Post by Wakka on Oct 29, 2007 19:14:15 GMT -5
here is some thing old
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Every knock of the door explodes in the ear of the Officer hiding in the corner. It bounces around his head, makes his heart jump and die for a second, and his emotions burst. Cold sweat pours down his forhead, and blood running down his ankle. No, he has not been bitten, he has twisted his ankle and cut it on a pipe. And monsters and outside his door, almost taunting that he has no way, and if they dont get their way, he will still die. Luckily, hes in the downstairs of the bar were he has a secret cellar full of his supplies. He lives down here. And, its heavily protected. But, there is one problem. You can only be backed up in a corner for so long.
Officer Kevin Ryman aids his hurt foot. It was alright, but with these weird Frankentstein reports going around, he couldn't be too sure. He got up and glanced at the door again. BOOM! BOOM! It was barracaded with a chunk of solid steal he has melted down. He was hoping to make a cooler with it. Who knew it would protect him later.
He returned to his work. He was devising a plan and possibly a way out. He had a gun shelf, but all that was here was his first pellet gun, a hunting rifle, and a broken handgun. But that was not of importance, for he had known his great-father had kept this place as a bomb shelter is the war. Which means, there is possibly weapons.
Kevin placed himself in a chair. He had tears in his eyes from fright and stress, but did not feel them. They were almost out there because they felt it right, but he could not analyze anything through the chaos. His mind raced with thousands of thoughts and he felt as though his heart would burst from rising stress. He tried his phone again. Dead... wait-- There was a static and a voice.
"Hsk-HElp. Is-is anyone there!! HELP! IS THERE ANYONE THERE!" Shouted the voice. It was deep and broad, and spread everywhere but stayed in one place.
Kevin grasped the phone and hurried to reply, gloomily realizing it wouldn't help.
"Hello? Whats the problem? My name is K-Kev-Kevin Ryman."
"Hwej-- Wait--Wuh? You can hear me? My-my name is Jason Rick, I am a officer for the police department. Im using a special radio to get to you. Its horrible. First these "strange psychos" were biting people and we tried to keep them in check. But then the cops who handled them went crazy. Eventually, I had to escape and now im on a barracaded street corner on Sun Street. Its 4 AM according to my watch. How much battery power on your machine?"
Weird.
"2 bars. Ive had it off. I have a backup battery, but its broken--oh S***! There breaking down the door and trying to slip past!"Kevin shouts.
ryman gets his rifle and shoots an escaping zombie down. He then squashes another by kicking the steel block foward.
"Are you alright?" THe man said.
"Its ok, im fine. Im in a wine cellar in the Moonlight bar, ive got good enough protection, but I can't stay here forever. "
"Did you say Moonlight bar! I can see your back door from here through a broken window of another house. If I can get there, I might be able to mee-"
The signal went dead.
"Hello? Hello"? Ryman swore as he slammed the phone.
He sat back as wiped his forhead. The thoughts of the day raced through his head. And then.....
"Wufhdhhhh"
ZOmbie!
Ping!
"AhhHHHHHHH!"
Kevin sighed with relief.
"AhhHHHHHHH! Dont shoot!" said a Bar Employee.
Kevin began to breathe slower, but still heavy.
"How did you get in here?" Kevin heaved.
"Relax, I was going to steal some liquor and I saw you run in, trip, and cut your leg. And I expect a thank you, when you did, i was that mysterious gunshot."
The man said, revealing 2 handguns on the sides.
"Heh Th--Wait YOU WERE GOING TO STEAL," Ryman exclaimed, raising a gun.
"Relax! Relax! Dont forget youll need all you can get to help kill those bastards."
The man said.
The man has slick--wait it was pink! Slick pink hair and a black cloak. He had a red dot in the middle of his forehead, I guess some kind of tatoo. He wore no shirt underneath, and the cloak was open. He was one of the best bartenders, and his name was Will.
"Did you forget something? Guns arent everything," Ken said to Kevin, waving his finger. He waved his finger left to right and revealed a pole under his belt with a U shaped blade at the tip, which looked like it was on some strange spring.
"I just dont get it. First New york city, and something similar happens here. Only its worse. There fast. There strong. And they can speak some English. They said it was a prank, but it wasn't," said Kevin.
Several Hours Earlier.....
"Sir, Umbrella may have its greatest breakthrough yet. This new virus, its structure is different. It merges with your cell, and changes your DNA. From that, you mutate, not die this time. It then slowly makes your body become mutant-like. Then re-animates them like a christmas tree. But, yes, you become dead, and a pure animal. But weve found that the strong ones actually hold out, and it causes mutation pure to small brain function, about that of a retarted person, but increased mutated hormone levels causing uncontrollable functions. A thought sparks away instantly. And the more they feed , the more the live. Even better, we have a vaccine that makes us immune. But, theres one problem we have with it. It causes its own reversed immense cell growth, in other words, rabid cancer. Only a equal mix of it, the new virus, and possibly the t-virus may help." Announces the head of Umbrella Secret Environmental Xrational Yield facility (or SEXY) with many pauses.
Too be continued.......
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Every knock of the door explodes in the ear of the Officer hiding in the corner. It bounces around his head, makes his heart jump and die for a second, and his emotions burst. Cold sweat pours down his forhead, and blood running down his ankle. No, he has not been bitten, he has twisted his ankle and cut it on a pipe. And monsters and outside his door, almost taunting that he has no way, and if they dont get their way, he will still die. Luckily, hes in the downstairs of the bar were he has a secret cellar full of his supplies. He lives down here. And, its heavily protected. But, there is one problem. You can only be backed up in a corner for so long.
Officer Kevin Ryman aids his hurt foot. It was alright, but with these weird Frankentstein reports going around, he couldn't be too sure. He got up and glanced at the door again. BOOM! BOOM! It was barracaded with a chunk of solid steal he has melted down. He was hoping to make a cooler with it. Who knew it would protect him later.
He returned to his work. He was devising a plan and possibly a way out. He had a gun shelf, but all that was here was his first pellet gun, a hunting rifle, and a broken handgun. But that was not of importance, for he had known his great-father had kept this place as a bomb shelter is the war. Which means, there is possibly weapons.
Kevin placed himself in a chair. He had tears in his eyes from fright and stress, but did not feel them. They were almost out there because they felt it right, but he could not analyze anything through the chaos. His mind raced with thousands of thoughts and he felt as though his heart would burst from rising stress. He tried his phone again. Dead... wait-- There was a static and a voice.
"Hsk-HElp. Is-is anyone there!! HELP! IS THERE ANYONE THERE!" Shouted the voice. It was deep and broad, and spread everywhere but stayed in one place.
Kevin grasped the phone and hurried to reply, gloomily realizing it wouldn't help.
"Hello? Whats the problem? My name is K-Kev-Kevin Ryman."
"Hwej-- Wait--Wuh? You can hear me? My-my name is Jason Rick, I am a officer for the police department. Im using a special radio to get to you. Its horrible. First these "strange psychos" were biting people and we tried to keep them in check. But then the cops who handled them went crazy. Eventually, I had to escape and now im on a barracaded street corner on Sun Street. Its 4 AM according to my watch. How much battery power on your machine?"
Weird.
"2 bars. Ive had it off. I have a backup battery, but its broken--oh S***! There breaking down the door and trying to slip past!"Kevin shouts.
ryman gets his rifle and shoots an escaping zombie down. He then squashes another by kicking the steel block foward.
"Are you alright?" THe man said.
"Its ok, im fine. Im in a wine cellar in the Moonlight bar, ive got good enough protection, but I can't stay here forever. "
"Did you say Moonlight bar! I can see your back door from here through a broken window of another house. If I can get there, I might be able to mee-"
The signal went dead.
"Hello? Hello"? Ryman swore as he slammed the phone.
He sat back as wiped his forhead. The thoughts of the day raced through his head. And then.....
"Wufhdhhhh"
ZOmbie!
Ping!
"AhhHHHHHHH!"
Kevin sighed with relief.
"AhhHHHHHHH! Dont shoot!" said a Bar Employee.
Kevin began to breathe slower, but still heavy.
"How did you get in here?" Kevin heaved.
"Relax, I was going to steal some liquor and I saw you run in, trip, and cut your leg. And I expect a thank you, when you did, i was that mysterious gunshot."
The man said, revealing 2 handguns on the sides.
"Heh Th--Wait YOU WERE GOING TO STEAL," Ryman exclaimed, raising a gun.
"Relax! Relax! Dont forget youll need all you can get to help kill those bastards."
The man said.
The man has slick--wait it was pink! Slick pink hair and a black cloak. He had a red dot in the middle of his forehead, I guess some kind of tatoo. He wore no shirt underneath, and the cloak was open. He was one of the best bartenders, and his name was Will.
"Did you forget something? Guns arent everything," Ken said to Kevin, waving his finger. He waved his finger left to right and revealed a pole under his belt with a U shaped blade at the tip, which looked like it was on some strange spring.
"I just dont get it. First New york city, and something similar happens here. Only its worse. There fast. There strong. And they can speak some English. They said it was a prank, but it wasn't," said Kevin.
Several Hours Earlier.....
"Sir, Umbrella may have its greatest breakthrough yet. This new virus, its structure is different. It merges with your cell, and changes your DNA. From that, you mutate, not die this time. It then slowly makes your body become mutant-like. Then re-animates them like a christmas tree. But, yes, you become dead, and a pure animal. But weve found that the strong ones actually hold out, and it causes mutation pure to small brain function, about that of a retarted person, but increased mutated hormone levels causing uncontrollable functions. A thought sparks away instantly. And the more they feed , the more the live. Even better, we have a vaccine that makes us immune. But, theres one problem we have with it. It causes its own reversed immense cell growth, in other words, rabid cancer. Only a equal mix of it, the new virus, and possibly the t-virus may help." Announces the head of Umbrella Secret Environmental Xrational Yield facility (or SEXY) with many pauses.
Too be continued.......
