Name: Lauren
Age: 23
Occupation: STARS member
Appearence(a discription): Lauren has long black hair and brown eyes. She wears a stars uniform, similar to Jill Valientines in the first game, minus the baret.
Items: A survival knife, STARS handgun, and a lock pick.
**Lauren's team was sent in after word of the outbreak, but on the way their, The team was attacked by hunters. Lauren was the only one able to survive.
NAME : James william
AGE : 21
JOB : Actor
APPEARANCE : 6'0 short brown spikey hair blue eyes swimmers build wearing black shoes black pants white shirt open collar and black leather jacket
ITEMS : Beretta 9mm 15 rounds and a couple of ammo clips cell phone car keys flick knife pen and a taser
had just arrived at his hotel when virus broke out has been studying for a new action movie.
i wake up my head bleeding slightly from a cut at my hair line i wipe the blood away looking out the car window screen i have chased into a over turned tanker truck i force my door open and stagger out onto the road way i see a cop car near by i jog over to the car for help as i get to the open police car door a police officer is lieing in the seat with no head. i quickly turn away coughing the smell is horrible. That is when i spot his gun on the floor. i quickly pick it up and careful search the headless officer for ammo clips i stuff the clips quickly into my pocket. looking round i begin to head down a back alley way behind some stores. gun in hand ready for anything.
Name : Damien Death
Codename : Rignite
Age : Sixteen
Occupation : Undercover United States Operative Umbrella Attack Division
Inventory : Cx4 Storm Rifle(fully loaded), Steyr Handgun,(fully loaded) Swordbreaker Dagger, three clips of thirty rounds each(Steyr), three clips of one hundred rounds each(Rifle)
Description : A relatively short teen standing at about 5'5'', wearing only a light grey beater, heavy protective pants, and a pair of goggles (has three different modes of viewing, Night Vision, Thermal, and Sonar). Body riddled with scars, including a few deep ones on his face. Messy spikish red hair covers his head.
Background : All biographies on the infamous ex-Umbrella operative Rignite are simple, explaining his place in the Evo Unit as the Angel Project. A successful experiment along with his brothers, Ranger (Ogre Project) and Tears (Deimos Project). The operative known as Rignite has since recenty switched sides, working to bring Umbrella down.
Rignite's escort had been shot down, his bastard of a brother had done it again. A single RPG did the trick, the explosion bright and vibrant. Rignite cursed under his breath, the destruction of this island was supposed to be smooth, but now his ride, his nice new speedboat, lay in pieces floating in the water. From behind him Rignite heard a moving chuckle, a dark figure took off in a sprint.
The teen growled and dashed off, coming to a wide open field with quite a few buildings surrounding it. Ranger stood alone, right in the middle.
Rignite and Ranger circled eachother, Ranger slowly removing his mask and Rignite his goggles. A zombie approached Ranger from the shadows to bite him, but threw a fist up, cracking its skull with no effort. Rignite grinned and dropped the goggles, then enclosed the fist down by his waist quickly again, catching a licker's tongue. He yanked his arm foward, ripping the licker's head clean off.
They're circling continued, it was Ranger who broke the silence with a calm chuckle.
"I'm both sad and happy to see you've gone soft and switched sides little bro. Or should I say, disowned little bro? Don't expect to carry the name Death like that anymore, you're nothing like the rest of us, you're weak. Now that you've gone soft, I finally have a reason to pound your ****ing face in!"
Rignite grinned and looked straight at Ranger's face, motioning with his hand to 'bring it'.
"Enough talk, let's ****ing do this already so I can kick your ass!"
Ranger growled with anger and threw himself foward, a right fist aimed at Rignite's face. The younger of the two leaned backwards ala limbo style and rotated his body to the right, everything moving in such a quick paced motion Rignite was caught off guard no matter how cool he tried to act about it. He brought his own left fist up into Ranger's arm, a sickening crack filled the air.
A laughing Ranger showcased the broken mask in his hands, he had pulled his arm back at the last moment and made Rignite miss, with that punch at least. Rignite took the off moment of Ranger's to throw his left hand up in a palm strike, catching the off guard older brother right in the chin.
Ranger stumbled backwards and gritted his teeth, spitting the blood out from his mouth. Rignite raised his eyebrows tauntingly, then took two steps foward, an angered Ranger pounded both fists on the ground in his young brother's direction, only to miss horribly. A large crack was punctured into the ground, Rignite turned up down on his hands to the side of the terrible aimer, and brought a leg around to the back of Ranger's knees, collapsing the older teen on the spot.
Ranger fell to the ground, Rignite jumped up onto his older brother's chest and unholstered his handgun in great haste, sticking the barrel straight onto Ranger's left breast and firing three shots. The older Death looked at Rignite with surprise, surprise that only lasted the few last seconds of his life as the cool breath of Death took over...
A breath that lasted as long as the surprise had, for Ranger's eyes flew open once more with a renewed intensity. His eyes a powerful red color, a strength unfelt even before threw Rignite off him and into the building behind. Rignite fell to the ground and then to his ass, his turn to be surprised.
"Hahah! You really think you can ****ing kill me so easily you little shit?!" Ranger jumped up to his feet quickly and cracked his neck, laughing evilly. The older warrior's hair had gun from a sharp blonde now to a neon green, his skin sprouting a hide of blue hair all over. His muscle mass increased within seconds at least three fold, along with his over all size. The former Ranger had stood barely six foot, but now he stood a hulking seven and a half feet. "Witness the power of the Evo Unit's Ogre Project!"
Rignite got up slowly, his eyes mad with fear. The grassy area suddenly filled a swarm of zombies, all attacking Ranger. The gigantic warrior lingered foward slowly, simply brushing the dozen or so zombies aside. The younger Death darted his sights around, looking for the handgun he had dropped. His Cx4 Storm Rifle was laying on the ground next to him, the strap that had been around his shoulders now snapped, but where was his damn Steyr?
Ranger continued his slow walk towards him, which suddenly became an impossible sprint for a creature that size. Suddenly Rignite's head was struck THROUGH the wall, a pounding headache erupted in his mind. "****!" shot through his mind, the sensation on his back became almost unbearable as he shot into action, grabbing the fist that grabbed him and throwing it through the other side of the open clothing store. Glass shattered and clothes flew out onto the street, Ranger caught himself midair and landed square on his feet.
With no pause they were at it again, Rignite's wings now fully spread kept him hovering. The angel dashed foward in midair, throwing three punches into the large ogre's jaw. Ranger took the hits gratiously, and delivered his own, a knee to Rignite's gut and a fist to his back, pummeling his younger brother into the ground. Rignite's scream was gurgled by the blood escaping his throat, his wide frightened eyes teared up from the pain.
Ranger chuckled at his doing and playfully kicked the body of the fallen angel up into the building across from the dress store, Rignite smacked against the wall just above the front door and landed on his stomach, groaning in pain. An indentation was left on the wall. The ogre grinned and walked over to his younger brother, palming his head with his gigantic hand and bringing the two face, to battered face.
"I told you little brother, you're no match for me. What do you expect to do anyways? Even if you ever COULD ****ing take me down, Tears would have no problem with you. I could never even dream of going toe to toe with him you ****ing idiot!" Ranger spoke in a pissed off tone, more pissed off about Tears than Rignite it seemed.
"Can't stand to know there are those better than yourself, huh moron?" Rignite chuckled and spit at Ranger's face, pissing him off even more.
"What the **** did you say retard?!" Ranger roared, squeezing Rignite's head, causing the angel to open his mouth in pain and scream, only to be shoved through the wall to his back. The ogre continued crashing the hanging body of the angel in his hand through the walls, until they were back outside. Rignite's body was a complete mess, covered in dirt stained blood and bruises.
Suddenly, a sensation was felt deep in his fingers. Ranger had started to throw his fist, still grasping Rignite's head, at the ground when the younger Death gave into the sensation. It took only a split second for results, Rignite's arms formed into wings of their own, white wings that matched the ones on his back, including the distance they spread out.
Ranger stopped short and fell backwards, dropping Rignite and growling.
"No ****ing way! You're already evolving again?! That can't be possible! We evolve fast, but not this ****ing fast!" Ranger screamed, looking the new Rignite over. Truth be told, the wings for arms were the only new development, but these wings were different.
They were a brightly shining silver, and each feather was enormous and could be picked out individually. Rignite gave a battle cry and rushed foward, slashing through Ranger's gut with the right silver wing. The ogre chuckled, almost embarassed the wing even touched him, but stopped chuckling when he realized his guts were literally, falling out.
Ranger fell to one knee, Rignite and he now were the right height. The ogre threw one hand to the ground for support as he choked on the pain. The angel cautiously picked up his opponent's chin with the end of his left wing, and grinned, slicing the creature's neck open and letting himself be covered in the spraying blood.
"You never could lose gracefully..." Rignite spoke, in a scary and evil tone. The angel controlled the two sensations, his body returning to normal, as he crossed back over to find his rifle and continue on. The famous actor, James William, stood in an alleyway just off to the side, mouth gaping open, eyes just the same. Rignite paused to fire three quick shots towards him, the zombies advancing on him all fell. "What the hell are you looking at fodder?"
(THIS is how it SHOULD be done, got it?)
James quickly on seeing this backed away into the shadows. He turned and hurried back the way he came. He spotted a bolted door and let 3 shots fire into the chain blowing it apart. He quickly pulled the door open and jumped inside. shutting it and bolting it. He almost stepped on the remains of a man holding a empty magnum. It looked like the man had tried to unlock the door to escape but hadn't know about the chain on the other side. James looks round the store room quick. Then heads into shop area. It is a gun store the front door is wide open and you can hear flames in the distance. James quickly runs over shutting the door and blocking it with a large cupboard. He searches the room coming up with a couple of speed loader magnum rounds and a shotgun with a few boxes of shells. he grabs a bag throwing all the guns in and heads upstairs to the shop owners living and bedroom rolled into one. He searches through the man's wardrobe to find a hostler for the beretta and a strap for the shotgun . he fixes the weapons and loads them while listening to the TV reports about the outbreak.
Originally posted by Rignite
[B]Name : Damien Death
Codename : Rignite
Age : Sixteen
Occupation : Undercover United States Operative Umbrella Attack Division
Inventory : Cx4 Storm Rifle(fully loaded), Steyr Handgun,(fully loaded) Swordbreaker Dagger, three clips of thirty rounds each(Steyr), three clips of one hundred rounds each(Rifle)
Description : A relatively short teen standing at about 5'5'', wearing only a light grey beater, heavy protective pants, and a pair of goggles (has three different modes of viewing, Night Vision, Thermal, and Sonar). Body riddled with scars, including a few deep ones on his face. Messy spikish red hair covers his head.
Background : All biographies on the infamous ex-Umbrella operative Rignite are simple, explaining his place in the Evo Unit as the Angel Project. A successful experiment along with his brothers, Ranger (Ogre Project) and Tears (Deimos Project). The operative known as Rignite has since recenty switched sides, working to bring Umbrella down.Rignite's escort had been shot down, his bastard of a brother had done it again. A single RPG did the trick, the explosion bright and vibrant. Rignite cursed under his breath, the destruction of this island was supposed to be smooth, but now his ride, his nice new speedboat, lay in pieces floating in the water. From behind him Rignite heard a moving chuckle, a dark figure took off in a sprint.
The teen growled and dashed off, coming to a wide open field with quite a few buildings surrounding it. Ranger stood alone, right in the middle.
Rignite and Ranger circled eachother, Ranger slowly removing his mask and Rignite his goggles. A zombie approached Ranger from the shadows to bite him, but threw a fist up, cracking its skull with no effort. Rignite grinned and dropped the goggles, then enclosed the fist down by his waist quickly again, catching a licker's tongue. He yanked his arm foward, ripping the licker's head clean off.
They're circling continued, it was Ranger who broke the silence with a calm chuckle.
"I'm both sad and happy to see you've gone soft and switched sides little bro. Or should I say, disowned little bro? Don't expect to carry the name Death like that anymore, you're nothing like the rest of us, you're weak. Now that you've gone soft, I finally have a reason to pound your ****ing face in!"
Rignite grinned and looked straight at Ranger's face, motioning with his hand to 'bring it'.
"Enough talk, let's ****ing do this already so I can kick your ass!"
Ranger growled with anger and threw himself foward, a right fist aimed at Rignite's face. The younger of the two leaned backwards ala limbo style and rotated his body to the right, everything moving in such a quick paced motion Rignite was caught off guard no matter how cool he tried to act about it. He brought his own left fist up into Ranger's arm, a sickening crack filled the air.
A laughing Ranger showcased the broken mask in his hands, he had pulled his arm back at the last moment and made Rignite miss, with that punch at least. Rignite took the off moment of Ranger's to throw his left hand up in a palm strike, catching the off guard older brother right in the chin.
Ranger stumbled backwards and gritted his teeth, spitting the blood out from his mouth. Rignite raised his eyebrows tauntingly, then took two steps foward, an angered Ranger pounded both fists on the ground in his young brother's direction, only to miss horribly. A large crack was punctured into the ground, Rignite turned up down on his hands to the side of the terrible aimer, and brought a leg around to the back of Ranger's knees, collapsing the older teen on the spot.
Ranger fell to the ground, Rignite jumped up onto his older brother's chest and unholstered his handgun in great haste, sticking the barrel straight onto Ranger's left breast and firing three shots. The older Death looked at Rignite with surprise, surprise that only lasted the few last seconds of his life as the cool breath of Death took over...
A breath that lasted as long as the surprise had, for Ranger's eyes flew open once more with a renewed intensity. His eyes a powerful red color, a strength unfelt even before threw Rignite off him and into the building behind. Rignite fell to the ground and then to his ass, his turn to be surprised.
"Hahah! You really think you can ****ing kill me so easily you little shit?!" Ranger jumped up to his feet quickly and cracked his neck, laughing evilly. The older warrior's hair had gun from a sharp blonde now to a neon green, his skin sprouting a hide of blue hair all over. His muscle mass increased within seconds at least three fold, along with his over all size. The former Ranger had stood barely six foot, but now he stood a hulking seven and a half feet. "Witness the power of the Evo Unit's Ogre Project!"
Rignite got up slowly, his eyes mad with fear. The grassy area suddenly filled a swarm of zombies, all attacking Ranger. The gigantic warrior lingered foward slowly, simply brushing the dozen or so zombies aside. The younger Death darted his sights around, looking for the handgun he had dropped. His Cx4 Storm Rifle was laying on the ground next to him, the strap that had been around his shoulders now snapped, but where was his damn Steyr?
Ranger continued his slow walk towards him, which suddenly became an impossible sprint for a creature that size. Suddenly Rignite's head was struck THROUGH the wall, a pounding headache erupted in his mind. "****!" shot through his mind, the sensation on his back became almost unbearable as he shot into action, grabbing the fist that grabbed him and throwing it through the other side of the open clothing store. Glass shattered and clothes flew out onto the street, Ranger caught himself midair and landed square on his feet.
With no pause they were at it again, Rignite's wings now fully spread kept him hovering. The angel dashed foward in midair, throwing three punches into the large ogre's jaw. Ranger took the hits gratiously, and delivered his own, a knee to Rignite's gut and a fist to his back, pummeling his younger brother into the ground. Rignite's scream was gurgled by the blood escaping his throat, his wide frightened eyes teared up from the pain.
Ranger chuckled at his doing and playfully kicked the body of the fallen angel up into the building across from the dress store, Rignite smacked against the wall just above the front door and landed on his stomach, groaning in pain. An indentation was left on the wall. The ogre grinned and walked over to his younger brother, palming his head with his gigantic hand and bringing the two face, to battered face.
"I told you little brother, you're no match for me. What do you expect to do anyways? Even if you ever COULD ****ing take me down, Tears would have no problem with you. I could never even dream of going toe to toe with him you ****ing idiot!" Ranger spoke in a pissed off tone, more pissed off about Tears than Rignite it seemed.
"Can't stand to know there are those better than yourself, huh moron?" Rignite chuckled and spit at Ranger's face, pissing him off even more.
"What the **** did you say retard?!" Ranger roared, squeezing Rignite's head, causing the angel to open his mouth in pain and scream, only to be shoved through the wall to his back. The ogre continued crashing the hanging body of the angel in his hand through the walls, until they were back outside. Rignite's body was a complete mess, covered in dirt stained blood and bruises.
Suddenly, a sensation was felt deep in his fingers. Ranger had started to throw his fist, still grasping Rignite's head, at the ground when the younger Death gave into the sensation. It took only a split second for results, Rignite's arms formed into wings of their own, white wings that matched the ones on his back, including the distance they spread out.
Ranger stopped short and fell backwards, dropping Rignite and growling.
"No ****ing way! You're already evolving again?! That can't be possible! We evolve fast, but not this ****ing fast!" Ranger screamed, looking the new Rignite over. Truth be told, the wings for arms were the only new development, but these wings were different.
They were a brightly shining silver, and each feather was enormous and could be picked out individually. Rignite gave a battle cry and rushed foward, slashing through Ranger's gut with the right silver wing. The ogre chuckled, almost embarassed the wing even touched him, but stopped chuckling when he realized his guts were literally, falling out.
Ranger fell to one knee, Rignite and he now were the right height. The ogre threw one hand to the ground for support as he choked on the pain. The angel cautiously picked up his opponent's chin with the end of his left wing, and grinned, slicing the creature's neck open and letting himself be covered in the spraying blood.
"You never could lose gracefully..." Rignite spoke, in a scary and evil tone. The angel controlled the two sensations, his body returning to normal, as he crossed back over to find his rifle and continue on. The famous actor, James William, stood in an alleyway just off to the side, mouth gaping open, eyes just the same. Rignite paused to fire three quick shots towards him, the zombies advancing on him all fell. "What the hell are you looking at fodder?"
(THIS is how it SHOULD be done, got it?) [/B]
the entrance
Name: Robert (last name is unknown)
Age: 13
occupation: small time theif
Appearence: Baggy Blue jeans, A ripped up old t-shirt skate shoes.
Items: A stolen knife, a skateboard and a first aid spray.
The stoy behind me..: A small time theif from the first accedent surrvived at age 9. supposedly killed own parents. Unknown last name. It has been a long time since he has seen his parents...
Skating in to town trying to get away from the monsters chasing me.
When i accedently run into james. I thought he was a another monster at first, so i pull out my knife and point it at his face i say, "Please dont come near me!"
Name: Raymond De'Angelo
Age: 22
Birthday: January 1, 1976
Zodiac Sign: Capricorn
Location: Raccoon City
Occupation: Pizza Shop Owner
Martial Status: Single, Not Looking
Languages: English/Italian
Personality: N/A
Family: [Deceased]
Friends: [Deceased]
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Dark Black Hair
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 162 Ibs
Blood Type: N/A
Special Items: Butcher Knife
Raymond sat down watching the endless drizzling rain from his apartment window. He was out of food, and out of water. He could feel the tension building up inside himself, he had to get out of here! He knew the danger he would face outside, but he could stand this endless waiting no longer. Raymond hadn't left his apartment for four days now. In all that time he hadn't spoken to anyone, there had been no electricity, and the telephone had been dead. He had heard the screams outside, and watched the terror unfold from his fourth story window.The safety of his brothers and parents where what concerned him most, although they lived in the next city, he wondered how far this chaos could have spread by now. Raymond looked down at the large kitchen knife in his hands. "It's time," he mumbled to himself. He walked over to his heavily barricaded door, and put his ear to it...Nothing. He hadn't seen or heard a soul all morning. He began removing the heavy furniture he had propped up against the door. Once the last piece had been removed, Raymond stopped for a final listen...Still nothing. He put his key in the door and turned the lock...Nothing...He slowly opened the door and peered outside into the hallway. Nothing. Locking the door behind him, he tiptoed outside towards the stairwell.Still clutching the large kitchen knife, Raymond tiptoed down the stairs as quietly as he could. On his way down he noticed quite a few pools of blood on the stairs, he did his best to avoid tredding in them.
Raymond finally reached the entrance hall. The door onto the main street had been smashed in and lay on the floor in several pieces. More blood was splattered across the floor and the walls, but there were no bodies. Stepping out onto the main street was an eerie experience. The normally chaotic bustle of traffic and everyday life was replaced by a deathly silence. Raymond didn't want to hang around, he walked around to the back of the building, making his way to the car park, to check on his pride and joy. Raymond quickly but cautiously approached the car park. It was almost empty with only a couple of cars still left there. His heart sank as he saw his E-Class Mercedes battered almost beyond recognition. Every panel on the body of the car was scratched and dented, every window smashed, and even the tyres were now flat. Raymond cursed under his breath, then quickly darted around checking the other remaining cars. He cursed louder once he realised that none of them were in any better condition than his own car.Raymond stopped to scratch his head and think for a minute. It was pointless going back to the flat, he needed to find another form of transport to get out of this place. If that failed, he would settle for finding some food, then maybe he could go back to the flat and sit out this nightmare for a few more days until help came.Knife still in hand, he turned and slowly walked back onto the main street towards the shopping mall. He kept walking in the middle of the road so that nothing could jump out at him without at least a little warning. His eyes darted from left to right, and he frequently looked over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't being followed. As Raymond got nearer to the mall, he was suddenly alerted by a sound behind him. He spun around quickly and guessed the sound had come from an office building he'd just walked past moments ago. The sound was like someone walking across broken glass. He watched and waited for a second.
Slowly a man ran out through the large broken window at the front of the building. He was wearing a blood stained shirt and tie, and he held his arms out in front of him and the zombie ran towards him. The man made a bloodcurdling groan as his vacant white eyes fixed on Raymond. "Holy shit!" cursed Raymond as he turned to continue his way towards the mall somewhat more quickly now. Suddenly he heard another sound like a door swinging open at the other side of the street behind him. He turned to see another zombie figure running out of a building onto the road behind him. Raymond started to run. Raymond's pace slowed down as the mall came into sight in front of him. Yet another zombie was stumbling around outside the main entrance and spotted him instantly. He stopped and glanced over his shoulder again to see the other two zombies were still following him in the distance. Raymond stopped to get his breath back, preparing himself for a fight. He watched the lone zombie in front of him approach. He was sure he could take this thing out without too much trouble, although he suddenly wished he'd chosen something with a little more 'range' for a weapon than this knife. He made a mental note to grab some kind of bat or pole at the first opportunity. "Come on!" he screamed at the walking corpse, swinging his blade out in front of him and trying to psyche himself up.
Undetered by this, the zombie continued to approached. He had once been an average looking man in his early twenties, but now his skin had stared to decay, his brown hair was falling out and his ripped clothes were covered in dried blood. As it came to almost within reaching distance, it extended it's arms revealing it's unusually long finger nails and opened his mouth with a toothy snarl. Bang! In one quick move Raymond ducked to his left under the zombies reach and came up with a powerful stab to the side of the things head. The full blade of the knife plunged deep into the side of it's skull with ease. As quickly as he had struck, Raymond withdrew the knife and jumped back. The zombie collapsed face down to the ground, it's legs and arms twitching. Raymond stepped back a few more paces, just incase.Glancing back at the other two still in persuit, he was pleased to see they were still a good distance away. A small pool of blood began to form around the floored zombies head, and the twitching stopped. "Oh yes." he smirked, feeling pleased with his handywork. There'll be no more need for any running, he thought to himself. He had always hated running and had never been any good at it. Especially now at his age. The running's more likely to kill me than these things, he joked to himself. He strolled towards the mall with renewed confidence.
Originally posted by Disturbing13
Name: Raymond De'AngeloAge: 22
Birthday: January 1, 1976
Zodiac Sign: Capricorn
Location: Raccoon City
Occupation: Pizza Shop Owner
Martial Status: Single, Not Looking
Languages: English/Italian
Personality: N/A
Family: [Deceased]
Friends: [Deceased]
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Dark Black Hair
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 162 Ibs
Blood Type: N/A
Special Items: Butcher Knife
Raymond sat down watching the endless drizzling rain from his apartment window. He was out of food, and out of water. He could feel the tension building up inside himself, he had to get out of here! He knew the danger he would face outside, but he could stand this endless waiting no longer. Raymond hadn't left his apartment for four days now. In all that time he hadn't spoken to anyone, there had been no electricity, and the telephone had been dead. He had heard the screams outside, and watched the terror unfold from his fourth story window.The safety of his brothers and parents where what concerned him most, although they lived in the next city, he wondered how far this chaos could have spread by now. Raymond looked down at the large kitchen knife in his hands. "It's time," he mumbled to himself. He walked over to his heavily barricaded door, and put his ear to it...Nothing. He hadn't seen or heard a soul all morning. He began removing the heavy furniture he had propped up against the door. Once the last piece had been removed, Raymond stopped for a final listen...Still nothing. He put his key in the door and turned the lock...Nothing...He slowly opened the door and peered outside into the hallway. Nothing. Locking the door behind him, he tiptoed outside towards the stairwell.Still clutching the large kitchen knife, Raymond tiptoed down the stairs as quietly as he could. On his way down he noticed quite a few pools of blood on the stairs, he did his best to avoid tredding in them.
Raymond finally reached the entrance hall. The door onto the main street had been smashed in and lay on the floor in several pieces. More blood was splattered across the floor and the walls, but there were no bodies. Stepping out onto the main street was an eerie experience. The normally chaotic bustle of traffic and everyday life was replaced by a deathly silence. Raymond didn't want to hang around, he walked around to the back of the building, making his way to the car park, to check on his pride and joy. Raymond quickly but cautiously approached the car park. It was almost empty with only a couple of cars still left there. His heart sank as he saw his E-Class Mercedes battered almost beyond recognition. Every panel on the body of the car was scratched and dented, every window smashed, and even the tyres were now flat. Raymond cursed under his breath, then quickly darted around checking the other remaining cars. He cursed louder once he realised that none of them were in any better condition than his own car.Raymond stopped to scratch his head and think for a minute. It was pointless going back to the flat, he needed to find another form of transport to get out of this place. If that failed, he would settle for finding some food, then maybe he could go back to the flat and sit out this nightmare for a few more days until help came.Knife still in hand, he turned and slowly walked back onto the main street towards the shopping mall. He kept walking in the middle of the road so that nothing could jump out at him without at least a little warning. His eyes darted from left to right, and he frequently looked over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't being followed. As Raymond got nearer to the mall, he was suddenly alerted by a sound behind him. He spun around quickly and guessed the sound had come from an office building he'd just walked past moments ago. The sound was like someone walking across broken glass. He watched and waited for a second.
Slowly a man ran out through the large broken window at the front of the building. He was wearing a blood stained shirt and tie, and he held his arms out in front of him and the zombie ran towards him. The man made a bloodcurdling groan as his vacant white eyes fixed on Raymond. "Holy shit!" cursed Raymond as he turned to continue his way towards the mall somewhat more quickly now. Suddenly he heard another sound like a door swinging open at the other side of the street behind him. He turned to see another zombie figure running out of a building onto the road behind him. Raymond started to run. Raymond's pace slowed down as the mall came into sight in front of him. Yet another zombie was stumbling around outside the main entrance and spotted him instantly. He stopped and glanced over his shoulder again to see the other two zombies were still following him in the distance. Raymond stopped to get his breath back, preparing himself for a fight. He watched the lone zombie in front of him approach. He was sure he could take this thing out without too much trouble, although he suddenly wished he'd chosen something with a little more 'range' for a weapon than this knife. He made a mental note to grab some kind of bat or pole at the first opportunity. "Come on!" he screamed at the walking corpse, swinging his blade out in front of him and trying to psyche himself up.
Undetered by this, the zombie continued to approached. He had once been an average looking man in his early twenties, but now his skin had stared to decay, his brown hair was falling out and his ripped clothes were covered in dried blood. As it came to almost within reaching distance, it extended it's arms revealing it's unusually long finger nails and opened his mouth with a toothy snarl. Bang! In one quick move Raymond ducked to his left under the zombies reach and came up with a powerful stab to the side of the things head. The full blade of the knife plunged deep into the side of it's skull with ease. As quickly as he had struck, Raymond withdrew the knife and jumped back. The zombie collapsed face down to the ground, it's legs and arms twitching. Raymond stepped back a few more paces, just incase.Glancing back at the other two still in persuit, he was pleased to see they were still a good distance away. A small pool of blood began to form around the floored zombies head, and the twitching stopped. "Oh yes." he smirked, feeling pleased with his handywork. There'll be no more need for any running, he thought to himself. He had always hated running and had never been any good at it. Especially now at his age. The running's more likely to kill me than these things, he joked to himself. He strolled towards the mall with renewed confidence.
Runs away from eddie and heads toward the town mall. He runs in to raymind knocking him down. Scared as heck balls up and screams: "Dont hurt me!!! Please dont!!"
He looked at the man, as Raymond startled from the man. Suddenly he got up and looked at him as he chuckled. " Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you. " He shaked his head and then plunged the knife into a zombie that was in back of the guy. As he noticed a Mossberg 500 Tactical with 590-style in a mishaped Police Patrol car. He grabbed the gun and dropped the knife. As he noticed a Beretta 93R on the other side of the patrol car. He took it and handed it the man. " You think you can handle one of these? " Raymond said in a low voice, as he aimed the shotgun at a zombie staggering from a grocery store. Walking up towards them, he squeezed the trigger, the zombie was hit in the chest and the head. Watching it collapse of the floor, bleeding from it's cranium.
me and raymond then walk into the mall to find refuge in a weapon store. only to find tons of zombies.. I shot a few in the chest but the got back up. i didnt know what to do while raymond was looking around the mall for other survivors i was locked in a room all by myself i thought i was done for and i said "DIE!!!" *i shot them in the head a few times but then i had but one shot left... im screwed i thought to myself.. but then all of a suddon this huge monster came in and bashed a hole throught the wall and started killing the zombies i was horrified but i ran out of the little gun store out in to the halls to find raymond. i didnt know where to look first. i ran to another small gun shop. i picked up to new berretas and a grenade and two uzis. i was ready i had made sure i picked up alot of ammo before look for raymond next. i wasnt as scared as i was befor but now all i am scared of is that big monster that had accedentally freed me. but first things first i have to look for raymond.
I traveled through the halls and they seemed to go on forever when i saw i bike shop i screamed with joy although was a bad choice and i didnt expect it but a friggin ton of zombies buted out of the bike shop. and i ran into the girls restroom thinking it was the boys hoping the zombies wouldny come in but i was wrong... i need raymond
the zombies burst through the door and i started shooting them with my uzis killing half of them. i kept shooting untill i ran out of magazines for them. i then pulled out two barretas and fired them untill i killed all the zombies in the way of the door... i ran and i was lost and scared. i need some help...
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Raymond noticed a huge spiked shape monster appear infront of that kid who came with him. He aimed the shotgun towards it's head and shot it right threw the head, as it collapsed on the floor. The kid wasn't there, " Where the hell did that kid go to? " He looked around and noticed a hoard of zombies going into the girl's bathroom. Obviously he had to be there, as he went inside the gun shop the kid went to. Raymond grabbed x3 Shotgun ammo and two Steyr GB Pistol's. He grabbed them and x3 for each Pistol. He crammed it in his back pocket and front pockets, He aimed the shotgun at a zombie whos throat was vicously ripped out with force. Cocking the trigger back at the zombie's head. It's head blew up suddenly, he smiled with his handy work and then ran towards the girls bathroom. As he entered he noticed the kid huddled in the corner. " Come on, let's go. " He said in a low voice, as he muttered something.