** Ok all, this is my first Resident Evil fanfic, so go easy on me okay?
Enjoy! ^.^ **
October 1, 1998
I have survived eight days and I have had some close calls with the vial monsters. They have tried to bite me, tear at my soft, human scented flesh. But they have always failed and will. I can't believe my luck in this, I just can't believe I survived this long. I know it might be useless writing this down, but hey, I may never survive after this. The sun is about to come up, and a new day will begin in the true meaning of hell.
I am sitting on top of the R.P.D. helipad writing this down. I can see most of the city from here and it looks so peaceful if you were looking through the eyes of a mad scientists. But, through my green eyes and the white hair that covers it most of the time, it is depressing, horrible, terrifying, and most of all, just pure evil.
Whoever has released this plague, needs to be punished. Because that person should be locked away or maybe murdered for his/her creation. Even though I'm only sixteen, and most call our generation a total loss, I don't think so. Just because we act out unlike most people is because we feel like, but we all still have feelings.
I have lost my entire family, all of my friends, even a girlfriend I think I was in love with. This thing has spread and destroyed n entire population of this city. Maybe there were some survivors. But certainly not many, that's for sure.
I remember when that woman with the blue top and black miniskirt had put them into a school gymnasium and that bastard opens the door because he thought someone else was alive. His screams are still ringing in my ears. That horrible howl of pain and agony before blood filled his mouth and he just gurgled. I had run, but everyone else had tried to help the poor dead man and they all had died.
I can't believe this happened to such a great town. Never in my wildest dreams would I though of this to come, ever. Look! There is a helicopter lifting up, but it's flying away from me, no, that can't be, come back, please, take me out of here; I am a good person.
There is a bright flash of light as something hits the middle of the city. My life ends here, now, in this hell. Maybe I wasn't a good person, that's why this is happening to me, that must be why. Well, I end this here and now, please, if by chance, someone finds this, please, pray for me and give this to my father in Las Vegas.
Writer,
Leon. S. Farfield
** Okay? What did you all think? Please Read & Review!!! I am planning on writing the before events that had happened, so please, tell me!!! **
October 1, 1998
I have survived eight days and I have had some close calls with the vial monsters. They have tried to bite me, tear at my soft, human scented flesh. But they have always failed and will. I can't believe my luck in this, I just can't believe I survived this long. I know it might be useless writing this down, but hey, I may never survive after this. The sun is about to come up, and a new day will begin in the true meaning of hell.
I am sitting on top of the R.P.D. helipad writing this down. I can see most of the city from here and it looks so peaceful if you were looking through the eyes of a mad scientists. But, through my green eyes and the white hair that covers it most of the time, it is depressing, horrible, terrifying, and most of all, just pure evil.
Whoever has released this plague, needs to be punished. Because that person should be locked away or maybe murdered for his/her creation. Even though I'm only sixteen, and most call our generation a total loss, I don't think so. Just because we act out unlike most people is because we feel like, but we all still have feelings.
I have lost my entire family, all of my friends, even a girlfriend I think I was in love with. This thing has spread and destroyed n entire population of this city. Maybe there were some survivors. But certainly not many, that's for sure.
I remember when that woman with the blue top and black miniskirt had put them into a school gymnasium and that bastard opens the door because he thought someone else was alive. His screams are still ringing in my ears. That horrible howl of pain and agony before blood filled his mouth and he just gurgled. I had run, but everyone else had tried to help the poor dead man and they all had died.
I can't believe this happened to such a great town. Never in my wildest dreams would I though of this to come, ever. Look! There is a helicopter lifting up, but it's flying away from me, no, that can't be, come back, please, take me out of here; I am a good person.
There is a bright flash of light as something hits the middle of the city. My life ends here, now, in this hell. Maybe I wasn't a good person, that's why this is happening to me, that must be why. Well, I end this here and now, please, if by chance, someone finds this, please, pray for me and give this to my father in Las Vegas.
Writer,
Leon. S. Farfield
** Okay? What did you all think? Please Read & Review!!! I am planning on writing the before events that had happened, so please, tell me!!! **