Resident Evil: Unloved [ENG]

Chapter 3

The police car didn't turn to go right into Ennerdale Street, Raccoon City's highway you could take to go to the RPD station, but headed across Fox Street, moving beyond the blocks Vince used to live in.
Said bar was in the street with the same name, Jack's Street, by then half-closed because of recent works on a new flat complex.
With the neverending rain noise outside and the flashing lights coming from one of the livelier places to spend your evening in, Liz stopped the car a couple feet further from their destination:
an old-fashioned diner and bar with a long stained window on the side and an entrance door to the left.
From outside, one could already hear lively voices from the bar patrons getting wasted with drinks and idle chatter.
The two of them opened the door:
There sure were more people than expected who, hearing the door opening, briefly faced them out of curiosity...
Then went back to their own business.
A young girl in her early twenties approached them, a tray in her hand:
Sweet face, blond hair tied into a ponytail, blue vest with a bowtie and a dark skirt.
"Welcome!" she said with the warmest of smiles.
"Hi, Cindy." Vince greeted with half a smile; "Is there room for an extra two?"
The blonde girl took a while to recognize him...
Then she greeted him cheerfully.
"Hi, Vince! Sure! There's a table by that bunch of kids, if you want! Otherwise, you'll have to wait some more minutes!"
"That place's good too, thanks a lot..." Liz politely replied, showing a warm smile to the waitress.
"Come in, then!"
The waitress was about to take the mechanic's hand, just to remember she was still on her clock, which required her to act professionally, especially since she was catching attention from someone who stared young Archer with a mean look, as to say: "What, are you coming onto MY Cindy?!"
The two of them didn't notice, since the waitress, Cindy Lennox, was quite loved and contended by a good chunk of the bar's male patrons (Not to mention a likely reason why they had so many customers).
Once they sat to the table, Vince thanked Cindy for being so nice and she smiled back at him.
"Once you made up your mind, just holler! I'll come as soon as I can!"
"Thanks, Cindy. You're an angel..." Vince replied, putting himself in a more comfortable, cross-legged position.
Once Cindy walked away from Vince to resume her service, patrons resumed their drinking, TV-watching or chattering activities.
"Such tension..." the mechanic mumbled, keeping an eye on things around him:
The bar was a simple, pretty wide square room, with a counter in the middle for bar service and a kitchen for hot meals.
On one side, separated by a pillar, there were the two restrooms and a door to the upper floor, reserved to the staff.
Tables and big wooden jugs were placed by the outer glass window, where groups of friends were chatting about nonsense.
The bartender, a short, dark-haired young man in his late twenties named Will was serving drinks to a man who was leaning on the central counter with his arm:
Unkept dark brown hair, blue eyes and a stub.
He was wearing a dark blue police uniform, similar to the one Liz was wearing, with boots and tactical gloves.
"There... see that funny guy over there, Vince? That's Kevin Ryman. I come here with him sometimes." Liz remarked with a chuckle as she read the menu.
"Him?" Vince asked, his finger pointed at said policeman, who was drinking his alcohol heartily.
"Yep, him! Don't worry, He's a good coworker!" she replied.
"Yo Cindy! Can you come here for a sec?"
Said cop, Kevin, lifted his hand to call Cindy, a silly smile across his face.
The blonde waitress came to him and he asked what he wanted with her usual politeness.
"Would you smile at me?" The RPD officer jockey, his chin resting on a hand.
"Oh you!" she cried as she chuckled cheerfully.
"Are you two done cooing? You're so annoying!" a blonde woman with a stylish red outfit mumbled behind them as she fixed her makeup with a pocket mirror.
She was sitting by the window, and a laptop was resting on her round table.
Judging by her clothes, she looked like some sort of horror movie-ish nosy reporter.
"Well, we didn't want to break your concentration!" the cop replied cheerfully, trying not to offend the woman in any way.
"You'd better not. I'm sure you have time to mess around, but *I* have a very important piece to check!" The red-dressed woman brazenly replied.
"Yeesh, isn't she sour..." the man in uniform grumbled before drinking the glass in a gulp.
Liz then explained Vince that finding such peculiar patrons at that time of the day wasn't a strange occurrence, and she pretty much met them all during her outings.
"For instance... that stylish woman over there is a reporter... Alyssa Ashcroft, from Raccoon Press. Believe me, just having a hair out of place on her head is enough to make her go berserk... she's obsessed by her looks."
"Well duh..." Vince grumbled...
Then he noticed a noisy bunch of high schoolers who kept laughing and drinking as if there was no tomorrow.
He seemed to notice how the only girl in the bunch, a blond-haired slim girl wearing glasses and a Raccoon High School uniform, wasn't the only one not to join the little party, and preferred sitting on a stool by the counter.
"Hey, Meg! You sure you don't want something to drink? C'mon, if you're broke, it's on me!" One of the kids called her, a guy who looked like your stereotypical jock, down to his favorite team's T-shirt:
The Raccoon Sharks local rugby team.
The girl shook her head.
"No, Tyler... I don't feel like drinking." She replied, a hand through her head as she then fixed her glasses.
"C'mon, don't be like that..." Tyler joyfully answered, a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, bro, forget her!" another kid beckoned, a slim guy with a bald head and a lot of piercings; "You know how she is, a complete weirdo! A goody-two-shoes nerd!"
She didn't answer the unpleasant remark, and kept being farther from the rest.


"I hope she's here by her own will..." Elizabeth remarked as she noticed the scene.
"Don't think so... look at her." Vince answered; "She's still wearing a school uniform... didn't she go home yet? Didn't their parents give the kids a curfew?"
"They did! After the latest events surrounding those people who turned out dead in the Arklay mountains woods, we're holding harsher controls... that's why I'm keeping an eye on her.
I'm still on duty until tomorrow morning." O'Connell quietly replied, and then called Cindy to order.
At the same time, a special news broadcast started on the TV on one of the bar's upper corners.
The newscaster, a man with short, well kept brown hair and a red smoking, called the general attention upon himself:


"We're interrupting the broadcast due to bring you news of an outstanding riot which allegedly exploded a few minutes ago during the match between the Raccoon Sharks, our home team, and the Ord Count Thunders.
Allegedly, the match was interrupted because of one of the supporters causing a huge riot.
The number of casualty is still unclear, but many police cars are stationed in front of the stadium to quell the riot even now."


The kid named Tyler, just like other peers of his, started heckling the TV because of that predicament.
"I'm sure those assholes who cheer for the Thunders are behind this! They start crying bloody murder whenever their precious team starts losing! Lame!" The jock annoyingly spat and then dropped on the chair.
"Bah, this was enough to make the whole night go to shit." The guy with all those piercings added.
"You can say that again, Dick." Tyler mumbled; "I swear, this is all so ludicrous! I need some pick-me-up."
"Screw this!" The pincushion, Dick, cried...
Then turned around looking for Cindy:
"Yo, blondie! Give us four big beers!"
"Uh, I'm taking an order right now. I'm coming right up!" the waitress answered as she jogged down what Vince and Liz asked.
"Aw, the biker guy can wait! And we're paying more anyway, so hurry up, you freaking airhead!" The shout came from a third kid, who was bulkier and with quite an unkempt stub.
Meg covered her eyes, embarrassed, and pretended she didn't know them.
As he heard the word biker, Vince slowly turned towards him, a weird grin on his face.
"You little...!"
"Hey! Let's all calm down!" Liz cried as she tried to bring order back.
Even the landlord, Jack, as he heard that commotion, was ready to take out his trustworthy gun from the holster to stop whatever fight was about to explode.
The man, a chubby middle-aged man with brown hair, was standing behind the counter and looked at them sternly, one hand on his gun holster...
Until he noticed Kevin lifting a hand to tell him not to do what he was thinking.
After that, with his usual shit-eating grin, he walked to the table Liz and Vince were sitting at.
"Easy, easy, everyone. Wouldn't want to break that cutie pie Cindy's heart, would you? She's the one who's gonna clean up the mess later, that would be pretty immature from you."
"Shit, just what we needed, the copsters!" Tyler grumbled under his teeth...
Then gestured the rest of the bunch it was about time to go.
"You're free to stay! But let's avoid any pointless argument which could lead to scuffles and unpleasant consequences!" Liz remarked, her voice filled with authority.
"Besides, you're messing with my work here..." The blonde woman in red, Alyssa, annoyingly added, Alyssa.
"Alright... ladies first!" Dick cried sarcastically.
"Insulting an officer on her clock... marked." Liz remarked with the same sarcasm.
That's when the girl by the counter, Meg, got off her stool and walked away from there, towards the restroom.
That scene seemed to have her quite annoyed.
"Oooh, c'mon, Meg! We were messing around! Come back here!" Tyler called as he ran after her.
The other three friends sneered and Dick made a whip smacking noise with his mouth as to say his friend was submissive with his girlfriend.
Cindy took a slight sigh of relief...
Then turned to face Liz again.
"Don't worry, officer! We have fresh milk! It's a weird demand... but we can oblige you... and a double cheeseburger!"
"So much for dieting." Vince remarked...
Then he noticed how Kevin sat at their own table, next to Liz.
"So, officer O'Connell... got yourself a partner?" he sarcastically asked.
"Hi, Kev... let's say I'm doing a final favor before he's locked in a jail, since he behaved." She replied with a smile.
"Jail, you say? "
The policeman inched closer to the mechanic and carefully studied him.
"Say, you wouldn't happen to be the guy who made that mess in the Fox Street garage, would you? "
"It was a matter of pride, OK?" Vince answered back; "What else did you expert? Fucking Willis?"
"No way! I thought it was someone more on the sturdy side!" Kevin uttered with a smile, trying to lighten up the mood.
"I ain't touching you because I don't want any more trouble today." The mechanic puffed.
"By the way... you're supposed to be on duty! What are you doing here?" Liz asked her coworker, her eyes piercing at him.
"Meh, being locked witnessing a sausage fest in the station as it rains outside was depressing the shit out of me! It's disheartening!
So I got out with the excuse of 'patrolling'!" He replied, pleased by how smart he was in that instance.
"Well I'm going straight to the station once I'm done with dinner." Vince mumbled; "Go ahead and judge how lucky we both are."
The joke caused the three of them to laugh...
Until a shrieking from Cindy, followed by the noise of glass shattering, turned their attention somewhere else:
The waitress was standing by the counter, looking at the floor with a hand on her mouth.
"Yo, Cindy. You alright?" her coworker and friend, Will, asked from behind the counter.
She slowly nodded, still half-shaken.
"A rat... there's a rat in the bar."
"Gross! When did you last clean this hole?" Alyssa quietly complained.
Kevin got the chance by the horns and walked to the waitress.
"Have you seen where it went?"
Cindy pointed to the right.
"Toward the restrooms... oh my, it was huge!"
"Boss. Maybe we should call pest control, tomorrow." Will suggested to the manager.
Dick had a big gulp of beer and sneered.
"And here comes Megan crying and running outta the restroom in three, two, one...!"
A shriek came from the women's room and soon after, the door open widely.
Meg rushed outside, her back leaning on the pillar dividing the restrooms from the rest of the bar.
Her eyes were widened in terror and two huge tears were rolling down her face.
Noticing it, Tyler stopped laughing and went to comfort her, unlike his other two friends who kept laughing at the girl and her reaction.
"Yo, Meg! It's OK! It's just a rat!" Tyler quietly reassured her.
"Hah! That gets the cake!" Dick yelled as he leaned on his friend, a fat-bellied teenager...
Suddenly, the bar door slowly opened.
A man in his forties with long, dirty dark hair, so unkempt they covered his eyes and a horrible-looking beard.
He slowly shuffled inside, as if he were drunk, and didn't even bothered to close the door, which slammed on the closest wall, despite the rain noise was strong enough to cover its sound.
The man wore a dirty racket and ragged jeans, his eyes fixed on the floor.
As the new customer got closer to the tables, the guy named Dick smelled something so bad it was unbearable, similar to moldy, rotten meat.
"PEW! What gutter did you jump out from?! Take a fucking shower, will you?!" the boy cockingly cried.
Although the insult came right next to him, the man didn't even notice, and kept taking heavy, coarse breaths.
"Who's that guy...?" Vince asked disdainfully, his head hinting at the newcomer.
"Hey! You there! Learn how to close the door!" The owner, Jack, yelled as he pounded his fist o the counter.
Elizabeth, noticing the situation, stood up to walk to the strange man.
Her coworker, Kevin Ryman, prevented her from getting closer with a hand, noticing how that shady guy who just barged in didn't even bother to reply.
Will approached him himself as Dick's bunch walked to him, the young pincushion seeming especially annoyed by that man.
"Hey, geezer! Did you hear me? You're polluting the joint with your stench!"
After that, without further ado, he pushed him by the shoulder.
Once he did, the newcomer roared the way a sick beast does, showing Dick a face who was hardly human at all:
His wrinkled face as blue as death, his eyes rolled back in his skull, his teeth all rotten.
"Oh, Christ-!"
The stranger silently embraced the kid in his clutches.

*CRUMP!*


And bit him right between his neck and his left shoulder, strongly enough to tear his flesh apart in one instant.