Resident Evil: Liberation [ENG]

Prologue

Resident Evil - Liberation

Autumn 2013

The Arklay Mountains - the last remains of Raccoon City or rather the last thing that reminded you of the wiped-out city. For the two BSAA agents Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine it was a strange feeling to be back at the place where bioterrorism originated. Before their eyes they could still see the old villa in Raccoon Forest, whose memory would haunt them forever. "Jill, we should keep moving," Chris suggested. His partner, however, was still looking at the crater where a town stood a few years ago. She had barely made it out of the city then and can hardly believe her luck until today. Who could escape from a B.O.W. that was especially fixated on S.T.A.R.S members? "I...", she began to speak, but she was missing the words. Fifteen years just wasn't enough or did her incarceration make the subject of Raccoon City worse? "I'm sorry, I still can't believe we lived there back then... in that crater."

"Hardly likely in that crater," he tried to lighten the mood with humor. "But yes, it's crazy." Chris sighed. He could understand her. Jill was literally going through hell while he was on 'vacation' in Europe. "Hey..." He put his hand on her shoulder while she was still looking at the crater. "We really should move on and not let the past stop us, huh?" Jill turned her head slightly in his direction. "You're right. We need to check a dead, completely destroyed environment to see if there are any infected people walking around." She shook her head in disbelief. "I'm going to assume that no infected person has survived, if you can even speak of surviving." She pointed to the crater and looked at Chris with a raised eyebrow. "Don't look at me like that. They just don't want to burden you completely yet," he replied. "Chris, I've been back on the job for a year. They must be beginning to realise that I'm resilient." Jill followed her partner, who decided to move on. While she watched the surroundings. You could reasonably see that nature was trying to recover from the bomb. "Shh," he whispered to her and took cover. She did so immediately and hid behind a big fallen tree trunk together with him. He pointed a little further away at a figure limping around. "Impossible," she breathed. When she tried to get up carefully, he pulled her down again. "I think we should stay under cover. I have a bad feeling about that joker over there." Not a second later, the two agents saw the Horde following the single figure. "No..." she shook her head in bewilderment. You gotta be kidding me. How did the infected get into the Arklay Mountains? The bomb was supposed to get everyone. "Okay...we should approach slowly and maybe throw a grenade into the mass," Jill suggested, but then she noticed a follow-up problem. "We don't know if there are more."

"Right. I suspect there are more of those things lurking around the bay." He put on a thoughtful face. "There's a huge stone over there. Maybe we can get a better view there," he suggested this time, whereupon his partner nodded. On his signal they ran for cover to the stone. "A house?", Chris asked in surprise after he had gained an overview. Suddenly, a zombie appeared behind Jill and grabbed her. He quickly pulled out his knife with the ulterior motive of not making any noise and rammed it into the infected person's head. "Probably lost his way," he said as he pulled the knife out of the infected man's head. A startled thank you from Jill followed. "Oh...bloody hell. It's getting more and more. We can't deal with them alone," Chris cursed. He closed his eyes to find possible solutions.

"Shall we go back?" Jill asked quietly.

" Good idea, but it's getting dark soon and we actually have to go to the meeting place with the Alpha team."

"You're not seriously thinking about going into that house. It screams "Villa à la Infected." She looked over the edge of the stone and watched the infected. There were just more zombies forming a huge horde. They wouldn't make it to the house unnoticed. They'd rather be dinner for those monsters.

"The only possibility. We'll go to the dogs out here after dark. My plan: I throw a grenade near the horde, but so far that it must move away. That gives us time to run to the house. Agreed?"