dead woman walking- RESIDENT EVIL DR
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this is mainly just pre & during RE2 events. Not the whole chronology I planned for my DR! šš»
!!! first of all, I'll kindly request you to not comment and scroll down if you don't know a shit about this franchise, and here to start a drama about me having a "killing/ horror dr". No shiiii, I'm shifting to get eaten by literal feral undead and stuff, that's my fantasy. š¹ Y'know, no self protection, nor survival at all. Zombies can eat me obviously š«¶š» gtfo pls.
february 3rd, 1998- the precise date of the notorious, brilliant assistant from MĆ¼nchen, it was said she had a degree in bioengineering; genetic modification & virology. Thus, when she was assigned to work alongside the Birkins, she was deemed a perfect fit for the position. Noelle Hartmann. That was the name of the young researcher who had crossed the globe just to chase her dream like the other enthusiastic virologists her age. The US branch of the Umbrella Corporation, nestled beneath and upon the misty lands called Raccoon City, with both its underground facilities and surface laboratories,, this Midwestern paradise, was the perfect place for that.
She was undoubtedly attentive, pretty curious about this new, man-made wonder of a virus, none other than "The Golgotha Virus" , William Birkin's new project which he protected & nurtured more than he ever did his own daughter.. ironically, this former prodigy sacrificed his entire life for this creation, on his way to becoming a god, he relentlessly chased this ideal. He was catching stars, running on conspiracies, behind closed doors, he was taking notes of his one and only, dearest G-virus, an obsession that cost him his sanity, youth, friends, family, and future.
"THIS IS MY LIFE'S WORK!"
Noelle Hartmann. An alleged genius, she had studied this field for what.. nearly a decade, or so they said, tch, the superiors had made promises just to secure her this critical position, & she was adamant, passionate. But also low-profile by preference. something so interesting about this young woman, however, no one batted an eye at her, at first. Amongst these extremely egotistical, overachievers, flying high, oh- MAD MEN, she remained silent. Observing the surroundings, being the good, reliable junior she was. Working with Annette Birkin, wasn't as easy as she thought. The woman who sensed lies a few sealed doors away, went crazy just to keep her husband in check, but could she succeed? Annette.. the funny thing about this highly intelligent scientist who'd manage to make everyone in the room and beyond nervous, she was quite resentful that she even let this...haughty, European greenhorn researcher step into her lab.
What did the USS exist for? Just to expell little rats like her. She was a mole. Probably a disgusting spy that wanted to steal the G for her own benefit. Annette began to plot long before the outbreak in Raccoon City ever happened. She had decided to take down this traitor along with the rest. Umbrella would notice anyway, so why not report her? It wasn't as if she hadn't done something like this before anyways.
"Annette, what the hell?" snapped the other senior working on genetic mutations and the host efficiency of the virus. Sure, this might have sounded awkward,nwhy would anyone suspect the newbie? Not a newbie, though, she had been here for what.. 7 months? Barely. She had been doing good since. No one understood why Mrs. Birkin remained so hostile toward a kid? A kid. That was what Noelle was to the older researchers. Nastier.. more guilty, crude even. Others.
"That's a bold accusation and you know that." She didn't care. Where was Sherry? Had she eaten anything? What about her school, or her own mental health,, how many hours had she been working again? "GET OUT OF THE DAMN LAB!??!! Well, what did she know ? That was easy, the exact phase of the G-virus and the number of anomalies observed within it. The potential they had fallen in love with. She was losing her husband! Didn't matter.. at all, cause this.. was his research. His life's work. He wouldn't hand over, anything. G was his creation. And nothing else mattered.
Hunk. A Kirkpatrick. The USS's Alpha team. Here cause.. they had known it all along. they always knew. William was plotting to sell this precious "Umbrella made" virus to the government. To the damn army, but what was made in this lab should've stayed in this lab. End of the conversation. As bullets struck this poor idealist to the ground, he bled & bled & bled out. His entire briefcase full of samples were gone just as easily. Who betrayed him?.. His wife..? No. Allies? No way. Who overheard?! ALBERT? Absolutely ridiculous, no. Only the last of those precious samples remained in his palm. One shot to the heart, and he was turning.
The USS was also after this.. ambiguous traitor in question, they'd have already struck her down if she had been within reach, completely unaware of the awaiting dread coming their way. A new dawn, and with it, the beginning of the end.
"September 30th, 1998. It's a day I'll never forget." The whole city was overrun with undead. Raccoon hospitals filled with patients complaining of the same symptoms, it never ceased, not even for a day. The chaos had only just began, S.T.A.R.S. had already disbanded.. the ominous destiny of this Midwestern land was already looming over its residents. And this quite flawed, inexperienced, docile looking agent happened to be in the city at that time. What a chance. Lucky girl, had to lurk beneath the sewers, hide inside the contaminated corridors of the NEST, for what felt like a week, oh, and it was a week. Exactly a week.
Amongst the dread, the overwhelming response of her own physiology, she was all alone.. and Annette.. didn't say anything hostile. She was willing to cooperate in order to survive. Which seemed, quite miraculous in the end. She would never do something like that, after having accused her very own closest assistant with betrayal.. fate decided to flip its coin again.
She met this pretty juvenileā puppy eyed rookie police officer, Leon S. Kennedy. Being newly arrived in this city, he had already seen some horrors above NEST, the RPD, the corrupt hellish station she always hated. Police Chief Irons.. she wondered where he was, hopefully dead. Though this baby cop called Leon.. He was onto something.. for sure. Why would he wander around the dirty, zombie & licker infested paths of the NEST? More importantly.. how the hell could he gain access through doors that required a high level staff permit, he needed a wristband! She never trusted him.. never, meanwhile he kept lurking in the labs.
Oh and, Claire Redfield. She was way more courageous than anyone Noelle had ever met during this overly terrifying havoc, she felt vulnerable. But this 19 year old college student had some huge confidence, alongside Doctor Birkin's daughter, sweet Sherry.. she was protecting her no matter what. This sight sure made her heart break a bit. Sherry Birkin was the little girl Noelle had known all along since day one, she used to wander around her parents,, many times met and interacted with her.. They bumped into each other here and there briefly, she aided Claire in some specific things.. that's all. Claire was a highly potent, quite capable girl to say the least.
Everything fell apart. Without Birkin's knowledge,, while Annette was away taking quite good care of her now beyond grotesquely mutated husband.. the young "researcher" managed to escape, somehow.
"You know, that was all I ever needed." All the data she could get on the G-virus. She collected a bunch, the things she saw.. her mental notes, close observations and contributions. Would they be enough? She never knew.. though she certainly missed a few details due to the allegations against her right before everything collapsed into the ground. When she decided to reveal her real identity, it was the time. Just for Leon to hand her this mesmerizing, freshly synthesized virus sample, she finally gained his trust after hours.. after explaining everything.
C-I-A, SAC division. So what, Annette had been aware of it all along. She was right, and everybody blamed her for accusing an innocent researcher of stealing her husband's work. Freaks. Erin Jovanov. So all along, this whole.. young virologist from a brilliantā prestigious facultĆ© ploy.. was just an act, a persona. Carefully crafted. Just for this fuckass mission. The government requested samples, to keep an eye on this mega pharmaceutical. Her goal was tracking of the data of this virus.. "the next step of human evolution". She grinned gently, while Leon handed the sample over her.
And oh.. Ada Wong. The mysterious, "golden hearted FBI agent who only aimed good, to bring Umbrella to justice with the help of the rookie". Erin had seen these before. No FBI agent under the name of "Ada Wong" registered really appeared in the database. No agent sent to Raccoon during this time, specifically. Sure she was one of them, in this operation, but she knew FBI didn't take care of these. She had been using the cop this whole time? Splendid manipulative work. Quite deserving of applaud. The NEST started to crumble, the self destruction system of the facility was on, they didn't have much time left, and it was over... oh so over! Ada pulled her gun towards Leon.
"Tell me you got it." She requested it again.
"Before we do that.. i ran to Erin. She claims you're not FBI." The cop finally uttered the truth.
"Why couldn't you just hand over the sample?'' She was impatient. The clock was ticking, while Annette was drawing her last breath working over the Devil vaccine, for her only daughter's treatment...she was in her personal lab with Claire.. unaware of the fact that the G Virus had ingrained in Sherry's genome. She'd never be fully recovered from this curse she once got pulled in by her very own biological father.
A bullet on her shoulder,, fired from the woman injured, standing weakly in the back where Annette actually should've been. Erin tried, and managed to eliminate Ada.. just for now of course. She was one of the never dying women she met this whole fucking operation. Ada would come & go thanks to her lover John Clemens, a high ranking researcher within the facility.
What was left? Ada had fallen down, down the inner passages and roads within the huge underground facility. She probably.. perhaps would find a way out. Claire, Leon, Erin, oh and, sweet little Sherry.. somehow got rid of mutated William Birkin. They escaped the city. This hellhole would never be home to any of them anyways,, thanks to Leon, Erin's duty was finally completed. The very first, most essential one just to prove herself to her agency.. to coworkers.. all these months didn't go to waste. Thank goodness.
It was violent, gory, horrible. An average person would faint at least a few times, panic, their skin would crawl. But the Raccoon City disaster.. could never be told by mere words. You had to witness it yourself.
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