Resident Evil: Return of a Nightmare
Prologue
By Windra
November 1, 1998
45-year-old Damien Roscwood leaned forward in his chair, staring at his computer's screen with his icy blue eyes. His jet black hair went down to the tips of his ears, and he wore a black long sleeved shirt and denim jeans. The white lab coat that he usually wore was hanging on the back of his computer chair. The walls of his office were white-washed, and the rug was a light gray. Wooden book cases were lined along the right wall, and in the far left corner was an oak desk with a chair seated in front of it. A computer sat atop the desk, and security camera screens were on the back wall, showing him what was happening in every room of the building. Damien continued to stare at the reports that were sent to him from the employees in the Umbrella facility he controlled.
Damien was the leader of an Umbrella facility many, many miles away from New York City. It was built far away from the city so it wouldn't attract attention, and it wasn't charted on the maps. In case anyone ever came across it, the building was disguised as a Weather Monitoring area. However, inside and underground, it was a research area for B.O.W.'s, bioweapons. The reports Damien was reading were about the B.O.W.'s or anything that concerned them.
Currently, he was reading the reports of their special B.O.W., MA486, which was called Cougra by the employees. The beast was a mountain lion that was caught by Umbrella and injected with the G-Virus, a variation of the T-Virus. The mountain lion was quickly mutated into a fast and fierce beast, and it grew in size, as well. MA486 would surpass Hunters, and maybe even project SE42, a crocodile-hybrid that got loose in Raccoon City while it was being overrun with monsters from the T and G-Virus, when it came to hunting.
Damien grinned at the reports. Cougra was developing its attacks more. The employees would feed it wildlife from outside and study how it attacks and feeds. Sometimes, the employees would be ordered to pit Cougra and another B.O.W. against each other, and study the results. Cougra had survived all of the opponents it faced, and was, by far, the strongest B.O.W. in Damien's facility.
The man sighed and sat back, staring at the cieling. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Damien said cooly.
The door opened, and Rachel Kinston walked in. The girl was 32-years-old and had long, chestnut brown hair that went just below her shoulder-blades. She wore a dark red tee-shirt and black jeans, and had green eyes. The girl gave a weak smile and walked in.
"Sir," she said softly, "we have discovered where two of the four survivors of Raccoon City are."
"Explain."
"Christopher Hanoltin, an Umbrella agent, lives in Gillenston Town, New York. He reported that, the other day, he saw two of the survivors in the town.Apparently, the young girl named Rowan Naton was living there with her aunt, and a S.T.A.R.S. member named Brad Vickers had just moved there."
Damien laughed. His employees had the Umbrella agents everywhere looking for them. A few weeks ago, Raccoon City was infected with the T and G-Virus. The city became overrun with monsters for a few days until Umbrella sent in missiles to destroy the city, along with any evidence of the T and G-Virus or any B.O.W.'s. Jake Wilntow, a secret Watchdog, had made his escape and told Damien that there were four survivors that escaped on a helicopter. Each Watchdog recorded reports onto a floppy disk, and they sent in the data to Umbrella. Jake found Nicholai Ginovaef's, who had been killed by project SE42, data and sent it to Umbrella as well as his own. The disk reported that the four survivors were Jill Valentine, a former S.T.A.R.S. member, Brad Vickers, another S.T.A.R.S. member, Carlos Oliveira, a U.B.C.S. member, and Rowan Naton, a student at the Raccoon City Middle School North.
"Good," he said coldly. "Send in your group of agents. I want you to bring the two survivors here."
"Yes, sir...," the girl responded solemnly. She turned towards the door and opened it, walking out and closing it behind her.
Damien stared at the ceiling and gave a low, cold cackle.
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Sorry about the delay. My family and I just movedm and we needed to get everything set up. R&R!!
Prologue
By Windra
November 1, 1998
45-year-old Damien Roscwood leaned forward in his chair, staring at his computer's screen with his icy blue eyes. His jet black hair went down to the tips of his ears, and he wore a black long sleeved shirt and denim jeans. The white lab coat that he usually wore was hanging on the back of his computer chair. The walls of his office were white-washed, and the rug was a light gray. Wooden book cases were lined along the right wall, and in the far left corner was an oak desk with a chair seated in front of it. A computer sat atop the desk, and security camera screens were on the back wall, showing him what was happening in every room of the building. Damien continued to stare at the reports that were sent to him from the employees in the Umbrella facility he controlled.
Damien was the leader of an Umbrella facility many, many miles away from New York City. It was built far away from the city so it wouldn't attract attention, and it wasn't charted on the maps. In case anyone ever came across it, the building was disguised as a Weather Monitoring area. However, inside and underground, it was a research area for B.O.W.'s, bioweapons. The reports Damien was reading were about the B.O.W.'s or anything that concerned them.
Currently, he was reading the reports of their special B.O.W., MA486, which was called Cougra by the employees. The beast was a mountain lion that was caught by Umbrella and injected with the G-Virus, a variation of the T-Virus. The mountain lion was quickly mutated into a fast and fierce beast, and it grew in size, as well. MA486 would surpass Hunters, and maybe even project SE42, a crocodile-hybrid that got loose in Raccoon City while it was being overrun with monsters from the T and G-Virus, when it came to hunting.
Damien grinned at the reports. Cougra was developing its attacks more. The employees would feed it wildlife from outside and study how it attacks and feeds. Sometimes, the employees would be ordered to pit Cougra and another B.O.W. against each other, and study the results. Cougra had survived all of the opponents it faced, and was, by far, the strongest B.O.W. in Damien's facility.
The man sighed and sat back, staring at the cieling. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Damien said cooly.
The door opened, and Rachel Kinston walked in. The girl was 32-years-old and had long, chestnut brown hair that went just below her shoulder-blades. She wore a dark red tee-shirt and black jeans, and had green eyes. The girl gave a weak smile and walked in.
"Sir," she said softly, "we have discovered where two of the four survivors of Raccoon City are."
"Explain."
"Christopher Hanoltin, an Umbrella agent, lives in Gillenston Town, New York. He reported that, the other day, he saw two of the survivors in the town.Apparently, the young girl named Rowan Naton was living there with her aunt, and a S.T.A.R.S. member named Brad Vickers had just moved there."
Damien laughed. His employees had the Umbrella agents everywhere looking for them. A few weeks ago, Raccoon City was infected with the T and G-Virus. The city became overrun with monsters for a few days until Umbrella sent in missiles to destroy the city, along with any evidence of the T and G-Virus or any B.O.W.'s. Jake Wilntow, a secret Watchdog, had made his escape and told Damien that there were four survivors that escaped on a helicopter. Each Watchdog recorded reports onto a floppy disk, and they sent in the data to Umbrella. Jake found Nicholai Ginovaef's, who had been killed by project SE42, data and sent it to Umbrella as well as his own. The disk reported that the four survivors were Jill Valentine, a former S.T.A.R.S. member, Brad Vickers, another S.T.A.R.S. member, Carlos Oliveira, a U.B.C.S. member, and Rowan Naton, a student at the Raccoon City Middle School North.
"Good," he said coldly. "Send in your group of agents. I want you to bring the two survivors here."
"Yes, sir...," the girl responded solemnly. She turned towards the door and opened it, walking out and closing it behind her.
Damien stared at the ceiling and gave a low, cold cackle.
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Sorry about the delay. My family and I just movedm and we needed to get everything set up. R&R!!