Resident Evil Shane’s Story Chapter 3 & 4
Chapter 3: The Stranger
Next Day… “Get off me!” Shane shouted struggling as the guards pinned him to the floor of his cell trying to get his cuffs on. “I’m not going back into that room!” He shouted kicking wildly at the guards trying harder to get the one off his back.
“We’re going to the open room, you idiot”, mocked the guard on his back. “You need to walk around in there.”
Shane cursed at the guard and struggled, he wanted to be left alone, and he wanted to sleep. Most of the night he couldn’t sleep, because of the pain he was suffering. The guard holding him down soon pressed his knee against the back of Shane’s head, causing him to stop struggling, well enough aware to stop when that happened. The cuffs were slipped on and tightened around his wrists and ankles, but he was thankful not suffer the jacket this time. Silently he cursed as he was pulled to his feet.
“Correction,” Said one of the guards as Shane looked at him. “We’re going to the visitor room; you have someone who wants to talk to you.” Hearing that Shane instantly thought it was Kevin Ryman, but he knew that Kevin was in Florida and nowhere near this place, it had been nearly two years since Kevin last visited him. Shane missed him greatly now, wishing more that it was him since he needed someone to talk to.
But then a thought crossed Shane’s mind as they pulled him out of his cell, why weren’t they opening the door in his cell next to his bed to let him into that room? Was he going to the other visitor room? Why? Why were they taking him there? That was a partial open room where a patient could interact with his visitor physically. This didn’t sound good at all.
The walk bothered Shane more than the thought of the visitor, he wanted to run, run back to his cell. A guard pushed him, he nearly fell, but was caught by another of his captors, as he caught sight of a window revealing the outside world. He saw green trees and flowers. Even in that second, his heart became elated, just enough to boost his spirit, as he looked forward, walking carefully and slowly so as not to trip over his chains. Soon the door came into view, on the other side of a strong metal gate, making his heart beat faster, he was scared to think who it was, but had to force himself to be strong, as the chains and cuffs were removed. The door opened and he was pushed inside, nearly falling to the floor when one of the guards tried to spitefully trip him, but he had learned from past experiences, and caught himself before touching the floor, managing to even flip the bird to the guards, as the door closed, leaving him in the bright white room.
No one was there. He looked at the large mirror in the room, he only saw his own reflection, and he looked terrible. His left arm’s bandages were bloodied from him cutting his knuckles. He rubbed them gently with his other hand, feeling they were still tender, making him scoff at having been such an idiot for loosing control, but that was the only way he had to get his point across, that he was sick and tired of his lost liberty. He kicked the ground with his bare feet; they had dragged him out of his cell before he could even put his shoes on, making him curse before looking at the mirror again, tilting his head he saw the reflection of two red glowing dots. Slowly he approached and touched the mirror, before cupping his hands around his eyes to try and see if he make out what was there.
On the other side, Albert Wesker stood looking right at Shane, trying to see through the glass. He smirked as a light came on in the room, making the mirror see-through. Shane gasped and jumped back in surprised seeing Wesker, but he remained silent, as did Shane.
Questions filled Shane’s mind all at one making his head spin, he never saw this man before, and slowed his startled breathing whilst staring at Wesker, who remained calm, hands behind his back. Nothing made sense to him.
“Hello, Shane,” Wesker said calmly seeing Shane stare back in startled confusion, making him smile before raising a questionable hand gesture. “Do you remember me?” He asked as Shane, who just stared back at him in shock.
“How the hell do you know my name?” Shane asked as Wesker took note of the defensive stance Shane was in, wondering about it, but continued to look at him sternly behind his sunglasses. “Who the fuck are you?” Shane asked making a fist wondering how this stranger knew his name.
“I’m Albert Wesker.” He replied back lowering his hand. “You don’t remember me?” He asked.
“Should I?” Shane snapped looking away closing his eyes.
‘Calm down’ he whispered to himself, he was puzzled as to why he was so aggressive, he usually wasn’t. His attention was drawn quickly toward the door, making him back up seeing Wesker enter the room, he was going to keep his distance, a good distance. “Stay away from me.” He said backing away as Wesker took another step toward him, before raising his hands.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” He said as Shane just stared at him like a startled wild animal, nine years of pain, terror, sadness, everything he had gone through was given away in those blue eyes. He took another step and Shane was against the wall feeling around for an escape door, but the boy never took his eyes off Wesker, making him smirk as Shane desperately tried to escape. “Where do you intend to run?” Wekser mocked.
“Anywhere but here,” Shane said making a break for the door, but when he reached it he couldn’t find any way of opening it. “Get me out of here!” He shouted hitting the door before turning around to be face to face with Wesker who soon had his arm against Shane’s throat keeping him there.
“I just want to talk to you.” He said calmly as Shane tried to get the arm off his neck. “Why don’t you remember me?” He asked again as Shane kicked him but he was unfazed making Shane look at him startled. “Answer me.” He said pushing cutting off the air to Shane making him struggle more before nodding as Wesker pulled back.
“I just don’t know who you are,” Shane said coughing looking at Wesker. “Should I?” He asked as Wesker stepped away leaving Shane rubbing his throat and cough while Wesker observed him.
“I’m the one that saved you from drowning,” Wesker said finally making Shane stop and stare at him. “I’ve looked at your file and that from Raccoon City.” He said calmly. “Shane, do you know anything about your father?”
“My dad…?” Shane asked, recalling a time he asked about him before…
1998 - Raccoon City
Apartment Heights - Room #109
‘Another body was discovered in the woods outside of Raccoon City.’ The news anchor said on the TV as Shane watched it before working more on his homework. ‘But there are reports of people going missing in Raccoon City; the latest percentage has risen to 14%.’
Sofia was looking outside at the lit streets of Raccoon City; she was drinking some tea before looking at Shane doing his homework smiling before looking at their family photos. A small frown appeared on her soft face before looking at Shane soon finishing his math homework.
“Mom.” He started putting the paper in his book. “Was dad really good at math?” He asked looking at her.
“He worked for Umbrella.” She said smiling lightly. “He used to live here in Raccoon; he was killed on the job. They didn’t tell me what happened.”
“When did he die?” Shane asked grabbing his English book.
“He died this year.” She said finally hearing nothing and looked at Shane looking at her a bit startled. “He left us before you were born, I couldn’t find him or get in contact with him. I just got a letter from Umbrella a few weeks ago about his death.”
“Wh-why didn’t you tell me?” Shane asked looking at her soon hearing a gunshot making them both jump. Sofia hurried to the door and opened it as another gunshot sounded in the hall making her look down seeing a body on the floor.
“What’s going on?” She asked as her neighbour came out holding a pistol, he was covered in blood, bleeding from a bite wound on his arm. “Mr. Stevens?” She asked as he looked at her.
“He just attacked me!” He said looking at the corpse on the floor before coughing. “He bit me!” He shouted firing off another shot at the corpse as Sofia retreated back inside and locked the door.
“What’s going on mom?” Shane asked looking at her sitting backward in his chair as she rushed into her bedroom. “Mom?”
“Mr. Stevens just killed his grandson.” She said as Shane heard some things being moved in the room. “Keep the door closed and locked, don’t answer it either.” She said as he got off the chair and walked toward the door pulling up a chair to peek out through the eye hole to see someone shuffling by.
“Mom, Mr. Stevens looks sick.” He said watching Mr. Stevens stop and turn looking at the door. “He looks very sick.” He said as Mr. Stevens shuffled to the door and started hitting it making Shane get down. “What’s wrong with him?” He asked turning around seeing Sofia holding a gun making him look at her a bit stunned. “I didn’t know we had a gun!” He exclaimed.
“I bought it a long time ago.” She said looking through the hole before aiming the gun at the door and fired a few shots hitting Mr. Stevens on the other side, the gunshots made Shane cover his ears staring at the holes in the door and soon looked at Sofia, stunned she shot Mr. Stevens. “Something wasn’t right.” She said looking at him. “Your father warned me about this.” She said.
“Who was he?” Shane asked hugging her, he was afraid now. Fear plagued his mind that someone would come here and hurt them even more with the actions she had taken. “What was his name?”
“I can’t tell you now baby.” She said patting his head. “Maybe, later.” A smile came on Shane’s face making her kiss the top of his head. “Finish your homework.” She said nudging him along before walking into the kitchen dialing a number. “Come on Kevin, pick up.” She said tapping the gun against the counter before hanging up. “Shit.” She mumbled looking out into the dining room seeing Shane looking at her before she headed toward a window looking out at the streets seeing a few people walking down below. “Something’s not right…” She whispered watching them seeing a car crash up the road drawing her attention quickly. Shane wasn’t sure why she was acting like this and his gaze returned to the door and the blood seeping under the door.
Present…
Shane leaned against the wall now remembering that night, it was a nightmare, how his mother shouted at him to get packed while the news announced a pandemic of violent outbreaks within the city, all originating at the stadium. Wesker watched him, puzzled as to what the boy was remembering before hearing a sigh escape from her son.
“I never got my answer to who he was…” Shane finally said rubbing his face. “…she never told me who he was, not even when she was murdered…” He said remembering that day but his mind didn’t wander there, it drifted to Raccoon City when he was only twelve years old when the outbreak hit. When he and his mother desperately tried to escape Raccoon alive….
Chapter 4: The Past
1998 - Raccoon City - Outbreak.
Shane ran down the alleyway as fast as he could carrying his backpack, as two zombies chased after him, he panted and kept running, fear filled his eyes as he looked for an exit. He called out for help stumbling but regained his footing till he rounded the next corner finding more zombies there.
“Mom!” He shouted looking back at the two coming for him and then those before him. “How did we get separated?” He thought, backing up trying to keep his distance from them, before tripping on something landing hard on his back, the backpack caught most of his fall. He gasped at the sight of a dead cop, almost screaming, but caught himself, realizing it wasn’t Kevin. He quickly looked up, seeing the zombies approaching, and a loud growling from two dogs marauding down one of the alleyways, making him frantically search for protection, as his hand grasped something metallic. He pulled it up quickly, holding it in front of him, as the first zombie dog jumped at him, its bloody half jaw biting into the shotgun, trying to get to Shane who pushed forward as hard as he could, trying not to be another meal for this creature. He screamed again trying to stay alive. “Someone help me!” He shouted, now using his feet to push against the dog, as a second hound approached. He saw it about to pounce, but then came the sudden sound of a gunshot. The dog yelped, falling back as a strong kick was landed on the head of the one biting into the shotgun; the upper jaw was severed from its head, as it fell limp on Shane’s body, making him curse at the blood spurting all over him.
A strong hand pulled him out from under the dog; he fumbled back as he was able to stand, watching the tall man firing at the zombies and at the second dog getting up. It was a total stranger and Shane was thankful he helped but he didn’t like the fact he was covered in blood that carried the infection, the virus. The man started backing up, making Shane do the same; there was a door behind them that was open. Shane smiled running to it as the man grabbed the shotgun and did the same before slamming the door behind him and blocked it with a chair.
“We can’t stay here.” He said looking at Shane sitting on the steps leading to the landing. “You okay kid?” He asked watching Shane nod. From just looking at the older man, Shane knew the man had a military background. “Why are you out here alone?” He asked reloading the pistol before looking the shotgun over while Shane frowned.
“I got separated from my mom,” Shane answered taking his backpack off and opened it pulling a photo out of the front zipper holding it out to the man. “A car and some zombies made us go our separate ways.” He told as the older man took the photo and looked at it.
“I’ve seen her before, she works at one of the reception desks at one of the Umbrella pharmacies.” He said handing it back as Shane smiled lightly and nodded. “I would get my medicine there, she was always very helpful.” He smiled, “You’re her kid? I never knew, and I’m Andrew.”
“Shane.” He replied back looking at the photo before putting it back into his bag. “I don’t know where I’m at in Raccoon; everything is so confusing and frightening.” He said as the shotgun was set in his lap making him look up at Andrew.
“Ever fired a shotgun?” He asked as Shane shook his head. “Well you’ll need to now; you should be able to handle the shotgun if you keep it pressed against your shoulder.” He said patting Shane’s shoulder. “Will hurt like hell but it’s better than being torn apart.” He said smiling. “Oh, where’s your father?” He asked as Shane looked away. “He’s dead isn’t he?”
“Died in an experimental test.” He told remembering what Sofia told him as they left the apartment. “Something went wrong and he was killed. I hate Umbrella; too many people end up dying there.”
“I agree with you on that,” Andrew replied walking past Shane and looked out a window. “Shit looks like the infection has gotten to the zoo animals.” He said seeing a lioness chasing after a survivor. “Let’s move.” He said. Shane stood up holding the shotgun and sighed drawing Andrew’s attention. “It’s pump action.” He said walking over taking the shotgun, “You pull this down to load another round in the chamber, but make sure you press this little button to make it go down.” He said showing Shane as he nodded. “Hopefully we’ll find a gun that suits your small size. The shotgun might harm you since you’re still growing.”
“I’ll handle it,” Shane told him wiping his nose, the blood really smelled and it burned his nose smelling it. “I’m tough.” He said nodding and Andrew smiled at him patting him on the head as Shane took the shotgun back. “We’ll need to find ammo.”
“And medical supplies,” Andrew added as they moved toward another door, Shane mimicked Andrew’s movements and pressed himself against the other side of the door as Andrew opened it and went out. Out into the streets and alleyways of Raccoon City, into the chaos and nightmare. Where a single bite determined one's fate.
Present
Shane rubbed his right shoulder, it still hurt now and then from having to use that shotgun, it wasn’t any wonder most of the guards would pin him down using his right arm. He leaned his head against the wall trying hard to not cry let alone show his weakness, but Wesker knew more about him than he thought.
“Still hurts doesn’t it?” Wesker asked with a gesture as Shane looked at him and soon held his arm turning the other way to keep it from him.
“Just leave me alone old man.” He said moving along the wall, but he couldn’t help but remember that night in Raccoon City. How a twelve-year-old boy survived…
1998 - Raccoon City - Outbreak Time 4 Hours after First Witnessed Infection by Shane
Shane coughed from the smoke as they passed a burning car, his weakened body demanding him to stop and rest. He was exhausted, but Andrew kept him going. Now and then sounds of a scream, or loud explosion would stop them but soon they grew used to it, trudging onward whilst killing straying zombies, trying to find their way toward the highway or the woods, whichever sanctuary offered itself to them first, they were going to take it.
“How much farther?” Shane finally asked breaking their long silence rubbing his right shoulder. He had used the shotgun earlier and it really knocked him hard to the ground, dislocating his shoulder, Andrew had to reset it and he also had to muffle Shane’s scream. “I’m tired…” He stated and Andrew looked at him.
“We should be close to the highway.” He said pulling out a map before looking around before seeing a lioness. “We got a lion.” He whispered crouching down watching her sniffing her surroundings. “We need to make a break for it.” He said as Shane looked as Andrew pointed toward the bus station. “If we follow the yellow line marked on the road, we’ll be able to reach the highway.” He said and Shane nodded. “We need to sprint.” He told as Shane swallowed. “Don’t worry, I’ll cover you. Get ready...” He whispered watching the lioness look back down the street. “Go.” He said as Shane hesitated. “Now!” He snapped as Shane ran for it, the lioness perked instantly and whipped around seeing him, she snarled in response as she took off after the boy.
“She’s after me!” Shane shouted ducking behind a car hearing her claws digging into the pavement. He ran to another car that had the door open, he jumped inside and slammed the door shut just moments before the lioness rammed into the car clawing at the door till the window busted open making him scream. He was panicking, his mind and body shouted him to run but the passenger door was blocked by a bus. “Help me!” He screamed loudly as the lioness was starting to tear the door off.
The lioness growled and started biting the door before feeling something hit her from behind making her turn snarling seeing Andrew throwing bricks at her, she growled at him not wanting to chase after something so far away before hearing the car start making her look inside seeing Shane. Instantly she reached inside grabbing his clothes, he shouted again hitting the gas pedal making the car launch forward, with her claws in the car and on Shane’s clothes; she was dragged roughly before hitting a light pole and the car hit another car.
“Shane!” Andrew shouted running over as the lioness growled trying to recover from the blow to the light pole; Shane was in the car all the way on the floor as Andrew reached him. “Shane, come on!” He said reaching inside, just before Shane could grab hold of Andrew’s hand the man shouted out in pain gripping the window frame struggling to keep himself there before being pulled down. “Ah! No!” He shouted as Shane heard the lioness snarling and growling loudly along with the sounds of ripping flesh and snapping of bones, he had to cover his ears to try and keep the sounds out but screamed once more seeing the lioness’s head at the window holding Andrew’s left arm in her mouth, the fingers were still moving.
Shane was filled with so much fear that he nearly fainted, he tried to get up, his hands slipping on the shotgun under his body. Grabbing it, he freed it to get it ready for defense while the lioness lowered her head. He got up on the seat aiming it at the window, he was scared, and arms were shaking. Shane just lost his only friend left in the city. He was ready to cry, he was wishing his mother was with him, he pressed the shotgun against his shoulder, finger on the trigger. When the lioness popped her head up, he pulled the trigger. The round blew through her skull killing her; the force knocked Shane back hitting his head off the window as the world was encased in darkness…