Resident Evil: My Part of the Story...
Chapter 1-Just the begining!
Racoon city........
"Yes, thats the name of the city I live in! Well, at least it was......." is what I would say to people and my kids. I was just a citizen just living their on vacation with my grandparents for a few months.A fun and nice town with of course nice people. Always waving hello, yelling,"Hello Mark!" or "S'up Mark? The weather is nice today isn't it?" Yeah, some nice people in a nice town! Wait...no...that that one day, that one day after a couple of months after the explosion way up in the mountains. They would moan and groan, with their hands up toward you, staggering...I'll explain that later.
Anyway, I worked there as a weapon officer at the Racoon City Police Department with the S.T.A.R.S team. Well, not exacly with them but close. I was always good when it came to guns. I always went hunting with my day, wolf, bear, dear, ducks, peasents, tigers, and even elphantants! He had died 4 years ago though, my mother died 1 year ago too. So i was stuck with my Umcle and my Aunt. They lived in upstate N.Y. My Uncle was a pro-hunter too and taught me everything about guns from maintncing to polishing and from machine guns to rifles! My Aunt was a great Cook, her dream is to own a resturant. I think thats a good idea. Anyways, went away to see my grandparents for a couple of months.
At the S.T.A.R.S was mixed with different kinds of people. Like Chris Redfield, a tall man with giant mucles, red hair trimed down to almost 2 inches from his head, had a deep but powerful voice. He lost his temper a lot, short fuse but I don't get in his line of fire for sure!. Than there was Jill Valentine, young looking girl with brownish hair, cute but not for my likes, to old for me anyway. I really liked Barry Burton for sure, like a master to me, just like my Unlce, split image of him, tall with a beard, good with all kinds of guns, I like to call him the specialist when i refer to him with other gunmen or people. He was very loyal to his Colt magnum. He kept 2 of them, one in the office upstairs in the closet with a gernade launcher, and one with him all the time. He tells me this info a lot and I go upstairs a bit for the guns to maintnence. Then, there was that Forster guy, scary guy with tatoos all over him, very interested in explosives, and big wepons like rocket launcher or gernade launchers. Than Rebecca Chambers, a cute looking girl, young and maybe a bit older than me, crazed about chemistery! Richard Aiken, didn't see him anytime, once just before the leaving of the Bravo team to go to the Arkalay Mountains for wepaons and ammo, a middle aged man. Than, I also heard about Enrico Something, I saw him walking in the hall once but walked into a door once I saw him, a bit old, maybe Spanish or Mexican. Then there was the other guy, Kevin I beleive, never saw him before, Rebecca mention his name once.
But that one man, that one member, Wesker, a cool man with a cool voice, wears those black shades of his. Man, I can't trust him one bit, I think he is up to something. Than that Irons boss, he is mean, cold hearted, I can't cathc him in a good mood, yelling screaming, weird! Always talking to someone, especially Umbrella Corp., what is with him and them?
Ok, now only 2 days away till my birthday and I was 20, and it happened. If we would only listen to the surviving S.T.A.R.S members, I beleived them a bit about Wesker and the monsters but the dead? No...Yes, they were true......
Boom! I was hiding in the S.T.A.R.S office when I heard something crash. Helicopter or something, I don't know. I got up and grabed my knife and keys to the building and my work area and storage area where some remaining weapons were, handgun, assult rifle, Uzi machine guns and tons of ammo. There was also my prized weapon, my hunting rifle. I couldn't leave without my last memory of my father and my mother. I went out into the hall, ready to slash at anything. Clunk, the door shut, the hallway clear. I locked the door behind me and headed for the stairs.
On the way there, I had managed to get pasted most of the zombies but I had to take 2 down. My blade was covered in blood, I wiped it off with a cloth, still sharp, cut through almost anything. I headed down the blank, cement stairs into the basement. I stopped dead in my tracks and heard silent clicks.........What ran hit me felt like a tun of bricks and a shock of lightning, THE DOGS! I ran over to the door across the stairs, not loong left or right, getting the keys out and found the right one with my trembling hands. I didn't have the key card wich would have been much faster but he survived with the key as he put it in and turned it. The clicks were running faster! I opened the door and slammed it shut behind me as something jumped by me, a black, with some red spots, blur! I was in the Armory at last, safe from danger.