Disclaimer: I'm borrowing these characters..k?
My eyes opened and tried to adjust to my surroundings. The first thing I noticed was how bright it was. This room was white. Lots of lights shone down on me as I lay on this table. The next thing I noticed were the pin pricks. A lot of them. Pricking me all over my body. I sat up and saw my reflection in the tinted window. I was a monstrosity. Tubes and needles stuck out all over my body. I cried out in horror at the sight of myself. I began ripping the needles out of my body and seeing the little spurts of blood shoot out. They were all over! The last two were stuck in my temple. I grabbed hold of them and pulled. I grimaced as they came out. I fell off the table and hid under it. I was being cowardly. But I have to admit, I was afraid. All the brightness, the needles, the tubes. I was a fucking experiment, a test or something of that sort. Jesus Christ!
When I finally got the courage, I stood up and stumbled to the window. I knew I wouldn't be able to see what was on the other side, but I tried anyways. I began to bang on the glass, yelling to be let out. After a bit I gave up and grabbed a needle. I began to mess with the locks. I could never be held in a exam room for too long. The lock clicked and I exited the room. Freedom at last.
The hallway was as bright as my stupid little room. All this white was beginning to scare me. I walked down the hallway, looking for a way out. Along the way, I grabbed a lab coat I found hanging on a hook. I put it on over my practically naked body. Damn doctors must've been perverts by the looks of what they put me in.
I found the doors to the outside. Yes! Real freedom! I opened the door and looked out into the streets of Raccoon City. What a fucking mess. There were cars smashed all over the place. Police cars were blocking the road. Paper and trash were floating about with the help of the breeze. Windows to stores were either boarded up, or smashed. There were some small fires in the distance. Blood was splattered all over the ground and the cars. Yet there were no bodies. Oh shit.
I wandered through the mess, looking in the cars, 'til finally I found a shotgun in one of the police cars. It was loaded, thank God. The breeze picked up and distant moans were carried on it. I knew those sounds. They were all too familiar. Oh yay. Now was the time to get the fuck out of here.
I made my way carefully through the streets, trying to make as little noise as possible. I kept an eye out for anything. Then, there it was. Kendo's Gun Shop. I made my way swiftly across the street and entered.
It was your average gun shop; shelves filled with boxes of ammo and various different types of guns on display. But a bunch of the heavier stuff was missing. That means that someone was here...
My eyes opened and tried to adjust to my surroundings. The first thing I noticed was how bright it was. This room was white. Lots of lights shone down on me as I lay on this table. The next thing I noticed were the pin pricks. A lot of them. Pricking me all over my body. I sat up and saw my reflection in the tinted window. I was a monstrosity. Tubes and needles stuck out all over my body. I cried out in horror at the sight of myself. I began ripping the needles out of my body and seeing the little spurts of blood shoot out. They were all over! The last two were stuck in my temple. I grabbed hold of them and pulled. I grimaced as they came out. I fell off the table and hid under it. I was being cowardly. But I have to admit, I was afraid. All the brightness, the needles, the tubes. I was a fucking experiment, a test or something of that sort. Jesus Christ!
When I finally got the courage, I stood up and stumbled to the window. I knew I wouldn't be able to see what was on the other side, but I tried anyways. I began to bang on the glass, yelling to be let out. After a bit I gave up and grabbed a needle. I began to mess with the locks. I could never be held in a exam room for too long. The lock clicked and I exited the room. Freedom at last.
The hallway was as bright as my stupid little room. All this white was beginning to scare me. I walked down the hallway, looking for a way out. Along the way, I grabbed a lab coat I found hanging on a hook. I put it on over my practically naked body. Damn doctors must've been perverts by the looks of what they put me in.
I found the doors to the outside. Yes! Real freedom! I opened the door and looked out into the streets of Raccoon City. What a fucking mess. There were cars smashed all over the place. Police cars were blocking the road. Paper and trash were floating about with the help of the breeze. Windows to stores were either boarded up, or smashed. There were some small fires in the distance. Blood was splattered all over the ground and the cars. Yet there were no bodies. Oh shit.
I wandered through the mess, looking in the cars, 'til finally I found a shotgun in one of the police cars. It was loaded, thank God. The breeze picked up and distant moans were carried on it. I knew those sounds. They were all too familiar. Oh yay. Now was the time to get the fuck out of here.
I made my way carefully through the streets, trying to make as little noise as possible. I kept an eye out for anything. Then, there it was. Kendo's Gun Shop. I made my way swiftly across the street and entered.
It was your average gun shop; shelves filled with boxes of ammo and various different types of guns on display. But a bunch of the heavier stuff was missing. That means that someone was here...