Date: Sat, 28 Jan 2006 12:44:52 -0800 (PST)
From: bob bob <re_crimson@yahoo.com>
Subject: Resident Evil: Crimson part 1

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Note: The following story is set in the Resident Evil
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Resident Evil: Crimson
One
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Mark sat in the back of the van, next to a little girl
he has never seen before. She looked to be at the age
of 10, but he wasn't sure. In the seat in front of him
sat a woman. She had blond hair, which stopped at her
shoulders, blue eyes, and a serious face. Mark tried
to remember her name when everyone introduced them
selves. Alice. That was it. Sitting next to her was a
man in uniform. He seemed to work for the Raccoon City
Police Department (R.P.D), telling by his badge. Mark
had only caught snippets of their small conversation
as they rode to god knows where.

"What about Umbrella, where have they run to now?"

"I don't know Alice, but Jill said some stuff about
contacts"

He ignored their conversation and looked back at the
man sitting next to Alice. He looked to be in his
twenties, like Alice, he supposed. His accent and
tanned skin probably suggested him being Italian, but
Mark didn't care. He liked his goatee though. Lol. In
front of Alice and the guy (Carlos was his name I
think) were two teenage boys, probably around my age.
Mark didn't know their names as only Alice, Carlos,
Angie (the little girl) and Jill had introduced
themselves. He would see to them later. And lastly
there was Jill, who was driving the van on the empty
highway. She too was in her twenties. She said that
she worked for the S.T.A.R.S (Special Tactics and
Rescue Squad). She too had the same length hair as
Alice, except black. Mark sighed. He had asked himself
countless times if he should have gone with these
people, but it was the only choice.

How did he get here?

Two days after the outbreak of undead in Raccoon City,
Mark had been kicked out of his own home. He couldn't
believe it. He should have known that his father was a
fucking homophobic. It was his 16th birthday. After
three years of planning, it was to be that day in
which he would come out of the closet. Obviously,
things didn't go as well as he had expected it to be.
And worst of all, mom just stood there crying while
dad verbally assaulted him. He still couldn't believe
it. And then when things couldn't get any worse, he
kicked him out of the house. Physically (yea ouch, I
got a cut on my face). He couldn't believe how stupid
they have been. I mean, like, there were freakin'
zombies and riots all over the city, and they kicked
me out? Fuck them. Mark decided that he would never
forgive them.

He had walked to his best friends house to find nobody
there. Instead of going back, he packed some food in a
backpack he found in the house and decided to leave
the neighborhood. Luckily, the outbreak was still in
the centre of town, so he was kind of safe. He took a
bike he found on the streets and fled the city in
tears. He stayed at a motel for a week not far from
the city. That's when something happened. It seemed
that someone had dropped a fucking bomb on the city,
killing everything in sight, including his family. The
news said that there was a `nuclear meltdown in one of
the city's reactors'. He didn't cry that night. He
didn't know what to feel. Regret? Joy? Anger?
Resentment? Everything just stopped in his head that
night. He had sat on the bed for 2 hours doing nothing
but staring at the floor.

Mark decided that he would find a police station in a
nearby town. He grabbed his bike and rode in the dark.
He remembered the eerie woods that surrounded the
little road he was on. The distant cries of some
unknown animal haunted the forests as he rode on. It
was cold and wet, and Mark didn't have a jacket. It
was then when something popped out of the darkness in
front of him and made him loose his balance. He fell
and scraped his knee. Looking back, he saw the person
to blame. But as the person, around 12 meters back,
turned around, Mark knew what he was into. Undead. The
thing swayed as it slowly made its way for Mark, its
low groans piercing the night air. As the thing got
closer, the stench of death and decay washed over
Mark. He was paralyzed; he didn't know what to do. He
remembered a week ago on the news about these things;
`decapitate their heads, and they will go down.' But
Mark didn't have anything with him; he just sat there
as the grotesque figure made its way over to him. It
was then when he heard a car coming up the road. It
was a van. From then on, things went too fast. A lady
stepped out of the car and shot the zombie in the
head, while a guy dragged my backpack and me into the
van.

That was exactly 56 minutes ago. Mark drifted out of
his thoughts as the van slowed down. He looked out the
window to see a closed supermarket and gas station.
Jill was the first to speak.

"Come on, we gotta get some stuff if we wanna go on"

"I guess, I bet some of you kids are starving eh?"
came Carlos with a cheeky smile. No one replied. Alice
eyed the supermarket carefully before giving out
orders.

"Angie, you come with me. Carlos take the two front
guys, Jill take the new one."

"Gotcha" said Jill as she opened her door and stepped
out of the van.

Alice opened the side door and everyone go out. I was
the last to get out. I looked at the group we were in
and noticed that the two boys and I were standing side
by side. Carlos was tying his shoelaces. But my
thoughts were interrupted as I felt something grab my
hand from nowhere.

"Come on, lets go fella. And don't try anything
stupid, your better of with us then with no one, got
that?" Jill's tone was serious

"Um, yeah" I didn't know what else to say.

She dragged me to the door and let go of my hand. Mark
looked back to see the others grabbing stuff from the
van. I looked back to see Jill fumbling with the lock.
Apparently, she was lock picking. It didn't take long
as I expected it to be. In fact, it only took two
seconds. My eyebrows arched as the lock fell to the
floor and Jill opened the double doors.

"Amazing huh? (chuckle) maybe I'll teach you one day
kiddo"

She smiled at me stepped into the building. One thing
Mark didn't notice before was that she had a gun on
her, but that would make sense as she worked for the
S.T.A.R.S. It was all pitch black, and suddenly my
stomach looped into a knot at the thought of zombies
lurking around.

"Help me find the lights kiddo"

I looked back to the door and found the switches next
to them. The lights flickered on as I pulled the
switches, revealing the store. It was bigger then what
Mark thought. The aisles stretched for about 20 meters
each.

"Good work"

"Thanks"

"Okay's. Hmmm. Grab one of those baskets and get as
much food as possible, grab two baskets if you have
to. I'll be by the ammunition counter on the far right
side. The others will be in shortly, got that?"

"Yeah, but, do you think^Å there are^Å any.. like you
know.. around here?"

Jill knew what I was talking about. She looked at me
before grabbing a switchblade out of her belt.

"It's not much, but then again, it's not nothing. If
you find something like a bat or whatever, use that,
but until then, here"

She handed me over the blade and got lost within the
aisles to find the ammunition counter. Mark sighed and
placed the blade in his pockets. He grabbed two orange
baskets and made his way to the left, to the very last
aisle. He decided that he would work from left to
right. His shoes clanked on the tile floors as he
arrived at the last aisle. It turned out to be the
drinks. Thinking wisely, he went past the soft drinks
and found bottles of water. The lights were flickering
above him, and Mark had a sense of foreboding. He
filled up one basket full of water bottles, and
decided to use the other basket for food. I heaved the
basket up and went over to the next aisle, Medicines.
He found a huge med kit on the shelve and took it.

Mark went silent as he heard something back in the
drinks aisle. The lights above him started to flicker,
and the sense of dread returned within him. He didn't
know for how long he had held his breath. With the
suspense killing him, he placed the med kit on the
floor and grabbed out the switch blade. He left the
shopping as he slowly made his way to the drinks
aisle, blade in air. He reached the end of the
Medicine aisle. Mark swallowed and took in a deep
breath before turning the corner. No one was there.
Feeling a huge sense of relief, Mark turned around.
But his eyes opened in horror as he bumped into a
figure. The lights went out, and everything was pitch
black. Mark could hear Jill telling someone that they
used the wrong switch. But his thoughts were all
frozen as he backed away from whatever he bumped into.
His mouth remained hanging in shock as he bumped into
a fridge. That's when he heard the thing come his way.

"Shit!"

He slammed his hands onto his mouth in disbelief, as
he knew that he gave a dead give away of where he was.
But before anything happened, the lights flickered
back on, revealing the thing. One of the boys.

"It was you!"

Mark still didn't reply, his heart was a thumping
train without emergency brakes. He removed his hands
from his mouth and forced a reply.

"Y-yeah"

"(chuckle) Thank god, I thought I bumped into a
zombie. Oh im sorry, I hope I didn't scare you"

"Uhh, nah, I-it-its fine" I forced a weak smile. He
seemed to know that I was growing uncomfortable, so he
shot back a comment.

"Oh right, im Russel" he said as he extended his right
arm. I moved forward and took it.

"Mark"

"Nice to meet you. And yeah, the other dude is CJ."
Again, I forced a weak smile. Russel was an attractive
fellow, probably the hottest person I've ever
seen!!!!! (Now don't get too carried away there Mark
=) He had wonderful green eyes, short sandy hair, and
a small goatee beneath his lower lip. He must have
noticed me staring as he started shifting. I snapped
out of my trance and looked at his face. He was
smiling at me. Oh god I swear I was about to melt.

"Something wrong Mark?"

Again, I snapped out of it. "Oh no, nothing,
everything's good"

"Super, so what is your task?"

"Oh I have to gather food and stuff (Oh god he's
cute!)"

"Yeah me too, where's your stuff?"

"Next aisle"

"Well, would you mind if I joined you?"

"Oh, erm, not at all, uh yeah, feel free" God, I was
about to faint of embarrassment.

"Okies, I'll grab a basket and I'll meet you in your
aisle"

"Gotcha."

He gave me one last smile and left to the front door
to grab a basket.
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