Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction ❯ Resident Evil Blood ❯ Chapter 1 Beginning ( Chapter 1 )

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Resident Evil Blood
Chapter 1 – Beginning

Somewhere on the East Coast. Six years after Raccoon City. Present Day.

“$@%#!!! Shoot them in the head!”

“Jee, ya’ think! There’s just too many of them!”

“We can’t hold them off!”

“Keep shooting! $@%#!!! Don't let off!”

"There's too many of them!!! Oh, God! Oh, God!! Oh, God!!!"

On the left zombies. On the right zombies. In front zombies. Behind zombies. Everywhere the eye could see, there were zombies! It was a sweltering sea of moving rotting corpses. And caught in the middle of the undead tempest, vainly firing weapons into the turbulent and seemingly never ending infestation of the flesh eating horde, valiantly stood the remaining members of the BSAA US A-1 Unit.

“God damn it! What the hell do we do!?!”

“Keep firing you jack ass! Don't let them swarm!”

"Fvcking too late for that! $%@#!!"

The mission had started easily enough: investigate a building with a report of a possible infected hostile. That “possible infected hostile” turned out to be a ridiculously huge deadly swarm of hungry “possible infected hostiles”. Almost without warning, the undead mob overtook the BSAA team and quickly corralled them into a no-win situation.

In an effort to outrun the pursuing infected, the A-1 unit ran out of the building without first checking to confirm if the outer area was clear of zombies itself. A bad situation became infinitely worse when the outlaying area of the building, from the exit door that A-1 had used, turned out to be just a hop, skip and jump away from another zombie crowd that quickly took the opportunity to do what it does best – devour the flesh of the living. Which, of course, was a rather unhealthy state of current events for the BSAA team.

“Oh, God! We’re gonna die! I don’t want to die like this! Oh, God!" cried out Jeremy Fosture, the newest member of the A-1 unit. "God!!”

“They’re everywhere!” Jill Valentine exclaimed as she shot off round after round into the incoming currents of decaying bodies.

She felt Carlos put his back to hers as he let sprays of bullets loose. “Just keep shooting! God damned $@%#!!! Keep shooting!” he screamed over the sound of automatic gun fire.

Out of the initial team of five that had gone in, two of them had already fallen. Boyd was the first to encounter the mob of zombies. He died warning the others so they could get a heads up in trying to outrun them. Several crimsons got him before he could make his own escape. Next was Kowalski who stayed at the exit of the building to hold off the sea of death as the others made their way out. He was overtaken by the batch of zombies from the outside of the building as he finished making his way outside. Now only Jill Valentine, Carlos Olivera, and Jeremy Fosture remained.

There was no doubt in any of their minds that no one was leaving the place alive.

From the exit of the building a never ending wave of zombies funneled their way out, while outside another torrent made their way towards the building, effectively pinning the remaining survivors of A-1 against a rock and an infected spot. Regardless of which way they looked, zombies covered the landscape.

“I don’t understand! Where did this many come from?!” Jill exasperatedly cried. “How did they not detect them!?!”

“Doesn’t matter now,” Carlos growled. He cursed again as the zombie mobs closed in. He spotted a crimson run out of the lines and head directly towards them at an alarming speed. “$@%#!!! Here they come!” He shot directly at it with his AK-47 catching it a few yards before it reached them.

Zombies themselves are relatively easy to take care of. They’re slow and stupid. It’s easy to run right past them or just plop a bullet in their head before they get too close. By themselves, they’re a joke. Problem is, they’re very rarely by themselves. In fact, they are usually always together in groups. Large groups. And that’s when they become a problem. Add to that the addition of crimson heads, aka super zombies that can move and jump quicker than most humans, and the fun just compiles in on itself.

“Oh, no!” he heard Jill exclaim. Another two crimsons had appeared.

Carlos’s swearing was lost in the sounds of his gunfire. Great what else can go wrong? Suddenly his gun stopped shooting and instead began making the “click-click-you’re-screwed-and-out-of-ammo” noise. WHAT?! Damned it!!! He tossed the AK-47 to the side and pulled out two colts.

By the time he looked back up, pistols in hand, a shadow was descending down on him from above. One of the crimsons had jumped up and was about to bare down on him with claws larger than a human arm. God damn it! His whole life flashed before his very eyes. He barely managed to lift his guns up when the entire head of the crimson, for all intents and purposes, vanished in a spray of red and black brain matter. What the-?

The other crimson ran at Jill, followed shortly behind by waves of zombies. Carlos turned to look at Jill. She was busy shooting her guns in the opposite direction so she couldn’t see the crimson as it jumped at her. He aimed his colts at the incoming crimson as it flew through the air, but only a few inches away from swiping Jill with massive claws, its head similarly exploded. It’s carcass landed with a thud at Jill’s feet.

“Oh, my god!” she yelled as she realized how close she had almost come to getting impaled. “Carlos, thank you!” Broken out of her momentary stun by the reverberating moans of the zombie siege, she turned her full attention back to the pressing matter of survival and started firing again.

Carlos just stood facing her with his guns pointed at where the crimson had just been moments before in the air. “But I-” he started. “I didn’t…” I didn’t shoot. He glanced at Jeremy. He was similarly preoccupied at his own end, guns a blazing, to have noticed Jill‘s predicament. Then who-? He was bought out of his reverie by the more pressing situation of impending doom. He lifted his colts to at least go out fighting. Damned it all!

The hoards had already closed in the gap. The A-1 Unit stood completely surrounded on all sides with the zombies not even two yards away. Jill, Carlos and Jeremy stood with their backs to each other firing vainly into the crowd knowing there was no escape. It might be desperate, but like hell they were about to go down with out a fight.

“GET DOWN!”

Carlos turned at the loud unknown voice. “Who-?!” Carlos didn’t even get a chance to finish his question as a huge invisible blast knocked everything and everyone to the ground.

Jill landed on top of Carlos, Jeremy landed next to them, and several whole and dismembered zombies landed all around and on top of everyone.

“Ahh!!” Jill screamed as she pushed a headless body off of herself. She quickly got up and helped Carlos up. Jeremy kicked a zombie off of himself and quickly rejoined the others having been pushed farthest away. The zombies themselves no longer possessed their old human reflexes to recover quickly, so the BSAA team took advantage of the new chaos to regroup. Plus, lots of the zombies were missing body parts now. It made it a little harder for them to get up. Many currently just squirmed on the floor.

“Was that a grenade!?!” Jeremy yelled as he ran up to the other two. A huge dent had been busted into the seemingly impenetrable wall of rotting corpses.

“Who cares! Move out!” Jill exhaled as she pointed towards the opening. Already the zombies were closing in the gap. “Quick, it’s our only chance!”

“Good enough for me!” Carlos nodded as he began running. “Let’s go!” He aimed his pistols at the zombies and began working his way through the now thinned out masses with Jill and Jeremy backing him up. He noticed immediately though that zombie heads were popping left and right all around them. Headshots?!? Who the hell else is shooting?! Looks like a whole batch of snipers! For the first time in hours, Carlos actually felt a small flame of hope light up inside. Did back up arrive?!

“No good, there’s still too many!” Jeremy yelled as he stepped on part of a still moving zombie and kicked it out of the way. “We’re getting swarmed again!”

“Damn it!” Carlos cursed as one of his clips ran out of bullets. He heard Jill cuss too as her shooting stopped and he saw her ram a zombie out of the way with the butt of her automatic. Man, now’s a great time for another one of those magical grenades to appear out of no where!

“GET DOWN!”

This time no one needed an explanation. They all hit the asphalt and, not even a second later, a shock wave knocked them all onto there sides. Immediately, the three remaining survivors got up and started running. The blast had blown away the zombies that stood in their path.

Again Carlos noticed the slew of sniper shots coming from somewhere helping to clear their way. Neither he nor Jill had any ammo left and Jeremy looked like he was down to his last magazine. Still, everything looked far brighter than just thirty seconds earlier when they were guaranteed a nasty death by zombie mauling. At least now it looked like they had a chance with their squad of grenade throwing sniper angels looking out for them.

“OVER HERE!” called out the mysterious voice as three ropes flew over the side of the building in front of them. That must be where the snipers are! Carlos just now realized that they had managed to run from the old Umbrella owned building behind them to the building across the street. It also just now hit him that the voice seemed familiar somehow, not that he was about to stop and ponder something trivial like that in his current situation. It’s gotta be some guy from the BSAA or something.

Jill similarly had the same thought run through her head. That voice… I know it from somewhere… But just like Carlos, she put all of her brain power into running for dear life.

The three arrived at the building’s side and grabbed onto the ropes. A loop had already been formed at the end and they each immediately placed a foot into it and wrapped their arms around the rest, pulling on the slack. “Pull us up!” Carlos shouted out. “Hurry!”

“Go!” Jill exclaimed right after him. “Get us out of here!”

All three ropes began being pulled up at a surprisingly quick rate. The zombies that had been following them had started to move in again, but they were already higher than even the tallest of them.

Jeremy stopped shooting every few seconds as he simply clung to the rope instead of trying to fight back, especially when they had those mysterious snipers helping them out from afar. “Keep going! Don’t stop!” he called out. “We’re gonna make it! We’re gonna make it! Hell yeah! We’re gonna make it!”

“Whoo!” Carlos hollered as he pulled out the crucifix at the end of his necklace and kissed it while thanking la madre de dios and half another dozen saints for their impossible escape.

Jill closed her eyes for a few seconds not even believing the ridiculous luck they had had in not having died so far. “I can’t believe we actually made it!” she shook her head in disbelief.

“Thank god,” Carlos agreed. “$@%#. Yeah! We made it!”

The building was three stories tall, but the three were easily and quickly pulled up in less than twenty seconds. Once they reached the top, they each clung to the brick and concrete ledge and hauled themselves over landing onto the roof top on their sides and backs.

Jill got to her side and rolled over being the first to actually stand up. Carlos fell flat on his back and stayed that way looking up at the annoyingly bright and sunny blue sky, giving his fried nerves the chance to finally calm down. Jeremy clung to the ledge and refused to let go once he landed onto the roof top floor. He actually almost kissed the gravel ground as he stood up and instead seemed to be the first to look up and around expecting to find a whole group of other BSAA members. Instead, he only saw one guy.

He was dressed from head to toe in a black. On his torso he wore a clean looking black fatigue with matching cargo pants, and a thigh holster that held a 92FS. He had a black mesh pouch attached to his web belt that held two more grenades in it. His dark brown hair was slightly spiked upwards and he had on silver framed sports sunglasses with reflective red lenses. Around his neck in stark contrast to the black shirt, he wore a simple chain with a pair of amazingly bright silver polished dog tags.

Jeremy looked a little confused from the lack of other people on the roof. Plus, he completely did not recognize this man. Who’s this guy supposed to be?

“It… It… Can’t…” Carlos heard Jill stutter. He turned to look at her shaking her head in shock. “I…” She continued. “It… Is it really…?”

Carlos snapped his head immediately to see who had gotten Jill in that state. His own brain slightly scrambled when he saw the guy dressed in black. Holy $@%#... “Are you..?” Carlos asked in disbelief as he got up and stumbled over to their rescuer. He put his hands out and actually paused before finally placing them on the other man’s shoulders, as if to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. When they proved to be solid, he then immediately grabbed the guy in a bear hug. “No way! It is you!” he laughed. “Chris! Chris Redfield!!!”




***************************** Author Time! *****************************
Yay! And this begins the first part of the story! Notice that it's been over a year since the last chapter took place in the storyline. I won’t give anything away, but Chris has been MIA for the past year. More will be explained in chapter 3 and it’ll all make sense by chapter 4, so bare with me if it seems a little confusing. It’ll make sense soon. See ya’ll next week.
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