Biohazard 1.5

Raccoon city, 1998, night was approaching...

A lone couple were walking down the street, when a low, deathly moan was heard...

"What was that!?" gasped the female of the couple, looking to the alley where it was heard, hiding behind her boyfriend.

Out shuffled a bloodied man, lunging for the man, taking a bite, ripping off a chunk of flesh, spraying blood everywhere, much to the horror to the girl, who attempted to push them away, only to have her arm bitten, and a chunk ripped from that as well, both of the couple toppled over, to be devoured by this monster even more.

In hours, the whole of Raccoon city was full of these "Zombies", searching for people who they wanted as a meal, spreading mass panic, making people run for their lives, sending them mad with fear, unable to control the cars they thought would save them, crashing and causing fires to engulf streets, making escape that much harder for others.

Screams filled the streets, as innocent civillians were butched, ripped apart and eaten by these monsters, who had no consern about who and how they killed.

"Help!!! please! somebody...NO!!!! NO!!! NOOOOOOOOOO!" cried a defenceless women, as a Zombie began to eat at her neck, viciously robbing her of her life, while other people just ran by, concerned for themselves only.

The Raccoon police department was beggining to get overrun itself, three officers ran and took shelter in the lounge, those three were: Leon S. Kennedy and his partners Roy and Marvin.

"What the frigging hell are these things?!" shouted Leon, firing a wave of three bullets into a zombie, who suddenly smashed into the room, it refused to go down at all.

Marvin stood and shot it in the knee, forcing it down, lettin Roy move in and kick it in the face, forcing it back, its head stuck halfway through the doorway, giving Roy a nasty idea, quickly, he slammed the door on it, splatting it like a melon.

"Close the door!" Marvin said quickly, going to help his companion.

Leon looked on, loading a magazine into his gun, shocked at the carnage happening around him.

Marvin slumped against a wall next to Leon as Roy began to block off the door with random pieces of furniture, in attempt to halt the advance of the groaning things that were once their friends and coleagues, male and female, each had a blank and disturbing look on their face, but neither Marvin, Roy or Leon wanted to look anymore.

A click was heard and Marvin cursed to himself, he was out of ammo, he tossed the gun to his side and mumbled something quietly.

"What we need to do is get to the armoury!" Roy said, "That way we'd stand more of a chance!"

Marvin sighed, looking at the gun by his side, feeling a tap on his shoulder, seeing Leon holding a magazine, passing it to him, leaving each of the three with only one magazine each.

"This is beginning to look like the end!" Roy sighed, loading his final clip into the weapon he held tightly.

Leon stood and took charge...

"Ok guys! on three, open the door and run for the armoury!" he said, getting ready to run. "Roy...on three!, one...two...THREE!!!"

Roy pulled the door open and the three pegged it out the door, ramming the awaiting zombies out the way.

At that same time, Elza Walker ran into a gun shop in hope of safety, she'd only just arrived in town to find it infested with monstrous zombies, but as soon as she closed the door...

"You! who the hell are you? what you want?!" asked a big, strong looking man holding a shotgun pointed at her.

"Stop! I'm not one of them!!!" Elza gasped, waving her hands around in fear, clasping her eyes shut.

She heard the gun click, then footsteps, the guy walked over to her.

"Sorry about that, I'm all jittery thanks to those undead freaks out there, I think we should get out of here right now!" he sighed, handing her a gun, fully loaded with some ammo boxes too.

Elza was pretty freaked by her surrondings, she was nineteen, attending Raccoon college, and an expert bike rider.

"I'm John by the way, John Kendo, I'll look after you!" Smiled the guy, shaking Elza's hand, then loading a few shells into the remmington in his hands.

Suddenly, zombies started pounding on the window, smashing through, forcing John to grab Elza's hand and pull her away through the back door.

Once out, the police station was the most prominent thing the two could see, making it the most logical place to run, police stations were usually safe werent they?

How wrong they were...

To be continued...