Silk Roads

Chapter 14

Chapter 14: A great holiday gone wrong.

Date: 27 September 2002
Location: Raccoon City
Dimension: Resident Evil 2 – Apocalypse [Spoiler warning for those who have never heard of RE]

Marcaunon hummed a lightly aired funeral march as he popped a piece of all-flavor-jellybeans into his mouth –oh chocolate pudding, his favorite! His face was impassive as he observed (via spyglass) the scene that was being played a few hundred meters north of him.

Raccoon City, where he had been dropped off by Death (the entity had left soon after, stating that It had to personally direct souls to the after-realms), was currently under lock down mode –Umbrella Corporation had built a metallic fortress around the whole City. Their sole purpose was to contain the citizens to prevent further infection –or more zombies from being born. They may seemed like they were doing the whole world good, but it was because of them that this dimension was on the verge of exploding into smithereens.

The creator of the T-Virus, a virus that basically reanimates the dead, worked as an Umbrella scientist. That was enough for Marcaunon to despise the entire Corporation. They were the guilty party for his unnecessary load of paperwork on his desk after all.

However, everything was too easy thanks to his Magic –it wasn't even a challenge to find out about the whole situation. It became too boring and he was supposed to be on vacation –that meant fun time. Imagine a video game where you started off as a max level character with full equipment and over powered stats. Boring right?

After collecting all the information he needed, he had decided that using Magic was a no no, unless in dire situations that is. Thanks to that, he did things the normal way and searched the whole city for five bloody hours for the creator of the T-Virus –which he failed spectacularly.

So now he was currently snacking away his frustrations as he watched the horde of people (he decided not to call them Parasites in this dimension, seeing that there was no such thing as Magicals) trying desperately to exit Raccoon City –they were like lab rats trying to find a way out of a maze the scientist had put them in.

He felt amusement as he stared at the only exit of this entire city –two huge mechanical gates that were currently being guarded by armed officers. The citizens were trapped, and they know it. That was why they were behaving like headless chickens.

Marcaunon swung his legs back and forth as he sat on the edge of a tall building's roof –a bag of snacks on his left side whilst his spyglass was on his lap. He took another piece of jelly beans and stared at it –fascinated by how yellow it was. Death had always said that his attention span was like a child's when left alone with nothing to do.

He suddenly perked up and looked through his spyglass when he saw how the horde's movements became frantic. The mechanicals gates that were supposed to be opened for uninfected citizens to evacuate had closed.

A man suddenly took out a megaphone and Marcaunon tilted his head. He recognized the man from when he had read through the high-ranking employee files. Timothy Cain, the person responsible for the containment and outbreak of Raccoon City.

"This is a bio-hazard quarantine area, and due to the risk of infection, you are all not allowed to leave the city." Marcaunon leaned forward in interest whilst the crowd looked panicked. "All appropriate measures are being taken. The situation is under control. Please, return to your homes."

His lips quirked upwards. If this was considered 'under control', Marcaunon would've felt dread if he were one of those citizens down there. Really, no wonder Death had always found amusement in watching mortals –they make the most hilarious of jokes. Infected walking amok in the city was considered under control. Gosh that guy cracked him up.