Resident Evil: A Dead Breed
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+M through R › Resident Evil
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
19,640
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Resident Evil/Biohazard franchise. The game and all affiliated characters, settings, etc. are copyrights of Capcom, and the game itself is licensed by Nintendo. Also, I'm required to tell you I don't make money off of
First step into Hell
A/N: To anyone who sees any similarities between my story and OmegaXII’s “Resident Evil EX: Zero”, well, there are plenty. This isn’t my attempt to rip off of someone else’s idea; rather, while reading his work a couple months ago, I felt inspired to carry his story over to other characters, namely, Jill (love Rebecca, but come on—it’s Jill Fucking Valentine). Basically, I’m using the same premise of OmegaXIII’s story, but coming up with my own. If he finds any problem with this, I’ll take my work down, but until then, hey, free advertisement! Check out “Resident Evil EX: Zero” if you haven’t already; it’s a great piece of adult fiction for anyone who loves to mix horror and porn.
Now then, shall we?
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Resident Evil: A Dead Breed
Chapter 1 – First step into Hell
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“Spread out and search the area,” Wesker ordered over the sound of the helicopter blades slicing the air. Jill only actually heard bits and pieces over the machinery’s noise, but she knew orders. Before landing, they’d seen what looked like a downed helicopter in the woods, one that they could only assume had been Bravo Team’s. Wesker waved Barry his way, then directed her toward Chris. She locked eyes with Chris, and after an apprehensive look around at everyone else, followed him.
Jill had only been on a couple real-life missions so far, and each was a walk in the park compared to what her combat training had readied her for. When she decided to go into law enforcement, she’d wanted to really make a difference, to chase down gangs and save hostages, rather than sit by highways and flag down kids whose parents bought them too fast of cars. But this... she didn’t even know what this was. How were all those victims killed? Were they murdered? Was it human, or an animal? Where was Bravo Team?
While she seemed to fit the role of a nervous rookie perfectly, Chris seemed the exact opposite. The man had a steel will about him that kept Jill at least a little bit more composed. As the sound of the helicopter faded off into the distance of the thickening dark wood, that composure became more and more of a necessity.
“Hey, over here!” She heard Joseph call out from about fifty yards over. Chris looked back to Jill, nodding subtly in Joseph’s direction. The two moved in unison toward the sound, flashlights searching for a familiar sight in a sea of black. By the time they found the wreckage themselves, however, Joseph was already tripping over himself to get out.
“Joseph! What is it?” Chris barked, gun held high to shoot at anything chasing him. Jill followed suit.
Joseph was flushed, gasping for air as he got to them. “K-Kevin! He... They... He’s dead,” he sputtered between heavy breaths. Jill gasped; Chris’s brow narrowed.
“Are you sure? We could—”
“No,” he interjected, “I saw him. It’s just like all those other murders. H-He... was devoured. Shit, man, his fucking eye was torn out!”
“Oh my God...” Jill lowered her weapon as she tried to calm her imagination, looking to Chris for some sort of ease; he looked just as stunned.
“Alpha Team,” Wesker’s voice chimed in over the radio. “Report.”
Chris looked ominously at the downed chopper as he pulled his radio off of its holster, and called back. “We found Bravo Team’s ‘copter. Kevin Dooley is KIA. No other members found. Awaiting orders from here, over.” There was silence at the other end.
Jill’s mind was flooding itself with speculation, with fears. “Do you think...”
“Now’s not the time,” Chris interrupted her. He did so with good reason; now wasn’t the time to come up with theories or weep for the deceased. They could only assume that whatever had killed Kevin was still out here, and they had to stay on full alert.
Finally, Captain Wesker responded. “We’ve made visual contact with what appears to be a large mansion; think it’s Umbrella-owned. Brad should be able to pick us up there, and it’ll be safer than backtracking through the woods. Rendezvous due north of your location, over.”
“Roger.” Chris put his radio back in its place, then turned north. “Jill, take rear. Joseph, cover our right. Don’t shoot unless you’re sure you see something; we don’t want to give away our position before we catch up with the Captain. Clear?”
“Crystal,” Joseph replied.
Jill nodded. “Got it.”
“Alright. Move.”
But what would follow would haunt Jill’s memories for years to come.
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Wesker led the group as they made their way toward the mansion in the distance. The sky was dark and obscured by clouds; it looked as if a storm would be starting at a moment’s notice. Jill shivered with the chills of cold and fear crawling over her skin, but kept her composure as she took rear. Her comrades formed a circle of security as they slowly moved through the dense forest, unsure of what to expect.
“Joseph,” Wesker barked, “Stay on my four.”
“I think I saw something.”
“Stay on my four.”
Jill turned her head just enough to look over at Joseph, who’d strayed somewhat from the group, his flashlight fading into the distance as he surveyed what was before him. Something moved in the brush, causing him to violently jerk, nearly pulling the trigger of his shotgun out of fright alone. When there seemed to be nothing there, Jill turned to face Chris and Wesker, who’d already moved forward at least ten yards. She’d have to catch up; Joseph needed to listen more.
It wasn’t long after that, though, when they all heard a scream. A bloody murder scream, followed by the shot of a gun. They all turned to where Joseph had just been—Jill could see it all. Atop the flailing, crying man was a dog—a bloodied-up but muscular canine, its jaws clamping onto its victims throat as Joseph desperately tried to pry them off. More dogs came, ripping at his limbs, fighting over the meal like bickering children while Joseph screamed and screamed until his throat was pulled out by rows of teeth.
Jill fired. And fired again. And again. Her eyes the size of pool balls, she stared, unblinking, shooting her weapon in a lost state. She wasn’t there, she wasn’t aware. Her finger simply kept pulling again and again, despite her shots doing nothing. Her clip ran out, and soon the sounds of thunderous shots were replaced by the near-silent clicking of futility. Jill watched as her compatriot was ripped apart, gagging on his own blood as he tried to scream one last time. Her arms lowered, her knees nearly buckled; she was frozen in place. She wasn’t ready for this; she wasn’t ready for these... these things. Lost in disbelief, she only came back to reality when she realized one of the dogs had turned to face her.
Its jaws were drenched with fresh, vibrant red blood as it chomped on its meat. Its ribs were showing through a patch of rotten flesh, and its eyes, bleached a cloudy, dead white, caught Jill’s with an invisible grip that glued her to the spot. As the cerberus began to move, so did Jill, but in her fear, she found herself falling backward, suddenly unable to remember the simple mechanics of running. She wanted to cry out, to scream, to fight, to do something, but her body refused to budge. She braced herself for the worse, closing her eyes and shielding her face as the canine leapt for her...
A shot rang out, a pathetic yelp followed, and soon Jill felt a hand grabbing her arm and hoisting her up. “C’mon!” Chris pleaded, pulling her along. Jill’s instincts kicked back into gear as she ran, her boots feeling all too heavy as she couldn’t possibly run fast enough. She dare not look back; she had no idea what she was running toward, but she couldn’t go back. She had to run, to flee, to get out alive.
The sounds of other dogs panting and running and barking grew, and she knew they were now giving chase. Chris was just behind her, urging her to keep moving. Suddenly, though, the sounds of a chasing pack were drowned out by the blades of a helicopter, and the two watched as it flew over them, light bathing them of the dark for a few moments before quickly fading away beyond the overarching wood.
“Hey, Brad!” Chris called out, knowing full well there was no way he could hear him. But the pickup wasn’t in that direction; at least, Jill didn’t think it was in her current, frantic state of mind. “Where the hell’s he going?!”
Desperate, Chris threw himself into a stop, apparently figuring that they couldn’t possibly outrun these things. The cerberus were close, too close, and he wasn’t going to be tripped up from behind. Jill heard him slow down, and she turned as well, just in time to see another dog diving for her comrade. Chris winced, shouting in challenge as he grabbed for his knife, readied his blade and...
Pow! A shot rang from far off. Jill watched as the flying dog was blown away by the force of the shot, then she and Chris both looked toward their captain, gun aimed, shouting, “Chris, this way!”
They weren’t about to question what was “this way”. Hysterical, they trudged through the brush, making their way toward a gargantuan mansion in the distance. Wesker and Barry fired shots at the dogs, scaring them off best they could as the whole group ran toward the huge front doors of the mansion, desperate to simply stay alive.
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A/N: Again, just another intro chapter to set the mood; basically recounting that opening cutscene in the perspective of Jill, so that I can reference it later and not have to rely on readers’ memory alone. Hope you’re enjoying it so far, and to those of you who just want smut, don’t worry: next chapter.
And, not to campaign for reviews (I hate when the amount of reviews turn into a who-has-the-biggest-dick contest), but I do like to hear feedback and adjust my writing accordingly. Something you really like or really dislike? Tell me. It may just shape the rest of the story to your liking.
Now then, shall we?
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Resident Evil: A Dead Breed
Chapter 1 – First step into Hell
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“Spread out and search the area,” Wesker ordered over the sound of the helicopter blades slicing the air. Jill only actually heard bits and pieces over the machinery’s noise, but she knew orders. Before landing, they’d seen what looked like a downed helicopter in the woods, one that they could only assume had been Bravo Team’s. Wesker waved Barry his way, then directed her toward Chris. She locked eyes with Chris, and after an apprehensive look around at everyone else, followed him.
Jill had only been on a couple real-life missions so far, and each was a walk in the park compared to what her combat training had readied her for. When she decided to go into law enforcement, she’d wanted to really make a difference, to chase down gangs and save hostages, rather than sit by highways and flag down kids whose parents bought them too fast of cars. But this... she didn’t even know what this was. How were all those victims killed? Were they murdered? Was it human, or an animal? Where was Bravo Team?
While she seemed to fit the role of a nervous rookie perfectly, Chris seemed the exact opposite. The man had a steel will about him that kept Jill at least a little bit more composed. As the sound of the helicopter faded off into the distance of the thickening dark wood, that composure became more and more of a necessity.
“Hey, over here!” She heard Joseph call out from about fifty yards over. Chris looked back to Jill, nodding subtly in Joseph’s direction. The two moved in unison toward the sound, flashlights searching for a familiar sight in a sea of black. By the time they found the wreckage themselves, however, Joseph was already tripping over himself to get out.
“Joseph! What is it?” Chris barked, gun held high to shoot at anything chasing him. Jill followed suit.
Joseph was flushed, gasping for air as he got to them. “K-Kevin! He... They... He’s dead,” he sputtered between heavy breaths. Jill gasped; Chris’s brow narrowed.
“Are you sure? We could—”
“No,” he interjected, “I saw him. It’s just like all those other murders. H-He... was devoured. Shit, man, his fucking eye was torn out!”
“Oh my God...” Jill lowered her weapon as she tried to calm her imagination, looking to Chris for some sort of ease; he looked just as stunned.
“Alpha Team,” Wesker’s voice chimed in over the radio. “Report.”
Chris looked ominously at the downed chopper as he pulled his radio off of its holster, and called back. “We found Bravo Team’s ‘copter. Kevin Dooley is KIA. No other members found. Awaiting orders from here, over.” There was silence at the other end.
Jill’s mind was flooding itself with speculation, with fears. “Do you think...”
“Now’s not the time,” Chris interrupted her. He did so with good reason; now wasn’t the time to come up with theories or weep for the deceased. They could only assume that whatever had killed Kevin was still out here, and they had to stay on full alert.
Finally, Captain Wesker responded. “We’ve made visual contact with what appears to be a large mansion; think it’s Umbrella-owned. Brad should be able to pick us up there, and it’ll be safer than backtracking through the woods. Rendezvous due north of your location, over.”
“Roger.” Chris put his radio back in its place, then turned north. “Jill, take rear. Joseph, cover our right. Don’t shoot unless you’re sure you see something; we don’t want to give away our position before we catch up with the Captain. Clear?”
“Crystal,” Joseph replied.
Jill nodded. “Got it.”
“Alright. Move.”
But what would follow would haunt Jill’s memories for years to come.
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Wesker led the group as they made their way toward the mansion in the distance. The sky was dark and obscured by clouds; it looked as if a storm would be starting at a moment’s notice. Jill shivered with the chills of cold and fear crawling over her skin, but kept her composure as she took rear. Her comrades formed a circle of security as they slowly moved through the dense forest, unsure of what to expect.
“Joseph,” Wesker barked, “Stay on my four.”
“I think I saw something.”
“Stay on my four.”
Jill turned her head just enough to look over at Joseph, who’d strayed somewhat from the group, his flashlight fading into the distance as he surveyed what was before him. Something moved in the brush, causing him to violently jerk, nearly pulling the trigger of his shotgun out of fright alone. When there seemed to be nothing there, Jill turned to face Chris and Wesker, who’d already moved forward at least ten yards. She’d have to catch up; Joseph needed to listen more.
It wasn’t long after that, though, when they all heard a scream. A bloody murder scream, followed by the shot of a gun. They all turned to where Joseph had just been—Jill could see it all. Atop the flailing, crying man was a dog—a bloodied-up but muscular canine, its jaws clamping onto its victims throat as Joseph desperately tried to pry them off. More dogs came, ripping at his limbs, fighting over the meal like bickering children while Joseph screamed and screamed until his throat was pulled out by rows of teeth.
Jill fired. And fired again. And again. Her eyes the size of pool balls, she stared, unblinking, shooting her weapon in a lost state. She wasn’t there, she wasn’t aware. Her finger simply kept pulling again and again, despite her shots doing nothing. Her clip ran out, and soon the sounds of thunderous shots were replaced by the near-silent clicking of futility. Jill watched as her compatriot was ripped apart, gagging on his own blood as he tried to scream one last time. Her arms lowered, her knees nearly buckled; she was frozen in place. She wasn’t ready for this; she wasn’t ready for these... these things. Lost in disbelief, she only came back to reality when she realized one of the dogs had turned to face her.
Its jaws were drenched with fresh, vibrant red blood as it chomped on its meat. Its ribs were showing through a patch of rotten flesh, and its eyes, bleached a cloudy, dead white, caught Jill’s with an invisible grip that glued her to the spot. As the cerberus began to move, so did Jill, but in her fear, she found herself falling backward, suddenly unable to remember the simple mechanics of running. She wanted to cry out, to scream, to fight, to do something, but her body refused to budge. She braced herself for the worse, closing her eyes and shielding her face as the canine leapt for her...
A shot rang out, a pathetic yelp followed, and soon Jill felt a hand grabbing her arm and hoisting her up. “C’mon!” Chris pleaded, pulling her along. Jill’s instincts kicked back into gear as she ran, her boots feeling all too heavy as she couldn’t possibly run fast enough. She dare not look back; she had no idea what she was running toward, but she couldn’t go back. She had to run, to flee, to get out alive.
The sounds of other dogs panting and running and barking grew, and she knew they were now giving chase. Chris was just behind her, urging her to keep moving. Suddenly, though, the sounds of a chasing pack were drowned out by the blades of a helicopter, and the two watched as it flew over them, light bathing them of the dark for a few moments before quickly fading away beyond the overarching wood.
“Hey, Brad!” Chris called out, knowing full well there was no way he could hear him. But the pickup wasn’t in that direction; at least, Jill didn’t think it was in her current, frantic state of mind. “Where the hell’s he going?!”
Desperate, Chris threw himself into a stop, apparently figuring that they couldn’t possibly outrun these things. The cerberus were close, too close, and he wasn’t going to be tripped up from behind. Jill heard him slow down, and she turned as well, just in time to see another dog diving for her comrade. Chris winced, shouting in challenge as he grabbed for his knife, readied his blade and...
Pow! A shot rang from far off. Jill watched as the flying dog was blown away by the force of the shot, then she and Chris both looked toward their captain, gun aimed, shouting, “Chris, this way!”
They weren’t about to question what was “this way”. Hysterical, they trudged through the brush, making their way toward a gargantuan mansion in the distance. Wesker and Barry fired shots at the dogs, scaring them off best they could as the whole group ran toward the huge front doors of the mansion, desperate to simply stay alive.
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A/N: Again, just another intro chapter to set the mood; basically recounting that opening cutscene in the perspective of Jill, so that I can reference it later and not have to rely on readers’ memory alone. Hope you’re enjoying it so far, and to those of you who just want smut, don’t worry: next chapter.
And, not to campaign for reviews (I hate when the amount of reviews turn into a who-has-the-biggest-dick contest), but I do like to hear feedback and adjust my writing accordingly. Something you really like or really dislike? Tell me. It may just shape the rest of the story to your liking.