After Hours – A Resident Evil Story

Here’s something a little bit different.

Based on the Resident Evil game series, the following is a short story set between the events of Resident Evil and Resident Evil 2.

Have a read, and feel free to send me any constructive criticism over on Twitter @Olliemar28.

Note: Due to the constraints of WordPress, it won’t allow me to indent the new paragraphs.
Also, this is a fan created story – the Resident Evil property including character names and places belong entirely to Capcom CO., Ltd.

AFTER HOURS – A Resident Evil Story


Leaning his hands upon the window sill, Sam Myers anxiously glanced up and down the quiet, suburban street on the outskirts of Raccoon City. The warmth of summer was gradually giving way to the cool dampness of the coming fall, and grey clouds were forming to block out the sun. The weather made little difference to the residents of the area; since the dreadful incident in the nearby Arklay Mountains nearly two months earlier, parents refused to allow their children outside after school hours, and the street remained eerily empty.
Sam recalled the nightmare as if it were only yesterday. Listening to the radio every morning and every evening would bring fresh news of new disappearances and deaths, causing his heart to sink. Two of the victims – Becky and Priscilla McGee – lived only three doors down from himself, and were students of his before their lives were cruelly cut short by those lunatics up in the mountains. He could still hear the sound of their laughter as they rode up and down the road on their bicycles, their dog yapping at their heels.
Sam knew that one of the officers dispatched to investigate the mountains used to live nearby too, but her name kept escaping him. Jane perhaps, or Jill… Yes, Jill, that was it. She hadn’t lived in the area long, and as such he hadn’t gotten the chance to get to know her, but she seemed a good person nonetheless. He hadn’t seen her again since the incident had seemingly ended, but he’d heard that she and her team had been suspended from the force for gross negligence. He distinctly remembered the muffled boom of an explosion in the early hours of the morning, waking him from an already restless sleep. Word quickly spread of an apparent explosion nearby, but news anchors were apparently quick to steer clear of the subject in the days following.
Thinking of the girls again brought back an all too familiar lump in his throat. He looked down and exhaled, his breath hitching as he struggled to maintain his composure.
Come on Sam, get a grip…
He leaned his head back, closed his eyes and breathed in deeply through his nose. That’s better. He exhaled slowly through his mouth and opened his eyes, going back to peering through the window at the darkening street. Despite the tension within the community since the multiple deaths, life went on as normal as possible, and Sam was committed to tutoring a struggling student within his class after hours. Not the brightest of twelve year old kids, Katie Anderson was nevertheless enthusiastic and eager to learn, and Sam had gained a certain fondness for her in recent months.
Every Thursday without fail, Katie’s mother would drop her off at Sam’s at six in the evening, sharp. Never early, never late. Tonight, it was pushing six thirty, and there was still no sign of the clean, red Chevrolet pulling up next to the driveway. Something was wrong. They hadn’t even rung to say that they weren’t going to make it. Very unlike them.
The lounge door opened and Sam’s wife, Rachel, walked in.
‘For God’s sake Sam, I’m sure everything’s fine. Come sit down, you’ve been up and about all day.’
‘Something’s not right’, Sam replied. ‘It’s not like them to not at least call.’
Rachel flopped onto the couch and grabbed the TV guide next to her, flicking to the evening’s schedule.
‘Well if you’re really that bothered, why don’t you give them a call yourself? Or better yet, make a quick stop at their place on your way to the store?’
‘I’m sorry..?’
‘We’re out of wine’, said Rachel with a smirk.
Sam chuckled as he walked out of the front room. Rachel always knew how to brighten his mood, she had done for the last twenty six years. And she was right, after all. It wouldn’t hurt to quickly knock on and see if everything was okay. He didn’t like to intrude on their evening, but it would at least give him piece of mind. Hell, he might even stop by the video store on his way back, pick up one of the latest drama flicks on VHS and spend the evening with Rachel and a nice bottle of Merlot.
He picked up his car keys, pecked Rachel on the cheek (‘I’ll be twenty minutes, max.’) and strode towards the front door, feeling slightly better about the whole situation.


Driving through the darkening streets, Sam couldn’t help but feel that the estate seemed even quieter than usual, although upon turning a corner, he was almost certain he’d seen a figure sprinting in the distance. Perhaps even more peculiar, however, was that the street lights had yet to come on.
Strange… It’s gone seven, surely they’d be on by now..?
His concern was lifted when he saw the familiar Chevrolet parked up in the driveway on the right hand side of the street. He slowed to a stop in front of the neatly kept front lawn and put the car into neutral, turning the engine off. At least they were home. He didn’t know Katie’s parents all too well, considering, but he knew the Andersons were probably sensible enough to keep Katie indoors during such anxious times. After all, her mother Helen worked with the council, and her father David worked for the large pharmaceutical company Umbrella, which was singularly responsible for keeping Raccoon City up and running.
He hesitated as he went to open the car door; was he being silly? They must have simply forgotten about the tutor session this evening. Or perhaps they wanted to just spend the evening together, owning to the fact that so many families had been torn apart recently from the violence in the Arklay Mountains. Still… He had to check. His affinity for Katie had grown strong, and Sam almost saw her as the daughter he never had. After Rachel’s miscarriage three years earlier, he desperately longed for a child, and Katie felt like the closest he could ever get. The feelings were apparently mutual too, with Katie opening up to Sam only a week prior.
They were sat in Sam’s dining room, papers and stationary littering the table, Sam nursing a cup of coffee and Katie a large glass of lemonade. Sam had noticed immediately that Katie’s heart just didn’t seem into it that evening.
‘Is something that matter, Katie?’ Sam asked.
‘Nuh uh… I’m okay.’
‘Now, come on.’ Sam laid his coffee down on a coaster. ‘I may be getting as ancient as the folks we read about in History class, but I know an upset child when I see one.’
Katie smiled slightly. ‘It’s just… The other kids found out today about the tutoring sessions I have with you. They… They say I’m stupid.’
‘I see. Well, you know there’s no shame in asking for extra help. We all need it at some point in our lives, however much we try to pretend we can do it ourselves. And let me tell you something else… When you’re older, being smart is cool!’
Katie snorted. ‘You’re lying, Mr. Myers’
Sam rested his hand on Katie’s shoulder. ‘I’m not, Katie, I promise you that. Look, I know being popular in school may seem like the most important thing in the world right now. But trust me, it’ll fly by. And before you know, you’ll be studying at the prestigious Tall Oaks Ivy University, making friends who will appreciate you for the wonderful person you are!’
Katie tried to smile, but still looked downcast. ‘I guess so’, she said.
‘Have you discussed any of this with your parents at all?’ Sam asked.
‘No. They’re always too busy to listen.’
Sam felt a certain warmth in his heart. ‘Well, I’m glad you told me. Now… The Statue of Liberty came to America in the year..?’
‘Perfect! And it came from..?’
‘Excellent, Katie! we’ll make a historian of you yet!’
Katie laughed, her cheeks blushing with embarrassment.


Looking out of the car window towards the Anderson household, Sam smiled as he pictured Katie’s beaming face the previous week. He cast aside his hesitation and stepped out of the car. Students like Katie made his job worthwhile, so a quick hello to make sure everything was okay would allow him to sleep soundly at night.
He walked up the driveway and immediately saw something that made his heart drop with fear; the front door was slightly ajar, and parts of its surface were discoloured by smears of vivid red paint.
No, not paint… That’s blood.
Sam stopped dead mid-stride, his eyes wide and his palms damp with sweat. He knew the sensible thing to do would be to head over to one of the neighbours and call the police, but adrenaline took over and he stepped cautiously over to the front door.
Standing directly in front of the door, Sam knew without a shadow of a doubt that it was dried blood coating its surface. He swallowed and raised his shaking hand to push it open. The moment he caught a glimpse of the hallway, a rancid, decaying smell hit him like a tonne of bricks. He doubled up and gagged, holding his palm up to his mouth, his forehead now drenched with sweat.
Keeping his hand over his mouth, Sam stepped into the hallway, filled with dread. Ornaments had been knocked off the bookcase to the right, and a picture showing the Anderson family at the beach was lying on the floor, its glass surface cracked like a spider’s web. The door to the kitchen ahead was slightly open, and Sam could faintly hear a low groan along with an odd wet, slimy sound. He slowly crept ahead, barely daring to breathe.
When he opened the kitchen door, Sam was almost bowled over by a utterly nightmarish scene. Directly in front of him lay the decimated corpse of Katie, a gaping hole carved out of her stomach, her intestines folding out onto the floor like worms. Her eyes remained wide open, staring up at the ceiling in perpetual fear, trickles of blood flowing from her mouth.
Sam could barely tear his eyes from the lifeless body of his former student. He felt sick, his heart thumped rapidly in his chest and his vision became blurred. Finally looking up, he saw a man crouched in the corner, his head lowered down onto the body of Katie’s mother, Helen. Like mother, like daughter, Helen’s body was ravaged with holes, a dark pool of blood forming around her torso. Sam was horrified when he realised that the man above her was none other than Katie’s father, David, and he was was eating his wife’s flesh.
Sam keeled over and vomited over the floor. At the sound, David raised his head and slowly turned around; only it wasn’t David anymore. Stu stared at the creature ahead of him, incapable of comprehending what he was seeing. Its skin was deathly pale and its eyes were sunken and clouded over to the point where the pupils were nearly invisible. Worse still, flaps of skin were dangling from its head, and Sam was certain he could see its skull through a huge hole in its forehead. Blood coated its lips, and bits of Helen’s stomach fell out of its mouth as it emitted a chilling groan. It slowly stood up, moving towards Sam at the same time, its arms outstretched.
Sam backed away with horror, but he slipped on Katie’s blood, causing him to slam headfirst into the kitchen door, closing it shut. He slid down onto the floor, dazed, trying to focus on the monster advancing towards him. He reached up to the door handle to open the door whilst attempting to leverage it to help him stand up. His sweaty palm slid off and smacked against the floor.
Before Sam could reach up again, the creature fell on top of his chest, knocking the wind out of him. It opened its ragged mouth wide and brought it down hard into Sam’s neck. Sam cried out in agony as the creature bit down into his flesh, blood spurting out in all directions.
He tried to push the creature off, but it came away of its own doing, bringing a huge chunk of Sam’s neck along with it. Panicking and delirious, Sam brought his hand up to the soaking hole, trying to stem the flow of blood. As he did, the creature brought its mouth down again, this time directly onto Sam’s right eye.
Before too long, Sam felt nothing at all. The last thing he saw from his one remaining eye was his own tongue hanging from the creature’s mouth.
He blacked out and died soon after.


It was nine thirty.
Rachel tried ringing the Anderson’s house phone for the fifteenth time.


No one discovered the bodies lying in the Anderson residence.
Just hours later, the number of zombies and monsters multiplied at a exceedingly rapid rate and Raccoon City soon became completely overrun.
The lone walking corpse of David Anderson continued to pace around the kitchen as the scorching fire of a nuclear bomb ripped through the city and surrounding suburbs.

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