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Billy's Story
Adapted form RE:O
By: Tyler Graham
Chapter 3: Observation
We were sleeping still, resting was more like it I could not sleep, I could still feel the power I just had running through my veins. The feeling was moving, I felt as if I could just throw my self-agenst the wall, and in and instance destroy the wall. I felt power that can't be explained. "Hi" she said. Well it was good that she was happy, it could be worse; she could have hated me after what I had done and still wanted to convict me of all my wronged doings. "I was thinking...about last night...I wanted to let you know that you were...great." That was a sigh of relief, I knew I was, but it was noble to know that she thought I was too. We got up; she followed me; I cannot explain why but she did, I believe that she found some confront in me, maybe for security, or something else. We started the train, well we thought that we did, but it was clear that we were not the people that had started the train, the crossing of the wires, the flipping of a few switches, and nothing we did could have done could have started the train. That meant there were survivors. The truth was, yes there were survivors, but they did not survive death. We soon found the ground near us littered with bodies of fallen humans, and of other people I had seen earlier on the train before S.T.A.R.S showed up. They were mounted in huge mounds of flesh and rotting materials, I could not tell how they had been attacked, well attacked would have been nice, the bodies had been torn, ripped, and eaten. There was huge bite marks on the bodies, the teeth makes were visible from a distance too, the epidermis of the skin had been destroyed, along with the muscles, and there were fractures on the bones, as to represent that the creature that mauled them had been trying to feed on them, not just kill them. It was a gruesome sight. The tissue of some were lying flanged on the walls, whatever hit them had no remorse, and an incurable hunger. Even the walls were stained with their blood. "O my god...what happened to these people!?!?!?" "I don't know, I just don't know" I knew it was hopeless to tell her. She would never believe me if I told her.
We had entered the very rear of the train now, it was dark, dreary, and stank with a pungent sent of decay. The only coverings were cages that had been opened by the same destructive force that had killed those people. The cages themselves had been burst open through the wire mesh, and the reminisce of blood and tissue were still present on the cage wiring. Everywhere we went there was the growing urge to get out, running away, leaving the vial train. We came about another dead body, only this time of an animal, a Rot Wilier dog, the same type of dog that had been in those cages. "What could have drove them into such a frenzy, to wound themselves" I could see tears sliding down her cheek, I did not blame her; we had spoken of out pasts (I left out the part of my adventure into the Congo) and she had described her dogs, and her old life; before she became a part of S.T.A.R.S. I had to pity her I just had to. She was lovely, I could not stop staring at her, and she inspired me to keep going, to strive on. We left the room, but there was still a feeling of uneasiness, I would swear that I saw the body of the dog move, but that would be impossible. There was no way that that cursed body could even be remotely alive, the body was too tangled and bloodied up. The back door of the train was unlocked, not too unusual but still very weird. Everything it took to get here, the door was almost too easy. We found a grappling hook out side Rebecca and I had to split the tasks, she pulled the lever and I took the grappling hook. We eventually got it, but I almost lost a hand, when the grappling hook was removed; a spike would shoot through the hole on the other side. "Why the hell would Umbrella do something like that, wouldn't they want people to be able to use this hook if they needed to!" "I don't know, please just shut the fuck up; I need to think." I did need to think, but I shouldn't have acted so vainly to her then, I should have held her because that was when she needed me the most, and I yelled at her. I decided on just going to the front of the train to stop it, either way I did not have a choice on what to do, because the train at that moment started to pick up pace. "What the hell!" "Shit!" well, those were some of the words used, but I had a stunning conviction, which even though the unspeakable just happened, I had to say it, "Rebecca I am sorry, I should not have yelled." "Its ok I understand, u just needed some time, and it's perfectly ok." The train started slowly at first, but soon it rapidly speed up. The train seemed to be at full steam; there was no reason why it started, or for that reason why it was going so fast.
There was so many questions that could not be answered, so many reasons that could not be found. Who started the train? Why? Why are we going so fast? What are these creatures doing here??
The answer we found was not to our liking, as you can imagine the only answer that we found was that of why we were going so fast. The train had been overrun with creatures, and more odd ones had been showing up. (Such as the giant scorpion) The train had been infested, and the train must be programmed to return back to base. That explained the reason why the train started, and why we were going so fast. "So let me get this, the train is moving, there are dead bodies everywhere, we are speeding to an unknown destination, and U have a problem with the wires?!?!?" "Ok so I am not an engineer, and I don't take to electronics as well as I should, but hay screw off; if you want to just chastise me then why do you following me around!" Ha she could not even answer, always taking me for the one who has to do everything. I am the one who has to run through hell and back, I am the one who had to figure out the input codes, hell I am the one that had to deal with the fucking H.L. (refer back to chapter 1 for further information about a H.L.) We got to the front of the train, realizing our destination was the Alkine Mansion in the forest, and there had been no residents there for years. We made our way to the front and found the disabling codes, but we still needed another pass code to enable the break. The quickest way to do this was to cut the right wire and the train would be shutdown or cut the wrong wire and the break fluid would be released and then we could not stop. This of course the later happened, everyone always says the red wire, but I found that this was not the same case. I still had a chance to get off the train, but it still required getting the pass code; me being the hero that I am, I decided to try and recover the pass code. I started to go back through the train; Starting in the compartment that I was first locked up in, then the main train cart, then the dinning hall, and then the rear baggage compartment. I suspected that the pass would be in the baggage area, after all there was no need to use it until they would have stopped, and that would only be in an emergency. I found a briefcase with two slots for what seemed to be stones, or emblems, well whatever they were there was already one of them in the first slot. I radioed back to Rebecca and I found that she had picked up another object in the room she was trapped in. So I had to retrace all of my steps again. I found that inside the case (once I inserted the other emblem thing) that it held the object we were searching for... the key card for the breaks.
I horridly fumbled with the remains that encompassed the baggage, and inserted the key in to the conductor's slot. I turned the key, the train came screeching down to a little lower, and still slower, but we had not stopped the train quick enough; the train slammed into a wall that appeared to be the wall of the mansion, but all I could see was screaming, and flesh burning off some of the bodies, and the train, the train was tipped over, demolished and still burning. I believe we were fortunate we got shot from the train car, well lucky was what I called it, but I was dreadfully wrong. The scares that I got from that incidence are ones that not a hundred years could heal.
Billy's Story
Adapted form RE:O
By: Tyler Graham
Chapter 3: Observation
We were sleeping still, resting was more like it I could not sleep, I could still feel the power I just had running through my veins. The feeling was moving, I felt as if I could just throw my self-agenst the wall, and in and instance destroy the wall. I felt power that can't be explained. "Hi" she said. Well it was good that she was happy, it could be worse; she could have hated me after what I had done and still wanted to convict me of all my wronged doings. "I was thinking...about last night...I wanted to let you know that you were...great." That was a sigh of relief, I knew I was, but it was noble to know that she thought I was too. We got up; she followed me; I cannot explain why but she did, I believe that she found some confront in me, maybe for security, or something else. We started the train, well we thought that we did, but it was clear that we were not the people that had started the train, the crossing of the wires, the flipping of a few switches, and nothing we did could have done could have started the train. That meant there were survivors. The truth was, yes there were survivors, but they did not survive death. We soon found the ground near us littered with bodies of fallen humans, and of other people I had seen earlier on the train before S.T.A.R.S showed up. They were mounted in huge mounds of flesh and rotting materials, I could not tell how they had been attacked, well attacked would have been nice, the bodies had been torn, ripped, and eaten. There was huge bite marks on the bodies, the teeth makes were visible from a distance too, the epidermis of the skin had been destroyed, along with the muscles, and there were fractures on the bones, as to represent that the creature that mauled them had been trying to feed on them, not just kill them. It was a gruesome sight. The tissue of some were lying flanged on the walls, whatever hit them had no remorse, and an incurable hunger. Even the walls were stained with their blood. "O my god...what happened to these people!?!?!?" "I don't know, I just don't know" I knew it was hopeless to tell her. She would never believe me if I told her.
We had entered the very rear of the train now, it was dark, dreary, and stank with a pungent sent of decay. The only coverings were cages that had been opened by the same destructive force that had killed those people. The cages themselves had been burst open through the wire mesh, and the reminisce of blood and tissue were still present on the cage wiring. Everywhere we went there was the growing urge to get out, running away, leaving the vial train. We came about another dead body, only this time of an animal, a Rot Wilier dog, the same type of dog that had been in those cages. "What could have drove them into such a frenzy, to wound themselves" I could see tears sliding down her cheek, I did not blame her; we had spoken of out pasts (I left out the part of my adventure into the Congo) and she had described her dogs, and her old life; before she became a part of S.T.A.R.S. I had to pity her I just had to. She was lovely, I could not stop staring at her, and she inspired me to keep going, to strive on. We left the room, but there was still a feeling of uneasiness, I would swear that I saw the body of the dog move, but that would be impossible. There was no way that that cursed body could even be remotely alive, the body was too tangled and bloodied up. The back door of the train was unlocked, not too unusual but still very weird. Everything it took to get here, the door was almost too easy. We found a grappling hook out side Rebecca and I had to split the tasks, she pulled the lever and I took the grappling hook. We eventually got it, but I almost lost a hand, when the grappling hook was removed; a spike would shoot through the hole on the other side. "Why the hell would Umbrella do something like that, wouldn't they want people to be able to use this hook if they needed to!" "I don't know, please just shut the fuck up; I need to think." I did need to think, but I shouldn't have acted so vainly to her then, I should have held her because that was when she needed me the most, and I yelled at her. I decided on just going to the front of the train to stop it, either way I did not have a choice on what to do, because the train at that moment started to pick up pace. "What the hell!" "Shit!" well, those were some of the words used, but I had a stunning conviction, which even though the unspeakable just happened, I had to say it, "Rebecca I am sorry, I should not have yelled." "Its ok I understand, u just needed some time, and it's perfectly ok." The train started slowly at first, but soon it rapidly speed up. The train seemed to be at full steam; there was no reason why it started, or for that reason why it was going so fast.
There was so many questions that could not be answered, so many reasons that could not be found. Who started the train? Why? Why are we going so fast? What are these creatures doing here??
The answer we found was not to our liking, as you can imagine the only answer that we found was that of why we were going so fast. The train had been overrun with creatures, and more odd ones had been showing up. (Such as the giant scorpion) The train had been infested, and the train must be programmed to return back to base. That explained the reason why the train started, and why we were going so fast. "So let me get this, the train is moving, there are dead bodies everywhere, we are speeding to an unknown destination, and U have a problem with the wires?!?!?" "Ok so I am not an engineer, and I don't take to electronics as well as I should, but hay screw off; if you want to just chastise me then why do you following me around!" Ha she could not even answer, always taking me for the one who has to do everything. I am the one who has to run through hell and back, I am the one who had to figure out the input codes, hell I am the one that had to deal with the fucking H.L. (refer back to chapter 1 for further information about a H.L.) We got to the front of the train, realizing our destination was the Alkine Mansion in the forest, and there had been no residents there for years. We made our way to the front and found the disabling codes, but we still needed another pass code to enable the break. The quickest way to do this was to cut the right wire and the train would be shutdown or cut the wrong wire and the break fluid would be released and then we could not stop. This of course the later happened, everyone always says the red wire, but I found that this was not the same case. I still had a chance to get off the train, but it still required getting the pass code; me being the hero that I am, I decided to try and recover the pass code. I started to go back through the train; Starting in the compartment that I was first locked up in, then the main train cart, then the dinning hall, and then the rear baggage compartment. I suspected that the pass would be in the baggage area, after all there was no need to use it until they would have stopped, and that would only be in an emergency. I found a briefcase with two slots for what seemed to be stones, or emblems, well whatever they were there was already one of them in the first slot. I radioed back to Rebecca and I found that she had picked up another object in the room she was trapped in. So I had to retrace all of my steps again. I found that inside the case (once I inserted the other emblem thing) that it held the object we were searching for... the key card for the breaks.
I horridly fumbled with the remains that encompassed the baggage, and inserted the key in to the conductor's slot. I turned the key, the train came screeching down to a little lower, and still slower, but we had not stopped the train quick enough; the train slammed into a wall that appeared to be the wall of the mansion, but all I could see was screaming, and flesh burning off some of the bodies, and the train, the train was tipped over, demolished and still burning. I believe we were fortunate we got shot from the train car, well lucky was what I called it, but I was dreadfully wrong. The scares that I got from that incidence are ones that not a hundred years could heal.