Resident Evil: The forgotten
Intro: Hi....My name's Maxcell... I'm 21, self employed... Me and my friend Dan own a weapons shop in south Raccoon city. We came to the city and started the business together and it's been smooth sailing ever since then. I love weapons..anything you can think of we got it...Or weapon genre that is. Swords, Guns, ANYTHING! We have them!.....But as much as I love weapons..I could never kill another man. But hell...it's kill or be killed in this hell hole of a city...I'd kill if my life was threatened but that's the only way. But I must speak quickly....because I think my time among the living is running out and this could be my last hour alive.I've never been this scared before..hell, I don't even think I've ever been scared.. I think Dan is slowly being pushed into insanity...I KNOW I am...but I gotta keep cool...Because I don't want to die...oh god..I don't want to die...
Key: (*.*)= thought ("..") =Dialog
It was about 5 in the morning. The sky was slowly turning blue over the city of Raccoon showing signs that the sun was about to come over the horizon. The street light were still on and the streets were quite empty. About five stories above the streets a faint sound of an alarm clock going of was heard close to an open window. A young man stirred in his sleep and looked over at it.
"Damnit...already?" He said as he rolled over and turned it off. He sat up and ran his hand through his hair and sighed as the faint breeze shifted the curtains of the window. He got up and walked through the dark unlit apartment and made his way to the bathroom. There he simply brushed his teeth and combed his hair back. When he was done he went to his closet and opened it and put on a large black t shirt and some cargo pants. He didn't bother taking a shower because he took one the night before. (If you had to get up that early you would to) He put on a waist length leather jacket and grabbed a key chain and a small 9mm pistol off the living room table. He walked out the door locking it behind him and walked down a slightly lit hallway with white walls. After he road the elevator down to the bottom floor he walked outside and stepped on the sidewalk. The streets were empty...they usually are empty at this time, but every now and then cars passed by. He walked a couple blocks until he got to a small corner store with a sign that read "Raccoon Armory". He sighed annoyingly when he saw the main lights were on. He pulled out his keys again and unlocked the door. He went through his keys again and unlocked the grating on the other side. As he stepped inside he fixed his eyes on another young man about his age sleeping at the counter with his legs propped up. He had brown hair that hung a little bit past his shoulders. It was tied in a sport braid and he had a tan complexion that matched his hair a little. He had on a white tank top white a pair of baggy blue jeans on. The young man that just walked in stepped in the light reveling that he also had brown hair and eyes. His hair has short and his complexion was a bit darker than that one the guy asleep at the desk. He walked over to the desk and slammed his hand down on it hard causing the guy sleeping to suddenly awake.
"Don't tell me you here all night." He asked with his eyes narrowed.
"Oh..hey, Dan. And..I guess I was." The guy at the desk replied.
"Damnit, Maxcell..." Dan said as he stopped and sighed. "Well at least the door was locked." Maxcell yawned and stood up scratching his head.
"Well, you're early..what's the occasion?" Maxcell asked walking over to a rack of swords.
"I've got an order to set..I'm getting a shipment of bullets coming in from Chicago. The guy I talked to said he'd literately GIVE them to us." Dan said putting his jacket on the coat rack behind the counter. "Rifle bullets at that."
"Are you serious? How much?" Maxcell asked taking an oversized odd shaped sword casing of the rack.
"Five crates...insane huh?" Dan asked with a chuckle. While he waited for a reply the sound of a blade being taken out of it's case was heard and he turned to face Maxcell to see that he was now holding and oversized single edged sword. On it's side the blade was about five inches in width. It had a small dragon engraved in it and the top was curved back making two sharp points on the tip.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?" Dan asked with wide eyes.
"A little something I ordered from a Chinese catalog..cool, huh?" Maxcell answered.
"Yeah but.wait a sec..how much did it cost!?" Dan asked with his anger in his voice.
"Uh..about two thousand." Maxcell answered putting the sword away.
"WHAT!? Two thousand!? Have you completely lost it!?" Dan asked slamming his hands on the counter.
"Nope...it was worth every cent." Maxcell said with a smile.
"And just WHO'S part of the salary is it going to come out of?" Dan asked with narrowed eyes.
"Don't worry..mine. You get to keep all your money." Maxcell said walking toward the back room. "And besides..you got that Colt python you wanted so bad. Don't I get to blow money too?" He continued with a little laughter.
"The Python didn't cost two thousand." Dan said walking in the back room.
The day went on like normally. They got around twenty costumers a day but that was normally. They day went on normally until about 11 at night...
Dan was behind the counter taking some rifles off the wooden rack and putting them in a wooden chest with a thick lock on it. The sounds of a television was heard from the back room. IT was completely silent until a loud beating noise was heard from the far side of the shop. Dan was a little startled by the sound a little but he maintained his composure and slowly turned to the main door. Maxcell walked from the backroom yawning and put a puzzled look on his face.
"What the hell is that?" He asked calmly.
"I don't know.." Dan replied. They both set silently for a couple seconds until a muffled voice was heard from the other side of the door.
"Help...please.." Without hesitation Dan dropped the box and started for the door. Maxcell reached behind his back and pulled out a Beretta 9mm and followed him quickly. Dan flung open the door reveling a man on his knees wearing a motorcycle jacket with a pair of baggy blue jeans. He skin was deeply pale and all the veins on his face and neck were highly visible. He collapsed on face down gasping trying to get any slight breath through to his lungs. Maxcell stepped outside and aimed the gun to the left and then to the right to make sure the man hadn't been followed by anybody. Once he saw it was safe he stepped back inside and locked the door escaping the cold night air. Dan had turned the man over on his back and had begun shaking him.
"What is it!? How can we help you!?" Dan shouted. The man's eyes begun to roll in the back of his head and he begun shaking violently and then he stopped and lied motionless on the floor...dead with his eyes open.
"What the hell..." Maxcell said kneeling down.
"I don't know.." Dan replied.
"A heart attack?" Maxcell asked with a confused look.
"Hell no..I've seen people have heart attacks before..and they never die like that. That was just...weird.." He said still staring at the man's corpse. Maxcell ran to the phone and thirty minutes after that spinning light were seen on the outside of the Raccoon Armory from three police cars and an ambulance. The wind blew hard and faint sounds of voices were heard on the street.
"And you say...he just died...end of story?" A police officer asked.
"Yeah..I mean...I've never seen anybody go like that. I know it's a weird ass description but...that's what happened." Dan answered with his arms folded. Maxcell stood behind him with his hair waving in the wind.
"Well..thanks. That'll be all." The officer said turned turning toward the large group of police cars parked out front.
"So do you mind telling me what happened to the guy!?" Dan asked.
"Well tell you after the autopsy...you guys do deserve to know after all." The cop replied.
"Listen...I don't care about that bullshit. I wanna know if that guy didn't have some shit that we could catch!" Maxcell added stepping forward.
"I'm sure he didn't..." the cop replied.
"Yeah! how sure!?" Dan snapped back.
"Almost one hundred percent. If that guy DID have something you would have had more than one body on your floor." The cop said walking away. "We've decided not to put up tape..it'd hurt your business."
"Wait a sec! What the hell are you trying to hide!?" Dan shouted after him. The cop ignored him and kept walking. "Hey! Do you hear me!?" Dan shouted on as he started after him. Maxcell grabbed him by the shoulder and stopped him before he got out of reach. They stood silently and watched the cars pull away until the last engine was out of human hearing reach.
"Something wasn't right about that." Dan said walking back toward the shop.
"let's just ignore it...it must not have been worth knowing." Maxcell said following him.
Apocalypse: The end of the world as mankind currently knows it....Does ever man have their own seperate Apocalypse?........To be continued.
Intro: Hi....My name's Maxcell... I'm 21, self employed... Me and my friend Dan own a weapons shop in south Raccoon city. We came to the city and started the business together and it's been smooth sailing ever since then. I love weapons..anything you can think of we got it...Or weapon genre that is. Swords, Guns, ANYTHING! We have them!.....But as much as I love weapons..I could never kill another man. But hell...it's kill or be killed in this hell hole of a city...I'd kill if my life was threatened but that's the only way. But I must speak quickly....because I think my time among the living is running out and this could be my last hour alive.I've never been this scared before..hell, I don't even think I've ever been scared.. I think Dan is slowly being pushed into insanity...I KNOW I am...but I gotta keep cool...Because I don't want to die...oh god..I don't want to die...
Key: (*.*)= thought ("..") =Dialog
It was about 5 in the morning. The sky was slowly turning blue over the city of Raccoon showing signs that the sun was about to come over the horizon. The street light were still on and the streets were quite empty. About five stories above the streets a faint sound of an alarm clock going of was heard close to an open window. A young man stirred in his sleep and looked over at it.
"Damnit...already?" He said as he rolled over and turned it off. He sat up and ran his hand through his hair and sighed as the faint breeze shifted the curtains of the window. He got up and walked through the dark unlit apartment and made his way to the bathroom. There he simply brushed his teeth and combed his hair back. When he was done he went to his closet and opened it and put on a large black t shirt and some cargo pants. He didn't bother taking a shower because he took one the night before. (If you had to get up that early you would to) He put on a waist length leather jacket and grabbed a key chain and a small 9mm pistol off the living room table. He walked out the door locking it behind him and walked down a slightly lit hallway with white walls. After he road the elevator down to the bottom floor he walked outside and stepped on the sidewalk. The streets were empty...they usually are empty at this time, but every now and then cars passed by. He walked a couple blocks until he got to a small corner store with a sign that read "Raccoon Armory". He sighed annoyingly when he saw the main lights were on. He pulled out his keys again and unlocked the door. He went through his keys again and unlocked the grating on the other side. As he stepped inside he fixed his eyes on another young man about his age sleeping at the counter with his legs propped up. He had brown hair that hung a little bit past his shoulders. It was tied in a sport braid and he had a tan complexion that matched his hair a little. He had on a white tank top white a pair of baggy blue jeans on. The young man that just walked in stepped in the light reveling that he also had brown hair and eyes. His hair has short and his complexion was a bit darker than that one the guy asleep at the desk. He walked over to the desk and slammed his hand down on it hard causing the guy sleeping to suddenly awake.
"Don't tell me you here all night." He asked with his eyes narrowed.
"Oh..hey, Dan. And..I guess I was." The guy at the desk replied.
"Damnit, Maxcell..." Dan said as he stopped and sighed. "Well at least the door was locked." Maxcell yawned and stood up scratching his head.
"Well, you're early..what's the occasion?" Maxcell asked walking over to a rack of swords.
"I've got an order to set..I'm getting a shipment of bullets coming in from Chicago. The guy I talked to said he'd literately GIVE them to us." Dan said putting his jacket on the coat rack behind the counter. "Rifle bullets at that."
"Are you serious? How much?" Maxcell asked taking an oversized odd shaped sword casing of the rack.
"Five crates...insane huh?" Dan asked with a chuckle. While he waited for a reply the sound of a blade being taken out of it's case was heard and he turned to face Maxcell to see that he was now holding and oversized single edged sword. On it's side the blade was about five inches in width. It had a small dragon engraved in it and the top was curved back making two sharp points on the tip.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?" Dan asked with wide eyes.
"A little something I ordered from a Chinese catalog..cool, huh?" Maxcell answered.
"Yeah but.wait a sec..how much did it cost!?" Dan asked with his anger in his voice.
"Uh..about two thousand." Maxcell answered putting the sword away.
"WHAT!? Two thousand!? Have you completely lost it!?" Dan asked slamming his hands on the counter.
"Nope...it was worth every cent." Maxcell said with a smile.
"And just WHO'S part of the salary is it going to come out of?" Dan asked with narrowed eyes.
"Don't worry..mine. You get to keep all your money." Maxcell said walking toward the back room. "And besides..you got that Colt python you wanted so bad. Don't I get to blow money too?" He continued with a little laughter.
"The Python didn't cost two thousand." Dan said walking in the back room.
The day went on like normally. They got around twenty costumers a day but that was normally. They day went on normally until about 11 at night...
Dan was behind the counter taking some rifles off the wooden rack and putting them in a wooden chest with a thick lock on it. The sounds of a television was heard from the back room. IT was completely silent until a loud beating noise was heard from the far side of the shop. Dan was a little startled by the sound a little but he maintained his composure and slowly turned to the main door. Maxcell walked from the backroom yawning and put a puzzled look on his face.
"What the hell is that?" He asked calmly.
"I don't know.." Dan replied. They both set silently for a couple seconds until a muffled voice was heard from the other side of the door.
"Help...please.." Without hesitation Dan dropped the box and started for the door. Maxcell reached behind his back and pulled out a Beretta 9mm and followed him quickly. Dan flung open the door reveling a man on his knees wearing a motorcycle jacket with a pair of baggy blue jeans. He skin was deeply pale and all the veins on his face and neck were highly visible. He collapsed on face down gasping trying to get any slight breath through to his lungs. Maxcell stepped outside and aimed the gun to the left and then to the right to make sure the man hadn't been followed by anybody. Once he saw it was safe he stepped back inside and locked the door escaping the cold night air. Dan had turned the man over on his back and had begun shaking him.
"What is it!? How can we help you!?" Dan shouted. The man's eyes begun to roll in the back of his head and he begun shaking violently and then he stopped and lied motionless on the floor...dead with his eyes open.
"What the hell..." Maxcell said kneeling down.
"I don't know.." Dan replied.
"A heart attack?" Maxcell asked with a confused look.
"Hell no..I've seen people have heart attacks before..and they never die like that. That was just...weird.." He said still staring at the man's corpse. Maxcell ran to the phone and thirty minutes after that spinning light were seen on the outside of the Raccoon Armory from three police cars and an ambulance. The wind blew hard and faint sounds of voices were heard on the street.
"And you say...he just died...end of story?" A police officer asked.
"Yeah..I mean...I've never seen anybody go like that. I know it's a weird ass description but...that's what happened." Dan answered with his arms folded. Maxcell stood behind him with his hair waving in the wind.
"Well..thanks. That'll be all." The officer said turned turning toward the large group of police cars parked out front.
"So do you mind telling me what happened to the guy!?" Dan asked.
"Well tell you after the autopsy...you guys do deserve to know after all." The cop replied.
"Listen...I don't care about that bullshit. I wanna know if that guy didn't have some shit that we could catch!" Maxcell added stepping forward.
"I'm sure he didn't..." the cop replied.
"Yeah! how sure!?" Dan snapped back.
"Almost one hundred percent. If that guy DID have something you would have had more than one body on your floor." The cop said walking away. "We've decided not to put up tape..it'd hurt your business."
"Wait a sec! What the hell are you trying to hide!?" Dan shouted after him. The cop ignored him and kept walking. "Hey! Do you hear me!?" Dan shouted on as he started after him. Maxcell grabbed him by the shoulder and stopped him before he got out of reach. They stood silently and watched the cars pull away until the last engine was out of human hearing reach.
"Something wasn't right about that." Dan said walking back toward the shop.
"let's just ignore it...it must not have been worth knowing." Maxcell said following him.
Apocalypse: The end of the world as mankind currently knows it....Does ever man have their own seperate Apocalypse?........To be continued.