Resident Evil: Gaines
Note: This is a RE fic where I am the main character. It's not because I'm unoriginal and can't think of my own characters (okay, so that may be some of it) but I just like the idea of seeing what would happen if something like RE happened in my humble *coughfullofpotheadscough* little town.
By the way, If you didn't know that I don't own Resident Evil, I should sic the Nemesis on your dumb ass. If you didn't know I'm a bad speller, read my other fics. Now. *something* Means that a character is having a thought, FYI ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Prologue: Evan Crawford was an ordinary teenager. He was six feet tall, 195 pounds. He had blue eyes, brown hair that was starting to turn black, much like his fathers. He had an average looking face (although he and his friends disagreed, according to his current love life, which was non- existent). And was slowly getting himself into shape by running. He went to high school. He hated high school. He had his friends, his health, his Ps2, a CD player, his favorite metal CD's. What more could he possibly ask for? Well, maybe a girlfriend, but first he needed to get the balls to ask a girl out. Evan had a nice comfortable bed that really hated to get out of, but forced himself to.
*I do on schooldays, that is* He thought to himself. *I love this summer vacation.* He really did, it was the vacation before his junior year and he finally got out of Mr. Kreudztfeldt's class. *Pronounced Kroy-tsfelt* he thought, mocking the man in his mind. *how one man could have such an anal retentive attention to detail, I'll never know.* Oh well, he had better things to do, like get into a deep, deep, sleep. And try to beat his own record of a one o'clock wake up time. "This is going to be a great few months, nothing could possibly ruin this" he said just as he drifted into unconsciousness.
And then he dreamt. He dreamt about the time when the entire world was watching one city. Raccoon City. He dreamt about his reactions to what happened.
He dreamt about how his friend had died in the blast that occurred that, (according to official news reports) was still undetermined, even after 2 years. Though most people blamed the attack on terrorists, Evan had the suspicion that something larger was going on, much larger. *Oh well,* he thought to himself, *it's not like it's any of my immediate concern.*
Besides he had more to worry about, like his job with Umbrella Inc. next week. Even though it was only minimum wage, he had jumped at the chance to get more money. Which he'd probably spend on CD's or video games or something like that. *Now how to get this Billion dollar corperation to give me more money* he often thought. Ahh, he'd just worry about that next week. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
See, told you I was the main character. I know it's short and pretty bland, but it IS just a prologue after all. Much more to come, including a name- that-song contest, some action, and even more characters!. Stay tuned. And you can review..... Now. Please. I beg of you to critique me.
Note: This is a RE fic where I am the main character. It's not because I'm unoriginal and can't think of my own characters (okay, so that may be some of it) but I just like the idea of seeing what would happen if something like RE happened in my humble *coughfullofpotheadscough* little town.
By the way, If you didn't know that I don't own Resident Evil, I should sic the Nemesis on your dumb ass. If you didn't know I'm a bad speller, read my other fics. Now. *something* Means that a character is having a thought, FYI ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Prologue: Evan Crawford was an ordinary teenager. He was six feet tall, 195 pounds. He had blue eyes, brown hair that was starting to turn black, much like his fathers. He had an average looking face (although he and his friends disagreed, according to his current love life, which was non- existent). And was slowly getting himself into shape by running. He went to high school. He hated high school. He had his friends, his health, his Ps2, a CD player, his favorite metal CD's. What more could he possibly ask for? Well, maybe a girlfriend, but first he needed to get the balls to ask a girl out. Evan had a nice comfortable bed that really hated to get out of, but forced himself to.
*I do on schooldays, that is* He thought to himself. *I love this summer vacation.* He really did, it was the vacation before his junior year and he finally got out of Mr. Kreudztfeldt's class. *Pronounced Kroy-tsfelt* he thought, mocking the man in his mind. *how one man could have such an anal retentive attention to detail, I'll never know.* Oh well, he had better things to do, like get into a deep, deep, sleep. And try to beat his own record of a one o'clock wake up time. "This is going to be a great few months, nothing could possibly ruin this" he said just as he drifted into unconsciousness.
And then he dreamt. He dreamt about the time when the entire world was watching one city. Raccoon City. He dreamt about his reactions to what happened.
He dreamt about how his friend had died in the blast that occurred that, (according to official news reports) was still undetermined, even after 2 years. Though most people blamed the attack on terrorists, Evan had the suspicion that something larger was going on, much larger. *Oh well,* he thought to himself, *it's not like it's any of my immediate concern.*
Besides he had more to worry about, like his job with Umbrella Inc. next week. Even though it was only minimum wage, he had jumped at the chance to get more money. Which he'd probably spend on CD's or video games or something like that. *Now how to get this Billion dollar corperation to give me more money* he often thought. Ahh, he'd just worry about that next week. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
See, told you I was the main character. I know it's short and pretty bland, but it IS just a prologue after all. Much more to come, including a name- that-song contest, some action, and even more characters!. Stay tuned. And you can review..... Now. Please. I beg of you to critique me.
