Hey kiddos, Dragonbanesman here. So while I wait for TH3B1GBR0TH3R to upload his part of my Bioshock story, I thought I'd start up another story. As you could probably tell in the description and what category this was put in, this is going to be a Resident Evil fanfic.
Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil or any of it's characters and zombies except for the ones I created within this story.
Chapter 1: 'Coon City
Journal entry, October 3rd, 1997: 3 weeks... That was all the time it took for them to overtake the city, 3 weeks. At first, the virus was thought to just be a flu, the victims were coughing, puking, all the classic symptoms. Then, it got worse. People started dying, by the thousands, until half of the population was wiped out, and that wasn't even the worse part... -1st Lt. Leroy James Striker, National Guard
I closed my journal and stood up, I grabbed my AR-15 and kicked down the ladder from my makeshift rooftop campsite to street level and climbed down, I was running low on supplies so I had to go out scavenging. When I got to the bottom I immediately heard to of them. I aimed down my gun's sights and took them out, then continued on, this was gonna be a long night, just like every night...
Elsewhere...
Flesh, that's all I craved, all I wanted, all I hungered for, and I could smell it. I roared and revved my chainsaw to life, then ran towards the smell of the human, jumping from rooftop to rooftop. When I found him I jumped down to street level and started slicing the pig to pieces, man I loved the sounds of their screams, it was like music to my ears. My punier brethren started to move in, smelling my victim's flesh, I roared at them and cut them to pieces as they came, not wanting them to ruin my meal. Once I had wiped them out, I dropped my chainsaw and turned back to my meal to start feeding. This one's flesh could have done with a bit of cleaning and maybe something to season it, but I couldn't have asked for anything better. After I finished feeding I stood up and grabbed my chainsaw, then continued through the city, looking for more pigs to slaughter.
Back with the Lieutenant...
Scavenging was going well, I found some canned beans and a box of Twinkies. Once I had gathered all the supplies I needed, I made my way back to my camp. On my way there I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard roaring.
What the hell was that!? I gulped and continued onwards. I just hoped that it was too far away to worry about. I heard the roaring again, this time it was much closer. My eyes widened and I started sprinting, making a mad dash for my rooftop campsite. Just as I reached the ladder I could hear massive footsteps and the sound of a chainsaw heading right towards me. I climbed up as quickly as I could and pulled up the ladder so whatever it was wouldn't be able to follow me. I was safe, for now...
The monster below...
The pig managed to escape, for now.
No matter, he'll have to come back down to get more food, and when he does, I'll be waiting... I shut off the chainsaw and sat on the ground with my back leaned against the wall of the building. It was time to play the waiting game...