Marvel Vs. Capcom
Frank West Logs
A couple years ago, I became well known across the world after getting stuck in an undead-infested mall and writing a detailed report on it all. So it's no surprise that I'm being called in to report on a similar outbreak in some Racoon City. They know that I can hold my own if things go awry, but they also know that no one else is hiring me and that I'm desperate. They know that they can hire me for cheap, and have no choice but to accept it. I know this too, and I have no complaints. I don't usually take jobs like this, I'd typically go out on my own and sell the news after, but now I need the money, quick.
I am Frank West, a freelance photojournalist from the US. There's not much more to me. I'm 48 years young, and I love my job, at times. I've heard this job will be more dangerous than the last one, so I'm writing this as I go. In case I die, I'd like for the story to get out regardless, and with my credit.
I'm now arriving in Raccoon City. I was told to "look out for Chris, and stay by him the whole time" by my employer. The helicopter soon halts, and I'm left on the roof of a building as my ride flies away.
*An aside about my employer: He was a bit sketchy, and left his name anonymous. I was desperate when accepting the job, as I said before and didn't think much at the time. Maybe I should've.*
I can only assume that the man a few buildings away, wearing military esque garb and shooting undead folks is Chris. I pull out my camera and take a quick picture of him in action, though I think the flash alerted him. He's looking my way, and I wave to him, though it doesn't look like he's waving back, in fact I think he's making a gesture in which the palm of his hand is colliding with his face. I begin to hastily make my way down the side of the building, and rush over to catch up to him.
"Hey, are you Chris?" I ask, holding up my camera to take his pictures.
"Yes, I am Chris Redfield. Put that thing down, you'll only attract them. Now, who are you, and what brings you here?"
I take a quick pic of him up close, before complying and putting the camera down. "I am Frank West-" I explain my situation to him.
Chris did the gesture again. I think it was a sign of disappointment, that or annoyance.
"You took a job from an anonymous source without making sure it wasn't a trap?"
"Hey kid, I was desperate. It doesn't matter now. Just lead me through the city, I'll take some pictures, maybe find some explanation for this mess, and then I'll be gone, okay?"
Chris sighs and begins leading me along. He swiftly slices at, punches, and shoots any zombie in our path, and I take pictures. It seems these things are frequently attacking, I'll have to find myself a weapon…
….Weapons I have found. Searching an abandoned store, I managed to grab a machete, a golf club, and a baseball bat.
I shall update once again when something noteworthy happens, but for now, Chris and I are still trudging along.
Portal opened up. Chris tried to run away, I moved forward, taking pictures. This was a bad idea.