Residual Evil(s): Dark Matter

A Story by Abishai100

A force for valor contends with a darkened Earth (America) crawling with masked devils possessed by eternal specters of sheer insidiousness, requiring 'incomplete-distances' to (outright) Hell.

A fanfiction of the iconic Resident Evil franchise, which includes comics, games, and cinema.

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AMLAN: I got the newest Evil comics issue, pals.

MARCUS: We may hide here (forever) in this Courtyard (Windy-City), no?

EZZY: There's plenty of stalking creatures of possession requiring our hero-fire(s), ok?

DANICA: Well, maybe we've earned some 'memoir' for 'FaceTime' era happiness?

AMLAN: Maybe (for bureaucracy).

Well, our valor-force of 4 heroes of American citizenship in a post-nuclear Earth (America) were finding a haven in a special Courtyard branch in the challenged Windy-City of 'erased' Bulls-Bears markets and were prepared to return to hero-fighting against zombies and possessed demon-warriors in masks, armed with special garage-designed purple-laser (argon?) light-swords of metal-cutting energization (wow).

AMLAN: I saw some ghoul sitting across the street in a silver-mask, smiling at me.

MARCUS: He must've eyed us walking in/out of the Courtyard as Evil-fighters, pal.

EZZY: This seems a wake-call for forsaking our vacation-experience.

DANICA: Bad for social media (bureaucracy).

The post-nuclear American city was truly darkened, and our valor-force of 4 (Amlan/Marcus/Ezzy/Danica) hoped to create special 'marks' for the contention with this surface-prowling pocket-clans of possessed hellraisers who made for a certain labeling of the Homeland as the (eternal?) dominion of a Resident Evil (even for social media and bureaucracy).

AMLAN: I got you this old-Earth magical shiny-opaque tea-set, wife.

EZZY: Who said Resident-Evil earth wouldn't offer hospitality-readings for lifestyle?

AMLAN: That demon hiding behind you in that alley right now (stand aside).

EZZY: I'll fantasize about our tea-party politics (later), then.

Of course, to endure this form of darkness in Earth, our valor-force of 4 (Amlan/Marcus/Ezzy/Danica) had to 'reach' the special bright-faces and beautiful-minds of those considered 'overground' respectables, those who'd not been sucked into the Hellmouth(s) of this Resident Evil Homeland, and those who didn't create that new Great Depression of deflated arts for street-vigilantism materialities (for art?).

AMLAN: This last 'clash' was quite the rave, even for our imaginations, pals.

MARCUS: More casualties, more destroyed evils, more memoirs of Homeland chess?

EZZY: We've become the soothsayers of a new brand of Christianity, arguably, pals.

DANICA: I wonder what the Beatles would make of such 'American' bureaucracy-IQ?

AMLAN: Excellence in photo-synthesis (arguably!).

Our Resident Evil contending valor-force of 4 (Amlan/Marcus/Ezzy/Danica) now had to negotiate with a new type of warlord in the Windy-City (Homeland), a horn-masked wearing (possessed?) hellraiser who went by the name Endymion and who considered all this Resident Evil 'consciousness' an art-print for inventions in profit and capitalism-race 'chess-stalemate' paranoia. However, Amlan out-matched him in a simple game of maze-math (Othello) and forced him to 'draw' a cyber-comment about Obsidian insurance (ha).

Darlings (Amlan/Ezzy) made 'toast' for their 'cool' defiance of Endymion with a 'toast' for an old-Earth world-exchange symbolic culinary-treat soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) highlighting what'd made their work(s) in Homeland (Resident Evil) math a 'write(s)' for superstitious saber-bureaucracy (life).

DANICA: What a cool memory of that old-Earth hope of choreographed intelligence.

MARCUS: Tom Cruise was the best, very best, before we couldn't ID any hero-art(s).

DANICA: Thanx (for social media).

Amlan and Ezzy and Danica and Marcus returned to their Courtyard one dawn after a night of warring with masked devils in the challenged Homeland (Windy-City) and thought about adapting one of these 'misadventures' into a photo/graphic image-story about those wrought distances to (outright) Heaven (wow).