I have two RE games and used to have a third so I know my stuff. Enjoy. This is basically Another survivor directos cut.
Swat survivor
The name is Derek Jones. I grew up in California. My best friend growing up was.... Jill Valentine, yes the sexy, famous STARS member was my best friend. After graduating from high school I took a law enforcement corse and joined the RPD. I moved to Raccoon along with Jill who had joined STARS. I worked my way up to being a SWAT member. Then the incident happened. Rumors of cannibals abounded and the STARS were sent to the mansion lab. After kissing Jill good bye she left and returned later with Chris, Brad, and Barry. Also I was told of zombies and mutated freaks. I thought Jill would survive. She is the toughest woman I know. But I would have to be content with being her friend since Chris is her love mate. I walked into my office and did the paperwork for the damn dog I had shot a few days ago. I hate fucking paperwork. I closed my pen and thought of what Jill had told me about it. It was a mutated dog. After the paperwork was finished I went to the firing range to practice my aim. Jill found me and I took her out for dinner. I was glad to see the girl. " Looks like your hair has grown back" giggled Jill. I felt my head and remembered the bet I had lost against Chris. However won the marksminship contest got a date with Jill, and the loser would shave his head. I lost. Jill told her plan to meet up with Chris and go to take down umbrella. I would miss her and wondered when I would see her again. Jill left and I went back home. The next day something terrible happened.
" Move your fucking asses and get in the trucks" shouted sergeant Grant. He pumped his shotgun and climbed into my vehicle. At hard street we parked behind a barricade of police cars. I jumped out and loaded my MP5 machine gun. I got behind a car and saw what was coming. Zombies as far as I could see were advancing on the barricade. They poured from every street and they shuffled toward us. " OPEN FIRE" yelled Grant as they advanced to 200 feet. I started spraying the monsters with machine gun fire. Pistols, shotguns, and machine guns fired at the mass of rotten flesh. Many were killed but they were still coming. " Come get some" cried Grant as his shotgun blew limbs everywhere. " Their everywhere" yelled a cop. " Don't give up" I calle as they reached the barricade. I exchanged my empty clip for a fresh one and retreated. I unholstered my pistol and capped some zombie ass. I heard the screams of my fellow comrades as they were torn to bits by the monsters. I had to flee and fight later. I ran into a bar. I noticed a dead zombie and sighed with relief. I locked the door behind me and checked my ammo supply. I had four MP5 clips left and lots of handgun ammo. I would need to go to the RPD and get more ammo. Then the thought hit me. " JILL" I had to find her. I loaded my machine gun and kicked down the door of the bar. I ran off into the night to find Jill.
Swat survivor
The name is Derek Jones. I grew up in California. My best friend growing up was.... Jill Valentine, yes the sexy, famous STARS member was my best friend. After graduating from high school I took a law enforcement corse and joined the RPD. I moved to Raccoon along with Jill who had joined STARS. I worked my way up to being a SWAT member. Then the incident happened. Rumors of cannibals abounded and the STARS were sent to the mansion lab. After kissing Jill good bye she left and returned later with Chris, Brad, and Barry. Also I was told of zombies and mutated freaks. I thought Jill would survive. She is the toughest woman I know. But I would have to be content with being her friend since Chris is her love mate. I walked into my office and did the paperwork for the damn dog I had shot a few days ago. I hate fucking paperwork. I closed my pen and thought of what Jill had told me about it. It was a mutated dog. After the paperwork was finished I went to the firing range to practice my aim. Jill found me and I took her out for dinner. I was glad to see the girl. " Looks like your hair has grown back" giggled Jill. I felt my head and remembered the bet I had lost against Chris. However won the marksminship contest got a date with Jill, and the loser would shave his head. I lost. Jill told her plan to meet up with Chris and go to take down umbrella. I would miss her and wondered when I would see her again. Jill left and I went back home. The next day something terrible happened.
" Move your fucking asses and get in the trucks" shouted sergeant Grant. He pumped his shotgun and climbed into my vehicle. At hard street we parked behind a barricade of police cars. I jumped out and loaded my MP5 machine gun. I got behind a car and saw what was coming. Zombies as far as I could see were advancing on the barricade. They poured from every street and they shuffled toward us. " OPEN FIRE" yelled Grant as they advanced to 200 feet. I started spraying the monsters with machine gun fire. Pistols, shotguns, and machine guns fired at the mass of rotten flesh. Many were killed but they were still coming. " Come get some" cried Grant as his shotgun blew limbs everywhere. " Their everywhere" yelled a cop. " Don't give up" I calle as they reached the barricade. I exchanged my empty clip for a fresh one and retreated. I unholstered my pistol and capped some zombie ass. I heard the screams of my fellow comrades as they were torn to bits by the monsters. I had to flee and fight later. I ran into a bar. I noticed a dead zombie and sighed with relief. I locked the door behind me and checked my ammo supply. I had four MP5 clips left and lots of handgun ammo. I would need to go to the RPD and get more ammo. Then the thought hit me. " JILL" I had to find her. I loaded my machine gun and kicked down the door of the bar. I ran off into the night to find Jill.