AN: Yep, this is the introductory chapter, to where I have to give the OA a
personality. Stick Around- Updates on the way!
Prologue: Fly, Bizatch, Fly!!! A helicopter with the UCBS Logo Spray painted on the side of the Helicopter enters the City. It lets three people off, and flies away. That is the cover team. Carlos, Mikhail and Nicholai Start to kick up some radio chatter. "This is Raccoon City?" Carlos queries. "Unfortunately, Yes." Nicholai responds. "Lets get some survivors!" Carlos demands. All their radios start to go static, and they hear a faint voice. "Call your chopper- your going to want to hightail it out of here." The Voice blurts out. "Who is this? This is Nicholai, and I'm part of the UCBS team. Are you a survivor?" Nicholai says, who is eerily creeped out. "UCBS? That's Us. But your just a couple of pansies compared to us." A different voice says, this time in person. A Group of people step out of the shadows. One is big and Large, and is toting a rocket launcher and has ammo for it. They all are different, like a deck of cards. Little did the cover team know, the worst was yet to come. "Unnngh." Drifts a moan, then more and more moans start to appear. They were surrounded, and the cover team started to run. They got to the cart, and set up base there. The Covert Team, OA, was considerably outnumbered. The pansies bolted, so that left them alone. They drew their weapons of choice. Trog, the biggest person in the group, readied his Rocket Launcher, as the smallest person, Shock, Disappears into the shadows. About fifteen minutes later, the horde of zombies were killed, all differently, and the only person who didn't move an inch, was Captain. "Good Job, Team. But not fast enough." Captain announced.
Prologue: Fly, Bizatch, Fly!!! A helicopter with the UCBS Logo Spray painted on the side of the Helicopter enters the City. It lets three people off, and flies away. That is the cover team. Carlos, Mikhail and Nicholai Start to kick up some radio chatter. "This is Raccoon City?" Carlos queries. "Unfortunately, Yes." Nicholai responds. "Lets get some survivors!" Carlos demands. All their radios start to go static, and they hear a faint voice. "Call your chopper- your going to want to hightail it out of here." The Voice blurts out. "Who is this? This is Nicholai, and I'm part of the UCBS team. Are you a survivor?" Nicholai says, who is eerily creeped out. "UCBS? That's Us. But your just a couple of pansies compared to us." A different voice says, this time in person. A Group of people step out of the shadows. One is big and Large, and is toting a rocket launcher and has ammo for it. They all are different, like a deck of cards. Little did the cover team know, the worst was yet to come. "Unnngh." Drifts a moan, then more and more moans start to appear. They were surrounded, and the cover team started to run. They got to the cart, and set up base there. The Covert Team, OA, was considerably outnumbered. The pansies bolted, so that left them alone. They drew their weapons of choice. Trog, the biggest person in the group, readied his Rocket Launcher, as the smallest person, Shock, Disappears into the shadows. About fifteen minutes later, the horde of zombies were killed, all differently, and the only person who didn't move an inch, was Captain. "Good Job, Team. But not fast enough." Captain announced.