Survivors of Raccoon City

Author's disclaimer:
I do not own Raccoon City, S.T.A.R.S., Umbrella Inc, Any of the characters or monsters, or anything else Resident Evil. All that stuff is property of Capcom.
I also don't own a PS3, Nintendo Wii, or X-Box 360 yet, and that just sucks.
I've never written a fanfiction before, this is my first time so please be gentle.
Also, no sex for the first 2 or 3 chapters. Sorry to those of you looking for a quick fix, but I just want to warm up first.
Now a little barrier thingie to separate the disclaimer from the story then we can get around to what we're all here for in the first place.

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The soldier waited for another target to walk into his sights. He joined the military so he could fight. It's where the strong belonged, where he belonged. But it wasn't enough. Mostly he just sat around waiting for orders, what a waste of his talent. Then the stranger called. Someone was needed to go into a battlefield on a recovery mission. It didn't involve his government or anything else, so it was probably illegal, but that didn't matter. Sure the money was good, but more importantly, he would finally get a chance to use his skills. It was his calling, his destiny. Of course, he wasn't expecting to be dropped into a city full of the living dead. All the others from the team had already either fled in panic, or perished. But he and his mysterious, cold, inhuman employer still remained. A scream caught his attention, followed by two gunshots. Bringing his sniper rifle around he sought the source of the sound. There, in the street, a young blond woman in a red and white leather suit was kneeling between two very dead zombies. A man dressed in black was walking toward her, a handgun in each hand. One of these guns was pointed at a third zombie, still moving slowly toward them, but the shot fired wasn't his. As the zombie's head exploded, the woman screamed again and covered her head. The man just calmly holstered his guns and raised a hand to the radio headset that he wore. "I take it that was your handiwork, Krauser?" Krauser grinned as he responded to his new employer, "That's right, Wesker, sorry to cut in on your action like that." Wesker helped the woman to her feet and they exchanged a few words, then she started walking toward the building Krauser was on. "Miss Elza Walker here was in a bit of a fix, so I decided to help her out. She is most grateful." Krauser frowned. "Sir, should we send her to the chopper with Rodriguez? going out of our way to save civilians isn't what we're here for." "Krauser, doing a good deed once in a while is no big deal. In fact, we may even be rewarded." From the way Wesker glanced at Elza as he spoke, Krauser suspected what kind of reward he had in mind. OK, so he wasn't completely inhuman after all.

A gun store should have plenty of weapons and ammunition, shouldn't it? But as Claire searched the empty shelves all she found was this ever increasing feeling of despair. Everything had already been taken by the desperate citizens of the city. Feeling the shop owners eyes on her back wasn't helping. She was about to tell him to keep his perverted fantasies to himself, when she heard a sudden crash. Turning around she saw a dozen or more zombies falling in through the shattered window, right on top of the shopkeeper who only had enough time to fire off a single blast from his shotgun before falling under the onslaught. Claire didn't hesitate, she ran right to the back door, slamming it open, and escaping into the back alley, the man's dying screams following her. When she heard rumors of some kind of trouble in Raccoon City all she could think about was finding her brother. Now she wasn't even sure if she would survive the day. That tanker explosion had separated her from that cop, the only ally she had in this town, so she was all alone, with only a handgun, a single clip of bullets, and a survival knife. The odds were not good. As she rand around a corner she stopped in her tracks, almost falling on her face in doing so. More zombies ahead. She couldn't go back. With trembling hands she raised her gun. Would she ever see her brother again? Will he ever know what happened to her? Is this really the end? Just as finger tightened on the trigger something fell into the crowd of undead. The walking corpses took no notice but Claire recognized the object. She quickly turned around and threw herself to the ground covering her head. The explosion behind her seemed to shake the world. Following that she heard another familiar sound. Automatic weapons? Here? Looking up and back, she saw the last few zombies fall as two men in combat uniforms with assault rifles arrived. "Hey, you all right miss?" one of them shouted. Raising her hand, Claire nodded an affirmative. Standing up, she brushed the dirt off her outfit as the soldiers approached. "Thanks for the help. I'm trying to get to the police station. My brother's there, and my friend said he'd meet us." The one who called to her earlier smiled and held out his hand. "Hey no problem. It's on our way anyway. I'm Murphy and this is Tyrell. We're with the Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Strikeforce."

"This sucks!" Leon thought he was headed straight for the station, but found out he'd gone the wrong way. And now he'd just killed a fellow officer. Granted the guy wasn't an officer anymore, or even human, but it still felt bad. As Leon glanced around trying to get his bearings, he heard a sound behind him. Turning around he drew his weapon, only to find somebody over the body of the recently dead zombie cop. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" But the stranger didn't even bother turning around when he answered "Surviving." Finally the man stood up, holding the pistol he'd taken from the body. "This'll do, and it's not like he needs it anymore." Leon was disgusted, but the guy did have a point. Besides, with more zombies lurking around, staying in one place might not be a good idea. "Fine, now how about we get out of the street?" Leon and the stranger ran to a nearby store, possibly a boutique of some kind and peered in the window but nothing moved or seemed out of place. Together they went inside, Leon to the right and the other man to the left. The shop seemed to be completely empty. "Looks like the coast is clear for now." Leon breathed a sigh of relief. "You seem to know how to use that. You a cop?" The other man just chuckled. "Nah, Marines, discharged." Discharged? Leon was curious, but this wasn't the time to ask about it. "Hold on, we may not be alone here after all." Their attention was drawn to a corner of the store where a female figure had just emerged from the shadows. She obviously wasn't a zombie, but her eyes regarded the two men with suspicion. "Who are you, a police officer? I don't recognize you." Leon was a bit miffed at this woman. "Yeah, I'm a cop. Officer Kennedy to you, miss." The woman raised an eyebrow at his statement. "Leon S. Kennedy? The rookie from Detroit? You weren't supposed to transfer here for another three days. I'm sure I haven't lost track of time that badly." Leon twitched a bit at that. How did she know that? "I heard there was some trouble so I decided to report in early." He glanced over at the former Marine, noticing he was looking out the window. But from the way his head tiled, he was obviously paying attention to the exchange going on behind his back. Leon turned his attention back to this mysterious woman. "Guess I should've brought a bigger gun. You on the force here or something?" "Something like that." She replied. "Jill Valentine, S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team." Jill turned her gaze toward the other man. "And what about you? One of my teammates once mentioned meeting a Marine in the Arkley Mountains several weeks ago." The ex-Marine visibly tensed at that comment. "Oh? And what did she say about that guy?" For a moment, there was silence, Leon wasn't sure how to handle this situation, then Jill smiled. "She said he could be trusted. That's good enough for me." She moved to another window, peering out into the street. The man's next comment could barely be heard. "Next time you see your friend, tell her she's a poor judge of character." Leon really wasn't sure about these two, but still, a member of S.T.A.R.S. and a Marine were good allies to have. He just hoped the rest of the local police force were holding out.

"We won't hold out long like this." Marvin's statement was short and to the point. Rita, standing next to him, and the three officers on the other side of the desk, were the only known survivors out of all those who had stayed in the R.P.D. And out of all the police out on the streets, Kevin was the only one to have returned, along with two civilians, Dr. Hamilton and that college student, Yoko. Supposedly Chief Irons was somewhere in the building, but no one had heard from him for several hours. And the last time Marvin had seen him, the chief had been in a daze, muttering something to himself. Best to just forget about him. The last remaining person in the R.P.D. lobby was huddled in a corner by herself. Mayor Warren's daughter was, quite simply, an emotional wreck. Not that Marvin could blame her after all she'd been though. Her own father leaving town at the first sign of trouble, abandoning his entire family, certainly wasn't the least of her problems. "What we need to focus on now is escape. Rita, keep trying to make contact with someone outside. Kevin, take your friends, and try to find an escape route. The rest of you secure the perimeter. We're all going to get out of here, I swear."

"We need to get out of here!" Alyssa rubbed her temples again. Her companion had been saying the same thing over and over and it was really starting to piss her off. How the hell had she gotten trapped in this god damned hotel with this moron? Not for the first time, she just wished Jim would slither back to whatever subway he crawled out of. Unfortunately, there was a fire behind one of the doors to this room, and the other was locked from the other side. "I thought I told you to shut the fuck up." But as much as she grumbled her annoying companion continued to pace and fret. Suddenly she bolted to her feet. "Quiet! I hear something!" Though Jim was still antsy, he managed to hold still enough to listen. The rattling noise was coming from the safe door. Just then the door flew open and a man jumped into the room with a pistol. Alyssa and Jim both ducked to the floor before the intruder could shoot either of the, but the man lowered his gun without firing a shot. "Oh hey, what are you two doing here? This place isn't very safe." Alyssa just looked at this strange newcomer. "We're here because that door was locked dumbass! And the other way is blocked by a big damn fire!" The man frowned and stared at the other door. "Damn, I hoped this was a way out. Guess I have to backtrack. Zombies and monsters that way, but if we stay here we'll be burnt to a crisp. No thanks." Jim quickly fell in behind this guy and the two started out into the main hallway. "Thanks bro! You saved my bacon man!" Alyssa followed as well, but kept her distance. The guy may have a gun, but something about him didn't exactly strike her as competent. "So, just who are you anyway?" The man in the lead stopped and turned to face her. "Huh? I didn't tell you? Oh, sorry. I'm Brad Vickers, with the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team."

Death never dies, but somehow he still ends up in Hell. Nicholi chuckled a bit at his small private joke, but the masked man in the containment suit next to him didn't even seem to notice. Of course, Hunk never really cared much about anything outside of his mission. Which may be why he was mostly ignoring the woman in the chair before them. The two Umbrella soldiers had met up entirely by accident, but soon after found this Asian woman snooping around. All that she would tell them was that she was looking for her boyfriend, John, who was supposedly employed by the company. Something about her story triggered a red flag in the back of Nocholi's mind. John? Why did that name seem so familiar? He glanced at the ceiling. What was she hiding? And more importantly, how would he lose the masked freak standing behind him? He had no doubt that if Hunk learned of his other orders, he would not hesitate to kill Nicholi quickly. Yes, this was a rather tricky situation.

David sat at the table as he took another drink of water. He was rather glad he'd managed to escape from the bar, but that relief was short lived. Somehow, during that battle in the street, he'd been separated from most of the other survivors. Fortunately the two he managed to stick with were fairly useful. Mark, the security guard looked to be out of shape, but he could swing a club or other makeshift weapon with deadly results. And that waitress girl, Cindy, was not only easy on the eyes, but seemed to know a bit of emergency first aid as well as being a good cook. After taking refuge in this restaurant, she'd managed to whip up a quick energy meal while they all tried to rest up and recover. One downside was that she was way too perky. "OK, boys, are we all rested up? Ready to get a move on? Sitting around here won't accomplish anything you know." Mark the guard looked over at her with a sour expression. "And just where are we supposed to go? Every way out of here is blocked." Cindy just smiled as she held up a shiny key. "I found this back there in the kitchen. It's the key to the zoo's back gate! We can get out through there!" David just snorted as he took another drink. Mark was ticked though. "We're in the middle of a nightmare and you want to go to the flippin ZOO!?" Cindy jumped back obviously surprised by the outburst. "Um, actually, I was thinking of trying to reach the trolley on the other side..." David slammed his glass down on the table, loud enough to get everybody's attention. "The lady's got a good idea. I say we go for it." Cindy smiled thankful for the support, but Mark just grumbled. He seemed to be embarrassed.

Tommy Neilson waited nervously. As a director for Umbrella his place was in a boardroom, not a war zone. But someone had to oversee this operation personally, and he was the only one available. Or rather, he was the only one who didn't manage to hide in time. He looked up from his papers as Arnold returned, dragging a squirming woman by the arm. "Ah, Mrs. Birkin, I presume?" The woman didn't even bother to respond, simply glaring at the executive hatefully. "Now now, Annette. This is no time for rebellious behavior. Do try to calm down." Annette stiffened at the sound of the voice. Even before the other man stepped into view she knew who it was. "Sergei Vladamir." Sergei smiled as he approached her. "It is so nice to be remembered. But we do not have time for pleasantries. We need to find a certain prototype. One that your husband had some small involvement with." Annette was even more nervous now. "Nyx? Why? It's too unstable to be of any use." Sergei simply shrugged. "The directors think some profit can still be made from it. And besides that, certain other parties are also looking for it. You had best cooperate and help us find it before they do." "Why would I do such a thing for you? The bastards who tried to kill my husband and destroy his work!?" Sergei was completely unfazed, having expected this kind of response. "Because if you do, I shall provide safe passage out of the city for both you, and your daughter."

Next chapter: The rest of the cast!