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Resident Evil: Take Over- Fan Fiction Story CHPT 1

chrisheva

Chosen Keyblade Wielder
"I cant believe I missed it!" Tony yelled. The thought jumped out at him around 1:00 A.M. There was rumor of a deadly virus spreading around, and there was a national scare about everyone getting infected. Luckily, there were plenty of vaccinations to go around. Unfortunately, it was available for a couple days only. He missed them both.
Anthony Dallavalle(people often called him Tony) was one of those kids that never got sick. He wasn't actually worried about the virus, he was just thinking way to fast, before he remembered there was a very small chance of him getting infected.
He was 13, and stood at 5'4". He was slim, and fit with long, dark hair. He was born in America, and was planning on staying in America. He lived in a small town in Michigan called Delton. Anthony was also a huge fan of Capcom's "Resident Evil" games. When he was bored, he sometimes found himself acting as if there were zombies all around his house. He was also one of the smarter people that thought about the ideas behind that. One of those was the T-virus idea. He thought that maybe one day someone might get smart and try to recreate that virus, such as a terrorist group. That was one of the reasons he didn't like getting injections.
"Oh well, I'm probably not going to need it anyway. For all I know, this could of just been a scam for some extra money." Tony whispered to himself. Then, he just went back to the welcoming sleep he woke from.
* * *
3 Days Earlier:
"Are you sure this is going to work?"
"I am positive that it will. I have been working on it for 5 years. If it doesn't work, then all of the time, and money would of been for nothing."
"How are we going to pull this off exactly?"
"Damnit, I thought I already explained this to you! Its simple, we just support the idea that there is a deadly virus floating around America. Then, we provide all the hospital's with vaccines for the "virus". Then we sit back and watch the the show."
"Oh, ok sir. I was just wondering how it was going to work is all."
"Good. I expect you to make that call to the American government ASAP, alright?"
Before the other man could reply, the doctor walked out of the room. The last the man saw of him was the red and white umbrella on the doctors coat.
 

chrisheva

Chosen Keyblade Wielder
Resident Evil: Take Over- Fan Fiction Story CHPT 2

He knew something was wrong as soon as he woke up. Normally, he would hear the sound of his alarm going off at seven.
It was 7:30.
If that wasn't weird enough, he always heard the sound of his sister watching t.v before they went to school.
Tony didn't hear a sound. He could of heard a pin drop on a carpeted floor.
He sat up, and slowly stood up, stretching all along the way. He took a shower, and slipped some Jeans on, and a black t-shirt. Tony made sure he had everything he needed, but then on his way to the stairs to go upstairs, he stopped suddenly. He had a strong urge to bring something with him. A knife, one of his b.b guns, or even a pillow!
He normally listened to his senses when he didn't feel right about something, but this time, he forgot about it, and continued up the stairs.
When Tony opened the door, he immediately was hit with the strong smell of puke, and...what was it? He had no idea what it was. He was starting to feel pretty bad about the situation. The worst of it was that he heard a low moan coming from the living room.
"Rachel?"Tony asked, in a shaky voice. The only reply he got, was a slow pivot, and shuffling feet.
Her shuffling feet.
He was frozen in fear, and when he looked at her closely, he realized what the other stench was.
Rotting Flesh.
Tony finally came back to reality, and started backing up. He immediately realized that that was a mistake.
He wasn't able to see anything behind him.
He heard growling, and another pair of shuffling feet. If that wasn't bad enough, there was the sound of to growling dogs.
Tony immediately dove to the left, where there wasn't a wall blocking him, and was glad he did. Once he dove, both dogs pounced.
They completely missed.
Instead of hitting him, they hit his "sister", and they all tumbled away. That left him about 3 seconds to get past his dad before the others got back up. He jumped up on the table, and ran across it to the kitchen. He leaped off the end of the table, and heard the growling of the dogs.
Quickly, he ripped open the drawer with all the utensils. Forks, spoons, knives.
Butcher knives.
Tony quickly grabbed all the sharp objects, and chucked them at his former family. Forks, and knives flew. A particularly sharp knife flew at one of the dogs, and luckily stuck in its brain.
It dropped to the floor, dead.
His dad ended up with forks in his leg, and knives in his cheeks. The others were luckier.
Tony Wasn't.
He saved the best for last, and snatched the butcher's knife out of the drawer, and readied himself.
Almost instantly, his dog jumped out at him. Tony Swiped out at the last second, and felt contact. His dog was unlucky, and had its head taken off by the sharp blade.
"Now I know why I couldn't play with these."
He felt brave, and charged his dad. He tripped himself, so he slid underneath his dad, and slashed at one of the legs. Of course he probably couldn't pull this off again, because this was pure adrenaline that was making him move like this.
His dad's leg was half amputated, but it was enough to make him collapse. He rolled up, and thrust the knife at his sister, and it sunk through her stomach. That wasn't a good thing to happen, because now he had nothing to use.
Tony ran over to his "dad" and smashed its head in. He then ran back over to the kitchen, and went to a cabinet. There, he found frying pans, and plates. He grabbed a frying pan and 3 plates.
Tony got his sister in his sights, aimed, and launched a plate at her head. Nothing happened. He tried again, but at her knee. She stopped for a second, then kept on moving, and then he smashed the third plate over head.
She kept moving. He quickly snatched the frying pan into his hands, and swung with all his might at her leg.
She collapsed.
Tony took the advantage, and smashed her head in. The threat was eliminated.
He had to wait for the adrenaline to leave him before he realized what he just did. He killed off 3/4 of his immediate family. He let the emotions of having to exterminate his family sink in, and sat down, defeated.
He might of just sat there for a few minutes, or hours, time didn't matter to him right now, because he just wanted to think about his life. How everything seemed to get better, and better. Everything was going great for him. Then, this happened.
Tony thought about how he had to kill his family off or he would of died himself. He thought of if he didn't try to do anything, then they would of just ate him.
Then he remembered. His mom wasn't here, so there was a slight hope that she was still alive, and safe at the hospital! He stood up, and let the emotions slip from him. If his mom was still alive, then he might have some connection to his life.
Then he remembered his friends. He wanted to know if they were alright, or didn't get that weird vaccination. Tony realized that maybe the cause of this incident might of been that "emergency vaccination". Then he realized one more thing. Tony thought that he may be right about one thing for sure.
Umbrella was real.
 

chrisheva

Chosen Keyblade Wielder
Resident Evil: Take Over- Fan Fiction Story CHPT 3

He ran down the stairs so fast, he almost tumbled and cracked his skull.
Tony turned around the corner, and rushed into his room. His house didn't have any guns, but the closest thing he had right now, were B.B guns. He reached under his pillow and found his pistol B.B. He felt safer knowing he had something to use in case of an "emergency". He checked the clip, and found the clip fully loaded. He figured the plastic bullets wouldn't do a whole lot of good, so he went to a near by drawer. Inside were some papers from school, a pen, and a bottle. That bottle contained 1000 copper B.B's.
He quickly got rid of the plastic B.B's, and switched them with the copper ones. He opened another drawer and was relieved to find his other clip. He loaded that one with the copper B.B's as well. He went over to a corner in the room, and took his Red Ryder rifle, and loaded it with the B.B's. He didn't know how many it could hold, so he just put 10 in. He grabbed his back pack, and threw the B.B's in. He figured he wasn't coming back, so he threw a sweatshirt in the bag in case it got cold. Tony slung the rifle on his back, and stuck the pistol in the side of his jeans.
He made sure he didn't forget to put the extra clip, and tucked it in his pocket.
He took one last look at his room, then took off up the stairs. Tony went into the bathroom and took one of his "used to be sister's" bobby pin's. He snapped it in half, and took the longer part of it. He walked into his parents room, and walked over to his dads closet. Tony opened the closet, and found what he was looking for, a safe. His dad used to put whatever he felt should stay locked up in here.
He went to work. He immediately started to pick the lock. It took a few minutes, but eventually, the safe opened. Tony pulled it all the way open, and was happy to find a Bowie Knife. He quickly strapped the knife to his pants, and walked back out. Tony walked out of the room, and thought he would try the phone. Maybe he could contact his friends and see if any of them were alive.
He snatched the phone up, and dialed.
There was no dial tone.
"Damn," Tony cursed to himself. If he wanted to check on them, he'd have to do it the hard way.
He'd have to go to them.
* * *

James ran down the corridor. He needed to get out of the facility. The timer was ticking down, and he only had one more clip left.
"Two minutes until self destruct," a female voice threatened coolly over the P.A.
James turned a corridor, and saw three more white coated zombies waiting for him. He shot each one in the head, and continued on.He opened a door, and saw the exit.
Unfortunately, it was two floor's below him.
James immediately sprinted to the right, and was rewarded by a staircase going down.
"One minute until self destruct," the voice continued to threaten him.
He vaulted over a crippled zombie, who reached up to grab him, but missed. There were 2 more zombies ahead of him, and he killed them both. He continued to sprint forward, and saw the next staircase. James jumped down half the staircase, and nearly lost his balance.
The door was in view.
"Thirty seconds until self destruct".
There were 10 zombies down on the ground floor. James ignored them completely, and focused on the exit. One of the zombies reached for him, and ripped off the Umbrella logo on his coat. James didn't even feel it.
"Fifteen seconds until self destruct".
He ran out the door.
"10...," James kept sprinting forward. "4...3...2...1..."
The world around James lit up. He heard explosions, and felt himself being thrown forward. He felt the temperature rise up 30 degrees. There was rubble flying all around him, crashing down on the ground near him, and everywhere else. James felt something slam into his head, and he blacked out.
 
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