Resident Evil: Pre-Life

[CrimsonInferno 35]

So...I've been a big fan of the games and the movies since I was just a kid. I would watch my brothers play the game and remember how scary the Undead were when they would suddenly get up and grab your leg, or when the dogs burst through the windows or when you fight the giant, mutated snake or find out Wesker is a dirty liar who needs a good whoopin'! I also remember Jill and Chris, two of the coolest RE game characters ever! Oh and then there is Claire and Leon of course!

 

Anyway...I love both the games and the movies, but the movies hold more of my heart, I think. Yes, they are different and some people hate Alice for being "too" strong or that the movies are about her. Though if they were making RE game movies, you'd see it different. (The movies are Alice's games! lol) but I happen to love Alice. Ever since the first movie and the second with Jill, my fangirlness for the series, game and movie, has increased!

 

I just adore Alice. She's a great charater! I love her! Especially when she's around others and she has that attitude where everything just seems really easy to her. She's kickass, strong, funny (Yea, I met your sister. She was a homicidal b!tch lol) and awesome character! She doesn't let anything stand in her way! She hates Umbrella with a passion and even goes on a warpath to make them pay for what they have done to her!

 

Anyway, onto the point! I recently watched Resident Evil: Afterlife thrice (when it was in theaters) and it really drove the drive to write a fiction for it, completely fanmade. I have yet to fully grasp Alice's character and decided not to ruin her with my first ever fanfiction regarding anything out of the FF & AC areas, so I decided to make a complete fan-fan-fanfiction. I tried to make the timeline fit that of the movies, but its a bit confusing. If I had the last movie, I would probably do better with the storyline matching up.

 

Well, here is the fiction. Its two chapters right now, they are pretty short, but its meant to be a quick explanation of what's going on. I have never wrote a horror fiction before, especially for Resident Evil. So I'm hoping someone can provide some insight, but be kind about it...? :sweatdrop:

 

Chapter 1: Awoken

 

 

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

 

The sound of rapid footsteps rang down the hall of the Laboratory, echoing distress and fear. The room’s light was flickering due to power shortages and was losing oxygen fast. The next room, which could be seen through a glass wall, held all the backup energy. The lab wasn’t as big as any other Umbrella lab, but it was a decent sized, created only for the purpose of keeping Project Crimson in check and inactive.

 

The flickering lights were becoming worse as the two living scientists scrambled around their little office to free Project Crimson for their own safety. The code switch had been locked by Umbrella Corporations outside of Alaska after getting a call from them that the Undead had found their safe haven. All safe codes were being disarmed rapidly and they were running out of time before all codes had been destroyed and no longer valid.

 

The older scientist laughed in victory when he typed the following code: TDS-234-45F-57H and it blinked green, indicating activation. He turned to his partner and started the next process, which couldn’t be stopped by outside Umbrella influences. Looking up through the glass wall as the pounding of Undead hit against the door, the two scientists watched as the liquid dome drained of the blue substance and the naked form of a woman inside twitched and convulsed to her awakening from a sleep of long years.

 

Just as she collapsed to the floor, the door started to loosen against the Undead’s power. The woman groaned as pain flared through her body, as a powerful headache ripped through her mind. She coughed out the liquid and tried to get on shaky legs, but collapsed once more. The scientists pressed a button that would fully awaken her with all her "abilities" and then flipped a switch to talk to her.

 

“Project Crim—” she looked up to see a swarm of Undead attack and rip the two men apart, limb from limb, and began to feast on their body. Horror struck her as she watched people eat people. Getting up, the woman used the wall to drag herself to the other door, leading away from the current two rooms. She stopped when she noticed the system lock defense mechanism and placed a hand over the screen.

 

Beep. Beep. A robotic voice echoed, dying out from the lack of energy, said: “Incorrect operation and use of hand print, current handprint: Project Crimson, case number 6. Operative name, Kaylee Storm”

 

She groaned again and turned to the glass wall to see the Undead trying to break through the wall. Hurrying, she glanced around the room and saw an air duct hanging over a cleared desk. Quickly, she climbed on top of the desk and listed the plate over the air duct. Just as she got in, the Undead broke in, shrilling for blood and flesh.

 

She shouted when one of them grabbed her ankle. She twisted around and used her other foot to kick the Undead in his face and then climbed the rest of the way into the air duct, her heart racing. Watching the swarm of Undead through the little open square, she closed her eyes and tried to remember what had happened, yet nothing came except the one thought: I need to get out of here.

 

She broke through the Lab’s doors and leaned against the wall for support. She turned and locked the doors, knowing the Undead would find a way to her. She looked around her surroundings and realized she was on top of some building. Walking over to the edge, she could see more Undead banging against the doors, growling in hunger. She gasped. What the hell are those things? Turning she went to the Helipad and looked inside the Helicopters for some sort of clothing. She found a dead Pilot, an empty gun in his hand and bullet hole through his head. She looked down. The man had clearly killed himself, sensing no other way out. She took his flight jacket off, his pants and his shirt and dressed quickly. The clothes were way too big and fell down, so she ripped the strips of leather off the seat of the Helicopter and made a quick fashioned belt. She picked the empty gun up and pocketed it, hoping she’d find ammo. She checked through the three Helicopters for gas and found only one. It was missing a steering stick.

 

Laying a hand over her head to think, she sat still for a few moments before running over to the other Helicopter. She dug through the Helicopter for some sort of iron rode, knowing that if she tried to take its steering stick, it would just be useless. She found a suitable rode and stuck it into the broken slot of the working Helicopter and tested the motion of it – it was fluid enough to use. She took a deep breath as she buckled herself in. She didn’t know how to drive on of these things, but she had to learn fast. Just as she started it up, the Undead broke through the door, searching for the flesh they knew was there. She panicked and raised the Helicopter off the pad and pushed the stick forward, away from the building’s Helipad. The Undead threw themselves off the building in a frantic hunger hordes by hordes.

 

She had no idea how she knew how to drive a Helicopter, but then again, she had to get her name from a damn machine. ....Kaylee huh? She thought to herself as she flew south. She smiled a bit, tiredly. Well, it’s nice to meet you Kaylee. How about a better name?

 

 

 

Chapter 2: Suiting up

 

 

 

 

Kale, as she decided to knock the name down and call herself, landed the Helicopter down on an empty road of the nearest city she could find on the map called Ambler. It was small town; she couldn’t spot any of those…things. She turned the Heli off and jumped out to look around. “Not much of a lively town, are you?” she whispered as she walked down the first street she could see, whom she saw a sign labeling it as “Waring St”. She followed it all the way down until she spotted a broken in Gas Station.

 

When she pushed the door in, she spotted two dead bodies on the floor, bullet holes through their heads. The TV over the counter was on, replaying an old TV show from the fities, though it was muted. She glanced to her right and spotted tables and a Junkbox, the light was still on. She walked over to tap on the screen plate a few times and jumped back a little when it buzzed and started to play a song. She sighed and chuckled a bit at her uneasy nerves and then turned and paused when she saw an Undead staring at her through the glass of the front door. She narrowed her eyes and slowly looked over to the tables and spotted a knife next to an empty cup. The Undead man, who was wearing a uniform of a cop, growled and broke through the glass.

 

He charged her and knocked her against the Junkbox, struggling against her strength. Kale hissed in frustration and tried to reach out to the knife on the table, but she was too far away. The Undead man tried to lean in to bite her neck, but she put her forearm under its chin and pushed as hard as she could and held his face higher, away from her skin. She then pushed the Undead man away and then ran for the knife and twirled around back to the Undead man and slit its throat. As the he fell to his knees, she turned to the Junkbox and pushed it down to crush its head and keep it down, as it started to twitch.

 

“Shit…” she wheezed as she fell into the chair of the table behind her, letting her head hang and allowing what just happened to sink in. That thing was a lot stronger than me…how did I manage to kick it off so easily? Her head started to ring. Uh…what’s going on…. When her headache passed, she took a deep breath and got up, cautiously, and walked around the now dead body and searched the rest of the Gas station. In the back, she found a bag of store items. Digging through the bag, she only found toothbrushes, 1-dollar cheap watches, cigarettes, gum and a few other useless items. She dropped the bag and headed to the back of the store, where the stocked items would be and found it emptied. A sigh of defeat escaped her lips as she walked further into the storage room. In the far corner, lying on a small table was a book and a hand-gun.

 

The book was titled “Guide to Zombies” and was made by a man named:” Danny Zenks”. Amused, she pocketed the book and picked the hand-gun up and checked its ammo. It had four bullets left, plus two loose ones on the table. She pocketed them as well and then turned. There had to be something in the store to eat, or drink, and hopefully if she was lucky, a store to find more suitable clothes than her current over sized pilot outfit.

 

Searching through the town, she found only one store, rather big for the size of the town though. She was pleased to find that it wasn’t raided too much. She went to the jacket section then the pants/shorts department, then the shirts and then the shoes and smiled into the dressing mirror. All she needed now was a gun holsters and some sort of weapon that couldn’t run out. To the weapon area of the store, she was in luck. She kicked through the glass window and took out a shotgun and as much ammo as she could stuff into a carrying bag from the sports section, next she took some pistols and ammo and then a fold out-nightstick.

 

The sky had darkened since she landed, the sun fading behind the mountains and trees to the north. The howl of Alaskan cold wind echoed through the deserted, dead town. She had decided to further explode the little town, hoping to find someone…someone who wasn’t whatever those things were. She was still having a hard time believing they were ‘zombies’ and that such a thing could actually exist. They looked rotten yes, but she felt that their attitude was more of a rabid animal desperate for anything to eat. The look in their cold eyes and the shrilling noise they made sent shivers down her spine.

 

The water ran in some of the houses, though she didn’t feel like trusting a closed source of water, so she decided against a quick shower or drink of water and instead, broke into a soda machine. With something to soak her dry throat, she continued on through the town. She spotted a nice little house with a red rooftop and window shingles. The front yard had a emptied pool of decent size and an open mailbox. The little joint to the mailbox had broken off. She could see the bloody hand-print on the side of the dark green metal and shook her head. How long has this…virus been active and killing people? She thought grimly as she pushed the gate to the house open. The front door’s window had been broken in, most likely from the outside, though she wouldn’t doubt that someone wouldn’t have charged through it themselves escaping one of those…things.

 

The house was raided, everything was littered across the floors, the curtains had been torn, the windows had been broke through and the walls had blood and handprints all about. There was a staircase leading up stairs to the left of the door and then a dining room to the right. There was a rotting plate of food at one end and a dead puppy under the table…it had been killed by humans, there was a two bullets through its head. Was it to spare it or just to kill it?

 

The room smelled like rotting flesh so she hurried into the kitchen and dug through the cabinets for any kind of food that couldn’t go bad or be contaminated by the Undead. She found some low acid canned fruits and checked the dates…they weren’t that old and they didn’t seem to have any visible problems on the outside. She gathered the canned food into one bag and then searched the fridge. Everything was long pass edible. There was a molding can of milk, two pizza slices, and a cube of cheese and a bowl of spaghetti. She sighed and slammed the door shut, a little annoyed. She sighed and popped one of the canned foods open to see peaches. She washed a fork quickly and started to eat the slimy food as she thought about her next course of action.

 

Should she look for others? Should she even waste her time when the chances of her being the last person were so high? Should she risk her life looking for people against those damn things? She was tired, hungry, confused and cold, and she couldn’t even rest because the danger is so high. If she decided on the course of action to look for others, how long should she dedicate her time to it? A few months? A year or maybe two or three?

 

All she did know was that she didn’t want to be alone, she would go insane. She ate the last peach and laid the empty can on the counter and then washed the few forks and spoons there, and threw them into her bag. Guess I’m looking for others…

 

When she was finished, she went back to her Helicopter and filled it with some gas she managed to take from the Gas Station and started up the engine. The blades rotated slowly at first, and then began to go faster and faster. She couldn’t believe it…a whole town, gone…all dead, or rather, Undead. How could ‘zombies’ be real? She held a hand over her face as she tried to remember what last happened to her. She couldn’t recall a thing before she awoke in that underground laboratory. She dropped her hand to the steering stick and gripped it, feeling the rode slightly dent under her hand. She’d find out who put her there and why and make them pay. But first, she was determined to find others, just like her, alive and not the walking dead.

 

 

 

Characters:

 

 

OC Character:‘Kale’ Storm (last name pending, though I like this one).

 

Description: Brown-Blond hair, gray eyes, 5’6 (current), short hair, a little pass the ears.

 

Character description: A bit quirky about things (comes off cocky!), a bit of a loner due to time alone. Has a hard time determining what the right thing is to do, though always ends up helping. Though each time she offers help, the people she is "helping" end up dying either way, leaving her even more confused.

 

Weapon Specialty: All, but most proficient in Rifle, Machine gun (hand like machine gun), swords, knives and hand-to-hand combat.

 

Hobby: Though the world is decayed and gone, she’s found a hobby while she was traveling Alaska for survivors. Though not really a hobby and more like a border-line obsession, she searches each town for an adequate scarf and coat that actually fits well and works for fighting. She also carries around a fictional book called ”Guide to Zombies” by a fictional author “Danny Zenks”.

 

Favorite color: Dark red-brown, red, black and purple.

 

Favorite mode of transportation: Motorcycle, even though it’s not very convenient for the situation. She always ends up losing the bike and finds a suitable van.

 

Style: Boots, long coat, scarf, brown tank top, red shirt-vest and brown shorts, belts, fingerless gloves. Carries around a thinner dark brown sweater. Wears a red-brown leather jacket. Has gun holsters inside leather jacket, sides of waist and a knife sheath hanging off a belt and rope across her back.

 

(I had to give her the boots, I own a cool pair of boots and a red leather jacket and fingerless gloves, its awesome! :33)

 

Age: 25 (working out the timeline, this is an estimation.)

 

 

 

Thanks for reading! I'm open to all suggestions and would love to hear what you have to say! I only ask for it to be in a nice way xD

Edited January 4, 2011 by CrimsonInferno