*The accounts of Lenny and Kenneth*
*the best friends wandered through the eerie halls, guns to their held
tightly to their chests. They had been best friends all of their
life's, and were trained together. As they walked on, they heard a
sound, like a sucking, slurping sound* what the.? *Kenneth's voice
trailed off, upon seeing a zombie bent over a S.T.AR.S. Member.
Kenneth and Lenny immediately opened fire, and it got up, walking
towards them, a chunk missing from the face. They were shooting it in
the legs, standard procedure. As it reached them, it attacked with
it's bloody face. It began to Maul Kenneth, when it dropped to the
floor. Out walked a girl, roughly Clair's age, with brown hair to her
shoulders. She had a pistol, and by the looks of it, was here for a
while. She had blue eyes, and a S.T.A.R.S. uniform on, the older kind,
but since it was so tattered and worn, almost none could tell*???:
Holy. Man, you ain't looking to good. Try and find a doctor.*Kenneth
smirked* Doctor!? What the.Don't you remember where we are!? *He asked
to the mystery girl* and what is your name.? *He asked to the girl* My
god.*She sighed* Leah. The name's Leah.
*The accounts of Seth and Andrew*
*The two people wandered the west side of the mansion, and eventually
found a letter addressed seven years ago. Which read:
Dear Followers.
It has come to my attention that this project is officially
unstable. We need to get out, before.it.gets us. What Is it, you ask.?
I will tell you. It.Tyrant. The beast that destroyed so much of what
we have worked for. I am going to try to run away.To leave this damned
place, and get into the open. I need to. Before Tyrant finds me.He is
already searching, going around at night, his test tubes and
artificial skin, pumping blood from his dead heart. He is the most
evil creature Umbrella has yet to release! I pray, I pray to god, that
I get out. The windows. Were barred, to make sure no projects escaped.
As if for one second, one second, it could hold the wrath of Tyrant.
He doesn't leave, however, he stays.. waits.As if he knows,
eventually, that.someone will come... Someone who he knows will, so he
just waits. He stalks the mansion, as if each day, he is looking to
see if she has arrived. I can no longer take it. I am going to try to
escape. Into daylight. If I can find beloved civilization, this letter
will go on to reveal all anyone would need to ever take out
Umbrella.but I fear.It isn't Umbrella doing this. Someone arrived,
just a few days before we were nearly all killed by Tyrant. His name
was Seth Redfield. He said he was coming on behalf of his sister, and
let out a vile beast, not tyrant, but. I just couldn't get the look he
gave me out of my mind. He glared at me, with.such hatred.Such
cruelness. I believed he was Tyrant.Like THAT would ever happen.. What
was that!?!? My god, he is coming.He knows.He knows that I have found
out--
*The letter stopped there, and blood was splattered on the page* My
god.What are they doing down here..?*Andrew asked to Seth, and Seth
responded* I..I don't know.
*The accounts of Clair and Paul*
*These two were walking the eastern side of the mansion, and Clair was
uneasy. She was remembering.All the times she had been attacked
here.All the times, she thought. she would never leave.Paul had taken
his mouth cover off, and was breathing the air near the greenhouse,
and he heard a whimper* What was that? *Paul asked*A Hell hound.*Clair
said. She had named it that, because of it's looks* Careful.They go
for the throat, then snap it. *Paul gulped, and they walked further.
In front of them emerged one.two.three.four.five.six.seven hellhounds.
They dogs slowly growled, as Paul's flamethrower rose, and Clair got
her gun ready.
.::Authors notes! =P ::.
I know, I know.I left you all wondering what is going on. I promise the next chapter will rise into the rated 'R' world, with blood and gore for all. I will, however, advise you to fasten your seatbelts, find a hurl bag, and get ready, because we aren't going to stop, until everyone is sickened by the gore, and crying because of what happens to your favorite member. So.Any comments/questions/love/hate mail/suggestions are welcome, just email me at Battousaimaster@yahoo.com And I will tell you what you wanna know. ^ ^
*the best friends wandered through the eerie halls, guns to their held
tightly to their chests. They had been best friends all of their
life's, and were trained together. As they walked on, they heard a
sound, like a sucking, slurping sound* what the.? *Kenneth's voice
trailed off, upon seeing a zombie bent over a S.T.AR.S. Member.
Kenneth and Lenny immediately opened fire, and it got up, walking
towards them, a chunk missing from the face. They were shooting it in
the legs, standard procedure. As it reached them, it attacked with
it's bloody face. It began to Maul Kenneth, when it dropped to the
floor. Out walked a girl, roughly Clair's age, with brown hair to her
shoulders. She had a pistol, and by the looks of it, was here for a
while. She had blue eyes, and a S.T.A.R.S. uniform on, the older kind,
but since it was so tattered and worn, almost none could tell*???:
Holy. Man, you ain't looking to good. Try and find a doctor.*Kenneth
smirked* Doctor!? What the.Don't you remember where we are!? *He asked
to the mystery girl* and what is your name.? *He asked to the girl* My
god.*She sighed* Leah. The name's Leah.
*The accounts of Seth and Andrew*
*The two people wandered the west side of the mansion, and eventually
found a letter addressed seven years ago. Which read:
Dear Followers.
It has come to my attention that this project is officially
unstable. We need to get out, before.it.gets us. What Is it, you ask.?
I will tell you. It.Tyrant. The beast that destroyed so much of what
we have worked for. I am going to try to run away.To leave this damned
place, and get into the open. I need to. Before Tyrant finds me.He is
already searching, going around at night, his test tubes and
artificial skin, pumping blood from his dead heart. He is the most
evil creature Umbrella has yet to release! I pray, I pray to god, that
I get out. The windows. Were barred, to make sure no projects escaped.
As if for one second, one second, it could hold the wrath of Tyrant.
He doesn't leave, however, he stays.. waits.As if he knows,
eventually, that.someone will come... Someone who he knows will, so he
just waits. He stalks the mansion, as if each day, he is looking to
see if she has arrived. I can no longer take it. I am going to try to
escape. Into daylight. If I can find beloved civilization, this letter
will go on to reveal all anyone would need to ever take out
Umbrella.but I fear.It isn't Umbrella doing this. Someone arrived,
just a few days before we were nearly all killed by Tyrant. His name
was Seth Redfield. He said he was coming on behalf of his sister, and
let out a vile beast, not tyrant, but. I just couldn't get the look he
gave me out of my mind. He glared at me, with.such hatred.Such
cruelness. I believed he was Tyrant.Like THAT would ever happen.. What
was that!?!? My god, he is coming.He knows.He knows that I have found
out--
*The letter stopped there, and blood was splattered on the page* My
god.What are they doing down here..?*Andrew asked to Seth, and Seth
responded* I..I don't know.
*The accounts of Clair and Paul*
*These two were walking the eastern side of the mansion, and Clair was
uneasy. She was remembering.All the times she had been attacked
here.All the times, she thought. she would never leave.Paul had taken
his mouth cover off, and was breathing the air near the greenhouse,
and he heard a whimper* What was that? *Paul asked*A Hell hound.*Clair
said. She had named it that, because of it's looks* Careful.They go
for the throat, then snap it. *Paul gulped, and they walked further.
In front of them emerged one.two.three.four.five.six.seven hellhounds.
They dogs slowly growled, as Paul's flamethrower rose, and Clair got
her gun ready.
.::Authors notes! =P ::.
I know, I know.I left you all wondering what is going on. I promise the next chapter will rise into the rated 'R' world, with blood and gore for all. I will, however, advise you to fasten your seatbelts, find a hurl bag, and get ready, because we aren't going to stop, until everyone is sickened by the gore, and crying because of what happens to your favorite member. So.Any comments/questions/love/hate mail/suggestions are welcome, just email me at Battousaimaster@yahoo.com And I will tell you what you wanna know. ^ ^