This is a little story that i'm writing for fun and i thought that you guys might enjoy it. Comments and criticisms are always welcome. i did take the name raccoon city and umbrella corp. among other things from the Resident evil games, although the rest of the story is entirely mine. there might e a few grammar mistakes or other things but nothing that would make it unreadable. Anyways, i hope you like it and if you want to read more just tell me and i can post the other chapters i've written so far!
Chapter One
It was nothing fancy, a few people around drinking and watching televisions. It was mostly quiet except for the odd drunken mutter. There was one man sitting at the
bar and was waiting for his drink. “You’re not from around here are you?’ asked the bartender. The man shook his head. “How did you know?’ “Well usually when you work in this kind of business you learn to tell where certain people are from. And also that briefcase that you have next has the umbrella company logo on it. I know that that place is quite a bit away from here.” The bartender
smiled as he handed his customer his drink” if you don’t mind me asking, what is
someone like you doing in a town like raccoon city?’ The customer stared blankly at the
bartender, ‘actually I do mind’. The bartender’s smile vanished and he turned around and
pretended to clean the glasses in the back.
The man who had just ordered the drink sipped
it slowly savoring it for it was the first drink he had had in a long time. He reached into
the suitcase and retrieved the files he was looking for. His company had just sent him a
message and he thought that they were probably very important. They read:
Mr. Boler
You are one of the companies finest men and yet one of our biggest problems. You have
done us many services in the past that we at umbrella would not wish to be made public.
We notice that we could only kill or buy you out. The second would only cost us money
seeing as you would most likely want more afterwards. Seeing as we are quite finished
with you there is only one option left for us to take. It is nothing personal, Mr.Boler, strictly business.
The bottom was signed with the insignia of the Umbrella Corporation.
Dave Boler couldn’t believe what he was reading. Kill me? How could they do that? I was the
man who helped them conduct all of their projects. I helped create the T-serum.
I kept quiet like they asked and in return they plan to kill me?! Is it really that
important that I keep my mouth shut? All I was trying to do was help people? They are a large international company, they couldn’t possibly try to assassinate me? Could they?
David threw his glass against the wall in anger and was about to turn to leave when the voice of the bartender rang out. “Where the hell do you think you’re go… huh? What does this joker think he’s doing?’ he seemed to be looking at something outside the barroom window. David turned himself around and saw some man banging his hands against the glass window. He watched the man’s strange behavior as the outsider glanced over and saw the door. This man was not normal. He had a terrible limp in his step, and his pant leg seemed to be drenched in blood.
The bell above the door rang as the injured man entered the bar. His eyes seemed to not be blank and his facial features showed no emotion. “ Oh my god what happened to your leg man?!’ asked on of the patrons at the bar,’ someone call an ambulance!” a woman hurried over to the injured man” Don’t worry sir I have training that prepares me for these kinds of situati..Agggh! The man who had just entered into the bar leaned forward and grabbed the woman by the head and bit her throat. The woman howled in pain as she grabbed her neck. The other people in the bar rushed over to fight the man off of her. ‘ Get off of her you sick fuck!’ yelled a burly man as he whipped the attacker off the woman. The others did their best to help the woman by stopping the blood with whatever they could find but it did nothing and she quickly bled to death. David could only watch on in horror as the attacker started to get back up. “ Back off!” screamed the larger man as he curled his hands into fists ” don’t come any closer!” The other man did not even seem to flinch at the big man’s threats and continued to walk towards him. The larger man didn’t warn him a second time. He pulled back his fist and plunged it into the other’s stomach. The cannibal bent over from the force only to be struck again in the face by another punch, which sent him flying to the ground.
The man lay still for a few seconds and it seemed that the blow had broken his neck. The bar was deathly silent as the large man started towards the rest of the group with a grim face. “ Somebody had better call the police. I expect they will want to know what.. What the…?!” but his sentence was cut short. The large man looked down to see the woman with her throat torn out, clamped to his leg. The man tried to kick her off but it she had already sunk her teeth into him. The large man shook the woman off of him with some much force that she her head almost smashed through the wall. It made a sickening crack as it did. ‘What the hell is wrong with these people’, David wondered. ‘How did that woman come back to life like that!’
Another man rushed over to see the larger man’s leg. “ We have to stop this bleeding and disinfect this wound. You seem to have lost a lot of blood already,” said the smaller man who was obviously trying to keep his composure over what had just happened. “Just try to remain calm and don’t over exert yourself. I work in the hospital just a little a while from here. You should be fine but it’s best not to take any chances. Where’s that damn ambulance we called for?!” He proceeded to rip up his shirt and tie it around the man’s leg. The doctor looked around at everyone like he was expecting someone to assist him. David asked,” is there anything I can do to help?” The doctor looked at him and told him to stay here with the injured man and to keep pressure on the wound while he found something to disinfect it. David took sat by the larger man’s side and looked at him. He looked to be in worse shape than the doctor had been telling him.
The man winced as David accidentally pressed his hand against the wound. “ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” “ It’s alright”, said the man,” I’ve been banged up worse than this before.” The man sighed as looked down at his leg, “how was it that that woman bit me? And why? I saw her get her throat torn out. No one could’ve have possibly survived that. Some freaky things are going on around here pal.” David nodded and just then he heard the footsteps of the doctor returning from the back of the bar. “ I found a first-aid kit,” he exclaimed,” here let me spray this on you.” The doctor took out some kind of spray bottle and applied it to the older mans injury. It had the Umbrella logo on it. It reminded David of the company who was after him. ‘How were they planning to get to me? They certainly wouldn’t try to kill me if I was in public view. Or would they. Do they really have that kind of power?’ he thought to himself.
His thinking was interrupted by the drunken ramblings of a man who was rocking back and forth trying to catch his balance. The man was trying to make small talk with the dead cannibal. “ Sho how ish it that youse got your leg all cut up like that? Ohhhhh not a big talker then are we? Well that’s fine I can undershtand that buddy. How about you shweetcheeks? You looking for a good time?” David envied the man’s ignorance at a time like this. It all seemed like a nightmare that he couldn’t wake up from.
“ Hey guysh I think these people want to talk to ush..”