Racoon City 1730.
Alice had just upholstered the shotgun out of the police car. The city was
a mess. How long was I in there? How did this happen? Why?
Alice slowly walked the streets keeping her ears peeled for any sound. Alice knew that the monsters of the Hive are now lurking the streets. It was still day and Alice thought best that she find shelter before nightfall.
Alice turned her head and saw a gun shop. Alice saw the windows were smashed and there was blood on the broken glass. Alice turned and entered the shop. Inside was a complete mess, there were used bullets on the floor and bloodstains. Alice saw there were no guns on the shelves. "Shit." Alice said aloud.
Alice looked under the counter and to her relief, there were Shotgun Shells. "Thank you god." Alice grabbed a handful and put them on the counter. She pulled out handfuls by handfuls. Then she realised that there were no pockets on her to store them. Alice franticly looked around the shop. Anything would do, a store bag would do at the moment.
Then she saw a corpse on the floor, a middle aged man bitten to death. His shirt was completely covered in blood and he was holding a Magnum handgun. Alice looked down and saw a belt around on him with pockets on them for storing ammunition. Alice felt her heart pump with relief. She just had to take it off first. Alice slowly went down to her knees and turned the man over on his back. She tried not to look at the mans eyes as that would distract her from this already difficult job. Alice began to undo the belt buckle; Alice did this very slowly. Alice undid the buckle, then grabbed a knife from the shelf and cut in to his pants so the belt would come right off.
Then the man shot up screaming, a zombie. Alice quickly shoved the knife right though his skull and watched him go back down. It took a while for Alive to start breathing at a normal rate. She should have expected that.
Alice then pulled the belt away and put on. She then opened one of the pockets and put all the shells in. Alice then got out of the store. And walked down the street.
Tom was sitting in his apartment looking though the small gap on his boarded up windows. He was the night look out. Tom owned this apartment building, he let survivors from the streets stay here while waiting for a rescue. All of them get medical treatment and shelter. Tom was a very paranoid man, luckily he kept a lot of tinned food and stuff just in case the end of the world was around the corner.
Tom over the past few days had seen things that could turn your shit white. He was so scared but he was well-intentioned letting all these people stay. His hands were so sweaty from hugging that shotgun for so long.
Unfortunately, the only means of escape was Tom's two-seated convertible in the down stairs Garage. None of the others knew, as a riot would over rule them and they would all die. Tom watched as one of those skinless creatures on all fours ate a fresh corpse on the street. Tom had his shotgun at the ready just in case it decided to attack the building.
"Are you ok?"
Tom turned to see William. "Jesus William, don't do that."
"Sorry, what are you doing?"
Tom turned back to see the creature had gone. "Shit, it's gone."
"What's gone?" William asked.
"One of those four legged things with no skin."
William pulled a chair and sat next to Tom. "It won't come back, it's hunting. If only I knew that my employer was doing these experiments, I would have left years ago."
Tom relaxed a little, talking about it did help Tom a bit. "What was your job there William?"
"I worked in the chemical labs, I was working my way up to the top as well. Pity such a thing happened."
"So you were known as Dr." Tom didn't know how to finish that. He never asked William for his last name.
"Birkin, Dr. William Birkin. My wife and daughter are somewhere out there." Tom turned now; he needed anything to get his mind off the monsters and Zombies.
"Do you think there dead?"
"No. Sherry is too cleaver to get killed by mindless zombies and my wife is in a safe location."
"Yeah, well. I hope your right pal, I really do."
"Thank you."
"Yeah you should have seen what went by the building a couple of hours ago." William turned in curiosity. "What?"
"Ok, this isn't a joke. I saw this huge, maybe 7 1/2 feet tall monster. He was wearing."
"It had clothing on?"
"Yeah, leather, he had a scar going down one side of his face and a huge purple vein coming out of his right shoulder."
William got up. "Where are you going?" Tom asked.
"Bathroom." William replied.
Tom carried on looking out the window, it was nearly dark. And Tom knew it was going to be a long night.
William went back to his room. "Stupid assholes. The Nemesis shouldn't have been realised yet."
William sat next to his bed. William always talked to himself when nervous or happy. Some would call it a sign of insanity, William called it power. It was power that he spoke to himself with out the embarrassment.
"The STARS team should be in for a surprise though, a big deadly surprise." William said to himself.
Alice slowly walked the streets keeping her ears peeled for any sound. Alice knew that the monsters of the Hive are now lurking the streets. It was still day and Alice thought best that she find shelter before nightfall.
Alice turned her head and saw a gun shop. Alice saw the windows were smashed and there was blood on the broken glass. Alice turned and entered the shop. Inside was a complete mess, there were used bullets on the floor and bloodstains. Alice saw there were no guns on the shelves. "Shit." Alice said aloud.
Alice looked under the counter and to her relief, there were Shotgun Shells. "Thank you god." Alice grabbed a handful and put them on the counter. She pulled out handfuls by handfuls. Then she realised that there were no pockets on her to store them. Alice franticly looked around the shop. Anything would do, a store bag would do at the moment.
Then she saw a corpse on the floor, a middle aged man bitten to death. His shirt was completely covered in blood and he was holding a Magnum handgun. Alice looked down and saw a belt around on him with pockets on them for storing ammunition. Alice felt her heart pump with relief. She just had to take it off first. Alice slowly went down to her knees and turned the man over on his back. She tried not to look at the mans eyes as that would distract her from this already difficult job. Alice began to undo the belt buckle; Alice did this very slowly. Alice undid the buckle, then grabbed a knife from the shelf and cut in to his pants so the belt would come right off.
Then the man shot up screaming, a zombie. Alice quickly shoved the knife right though his skull and watched him go back down. It took a while for Alive to start breathing at a normal rate. She should have expected that.
Alice then pulled the belt away and put on. She then opened one of the pockets and put all the shells in. Alice then got out of the store. And walked down the street.
Tom was sitting in his apartment looking though the small gap on his boarded up windows. He was the night look out. Tom owned this apartment building, he let survivors from the streets stay here while waiting for a rescue. All of them get medical treatment and shelter. Tom was a very paranoid man, luckily he kept a lot of tinned food and stuff just in case the end of the world was around the corner.
Tom over the past few days had seen things that could turn your shit white. He was so scared but he was well-intentioned letting all these people stay. His hands were so sweaty from hugging that shotgun for so long.
Unfortunately, the only means of escape was Tom's two-seated convertible in the down stairs Garage. None of the others knew, as a riot would over rule them and they would all die. Tom watched as one of those skinless creatures on all fours ate a fresh corpse on the street. Tom had his shotgun at the ready just in case it decided to attack the building.
"Are you ok?"
Tom turned to see William. "Jesus William, don't do that."
"Sorry, what are you doing?"
Tom turned back to see the creature had gone. "Shit, it's gone."
"What's gone?" William asked.
"One of those four legged things with no skin."
William pulled a chair and sat next to Tom. "It won't come back, it's hunting. If only I knew that my employer was doing these experiments, I would have left years ago."
Tom relaxed a little, talking about it did help Tom a bit. "What was your job there William?"
"I worked in the chemical labs, I was working my way up to the top as well. Pity such a thing happened."
"So you were known as Dr." Tom didn't know how to finish that. He never asked William for his last name.
"Birkin, Dr. William Birkin. My wife and daughter are somewhere out there." Tom turned now; he needed anything to get his mind off the monsters and Zombies.
"Do you think there dead?"
"No. Sherry is too cleaver to get killed by mindless zombies and my wife is in a safe location."
"Yeah, well. I hope your right pal, I really do."
"Thank you."
"Yeah you should have seen what went by the building a couple of hours ago." William turned in curiosity. "What?"
"Ok, this isn't a joke. I saw this huge, maybe 7 1/2 feet tall monster. He was wearing."
"It had clothing on?"
"Yeah, leather, he had a scar going down one side of his face and a huge purple vein coming out of his right shoulder."
William got up. "Where are you going?" Tom asked.
"Bathroom." William replied.
Tom carried on looking out the window, it was nearly dark. And Tom knew it was going to be a long night.
William went back to his room. "Stupid assholes. The Nemesis shouldn't have been realised yet."
William sat next to his bed. William always talked to himself when nervous or happy. Some would call it a sign of insanity, William called it power. It was power that he spoke to himself with out the embarrassment.
"The STARS team should be in for a surprise though, a big deadly surprise." William said to himself.