Trailer Park Boys In Resident Evil By JediClutz
Chapter 12
Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil, Trailer Park Boys, or any of its characters.
About forty minutes have passed since the destruction of Umbrella's emergency train and the true death of the G-type creature that had brutally slain many survivors of the Raccoon City outbreak. Leon and Claire lead the exhausted group through the concrete tunnel. The rough gravel grinds under every step. Ricky continues to limp behind, but the sharp pain seems to gradually lessen in his leg as time went on. They walk around a long curve until, finally, they discover a bright light at the end of the tunnel.
"God, I hope that's the end right there," Bubbles said to himself. The survivors begin to increase their pace as they moved closer towards the promising light. Then Leon, Claire, and Sherry break into a sprint, leaving the others behind.
"Hey, what the fuck?" said Ricky, who was in no shape to run at any pace. The three runners emerge from the tunnel's mouth out of a large steep hill. They bring themselves to a resting halt and gaze around their surroundings. The gloomy night sky had changed to a bright and cheerful morning. Vast fields of shining green grass and old haystacks stretched across the landscape. A straight highway formed a border in the flat fields. Claire smiled as she breathed in a gust of fresh, soothing air.
"Ah, it's finally over," sighed Claire. She looks over at Sherry, who was standing next to her. "Sherry, you look terrible."
"Yeah but I'm as bad as you, Claire," she joked. The two laugh while Leon stares out to the sky.
"I hope you made it out alive, Ada," he spoke to himself. "I hope you're enjoying the same kind of scenery as we are right now." As they celebrated their freedom from the zombie nightmare, the other survivors step out of the tunnel and into the countryside.
"I thought I'd never see another day like this again," Bubbles said with a smile.
"Jesus, I think that's the highway we took when we first arrived in that death trap," Julian pointed out to the highway.
"Hey Ricky, are you going to be fine with that leg?" asked Claire.
"Yeah, sure," he replied. "This isn't the first time I've been shot so I'm used to it?"
"It's a lovely view, isn't it Ricky?" commented Sherry.
"I know, it's nice," agreed Ricky, searching through his pockets. He turns up with nothing except his lighter. "Fuck, I need a smoke." Leon walks a few steps closer to the highway, drawn to the sound of an approaching motor vehicle. The noise becomes louder and he looks over to his right to see a small, white car heading towards his direction. The slightly-rusted vehicle begins to slow down before moving off the road and into the field.
"Who the hell are these guys?" wondered Leon after spotting two unfamiliar faces behind the windshield. The white car stops nearby him. Julian rushes over when he recognizes the two young adults getting out.
"Cory? Trevor?" Julian called out.
"Who are they?" Claire asked Ricky.
"Cory and Trevor. Our two fuck-ups," he replied rudely. While Julian engaged in a conversation with his two lackeys, Ricky and the rest of the group follow him to the gathering by the car.
"You boys should not have ran away from us back at that diner," said Julian with a stern voice. "You could've been fucking killed."
"Sorry, Julian," apologized Cory. "We were just trying to get away from Lahey. The crazy asshole had a gun."
"Man, I'm glad to see you guys are still in one piece," interrupted Ricky. He quickly turns to Trevor and starts snapping his fingers. "Smokes, Trevor! Let's go!"
"I don't have anymore, Ricky. I'm out," said Trevor.
"Fuck! I wish you two fucking dumbasses died back there!" responded Ricky with a furious temper.
"Ricky, shut up!" shouted Julian. Ricky stares angrily at Cory and Trevor and flips them both the middle finger. "Did you guys manage to stop by our van and gather any dope?"
"No, man," replied Cory. "We didn't even think of doing that."
"You know that's a shitload of money down the drain," sighed Julian.
"Well, we did find some kind of herb in a garden and we tried smoking it," said Trevor.
"Yeah, it was really good," added Cory. "I think it cured me from whatever disease that zombie put into me."
"We were gonna take some with us, but some really freaky monster fucking chased us," continued Trevor.
"Yeah, it was just trucking after us," said Cory. "It's a good thing I hotwired that car."
"Yeah, a really good thing," said Trevor. Cory's eyes wandered amongst the group until they were fixed on Claire's chest.
"Cory, did you see any survivors on your way out of the city?" asked Leon. There was no answer as Cory continued to stare at Claire. "Cory!" The young man shakes and blinks his eyes after being startled by the cop.
"What? Oh, no I didn't see anyone else," replied Cory.
"Wait a minute," a recent memory snapped into Trevor's brain. "I think someone was following us."
"Oh yeah, a blue car which seemed oddly familiar," Cory remembered.
"It looked just like..." Before Trevor could finish his sentence, everyone turns to see another car approaching them. It was the blue car which Cory and Trevor were trying to describe. It swerves left to right down the road before diving into the field and smashing through a haystack.
"Look boys. It's Captain Arsehole himself," said Bubbles, recognizing Lahey's face behind the steering wheel.
"Aww fuck," cursed Ricky.
"Oh no, not this guy again," said Claire after remembering Lahey's incursion back in the police station. The survivors immediately step back as the small vehicle slows down and collides into the white car's rear left side. Randy rushes over to the blue car.
"Mr. Lahey?" he said as he opened the driver's door, revealing a drunken Lahey. "Mr. Lahey, are you okay?"
"Ohh...Hello, Randy," slurred Lahey. He staggers out of the car with a bottle of whiskey in one hand, but Randy catches him.
"Aww Mr. Lahey, you've been drinking and driving," said Randy with a look of disappointment.
"Oh no, I'm fine," replied Lahey. "I only had just a little...bit." He notices the rest of the group staring at him. "Well, well, well. It looks like the little shitratlings decided to roost in their nest of shit."
"Fuck off, Lahey!" retorted Ricky.
"Ahh... It's nice to see you too, Ricky," ranted Lahey. "I'd thought the RPD already locked your ass up with your two other accomplices. Well, it looks like the S.T.A.R.S. team just can't get enough of you. Have they done anything yet, like throw you boys into a big shitfire?"
"Don't listen to him, Sherry," Ricky whispered to the little girl. "His mind's all screwed up."
"I can see that," she replied.
"No, wait a minute," Lahey continued. "Maybe they made you all stand out in a heavy shitrain until you were all covered in shit. Anyway, all I wanna say is that you losers can't outsmart Officer Jim Lahey. My footprint will always be on your guilty little asses."
"Lahey, shut the fuck up!" shouted the rest of the gathering after being fed up with Lahey's drunken talk of nonsense.
The End.
Finally, my first complete fanfic. Well, I hope you've enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.