Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction ❯ Raccoon City Incident ❯ Spread ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: NatsuDB

Now, as i can see you're continuing, either you fully know about the Arklay Mountains incident, or you don't and just want to quench your curiosity... thankfully for those that don't know, this incident isn't completely related with the Arklay Mountains... now then, lets continue.

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-September 23th, 1998, Raccoon City, Breb Avenue-

RPD Officers where called in for reports of a violent domestic case.

Senior Officers. Nathan Hernandez and Haley Barton where dispatched.

Both Hernandez and Haley finished taking the elevator on the department, at the 5th floor, they where walking upon the hall, looking for room number 16.

Upon reaching Hernandez knocked on the door.

Of. Hernandez: Mr. Smith? This is the RPD! We've received calls related to you with domestic violence! Open the door!

Hernandez then noticed the door was unlocked.

Of. Hernandez and Haley looked at each other, both nodded as they carefully came inside.

The lights where out, Hernandez used his flashlights.

Of. Hernandez: Mr. Smith?

He pointed the flashlight down the short hall, then noticed a trail of blood...

Of. Hernandez: Oh... shit...! Look!

He said in a light tone to his partner.

Both officers looked at each other in a moment, then nodded, as both got their handguns out.

And carefully walked down the hall.

Upon reaching the living room, the trail of blood came from the kitchen, looked like a pile of puked blood, it led to a single room.

They walked carefully, then they heard something coming from there...

Of. Hernandez carefully took a peek, opening slowly the door, the sound of flesh consumed was mostly heard. Then by pointing his flashlight he saw the feet, and looked up to the man.

Both officers where horrified, upon seeing... Mr. Smith... was eating... his wife...

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Additional officers where called, taking care of the crime scene.

Detective Jonathan was call upon the scene, taking any form of evidence for the crime.

Detective Jonathan: So...

He said to an officers as he got up.

Detective Jonathan: Mr. Smith was responsible for the murder, as well as the act of canibalism on his wife, and that upon the call of the 2 officers, and they checked on his room, he attacked both officers, and injured Hernandez, right?

Of. Donovan: That's right.

Detective Jonathan: And by witnessing of his partner, Mr. Smith's dead wife's corpse got up and tried to attack both Hernandez and Haley right?

Of. Donovan: Yes.

Detective Jonathan: Good God... this is certainly an odd case... both corpses of Mr. and Mrs. Smith are on the morgue by now?

Of. Donovan: I suppose so. And if you ask about Hernandez, he's currently being treated at the Raccoon Hospital.

Detective Jonathan: Good, it'll go and check on that guy, meanwhile it'll be waiting for any news about the morgue. Good night.

The detective said as he left the scene.

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- Davis Street -

Mike was feeling thirsty as he was watching the football game, so he simply got up, grabbed a glass, went to the sink, served some good fresh water there, as he walked back and drank along the way.

[ 2 minutes later ]

Mike wasn't feeling right, he wanted to get up from his chair, but he couldn't, he just simply can't, his arms, his legs, he wasn't able to move.

By the second he felt weaker, and weaker, slowly dying, however at the same time he felt hungrier, and hungrier.

The pain was slowly fading away for him, his skin slowly turning pale, his eyes, missing from any life, veins showing all across him...

He was dead, but his corpse got slowly up, moaning, groaning, whimpering in a low tone...

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Brian Irons: Alright but i'm being serious...! No! i'm not going out of town, vacation's interrupted, you even heard what happened last month? ... Yeah i fucking know! just... calm it... maybe by next month we can go... but not now alright? ... ... Good, good. Look it'll talk to you later, gotta call some one.

[Irons begins calling some one else]

Brian Irons: Rebbeca?

Rebecca Chambers: Eh? Irons?

Brian Irons: It'll go straight to the point, how long you'd be out of town again?

Rebecca Chambers: O-Oh ehm... it'll be out for a month with some weeks later and so... but be known it'll be back in the PD...!

Brian Irons: Uh-huh... where were you again?

Rebecca Chambers: In New York City...

Brian Irons: Right... just to make sure...

Rebecca Chambers: Alright then, good day.

Brian Irons: Like wise.

[call ends]

Rebecca Chambers: -sigh- Good thing i gave fake information...

Brian Irons: - using phone- Yeah? its me Irons, one of the S.T.A.R.S members, Rebecca, she's at New York City, she didn't described where she is exactly, but just letting you know.

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- Warren Stadium, September 24th -

Constant loud cheers of excitement where always heard as the Raccoon Sharks where beating the Old Court Thunders successfully in the football game.

At the side of the Raccoon Shark's spectators one of the people there where having a normal snack, up until a woman's boyfriend came back to her side.

Maria: What took you so long dear?

Dave: Eh... sorry it...

Maria: Ah, no problem, want some water i bring up?

Dave: Yeah sure.

Dave chugged down the entire water container Maria gave him.

Dave: Thanks!

Maria: No problem!

- Couple of hours later of the Raccoon Sharks losing a couple of times to the Old Court Thunders -

Maria: OH COME ON THAT'S BULLSHIT! ISN'T THAT RIGHT DAVE??

Dave didn't responded.

Maria: Eh Dave?? ... Dave?

As Maria took a look at Dave, he was horrifyingly pale.

Maria: Oh my god! Dave your skin...!

Dave then opened wife up his eyes, and slowly looked at Maria.

Maria was horrified at Dave's lifeless eyes...

Maria: Dear...?

Dave, bited, and started eating his former girlfriend's neck, feasting on the flesh, as the people around him started screaming, and running away in panic.

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Tramp, the average homeless want was simply sleeping lng with the trashcan, using a trash bag as pillow.

It was really cold, he could barely sleep with this condition, yet he remained there.

However his attempt at sleep was suddenly interrupted when he felt something biting into his leg!

It was a rat, Tramp quickly got up, and started stomping on the rat, he killed it, but now his leg was slightly bleeding...

Tramp: Ah shit...! gotta tend the wound or it'll be infected...!

Oblivious to him, he was already infected with a virus...

The T-Virus... is spreading...

TO BE CONTINUED