A/N: A Story! I don't know what to say. Irony in the fact that it isn't even mine. It's a friends. He found my electric typewriter and got to it. He typed A LOT. So here we go.
Disclaimer: Sunoco8 or Razgriz177 DO NOT own the Resident Evil Franchise or any of it's affiliations.
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Day One
It seems my team is dead. Dumbasses. I told them "Hey, you probably SHOULDN'T run into a room with wierd growling noises." They didn't listen.
Dumbasses.
Dumbass Dumbasses.
Bastard coated bastard with bastard filling.
There are no living people in this town, All dead. Or what SHOULD be dead. Except they still walk, still hunger. They want Flesh. I must deprive them of this craving. I must survive with the sample. At all costs.
Running low on ammunition. I encountered a survivor though. Strange. It's a Hunk of Tofu. Am I going crazy? Tofu can't move. I thought. If I begin to starve, at least I have a food source.
-Hunk
A/N: So? That's only a little bit. Expect to see more.
