Allrighty you lot this is my last chapter and I got a message for you guys
because some girl that sent me a message asked if my character is supposed
to be like Steve Burnside. Are you bloody joking? My character is 18 not
16, Has dark green spikey hair not ginger curtains and does'nt sound like
Popey's girlfriend on crack. In fact im just going to write a profile for
future reference.
Name: Tom Reardon
Age: 18
From: London,England
Looks: Spikey dark green hair, Hazel eyes
Likes: Rock, Guitars, War stories
Dislikes: Arachnids
Jobs: S.T.A.R.S Alpha, Royal Army, SAS (Special Air Service), Carpenter
Allright lovely...Now lets get on with the friggin story already allright? This takes off from where Tom got to the car blockade in the bad ending.
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Now was the time to decide. Did I go to the RPD or get my guns. There were no moans or groans which was good and no sign of the living dead. Well I was so happy I could of jerked off there and then. I still cocked the bat though and I began running the way to Kendo's.
I turned a sharp corner where a blue road block had been busted down and noticed Kendo's jeep outside his shop. He owned aload of gun's so why the reason that he isnt still alive?
I ran towards the shop but my heart dropped. The windows had caved in and glass was all over the place. I looked through the smashed glass and saw Kendo's body. He was in a white shirt which was soaked in blood. His arm was bandaged and he had bite marks all over him. The muscle and bone showing from his deep wounds.
"Rest In Peace Ken..."
There was nothing I could do for him and I was wasting my time just standing there. I stepped through the window frame and saw the whole place was a mess. Empty gun cases all over the place and I just hoped no one had touched my things. I walked behind the counter and opened the till. A few dollars which I had the heart not to take. Instead there was a small red buttin underneath the fifty's.
I pushed the button and the tray of money slid back revealing a small silver case. I opened it up and inside was my two desert eagles surrounded by a grey sponge.
I through the bat aside.
"Just like you said Ken..."
I took them out and I instantly felt the weight. On the side's of each gone was their names etched in them. The small one which i used for my left hand was called Scorpion. The huge one was named Desperado. And on the handle's was the S.T.A.R.S Logo.
I checked the clips and they were locked and loaded. I turned the safety catches off.
As I was about to walk out I looked at Kendo's body. Out of respect of him getting up and walking again I aimed Desperado at his head and pulled the trigger. The room lit up for a split second as the shot fired.
Soon after I heard helicopters in the distance. I walked outside and saw 4 choppers circling around different parts of the city. Somehow I had to signal them. From where I was I could see that the choppers had Umbrella logo's on them. Enemy or not I had to escape the city.
I ran out into the street and decided I would signal them from a roof top. I ran over to one of the huge double doors that lead to the block of apartments and shot the lock off. I kicked it open to see the brightly lit hallway with doors along the wall. Along with something scampering along the ceiling.
I had seen it before whilst in the RPD when I locked one in the interrogation room. It had a long tongue swaying from side to side of its mouth with its brain inside out. It had giant claws on its feet and was on all fours. It begin scampering across the ceiling towards me.
I aimed both guns at it and within two shots it fell to the ground. I begin running down the corridor stepping over the monsters chest on the way. As I turned the corner one of the doors infront of me busted open and a male zombie with its arm torn of fell through.
I fired a shot and its head exploded. God I loved these guns. I had gotten Kendo to increase the speed it fired at but to reduce the recoil.
I soon got to the emergency stairs and kicked the door open. I went to run up the first flight of stairs but I stopped dead in my tracks as a zombie vomitted towards me. A green liquid spurted from its mouth and landed just infront of my feet. The ground burnt like acid and it bubbled. I looked up at the female zombie.
"Now that is so un-hygienic..." I raised both my guns and purposedly aimed at her breasts. I pulled both triggers and blood spurted. I laughed to myself. Most people would of felt guilty but you have to tell yourself they are dead. And having fun made you in control.
I ran the rest and met no encounters and soon came to the emergency exit that would lead me to the roof.
I kicked the door open and felt a huge breeze. I was on top of the roof and the helicopter was right above me. I saw soldiers roping down into the streets and I caught a climpse of one with grey hair shooting towards the ground as he repelled down. I looked at one of the choppers and saw the initials U.B.C.S. I had heard rumours about an Umbrella mercenary team and realised they were here to save us.
I ran into the center of the roof and begin firing my desert eagles in the air to cause attention for the chopper.
"Im down here!" I shouted jumping up and down firing my guns.
The chopper came directly over me and through down a ladder.I put my guns in my arm holsters and grabbed on. I began climbing as the helicopter began rising. I finally got into the back of the chopper and fell to the floor exhausted. The pilot was speaking on a radio.
"Found a survivor! Platoon D chopper will be returning to base immediatley!"
The helicopter took off and I flopped myself on a seat and put on a head set. The pilot turned around to face me.
"Whats your name son?"
"David...David Grohl" I tried not to laugh but I had to give a false identity and besides it was for some reason the first name that came to my mind. I had named myself after the frontman from the Foo Fighters. But the pilot never realised and probably didnt even know who he was.
"David we're taking you home"
"How long will we be?"
"Within 3 hours we will take you to the nearest and safest city" He turned his head back to the front and I felt the chopper pick up speed.
"Good...Because my hair gell is beginning to dry up...And I have a family to get back to"
I found myself looking at the picture that I found in my wallet. Theres going to be stories to tell when I see you guys again...
What Ive Felt
What Ive Known
Turn The Pages
Turn The Stone
Behind The Door
Should I Open It For You
Yeah, What Ive Felt
What Ive Known
Sick And Tired I Stand Alone
Could You Be There
Because Im The One Who Waits For You
Oh Because Your Unforgiven Too
(The Unforgien II by Metallica)
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Well thats my mini story...But for some reason im still bored. I think im going to play a gig tomorrow so until then I guess i'll just have to start another story...Sequel Or Prequel?
Name: Tom Reardon
Age: 18
From: London,England
Looks: Spikey dark green hair, Hazel eyes
Likes: Rock, Guitars, War stories
Dislikes: Arachnids
Jobs: S.T.A.R.S Alpha, Royal Army, SAS (Special Air Service), Carpenter
Allright lovely...Now lets get on with the friggin story already allright? This takes off from where Tom got to the car blockade in the bad ending.
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Now was the time to decide. Did I go to the RPD or get my guns. There were no moans or groans which was good and no sign of the living dead. Well I was so happy I could of jerked off there and then. I still cocked the bat though and I began running the way to Kendo's.
I turned a sharp corner where a blue road block had been busted down and noticed Kendo's jeep outside his shop. He owned aload of gun's so why the reason that he isnt still alive?
I ran towards the shop but my heart dropped. The windows had caved in and glass was all over the place. I looked through the smashed glass and saw Kendo's body. He was in a white shirt which was soaked in blood. His arm was bandaged and he had bite marks all over him. The muscle and bone showing from his deep wounds.
"Rest In Peace Ken..."
There was nothing I could do for him and I was wasting my time just standing there. I stepped through the window frame and saw the whole place was a mess. Empty gun cases all over the place and I just hoped no one had touched my things. I walked behind the counter and opened the till. A few dollars which I had the heart not to take. Instead there was a small red buttin underneath the fifty's.
I pushed the button and the tray of money slid back revealing a small silver case. I opened it up and inside was my two desert eagles surrounded by a grey sponge.
I through the bat aside.
"Just like you said Ken..."
I took them out and I instantly felt the weight. On the side's of each gone was their names etched in them. The small one which i used for my left hand was called Scorpion. The huge one was named Desperado. And on the handle's was the S.T.A.R.S Logo.
I checked the clips and they were locked and loaded. I turned the safety catches off.
As I was about to walk out I looked at Kendo's body. Out of respect of him getting up and walking again I aimed Desperado at his head and pulled the trigger. The room lit up for a split second as the shot fired.
Soon after I heard helicopters in the distance. I walked outside and saw 4 choppers circling around different parts of the city. Somehow I had to signal them. From where I was I could see that the choppers had Umbrella logo's on them. Enemy or not I had to escape the city.
I ran out into the street and decided I would signal them from a roof top. I ran over to one of the huge double doors that lead to the block of apartments and shot the lock off. I kicked it open to see the brightly lit hallway with doors along the wall. Along with something scampering along the ceiling.
I had seen it before whilst in the RPD when I locked one in the interrogation room. It had a long tongue swaying from side to side of its mouth with its brain inside out. It had giant claws on its feet and was on all fours. It begin scampering across the ceiling towards me.
I aimed both guns at it and within two shots it fell to the ground. I begin running down the corridor stepping over the monsters chest on the way. As I turned the corner one of the doors infront of me busted open and a male zombie with its arm torn of fell through.
I fired a shot and its head exploded. God I loved these guns. I had gotten Kendo to increase the speed it fired at but to reduce the recoil.
I soon got to the emergency stairs and kicked the door open. I went to run up the first flight of stairs but I stopped dead in my tracks as a zombie vomitted towards me. A green liquid spurted from its mouth and landed just infront of my feet. The ground burnt like acid and it bubbled. I looked up at the female zombie.
"Now that is so un-hygienic..." I raised both my guns and purposedly aimed at her breasts. I pulled both triggers and blood spurted. I laughed to myself. Most people would of felt guilty but you have to tell yourself they are dead. And having fun made you in control.
I ran the rest and met no encounters and soon came to the emergency exit that would lead me to the roof.
I kicked the door open and felt a huge breeze. I was on top of the roof and the helicopter was right above me. I saw soldiers roping down into the streets and I caught a climpse of one with grey hair shooting towards the ground as he repelled down. I looked at one of the choppers and saw the initials U.B.C.S. I had heard rumours about an Umbrella mercenary team and realised they were here to save us.
I ran into the center of the roof and begin firing my desert eagles in the air to cause attention for the chopper.
"Im down here!" I shouted jumping up and down firing my guns.
The chopper came directly over me and through down a ladder.I put my guns in my arm holsters and grabbed on. I began climbing as the helicopter began rising. I finally got into the back of the chopper and fell to the floor exhausted. The pilot was speaking on a radio.
"Found a survivor! Platoon D chopper will be returning to base immediatley!"
The helicopter took off and I flopped myself on a seat and put on a head set. The pilot turned around to face me.
"Whats your name son?"
"David...David Grohl" I tried not to laugh but I had to give a false identity and besides it was for some reason the first name that came to my mind. I had named myself after the frontman from the Foo Fighters. But the pilot never realised and probably didnt even know who he was.
"David we're taking you home"
"How long will we be?"
"Within 3 hours we will take you to the nearest and safest city" He turned his head back to the front and I felt the chopper pick up speed.
"Good...Because my hair gell is beginning to dry up...And I have a family to get back to"
I found myself looking at the picture that I found in my wallet. Theres going to be stories to tell when I see you guys again...
What Ive Felt
What Ive Known
Turn The Pages
Turn The Stone
Behind The Door
Should I Open It For You
Yeah, What Ive Felt
What Ive Known
Sick And Tired I Stand Alone
Could You Be There
Because Im The One Who Waits For You
Oh Because Your Unforgiven Too
(The Unforgien II by Metallica)
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Well thats my mini story...But for some reason im still bored. I think im going to play a gig tomorrow so until then I guess i'll just have to start another story...Sequel Or Prequel?