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Post by Koda89 on Apr 8, 2007 0:11:17 GMT -5
*A young man walks in through a solid metal door into a cold laboratory.*
"What is the status of the situation?", he said coldly. "Professor Kazar! Er....um....we don't exactly know what to report sir...", a young intern said fearfully.
"Don't worry about it, you and Joseph can take the rest of the night off, honey." The young man gently touches the face of the young itern.
"Please remember that tomorrow is our anniversary, Koda.", she said with concern.
"I will! I promise...."
"Ok.", she said with glee.
*The young lady and the young man that was with her leave the room. Koda waits until they are out of hearing distance, then Koda turns the frequency on a communication box and presses the talk button.*
"Jameson?"
"Yes sir?", a middle age man replies.
"Take them out."
"Yes sir!"
*Koda stands and waits, until the screams of his girlfriend and the loud crackling of gunfire come over the radio.*
"They were taken care of, sir!"
"Excelent."
*Koda turns off the radio and looks at the several monitors turned on in the lab.*
"I hope Wesker comes through with his promise.....else we're both dead...."
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Post by thebigboss91 on Apr 8, 2007 0:32:06 GMT -5
*Kyle just got out of work and is taking his usual walk home. he passes an ally where he hears a faint sort of muffled noised that he recognized as the sound of a silenced pistol*
"who's there?!"
*no answer, kyle walks towards the alley and fells something wet as he steps through the dark alley. he looks at the ground and sees blood everywhere.*
"Holy crap what happened here?"
*he keeps walking until he sees two body's, a man and a woman lying on the floor with bullet wounds in there chests. he goes to check for vital signs and realizes that they are dead. terrified, he turns and runs back to his home.*
"i have to go back and check that out."
*Kyle grabs his knife, his revolver and some extra rounds and leaves his house and heads back to the ally to check exactly what happened before calling backup*
*he gets back to the ally to find that the bodys are gona and so is the blood. wondering if he was just seeing things kyle decides to check out the building close buy to find out its compeatly abandoned*
"this is really weird."
*Kyle starts walking home wondering what he saw or if he is just seing things. when he is close to home, a mysterious man in a black cloak grabs him and pulls him aside...........*
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Post by mrsmiley4 on Apr 8, 2007 0:40:54 GMT -5
(Now you guys are going to have to remember, I've never played any of the RE games. Plan to get the Remake this summer though.)
Running through the woods like a rocket into space, Grant stops for a minute to catch his breath. It was about 20 minutes ago he decided to run, and he was still in the middle of nowhere. He sees a stream in the twilight, and is tempted to drink from it. "No, I cant. It might have been the water from this place that turned people into those....... things." He takes a sip from one of the 3 water bottles he has in his pack. "It's getting dark, I better find some shelter quick." Off in the distance, he hears something. "A Helicopter! That's my ticket out of here and back into the real world. And I can get away from those creatures before they can get me." He bolts in the direction of the chopper hoping to get out of here and keep his life.
When he gets close enough to see what's going on form a distance, and he sees some people getting out of the chopper. Grant was overcome with happiness and was about to shout out, but then one of the people who got out of the chopper screams like a little girl and is attacked by some dog creature. He watches in horror as the poor man is ripped into tiny shreds by the demon from hell. "HOLY f**kING nuts!!!!! I need to get the hell out of here NOW!!!" He screams in his head as fear and adrenaline take over. He sees the rest of the non-dead people running, and does the same thing in the same direction. A mansion comes into view, and he sees the mysterious people run through the front door.
A big chill runs down his spine when he hears barking coming form behind him in the distance. Thoughs awful creatures who took the lives of his friends would find him and kill him if he didnt act fast. So he ran around to the side of the mansion to look for another way in. "There IS a god!" Grant thinks to himself again when he sees a first story window open. He run jumps into the opening and lands on his feet. He locks the window like no tomorrow and hides under it. He takes a big breath of relief. He won this time, but he'll need to find thoughs other people to live.
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Post by Kumiko on Apr 8, 2007 2:26:57 GMT -5
The air outside was thick and muggy from the humidity. The rain fell heavily outside and for awhile, the shattering sound of the water hitting the roof and ground were the only sounds Greg heard as he stood silently in his sister’s room. Charlotte was silent as well as she began to pack clothes in a duffel bag.
“You’re serious…about this…aren’t you?” Greg asked in a teary voice.
Charlotte sighed heavily and refused to look at her brother straight in the eyes, “Yes…I am.”
“You know they’ll come after you. They’ll hunt you down like a fox on a fox hunt.”
“I’m quite aware of that, Greg,” she opened the dresser drawer and began to pull out a few pairs of socks. “But what do you want me to do? I can’t stay here and defend them.”
Greg turned away to make sure that she did not see the tear developing in his eye, “I know you can’t…I know that you don’t agree with that they do, but I just can’t stand the idea of something happening to you…”
She stopped packing and turned to him. She stood there for a second staring at the grown man sniffling. The site was depressing to say the least and the tension in the room began to build. She walked over to her brother and grabbed his arm. He looked down at her with misty eyes; she returned the gaze. “I’ll be fine,” she reinsured him. “You trained me well, Greg. I’ll be just fine.”
Greg wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly, “I know you will, but I still can’t help but worry. You’re my sister after all.”
She returned the hug, “I know and I understand. This isn’t easy for me either but I don’t have much of a choice. If I stay here, I’ll lose my sanity.”
“I understand…”
“I honestly don’t know how you can stay here and fight for Umbrella.”
“It’s all I’ve ever known, Charlotte. I don’t completely agree with what they do either, but it’s good pay. Plus you know as well as me that Dad can’t lose another.”
Charlotte went silent again. After a few moments, she spoke, “He never got over Mom, did he?”
Greg turned away from her and walked over to the open window, “No…And he’ll have a hard time getting over you running away like this. Have you told him?”
“Of course not!” Charlotte yelled as she returned to her packing. “He’s a Commander of my new enemy. Why would I tell him?”
“He’s going to want to know why you ran off.”
She stopped packing again, “I haven’t thought of something to tell him yet…I figured I’d…”
Charlotte’s words were cut off by an commotion in the distance. Both Charlotte and Greg looked at each other with fear and uncertainty in their eyes. “That wasn’t good…” Greg said stepping away from the window, his boots making heavy footsteps. “You need to get out of here now.”
“What?” Charlotte looked at him in bewilderment. “What happened?”
“I’m not sure but it sounded like gun fire.” He darted to the door and locked it. “I don’t like this. Random gun fire in the middle of the night? Something is wrong. I have a real bad feeling about this…Things are going to get crazy around here soon, I can sense it. If they assign you to a mission and discover that you’ve turned on the company…” Greg’s voice trailed off.
“Greg…”Charlotte took a step towards him.
“You need to get out of here now. It maybe risky and I really don’t like the idea of you leaving…But now maybe you’ll only chance. The guards are way from their posts.”
Charlotte quickly ran to the bathroom and grabbed her toothbrush, toothpaste, and hair brush. She dashed around the room, picking up things she thought she’d need quickly. While stuffing it all into her bag, she said, “I’ll contact you when I’ve settled.”
Greg nodded, “Alright. I’ll do what I can to cover your tracks.”
Charlotte threw the strap of the bag over her shoulder. She then strapped her survival knife to her right thigh; her custom handgun to her left thigh. She walked over to the open window and looked up at Greg, “Thanks, bro.”
With those words, she slipped out into the darkness.
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Post by mrsmiley4 on Apr 8, 2007 15:32:11 GMT -5
Grant feels the remorse of not staying home, safe with his family and friends. He knows no one now, the ones he knew were in pieces back on the bus or zombies by now. "Is the whole world like this now?", he says to himself. With the thought of everyone dead or a zombie he starts crying, and tries to stop so nothing can hear him. But he cant, so he keeps sobbing until his eyes hurt. He realized then that he's also bathed in cold sweat from running away form the demons. "Not everyone's a zombie, some people came in the chopper. I wish so much now that I just stayed away from that noise.", he tells himself as he takes a sip from a water bottle.
"Someone must live in this house, but I dont see why someone would build some fancy pants house with no road leading to it." In fact, he also remembers seeing no power lines leading into the house. "This place obviously has more to it then it seems." He looks around and sees where he is. It's a hallway, with bland tan and white stripped wallpaper and some stands with pictures and vases with flowers on them. The carpet is blood red, and it made him think of how dentist use to make their chars red so it would cover up the blood. "These people are obviously rich, with having no taste what so ever in decoration." He then noticed a camera, not pointed in his direction though. "I really hope these people arent crazy too.", he thinks.
Then he remember the other people that ran into the mansion with him. Who were they? Why are they here? Would they kill him if they saw him? Or can he trust them? All of the questions floated around in his mind, like some wreckage in a stormy sea. Which side it good? Was it the people who lived in the mansion? Or the people who came in the chopper? He would have to choose some time in the near future, he just hoped to god that he picked the right side.
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Post by firex on Apr 9, 2007 11:27:16 GMT -5
As Phoenix was walking down the road he felt like something horrible was going to happen but, he shook it off and continued down the road. Soon he found himself walking towards some sort of blockade on the road but, it was too dark to see what it was.
As he approached the blockade he realized that it was a car wreck and he could hear someone moaning. He rushed to the wreck checking to see if someone was hurt and found someone lying face down on the road and checked to see if anybody was alive but, only found a corpse
He stood up and studied the wreckage and tried to figure out what caused the accident then he heard the corpse moan. He quickly turned around and took out his knife and saw the dead person slowly got up. Phoenix was paralyzed with both fear and amazement because he knew this person was dead yet it is still somehow alive. He snapped out of his daze and raised his knife in case the undead corpse tried to attack.
The corpse slowly lurched toward him and with his knife Phoenix slashed at the corpse's throat. That only seemed to slow down the thing so Phoenix quickly attacked it three more times and it fell to the ground. Just to make sure it was really dead Phoenix smashed it's skull in.
Soon he found himself vomiting on the side of the road and then heard more moaning behind him and ran into the woods.
"What the hell were those things back there?" Thinking to himself "It was dead and alive at the same time!" Soon he came to a mansion. "I never want to see one of those things again." Said Phoenix as he walked in the mansion.
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Post by mrsmiley4 on Apr 10, 2007 16:32:43 GMT -5
Grant got up after about 20 minutes of sitting there. "I better not take any chances, I need to take out that camera. But how?" He thought hard for about 5 minutes before it hit him: use some rubber bands he had. He was going to make a slingshot out of them and shoot a sharp broken piece of the vase at the side of the camera lens. He went over and grabbed the vase in his hand and smashed it on the stand. Dirt, some water, and broken pieces of the vase went all over the stand to make a giant mess.
He took some rubber bands out of his backpack and stretched them across his right pointer finger and right thumb. It was really tight, and hurt a little. He grabbed a nice sharp and thick piece of the vase and pulled it back in the bunch. He tried not to pull it back too far or he might break the rubber bands. When he felt it was tight enough, he aimed. He then realized he couldn't do it from the direct side, or the piece might break on impact because of the plastic. He moved a little so he could see lens but not be in its vision. From taking archery in boy scouts, he knew it would arc. So he aimed a little high and let go. The sharp piece flew through the air like a plane and shattered the lens and broke the CCD sensor.
"Oh yah! Who's the man b!tch!?!?!" Grant felt on top of the world right now even though it was a tiny victory. He then looked around the corner to see a double door. "I'd better not stay here. Who ever was watching is going to send someone and then find me." He then examined the camera to see if there were any clues as to who owns it. There was a number on it: 94. "Well, there's at least 93 more cameras to deal with if this is its number." Then he checked the bottom and found a surprising discovery. It was an Umbrella Corporation symbol. "I didnt know Umbrella made security cameras. I thought they just made over the counter drugs and weapons."
He then looked back at the double doors and saw it was his only way out besides going back outside. "Well, going through thoughs door will change my life forever. Do I really want to do this? I haven't heard anything outside since I jumped in here." He then figured it was safer here then going outside. He also had a better chance of surviving inside then outside. He walked up to the doors, and put his hand on the cold yellow handle. "Well, good bye old boring Minnesota life. I'll never see you again." He turned the handle and opened the door.
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Post by Kumiko on Apr 11, 2007 22:29:53 GMT -5
Charlotte had been wandering in the darkness for about two hours now. She was cold beyond belief as the cool rain splashed against her exposed skin. She needed to wear something tight and light for easy movement, but she was begining to think that a tank top and low cut pants was a bad idea. Fear of getting hypothermia, or even a cold, stopped her in her tracks. If she got sick, she would only slow herself down. This caused her to take a drastic measure. She had to get someplace warm and dry fast.
She made her way to the country road that weaved through the mountains. She began to walk towards Raccoon City's outskirts; she knew there was a cheap hotel not far outside the city. The probelm was getting there.
Her boots made a load thud with each step she took on the wet pavement and carried her duffle bag over her right shoulder. Her highlighted burette hair blowing to the side as the wind gently blew. It wasn't a strong wind but it was enough of a one to make the night feel colder.
For awhile, all that could be heard was the rain falling through the leaves of trees and the occasional sound of an animal scampering away from the road; but the peaceful evening was brought to a stop as the low hum of a distance Jeep echoed. The forest lit up as the bright headlights came up over the hill. Desperate for a warm, dry place to sleep and a hot meal, Charlotte did the only thing she could do; flag the driver down.
It was a beat up old Jeep that was probably a bit younger than her. The paint had peeled off at some placed and there was a large bent in the back; one of the break lights had burnt out. The driver was about her age though. A young man with bleach blonde hair rolled down the window on the driver's side. "Hey there, cutie..." he grumbled in incomplete words, "Need a lift? Hicup"
The sense of fresh beer hovered in the car and on his breath. It made Charlotte curl her nose in disgust. I don't want to ride with a drunk, She thought to herself, but this maybe the only ride to the hotel.
"Sure...To the hotel just outside the city." Charlotte quickly said. She walked over to the passenger side and got in.
The inside of the Jeep was as bad as the outside. Stains that were years old were soaked into the seats. Bags from fast food resturants littered the back seat along with a few empty cans of beer. The man glanced over at her as she sat down. She could see his eyes looking at her from her feet up to her head. He gave her a wink before driving. She turned to the window with a huff.
The first minutes of the ride were silent. The man decided to break the silence, "So...What's a pretty think hicup like you doing way out here?"
Charlotte shot him a 'to go hell' look, "My car broke down."
"I don't remember seeing a car on the way here..."
"It was a side road."
"Why didn't you call someone for a jump then?"
"My cell phone battery died."
"Tough luck," He glanced at her again and grinned. "You poor thing...You know, I just got out of a bad relationship and could use a nice girl by my side..." He placed his hand on her knee.
Anger shot through Charlotte. She grabbed his hand and twisted it, "Touch me again and I'll break you hand off."
He pulled his hand back, "Watch out hicup. This cat has claws."
"How much have you had to drink?" She snapped.
The man smiled and began to laugh. It wasn't a normal laugh, it was a slap happy laugh, "More than I count."
"Pull over."
"What?"
"You heard me...Pull over now!" Charlotte quickly threw her arm behind her seat and unzipped her duffle bag. She pulled out a custom handgun and pointed it at the guy's head.
"Sh1t!" He exclamed as he slammed on the breaks. "What the hell are you doing with that?!"
"Oh, this?" Charlotte replied in an innocent tone, "It's nothing." She opened the door and stepped out while grabbing her bag. "Thanks for the lift, I guess. I'll walk the rest of the way."
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Sun was rising by the time that Charlotte arrived at the hotel. It had stopped raining half way through the night but her clothes were still damp. She was hungry and tired as well. She opened the door to the hotel lobby and planned to get a room till tomorrow. A day and a night to rest... She told herself.
There was an old man sitting behind the counter, drinking coffee and reading a newspaper when she entered the room. He looked up from the paper and looked at her. Her boots and bottom part of her pants were coated with a layer of mud.
"Can I help you?" he asked while hesitating.
"I need a room. For one." Charlotte walked up to the counter and sat her bag on the ground.
The man handed her a key, "That will be $50."
Charlotte dug her wallet out of her bag and paid the man before grabbing the key. That is when she caught sight of the box of donuts and begals sitting on a small table by a coffee machine.
"Go ahead and eat," the man said when he saw her staring at the food. "It's free to paying customers."
Charlotte did what she could to hold herself back from taking the whole box. She grabbed two cinnamon begals and a cup of fresh coffee. She grabbed her bag and walked to her room.
The door opened revealing a small hotel room with a single bed, a dresser, and a colored TV. She flipped on the lamp on the nightstand by the bed before bitting into a begal. Quickly, she ate the two and drank the coffee; she'd get a better meal after sleeping.
She unzipped the bag and pulled out a pair of red sweat pants and a white tank top along with a fresh pair of underwear. She sat a few personal care items (her toothbrush and hair brush) on the counter in the bathroom.
Walking into the bathroom, she got undressed and stepped into a hot shower. The warm water felt good on her sore muscles. After getting cleaned up, she brushed her hair out and brushed her teeth.
Feeling fresh and relaxed for the first time since last night, Charlotte sat on the bed. She picked up the phone sitting beside it; she had to let Greg know she was ok.
Her finger hovered over the dial as she tried to remember the number. When it came to her, she dialed. The phone rang once...Then a second time...Than a third....
"Hello?" Greg's voice came over the phone.
"Greg, it's me." Charlotte said.
"Charlotte?! Where are you?"
"Don't worry. I'm safe at the hotel outside the city."
Greg sighed in relief, "That's good..."
"What about you? How are you doing?"
"I'm dead ass tired...Been up all night worrying about you. I heard a couple of the Cerberi escaped and were lose in the woods..."
"I didn't see any."
"That's good. Well, I'm glad you're safe. Check in with me later...Someone is coming so I gotta go."
"Bye, Greg, and thanks for caring."
"You're my sister...Caring is what I do." With that, he hung up.
Little did she know that that would be the last time she would hear his voice.
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Post by mrsmiley4 on Apr 11, 2007 23:32:11 GMT -5
Ok, the next part involves the first character who meats Grant, or the first person who gets to the mansion first.
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