Resident Mobians (Resident Evil & Sonic Fusion)

A New Nemesis

The rain was pouring down on the streets of Raccoon City, with a recent City-wide lockdown still in full effect due to recent riots and attacks. Sirens could be heard in the distance as one Mobian lay in her bed, trying to sleep the last few nights off. But she opened her eyes as she saw nothing but static on the TV, and an open window. She groaned as she groggily got out of her bed in her small apartment and walked a few steps over to close the window. Slowly shutting it, she squinted from a sudden flash of lightning as she turned her head away from the window. As she was about to crawl back into her loft, she picked up on the sound of running water. She must have left the sink running again.

She groaned once more as she passed a cork board full of information on the infamous company, Chaos Umbrella. Walking past the kitchen, she entered the bathroom, with the light still on. She closed the door behind her as she walked up to the vanity, placing her hands onto the counter as she lifted her head to the mirror. She looked tired, almost dead even. She slowly reached forward and turned off the sink, but something else caught her eye.

Down into the sink dripped a few drops of blood. She looked back into the mirror to see that her nose was bleeding. Shortly after realizing this, her own face began to rot and decay, showing all signs of infection. She frantically pushed herself away from the mirror and pressed up against the door. Looking to her hands, they, too, began to decay. She began to try and make it to the vanity once more, where her gun lay on the counter. She stumbled as she felt her body begining to fail. Crawling up to the counter and hoisting herself up, she tried to steady her breathing as she managed to grip her gun, knowing what needed to be done.

She looked to her own body as more and more of her own blood began to leak onto the counter. She was infected, there was no doubt about that. She had to stop it before it got worse, and if the mansion taught her anything, it's that there was only one way to stop the spread of the virus. She slowly lifted the gun up to her head, bracing as she closed her eyes, and finally squeezed the trigger.

*BANG*

Amy shot up from her desk in a cold sweat, inpecting her hands. They were all normal, no signs of anything. The same dream, she'd been having it for months now, fearing she'd been infected at the mansion. Inspecting her desk, she saw her Tarot Cards layed out before her. She then recalled that she'd tried to do a reading before passing out at the desk. "Hell..." Amy sighed, "Gets worse every night..." She slowly got up from her desk as she gathered up her cards and placed them in her pocket.

Her attention drifted to the Callender that sat on the desk, with almost every day crossed out. "Three more days..." She reassured herself, "Three more days. Then I can kiss this town goodbye." She began to look around her apartment, reviewing notes she'd been gathering on her own, or things that were either her own, or others brought. She tried not to think about the amount of pills on her bedside table as she continued looking around. As she turned the light on that illuminated her cork board full of information she'd gathered, she pulled off her own report and decided to read it for a refresher.

Amy's Report

September 26, 1998

It's already been two months since that mess with Chaos Umbrella. Thanks to the suspension, investigations haven't progressed exactly as I'd hoped. Perhaps this written record of what I've found will prove to be my final duty as a S.T.A.R.S officer... I can only hope that this helps lead to the truth.

The T-Virus

Those infected by thus virus seem to become literal zombies. It appears to be communicable through several different avenues, outlined below:

- Bite from an infected individual, allowing the mixing of bodily fluids

- Contact with crows which have eaten infected carrion