Resident Evil: Descendants

Paris Outbreak

Leon's POV
6:00 pm

It was late in the evening when it began. We were having dinner at a local restaurant when a series of bombs suddenly went off around the city, the building we were in catching most of the blast. In the confusion, I lost Nicholas and Sherry. Claire was by my side at the time.

As I tried my best not to cough my lungs up, I felt around for Claire's hand. Luckily, she wasn't far and I managed to grab her before I left the building.

10 minutes ago

No One's POV

A convoy of black vans pull into an alley  and unload a small of 30 unarmed men in black masks.

"Alright, my friends. Arm yourselves, we will be joined later this evening by the rest of our comrades for the assault on the Palais Bourbon. For now, however, we must make sure the plan goes well. Jacques, I will need a report on all of the explosives and their locations. Henri, keep an eye out for the nosy."

(I do not know much French, so translations would help greatly)

Each man puts on specific amounts of body armor and grabs an appropriate amount of explosive ordnance and ammunition.

"Jean-Luc, team Charlie is in position at the Eiffel tower, teams Zeta and Bravo have passed at the security checkpoints at Pont Alexandre III."

"Good. Finish setting our radios up and bring satelite imaging online. I want this city locked down before the GIGN have any time to respond."

"Don't worry, I got them covered. A few minutes from now, they'll be as dead as a door nail as the Americans say."

The rotors of a helicopter grow closer and closer, the leading soldier signalling his men to double time it.

Eiffel Tower
Team Charlie
6:55 pm

"Joan, I need your eyes. Security is on the prowl. We are a go in 5."

"On it."

Joan looks into the scope, adjusting its range until she spots her comrade outside the Palais Bourbon. "I see you."

"Good."

As they waited, they grew nervous. However, when the timer finally went off, they watched the city of light go up in flames with explosions in various areas of the city, killing thousands in the initial blast.

"Go! Go! Go!"

Armed men rushed into the Palais Bourbon, firing upon security and soldiers alike. However, they did not manage to gain access to the building without casualties.

As they flooded the building, several of them fell within minutes, taking rounds to the throat, chest, and or upper abdomen. Using the hallways to their advantage, they probed the building's weaknesses, firing on the separated few before they could get back to their groups, whittling their enemy down little by little.

Outside is a group of armed French Officers rushing up the stairs. Armed to the teeth with riot gear and military grade weapons, they slowly inch their way into the building.

As they set up a perimeter around the building, a lone figure slowly lumbers toward a young woman with snow white hair nearby. Conversing with her Friends, she never catches the wounded man rip into her flesh nor can she watch as her friends abandoned her to her fate, screaming at the top of her lungs.

Finally going still, the man slowly looks up at the group around him and swallows the ruined flesh whole, a noticeable bulge in his throat.

As an officer approaches the two, he fires a shot into the man's chest when he charges, watching him hit the ground with a thud. Turning toward the civilians nearby, he attempts to reassure them of their safety only for the man to rip into his calf eliciting a scream as the woman tackled his to the ground and began to tear into his collarbone, snapping the bone with a single bite.

Claire opens her eyes to find herself in Leon's arms, unable to clear the ringing from her ears. However, after a moment, she managed to shake it off and take a look at her surroundings. Horrified, she found several dozen corpses lying around the restaurant, inside and out. When she turned to face Leon, she finally heard his voice as he cupped her face.

"You alright?"

Claire nodded unable to provide a verbal answer. Taking Claire by the hand, he led her out of the building. Just outside was Sherry, holding a Colt 1911, helping a group of civilians. As Leon turned his head, he saw a man standing utterly still, his intestines hanging from his abdomen and blood dripping from his throat.

"Ah, come on..."