Chapitre 1: Clean Up Crew
2009-Kijuju, Africa:
My name is Page, Page Bunting, and I'm an army veteran, though I never was actually deployed. I had spent four years being stationed at various bases, until my contract was coming to an end, and I got a call from a company called Terrasave. They fight bio-terrorists, though I don't know what on earth that is.
I was surprised when I had first gotten the call, asking if I would like to try and become an agent. I didn't really have many plans for when I got out of the military, so I accepted, and I managed to get in. Shortly afterwards I was sent off on my first mission in Africa, where the BSAA had requested help from us. Some new strand of a virus called Uroboros had been used by bio-terrorists only a few days ago. I've asked around what to expect, and everyone just told me zombies.
Page sits nervously in the back of a jeep as they cross the African savanna, the moonlight making the plains an ocean of bluish-silver. Rain clouds fill the air, soaking the ground and tapping on the windows with a rhythmic beat.
"Don't worry, your partner's a rookie just like you," Her boss, Terry, states as he chuckles from seeing how nervous she looks. Terry sits in front of her, with another guy to his right, and a second one to her right. The driver in front making up five people total.
As the dust trails behind the tires, they listen to songs from the 70's being played on a CD. The savannah soon fades away as they slow down and enter a town. The driver turns off the radio and dims the headlights. The whole place is empty, not a single soul to be seen. As they drive further into the town, the moonlight struggles to reach them through the jungle of buildings, soon leaving the front lights as the only source.
Everyone looks through their windows, trying to see whatever they can in the dark.
"We should be reaching the docks in ten minutes," Terry says as he checks his watch. As they drive past more buildings, small alleyways are dimly lit by small strands of moonlight that just barely manage to squeeze through all the roofs. They all look empty, minus what can only be guessed to be piles of trash. Page looks down each one closely, the ghost town giving her chills. Looking down one she sees a wire fence, with something odd draped on it.
It looks almost like, a body, but they pass the alleyway in a flash and its out of sight. To her relief they reach the docks, some flood lights connected to portable generators lighting up part of the place. Several tattered up buildings surround the docks with two large cruiser boats tied up to it. They stop just a few feet away from the docks, the engine coming to a stop.
"Alright, let's go," Terry says. The four of them get out, the cold air entering the second the door opens. Stepping out, rain pelts the top of their heads, already getting into their clothes and making them shiver. Page tightens her hoodie to try and keep out as much rain as possible. Though she can feel her beanie getting soaked, it still provides some warmth. The faint buzzing of the generators adds to the rain splashing in the water. The faint smell of something rotten is in the air, but the rain and the gasoline in the generators manage to keep it at bay.
Looking at the docks they seem to be empty, the only evidence of someone else possibly being there being two other jeeps parked on the other side of the lights and generators. Terry pulls a radio off his belt.
"Alpha leader Chandler, this is Bravo leader Terry, we've arrived at the docks," Terry speaks into his radio. He waits awhile, but there's no response.
"Chandler, do you copy?"
No response.
"Chandler?"
Far off in the distance near the town's edge, a blood stained radio repeats Terry's words, no one around to hear.
"Gosh dammit, how many times do I have to remind him to keep his radio on?" Terry mutters to himself angrily, "They should be in one of the boats right now, come on," Terry waves for everyone to follow. Walking onto a long stretch of cement going into the massive river, the team goes up the ramp of the boat on the right, unaware of the eyes watching them from the buildings.
Stepping onto the ship they see two bodies laid out on the deck. They walk past them and head to the door to the hull, sounds coming from inside. Terry signals them to all stop before he knocks on the door. He steadies a hand by his holster as the door starts to open. Flashlights shine on them as two men stand in the doorway. They're both a bit skittish looking, wearing identical clothing to them.
"Alpha team?" Terry asks.
"Yeah," The man on the right replies. Terry signals everyone to go inside, the two men stepping to the side to unblock the doorway. They close the door as the members of Bravo team shake the water off themselves in an attempt to warm up. The hull is twice as large as the space they had in the jeep, the only source of light coming from the flashlights that the Alpha team have. Two windows lay on both sides, giving a view of the water, the other boat, and part of the docks. A large table sits in the middle with built in benches going all the way around it. The cushions look very worn.
The two men who were at the door stand a bit nervously by some cabinets while a third person stands a bit near the table. The guy by himself is bulkier than the other two and just looks bored and irritated.
"There's only three of you, where are the others? Where's Chandler?"
"Chandler took one of the other members with him to go investigate upstairs. He told us three to stay put," The third guy says.
"When was that?"
"About, ten minutes ago,"
Terry stands there silently for a few seconds before talking once more.
"What are your guys' names?"
"Zane,"
"Larry," The two guys who opened the door answer.
"You there, what's yours?" He asks the irritated man.
"...Jacob,"
"Alright, well, now seems like a good time to introduce everyone and their partners. I'm Bravo leader Terry, this is Jayce, Zack, and Page. Zane, you'll be with Jayce, Larry, your with Zack, and Jacob, you're with Page. Stay with each other no matter what. Zane, Jayce, and Todd, come with me, we're gonna go check upstairs. Page, Zack, help Jacob and Larry with clean up here, if you guys are already done, head over to the other ship. Put your radios on channel B so we can all contact each other, got it?"
They all nod in response. The group splits up, Terry's group heading out while the other four stay in the room.
L’AVIS DES CRÉATEURS 
TIWHimitsu
TIWHimitsu Hey, author here, if you guys are expecting an RE story with nothing but the main characters from the games, this is not for you. This story is centered around Page and though references will be made to the games, don't expect Leon, Chris, Jill, or Claire to suddenly appear in the story, alright? Hope you guys enjoy this! :)
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