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am I in any way affiliated with Capcom or anybody affiliated with The
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Sorry it is so long, but I think it's the best thing I've written. Also, to get this outta the way, the formatting sucks, I know, I've done all I could. So please just bear with me. There are 11 chapters, but they are, in my opinion, short. One more thing, notes and such will be expressed like this: [[example]]
I guess I'll start with an introduction. My name is Jack Collins. I live in beautiful Raccoon city. I wouldn't call myself buff, but I got some muscle. And from what I've been told my brown hair and eyes makes me look mysterious. I guess that's okay, I mean, I don't mind being thought of as mysterious.
I'm a freelance journalist and I've done work for the Raccoon Times and Raccoon Weekly. I was covering the animal attacks and strange disappearances in the Raccoon forest area. The first victim was found on May 20. She was 20 years old and was found on the left bank of the Marble River. The most disturbing thing was the teeth marks. They had mutilated her arms and foot. It was a most gruesome sight. Shit's been going down hill from there.
We have a curfew. If you're not in by dark you get arrested and fined. I tried to leave the city for a few days, but there were roadblocks. The police turned me around and I had to go home or face arrest. Well, I chose home. I had been starting to stock up on guns ever since I did a report on the cannibal disease. It was a most horrific sight, seeing those bodies lying on the grass, chunks of flesh torn from their bodies by human teeth. It was enough to turn me green for a week, but I kept my composure. Afterwards I went to Kendo's Gun Shop and he gave me a great bargain on a 9mm with 60 bullets (Kendo and I are close friends). I met Kendo through Barry Burton, a member of the Raccoon city S.T.A.R.S. division. Barry and I were friends, until he came back from a mission in the Raccoon city Forest. He started babbling about a Virus. He wanted me to write a story on it, but I know better than to believe a silly story about a Virus that makes people into zombies.
So there I was, sitting at home waiting for Sara to call. I really like Sara. She is extremely hot. Blonde hair, piercing green eyes, nice body.well, anyway, 6:00 rolls by and she finally calls. I asked her to come over and she got to my apartment off of Park Street at about 7.
Well, a few drinks later we were tangled up in the sheets sweating like pigs, but I won't go into details. In the middle of round two I heard a knock/smack on my door. I told whomever it was to hold on, but they seemed to have a problem hearing because again I heard the knock/slam. I pulled on my jeans, boots, and undershirt. Well, I answer the door and some homeless person half stumbles, half crawls into my apartment. He smelled like dirt, skunk and rotten meat.
At this point Sara steps into the room. She got dressed in her tight shorts, black tube top, and white tennis shoes. I asked her to help me lay him on the couch. After getting him on the couch he starts to mumble things like mmmm, hungry. So, so itchy. Very itchy. I told Sara to call an ambulance. I went over to the man and asked him his name. All he said was "hungry. So itchy. Itchy hungry." I checked his pocket for I.D. but couldn't find any. I tried to figure out what was wrong with him and then it dawned on me. The cannibal disease. He had all of the symptoms.
I ran to my room to get my gun. When I came back the man was stumbling across the room to where Sara was on the phone with the dispatcher. I told him to freeze, but he didn't pay any attention. He just kept going towards her. By this time she noticed him lurching forward. I pulled out my gun and told him again to freeze. He kept going. I shot just by his head to let him know I was serious. Still he lurched forward. Sara stumbled backwards into my glass coffee table, breaking it. I aimed at the man and shot him in the back of his kneecap. He apparently didn't feel it because he kept going. I told him to freeze once more, but he still kept going. He reached down to Sara and swiped at her. I had no choice. I shot him in the head. Pieces of bone and gray matter painted my wall an unholy color.
Sorry it is so long, but I think it's the best thing I've written. Also, to get this outta the way, the formatting sucks, I know, I've done all I could. So please just bear with me. There are 11 chapters, but they are, in my opinion, short. One more thing, notes and such will be expressed like this: [[example]]
I guess I'll start with an introduction. My name is Jack Collins. I live in beautiful Raccoon city. I wouldn't call myself buff, but I got some muscle. And from what I've been told my brown hair and eyes makes me look mysterious. I guess that's okay, I mean, I don't mind being thought of as mysterious.
I'm a freelance journalist and I've done work for the Raccoon Times and Raccoon Weekly. I was covering the animal attacks and strange disappearances in the Raccoon forest area. The first victim was found on May 20. She was 20 years old and was found on the left bank of the Marble River. The most disturbing thing was the teeth marks. They had mutilated her arms and foot. It was a most gruesome sight. Shit's been going down hill from there.
We have a curfew. If you're not in by dark you get arrested and fined. I tried to leave the city for a few days, but there were roadblocks. The police turned me around and I had to go home or face arrest. Well, I chose home. I had been starting to stock up on guns ever since I did a report on the cannibal disease. It was a most horrific sight, seeing those bodies lying on the grass, chunks of flesh torn from their bodies by human teeth. It was enough to turn me green for a week, but I kept my composure. Afterwards I went to Kendo's Gun Shop and he gave me a great bargain on a 9mm with 60 bullets (Kendo and I are close friends). I met Kendo through Barry Burton, a member of the Raccoon city S.T.A.R.S. division. Barry and I were friends, until he came back from a mission in the Raccoon city Forest. He started babbling about a Virus. He wanted me to write a story on it, but I know better than to believe a silly story about a Virus that makes people into zombies.
So there I was, sitting at home waiting for Sara to call. I really like Sara. She is extremely hot. Blonde hair, piercing green eyes, nice body.well, anyway, 6:00 rolls by and she finally calls. I asked her to come over and she got to my apartment off of Park Street at about 7.
Well, a few drinks later we were tangled up in the sheets sweating like pigs, but I won't go into details. In the middle of round two I heard a knock/smack on my door. I told whomever it was to hold on, but they seemed to have a problem hearing because again I heard the knock/slam. I pulled on my jeans, boots, and undershirt. Well, I answer the door and some homeless person half stumbles, half crawls into my apartment. He smelled like dirt, skunk and rotten meat.
At this point Sara steps into the room. She got dressed in her tight shorts, black tube top, and white tennis shoes. I asked her to help me lay him on the couch. After getting him on the couch he starts to mumble things like mmmm, hungry. So, so itchy. Very itchy. I told Sara to call an ambulance. I went over to the man and asked him his name. All he said was "hungry. So itchy. Itchy hungry." I checked his pocket for I.D. but couldn't find any. I tried to figure out what was wrong with him and then it dawned on me. The cannibal disease. He had all of the symptoms.
I ran to my room to get my gun. When I came back the man was stumbling across the room to where Sara was on the phone with the dispatcher. I told him to freeze, but he didn't pay any attention. He just kept going towards her. By this time she noticed him lurching forward. I pulled out my gun and told him again to freeze. He kept going. I shot just by his head to let him know I was serious. Still he lurched forward. Sara stumbled backwards into my glass coffee table, breaking it. I aimed at the man and shot him in the back of his kneecap. He apparently didn't feel it because he kept going. I told him to freeze once more, but he still kept going. He reached down to Sara and swiped at her. I had no choice. I shot him in the head. Pieces of bone and gray matter painted my wall an unholy color.