THIS
FANFIC CONTAINS SCENES OF EXPLICIT VIOLENCE, GORE, SWEARING, AND A MONSTER THAT
WILL NOT DIE
Resident Pokémon 3: Nemesis
A
month and a half has passed since the incident. September has come to Zigzagoon
City, a small industrial city in the American Midwest. People are starting to
forget the chaos at the mansion as their lives return to normal.
The bizarre incident
that occurred in the Arklay Mountains, the destruction of the special taskforce
S.T.A.R.S., Umbrella's secret biological weapons laboratory hidden in an old
mansion, the power of the T-Virus that turns humans and animals into horrible
monsters... how could it all happen here?
People could not
believe the survivors' reports. Stories of their incredible experiences and of
strange biological weapons and zombies were beyond the towns- folks'
imagination. The surviving S.T.A.R.S. team members headed to Europe even before
the town heard the full details of what had happened.
They hoped it was
all over. But then it happened again. Suddenly a series of inexplicable murders
occurred and a strange disease began invading neighborhoods. T-Virus was
flowing into the city...
The invisible plague
snuck up silently and turned the unsuspecting citizens into monsters. People
cursed their foolishness, but the nightmare had already begun. The future was
out of their control.
Zigzagoon City was
on the brink of collapse...
“It all started on an ordinary day in
September, an ordinary day in Zigzagoon City. A city controlled by Umbrella…
No one dared to oppose them, and that lack of
opposition would ultimately lead to their destruction. If only they had the
courage to fight…
I suppose that those people had to suffer the consequences of their actions, but what happened was chaos…
I guess it’s true that once the wheels of
justice begin to spin nothing can stop them… Nothing
This would be my last chance… This would be… my
last escape…”
The red- haired woman opened the door to her
apartment, and threw her things onto the bed. She flicked on the CB radio and
the TV. On it was the news:
“No one can explain this weird outbreak of
violence…” she flicked to the next channel:
“A crime spree with no end…” she flicked again,
but when she did, the radio kicked in.
“Officer in need of back up!”
“We need riot police NOW!”
“It’s just like what Valentine and Redfield
told us!”
“Someone help!”
Just then, the dispatch woman came on
“All available off- duty officers are required
to report for duty as soon as possible”
The cop kicked off her high heels, quickly put
on some boots, grabbed her gun and holster and ran to the police station, where
outside, other officers were trying to restrain the strange acting civilians.
Inside, more restraining was going on, some
cops were holding back some more civilians.
Suddenly, the red haired woman burst in, pulled
out her gun, and shot each of the strange civilians in the head. The cops all
ducked, as the female cop kept pointing, pulling and repeating. A black bearded
man was handcuffed to a chair while this woman was trying to take a nibble at
him. He screamed for help. And the female cop shot the woman in the head, the
recoil sending her head snapping back. The bearded man looked up to find a
Beretta pointed at him.
“Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!” The gun pointed
away from his head and the woman shot out the handcuffs, allowing him to get
away. She reloaded her gun to the mumbles of the other cops.
“It’s Valentine, its ok”
“It’s Misty, Hold your fire man”
The chief of police stormed in.
“VALENTINE! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE
DOING!?”
“They’re infected.” She said reloading the gun.
“I told you, shoot for the head. Looks like Ash, Brock, Rebecca, Richard and I
were right Irons you fat shit” Misty turned to the confused officers in the
main hall of the police station with her. “I’m leaving town, I suggest you all
do the same!” She left, with all the others following her. The chief looked on,
rather annoyed.
That night, when she had all her things loaded
into the back of her car, Misty set out to leave the city. As she neared the
city limits, she was stopped by a bunch of people in black Umbrella uniforms
who told her to turn round and head back into town. She did as she was told,
and set off back home. As she arrived at an intersection, she was t-boned by a
truck also looking for a way out. Her car spun and went through a shop window.
Shaken, Misty stepped out of the car, and headed back towards her apartment.
She still had her radio on her, and overheard a conversation between a cop and
dispatch.
“Armed Umbrella soldiers have been deployed
into the city!”
At the centre of Zigzagoon City, black
helicopters with the Umbrella logo on the sides flew low. On one of the
helicopters, a young Spanish soldier in Umbrella mercenary uniform with two
older Russian soldiers were looking out of the window when they saw a young
woman on the roof of Zigzagoon 7’s television studios. The blonde woman was
being pursued by some very hungry undead civilians. The Spanish soldier yelled
to the pilot.
“CIVILIAN IN TROUBLE! SET US DOWN OVER THERE!”
“We have our orders Olivera, we’re going to
meet the others”
”SCREW ORDERS! SET US DOWN!” he yelled. He turned to his ginger haired
colleague. “Nicholai, tie me off.” The Russian attached the Spaniard to the
rope, and he leaped out of the helicopter, double wielding his desert eagles
and shooting while he fell. He killed all but one of the zombies before he ran
out of rope. He stopped about 5 ft from the ground, unfastened himself and
kicked the last zombie in the face, breaking its weak neck from the concussive
force of the kick. The helicopter came lower, and off jumped Nicholai and the
others, Yuri, Tyrell, Mike and Karl. They ran to the woman.
“It’s ok ma’am, we’re here to help you, we’ll
get you patched up and get you out of the city”
“No…” she said, shaking her head. “I know what
happens to you when you get bitten.” She showed Carlos her arm. There was a
huge bite and all that was left was bone. She turned, and let herself fall to
the cold concrete below. The five Umbrella soldiers looked at her body. Nicholai
and Yuri looked at each other, and then looked back at the dead woman below
them.
“C’mon Carlos” said Nicholai in his half
American, half Russian accent “lets go and meet up with the others” they ran
down the stairs to street level where all the other Umbrella soldiers were
helping the S.W.A.T teams and other cops to battle the undead. Carlos and the
others pulled out their machine guns and shot the zombies whilst the S.W.A.T
and the police fired away. There were heavily outnumbered. Officers and S.W.A.T
members were taken over, pinned to the ground and eaten. All around him, Carlos
could hear the screams and ripping of flesh as people were cut down where they
stood, including the other three members of his team. Humans were no match for
zombies. He ran behind a police car and continued shooting zombies. He sat down
with his back up against the car’s side.
“GRENADE!” he yelled, and threw a grenade at
the horde advancing on his position. The survivors took cover. A loud explosion
rang out and the zombies were blown apart. There was sporadic fighting all over
the city, every cop, S.W.A.T, Umbrella Merc and civilian who had a gun were
helping each other to fight. The police, S.W.A.T teams and civilians all
trusted Umbrella. However, Misty had a huge grudge on them. They killed her
colleagues, her friends, and she wanted Umbrella destroyed.
Meanwhile, in Umbrella’s camp outside the
sealed main exit to the city, a man of a German background known as Major Cain
watched the chaos on CCTV cameras.
“This is the moment we’ve been waiting for” he
said, “Make sure every bit of data is recorded. Activate the program.” The
scientist next to him pressed a few keys on her computer and began the
activation of the program Cain was on about. The sedative feeds were shut off, the
IV feed was shut off, and so too were the muscle relaxants. On a huge bed in
the hospital, the beast awoke. It stood up, and walked about the hospital.
”Kill the S.T.A.R.S and any R.P.D officer left alive at all costs.” He said to
himself…
Meanwhile, back at the centre of the city, all
but a select few Umbrella soldiers were left. Yuri advanced forward, as he did
so; a zombie burst its way out of a door and got a bite out of hiss shoulder.
Carlos saw what was happening and threw his knife at the undead monster
attacking his friend. The knife hit the zombie in the head, killing it. Carlos
ran over to Yuri, who was on the ground.
“Yuri, you ok?”
”Yeah, I’ll be fine.” He saw more
zombies coming, and pulled out a grenade. “Bite this!” and threw it. Carlos pulled
the door over them to shield them from the blast. After the smoke cleared.
Carlos pulled Yuri up, wrapped Yuri’s arm around his shoulder, and carried him
away from the danger zone into an alley. They looked up, and saw a helicopter
carrying two large crates towards their location. Nicholai lit a flare, and he
and Carlos shouted and waved the flare about to try and get the attention of
the pilot. But the helicopter kept on going, ignoring the tired soldiers.
“Damn it!” shouted Nicholai.
“It dropped something in the hospital, did you
see it?” asked Carlos.
“Could be a radio, one that actually works!”
replied Nicholai, and the two of them helped a sweating and weak Yuri to the
hospital. They approached the front doors, and they looked inside.
“There’s the crates” Said Carlos. “Here, take
Yuri” he handed Yuri over to Nicholai and they carefully went inside. They
passed several wards, and in one large room there was a white blanket on the
floor and tubes everywhere. They proceeded further and reached the metal
crates. Carlos switched on the flashlight on the end of his machine gun to
check them out, while slowly but surely, Nicholai caught up with him,
practically carrying Yuri.
“Nicholai, put me down,” Said a very weak Yuri
“Ok Yuri, you rest here for a bit” Nicholai
walked over to Carlos. “What is it?”
“Looks like weapons crates. A rocket launcher
and a mini gun by the looks of things…”
“We don’t need weapons, we need evacuation!”
Nicholai yelled, kicking one of the crates angrily.” Carlos stared at the empty
weapons crates and then at Nicholai “I don’t think these were meant for us…”
Suddenly, he turned round and saw Yuri coming
towards them; he had become one of the undead, and went straight for Carlos.
Yuri managed to get a little bite, but Carlos threw him off. After regaining
balance, Yuri went at him again, but Nicholai had his gun out. Yuri saw him,
and Nicholai pulled the trigger…
At the police station courtyard, a very tense
and nervous Brad Vickers was walking around.
“I bet back in Eugene the leaves are turning
brown and the place looks like usual… God, I wanna see it all again before I
die…”
Suddenly, the beast that Major Cain authorised
the activation of appeared. It was at least eight and a half feet tall and must
have weighed a good couple of tons. Brad panicked and tried to run from the
huge green monster. It only had one eye, and had huge metal staples in its head
where Umbrella must have done brain surgery on it. Its huge rotten teeth giving
it a permanent evil grin, as it also had no lips. It was enough to scare even
the world’s bravest people. Brad pulled out his gun, and fired three shots at
the monster. As it came closer, Brad put the gun against his head and pulled
the trigger. Nothing happened, he was out of ammo… He stared as the monster
came closer. It picked him up in its huge hand. Brad yelled out for help, but
it was no use, a large tentacle came out of the beast’s hand, and it punched it
through Brad’s head. Brad’s body tensed, and his dying gasps were muffled by
him gargling his own blood. The monster threw him to the ground, and left the
police station courtyard making loud thuds as it walked. Its huge black coat
and black gloves giving it that metaphysical sense of sheer power and
invulnerability. It departed the courtyard uttering a single word:
“S.T.A.R.S”
September 28th: “Daylight. The monsters have overtaken the city. Somehow… I’m still
alive…”
Misty awoke in the church, the only place she could think of that she would be safe in. It seemed like the Lord had protected her, as Misty, although she swore an awful lot, was a regular church- goer. When she stood up, she saw the priest.
“Morning” He said in a friendly voice.
“Hi.” She yawned.
“You will be safe in here. The Lord loves every
one of us. Besides, I believe you and the others about that mansion. Umbrella’s
staff will be damned to an eternity in hell.”
“You do?”
“Yes. My brother used to work for them. He
resigned last year and went to Ireland where Umbrella has no power over the
people there.”
“Makes me think if I should go.” Misty said
sarcastically. “I’ve had it with this town, now they won’t let me leave because
of that god damn virus.
“Don’t use those words in that context here,
Misty, remember this is God’s house”
“Oh yeah, sorry, I’m just annoyed with things
right now. That virus has killed my friends, my family… And my boyfriend…” She
started to cry a little.”
“Hey. You’re a strong girl; you’ll get out of
here. I promise you.” Misty looked at the priest. “Aren’t you going to escape
too?” He showed her his arm, it had a bandage round it and it was stained with
blood.
“I’m as good as dead.” He said sadly. “That’s
why I’m not leaving. I want you to do something for me Misty. Put me out of my
misery. I want you to pull the trigger.”
“What?”
”You heard me. Send me to heaven.”
”I can’t. I won’t draw a weapon in such a holy place” Suddenly, the priest
collapsed to the floor, and threw up. Misty walked over to him, but before she
could help, the colour drained from him, and he groaned, his groaning echoing
through the church. Misty, still keeping her promise not to draw a weapon in a
holy building, had to do this all by hand. She waited for the priest to lunge
at her, and when he did, she dodged, got behind him, and snapped his neck…
Carlos and Nicholai meanwhile had found an abandoned
ambulance. Nicholai guarded it while Carlos tended to his wound.
“This damn bite… Won’t stop bleeding”
“Why didn’t they see us?” Asked Nicholai,
confused.
“They did see us.” Nicholai looked at him.
Carlos jumped down off the ambulance. “We’re assets Nicholai… Expendable
assets.” He shot a zombie coming up behind his comrade. “And we’ve just been
expended.”
“So what should we do?” Asked Nicholai
“Let’s split up and look for some survivors.”
“But what about your wound?”
“Screw the wound, knowing my luck some one will
come up with something to treat it. I’ll meet you back here later then”
“Fine”
The left each other, and went to find others.
An Afro- American man drives his car along the
street, he sees a zombie cop and floors the accelerator to run him over.
“GTA mother fucker! 10 points! WHOO!” His
attention was soon distracted to a couple of topless undead strippers. As he
wasn’t looking where he was going, he crashed his car into a parked pickup. He
decided to run.
A zombie is shot through the heart and again
through the head by a sniper on top of a theatre. He then shoots another two.
“Plenty to go around.” He said laughing,
turning up his CD player and taking a swig of his beer.
“Welcome to the jungle, we got fun and games!”
He sang loudly. He then sees the black man who crashed his car earlier trying
to commandeer a fresh one. As the sniper re-cocked his rifle, the man looked up
and yelled at him to hold his fire. But, as the sniper had his CD on so loud,
he couldn’t hear. He fired, but luckily, the shot missed the bearded man and
hit a female zombie right between the eyes.
“Heh… I got the power.” The sniper laughed
“Thanks man I owe you one!” The man ran into a
nearby building where 12 well armed men pointed guns in his face. He instantly
put his hands up.
“Hey man I think I was better off outside!” One
of the armed men offered him a shotgun. The man frowned.
“Come on man, please!” He opened his jacket,
revealing two gold desert eagles, “my shit is custom!”
Outside, the sniper caught sight of the
monstrosity that killed Brad Vickers the night before. Curious, he looked
through the sight of his rifle.
“What the hell is that?” He muttered, not
knowing what it was. He fired a shot at the monster, but nothing happened. He
fired another, still nothing. The monster turned and saw him, and a computer in
his head read ‘R.P.D- 1 Civilian- 0’ in the control room, Cain and the others
were watching what the monster was seeing.
“What’s he found?” he asked.
“He’s R.S.P.F, they’re supposed to be the
replacement for S.T.A.R.S, and they’re supposed to be just as good.” Said his
number 2.
“Let’s see how good these guys really are.
Updating mission parameters.” A large message appeared on the monster’s
computer: ‘KILL ALL R.P.D MEMBERS’. The monster raised the rocket launcher it
acquired in the hospital. The sniper stood up.
“YOU’RE GOING DOWN YOU SON OF A BITCH!” But
then saw the rocket launcher. It fired.
“SHIT!” The sniper attempted to run, but was
taken with the huge explosion. The other 12 armed men heard what happened, and
saw the monster with its rocket launcher coming towards them. The leader
ordered them to take defensive positions. But the civilian stayed where he was.
“You lot is crazy! Look at that big mother
fucker he got a rocket launcher!”
The counter in the monster’s head changed:
‘R.P.D- 12, Civilian- 1’
“S.T.A.R.S”, It growled, and opened fire with
its mini gun. Glass shot everywhere, and one by one the R.P.D members were all
gunned down. The man put his hands over his eyes and prayed for his life. He cringed
and stood scared to death at destruction the monster’s mini gun was making. The
mini gun’s barrel stopped whirring. The bio weapon lowered it, and stared at
the lone civilian.
“Respect?” He said, practically soiling
himself. The computer changed status:
“Armed civilian- Threat: Minimal” The civilian
dropped his guns.
“Non combatant- Threat: Zero”. As the civilian
wasn’t part of the R.P.D team, the Umbrella bio-weapon grunted, turned and
walked away. The civilian looked at the R.P.D members and was still shaking.
“Oh… shit…”
Cain looked through a CCTV monitor at the
destruction the monster made
“Well, they weren’t very good at all now, were
they?”
Misty, after killing a Catholic priest and
taking on a graveyard full of the living dead was now once again on the streets
of Zigzagoon City, and she saw the utter destruction. Cars overturned, windows
smashed, ambulances on fire, dead cops everywhere. She walked around a little
more. Misty walked past the police station. Looking through the huge iron gates
she saw a body in the courtyard. It had a huge hole where his right eye was.
His left eye was still open, his mouth open as if he was breathing through it
and was in a pool of his own blood. The corpse was wearing woodland camouflage
combat trousers; black combat boots, a white t-shirt and a yellow bullet- proof
vest. On closer inspection, Misty saw the S.T.A.R.S logo on his shirt- sleeve.
“Brad…” She felt tears coming to her eyes. And
ran before whatever killed Brad found and killed her.
September 28th, Night: Arklay
Overpass.
Misty came out of an alleyway on to the main highway through the city. She stepped out onto it to see yet more carnage. She took a right and walked out onto the bridge. She heard yells behind her, and saw a tall blonde woman in a lab coat and a man in S.T.A.R.S uniform.
“Glad to see I’m not the only one of us left”
He joked. Misty looked at the woman and noticed the umbrella logo sewn into her
coat. She pulled out her pistol and pointed it at the blonde woman’s head.
“And just who the hell are you?”
“I’m Elle, I worked for Umbrella.” Misty, when
she heard the word ‘worked’, lowered her gun.
“Misty Valentine, S.T.A.R.S.”
“S.T.A.R.S huh? Ok, this is nothing personal,
but I’ll be surprised if you make it out of here without a scratch on you.”
“What are you on about?”
“You’ll find out… When ‘it’ finds you.”
The three of them walked towards the bridge. As
they walked across, Elle stopped.
“There’s something down there.” Misty and
Richard looked at where Alice pointed and saw the burning wreck of a car.
“I don’t see anything.” Replied Misty.
“That doesn’t alter the fact that there is
something down there.”
“I don’t have time for this!” Scoffed Richard
and set off across the remainder of the bridge, after he passed a burnt out
car, gunfire rang out, and Richard was gunned down like the others before him.
“RICHARD!” Yelled Misty, and dived behind the
car. Elle looked over the edge and saw the 8ft monstrosity below them. It
looked up, and once again, it growled that single word.
“S.T.A.R.S”
“Nemesis…” Elle whispered. She looked at Misty,
hiding behind the car, crying. “RUN!” Misty looked at her, gun drawn. “JUST
GO!” Misty, now knowing what had killed Brad, was now after her. She waited,
counted to 5, and ran as fast as she could.
In the control room outside the city, Cain and
the others watched. The scientist that activated the monster called Cain over.
“He’s located two S.T.A.RS members” On her
computer screen were two photos, one of Misty Valentine, and one of Richard
Aiken. Under Richard, there was the word ‘deceased’. Cain leant over and pushed
a button on the table.
“Confirm at 10.34 and 36 seconds: The Nemesis
is now fully activated.”
Misty ran for her life, crying, while Elle
distracted Nemesis. As she was still a registered Umbrella employee, and not an
important part of the Nemesis Program, her threat to the Nemesis was classed as
‘moderate’. When Misty was sure she was safe, she jumped into a pickup truck,
and attempted to hotwire it.
Carlos and Nicholai meanwhile had found each
other in the street. Carlos once again tried to stop his wound from bleeding.
They heard a cell phone go off in the street. Nicholai went over and answered
it.
“Hello?”
“I can get you and your friend out of the
city.” A man in a thick English accent said. “All you gotta do is do a little
favour for me.” Nicholai looked at Carlos.
“What we gotta do?”
”You have to rescue my daughter; she’s in her school. Find her; bring her to
the evac site, and you and your friend will be flown to safety.”
”Fine. Which school?”
“Zigzagoon Junior School”
“Right, we’re on our way”
Misty was still in the pickup trying to hotwire
it, still crying her eyes out. Two close friends of hers killed. Misty knew she
was next and that she would have to use every bit of survival knowledge to get
out alive. She is a soldier, and prior to S.T.A.R.S had spent 3 years in the
Delta Force. Now, if she was kidnapped or killed, no one would come to rescue
her. As if she died, Umbrella would hack into the systems at the White House,
delete the records and say to the civil service department of the White House
and the Marine Core she never existed. Her death would un-remarked, her bones
un-cleaned. She wouldn’t even get a proper officers’ funeral. She didn’t know when
the day would come. But what Misty did know, is that it must NOT be tonight.
Misty was startled by Elle getting into the
car, as she thought she was another zombie. She put her head on the steering
wheel and got on with the hotwiring. Alice tried to comfort her.
“Look… I’m sorry about your friend.” Misty
looked at her and managed to give her a little smile. She put the wires
together to try and get the car started, and it jumped into life. Misty
breathed a sigh of relief. And before they were about to drive of, the car
phone went off. Elle answered if before the sound attracted anything.
“Hello?”
“I’ll make you a deal.” It was the English man
that called Nicholai. “If you accept, you’ll get out of the city alive. Both of
you.” Misty could just overhear what the English man was saying. She moved
closer to Elle to get a better listen
“What do we have to do?” Elle continued her
questioning.
“Get my daughter out of the school, and freedom
is yours.”
“Do we have a choice?”
”Not if you want to live past tonight, no”
“Fine.” Elle put the phone down and Misty put
the car into reverse gear. Suddenly, before she could put the handbrake down,
another zombie attacked them.
“RICHARD! NO!” Misty fought with Richard, who
was trying to bite her, and managed to push him off. She pulled out her gun,
pointed it at his head, closed her eyes and pulled the trigger. Richard fell to
the ground, with a hole in his head. Misty, crying more than ever, put the
handbrake down, reversed, and headed towards the school.
September 29th: Early hours.
“The advanced genetics and viral weapons
research division of the Umbrella Corporation.” Said Elle, knowing virtually
everything about Umbrella’s staff and goings on.
“What does he want?” Asked Misty.
“His daughter, Angela. She’s trapped in the
city. Umbrella executives were sent to evacuate her but she never made it.
She’s hiding out in her school. We find her, and he’ll help us escape the
perimeter.”
“No deal. We’ll find the biggest building, with
the thickest walls, strongest doors, barricade ourselves in and wait for help.”
“There won’t be any help. According to Ashford,
Umbrella knows it can’t contain the virus. So at sunrise, on October 1st,
Zigzagoon City will be completely sanitised.” Misty gave her a worried look.
“What do you mean ‘sanitised’?”
”Precision Tactical Nuclear Device”
“What yield?”
“5 Kilotons”
Misty choked on a bit of saliva on hearing the
news. She coughed it back up again and swallowed it. “Fuck me…”
“That means it will destroy the virus…” Elle
cocked her shotgun. “And all evidence of it.”
“Man… that’s a load of crap! No way would
Umbrella get away with something like that! It would be all over the freakin’
news!” Misty stopped and thought for a second. “Cover up…”
“Cover up’s already prepared: Meltdown at the
nuclear power plant.”
”A tragic accident… covering up another tragic accident…” Misty shook her head,
“so what do we do?”
“We just get out of here before Tuesday”
“Damn, no way is Umbrella capable of launching
a nuclear missile at such a quiet town! No one can stoop that low, not even
Umbrella!”
“Not capable? Misty, you were there, at that
mansion lab in the Arklay Mountains. You and I know exactly how far
Umbrella will go.”
The two companions drove on further, when Elle
noticed a man in the road.
“LOOK OUT!” Misty slammed on the brakes to see
the man she saved from the police station.
“Hey! I’m not one of those things!” He looked
at Misty who wasn’t too impressed. Them man recognised her from the police
station. “Hey, Remember me?” Misty nodded sarcastically. “I haven’t been bit or
anything, look!” he opened his jacket to prove to them he hadn’t been touched.
Misty looked at him again and sighed.
“Hop in” The man thanked her and jumped in.
“Lloyd Jefferson Wade. But you can call me LJ
on account of the informal situation.” Misty put the pickup back into gear and
they drove on towards the school.
1 hour later…
The pickup pulled into the school grounds, and
the two ladies and LJ stepped out. Elle looked at the van also parked in the
courtyard. It was a police van, K9 unit. The back doors were open, and the cages…
empty…
The three survivors entered the main doors, and
were in the large entrance hallway. Suddenly, they heard a scream, and a middle
aged woman with brown hair in a blue/grey skirt and a matching shirt with high
heels and holding a digital camcorder came bursting out of a door, followed by
a zombie. Misty shot it dead, and the woman turned and looked at Misty, her
Berretta smoking.
“Thanks.” She said gasping. “You gonna hide
here too?”
”No, we’re here to get out the city.” Said Elle. “We do this errand, we get
out. If you wanna escape, maybe you can help us.”
“Ok, what we do?” The woman asked.
“We gotta find a kid named Angela Ashford.
She’s hiding here.” Replied Misty.
“Fine.” Said LJ. So we find the kid and the
Limey gets us out of here?
“That’s the plan.” Misty answered, turning from
the group and looking at the balconies on each floor, similar to the ones in
the R.P.D building. “I suggest we split up and search the place. “You.” She
ordered, pointing at LJ. “You take the this floor.” “You…. Er… Sorry I don’t
know your name…”
”Terri. Terri Morales”
“Terri Morales? I know you! You on the news!
You do the weather! Hey, can I get an autograph?” LJ was stopped when he felt
cold stainless steel against his head and the clicking noise that guns make
when they’re loaded and ready to fire.
“Would it kill you to shut the hell up for ten
god damn minutes?” Asked an annoyed Elle, as LJ hadn’t shut up for over an
hour. “What’s on the camera?”
“My Emmy… That’s if I live long enough to get
out of here.” Misty gave them a look as if to say ‘Hey, can I finish now?’
“Terri, take the first floor. Elle will take
the second and I’ll take the basement.” Misty handed Terri her spare gun.
“What? I don’t know how to use a gun!”
“It’s easy” Misty smiled, seeing two zombies
coming slowly their way. “Point…” She pointed the gun at the first zombie’s
head “Pull…” She pulled the trigger, killing it. She lowered the gun. “And
repeat,” she smiled and took out the second zombie. Terri took the gun. “Oh
yeah” Misty continued. “Try to get em in the head.” She turned and walked away.
“Lets go people.”
Terri climbed the stairs to the floor she was
told to search, constantly reciting Misty’s instructions:
“Point, pull, repeat, go for head. Point, pull,
repeat, go for the head… aw shit…” She reached her floor and went inside the
first classroom she saw. Inside, the desks were all over the place, the map of
the world on the largest wall was splattered with blood, and the pupils’
schoolbags and coats were still hanging neatly on the pegs in the corner. Terri
had her camera close and was recording everything that was going on- The fights
between the police and the undead, the fiasco as she and 30,000 others tried to
escape through a tiny gate at the only way out of the city, and the numerous strange
beings she’s seen all over the place. Terri accidentally knocked a book off a
desk, and jumped as it hit the ground. She was really scared now, and quickly
scanned the room for Angela. Suddenly, she noticed a dark haired girl sitting
in the corner. Terri quietly walked over towards her slowly.
“Angela?” She said in a calm and friendly
voice.” There’s no need to be scared. Some others and I have come to help you.”
She put her hand on the girls shoulder and whispered. “We’re gonna take you
home.” Just then, the girl she thought was Angela turned round. She was holding
a severed arm in her hands, and appeared to be snacking on it. Seeing Terri’s
fresh body made her even hungrier. She got up and went towards Terri. She
turned to run but saw more undead school pupils. The girl she thought was
Angela bit her leg hard, and Terri fell to the floor in sheer agony. She
dropped her camcorder, and as it was still on record, it recorded every second
of her being used for zombie supper, similar to what happened to Joseph Frost
outside the mansion a couple of months prior to the outbreak in the city
Misty was in the gym. The dodge balls still
left in there from after the start of the outbreak. She was searching every
hidey-hole for anyone. Then, she heard the screams. Upon hearing them, she ran
upstairs to find trails of blood all over the lino. The undead school children
must have dragged Terri somewhere else to finish her off. Misty followed them
to a classroom.
“Terri?” She whispered. “You in here?
“You can’t help her…” Said a young girl with a
thick English accent. She popped out from behind the teacher’s desk. “Not now…”
Misty beamed at the sight of the little girl.
“Its ok. I’m not gonna hurt you. I’ve come to
take you back to your daddy.”
“You have?”
“Yeah. My name is Misty Valentine, I’m with
S.T.A.R.S. You’ll be safe with me. C’mon, lets get you out of here before they
come back.” Misty picked up the camcorder and her spare gun and they left the
classroom.
LJ on his floor was in the storeroom. He had
one of his gold desert eagles out and was walking very cautiously through one
of the aisles of lesson specific equipment. He passed a model human body.
“’Sup dawg?” He kept on walking. Past specimen
jars and science apparatus. He stopped and looked a map of the world blue
tacked to a whiteboard and put his finger on the largest country on it. “Ah… so
that’s where Russia is” He then put his finger on a small island in the
Atlantic. “Hello England!” Suddenly, LJ saw a shadow move on the other side of
the door at the end of the aisle. Slowly, and very carefully, he kept moving
forwards. After holding his breath he gingerly turned the doorknob and as he
opened it, a life sized plastic skeleton fell in front of him. LJ put his
desert eagle against the model’s temple.
“I see you mother…” He was cut short by a
zombie teacher jumping out on him.
“FUCK!” He jumped backwards, and jumped again
as a guardian angel shot the teacher dead. As LJ looked to see where it had
come from, a zombie coming up behind him was shot at, and another. He kept
looking about, and saw a very sweaty, dark skinned person come out of the
shadows.
“You get the call too?” He asked in his
Spanish/American accent.
“What?” LJ asked, confused.
“The girl?”
“Oh yeah, the girl. Yeah, I’m here for her.”
“Ah… Ashford didn’t say he’d made the deal with
anyone else… I guess we’re partners. The name’s Olivera. Carlos Olivera.” He
said, now sweating more than ever from the bite Yuri had given him two days
before. His constant disinfecting and sterilising of the wound had prolonged
his life considerably, but there wasn’t long before the young South American
soldier joined the ranks of Zigzagoon’s undead community. LJ however, had no
idea Carlos had been bitten.
Misty and Angela walked through the main
corridor of the school. Angela was holding Misty’s had tight as well as the
digital camera, while in her other hand, Misty held her gun.
“Angela Ashford huh? That’s a pretty grown up
name for a little girl.”
“I’m NOT a little girl” Angela insisted.
“Besides, all my friends called me Angie.”
“Angie huh?” Misty looked at her and smiled. “I
like that.” They took a left and entered the canteen.
“Those things are in here.” Angie whispered.
“It’s ok honey” Misty replied reassuringly.
“They’re slow, we can run round em.”
“Not them…” Angie pointed at a four- legged
creature in the shadows. “Them” The zombie dogs looked at Misty.
“Damn… Not these again… Get down” she ordered,
and readied her gun. The dog charged and jumped at Misty, knocking her down and
sending her gun across the room. Misty quickly got to her feet, and picked up a
chair. The zombie dog, now heightened in its speed, strength and agility, ran
up and jumped at Misty again, but before it reached her, it was hit with
machine gun fire. The zombies already in the room were shot too, and Misty
watched as a well-built man moved round the room in the dark. He moved over to
the dog he just shot and pulled out his pistol. He fired one shot into the
dog’s head.
“Stay.” He said coldly in a Russian accent. He
turned to Misty. “Thought you could use a hand.” He smiled. Misty stared at the
Russian angrily.
“You work for Umbrella”
“Heh, used to,” he laughed. “’Till they left us
here for dead. Now, I consider myself freelance.” Misty smiled, as she thought
he was rather sweet. The Umbrella soldier saluted her. “Sergeant Nicholai
Ginovaef, at your service.” He went to shake Misty’s hand, but as he held out
his hand, another zombie dog tackled him. Angie screamed and ran.
“Angie! Wait!” Misty turned back to Nicholai
wrestling the dog.
“Save the girl!” He shouted, struggling. “I got
this bitch!” He continued wrestling with the dog, but he was about to get more
than just one pooch on his chest. The door opened, and in walked another dog,
attracted by the noise Nicholai was making, the growls and barks of the other
dog, and the shouting made by Misty and Angie. Misty ran after Angie, and
Nicholai was left alone. He heard the second dog bark and run towards his
friend. Nicholai’s eyes widened.
“Aw crap!”
Misty and Angie were in the kitchen, and behind
them, they heard Nicholai yelling out in agony. Misty looked at Angie.
“From now on you stay right beside me.” She
scolded. She took Angie’s hand and they crept between the cookers and
overturned food trolleys. Suddenly, behind them, they heard the two zombie dogs
walk in, one of them carrying part of Nicholai’s digestive tract in its mouth.
Misty knew a way to take them out. She saw a meat cleaver, and turned back to
Angie, putting her hands on her arms.
“Wait here.” She whispered. “Keep very still,
and very quiet.” Angie hid behind a cooker and curled into a ball. Misty got
onto her belly and tried to reach for the cleaver. It was hard to get at, as
the room had been trashed, and there were cages and all sorts littering the
room. Misty stretched harder and harder to reach the cleaver. As she was
millimetres from grabbing it, she heard a thud behind her. The cook had crawled
through a gap and grabbed her leg. She was able to move out the way in time,
and took hold of the cook’s head. As soon as she did so, she twisted it hard
and there were several simultaneous cracks as the cook’s neck was broken. Misty
looked at Angie, who stared open mouthed. Misty smiled at her, knowing that she
mustn’t be scared as to not scare the little girl. She turned to try and grab
the cleaver again, but the dog had got there first, making her jump. Misty
grabbed Angie, and they went about turning the knobs on the cookers. Gas
flooded into the room, turning the air in the room hazy. Misty pulled a book of
matches from her side pack and lit them; she threw the matches over her head.
Alas, the match died before it reached the gas filled room, and there wasn’t
enough heat to ignite it. Misty kicked open a door, and they kept walking. In
the end of the small corridor between the cooking area and the canteen itself,
Elle was standing holding a Molotov cocktail. She lit it, grinned, and threw it
towards the door. As the dogs jumped through the windows of the door, the lit
rag on the cocktail ignited a tiny part of the gas that had entered the
corridor. Elle moved quickly, grabbing a fire blanket and wrapping it around
herself and Angie. The cooking room exploded, and Misty dived away from it
Bond- style. Elle unwrapped the fire blanket from around her and Angie and
looked at her.
“Thank you.” Angie said, not believing what
just happened.
“You two know each other?” Coughed Misty. Elle
pointed at Angie.
“She’s infected.” Misty stood up and gave Elle
a funny look. “She’s infected on a massive level.”
“How the hell do you know that?” Misty asked
angrily. Not believing a word Elle said.
“Because she is too.” Said Angie quietly.
“You’re infected? When were you gonna tell us?”
Elle pulled over a chair and sat down in front of Angie.
“Lemme see”
“No!” Angie was starting to get scared, because
she knew what Elle wanted to look at. She got up and bent down to her height.
“You know I’m not gonna hurt you.” She said
reassuringly. “Lemme see”. Elle took Angie’s arm and rolled up her blazer
sleeve. On her arm were numerous scars where she had been injected with
something. Elle took Angie’s school bag and took out her lunch box. In it was a
secret compartment, containing Umbrella syringes.
“What’s that?” Asked Misty.
“The anti-virus… The cure to the T-Virus.”
Replied Elle, with a shocked look on her face.
“There’s a cure?” Misty asked. Elle looked at
Angie.
“Where did you get this?”
“My daddy… My daddy made it for me. He’s sick,
and some day, I’ll get sick too.” Misty walked over to where Elle and Angie
were. “When I was little…” she continued, “I had to walk on crutches. The
doctors said I’d never get better, only worse. That’s when daddy came up with
the idea of making something to help me get better…”
“The T-Virus…” Misty sighed.
“Then, they took the invention away from him.
He isn’t really a bad man, he didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” Angie was
close to tears; Elle leaned over and hugged her.
“Shhhhh, it’s all right.” Elle ran her hand up
and down Angie’s back to comfort her. Suddenly, a door burst open. Elle pulled
out her shotgun and pointed it at the young man that bashed through it. He was
sweating like mad. The young man had his assault rifle out, the laser pointed
at Alice’s neck. They stood, guns poised, until LJ followed the young man in.
“It’s ok! He’s with me. Made that deal with Dr.
Doom, same as you.” Elle lowered her shotgun, and the young Umbrella soldier
switched the laser off and lowered his gun too.
“How many of you are there?” Asked Misty.
“What do you mean?” The South American replied,
slightly delirious. Misty turned and looked at the dead body on the floor.
“Nicholai…” The soldier looked sadly at his
friend, LJ removed his hat as a sign of respect. Suddenly, the soldier started
to gag, and coughed up a lot of phlegm.
“When were you bitten?” Asked Elle.
“Two days ago.” LJ looked at him funnily
“WHAT!?”
Elle walked over and smiled at the muscular
man. She rested her shotgun on her shoulder.
“Today’s your lucky day… Although, I’m
surprised you’re still alive at all.” She walked away, as did Misty and Angie.
LJ looked at the soldier again.
“Carlos, you shoulda told me you been bit man,
I’m hangin’ with you an’ shit!” He ran after the girls, with Carlos bringing up
the rear.
The cop, Umbrella worker, civilian, pupil and
Umbrella Mercenary exited the school to the loud ringing of a pay phone. Misty
went over and answered it.
“Let me speak to my daughter.” Demanded the
English man
“First you tell us how we’re getting the hell
out of here.” Misty demanded. In the makeshift camp on the outskirts of town,
Dr Ashford sat in his wheelchair, watching the survivors on CCTV cameras. He
sighed.
“There’s a helicopter already being prepped. It
takes off in…” He checked his watch. “47 minutes. It will be the last transport
to leave Zigzagoon city before they detonate the missile.”
”Where’s the evac site?” Asked Misty.
“May I speak to my daughter now?” Ashford said
sarcastically. Misty sighed, and signalled Angie to take the phone.
“Daddy?” She asked hopefully. Dr Ashford
breathed a huge sigh of relief and smiled.
“Hey sweetheart. I’m so glad you’re ok. These
people are going to bring you to me. I will see you very soon ok? I love you.”
“I love you too daddy.” Angie replied happily.
“Put the nice lady back on for me.” Ashford
instructed, and Misty took the phone back from Angie, smiling at her.
“Ok, where do we have to go?”
”The helicopter transport leaves from city hall. It will now leave in 45
minutes. I suggest you make haste.”
“I take it this evac chopper won’t be laid out
especially for us”
”No, it has another purpose, but it will be lightly guarded. Misty put the
phone down and they all climbed into the pickup.
Meanwhile, Dr Ashford continued to watch them
on the cameras. Suddenly, the signal started to break up. Ashford hammered at
the keys to try and get it back, but the signal was gone. Behind him, Cain and
a burly man in combat gear stood behind him. The latter carried a large assault
rifle.
“Computers…” Cain said philosophically. Ashford
turned round in his wheelchair to look at the German. “So unreliable… Just like
people.” He stared at Ashford briefly, walked over to the laptop and closed it.
“You really thought I didn’t know?” He left, leaving the large guard with
Ashford.
Back in the pickup in the city, Misty was
driving with Angie in the middle. LJ sat in the passenger seat. Carlos and Elle
sat in the back so Alice could tend to Carlos’ wound. They once again drove
through the war torn streets of Zigzagoon city.
“So what’re you injecting me with?” Asked
Carlos.
“The anti-virus.” Elle explained, injecting the
green solution into Carlos’ arm. “The T-Virus re-animates dead cells.
Basically, bringing the dead back to life. In a living human, it can cause
uncontrollable mutation. Or, it can help her walk again, if the virus is kept
in check with one of these.” She held up the syringe and smiled.
“Angie’s infected?”
”Yes. The cellular growth isn’t enough to mutate her, but it’s managing to
regenerate her dead cells without mutation.”
“And they injected you with this virus too?”
”Yes, I’m a more human version of those dogs. Somehow my speed, power and
agility have all increased. I barely feel human anymore…” LJ turned looked at
her, and she looked at him, smiling.
“Don’t worry, I’m not contagious.” LJ turned
round and looked out the window.
“Here.” Misty handed Elle Terri’s digital
camera. “Tape the story, I’ll see it gets put to good use.” Elle took it,
pointed the lens towards her and hit record.
“My name is Elle. I worked for the Umbrella
Corporation. I was head of security at a secret underground laboratory
disguised as a mansion in the Arklay Mountains. There was this accident, and…
Everybody died. Trouble was… They didn’t stay dead. Umbrella was developing
viral and bio weaponry, and to cover it up and to gain the trust of everybody,
covered themselves up as a cosmetics and bio- technology organisation. Now,
this has led to the destruction of Zigzagoon City, everyone in it, and Umbrella
is twisting the story to make it seem like the nuclear power plant melted down.
”
September 29th: Night
The pickup pulled into the car park at city hall. Carefully and stealthily, the 5 survivors moved up against a wall. Carlos pulled out a pair of night vision binoculars and looked at the helicopter. Surrounding it, at least 15 Umbrella guards wearing all black with black motorcycle helmets. They were carrying large assault rifles.
“Lightly guarded my ass.” They moved quietly up
a walkway and silently came up behind two guards. Carlos handed his assault
rifle to Misty and jumped over the concrete barrier. He snuck up on one guard,
and snapped his neck. The second saw what was going on and tried to attack the
young soldier, but Carlos punched him in the stomach, and followed with a large
kick to the neck, knocking the guard down. Misty came up behind him, and handed
back the assault rifle. They carried on, but as LJ went past one of the fallen
guards, he started to kick it. Misty stopped him, and they continued up the
concrete walkway to find their helicopter, and their ticket to freedom. Up on
the roof, an Umbrella guard with a sniper rifle was watching them. He aimed his
rifle at Carlos’ head, and he got a lock on. Before he could pull the trigger,
the scope went black. He looked up and saw Elle. She gave him a cocky smile,
and then smacked him full in the face.
Elle attached herself to a rope, and looked
over the edge of the tall, modern building that was Zigzagoon city hall. She
let herself tip over the edge, and sprinted down the 200ft building. At the
bottom, were some more black helmeted guards, all of them blissfully unaware of
their impending beating. She reached the bottom and kicked the closest guard in
the head. She unfastened herself from the rope and punched another guard, who
was wielding a knife. As the guard dropped, his knife flew into the air. Elle
grabbed it at its peak, and threw it at another guard. It killed him, as it
went straight through his neck. The last guard came over. Elle kicked him in
the shin, and grabbed his baton. She got round behind him, and as the guard
turned and came at her again, she used the baton like a baseball bat to smack
him in the face. Elle’s sheer strength managed to shatter the helmet, and the
guard fell to the ground. Carlos, Misty, Angie, and LJ came over towards her.
As they neared, the second guard Elle kicked in started to get back to his
feet. Carlos pulled out his knife and threw it at the last guard, it flew into
and imbedded itself in the guard’s neck. He looked at Elle and smiled.
“You missed one.” Elle laughed and they made
their way to the helicopter on the other side of the courtyard. Elle was the
first to walk up the ramp at the back of the helicopter. She saw a computer
with a male outline on it, and lots of data coming up. She had a flashback. It
was a flashback to when Umbrella was using her in one of their sick
experiments. She could hear the voices of Major Cain and other scientists. She
also saw images of the computer monitor, with similar data on it.
“We’re seeing similar re-generation in both
subjects”
”She’s bonding with the virus on a cellular level…” Elle shook her head to
clear her mind.
“We have to hurry.”
“It’s ok, we still got time.” Said Misty
reassuringly.
“No… It’s got nothing to do with that”
Suddenly, they heard loud thuds approaching. Out of the shadows, Nemesis
appeared.
“Oh shit! We’re stealing Nemmy’s ride!” Cried
LJ. Misty turned to the pilot.
“Take off!” She ordered. The pilot ignored her.
“I SAID TAKE OFF!”
“What’s the rush?” Misty and Elle turned round
to see Cain holding Angie, with a pistol against her neck.
“We’ve been expecting you.” Some Umbrella
guards arrived, and grabbed hold of Misty, Elle, Carlos and LJ; they took their
weapons and lead them outside.
“Hey man! You stealing my babies!” LJ shouted,
not being able to bear the thought of his favourite gold desert eagles being
taken from him.
“Shut up before you get us all killed” Misty
interrupted, getting really annoyed with him. They were bound up and knelt onto
the cold concrete outside city hall. Cain walked out of the helicopter still
holding Angie. She saw her father, Charles, in his wheelchair.
“Daddy!” She called. Cain let her go and she
ran over to him, giving him a huge hug. “I knew you’d never leave me.”
“No, never, never.” He replied, stroking her
hair. Cain walked over to Misty and Carlos.
“You two never seem to give up. You show such
determination to survive.” He looked at Misty. “Especially you, surviving where
so many of your friends and co workers died. It’s a shame the other survivors
aren’t here to say their final goodbyes before you, like Brad and Richard, are
destroyed by our ultimate bio weapon: Nemesis.” Cain turned, and walked over to
the monster standing 20ft behind him. He looked at his bearing teeth, then into
his eye.
“Kill them.” He walked away.
“S.T.A.R.S” Nemesis growled, and walked noisily
over to Misty and Carlos. Two Umbrella guards came over, and picked them up to
their feet. Nemesis raised his mini gun, but before he could fire, sniper fire
rang out across the courtyard. Nemesis turned, and up on the roof, he spotted
someone holding a rifle. His monitor flashed up again:
‘S.T.A.R.S: 1’
“S.T.A.R.S!!” He growled, louder than ever, and
turned away to find the mystery S.T.A.R.S member. The sniper gunned down all
the Umbrella guards. Elle, in the confusion, used a pen knife, ‘borrowed’ from
the school’s art room, to cut the binding round her hands. She carefully crept
up on LJ and cut his binding.
“Get on the chopper and wait for me there.” She
whispered. She then grabbed a gun from a dead guard and shot more armed men
coming towards her. Carlos got a pocket- knife out and cut his binders too. He
cut Misty free, and they started to gun down more and more Umbrella guards,
Nemesis was totally confused, and didn’t know whom to shoot. He was trying to
shoot the S.T.A.R.S member on top of the roof, but had no luck. Suddenly, a
body fell off the roof. It was the S.T.A.R.S member.
“NO!” Misty screamed. Nemesis looked at the
body. It was dead. The word ‘disengage’ appeared on the monitor.
More Umbrella guards appeared, and more
shooting ensued. Meanwhile, down at the main doors to city hall, hundreds of
ravenous zombies pounded at the glass to get a tasted of the fresh flesh that
was fighting above them. They came up the concrete pathway, and were spotted by
Cain. He ran onto the helicopter.
“WHY ISN’T THIS THING IN THE AIR?” He yelled.
LJ turned round.
“Because I usually drive a Cadillac.” He smiled
and smacked Cain in the face, knocking him out. Elle grabbed Angie and ran with
her onto the helicopter. She looked at her, and then nodded, as she knew what
Angie wanted. She ran back outside and helped Ashford onto the helicopter too.
LJ suddenly saw the zombies coming towards them.
“GET THIS DAMN THING IN THE AIR!” He yelled to
the pilot, and he started up the rotors. Elle buckled up Angie and the doctor
then turned to Cain.
“Get up!” She ordered, and put her gun against his
throat. She pulled him to the edge of the service ramp, still wide open.
“Killing me won’t put things right.” Cain
begged, hoping she would spare his life.
“No.” She yelled back at him angrily. “But it’s
a start!” She threw him off the edge, and as the helicopter was already in the
air, he fell 20 feet to the solid concrete below. The impact of the fall
twisted his ankle badly, and he was unable to get back up again. Elle watched
as the hungry zombies came up to him. He tried to shoot them, but nothing happened.
He then looked at the smoking Beretta, and put it against his head. He pulled
the trigger, but like Brad, nothing happened. He too was out of ammo. He looked
at it with a scared expression on his face. He saw the first zombie come up to
him, and it, like many others, piled on top of him to try and get a bite of his
flesh.
Carlos ran to where he and Misty were tied up,
and grabbed his guns. He threw one to Misty, who was clearing up the last of
the guards. Carlos looked at the departing helicopter. He called out.
“HEY! WHERE YOU GOING!?”
”WE’LL COME BACK FOR YOU!” Elle called back. “I PROMISE!”
Nemesis turned back to Misty, who was still
shooting. Suddenly, a smoke grenade flew in front of him. He couldn’t see a
thing. He roared out in frustration. Carlos grabbed Misty’s arm, and they ran
towards what he thought would be the safest place in Zigzagoon City: The St.
Michael Clock Tower.
September 30th. Sunrise. 24 Hours
before detonation.
Carlos awoke to see Misty holding a photograph. She was crying.
“Your boyfriend?” Misty looked at him, tears
streaming down her face. She nodded. Carlos moved over and put his arm around
her.
“I lost someone special to me in this too.
Remember Nicholai from the school?” Misty nodded again.
“He was my best friend, and like a brother to
me. Yuri was rather close to me too.”
“Yuri?” She asked.
“The guy that bit me. He was part of my team
too.”
“Oh…” Misty looked back at the photo, then back
at Carlos. “I gotta ask you something.”
“Oh, you want a date huh? Well, I gotta check
my schedule. The ladies can’t resist sexy-boy Carlos Olivera!” Misty knew he
was joking, and it cheered her up a lot. Carlos looked at Misty sitting on one
of the beams of the clock tower. Her hair blowing in the light draught that
came through the roof panels, her blue tube top and her miniskirt making her
look so pretty. Carlos sighed. To him, he was serious.
“What made you join Umbrella?”
“I was in the Panamanian army for a couple of
years. Then the opportunity arose. Good pay as well. I moved here and met the
other two guys right here in Zigzagoon City. Nicholai, Yuri and I joined up as
we thought it was just your average security gig. But, turned out we were just
expendable assets sent in to cover Umbrella’s mess. What about you? Why’d you
join S.T.A.R.S?”
“Where to start?” Misty smiled. “My dad was a
cat burglar, he would rob houses and then sell what he stole to help support
our family. He was arrested and sent to jail. When mom and I visited him one
day, he told me to join the police or the army, you know, do something good
with my life, and not end up like him. I joined the Marines, and because I
showed so much potential, I was drafted into S.T.A.R.S, the rest, they say… Is
history.” They smiled at each other, and suddenly, something crashed through
the roof and landed on the other side of the attic they were in. Carlos stood
up and walked over to the metal crate. He opened it, and inside, were two
assault rifles, ammo, and Angie’s lunch box. Also inside, was a hand written
note.
‘We thought you could use these to help battle
Nemesis. Keep fighting. Good luck. Alice, Angie, LJ and Dr Ashford”
“What is it?” Misty asked. Carlos lifted the
assault rifles, grinning from ear to ear.
“Cool!” Misty took one off him and some clips.
Is that… Angie’s lunchbox?”
“Yeah, and the syringes have been refilled with
a t-virus vaccine. Meaning, if we get bitten, we won’t turn into one of them.”
“Great, Stick it in me.” Carlos’ eyes widened.
Misty gave a smile. “You know what I mean!” Carlos pulled one of the syringes
out, and injected Misty with the red liquid. Carlos injected himself too.
“How long do we have before the missile
launch?” Misty asked. Carlos checked his watch.
“Twenty three hours. We can find a way to kill
Nemesis, then get out of the city.”
The two friends stepped out of the clock tower
into broad daylight. It hurt their eyes to start with, as they had been in the
dark for so long. It was cold too. Misty shivered.
“Great time to be wearing these!” She
complained, gesturing to her clothes. Carlos looked at Misty, her hair blowing
in the cold wind. She was so beautiful, but Carlos knew he couldn’t let his
personal feelings get in the way, especially now that they would have to work
together if they were to destroy Nemesis once and for all. He walked across the
street to a clothes shop and smashed the window. He pulled out a manikin and
pulled off the jumper dressing it. He carried it over to Misty.
“Here. This should warm you up.” Misty took it
and put it on.
“Thanks… That’s three I owe you.”
“Three?”
“Using that smoke grenade to distract Nemesis
then pulling me from danger, helping me clear those guards… Now the jumper”
“Gotta keep you alive, you gotta prove that the
S.T.A.R.S. were right.”
“Yeah, suppose. C’mon, lets find that thing
before it finds us.”
They walked through what seemed the deserted
streets of Zigzagoon City. The odd undead civilian would cross their path, but
as the two survivors stayed quiet and stealthy, they weren’t too much of a
problem to get past. They turned into an alley, and walked slowly and carefully
over the obstacles that hindered them. Suddenly, a window smashed, and a man in
Umbrella Mercenary uniform similar to Carlos’ came flying out. He landed with a
huge grunt on the ground. Misty ran over, and carefully turned him over. She
pointed her gun at him.
“Wake up, time to die!” She said satirically.
The Umbrella soldier opened his eyes.
“Ah! Don’t shoot me, please! I… I’m not one of
them!” He cried in a Russian accent, similar to that of Nicholai’s and Yuri’s
“No.” Misty continued. “But you work for
Umbrella.” Carlos moved over and pushed Misty’s gun out the way.
“It’s ok, he’s with me.” He lowered Misty’s
gun, and turned to the Umbrella soldier. “Mikhail, why are you still here?”
“Me and the others… we were about to be
evacuated when we came under attack from those things. We got separated. I
killed as many as I could, but I ran out of ammo for the M4... I got about 6
rounds left of the DE. I can’t go on much longer. I might as well lie here and
wait for them to come and get me.”
“Don’t talk like that Victor. We’ll get you
patched up, and get you out of here.” Misty looked at Carlos.
“Carlos… I think he’s back…”
“What do you mean?”
“Nemesis…”
Sure enough, it was Nemesis. He looked at them,
and they at him. His rocket launcher and mini gun were gone. It appeared he had
run out of ammo for each. His trench coat had gone and had mutated a little.
Looking even more hideous than he did before. He still had those deadly
tentacles… Mikhail got to his feet and picked up his gun.
“You two run, I’ll buy some time for you.” He
said bravely.
“Mikhail, no! You won’t be able to beat him!”
Carlos protested.
“Exactly. Run now, I’ll keep him occupied.”
“Victor…” Carlos sighed. Misty grabbed Carlos
and they ran. Mikhail gazed at Nemesis’ great hulking body. It roared, and
Mikhail began firing. Nemesis seemed to walk straight through the desert eagle
fire. A message appeared in his head. It looked like Umbrella had updated his
mission protocols again.
‘KILL ALL SURVIVORS.’ Nemesis roared again, and
trod heavily towards Mikhail. Like Brad, Nemesis picked up Mikhail by the
throat. Mikhail was able to pull a grenade out and pull the pin. Instead of
putting the tentacle through his head, Nemesis ripped Mikhail’s head off. He
threw the head towards the other end of the alley, and threw the body through a
boarded up door. However, he didn’t see the grenade. It exploded, and Nemesis
was thrown backwards.
The last two humans in Zigzagoon City ran into
a bar and put tables and chairs in front of the door to protect them from more
living dead and more importantly, Nemesis.
“You’re hoping he’s lost interest?” Carlos
panted, out of breath from all the running.
“I know we can’t keep running forever, Carlos,
but there must be some way we can destroy that thing.” Misty saw a dead man
sprawled on a table on the other side of the room. She walked carefully over to
it, and put a bullet in its head to make sure it wasn’t another zombie. In its
hand was a note, and a photo. The photo was of two men in lab coats making adjustments
to what looked like a jet engine with a large barrel on the end. Carlos looked
at Misty.
“What does the note say?” He asked, eager to
know. Misty read the note.
‘In my opinion, I feel that it's too early to use this,
"Paracelcus' Sword" in actual fighting. However, in order to acquire
the G-virus that Umbrella has developed, it will be a great help to us.
The power of the
"Rail Cannon" is satisfactory, but please note that it is still
having a few remaining problems. We are however, confident it will cut down
Umbrella’s seemingly invincible bio- weapons
Technology
Division Colonel
Franklin Hart’
“That’s it!” Exclaimed Jill.
“What’s ‘it’?” Carlos asked.
“We need to find this
‘Paracelcus’ Sword’ thing, lure Nemesis into a trap and use it to blow him apart!”
Carlos looked blankly at her, then his blank expression turned into a large
smile.
“Misty, you’re a genius!”
C’mon, lets go and find it!”
”No, I need to rest for a little bit. I haven’t slept well in three days.” She
grabbed a chair and sat down next to Carlos. Misty yawned and then rested her
head on his shoulder. She fell fast asleep.
October 1st, 5am.
1 hour 30 minutes before missile launch.
Carlos awoke. Happily
refreshed from the only sleep he’d had in three days. He checked his watch. And
his eyes opened wide.
“SHIT!” He yelled. He shook
Misty awake.
“Wake up, we got just over
one hour!” Misty woke up instantly. She grabbed her guns, and they ran out into
the street. The sky was starting to go orange, and as the orange became lighter
and lighter, they knew they would’t have much time.
“So where the hell would this
thing be?” Misty pondered. They kept walking down the street, past the
Zigzagoon scrap yard. Carlos looked through the gates at the entrance, and
amongst all the scrap cars and metal, was the rail cannon they were looking
for. He called Misty over, and they ran inside. They now needed to lure Nemesis
into their trap. So Carlos lit his last flare, and it flew into the sky,
lighting it with an explosion and a flash of light. Nemesis had somehow
survived the grenade blast, was closing on their location, and upon seeing the
light; he made his way to its source…
Carlos sat on the ground,
resting up against the cannon.
“Where the hell is he?” He
asked, checking how much ammo he had left on his M4 clips and getting rather
impatient. As soon as he said those words, Nemesis came into the scrap yard,
roaring. He had mutated again, and looked nothing like his original form. He
was burnt and parts of his body had chunks blown out of it. Although his head
remained the same. He made his way over to them, snarling and making his
trademark loud thuds. Carlos readied his gun, and fired to try and slow Nemesis
down. Nemesis approached, immune to the gunfire. He fly-swatted Carlos, and he
flew into a pile of scrap metal. Upon seeing what happened to her friend, Misty
rolled and pulled a desert eagle out of Carlos’ holster, and fired at the
Nemesis.
“YOU WANT S.T.A.R.S?” She
yelled angrily, “I’LL GIVE YOU S.T.A.R.S!” She carried on firing, and then, she
stopped. She looked at Nemesis approaching, and saw his lone eye. Then, it
occurred to her. She saw the cables attached to four generators. She fired 4
shots at Nemesis’ head, aiming for his eye, and then ran towards the first
generator. She fired 3 more at him, and then ran towards the second generator.
Misty saw Nemesis was getting really ticked off. She emptied an entire clip
into his head. He fell to his knees. Whilst she still had time, Misty flicked
on the third generator. Nemesis got back to his feet, and walked, slowly now,
towards her. She reloaded and fired 2 more shots; Nemesis fell to his knees one
more time. Misty flicked the final switch, and the rail cannon started to power
up. Misty ran one side of where the cannon would fire, but she realised Carlos
was lying in its line of fire. Carlos climbed slowly to his feet, and Nemesis,
noticing him, decided to finish him off. As Nemesis stood in front of Carlos,
back to the cannon, he held back his hand, tentacle out, ready to strike him.
Misty saw what was about to happen, and jumped forward, grabbing Carlos mid
flight and pulling him to the ground. The cannon fired, blowing a huge hole in
Nemesis’ body. He screamed, and fell to his knees. Misty picked up Carlos, and
carried him away before they were crushed by Nemesis, his chest burning. Misty
lifted Carlos back to his feet, and they stared at Nemesis, lying face first on
the gravel, purple blood surrounding his body, and impaled on a spike of rusty
iron. Carlos looked at Misty.
“Thanks.” He said; cringing from
the pelting Nemesis gave him. Misty smiled. They saw a horde of undead
civilians coming towards them, and they ran through the scrap. Misty could hear
rotor blades.
“Over there!” She pointed,
and she and Carlos ran to the helicopter, that appeared to be waiting for them.
A man in an N.R.A cap opened the doors of the helicopter.
“Get in!” He called in a
friendly voice. Misty helped Carlos in, and the helicopter took off into the
morning sky. Carlos and Misty looked at each other and gave each other a hug.
“Thanks again.” Carlos
panted, trying to catch his breath.
“Now I’ve re-paid my debt.”
Misty smiled at him again.
“Two more” Carlos replied,
laughing. Misty stood up and went over to the pilot.
“Thank you so much.” She
shouted to be able to hear herself over the noise of the engines. “Its good to
see some kind civilian came to get us out alive.”
“I couldn’t let you die
Misty, that’s why I saved you at city hall” The voice shouted back. Misty
recognised the voice.
“Brock? But Nemesis killed…
Oh… I see what you did, you dressed one of those virus monsters in your uniform
to fool him.”
“The one and only, and yeah,
that’s what I did!” He smiled. “Go on, sit back there with your friend and
enjoy the ride, I’ll fly you to a hospital and we’ll get him checked out. Misty
went back to sit with Carlos. Carlos looked at Misty, hanging her head, as she
knew now her nightmare was over. He took hold of her hand, and held it tight.
Misty looked up at him and smiled. But it was only brief as she noticed a
bright light out the corner of her eye.
“Oh no…” She said sadly.
“It’s here, quick, grab hold
of something.” Carlos replied. They grabbed hold of a part of the helicopter
and the missile flew straight past them, and plummeted into the centre of
Zigzagoon City. There was a huge bright explosion, and a large mushroom cloud
emerged out of the ground. The helicopter shook violently, but Brock was able
to keep everything under control. They left Zigzagoon air space, Misty closed
her eyes and gritted her teeth.
“That’s it…” She muttered
angrily, “Umbrella is going down…”
The next day
At the hospital, Misty and
Carlos sat alone in Carlos’ room, watching the news.
“We have unprecedented
reports of disaster at Zigzagoon City. Some claims of a large viral outbreak
turning the citizens into zombie like creatures…” Misty turned the TV up. “We
have this tape, given to us by one of the survivors of this terrible disaster.
The video depicts the Umbrella Corporation trying to massacre innocent
civilians…” The screen cut to an amateur film, filmed at the Raven’s Gate
Bridge. Armed Umbrella guards wearing black helmets fired live ammunition into
the crowds trying to flee. “The tape,” the newsreader continued, “the work of
former Zigzagoon 7 anchorwoman Teri Morales.” Carlos took the remote and
switched the television off. Misty smiled at him.
“I knew that tape would go to
good use.” She laughed.
That night however, when
Carlos and Misty were watching the news…
“News just in that the
tragedy at Zigzagoon City was nothing more than one big hoax, playing on the
real tragedy of the nuclear power plant melting down. The melt down, the first
since the Chernobyl incident in the 1980’s, has killed over 1 million people.
The perpetrators of the hoax, Misty Valentine and Carlos Olivera, are being sought
for questioning by the police…”
“Argh… Damn…” Misty sighed.
“Umbrella’s cover up worked.” I’ve had it… I’m going to join the others in
Europe. Umbrella is gonna be history.”
“I’m gonna come with you
then.” Carlos replied. “Being part of Umbrella, I know their weaknesses. I can
get you security codes, blueprints, the works” Misty smiled at him.
“Thanks Carlos. I owe you
another one now.” Carlos yawned. Misty looked at him sympathetically. “Hey, you
look tired. You should go to sleep.” She tucked him in and left him with a kiss
on the forehead. “See ya tomorrow, and thanks for helping me survive.” She left
the room.
‘The nightmare is finally
over, but I never stop thinking about how many more survivors there could have
been still in the city. Umbrella shall pay for what they did. They’ve destroyed
my home, killed my friends, family, and over a million others. They’re going
down. My heart goes out to those poor departed souls of Zigzagoon City…’