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Authors' Note: Okui-chan and Rain Child presently live 600 miles apart. Therefore, updating is going to be kind of difficult. We're going to try, but when you send us those wonderful reviews, comments, and flames please don't beg us to update faster. We do love all your reviews and e-mails, but don't be offended if we don't respond right away. We encourage all suggestions, good or bad, because we believe they are necessary to improve our writing. You can e-mail us at:
Lea, Rain Child: raingoddess_47@hotmail.com
Cara, Okui-chan: anthy-chan@wildmail.com
Here is:
Chapter 2
Marcus sat on a stool at the Bar Jack, reviewing a stack of files he'd gotten at Raccoon City's public library. Cannibal murders had dominated the media since last May; pretty grisly stuff. He couldn't believe that people had read this stuff with their morning coffee all summer, *Maybe I should have held off on that hamburger...*
The stories, though thoroughly gross, were definitely informative, and made even more interesting when he compared them with what Eric had told him and the others. Eric's tale had been downright unbelievable; however, years of working with the S.T.A.R.S. captain had taught him not to disregard anything Eric said. The papers had no other theories behind the murders, and in all actuality Eric's story was becoming more believable by the minute.
Marcus sipped his espresso, remembering Eric's words:
"Zombies, for lack of a better term. Decomposing, flesh falling off as they walked. Apparently, the virus they were using to create bio-weapons caused complete decay in infected humans. Barry believes these infected humans were the cannibal killers. If they didn't kill whom they set upon, the victim acquired the virus."
"So, they were experimenting on mammals with this virus?" Callie had asked. "A virus that infects humans, would only affect other mammals, nothing else--"
"That's the strange part," Eric interrupted. "It affects mammals, yes, but also snakes, plants, birds, insects, and Barry reported a few species he'd never seen before. Probably manufactured species."
"But a virus like that would be nearly impossible to work with," Luke had protested, confused. "It's incredibly rare that a virus can affect separate animal kingdoms. Like rabies only affects mammals."
"It's unreal," Callie added. "Different species maybe--but cross-genus viruses are extremely rare, and you're talking vertebrate, invertebrate, plant..."
He smiled grimly, recalling the group's disbelief: Angel's skepticism, Callie's wonder, Luke's professional interest, and his own pure shock. Strange, that now it was starting to make a sort of gruesome sense....
*Decaying flesh found on the victims, bite patterns made by human jaws. Wild dogs, too. Some of these people were freakin' athletes, could have easily taken on the one or two people they were attacked by, why is that?*
"Hey c-can I sit here?" a man asked startling Marcus from his thoughts. He was tall, slightly muscled with reddish hair, and looked nervous, as though he thought Marcus was going to bitch-slap him for speaking. He nodded at him. The only other patron was a drunken biker and a couple making out like there was no tomorrow. The guy probably thought sitting by Marcus was going to be the best bet. "So, um, what cha reading?" the man asked.
"Some of the reports on the murders last summer and the Special Tactics and Rescue Squad," Marcus replied absently. "It's funny-everyone acted like the S.T.A.R.S. were screw ups after the explosion in the woods, yet the murders stopped completely not long before they skipped town."
"Heh, nice theory," the man said but muttered under his breath, "of all the people to sit next to...."
Marcus looked at him out of the corner of his eye. Something was nagging at the edge of his brain; the guy looked familiar. "What did you say your name was?" Marcus said.
"I'm, uh, Rick."
*Yeah right, and I'm Bob.* "Marcus," he murmured shaking "Rick's" clammy hand. He looked back down at his papers...
...and there it was, a picture of the Raccoon S.T.A.R.S. from last June, including Brad Vickers.
"Well, looks like you're pretty famous "Rick"," Marcus said. He held up the paper with the picture on it. "Isn't this you?" he said pointing to Brad Vicker's picture.
*Gotcha Vickers.* Brad paled and hissed, "What do you want?"
"I wanna talk," Marcus replied, "about Umbrella."
Before Marcus could blink Brad had leaped off his stool and was out the door, a look of terror in his eyes. Marcus hurried to chase after him...
...and he felt a tight grip on his arm, the bartender. "Forget about your bill, buddy?" the guy asked.
Marcus threw the guy a ten dollar bill and dashed out the door, grabbing his papers as he went--
--and was confronted by an empty street. Brad was gone.
We really hope you guys appreciate this chapter, because the two of us spent two hours trying to write this with a bad cell phone connection.
Lea: ,"Marcus turned to *static static* Brad gone."
Cara: Marcus turned into Brad gone? What the hell is Brad gone?
Lea: No, Marcus turned to look at him and Brad is gone.
Cara: Should this part be in quotation *static* arks?
Lea: Cara, I told you, no quote farts.
Cara: Lea, have you been hanging out with your brother again? *static*
Lea: Yes, my brother is a pain in the rear end, but Cara, we have to concentrate on the story.
Cara: Huh?
Well anyway, review and e-mail, everyone!
Authors' Note: Okui-chan and Rain Child presently live 600 miles apart. Therefore, updating is going to be kind of difficult. We're going to try, but when you send us those wonderful reviews, comments, and flames please don't beg us to update faster. We do love all your reviews and e-mails, but don't be offended if we don't respond right away. We encourage all suggestions, good or bad, because we believe they are necessary to improve our writing. You can e-mail us at:
Lea, Rain Child: raingoddess_47@hotmail.com
Cara, Okui-chan: anthy-chan@wildmail.com
Here is:
Chapter 2
Marcus sat on a stool at the Bar Jack, reviewing a stack of files he'd gotten at Raccoon City's public library. Cannibal murders had dominated the media since last May; pretty grisly stuff. He couldn't believe that people had read this stuff with their morning coffee all summer, *Maybe I should have held off on that hamburger...*
The stories, though thoroughly gross, were definitely informative, and made even more interesting when he compared them with what Eric had told him and the others. Eric's tale had been downright unbelievable; however, years of working with the S.T.A.R.S. captain had taught him not to disregard anything Eric said. The papers had no other theories behind the murders, and in all actuality Eric's story was becoming more believable by the minute.
Marcus sipped his espresso, remembering Eric's words:
"Zombies, for lack of a better term. Decomposing, flesh falling off as they walked. Apparently, the virus they were using to create bio-weapons caused complete decay in infected humans. Barry believes these infected humans were the cannibal killers. If they didn't kill whom they set upon, the victim acquired the virus."
"So, they were experimenting on mammals with this virus?" Callie had asked. "A virus that infects humans, would only affect other mammals, nothing else--"
"That's the strange part," Eric interrupted. "It affects mammals, yes, but also snakes, plants, birds, insects, and Barry reported a few species he'd never seen before. Probably manufactured species."
"But a virus like that would be nearly impossible to work with," Luke had protested, confused. "It's incredibly rare that a virus can affect separate animal kingdoms. Like rabies only affects mammals."
"It's unreal," Callie added. "Different species maybe--but cross-genus viruses are extremely rare, and you're talking vertebrate, invertebrate, plant..."
He smiled grimly, recalling the group's disbelief: Angel's skepticism, Callie's wonder, Luke's professional interest, and his own pure shock. Strange, that now it was starting to make a sort of gruesome sense....
*Decaying flesh found on the victims, bite patterns made by human jaws. Wild dogs, too. Some of these people were freakin' athletes, could have easily taken on the one or two people they were attacked by, why is that?*
"Hey c-can I sit here?" a man asked startling Marcus from his thoughts. He was tall, slightly muscled with reddish hair, and looked nervous, as though he thought Marcus was going to bitch-slap him for speaking. He nodded at him. The only other patron was a drunken biker and a couple making out like there was no tomorrow. The guy probably thought sitting by Marcus was going to be the best bet. "So, um, what cha reading?" the man asked.
"Some of the reports on the murders last summer and the Special Tactics and Rescue Squad," Marcus replied absently. "It's funny-everyone acted like the S.T.A.R.S. were screw ups after the explosion in the woods, yet the murders stopped completely not long before they skipped town."
"Heh, nice theory," the man said but muttered under his breath, "of all the people to sit next to...."
Marcus looked at him out of the corner of his eye. Something was nagging at the edge of his brain; the guy looked familiar. "What did you say your name was?" Marcus said.
"I'm, uh, Rick."
*Yeah right, and I'm Bob.* "Marcus," he murmured shaking "Rick's" clammy hand. He looked back down at his papers...
...and there it was, a picture of the Raccoon S.T.A.R.S. from last June, including Brad Vickers.
"Well, looks like you're pretty famous "Rick"," Marcus said. He held up the paper with the picture on it. "Isn't this you?" he said pointing to Brad Vicker's picture.
*Gotcha Vickers.* Brad paled and hissed, "What do you want?"
"I wanna talk," Marcus replied, "about Umbrella."
Before Marcus could blink Brad had leaped off his stool and was out the door, a look of terror in his eyes. Marcus hurried to chase after him...
...and he felt a tight grip on his arm, the bartender. "Forget about your bill, buddy?" the guy asked.
Marcus threw the guy a ten dollar bill and dashed out the door, grabbing his papers as he went--
--and was confronted by an empty street. Brad was gone.
We really hope you guys appreciate this chapter, because the two of us spent two hours trying to write this with a bad cell phone connection.
Lea: ,"Marcus turned to *static static* Brad gone."
Cara: Marcus turned into Brad gone? What the hell is Brad gone?
Lea: No, Marcus turned to look at him and Brad is gone.
Cara: Should this part be in quotation *static* arks?
Lea: Cara, I told you, no quote farts.
Cara: Lea, have you been hanging out with your brother again? *static*
Lea: Yes, my brother is a pain in the rear end, but Cara, we have to concentrate on the story.
Cara: Huh?
Well anyway, review and e-mail, everyone!