Resident Evil: Genisis

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The premise of this story is a parallel concept as to what may have happened if the events of the Resident Evil series had taken turns for the worst. Although the movie has its own rendition of a cataclysmic apocalypse, this story is conveyed with the thought of the overall spread of the various virus' after Resident Evil 6.

If things happen in Resident Evil 6 (as I will most definitely be playing) that could alter the story, I will either amend the story and/or add to it to allow it to flow parallel to what is going on in the actual Resident Evil universe.

Some expectations, should people like the story so far, I'll add in subtle references such as Mason's (Main Character) relation to some characters in the series. Such as him serving in the Air Force (Such as Barry and Chris did).

The news articles are somewhat of a rendition of what is seen in games or some novels.

Enjoy!

December 3rd, Monday

The discovery of a family in a Northwest Houston home proved to be a disheartening and disturbing sight. Police officials for the County stated that ‘…the remains had been mutilated and that, possibly prior to their deaths, the family had been brutally beaten to death by some unknown source. Officials plead with the community to come forward with any information that will result in the prosecution of those responsible for this heinous crime.

December 4th, Tuesday

Following the grim discovery of a Northwest Houston family, a nearby neighbor had reported that, in the middle of the night, someone had tried to gain access to their home from the front door. When they approached the door, the attacker tried to force their way in. The suspect has not yet been identified and may be related to the murder of the Northwest Houston family. The neighbor shot and killed the suspect. The suspect was hit in the head and died instantly on scene.

December 7th, Friday

An unknown flu-like epidemic has begun to sweep across the city. Schools have been cancelled until further notice. Anyone who has begun showing symptoms of severe headaches and abnormal fevers are urged to seek medical attention. In other news, the neighbor who shot and killed the murder suspect of the Northwest Family died suddenly as a result of a car accident. The man, John Robertson, had been on his way to the doctors’ office to seek results of the test he submitted after the unidentified suspect bit him as he tried to break into his house. Police urged Robertson to check due to diseases such as AIDS or Hepatitis.

December 17th, Monday

What has been recorded in the past ten days of an apparent terrible string of deaths possibly the result of a devastating flu that rocked the city a week and a half ago has claimed the lives of around three-thousand people. The Greater Houston Area has been quarantined from all outside travel. Anyone who lives within the Downtown area or within the center of the city has been ordered to stay within the confines of their homes until a resolution to the epidemic rises.

December 20th, Friday

A military cordon of the Southeast region of Texas has gone into effect due to the flu-like virus that has struck the gulf coast area. Everyone within the major city limits has exhibited near psychotic dementia and has become incredibly hostile. The virus has been determined to be synthetic, or man-made, and has ripped across the region with vicious results. Many people afflicted with the virus have been put down and incinerated to contain the virus and reduce potential further outbreak.

December 21st, Saturday

This printing is the last vestige of civilization as far as I am aware of. I have only made enough to leave among the areas I pass as I bid my desperate exodus from this infernal city. Many of the people who lived here began to resort to cannibalism and mutilating anyone who wasn’t within their group. Communications around the nation, if not the world, have ceased. I fear I am the only human alive within the entirety of this city…I can hear those ‘things’ scurry about on the lower floors, trying to make their way up to me….

ONE

Mason hadn’t managed to get much rest as of late. He seemed to stir each night more than usual. Things had relatively calmed since the aftermath of the near annihilation of the human race. But that wasn’t what had been affecting his slumber. He was ok with a lot less morons in the world. He didn’t necessarily think every person who died, or died-ish, was a waste of space, but the world seriously needed a cleaner slate. He wasn’t a religious person. The fire and brimstone and baptism of water had been done. ‘Suppose god doesn’t do repeat acts.’ He thought as he checked over his equipment. It seemed to be deaths, or rather un-deaths, turn to rid the world of its veritable decay.

He couldn’t help but to think of the guy in that Matrix movie. He defined humanity as a virus that was destroying the world. How ironic that their depiction of who they were turned out to be the very cause of their plight. Some sort of super-constructed-man-made virus had obliterated nearly all of the world’s populace. There were only pockets of civilization left among vast terrain of waste, destruction, and utter death. Some people, such as Mason, had found work doing mercenary jobs or the sort to make ends meet.

The whipping blades of the helicopters rotors whirled over-heard reminding him that he was on a mission, snapping him out of his thoughts. Mason had come across a remnant organization called ‘Umbrella’ whose sole purpose was the re-establishment of their various headquarters around the world. He took the job because, well, what else was there to do? Go work at some 7/11 or kiss people’s asses at a mundane nine to five a few days out of the week. He remembered what the old life was like. Trivial, boring…another reason he didn’t care that he was doing the dirty work of those who seemed to be responsible in the first place.

He was a loner by nature. To be quite honest, if something else had presented itself he would probably axe the team he traveled with on missions and call it a day. But for now, this would have to do. The status of the world had changed drastically. Huge and powerful nations such as China and America were reduced to cinders, nearly its entire populations wiped out. He read some documentation in some of the facilities they cleansed that some recordings of various run of the mill average Joes had managed to overcome their plight and stabilize small sectors of the world. By Umbrella’s analysis, maybe some couple million of people is still alive.

The group he was with was full of some real characters. Judging by some of their tattoos, at least two of the five man squad were some seriously dangerous criminals in their former lives…in some ways they still are. One of them was named Sampson. His tall, seven foot muscular frame barely fit in the helicopter. He had to lurch forward a bit to make room for his head. He spoke with a bit of an accent, maybe Jamaican or somewhere from Louisiana…his dreads certainly related to his lingo. Next to him was a polar opposite. As far as looks goes anyways.

 

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Twitch is what they called him. No arguments as to why. He looked like he suffered a brain spasm or two during the hell on earth onslaught. His small, five foot nothing white boy from somewhere out of racism-ville didn’t give much to his threatening appearance. But he was about as dangerous as Sampson. He fancied blades…small ones that he carried in various pouches he wore up and down his chest and legs. He kept his head shaved. Mason could make out to what looked to be some sort of militant tattoo on the side of his head. Looked to be something to the extent of a white supremacy thing…ironic he has to sit next to Sampson to make adequate room.

Then there was the two who seemed a bit more on the sophisticated side. Millia had to be some sort of Swedish model knock-off. Her looks drew a lot of attention from the dredge in small towns they frequented to rest or re-supply. Her slender frame and pallid skin and short blonde hair certainly drew his attention from time to time. But she was pretty vicious herself. She was about as tall as Twitch and enjoyed using more incapacitating methods to achieve her goals. She was rather smart also; smart in the neighborhood of crazy and genius. She was also the team’s medic.

Finally there was the team leader. He really didn’t fit into the equation as far as he was concerned. Danny used to be a former Marine and, as far as Mason was concerned, a wannabe Captain America prior to the outbreak. He wasn’t one to be trifled with though. He remembered when he put Sampson in his place when the big guy tried raping some young woman while they were holding out in some remote town while they weathered through a storm. Sampson still has a hard time looking him in the eyes. Not that what he was ashamed or anything like that. More like the manner of which Danny whooped his ass was damn near embarrassing and he didn’t have the balls to exchange eye contact.

The pilot was no one in particular. He was just some old fart that happened to work for Umbrella as well. He chartered them to and from places from time to time. Mason just referred to him as Sparky. No reason in particular. He motioned to the team that their destination was close; three fingers, three minutes. They were being flown to some remote location, as most of the facilities were, on the outskirts of a city in Texas by the name of Houston. ‘Only two things come out of there…’ he thought to himself. Somewhat of a self amused chuckle to his own joke.

Danny looked over and gestured to get ready. Mason was the ‘heavy’ of the group. He was of average height and weight; average by his standards at least. At five foot seven inches and weighing around two-twenty, Mason was equipped to handle the more ‘sinister’ adversaries they came across. He carried some specialized equipment and weapons that helped level the playing field, but mostly he kept in prime shape and sparred with Danny often. In addition to his rigorous physical training, Mason kept up with the arts. Not particularly the kind of arts that used pens or sculpting either. His favored and secretive techniques derived from a compilation of martial arts, including Hakkyoku-ken; a style that is known to excel extremely well in close quarters combat.

Mason brushed his jet black hair back with his hands and tied his plain white bandana over his head. Clutched in his left hand was a shield of a particular unusual sort. By his own design, and the help of those cookie Umbrella scientists, it was compact and had a function that allowed the mechanical functions within to expand the shield quickly and fluently. It was useful for handling anything from the typical dead-head to the more ferocious mutations that ran amuck in the more deeply viral saturated sectors they had to traverse.

He made one final adjustment to his armor and checked that his weapon of choice, a Japanese war club called a Tetsubo, was fastened firmly to his hip. He had two and both were of similar design. Their traditional construct of red oak wood adorned with metallic rivets were substituted with titanium steel for the trunk of the clubs and matching rivets that lined up and down the thicker form of the weapon; it somewhat resembled that of a glorified baseball bat, but it certainly did the job.

 

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They were hovering over top of a rusted cylindrical building that was set up in the middle of a remote wooded area. It kind of looked like one of the structures you’d see at a power plant or an oil facility. The remote nature was common for Umbrellas secretive operations. A tap on the shoulder indicated he was set to rappel down, quickly doing so as to make way for the next to descend. He removed his harness and pulled the only projectile weapon he had from his leg holster; a .357 Magnum Revolver. He only used it for combating other humans; the hostile kind that is anyways.

The rest of the team had rappelled down behind him and, before moving on, made a quick assessment of the area. The facility they were at was located on the Southeast side of Houston, just south of a town called Pasadena. Mason took in the surrounding layout of the land for a moment. What looked to be a region that harbored trees and what appeared to be a few city parks was now desolate and gray. About a hundred yards from the structure they were on was a local highway that was lined with broken down vehicles. It hadn’t been too long since Z-Day, but the cars were finally starting to rust and gather thick grime of dirt from being unwashed.

Holstering his revolver, Mason switched to his primary weapon and moved to the front of the team taking point. They began their descent down the spiral staircase that wrapped around the building. “I’m getting readings of movement and steady increase on viral activity.” Millia said, analyzing one of her flashy doodads. Her devices were a bit more complicated than his club, although it harbored a few additions than meets the eye. The team was scanning the area looking for the potential origination of the readout. Danny had spotted it first; a licker. Mason reached behind his neck and pulled a series of interlocking plates forward over his head, a form of helmet that was built into his armor. It covered the vital portions of his neck and head, leaving his eyes and nose exposed.

They kept their position for a moment to see what it would do. Some of the older creatures had a varied degree of intelligence and weren't reckless enough to attack as most of them did just after the initial outbreak. It tapped gingerly along the wall towards them. Its mutated limbs allowed for the long razor sharp talons it had on all fours to easily go where it pleased. It knew they were there, although it was somewhat deceptive as it had no eyes. They seemed to had scarred over or in more of the newer ones cases had simply just grown that way. The front lobe of its exposed brain drooped over where the eye sockets should be on some of them. The skinless, muscle exposed beast seemed tempted, but not stupid.

Danny gestured to hold, his high powered customized carbine trained on the target. “No sense in wasting ammo if it’s not going to bother us.” He said. The licker cocked its head to the side as if he was pondering its next action. And then they realized why. Another sound stirred behind them, one much heavier and thicker in its steps unlike that of a licker.

Mason moved to adjust. He knew the sound all to well. Standing at the rear of their line was a Hunter. Thankfully it wasn’t the kind that was capable of camouflaging. The large seven foot or so reptilian skinned beast hunched forward, its long arms nearly allowing its clawed hands to drag down the steps. Its golden hollow eyes studied its foe for a moment, Mason doing so in return.

Something was odd about what was going on save the fact they’re dealing with things that should exist in the darkest recess of someone’s minds or bad dreams. To Mason, it seemed that they were working together. Something the creatures of different types never did. Nonetheless, it was go time. The Hunter started its dash toward them, Mason raising and expanding his shield with his tetsubo clutched firmly in hand. The team stood back to back, three on the licker, two on the hunter. Twitch had moved next to Mason and flung a blade expertly at the Hunters left eye. It found its mark in a gush of greenish blood spatter that gushed out on impact. It was enough to make it stumble, giving Mason an opening.

His tetsubo cracked loudly upon the top of the monsters skull; the impact resembling that of crushing an apple with a mallet. Although it had thick skin to ward from lesser forms of damage, not many things could stand to severe blunt force trauma. The socket with the missing eye spurted more internal matter out upon impact. The creature fell limp and stumbled over the railing toward the concrete ground below. A crunching collusion of flesh and cement added insult to injury as the creature spasm on the ground.
The others had finished their task as swiftly. The licker was sprawled, headless to boot, on the stairs slumped against the rusty metal wall. A well placed shotgun round from Sampson finished the carbines job. “Hughs, Twitch, lets move.” Danny ordered. The team began the rest of its descent down the stairs. Millia kept checking the scanner, noting every few moments that there were still hostiles in their general vicinity. What ones that could be seen had flocked toward the dead or dying Hunter. Another Hunter and a couple of dead-heads had begun feasting; one zombie suffering the agitated wrath of the Hunter as it lobbed its head off. Crows had flocked to the dead licker. Mason felt a little unnerved by their choice in meal. Aside from the zombies…the others seemed to resemble higher forms of intellect than past experiences or documentation suggested.

It wasn’t something to dwell on for the time being. They had to secure the compound which meant bringing the defense systems back up. Each facility had its own self-sustaining energy source such as solar energy. Once they started the sweeping protocols on the defense system, it would handle the cleanup of the entire facility. “Where’s the target location on this location Dan?” Mason said. “It should be on the South end of the complex, not too far from where we are now. Let’s get to it.” Danny replied. Sampson and Twitch hung back a bit to watch the rear while Mason took point again as they began their trek into another infested facility.