Something's Missing
In an alternate time line, some galaxy, far, far away, Frank West was once again outside Willamette Mall, in the park area. He felt a pang of nostalgia, for that matter, he felt a sense of déjà vu the minute he landed on the rooftop of this mall! It was strange, really. It was kind of a distant memory. Did he perhaps visit this mall when he was a kid? No wonder! Although…did a psychotic clown really try to kill him back then? He'll ask his pops once he gets his scoop. He couldn't call him now, though. He was busy killing the birds.
Oh yes, as soon as Frank heard the squawking of birds, he thought it was vultures. No, it was none other than parrots. Flesh-eating parrots. This town was getting weirder and weirder.
It would be understandable if it was vultures, but parrots? Frank heard there was a zoo in Willamette. What have they been feeding them!? Human flesh?!
He wished he could take a photo of the parrots. Yes, he smelled a scoop. But he couldn't take photos. He was a photojournalist was he not? Now he felt like a mere journalist – pen and paper. Frank didn't have them right now, either. Old granny Smith's dog, (whatever her name was. It wasn't very memorable) ate it. Like his homework ten years ago.
Wait…without pen or paper, he wasn't a journalist. And without a camera, he wasn't a photojournalist.
He screamed a feminine cry (probably because of the lovely floral dress he was wearing now). Did he come here for nothing?! Nothing at all?!
As to why he couldn't use his camera, is because he broke it when he fell on the rooftop. Frank landed on top of it. Don't be fooled, he was just pretended and made sound effects to fool people into thinking he was taking pictures.
And when Jessie wanted to see the photos, he simply solved it by sticking a picture on the screen and practically shoved it at her face, saying 'oh yeah, you're done looking at it right, uh huh, course you are,' and snatched it back. She caught a small glimpse of it, and seemed… confused.
'Uh, o-kay, those are some nice photos,' she replies shakily. 'T-that guy on the photo is a model, right? I-I think I know him.'
The picture was a ripped out poster from a store. She probably though he was gay. Especially the lovely dress he was wearing. Otis seemed to be eying his figure.
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Right about now, Frank West was chopping zombies in half in the mall, maddened at the way he screamed at himself upon trying to ride the car in the park, 'I have no time for joy riding.' Seriously? He felt like he rode that before, and it was okay to go joy riding.
He was also screaming mentally because every zombie he killed had green blood.
The reason?
The maker of this virus wanted to spice things up and freak people.
Oh yes, Carlito Keyes had always wanted to live on Mars. Although the gravity was too strong, Frank couldn't jump!
The End
A/N: Not as good as 'Frankly', but I can see I have greatly improved in my writing! Oh yes, I have pointed out some of the things in the Wii version… Parrots, that dog, no jumping, no camera (?!)… and the option of red, green, and clear blood.
Hmm, reminds me of Resident Evil 1… 'MUST BE CHRIS'S BLOOD JILL' (points at green puddle) 'WELL DUH BARRY I MEAN WHO ELSE.' Ah, good times.