You have once again stepped into the world of survival horror…
GOOD LUCK
RESIDENT EVIL: PROJECT MESSIAH
CHAPTER ONE
On first glance David appeared to be just your average Joe. He worked for a normal manufacturing company that specialized in woodworks. Most of their works had disappeared while working in the area around the Spencer Estate. Therefore David was promoted to hiring new people. This was two weeks after the G-Virus incident with Prof. Berkin and I was on constant surveilance, waiting, praying that the virus wouldn't spread throughout the town… But I should have known that when I started working for this company my prayers stopped being heard.
David's first idea was to get a newspaper to check the unemployed ads. He slipped in a quarter and glanced at the headlines.
1 Attacks continue
Citizens Terrified
S.T.A.R.S. Still Missing
David knew about the attacks…just like every other citizen that watched the 9:00 news. S.T.A.R.S. or Special Tactics And Rescue Squad, began as a simple Anti-Terrorist and Hostage Rescue organization than grew into what it was today. The elite of the elite. If there was a problem in local areas these were the guys you called. Soon every police station had their very own set of S.T.A.R.S.
It all started in the area around the Spencer Estate. There were attacks from what appeared to be large dogs. And close to the city in the Spencer Forest Trail hikers were attacked and brutally killed from what appeared to be cannibals. Police found the bodies in the woods half eaten but the actual cannibals were yet to be seen…alive. Police had found a decaying man in the woods with one of the victim's blood on his lips. Head of R.P.D. Chief Irons refused the S.T.A.R.S. involvement in the case, however, deeming it "unnecessary".
After four more attacks he finally gave to go-ahead. Squad B, the less experienced, were sent in first for recon. After 5 minutes the radar showed the chopper going down and they lost contact after that.
Squadron A, the best there was, was sent in headed by a Captain Albert Whesker (who never was seen again), marksman extrtrordinaire Chris Redfield, former thief Jill Valentine, munitions expert Barry Burton, and hacker and flying specialist Brad "chicken heart" Vickers. From what they said they entered the estate, chased by "zombie dogs" and met with traps, conspiracies the whole shebang that could've maybe made the plot of a cheesy spy movie… needless to say no-one believed them and they disappeared days later… But now that the attacks were increasing every second, David thought, maybe they should've taken them more seriously. He turned and walked towards the house that belonged to the first man on the list
Daniel Mortimer, looking for work that requires no degree. Call at 675-224- 9765.
Trent recognized the name… He had heard it somewhere before by some babbling secretary. 'Maybe David will lead my to something useful after all'. He punched in Daniel's name in the computer and the screen bleeped then showed the results.
2 Daniel Mortimer
Sex: M
Age: 27
Occupation: Sewage Treatment Worker
Status: Escaped/Infected
The screen flashed the last word several times before settling down. This required action. Trent hit the Vid/Com button, "Get me UBHC STAT!"
GOOD LUCK
RESIDENT EVIL: PROJECT MESSIAH
CHAPTER ONE
On first glance David appeared to be just your average Joe. He worked for a normal manufacturing company that specialized in woodworks. Most of their works had disappeared while working in the area around the Spencer Estate. Therefore David was promoted to hiring new people. This was two weeks after the G-Virus incident with Prof. Berkin and I was on constant surveilance, waiting, praying that the virus wouldn't spread throughout the town… But I should have known that when I started working for this company my prayers stopped being heard.
David's first idea was to get a newspaper to check the unemployed ads. He slipped in a quarter and glanced at the headlines.
1 Attacks continue
Citizens Terrified
S.T.A.R.S. Still Missing
David knew about the attacks…just like every other citizen that watched the 9:00 news. S.T.A.R.S. or Special Tactics And Rescue Squad, began as a simple Anti-Terrorist and Hostage Rescue organization than grew into what it was today. The elite of the elite. If there was a problem in local areas these were the guys you called. Soon every police station had their very own set of S.T.A.R.S.
It all started in the area around the Spencer Estate. There were attacks from what appeared to be large dogs. And close to the city in the Spencer Forest Trail hikers were attacked and brutally killed from what appeared to be cannibals. Police found the bodies in the woods half eaten but the actual cannibals were yet to be seen…alive. Police had found a decaying man in the woods with one of the victim's blood on his lips. Head of R.P.D. Chief Irons refused the S.T.A.R.S. involvement in the case, however, deeming it "unnecessary".
After four more attacks he finally gave to go-ahead. Squad B, the less experienced, were sent in first for recon. After 5 minutes the radar showed the chopper going down and they lost contact after that.
Squadron A, the best there was, was sent in headed by a Captain Albert Whesker (who never was seen again), marksman extrtrordinaire Chris Redfield, former thief Jill Valentine, munitions expert Barry Burton, and hacker and flying specialist Brad "chicken heart" Vickers. From what they said they entered the estate, chased by "zombie dogs" and met with traps, conspiracies the whole shebang that could've maybe made the plot of a cheesy spy movie… needless to say no-one believed them and they disappeared days later… But now that the attacks were increasing every second, David thought, maybe they should've taken them more seriously. He turned and walked towards the house that belonged to the first man on the list
Daniel Mortimer, looking for work that requires no degree. Call at 675-224- 9765.
Trent recognized the name… He had heard it somewhere before by some babbling secretary. 'Maybe David will lead my to something useful after all'. He punched in Daniel's name in the computer and the screen bleeped then showed the results.
2 Daniel Mortimer
Sex: M
Age: 27
Occupation: Sewage Treatment Worker
Status: Escaped/Infected
The screen flashed the last word several times before settling down. This required action. Trent hit the Vid/Com button, "Get me UBHC STAT!"