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Resident Evil Zero:
-The Arklay Mansion Incident-

Prologue
…The year is 1998….
…Outside in the surrounding forest of a heavily populated city, known as Raccoon City, there was an incident…
…For over several weeks in the late fall there had been reports of grizzly murders and rapes of Raccoon’s citizen hikers…
…Most of these incidents were considered a series of wild animal attacks as some outlining suburban neighborhoods reported seeing wild, deranged animals wandering about in an unusual way, as if they were sick and diseased…
…They were investigated by the police of this city to search the outline residential for any clues to these bizarre sightings…
…Though unfortunately…they turned up short.

…It is now October 21, 1998…
…Those sightings and reporting seemed to die down over the last few weeks so they were regarded as natural causes and nothing more…
…Unfortunately this did not go away without a last assault …

Chapter I:
-Everything gone awry-

The black darkness of Raccoon’s Arklay Forest was without doubt created by a sinister mind. The way the clouds looked from out his chopper’s view port looked like this place was something out of a horror story he had once read when he was a child. He was anxious and slightly terrified of his first mission out in the field. He was new to this; he was a new recruit to Raccoon City’s S.T.A.R.S. team. He had a right to be slightly afraid of his first mission in the field. He was only 19. Leon had graduated at the top of his class and breezed through college with ease because of his gifted intelligence to learn quickly. He was recruited by S.T.A.R.S. when he applied to be in the marines last summer after he graduated from Arkland University. The team noticed his potential and skill with the military field and recruited him before the Marine Recruiter in Raccoon City could persuade him to enlist in their service; he declined the Recruiter and joined S.T.A.R.S… Either way he sat there, anxious, watching the endless trees swish past below him and his team members as they had sped through the small mountain ranges to their LZ. To recap what he was doing here he wrote down his mission parameters on a clipboard that rested on his lap; which read in bold print:

Date: 10.25.1998
File: Arklay_45
Mission: #19845
Location: Arklay Mountains, south of Raccoon City.
Briefing:
Listen up Alpha Team; we have a situation on our hands. I know all of you were informed of the separate incidents that occurred in the Arklay Mountains. Now it has gotten out of hand for the police to handle so this is our game. Two hours ago, S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team made an emergency landing in the forest before the summit of Arklay. They landed because of severe engine failure. There is no contact from where they landed so we must assume their communications is down. Regardless, we know they’re alive down there and our job is to find them all and to bring them home. You will all be going in hot so watch yourselves out there; the immediate area is dangerous. Good luck Alpha.

--That was all that’s legible now on the dirty, used clipboard. The clipboard rattled against the vibrations of their chopper, it shook slightly hard on top of his black-camouflaged combat suit. Their chopper was fast and durable but this night wasn’t as suitable as he thought it would be; it was much too rough. The chopper swayed and shook as it hit several air pockets in its path. He grabbed hold of the handrail above his head to the left and gripped it tightly with his black combat gloves. To him, he referred to have at least one thing guarding every piece of him. That was why he decided to outfit himself in his black-camouflage and wear matching gloves, boots, and black-metallic combat glasses. They were used specifically for Snipers in S.T.A.R.S. sniping regiment. They were finest marksmen in the world. Their aim was flawless.
BOOM!!!
There was a sudden vicious jolt that ruptured through the chopper’s body as what sounded like something exploded. The chopper plummeted instantly. He gave a shout and grabbed onto the handrail with both gloves and watched out the view port as they plummeted below with the trees rushing up at them. His commander shouted at the pilot and he could only make out the words “we’re going down…and we’re hit” when suddenly there was cracking sound from outside the chopper’s hold. Every thing else went dark after that as a loose piece of debris snapped loose from its hold and knocked him in the head, unconscious.

Leon woke up. His ears rang painfully as he tried to move his body. He opened his eyes and looked around; he did not move his body. As he looked, his view was darker than normal. He switched on his visor’s night vision and peered around. He couldn’t believe what he saw before him…
Lying before him about five to seven feet away was the chopper, broken and scattered in ruins. The hold of the chopper was torn in two, its black metal hall severed under extreme pressure. Electricity sparked small flashes from their torn cables that ran along the inside of the metal hull. From where he lay against a tree he could see several bodies in the hold as well as outside, around the chopper.
With a painful exhale from his mouth he drew himself from the wet, saggy grassy ground and stumbled towards the chopper, his head still ringing from the painful pulse that rang in his ears. His black combat boots made a squishing sound as he staggered toward the chopper. He ducked down, avoiding the sparking cables and knelt inside the hold. He looked around and saw several bodies hanging from their safety harnesses while the rest were lying, strewn all over the place…in a hold of death.

He checked all of his teammates and hoped to find their hearts still active…but none were moving.

He exhaled in grievance and looked at all of his comrades in sadness…they were all married men and were such fine experts in their fields. Now, they were all victims of such a tragedy…

He knew he could do no more help now, anyone would have known that. He scavenged around, relieving his comrades of their spare ammo, a field kit with medical supplies, and last, an M-4 Combat outfitted edition. He bid his last farewell after he appropriately corrected each fallen comrade from their seat by lying them face right next to their seat, then, he exited the hold and sealed it shut with a blow torch that he found outside the hull of the chopper, and making sure no creature or thing could disturb their well-respected graves. He breathed in slowly, looking around the wreckage at the surrounding forest line that was somewhere in Raccoon City’s forest. Just north of him, he was sure, laid his destination and safety now…

He thought to himself, “Where is the other team? Bravo. Had they crash-landed around here? I seriously hope so…” The wind that blew down from the mountains was bitterly cold; it sent chills down Leon’s spine despite of his thermal vest he wore underneath his BDU’s. The sky above turned completely black, covered by groups of dark ominous-looking clouds that seemed to gather as they would do in horror movies. Although the moon was not covered by the clouds, the rays of light didn’t penetrate nor affect the darkness around it. It only lit up a fraction of the sky and the ground beneath it. This would only slow him down, that and the fact that he had no idea where he was as of now. As if by bad luck, the ominous clouds above him started to downpour; rain fell heavily and easily soaked his clothing. His dark brown hair was soaking wet and water dripped on his forehead allover. He breathed slowly, looking around for opening the tree line; he found none. Hoping he chose the right way, he went north, cutting his way through the tree line and disappearing into the menace-looking forest in search of Bravo Team and his way out.

Chapter II:
…The MP transport….and Bravo Team…

The forest was silent. To Leon there seemed to be an unusual amount of darkness and evilness emitting from this vast forest area. As he ventured on north he could not hear any sounds or traces of wildlife…not even a cricket. He went on through the dark forest with nothing but a mere small flashlight that was crafted to his rifle’s body from underneath the barrel of the gun. This provided minimal sight and light to show him the way without hitting trees or falling into gopher holes. Though throughout his path so far he did notice something strange as he passed through…
As he passed through he noticed several odd tracks of feet; both human and creature. But that was not what caught his eye…they were covered and tainted in blood. The crimson blood stained the leaves of bushes around them but as he looked closer he noticed something odd and disturbing about these samples. There were very small drops of black liquid in each strand of blood stain. It looked altered...not nature based...almost as if it was man-made.
Suddenly, a low sluggish moan rose from the woods. It sounded close...and it sounded...inhuman....