Resident Evil: Lost Souls By S.A.M

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Resident Evil. I just borrow them for a little story. Oh yeah, these characters are mine. I just don't own Resident Evil.

Stephen McCaffrey aimed his 9 millimeter pistol and squeezed the trigger repeatedly. The bullets blazed out of the barrel and struck the person approaching him. A "person"; well that isn't exactly the word he would use to describe the "thing" approaching him. He didn't know how to describe it. Whatever the "thing" was wasn't normal. The bullets penetrated the "thing's" body but it had no affect on it. It lurched backwards from the impact but then shook it off, as if the bullets were mere fleas; a mild annoyance at the most. Stephen swallowed the lump forming in his throat. This can't be happening, he thought, that was my last gun clip.

Stephen was in serious danger. The "thing" that could best be described as a zombie, was closing in on him. The zombie's decaying carcass hobbled toward him with its disgusting arms out reaching. It moved rather slowly but there was no place for Stephen to run. He was trapped in a dark alley. His only route of escape was blocked off. Stephen stared at the creature approaching him. The zombie's eyes were glazed over and no life shown in them. However, the damn "thing" was walking as if it were alive. It was like some twisted nightmare that Stephen couldn't wake up from.

The zombie moaned lightly and continued to close in on McCaffrey. Drool dribbled out of its mouth and it was apparent to Stephen, that he was about to become zombie food. However, he wasn't giving up yet. The young man searched frantically for some kind of weapon; anything that could be used in self-defense. His blue eyes darted from one place to another, searching for a pipe, a piece of wood, anything. Trash cans and cardboard boxes were all that surrounded the young man. Nothing he saw could be used as a weapon. Stephen's heartbeat was racing and he was beginning to panic. He could see the zombie steadily approaching. It was mere inches away. Oh God, this is it, he thought in panic.

The zombie's arms latched on to Stephen's shoulders. The young man tried to struggle but the zombie's grip was stronger than he expected. The dead creature's rotted mouth opened, revealing its decaying teeth. Stephen let out a bellow of terror as the zombie was about to bite down on his neck. Suddenly, blood splattered on Stephen's face. It caught the young man completely off guard. He was surprised to see that it wasn't his blood but instead the zombie's. The dead creature released its hold on McCaffrey and crumbled to the ground. Blood spilled out the back of the zombie's skull sending a wave of nausea over Stephen.

The young man quickly smeared the blood off his face. Stephen was extremely shaken and was having trouble thinking straight. The image of the zombie replayed in the young man's mind. It made him shudder with fear. Suddenly, a hand rested on Stephen's shoulder, causing him to jump back in terror.

"Are you alright?" asked a young woman in a blue uniform.

Stephen shook violently as he stared blankly at the lovely young woman in front of him. She had a gun drawn and smoke billowed out of the barrel. Three men stood behind her; all of them wearing blue uniforms. Dozens of questions raced through McCaffrey's mind and he desperately needed them answered. Stephen tried to calm himself but as he looked down at the lifeless carcass; he quickly lurched over and vomited. The woman stepped back with disgust in her eyes. A little of the vomit splattered on her black boots which made the woman cringe. She glared at Stephen but quickly erased the fowl look on her face. The woman understood that he had just gone through a horrific event and that it wasn't easy to cope with.

"What's your name?" asked the woman as he holstered her gun.

McCaffrey continued to heave and did not answer. The woman was patient but the men behind her were showing signs of aggravation.

"Sarah, we don't have much time. The helicopter is going to leave us!" shouted one of the men in blue.

"I know Dan, just give me a second." replied the young woman.

McCaffrey had stopped heaving but the nausea feeling still rumbled in his stomach. He was still hunched over and the four strangers in blue looked at him in confusion. Stephen wiped the vomit off his chin and looked up at the woman staring down at him.

"Who are you?" asked Stephen as he slowly regained his posture.

"I'm Lieutenant Sarah Harkin and I'm a S.T.A.R.S field-officer. Don't you know that Raccoon City is under quarantine? It's been evacuated for over a month. I don't know how you got here but you have to go. Come on!" ordered Sarah as she grasped Stephen's arm.

Stephen's first impulse was to pull away from the woman but suddenly he realized that she may be able to help him. A wave of relief came over the young man.

"My name is Stephen McCaffrey. Have you seen a teenager wearing a green shirt and a pair of thin framed glasses?" asked Stephen as he was dragged down the dark alley.

The S.T.A.R.S officers looked at one another wearily as they jogged forward. Sarah frowned sadly but continued to pull Stephen down the alley. The look that covered the officers' faces shot a stream of panic into McCaffrey's soul.

"He goes by the name of David; David McCaffrey. He's sixteen, has light brown hair, blue eyes, and wears glasses. He's my brother. Please, have you seen him?!" shouted Stephen as he jerked away from Sarah's grip.

Stephen came to a halt and refused to move. Sarah and the other officers glared at the young man but he didn't care. He had to find his brother and if the S.T.A.R.S officers knew anything, they were going to tell him now.

"Have you seen him?!" repeated Stephen with determination in his eyes.

"Listen mister, we have to get out of here. We don't have time to chat." shouted Sarah with anger etched across her face.

"Tell me or I'm staying put!" replied Stephen with the same look of anger.

"Screw this guy, Sarah! The chopper leaves in five minutes and we're already late. Let's go!" roared one of the other officers.

"Shut up Jim!" replied Sarah with her eyes still glued on Stephen.

"Alright mister, have it your way. I hate to tell you this now but I guess I have no choice. My team and I saw a teenager with the description you just gave us. He was being attacked by zombies. We tried to save him but it was too late. There was nothing we could do. I'm afraid your brothers dead." stated Sarah firmly.

Suddenly, Stephen McCaffrey's heart shattered within his chest. He imagined his younger brother being attacked by the vile creatures and the cries that David must have let out. Stephen's younger brother had needed him and he hadn't been there for him. Tears began to trickle down Stephen's cheeks. He wanted to release a roar of anger but for some odd reason he couldn't. Stephen felt empty inside and couldn't make any noise at all. He stood frozen. McCaffrey was completely consumed by shock. Suddenly, Sarah grabbed Stephen by the arm again and continued their way down the alley. The other officers let out a sigh of relief and followed their commanding officer. Stephen didn't try to struggle. He remained silent as wetness drenched his face.

Sarah and the four men exited the alley and turned around the corner. The streets were empty and looked like a "Ghost Town". Sarah pulled out her communication device and paged the helicopter.

"Harkin to Eagle Two, I've found a live civilian and I'm bringing him in. My team and I are a little late but we're on our way." stated Sarah.

Meanwhile, McCaffrey imagined his brother being torn apart by vicious zombies. Stephen saw David screaming, blood splattering across the wall, and then silence. The nausea feeling started to over take Stephen again.

"Roger that Harkin, we're still waiting. Hurry your ass!" replied the pilot of the Eagle Two Helicopter.

Sarah Harkin reattached her communicator to her belt. She then placed her hand on Stephen's shoulder and looked in his eyes. Stephen returned her gaze but it almost seemed as if he were looking through her.

"Mr. McCaffrey, we're going to get you out of here. We have a chopper waiting less than a kilometer away but we have to hurry. I need you to run." informed Sarah.

McCaffrey nodded sadly and followed the S.T.A.R.S officers as they ran down the street. The wind was beginning to pick up and Stephen felt the cold, brush against his neck. It sent a stinging sensation down his spine. As he ran, Stephen continued to think about his younger brother. He imagined David crying as a zombie bit down on his neck. David's scream resounded in Stephen's head and it was deafening. The officers and Stephen continued to run but something in McCaffrey snapped. Suddenly, Stephen McCaffrey fell to his knees and started crying. The S.T.A.R.S officers looked at one another in shock and turned to Stephen. McCaffrey wept openly as tears dripped onto the street. Sarah Harkin examined her watch quickly and growled with aggravation. She quickly knelt down beside Stephen and patted his back.

"Look, I know you're upset about the death of your brother but if we don't get out of here in about two minutes, we're going to be left behind. I don't want that and neither do my men. Zombies roam this area and I don't feel like facing any off them. We have to get out of here, NOW!" she shouted, pulling McCaffrey by the elbow.

Suddenly the S.T.A.R.S officers, Dan Pulitzer, turned his attention from McCaffrey. He saw movement down the street and he noticed that it appeared to be heading straight for the S.T.A.R.S team.

"Oh, shit!" shouted Dan as he readied his rifle.

"What is it, Dan?" asked Sarah as she turned her attention down the street.

Sarah Harkin's mouth dropped as she saw dozens of zombies steadily approaching her and the S.T.A.R.S team. Her men quickly readied their weapons and aimed them at the approaching zombies.

"Sarah, we're in deep shit. Those zombies's are blocking off our root to the helicopter. We won't make it in time. The chopper is gonna leave us!" shouted Officer Jim Deville

"Great! Now what do we do?" cried Officer Mick Sheehan, still aiming his gun.

Sarah pulled Stephen to his feet and un-holstered her pistol. The zombies continued to approach the S.T.A.R.S team and they covered ground rather quickly. Stephen watched in horror as the vile creatures headed toward them.

"Oh God!" cried Stephen.

"Alright men, open fire!" ordered Sarah, squeezing the trigger of her gun.

The S.T.A.R.S officers all opened fire and their bullets blazed into the approaching zombies. The bullets dug into the dead bodies but caused little affect on them. The zombies continued to move closer. Time was running out and the gap between the zombies and the S.T.A.R.S was closing.

To Be Continued...