Disclaimer: I only own Angie and Mark. And I partially own Danielle. But
the rest arent mine! Damn I wish I was smart enough to make up such a cool
game like Resident Evil..
The Streets
We exited through the back door and ended up in an alley. It was a very cloudy day, and there was a light breeze. It smelled of rain and garbage in the alley. We made our way down the alley, and came upon the empty street. I looked around to make sure it was clear and nodded. We moved into the empty street and that's when I heard a horrible sound. The moans and groans of the dead were carried on the breeze. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. We moved cautiously down the street. Every now and then there would be a louder, closer moan or an occasional scream. Rain came up and walked side by side with me. I liked having her close to me. She was about to say something to me when Mark shouted to us.
"Stop! I've found someone!" He said. We rushed back to him and there he was standing over a man who looked to be about 30 years old. The man was clad in the same uniform Mark had. His badge identified him as Brad Vickers. Brad was unconscious. Mark slapped him and Brad woke.
"What the hell? Where am I? Mark? Mark Mitchell? Is that you?" Brad asked as he looked up at Mark.
"Hey buddy," Mark said as he helped Brad up. Brad had blood splattered all over his uniform. I wondered if it was all his.
"What happened to you? Are you okay?" I asked.
"I was making my way down the street, when this thing attacked me. It was huge, and it had a rocket launcher. It just kept coming at me, saying S.T.A.R.S. They created it to destroy us Mark! We are gonna die!" Brad exclaimed and he began to get hysterical.
"What the hell are you talking about? We've been walking for an hour and we haven't seen anything!" Mark said.
"You'll see. He's coming. We're gonna die! You just wait!" Brad said and he stumbled off. Mark started after him, but I grabbed his arm and shook my head.
"We cant just let him go off by himself! He'll get himself killed!" Mark cried out. I looked into his eyes. He was very afraid. I don't blame him.
"We have to keep moving. If Brad was telling the truth then this, uh, thing is probably close. So we need to move fast," I said sternly. He nodded. We continued. I moved close to Rain and we came to an intersection. I stopped. I didn't know where to go. Mark pointed to the left.
"That's the way to the police station. They could have radios or something useful there," Mark said.
"Lets go there then," I said. The others nodded and followed.
It started to rain lightly as we made our way down the empty street. I moved close to Rain to keep warm. There was a moan coming from the alley to the left. Then another. We held up our guns, and peered down the alley. There was 4 zombies kneeling over someone's dead body. They were all eating greedily. The others froze and stared in shock. The dead body belong to a small boy, who couldn't have been more than 9 years of age. Even I was shocked. The zombies stood up and turned towards us. Rain yelled and started shooting them like crazy. I joined in and took 2 out quick. Rain took the other 2 out. We rushed over to the boy. He was dead alright. Dario took one look at the boy, ran to the nearest dumpster, and puked. I stood up and looked away. Rain took my hand and squeezed it. I looked at her and she looked at me with fearful, yet courageous eyes.
There was a moan coming from further down the alley.
"We gotta move, there are more coming," Angie said. Dario took hold of Danielle's hand and we all left the alley and went back out into the street. We moved faster now. Rain found an unlocked door and we went through it to another alleyway. At the end were a bunch of zombies behind a police barricade. When they saw us, they began to beat and push on the barricade, wanting to get out.
"We should go back," Dario said as he turned around to go back through the door. But Angie grabbed his arm.
"There's a gate over there," She said and pointed to an old rusted gate that was about 3 feet from the barricade. I looked around and found some old rope in a puddle of oil. I picked it up and made my way cautiously towards the gate. Rain followed with her gun raised, ready for action. I opened the gate and peered into the next alleyway. Silence. It was all clear. I motioned for the others to hurry through. One by one they ran through. Once I was through I shut the gate and wrapped the rope around the handed tightly so nothing could get through. When I turned around the others were examining a bunch of dead dogs. It brought back memories. There was a large fire to the left, to big for us to put out. Hopefully it didn't get any bigger. We made our way past the fire and down to the door on the end. We went through the door, then went left. We fought off 2 zombies there easily. Finally we made it to the Raccoon City Police Station.
The Streets
We exited through the back door and ended up in an alley. It was a very cloudy day, and there was a light breeze. It smelled of rain and garbage in the alley. We made our way down the alley, and came upon the empty street. I looked around to make sure it was clear and nodded. We moved into the empty street and that's when I heard a horrible sound. The moans and groans of the dead were carried on the breeze. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. We moved cautiously down the street. Every now and then there would be a louder, closer moan or an occasional scream. Rain came up and walked side by side with me. I liked having her close to me. She was about to say something to me when Mark shouted to us.
"Stop! I've found someone!" He said. We rushed back to him and there he was standing over a man who looked to be about 30 years old. The man was clad in the same uniform Mark had. His badge identified him as Brad Vickers. Brad was unconscious. Mark slapped him and Brad woke.
"What the hell? Where am I? Mark? Mark Mitchell? Is that you?" Brad asked as he looked up at Mark.
"Hey buddy," Mark said as he helped Brad up. Brad had blood splattered all over his uniform. I wondered if it was all his.
"What happened to you? Are you okay?" I asked.
"I was making my way down the street, when this thing attacked me. It was huge, and it had a rocket launcher. It just kept coming at me, saying S.T.A.R.S. They created it to destroy us Mark! We are gonna die!" Brad exclaimed and he began to get hysterical.
"What the hell are you talking about? We've been walking for an hour and we haven't seen anything!" Mark said.
"You'll see. He's coming. We're gonna die! You just wait!" Brad said and he stumbled off. Mark started after him, but I grabbed his arm and shook my head.
"We cant just let him go off by himself! He'll get himself killed!" Mark cried out. I looked into his eyes. He was very afraid. I don't blame him.
"We have to keep moving. If Brad was telling the truth then this, uh, thing is probably close. So we need to move fast," I said sternly. He nodded. We continued. I moved close to Rain and we came to an intersection. I stopped. I didn't know where to go. Mark pointed to the left.
"That's the way to the police station. They could have radios or something useful there," Mark said.
"Lets go there then," I said. The others nodded and followed.
It started to rain lightly as we made our way down the empty street. I moved close to Rain to keep warm. There was a moan coming from the alley to the left. Then another. We held up our guns, and peered down the alley. There was 4 zombies kneeling over someone's dead body. They were all eating greedily. The others froze and stared in shock. The dead body belong to a small boy, who couldn't have been more than 9 years of age. Even I was shocked. The zombies stood up and turned towards us. Rain yelled and started shooting them like crazy. I joined in and took 2 out quick. Rain took the other 2 out. We rushed over to the boy. He was dead alright. Dario took one look at the boy, ran to the nearest dumpster, and puked. I stood up and looked away. Rain took my hand and squeezed it. I looked at her and she looked at me with fearful, yet courageous eyes.
There was a moan coming from further down the alley.
"We gotta move, there are more coming," Angie said. Dario took hold of Danielle's hand and we all left the alley and went back out into the street. We moved faster now. Rain found an unlocked door and we went through it to another alleyway. At the end were a bunch of zombies behind a police barricade. When they saw us, they began to beat and push on the barricade, wanting to get out.
"We should go back," Dario said as he turned around to go back through the door. But Angie grabbed his arm.
"There's a gate over there," She said and pointed to an old rusted gate that was about 3 feet from the barricade. I looked around and found some old rope in a puddle of oil. I picked it up and made my way cautiously towards the gate. Rain followed with her gun raised, ready for action. I opened the gate and peered into the next alleyway. Silence. It was all clear. I motioned for the others to hurry through. One by one they ran through. Once I was through I shut the gate and wrapped the rope around the handed tightly so nothing could get through. When I turned around the others were examining a bunch of dead dogs. It brought back memories. There was a large fire to the left, to big for us to put out. Hopefully it didn't get any bigger. We made our way past the fire and down to the door on the end. We went through the door, then went left. We fought off 2 zombies there easily. Finally we made it to the Raccoon City Police Station.