NOTE: Before I begin this chapter I'd like to point some things out
1.We will not see anymore outbreak characters besides for Yoko, I'm sorry about this but You'll see em when I write some short stories on the scenarios.
2. We will see some monsters despite the lack of horror so far.
3. We will see several classic characters but not many more.
Alright now thats said and done, ON WITH TEH FIC!
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Yoko was woozy, her head throbbed uncontrollably, as she opened her eyes, she realized she was being drug by two men. When she opened her eyes, she was at the her cell again, the guards laughed as she was tossed into the cell. Yoko couldnt see a thing, the cell was incredibly dark. The guard looked in the corner of the cell,
"Well here's your cellmate!" He laughed, "Have fun..." he chuckled calmly as he walked to through the door down the hall. Yoko's senses went crazy, somebody or something was in the cell, her eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness and she noticed a humanoid figure in the corner of the room, as he eyes adjusted, she realized it was a man. Fear took her over, she had heard stories about prisoners raping their cellmates and despite the sheer unlikelyness, she was still in a panic considering the conditions she lived in. She slowly crept back, and her foot hit a pipe in the floor, she fell backwards and yelped. The figure rose and loomed over her. She began to whimper. The man wrapped his hands around her shoulders. He lifted her off the floor and gently sat her on the bed.
"Don't...hurt me," Yoko choked, a voice resonated from the man, it was very deep and masculine similiar to David's. "Relax...I won't hurt you." Yoko looked at the man, he was about 2 or 3 inches under six feet, he was wearing a white wife beater and navy blue jeans. His face was tough and lacking emotion, very much like David's but without that somehow innocent look in the eyes, his hair was shoulder length and a dark brown. Though the most noticeable feature was a brilliant tattoo on his arm that danced up and over his arm, spelling out Mother love. She looked at him,
"Sorry..." She squeaked. He looked at her, "Don't worry about it, I just put here, they caught me walking along some highway, what about you?" His voice was somewhat scary, very deep and hard. He looked closley at Yoko, " you are alot like her," He said. Yoko was very creeped out by now, "Um...who?" she asked. Apparently, he didnt hear her, he just leaned back and uttered one barely audible word.
"Rebecca..."
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Chris growled with frustration as he slid several more shells into the shotgun, and fired them off at Wesker. Cindy was still driving quickly along the strangley empty highway. Chris briefly glanced in her direction, and then looked to Wesker, who was easily sprinting 85 miles per hour. He let a small grin creep over his face. He blasted one last round at Wesker and then quickly spun around and pulled the emergency brake as hard as he could. Cindy shrieked as the car stopped completly and Chris was thrown into the back of her seat. Chris immediatly spun to the back side of the car and aimed the shotgun. He grinned as Wesker leapted high into the air, his balled fist pulled back for a punch. Chris pumped a shell into the chamber,
"Gotcha again..." He said, Chris fired a 12 gauge buck shot shell off, Wesker was about 10 feet away from the barrel and received a concentrated blast of buck-shot. The human tyrant was kicked back in mid-air and plopped onto the road, sprawled out. Chris fired off the remaing shells into the downed Wesker and quickly leapt over the seat and pushed Cindy out of the way, he pulled the emergency brake up, and flew down the road, easily doing 100 miles an hour. Cindy hastilly buckled up. Chris drove like that for several minutes before they pulled into an air with much more traffic. He slowed the car down, but was still weaving through cars like crazy. He was breathing heavily and looked at Cindy, who was a little shaken up, but alright, he put his hand on her shoulder.
"Are you okay?" He asked. "Yeah but...is that guy dead now?" She asked. Chris laughed, and shook his head. "It'll take a hell of a lot more than that to kill him." Cindy glanced at him in disbelief. "Well then how is he surviving all that, is he some kinda cyborg or mutant or something?" She asked. Chris shook his head, "No, he's a tyrant, inject with a virus that mutated him into some kind of superhuman. He's been sent to kill you, and your friends Kevin and David." Cindy perked up at the mention of David. "David!? Is he okay? And what about Kevin!?" Cindy was speaking a mile a minute. Chris looked at her again. "I'm sure they are both fine, two of my friends are following them," Cindy sighed in relief. "Can you get a hold of your friends and see if they are okay?" Cindy asked hopefully. Chris smiled warmly, she really was just like they said, very caring and close to the other survivors.
"Sure, I'll just call em by cell phone," Chris pulled a generic cell phone from his pocket, and dialed a number in, he put the phone to his ear and paused for a moment. "Leon? Yeah, its me Chris...yes I got Cindy, have you found Kevin and David yet? Uh-huh...uh-huh, alright then. So how's Claire doing? Good, keep an eye on her, she's kinda reckless, Haha! So I hear, well okay then why dont you round them up and we'll meet at hq, alright bye." Cindy looked in anticipation at Chris, "They're both okay, they just left some gas-station out on the the highway, they'll get them and then we'll meet up there. Cindy's face came to life and she had a huge grin on her face. It would be so nice to joke with Kevin again...and David... somehow, she felt safer around him, and really wanted to be in his company. A horn honked loudly from behind them. An old man in a chevy was waving his fist and cursing up. "MOVE YOUR ASS, WHIPPER SNAPPER!" Chris growled and spun around.
"ROT IN HELL YOU OLD FART, I WAS ON THE PHONE!" Chris snapped back. Cindy buried her face in her hands.
It was going to be a LONG trip.
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David grunted as he heard Kevin step out of the store. David turned and looked at him.
"...Did you call anybody?" Kevin grinned innocently at him, "Well...I dont have any money!" David scowled and turned around. Kevin felt a wave of guilt rush over him.
"I'm sorry man...I know you've been having a hard time with what happened back in Miami and..." Kevin trailed off, not sure of what to say. There was a long pause, "...Its not your fault, let's just get out of here and figure out what to do." David said with a sullen tone. Kevin nodded and slowly walked towards the car. David was about to step into the car when a phone rang, it was an old payphone. Both survivors cautiously glanced in the direction of the phone, David stepped up to the phone and picked up the receiver,
"...Hello?" David said into the receive. There was no answer, "Hello?" David called into the phone again. Still no response, the line then went dead. David looked to the former cop.
"We need to get outta here, now." David said suddenly. Kevin agreed and the two stepped into the truck, David started the ignition and the truck sped off down the road. Both men felt something dangerous was about to happen. Several miles down the road there was some commotion, it looked like an accident. David pulled the car up and stepped out. Kevin followed in suit. Two cars were horribly damaged, one was flipped and another was in a ditch, Kevin felt a sharp prick in his neck. The ex-officer instictively slapped the back of his neck, thinking it was a mosquito, he felt a round tube, and plucked the object out...it was a needle. His vision began to blur and a dizzy sensation set over him, Kevin looked to David who was wide eyed.
"Run!" David shouted, Kevin, though slightly sluggish, managed to keep up, both of them sprinted into the nearby forest at full speed. Another dart whirled through the air, this one landed in Kevin's left calf, Kevin yipped loudly, "...agh...crap, get outta here man..." Kevin slurred, falling to the ground, David turned to pick Kevin up, the impaired cop weakly raised his gun at David. "I SAID RUN!" Kevin loudly garbled. David scowled when a dart whirred past his shoudler. David winced as he turned around, leaving Kevin behind. David turned around and caught a glance at the sniper, another one of those "thieves" that attacked the house, this one however was very fat and out of shape. THe plumber smirked as he turned to the right very tightly. He noticed a nearby tree and driven by adrenaline and instinct, climbed up the tree. After a minute or so the pudgy soldier hobbled up, breathing heavily. He looked around anxiously, fear taking over. David grinned with grim satisfaction as he flipped the blade out of the folding knife. Then in a flash, David leapt out of the treetops like a modern day ninja crashing into his attacker's back. Now given David's muscular 203 pound build, and the momentum one gains when jumping out of a 15 foot tree, this was plenty to bring a man to the ground. Without remorse, David jammed the knife into attacker's neck, who immediatly began shaking and convusling. David smirked,
"Looks like the hunter has become..." the former gang member violently twisted the knife, the body gave one last convusltion, then fell limp, "The hunted," David rose off the corpse and surveyed his work. David never enjoyed killing, but took pride in doing it skillfully. He wiped the blood off the knife.
"Kevin!" David said aloud, he had forgotten about Kevin, he spun around and took off, looking for his friend. David slowed to a walk when he noticed a metallic glimmer in the grass, he stooped down at the object. His eyes widened, it was Kevin's gun. The plumber's mind immediatly went into defensive mode, he scanned the area for another soldier, there had to one here, Kevin was full of tranquilizer, he couldn't have gotten up.
"Freeze!" David mentally kicked himself. 'They got me...' he thought. The soldier's voice was screaming, obviously stressed out. "drop the weapon and put your hands up!" David, who was stilling kneeling, and not looking at the guard, noticed Kevin's gun, lying stealthly in the grass, he grinned and slowly lowered his knife. "Okay..." David patienly waited for the guard to say the magic words. "Stand up and keep your hands in the air!" a switch went off in David's brain, as fast as possible, David grabbed the .45 out of the grass and pointed it right between the eyes of the guard and pulled the trigger.
click.
David eyes widened in fear, the gun was empty, the guard growled and shoulder the rifle. His life flashed by, all his friends who were killed in gang wars, when he played basketball for Racoon university before he dropped out, how he survived the Outbreak, and Cindy. The word Cindy just kept repeating itself in his mind, David squinted his eyes shut, and single tear fell from his eye. 'Cindy...I never got to...' that was all David could think before he heard the bullet fly from the barrel of the gun.
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bob: OOHOHOHOH cliff hanger! What will happen!? Its so freaky! Well newayz, I'm offa that writer's block! So here it is I guess, WAIT! You already read it!
1.We will not see anymore outbreak characters besides for Yoko, I'm sorry about this but You'll see em when I write some short stories on the scenarios.
2. We will see some monsters despite the lack of horror so far.
3. We will see several classic characters but not many more.
Alright now thats said and done, ON WITH TEH FIC!
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Yoko was woozy, her head throbbed uncontrollably, as she opened her eyes, she realized she was being drug by two men. When she opened her eyes, she was at the her cell again, the guards laughed as she was tossed into the cell. Yoko couldnt see a thing, the cell was incredibly dark. The guard looked in the corner of the cell,
"Well here's your cellmate!" He laughed, "Have fun..." he chuckled calmly as he walked to through the door down the hall. Yoko's senses went crazy, somebody or something was in the cell, her eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness and she noticed a humanoid figure in the corner of the room, as he eyes adjusted, she realized it was a man. Fear took her over, she had heard stories about prisoners raping their cellmates and despite the sheer unlikelyness, she was still in a panic considering the conditions she lived in. She slowly crept back, and her foot hit a pipe in the floor, she fell backwards and yelped. The figure rose and loomed over her. She began to whimper. The man wrapped his hands around her shoulders. He lifted her off the floor and gently sat her on the bed.
"Don't...hurt me," Yoko choked, a voice resonated from the man, it was very deep and masculine similiar to David's. "Relax...I won't hurt you." Yoko looked at the man, he was about 2 or 3 inches under six feet, he was wearing a white wife beater and navy blue jeans. His face was tough and lacking emotion, very much like David's but without that somehow innocent look in the eyes, his hair was shoulder length and a dark brown. Though the most noticeable feature was a brilliant tattoo on his arm that danced up and over his arm, spelling out Mother love. She looked at him,
"Sorry..." She squeaked. He looked at her, "Don't worry about it, I just put here, they caught me walking along some highway, what about you?" His voice was somewhat scary, very deep and hard. He looked closley at Yoko, " you are alot like her," He said. Yoko was very creeped out by now, "Um...who?" she asked. Apparently, he didnt hear her, he just leaned back and uttered one barely audible word.
"Rebecca..."
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Chris growled with frustration as he slid several more shells into the shotgun, and fired them off at Wesker. Cindy was still driving quickly along the strangley empty highway. Chris briefly glanced in her direction, and then looked to Wesker, who was easily sprinting 85 miles per hour. He let a small grin creep over his face. He blasted one last round at Wesker and then quickly spun around and pulled the emergency brake as hard as he could. Cindy shrieked as the car stopped completly and Chris was thrown into the back of her seat. Chris immediatly spun to the back side of the car and aimed the shotgun. He grinned as Wesker leapted high into the air, his balled fist pulled back for a punch. Chris pumped a shell into the chamber,
"Gotcha again..." He said, Chris fired a 12 gauge buck shot shell off, Wesker was about 10 feet away from the barrel and received a concentrated blast of buck-shot. The human tyrant was kicked back in mid-air and plopped onto the road, sprawled out. Chris fired off the remaing shells into the downed Wesker and quickly leapt over the seat and pushed Cindy out of the way, he pulled the emergency brake up, and flew down the road, easily doing 100 miles an hour. Cindy hastilly buckled up. Chris drove like that for several minutes before they pulled into an air with much more traffic. He slowed the car down, but was still weaving through cars like crazy. He was breathing heavily and looked at Cindy, who was a little shaken up, but alright, he put his hand on her shoulder.
"Are you okay?" He asked. "Yeah but...is that guy dead now?" She asked. Chris laughed, and shook his head. "It'll take a hell of a lot more than that to kill him." Cindy glanced at him in disbelief. "Well then how is he surviving all that, is he some kinda cyborg or mutant or something?" She asked. Chris shook his head, "No, he's a tyrant, inject with a virus that mutated him into some kind of superhuman. He's been sent to kill you, and your friends Kevin and David." Cindy perked up at the mention of David. "David!? Is he okay? And what about Kevin!?" Cindy was speaking a mile a minute. Chris looked at her again. "I'm sure they are both fine, two of my friends are following them," Cindy sighed in relief. "Can you get a hold of your friends and see if they are okay?" Cindy asked hopefully. Chris smiled warmly, she really was just like they said, very caring and close to the other survivors.
"Sure, I'll just call em by cell phone," Chris pulled a generic cell phone from his pocket, and dialed a number in, he put the phone to his ear and paused for a moment. "Leon? Yeah, its me Chris...yes I got Cindy, have you found Kevin and David yet? Uh-huh...uh-huh, alright then. So how's Claire doing? Good, keep an eye on her, she's kinda reckless, Haha! So I hear, well okay then why dont you round them up and we'll meet at hq, alright bye." Cindy looked in anticipation at Chris, "They're both okay, they just left some gas-station out on the the highway, they'll get them and then we'll meet up there. Cindy's face came to life and she had a huge grin on her face. It would be so nice to joke with Kevin again...and David... somehow, she felt safer around him, and really wanted to be in his company. A horn honked loudly from behind them. An old man in a chevy was waving his fist and cursing up. "MOVE YOUR ASS, WHIPPER SNAPPER!" Chris growled and spun around.
"ROT IN HELL YOU OLD FART, I WAS ON THE PHONE!" Chris snapped back. Cindy buried her face in her hands.
It was going to be a LONG trip.
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David grunted as he heard Kevin step out of the store. David turned and looked at him.
"...Did you call anybody?" Kevin grinned innocently at him, "Well...I dont have any money!" David scowled and turned around. Kevin felt a wave of guilt rush over him.
"I'm sorry man...I know you've been having a hard time with what happened back in Miami and..." Kevin trailed off, not sure of what to say. There was a long pause, "...Its not your fault, let's just get out of here and figure out what to do." David said with a sullen tone. Kevin nodded and slowly walked towards the car. David was about to step into the car when a phone rang, it was an old payphone. Both survivors cautiously glanced in the direction of the phone, David stepped up to the phone and picked up the receiver,
"...Hello?" David said into the receive. There was no answer, "Hello?" David called into the phone again. Still no response, the line then went dead. David looked to the former cop.
"We need to get outta here, now." David said suddenly. Kevin agreed and the two stepped into the truck, David started the ignition and the truck sped off down the road. Both men felt something dangerous was about to happen. Several miles down the road there was some commotion, it looked like an accident. David pulled the car up and stepped out. Kevin followed in suit. Two cars were horribly damaged, one was flipped and another was in a ditch, Kevin felt a sharp prick in his neck. The ex-officer instictively slapped the back of his neck, thinking it was a mosquito, he felt a round tube, and plucked the object out...it was a needle. His vision began to blur and a dizzy sensation set over him, Kevin looked to David who was wide eyed.
"Run!" David shouted, Kevin, though slightly sluggish, managed to keep up, both of them sprinted into the nearby forest at full speed. Another dart whirled through the air, this one landed in Kevin's left calf, Kevin yipped loudly, "...agh...crap, get outta here man..." Kevin slurred, falling to the ground, David turned to pick Kevin up, the impaired cop weakly raised his gun at David. "I SAID RUN!" Kevin loudly garbled. David scowled when a dart whirred past his shoudler. David winced as he turned around, leaving Kevin behind. David turned around and caught a glance at the sniper, another one of those "thieves" that attacked the house, this one however was very fat and out of shape. THe plumber smirked as he turned to the right very tightly. He noticed a nearby tree and driven by adrenaline and instinct, climbed up the tree. After a minute or so the pudgy soldier hobbled up, breathing heavily. He looked around anxiously, fear taking over. David grinned with grim satisfaction as he flipped the blade out of the folding knife. Then in a flash, David leapt out of the treetops like a modern day ninja crashing into his attacker's back. Now given David's muscular 203 pound build, and the momentum one gains when jumping out of a 15 foot tree, this was plenty to bring a man to the ground. Without remorse, David jammed the knife into attacker's neck, who immediatly began shaking and convusling. David smirked,
"Looks like the hunter has become..." the former gang member violently twisted the knife, the body gave one last convusltion, then fell limp, "The hunted," David rose off the corpse and surveyed his work. David never enjoyed killing, but took pride in doing it skillfully. He wiped the blood off the knife.
"Kevin!" David said aloud, he had forgotten about Kevin, he spun around and took off, looking for his friend. David slowed to a walk when he noticed a metallic glimmer in the grass, he stooped down at the object. His eyes widened, it was Kevin's gun. The plumber's mind immediatly went into defensive mode, he scanned the area for another soldier, there had to one here, Kevin was full of tranquilizer, he couldn't have gotten up.
"Freeze!" David mentally kicked himself. 'They got me...' he thought. The soldier's voice was screaming, obviously stressed out. "drop the weapon and put your hands up!" David, who was stilling kneeling, and not looking at the guard, noticed Kevin's gun, lying stealthly in the grass, he grinned and slowly lowered his knife. "Okay..." David patienly waited for the guard to say the magic words. "Stand up and keep your hands in the air!" a switch went off in David's brain, as fast as possible, David grabbed the .45 out of the grass and pointed it right between the eyes of the guard and pulled the trigger.
click.
David eyes widened in fear, the gun was empty, the guard growled and shoulder the rifle. His life flashed by, all his friends who were killed in gang wars, when he played basketball for Racoon university before he dropped out, how he survived the Outbreak, and Cindy. The word Cindy just kept repeating itself in his mind, David squinted his eyes shut, and single tear fell from his eye. 'Cindy...I never got to...' that was all David could think before he heard the bullet fly from the barrel of the gun.
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bob: OOHOHOHOH cliff hanger! What will happen!? Its so freaky! Well newayz, I'm offa that writer's block! So here it is I guess, WAIT! You already read it!