Hello first, it's been a damn long time since I was here, I don't know if anyone remembers it, but whatever, I'm back and have brought something new with me.

I hope you will like this.

Ryo

Resident Evil: City of Terror

Prologue: A day like any other

"Another shitty morning in this shitty town in the middle of nowhere," groaned Alan, the alarm clock had rudely told him, like every morning, that it was time for school. He had only recently moved to this town, or rather his father had moved here and dragged him and the rest of his family with him. His family were: his mother Katharine Riley, his sister Alice Riley, his father Thomas Riley and finally himself Alan Riley, 18 years old, trapped in this dump.
Cursing more, he rummaged out of bed and shuffled listlessly into the bathroom and after showering and doing everything else he shuffled down the stairs into the kitchen, just as annoyed."Morning, Alan," his mother whistled happily as she slammed the huge mountain of pancakes on his plate, which she knew very well he could never have eaten.
"Yes ... tomorrow," he said, annoyed by her cheerfulness, then his sleepy gaze fell on his father, who was sitting silently at the table and reading the newspaper. "You got another one," he said, looking up from the newspaper.
- “So?” His father pointed to an article on the front page: “Cannibals Strike Again: Victims Skinned and Mutilated” Alan did not care much about these articles, he had long been jaded, the death of other people was no reason for him to get excited, that happened all the time and everywhere, if you were upset about it every time you would have a heart attack early, he always said to himself.
- "The police have imposed a curfew, everyone should stay at home after 5:00 p.m."
Alan stuffed a piece of the maple syrup pancakes in his mouth."Great if that's not the solution," he said, mouth full and an obvious dose of sarcasm.
- “And what would you do, boy?” Thomas Riley noticed the mockery in his son's voice and was furious, the boy acted as if none of this was his business.
- "Don't know, the guy who does that will probably do it." - "It's not that simple." His father tried to stay calm, but his voice slowly became loud.
- "Yes, it is as simple as that, but a desk guy like you will probably never understand. You would probably read the guy his rights if he nibbled on your arm, wouldn't you?" Alan was now loud too, he had Hated his father before, because of this event, but because of the transfer that his company had "ordered" him and against which he had not even tried to defend himself, it was particularly bad.
His father was a person who always acted strictly according to the regulations, he preferred to ask three times in the executive suite before he thought about it himself and that was exactly what pissed Alan off.Now his father got up from his seat, the sheer anger flickered in his eyes, Alan almost thought he would hit him, but even for that he seemed to lack the backbone. Before he could say a word, Katharine pushed her way between the two of them.
"Alan, you have to go to school," she whistled without entering into the argument, she liked to preserve the image of the whole family, including from herself.
- "Yes ... I'm already gone." Listlessly, he packed the school bag and threw in a few books, whether or not they were the right ones did not interest him. "Have fun!" His mother trilled after him, but he just grumbled back.
- "That boy ..." Alan heard his father say as he closed the front door behind him, then he stepped on his skateboard and rolled down the sloping street.

Meanwhile, Thomas Riley got into the car, he had to hurry, his company didn't appreciate being late, he let the car roll out of the narrow driveway and then drove off, he had to look after his son later, now he snaked through the streets of the city until he came to a stop in the parking lot of the large corporation.There was a huge sign on the roof of the factory:

Umbrella Chemicals.

He hurried across the hot asphalt, he had to hurry up, especially today when he had received such an important task from his superior. This transport was extremely important, he just hoped nothing would go wrong.

There he was sitting now, under one of the oak trees in the school yard and enjoying the shade of the leaves in this unnaturally hot summer, the doorbell would ring right away and he would have to give up this cozy feeling and go into the stuffy classrooms, sweating at the thought he.

As a half-Japanese he didn't particularly like the heat, his pale skin changed color too quickly, but not brown, but red, at least he always blamed it on his origins, whether that was really true was questionable. Since his father had died five years ago and he had come here with his mother from Japan, to the country where she had lived before she met his father, he had his problems with the sun, it almost felt like that pretend that round of fireball in the sky is laughing at him every day.Just a pipe dream, of course, but the loss of his father had hit him hard, he had felt helpless when Ryuta Misamoto, as his father was called, was killed by a gang of thugs just for a few lousy yen and he himself ran away crying .
It seemed so absurd to him and maybe because of it he had to find someone or something to hate, so he chose this ever-grinning thing in the sky.
And so he sat there, Rick Misamoto, 17 years old, and tried to stay away from the sun as much as possible, but he had to step out of this cool shadow and look this yellow monster in the face.
- "Hey, Rick !!" A familiar voice made the boy look up, a girl, somewhat his age, with long black hair and green eyes, stood directly in front of him and looked at him in disbelief. “What do you want, Sam?” The girl's name was Samantha Douglas, she went to his class, but he didn't have much contact with her, she was what was commonly referred to as a “bitch”, although Rick found that too friendly .- "Tell me, why do you always sit around here?" Rick raised an eyebrow, she sounded so friendly, too friendly.
- “Why do you ask?” He was now expecting a stupid remark from her, but he would do the devil and tell her the real reason for his disgust for the sun.
- “Well, we, so the girls and I asked ourselves whether you might be a nightshade plant.” She probably thought that was crazy funny and her friends cackled wildly. She annoyed him for ages with such bad jokes and slowly he was fed up.
"Fuck off!" Yelled Rick and almost attacked her, only the school bell saved her.
Still giggling, Samantha ran into the school building. Rick looked after her, why did she hate him so, had he hurt her? He didn't believe, but even if he did, another joke and ...
He lowered his raised fist, "No violence against women" that was the first thing his father had taught him.
He closed his eyes as far as he could and ran into the school building, the rays of the sun felt like needles that pelted down on his skin and he breathed a sigh of relief when he was finally in the building.“Honestly, I don't have any money with me, really.” The slender boy shivered, no wonder, he was surrounded by four guys who were almost all twice as tall (and wide) as him.
One grabbed his collar and shook him. "Well, dwarf, I hope you haven't forgotten our deal, 30 a week." - "I haven't, Mad Dog, honestly." The boy, Ben Carter was his name, almost whimpered.
"Then think about the money tomorrow, otherwise it's due !!" With a wave of the hand Mad Dog threw Ben against the next wall of the boys' toilet where this "meeting" had taken place and then left the room followed by his friends.
"Oh man," thought Ben, he was really in the shit, how was he going to raise the money by tomorrow, all his money was spent on the new laptop, which was well protected in his locker. He couldn't ask his parents either, he didn't want them to find out about his problems. He'd always been a weakling who'd rather pay than take a beating, so he'd survived junior high even if he wasn't really comfortable with it.Maybe he could mow the lawn somewhere today, or something, with a little luck he could get what he needed and stay alive for another week, if not ... he didn't even dare to imagine, this fat guy who is all just Mad Dog had already beaten people up in the hospital, it was said.
The bell got him out of his thoughts, he left the room thoughtfully and almost fell to the ground again when a boy rushed past him, he was blond and looked quite muscular.
"If I were like that ..." But he wasn't, no, really not, since he could remember he was weak and sickly, his mother had always protected him and kept him as close as possible, Ben pushed it to this chuckle-like behavior, which he had never really learned to defend himself, he had never had friends with whom he could have exchanged two blows without having to fear worse, he had never been allowed to see films in which violence happened, much less would his mother have allowed him the popular shooting games.Actually, he had never been particularly wild, he was a nerd, he admitted that much, but apart from studying there wasn't much he could do, sports or the like were out of the question, so he mostly sat in the library and studied .
When he looked after the boy, who almost knocked him over and hadn't heard a word of apology, he envied him, he felt the scent of freedom when he looked at him, freedom from this limp body, freedom from his mother.
He rubbed his eyes, it was enough of the daydreaming now, he had to go to class, lessons would start soon.

When Diana kissed her father on the cheek as she was saying goodbye, she realized that she would be late, the lesson should be three minutes, so she opened the door and got out quickly. "Shit ... shit ... shit," the pretty girl cursed, her brown hair shining in the sun, she had actually been in a good mood, at least until now, she didn't want