumped to the tasks at hand.

–
–

"You, go clear that room," Nikolai instructed. "We're going to move ahead."

Nikolai smiled as he saw the signs of what was lurking in the hotel, it seemed that his bank balance was going to be quite a bit larger after this was all said and done.

---

Jill sighed as she looked at the line of burning vehicles and blocked off paths.

"Go through the houses?" Alice asked.

"We have no idea how many zombies are in any of them," Jill shook her head. "We're going to have to find an alternate route."

"It took us longer than it should have to get here," Alice looked at the dark skies. "If we were still going to have daylight, I'd agree with staying outside. But as it is our visibility is going to be cut short."

"I'd wanted to make more progress," Jill glanced at the fog that seemed everywhere in the city. "But you're right about being able to see."

"STAAAAAARRRRSSSS!" The giant roared from a nearby alleyway.

"Move!" Alice shoved Jill away as the monster narrowly missed her.

"Get clear, Alice! Try and find Mark! I'll lead this thing off on a chase!" Jill said as she took off into a sprint, her M16 tucked into her chest.

"I'm not leaving you to face this thing alone!" Alice fired her lever action, cycling it rapidly to get rounds on target, the giant flinching back from the .357 magnum rounds that left gaping holes in its skin before the flesh started knitting itself back together.

With a roar, the giant turned to face the biggest threat, and snapping a stop sign in half, threw it like a javelin at the lithe scientist.

"Not today bastard," Alice swore as she slid underneath the sign, her handgun snapping out of its holster to maintain fire while she climbed to her feet.

"Get clear!" Jill yelled, the M16 braced against her shoulder as her hand found the familiar grip of the grenade launcher and gently squeezed the trigger.

—
—

Alice stumbled, her vision blurry and her ears ringing as she tried to reorient herself.

A dark figure grabbed her and pulled her along, a bunch of noise and light leaving the weapon that it was carrying as it shoved her into a nearby building and slammed the door behind them.

"A****! *a* *o* **ar me?"

Alice shook her head, not understanding what she was happening.

"*uc*!" The figure dragged her farther into the building as the door fell in behind them, the entire entrance falling down around the giant as the supports collapsed.

"**ome ** *e *ot ** *et out *f **ere."

The figure pulled her into a side room and covered her mouth, pushing her against the wall as a series of thuds walked past the room.

Alice shuddered as she felt something drip from the ceiling onto her face. And looking up, she let out a scream before everything went black.

Author’s note: the last half of this chapter was written on my phone. I expect I’ll have to go fix errors.

So,Knight in shining zombie armour come to Alice,or friendly rapist?
See in next issue !

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter 65

"Come on," William Coen pulled the young woman inside a house. "We've got to avoid the freaks that are out there."

The girl remained silent, simply moving after Billy with an odd shuffle to her gait.

"At least you're able to listen," Billy sighed as he transitioned to inspecting the house. "Let's see if there's anything useful in here while we wait for the freak show to move past."

The girl nodded as she moved toward the kitchen, opening the fridge with a flick of her wrist.

"I guess that leaves me with the bedrooms then," Billy muttered as he turned away from the kitchen and the ravenous young adult within.

Moving into the master bedroom, Billy rifled through the closet, smirking as he saw something that would be very useful indeed.

"Now this is something that I haven't used in a while," Billy pulled the Remington 700 out of the closet and ran his hands over the familiar shape. Pulling the magazine out, Billy nodded to himself as he saw the three rounds loaded before he pulled the bolt back, finding an empty chamber.

Moving more clothing around, Billy smiled as he grabbed the two boxes of .308 that were sitting on a shelf and stuffed them into his cargo pockets.

"You know, I never did get your name!" Billy called out as he continued looting the house.

"Lisa!" an oddly stilted voice replied.

"Well, I'm glad I showed up in time to help you out, Lisa!" Billy tore off the shirt he was wearing and pulled a fresh shirt and jacket out of the closet. "Let's work together and get out of here."

Billy finished changing clothes and then turned around, finding the girl with a small revolver in her hand and her finger on the trigger.

"First time using a weapon like this?" Billy asked as he got in close. "Let me show you how to use it properly."

---

"Someone needs to fire Umbrella's architects," I muttered as I limped down yet another long and winding hallway. "What's the point of grandstanding if you're keeping it all a secret anyway?"
Coming to the doorway at the end, I shifted my weight off of my bad leg and braced myself against the door frame, my P90 tucked into my shoulder as I cracked the door open and pied my corner.

"Whelp, I don't think there's going to be many survivors down here," I said as I looked at the blood all over the floor. "Might be some evidence though," I sighed. "Guess I get to find out."

Flipping on the light mounted to the P90, I looked around, trying to see beyond the red glow of emergency lighting.

Stopping as I heard a sound, I turned off my light and hid as a massive Licker shoved a fallen desk over and moved to the door that I just left, fresh blood falling to the ground and leaving a trail behind it.

Then the Licker charged the closed steel door, a small dent appearing as it bounced off.

I grabbed the last frag grenade off of my vest as I watched the Licker prepare to charge the door again.

Pulling the pin, I released the spoon and tossed the baseball-sized orb at the Licker, ducking behind a group of filing cabinets as I did so and covering my ears.

The Licker vanished in a cloud of shrapnel, and I flinched as the filing cabinets were peppered with metal bits.

Shuffling to my feet, I made sure the Licker was dead before turning to walk further into the facility. I knew that there was something down here. Something important.

---

HUNK sighed as Alpha 4 went down to a group of BOWs, it seems that there were few that were capable of surviving in this environment.

"James is down," Alpha 5 said as he brought up the rear. "Should I put him out of his misery?"

"It is a waste of ammunition," HUNK replied as he checked his magazines. "Our evacuation route will take us through some of the densest areas of the city. We must retain what capabilities we possess."

The two remaining members of Alpha fell into step with HUNK as he moved down an alleyway.

"We need to make it to the Police HQ," HUNK stated. "It is where we will be evacuated once we are able to make contact with NIGHT HAWK."

"That's the rest of the way across the city though," Alpha 6 complained. "Why not just try and leave via the outskirts and make our way back from there?"

"That is one of the alternate options that we have listed," HUNK stated. "But it is one of the least preferred. If we are to complete our objective the greater chance lies in NIGHT HAWK."

"Police HQ it is," Alpha 5 sighed. "I hope you updated your live insurance policy, Miguel. 'Cuz I'm not sure we're making it out of here alive. Not with the Grim Reaper here as our lead."

---

"Keep it down, Bisenti," Major Browning hissed at the Delta Force member. "These things are attracted to sound."

"Sorry, sir," Bisenti replied as he shifted position. "Lots of trash along the path we're taking. Won't happen again"

"You boys okay back there?" Staff Sergeant Cromwell asked.

"I'm still not sure what this thing does," groaned one of the bulkier members of the team. "But it's fuckin' heavy."

"Experimental portable railgun tech," the technician of the group answered. "The spooks are counting on us extracting some of the scientists. But they're also expecting us to face some of the creatures they've been cooking up in their labs."

"My biggest question is this," Bisenti said as he stopped and listened to the silence. "Where are all of the civilians?"

"I think we're about to find out," Browning said as he peered over the side of the building, dropping a chemlight into the dark streets.


"Holy shit," Cromwell swore as he looked at the crowd of zombies."There must be thousands of them down there."

"Sarge, I don't think I've got enough ammo for these guys," the man holding the SAW muttered.

"Bisenti, get on the comms," Browning ordered. "If they're out then get out the Sat phone. Command needs to know about this."

"Copy that sir," Bisenti swung the radio off of his back and knelt down. "I'll see what I can do."

"Browning, something is happening," the tech said as his knuckles turned white around his rifle.

"There's some sort of giant walking down there, sir."

"That things got a fucking mini gun! Get down!" Cromwell yelled.

 

[ATP]

It is nice,that Lisa get family.I hope,that dude would survive as her older brother.

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter 66

"I really hate this," I muttered as I limped further into the bloodstained lab, finding a door that had been torn open from the inside.

Wrapping myself around the P90, I eased around the corner, seeing nothing but dark flickering lights and more blood streaks on the walls and floor.

Flicking my flashlight on and off, I began combing the hallway, walking carefully so as not to slip on the gore-soaked floor.

In a corner of the darkness, a small pile of armored bodies lay over white lab coats.

Moving closer, I wrinkled my nose as the metallic smell of iron filled the air. Then, taking a knee, I began going through the bodies for ammunition and access cards.

"Sorry bud," I said as I slid a magazine out of a pouch and slid it into one of my empties. "But I don't think you can use this anymore."

Some of the security were using Berettas, the common sidearm of the US military and police, but there was one that stood out.

"Oh, someone had expensive taste," I said as I tried to pry the handgun out of his hands, eventually breaking a few fingers to do so. Unzipping a pouch on my backpack, I tucked it in before grabbing the few magazines that were left and tucked them into one of the larger pouches on my vest.

Standing up from my kneeling position, I groaned as my knee protested the movement, causing me to stagger against a wall before the pain eased a bit.

Hearing a groan behind me, I sighed as the small group of dead scientists and guards began groaning, the weight of all the bodies keeping the few zombies contained for now.

Grabbing my last incendiary grenade, I pulled the pin and limped away, leaving the grenade behind as the fuel began to spread, the hallway of bodies eventually filling with fire as I moved further into the lab.

At the end of this hallway, there was an elevator, and a keycard reader that shined bright red in the darkness.

Pulling the small handful of keycards that I grabbed from the scientists, I began using them one by one until one caused the light to flicker to green, the elevator doors sliding open with a welcoming chime.

"Further into the abyss," I muttered as I entered the elevator, seeing that there was only one stop. "Next stop, the ninth level of hell."

---

Alice woke up in a fog, her eyes gradually adjusting to the odd light that was hitting her eyelids.

Finally, her eyelids slid open, revealing that she was suspended in a web.

Grunting, Alice turned her head, peering around to see that a massive spider was wrapping a nearby monster in its silk embrace.

Craning her neck around, Alice saw that her lever action was suspended by its strap a few feet to her left and that Jill was nowhere in sight.

Inching her arm down to her belt, Alice fought against the web, eventually grabbing the knife that was sheathed there and working it out and against her side with the blade facing out.

Looking at the spider to make sure it was still busy, Alice began sawing at the webs, layer by layer she cut away at her bindings until she was able to feel the web start to give against her arm.

Now that one arm was free, she began cutting the rest of her limbs free, keeping an eye on the spider all the while.

With a harsh "snap!" The last web gave way, sending her falling toward the ground.

Scrambling, Alice managed to grab onto the webs next to her fallen rifle and sighed in relief, cutting the weapon free and cradling it against her as she tucked her foot into the web.

A harsh screech sounded below as the spider turned to face her.

"Fucking spiders," Alice swore as she chambered a fresh round. "Go die in a fire."

Alice brought the weapon to her shoulder and gently squeezed the trigger, the .357 magnum round exiting and striking one of the spider's many eyes, penetrating the soft tissue and causing the arachnid to fall back over, dead.

Slinging her rifle over her shoulder, Alice stabbed her knife into the webbing and held onto it as it cut down to the ground, hitting the warehouse floor and rolling before standing up and sheathing the blade.

Grabbing a flare out of her pouch, Alice lit it and tossed it onto the massive spider, the dry body quickly igniting and spreading along the webs.

Walking away from the flames, Alice only stopped long enough to make sure that the warehouse was completely on fire before opening the door and stepping out into the cool evening air.

"Now it looks like I've got to find Jill too," Alice sighed as she reached into her cargo pocket and pulled out her one guilty pleasure.

Lighting the cigarette, Alice inhaled the smoke for a minute, allowing the nicotine to do its job, enjoying the normal activity for a minute before tossing the stub on the ground and stamping it out.

"Back to work, I guess," Jill muttered as she unholstered her handgun and press-checked it.

---

"We're going to have to check the local Police Station for more supplies," Billy said as he and Lisa moved down the alleyways. "I'd rather not die with a Hello Kitty bag."

Lisa just turned and looked at him, glancing at the backpack for a second before looking away.

"You can have it when I get some better gear," Billy shrugged. "I'd just rather not use it."

The two of them continued walking in silence for several minutes before Lisa pulled Bill back and tucked him into a corner of the alleyway, pressing her hand over his mouth as she put a finger to her lips.

"STTTTAAAAAAAAARRRRSSSS!" The roar resounded through the air as the ground shook underneath the massive footsteps.

Lisa pushed Billy further into the corner, the darkness covering them as a woman ran past, a rifle in her hands as she turned and fired on the bipedal monster that was chasing her.

A soft"whoomp!" Exited the grenade launcher, the grenade detonating against the monster and staggering it as the woman reloaded and sprinted off again.

The monster got back to its feet, roared, and then began to chase again, the sound of its footsteps getting fainter as it moved away.

"Nice save," Billy breathed as Lisa moved back. "I never heard him coming."

Lisa just nodded, content to remain silent as they moved in the opposite direction of the monster.

"Let's hope that we don't run into those guys again," Billy laughed a bit. "Anyway, we've got to move, staying still is likely to get us killed."

Lisa just hummed in agreement as they left the alleyway, a bridge across the river before them.

"Well, I guess we'll see what's on the other side," Billy said as he looked at the bridge.

Another roar sounded in the distance, followed by what sounded like a chainsaw revving up.

"Yeah, I think we're gonna avoid all that," Billy grabbed the map out of his back pocket. "We're going this way. It seems like the best route."

Lisa just stared in the direction the monster had run and hummed thoughtfully, the subdued Nemesis parasite within her crying out for her to take and kill the enemy, to conquer it, maim it, and rip it to shreds.

While Billy was concentrating on the map, Lisa's eyes glowed red, the darkness vanishing as she looked at the footprints of Nemesis as he moved further and further away.

"Come on, Lisa!" Billy grabbed her hand, snapping her out of it. "There's a secondary precinct this way. We'll go there and then leave this hellhole of a city behind."

Lisa walked silently behind, looking in the direction of Nemesis one last time as they moved away.

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter 67

Jill slid underneath the signpost that Nemesis had thrown at her, the rifle in her hands barking as she came to a stop, taking a knee, she moved her hand to the grenade launcher underneath and depressed the trigger, the explosive having just enough distance to arm as it detonated against the giant, the once pristine trenchcoat now filled with holes.

Nemesis roared as he tried to swat at Jill, only for her to jump back, the magazine dropping out of her rifle as she slammed a new one in.

Glancing behind her, Jill smiled as she saw a liquor store, and continued firing as she backed up, the rifle a work of precision in her hands as the old habits from Delta kicked in.

Spinning around, she kicked the door in and looked around the liquor store, her eyes lighting up as she spotted the section filled with vodka.

Kneeling, she took her knife and cut a few sections of fabric off of her pants, the material dry enough to do what she needed it to.

Grabbing the three biggest bottles of vodka, she tore the tops off and stuffed most of the fabric down inside.

Pulling a lighter out of her pocket, she lit the first Molotov cocktail and tossed it onto Nemesis as he entered the building, the bottle scattering across his chest and spreading flames all over his body and the floor.

Grabbing the other two bottles, Jill lit them and threw them at the giant, the flames growing larger now that more alcohol was added.

Reloading the grenade launcher, Jill broke the window of the store and dove out.

Taking a knee; she shouldered the rifle and pulled the trigger, the incendiary grenade spreading more flames across the rest of the building.

"Burn in hell," Jill spat as she turned and walked away.

---

"Big tango is down," Bisenti reported. "But we lost comms in the process," he kicked the backpack radio. "This thing's not exactly designed to tank minigun rounds."

"At least we can report that the rail gun works," Browning looked at the dead techs.

"Sure, but can we move it and set it up again without them?" Cromwell gestured to the one tech still alive. "This guy's in no shape to continue.

"We're going to have to keep moving," Browning sighed. "Mark this location on our maps and grab their tags. We've got a mission to complete."

"Sat phone isn't working," Bisenti tucked the phone into his vest. "Not sure what the problem is, but we'll have to figure it out if we want evac."

"You guys see that?" Cromwell asked as a building went up in flames. "Looks like we're not the only ones in the area."

"Bisenti, Cromwell, Jones, pack it up, we're leaving," Browning ordered. "Let's see if we can get some local intel."

–
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Jill moved down the street, caution in her every step as she smoothly traversed the barren streets.


"Identify yourself!" she ordered as she saw a group of armed figures ahead, her rifle ready to drop them if necessary.

"Major Browning, US Delta Force," one of the figures replied.

"Major?" Jill asked, a relieved grin on her face. "Last I checked, you were still a First Lieutenant."

"Well I'll be damned," Browning laughed. "If it ain't Jill Valentine."

"It's good to see some familiar faces," Jill moved up and saw two other operators that she recognized. "Cromwell, Bisenti," she nodded.

"Didn'know you ended up here," Bisenti wrapped her up into a bear hug, the massive man of Italian descent chuckling as he set her down. "You never write, you never call. It's almost like you forgot about us."

"Been a bit busy," Jill jerked her thumb over her shoulder at the liquor store burning behind her. "I would've gotten around to it eventually."

"You want to tag along with us?" Cromwell asked. "We've got a list of VIPs to get out of this city."

"Sure," she shrugged. "But I've got some members of my team scattered throughout the city. If we find them I want them to tag along."

"If you vouch for them," Browning nodded. "We can certainly swing bringing them along."

"STAAAAAAARRRRRRSSSSS!"

"Run, now!" Jill yelled, her feet carrying her ahead before the rest of the team caught up.

"What is that thing?" Jones asked, the tech barely keeping up.

"Just run!" Jill breathed out. "We need to bunker down until it passes."

"There," Cromwell pulled them into an open apartment, Bisenti slamming the door shut behind.

"Now, care to explain what exactly is happening in this city?" Browning raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Jill said as she glanced around. "Let's clear the building first though, we'll be here a while."

---

"Captain, I've got a survivor over here!" Carlos called out. "She looks armed."

"Take it slow, we want to help her get out of here, yes?"

"I've got a flare and some chemlights," James Durante, the CQB specialist said as he pulled them out of his pack.

"Use them to signal that we're nearby," Carlos ordered. "That should help her out some."

"And someone track down Nikolai, they've been missing for over an hour now," Captain Mikhail pointed at two more members. "You two, go check it out."

"Yes sir," the two moved out of the room and headed for Nikolai's last known location.

"Chemlights are out," James reported.

"She sees them," Carlos said as the woman turned and spotted the window they were peering out of.

The woman started jogging, reaching the ground floor of the building and entering with a handgun drawn, a few gunshots rang out as she did so.

"Let's go greet our guest," Mikhail said as he hefted his trusty Kalashnikov. "I believe she will have an interesting story to tell."

---

"Alright, we're loading the last of us onto the buses now," Chief Douglass told Ada. "You sure you want to stay behind?"

"I need the eyewitnesses alive if I'm to put together a solid case," the woman replied. "It'll be easier to do that if I'm with them."

"We're leaving behind what we can't fit onto the buses, so take whatever you need to stay alive," the man sighed in exhaustion as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Godspeed Miss Wong, we'll see you outside of the city."

"Thank you for your assistance," Ada nodded as she slapped the charging handle of the MP5K that she had grabbed. "I'll do my best to try and bring out what evidence I can."

Chief Douglass simply patted her on the back before heading for the bus, it was time for them to leave this hellhole of a city behind.

"And now, I can finally start working," Ada muttered after Douglass was out of earshot.

---

"Hey Chris!" Claire smiled as she held the phone to her ear. "I'm surprised you called, I was about to hop on my bike and go visit you. I figured we could hang out before my classes started up again."

"I'm actually not in the States right now," Chris replied. "I'm in the UK on a work related trip."

"Damn," Clair chuckled. "You should have said something. I would have loved to go with you to Europe."

"You know how it is," Chris laughed. "I got busy…"

"And you completely forgot to even check in with me before you left," Claire finished. "And who's that woman in the background? Is Jill with you?"

"No, Jill's still in Raccoon City, I'm with a new coworker, she's helping me out with some of the tester negotiations right now."

"Well, next time you see Jill tell her that we need to hang out again," Claire shrugged, the phone rising with her shoulder. "Now, I'm gonna go for a ride on my bike. And remember I'm still waiting on a niece or nephew to spoil rotten."

Claire hung up the phone before Chris could respond, a devilish smirk on her face as she grabbed her jacket and helmet.

"Alright," she pulled a quarter out of her pocket. "Heads, we visit Jill. Tails we go see how close to Vegas I can get on one tank of gas."

The quarter flipped through the sky and landed right where she could clearly see it.

"Well, it's settled then," she slung her jacket onto her shoulders and set her helmet on top of her head. "Let's go for a ride."

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter 68

"A water reclamation facility?" Ada scoffed as she looked around. "Really, you couldn't base a secret lab out of anything else."

Wrinkling her nose at the smell, she peered around the corner before moving to get a better picture of the entrance to the lab.

"Someone was busy," She knelt and inspected some shell casings. "I wonder who made their way down here."

Standing up and shouldering her SMG, Ada moved further into the entrance of the lab.

"Damn," She looked down at the corpse of the Licker that nearly blocked the way further into the lab. "How am I supposed to get samples when the place is this much of a mess?"

Following the blood trail, Ada found where it led to, a group of bodies that had been set aflame, The glow lighting up the hallway and revealing the direction to head in next.

"Great, an elevator that probably leads further into this madhouse," Ada sighed as she pulled a small kit out of her jacket and used a tool to pry off the electric panel to the elevator's controls.

"Now, I just need to tie into this control here and then I'm set.," She pulled a wire out of the panels and connected it to her PDA, her thumbs flying across as she triggered a prompt to send the Elevator back up to the level she was on.

"And we're in business," Ada grinned as she put everything back into place. "

---

"The hell?" I asked as the elevator stopped moving. "Please don't leave me stuck in here."

I looked around, spotting the emergency escape on the elevator, and just as I went to reach for it the lift started moving again. Only this time it was moving in the opposite direction of where I had been headed.

Shouldering my P90, I got into one of the corners by the door and waited. If someone or something wanted to try and take me out, they were going to have to work for it.

Eventually, the elevator stopped, and the doors slid open before the barrel of an SMG poked through, grabbing the weapon, I shoved it to the side as I pushed forward, shoving the other person back and throwing the SMG to the ground.

"Well, this is a surprise," A smooth female voice said as I aimed at the center mass of the figure. "I thought you were dead."

"Ada Wong," I gave a small glare as I felt the barrel of a gun just underneath my vest. "What are you doing here?"

"Apparently following a dead man," she smirked. "You sure you're not infected? You don't look like you're doing so well."

"It's been a hellish couple of days," I shrug as I move my finger off of my trigger. "Now, I don't know what you're doing here, or who you work for, but I'm willing to work with you so long as you don't stab me in the back."

"That seems fair," Ada glances at the flames. "I take it most of this is your handiwork?"

"Neg," I shook my head. "The Licker and flames are mine, but the security here did a pretty good job at locking themselves down."

"Licker?" Ada asked.

"The big one that's near the destroyed door," I replied as I lowered my weapon. "Now, I don't want to be stuck in one of Umbrella's labs for too long."

I kick Ada's SMG back over to her. "Let's move."

---

"Well, that was hardly subtle," Alice snarked as she entered the hotel room where the remnants of Delta Platoon were holed up.

"It worked though," Carlos shrugged. "We're here to help get survivors out of the city."

"Then you're late," Alice said as she began reloading her lever action. "The RPD has already evacuated anyone who was able to leave. Anyone else is pretty much on their own."

"Surely there are some people who need to leave this city," Captain Mikhail said as he stepped forward.

"Yeah, there are people who need to leave the city," Alice chambered a fresh round, catching the spent casing from her rifle. "Us."

---

"That's a helluva story," Browning said as he peered out the window. "I believe you, but you know the brass is going to want more proof."

"The rest of STARS is under guard waiting to testify," Jill shrugged. "But if we can find more evidence before leaving this hellhole then I'm all for it."

"You have any idea where your friends are?" Bisenti asked.

"I know the general area where Alice was before we got separated," Jill replied. "But beyond that, I'm at a loss."

"We'll start heading over there then," Cromwell said as he dug through his pack, eventually pulling out a jacket. "Here, you might want this. I'd hate for you to get infected because you don't have anything covering your arms."

"Thanks," Jill took off her vest before throwing the jacket on and rolling up the jacket sleeves, and tucking the rest of it into her pants. "We ready to get moving?"

"You good, Jones?" Bisenti asked the tech. "You look like you're about to be sick."

"I haven't had to run like that since the last physical fitness test," The man groaned. "I've got to start working out more."

"Well, if you're going to throw up, do it in the bathroom," Browning moved to the door. "I'm going to get on the roof to use the Satphone and inform Command of what's going on."

Opening the door to the fire escape, Browning climbed the stairs until he reached the roof.

Pulling out a small laminated card, he punched in the numbers and waited.

"Major Browning, please tell me you have good news."

"Afraid not, General Statwell," Browning replied. "Most of the city has already been evacuated or is dead. And the scientists we were supposed to extract are most likely dead as well. I've got some survivors with me that might be able to assist in extracting some of the research though."

"If that's what it takes, Major, then make sure it gets done. You have thirty-six hours before we bomb the hell out of Raccoon City, I wouldn't want to be anywhere near it when we start dropping bombs."

"Understood sir," Browning replied. "I'll try to get it done."

Browning sighed as he moved back inside, knuckling his head before looking at Jill and the others.

"Well, we're going to go after your friends, Jill," Browning started with the good news. "But we've only got 36 hours to do it in. Because the Air Force is going to bomb the city to get rid of the infected."

"We should get to it then," Jill stood up, her rifle in hand. "We ain't got time to waste."

---

Leon Scott Kennedy woke up with a throbbing headache, his small flask still in his hands as he fumbled with the sheets.

"Oh god," he recoiled at the smell coming from his own body.

Standing up and stumbling out of his clothes and into the shower, Leon let the hot water wash away some of the hangover, the throbbing easing to a dull ache.

Grabbing one of the small sample bottles of soap that hotels provide, Leon robotically went through the process of cleaning himself up, washing away the scent of vomit and sweat before stepping out of the shower and toweling himself off.

Drying his hair as he walked into the main room, Leon froze when he saw what time the alarm clock read.

"Fuck, I'm late!" he rushed to his bag, throwing his uniform on at a rapid pace before checking on his weapon, making sure the handgun was loaded and a round chambered. Slamming open the door, he nearly bowled over a maid before hurriedly apologizing and moving down the stairs.

"I already paid for the night!" Leon called out as he tossed the room key to the receptionist.

Climbing in his Jeep, Leon shifted into reverse, his tires squealing as he then quickly shifted into drive, black streaks left behind him in the parking lot as he moved onto the main highway towards Raccoon City.

"This is just going to make a great first impression," Leon muttered to himself. "Late on my first day."