RESIDENT EVIL: The Time was Yesterday...War is now

* walks in the room , there was a dead creatures body* what the ...... * he walked past and saw he was in a sercurity camera office and turned it on* ..... wow * most of the rooms were a bloody mess as he saw them threw the screen* Greg ........... * room 101 he is dead a smashed skull and laid on the floor were there is a puttle of blood* ......... * puts his emotions behind and sees someone or somthing being tortured in a room , the emegency alarm went of and the entrance was sealed* why are they doing that ! *Rand tryed to find room 303 to meet up with this myserious tortured person* maybe he can help me out on getting out of this place .......* walks to the room*

(what happened to everyone)

did this die

((Nooo It aint, Just ppl have other things to do other than sit on here.))

~plus my pc and other things got fried by a serg the last time i was on~

ooc: yo all can i join in?

i am out of jail so lets go

((Hey everyone, its me Kohldia...I've had a but load of trouble tryna get back into my old account but for some reason I cant, so I'm restarting from this one. I'll need to know who is where and what the hells going on lol, as far as I know Berina's still kicking butt underground.))

erm...i'm new.I mean,not just on this forum,on this whole site...do I just cut in?

((Next time you want to ask a question like that hun...PM me or feral, usually this board is kept for rping...
But for now I think we should both wait. I'm the founder of this game and I've been outta action for a while so I need to recap before I can tell you what to do.))

((Ok ppl...someone needs to recap asap so we can get this up and running again))

((Ok, I have been updated and will post so that the story can keep running))

Berina walked down the scarred deserted street, a handgun in her ungloved right hand and a large, half broken sword in her gloved right hand. Her eyes suddenly sparkled with life as her ears picked up footfalls, they were more calculated than a regular zombies and this bought a small, grim smile to her cracked lips. Jogging lightly around the corner, she cocked the gun, aiming it at the oncomers. Realising it was a small group of survivors and recognising the leader, she jogged toward them, "Bildo...long time no see." Her voice raked out from her throat misuse.

The ever so loud ping, sufficed that a shell had hit the ground, or even more. Littering the slimy ground, empty shells had been dropped a long while back as eyes would scan for the creature that had just been there. The trail had ended right near the water, perfect. He had to go straight across the walk, which so unfortunately was sorrounded on each side by deep, murky and perfect for hiding water. Gun poised at the ready, feet would slowly lurch foreward, very hesitant scanning the water for any sign of bubbles which would indicate some oxygen had to be released. It wasn't that parasite, it had been something different, almost like an over-grown crocidile. Questions arose yet again, mainly how something that big could hide in this water. Enough with meaningless thoughts, there was something that wanted him for a meal and he wasn't going to let it touch him. A light click, and the pistol would be ready to fire at will. He could hear every last noise in this expansive sewer tunnel, the dripping and a few skitters here and there. Damn place carried noise, almost too lucky for him. Finally placing a foot along the metal walk, a sudden splash followed by a chain of gunshots would echo fourth.

Berina's hearing twitched, she paused and knelt, one ear to the ground and she smirked. Underneath them, something was playing havok...and it wasn't some mutated soldier with a sense of overkill, the bursts of fire were articulated by small calculated footfalls in among the sound of water. She turned without a word to the nearest sewer grill and lifted effortlessly. Dropping the grill beside her, she slipped through into the dimness that was the underground sewer system. Funny, she'd never been here before, but something prickled on the back of her neck...a mutation, or several of them lingered here, and they weren't here to party.

A small reptillian creature squirmed and drooped lifeless along the wet concrete along with it's fellow brethren who had been taken out quickly. Reloading, his duffel felt extremely lighter from that encounter, along with the heavy feeling in his gut of the mother most likely still wandering about. He didn't feel scared though, nor nervous one bit. In fact his blood seemed to be boiling, his form still felt heavy as well staring at the four dead corpse. They were like little alligator men or something, keeping his gun poised he would ease slowly down the walk. The sound of a sewer grill being lifted followed by the form of something landing would put him on alert turning a corner slowly. Spotting a figure, he held his gun ready aiming directly at their chest. "I hate to sound like the law abiding ******* but freeze." She doesn't look like a brain sucker. Project R looked as though he had just been through hell, as the black jacket he had been wearing was torn to shreds revealing possible surgery marks along his frame and the rather large duffel that looked to be straining just along the strap cutting into his shoulder blade. This he even seemed un phased by, still keeping the gun level with the woman's chest. "You a brainsucker?"

Berina raised an eyebrow, "Nice weapon...and no, I'm not. I'm Berina Valious, head of one of the only surviving semi-military factions here in Racoon City. And it seems you my dear man suffered the same fate as I did under Umbrella Corporations scalpel." Her eyes scanned what wounds she could see through his shredded clothing.

The weapon was indeed nice, looking as though the hand gun could perhaps have enough material to make a second. A brief chuckle sounded from him, as barrel would be lowered and placed along a holster. "Not much to survive for." A gruff noise came from him at the mention of Umbrella watching as he was stared at. Turning his head downward he would take a gaze at the shredded jacket, along with his old scars. A small gash could be seen along his armpit as well, but the flesh inside didn't give off a fleshy red tone, instead only giving off a somewhat gray one. The wound itself looked as though it was trying to pull itself back together, a white scab forming. Raising his head again, perhaps the solitary red eye could be seen as well staring blankly at the woman. "Well, there's a big croc playing around here. So, I wouldn't daddle." Brushing past her, he would move towards the once opened sewer grill shaking his head slowly. "Could've left it open." At that he would walk freely down the next tunnel, just waiting for something to leap out and 'grab' him.

Berina glanced up at the grill then back at the man, "If you want out...all you have to do is ask. I may look normal now but the reminents of the the experiments have stayed with me."

"You know..you've already said too much of those white coats. I'm guessing you were only in there for about a year? You could consider my time there community service." With that, a sound seeming like that of a bad elongated belch sounded coming just behind the two as Project R turned quietly back around. He had withdrawn his gun again all in one motion as well. "Yeah, i'd like out."

Berina flipped up, sort of an elogated backflip and kicked out the grill, her movements swift as she caught the now open grill and shot out of it, offering a hand down, "C'mon then..."