Resident Evil Outbreak: X

[Zeon]

((Alright, if you've played Resident Evil Outbreak, you know what this is, there are eight characters, and at the moment, three are taken, David and Alyssa (Taken by me) And Mark (SDAJ) So if you want to join, pick one of the other five, we may play as the others, but only until someone claims them as their own))

David stared into the glass, same drink he had every night after work, it was really the perfect drink for him, a bit smooth, a bit bitter, the kind of drink that a man with a heavy past would drink.

It wasa slow night at J's, only some of the regulars were there, Alyssa was typing next to the window, Mark and his partner Bob were sitting on another part of the Bar, Cindy was waiting tables, as always.

Seemed like just another night.

((Much much lisence will be taken with this story, you can bet on that...))

[SDAJ]

((Right on, my first RP. Here goes nothin'!))
(("J" is the name of the bartender, right?))

"Hey Bob... BOB! You doin’ okay my man?" Came a hearty chuckle. Mark looked over at Bob. He was looking a bit sick…

They had been friends growing up, even joined the Marines together. Bob was older, and always seemed to be the one looking after Mark. But when they came back from Vietnam, ol’ Bob just couldn’t handle it anymore, so Mark was left to fend for the both of them.

'Enough thinking about that’ Mark scolded himself. He wasn’t going to dwell in the past, not right now. He knew the dreams would be more than enough to remind him later tonight. No, right now he was going to enjoy his beer and listen to the music.

“Yo, sweetheart, another beer for us old farts!” Mark teased. Will had always been a bit on the feminine side, and Mark loved to give him hell about it.

“I think you two have had enough for tonight. Why don’t you take poor Bob home, he doesn’t look so good.” Will was right; Bob didn’t look so good… Mark finished off the last drops of his beer, and stood up. He looked at Bob for a second before walking to the restroom. Mark gave a polite smile and a nod of the head as he passed by Cindy, the young waitress.

Outside, a lone siren blared…

[Zeon]

((No, J is the bar owner, but he's not in the game, Will is the bartender

For a little boost, go check out my Fanfic, it's a novelization of the game as told through David's eyes, I need reviews...so if you read, review.

http://www.fanfiction.net~zeonofthetwilightblade

The story is called Heaven in Hell))

David heard Mark and Will talking, it wasn't unusual for Mark to give Will a hard time, to the untrained eye, almost anyone would think that he was a bit "Light in the loafers"

But David knew better, he came around the place enough to know that Will had his sights set on Cindy the barmaid.

He'd catch them exchanging glances now and then, he could see Will Melt with every smile she sent his way.

He smiled, they would make a cute couple.

A small woman walked behind him into the ladies restroom, she had longish black hair, and seemed to be asian.

He paid her little mind, not his business.

He heard the Siren outside, but he figured it was a "Test of the emergency broadcast system" and ignored it, as he finished his drink.

"Will." He only said that one word, but Will knew what it meant, he came and got David's glass, and refilled it with his favorite drink.

[SDAJ]

Mark was a little wobbly on his feet. "You never feel it 'tll you stand up" He thought. "I better make this my last round."

He was a few feet from the bathroom door, when a shiny quarter on the ground caught his eye. Mark stopped and bent to pick it up... and as he did, someone bumped right into the back of his hunched form. Mark stopped himself by putting a hand to the ground in front of him, but heard the racket of clutter falling and the sound of a woman gasping.

"OH! I'm so sorry!" Came the woman's voice. Mark pivoted on one knee and turned to look. There stood a young woman clutching an open backpack; miscellaneous small books were piled on the floor below. "Here, let me get those for you" Mark said. "I should have been more careful."

The woman brushed a stray lock of black hair behind her ear before taking a knee herself. "No, I'm sorry. I should have looked where I was going... My name's Yoko." Yoko didn't know why she had just said her name, but the security officer seemed nice enough. Or was is the buzz? Either way, it was too late now.

"Good to meet you Yoko, I'm Mark." He said. A big smile on his face. "Good to meet you too Mark." She replied. They collected her things off the floor, and went their separate ways...

Mark stood at the urinal, thinking about nothing in particular, when he heard some loud commotion in the main room of the bar. "Probably a fight" He mused. "They better have settled down by the time I'm done here. I'm too old for this crap!." He said to himself. "But I'm sure I could still bust some heads like I did in the Corp!"

Mark chuckled and headed back out...

[Zeon]

"Well this is a fine fix you've gotten us into."

The words of half of the comedy team of Laural and Hardy popped into David's head as the man who had came in, a hunched, overall ugly looking fellow, sunk his sharp teeth into Will's shoulder.

Will was being a nice guy again, he had walked up to the man and put his hand on his shoulder, asking if he had needed help.

He'd done that before for people who looked sick.

Granting, this was the first one that took a bite out of him.

Alyssa stumbled back from her spot near the window, "Oh my god..." she mumbled as she looked out.

David heard her voice and turned his head to look at the window, it seemed that the sick looking man was not alone by any means.

"S***." David said, almost quietly, he reached down into his tool belt, withdrawing the folding knife he's had since his early teenage years.

Will shoved the man out the door and locked it, then fell back on the floor.

Cindy had disapeared from veiw for the moment, David didn't know where she was.

He ran over to Will and knelt beside him, "You alright?" possibly the dumbest thing he could say came out of his mouth he cursed himself for being foolish.

"No...Dave...I think your tab's on me buddy." Will smiled, it seemed that the bloodloss was going to his head.

"C'mon, don't talk that way." David looked at the wound, there was no way he'd survive.

"Heh...There is a key...in my front pocket...get Cindy our of here for me...would ya?"

David nodded, "Alright..." He said as he grabbed the key.

Alyssa had pushed the two barrel's in front of the door, and accomplishment for a woman her size.

[SDAJ]

Blood. The sight of it sobered Mark up fast.

He had just walked out of the toilet, half expecting some of the younger men in the bar to be slugging it out… but this… this was too much blood for a fist fight. Will, the bartender, was sitting on the floor in front of the door. Blood was pouring from his shoulder, forming a small pool around him. One of the men, David he thought, was squat down next to him, saying something he couldn’t hear.

Couldn’t hear?

BANG!! BABABANG-THUNMP-BA… Someone was hammering away at the front door. Two barrels had been shoved in front, forming a make-shift barrier.

Looking out the window, Mark saw at least 10 or so people trying to claw their way into the bar. He stared in disbelief… only to have his stupor broken by the sound of someone yelling.

“Officer! We need your help!” A voice called. Mark ran over to where Will now laid, side-stepping the ever growing pool of blood.

“He f***ing bit him!” a random voice called out…

“Everyone move to the back of the room!” Mark shouted. He pulled out his 9mm Beretta and chambered a round. Everyone did as he said, except for Will and the man in the tool belt helping him… David was his name. (Mark remembered him from a few nights ago.)

Bob was still sitting at the bar, looking oblivious to what was going on around him.

“Can you get him up and to the back of the room?” Mark asked David.

[Zeon]

David looked at Mark and nodded, there was nothing more he could do for Will.

He shouldered Bob and led him towards the back of the room, he looked back at Mark, "I've got a Kew, it'll get us deeper into the bar." He shouted to Mark, then unlocked the door to the back room.

Alyssa moved by him, she had a handgun in her hand, He knew for a fact she knew how to use one as well, she had done a report on guns, and when Alyssa Ashcroft worked on a report, she made sure she knew what she was talking about.

Cindy came out of the men's room, Which was an odd sight to see, she was armed with the bucher knife, she ran though the door after Alyssa.

[SDAJ]

Mark stood with his gun pointed at the door. It wouldn’t hold for long… Hopefully everyone could get deeper into the bar before that happened.

A woman had drawn her own gun, and was leading the rest of the patrons into a door near the back. They filed in one by one; most now had some kind of make-shift weapon of their own. Mark slowly backed to the door himself, eyes -and gun- never leaving the front of the bar. He looked to his left, and noticed the woman he bumped into earlier…

“Yoko!” He yelled, his voice almost in a panic. “Yoko, come on!” The woman turned and looked at him, pausing for a second before running past and catching up with the others. Mark backed up even more now, and just as the window gave way in a shower of glass and menacing forms, he turned and ran through the door… Only to realize there were steps leading up. His knee smashed hard on one of them, and Mark let out a gasp of pain. Cindy turned and offered him a hand. Shaking his head ‘no’ he rolled over and kicked the door closed… just in time for one of the people outside to run face-first into it. Their screaming sounding more and more like a choking splatter. He yelled for everyone to get upstairs, but they were way ahead of him.

Bob’s voice, albeit quiet, came from above. “Mark, get your ass up here.” So he did just that… Limping all the way to the top.

[Zeon]

David had guided Bob to the top of the stairs, it wasn't to hard considering his condition.

He walked the man into a the next room and sat him on the couch, Alyssa looked at him, "David, I've got a nail gun, there are some boards nead the doorway, we can block it off."

Two thoughts ran through his mind, the first being, "She know's my name?" The second he vocied, "We still have to wait for Mark." He said as he took the Nail gun from her and went to the doorway to wait for Mark.

[SDAJ]

Mark fumbled his way up the stairs, pain shooting into his thigh with every step.

Reaching the top, he turned right and headed toward the others. David and the woman were gathering together a few planks of lumber, but Mark didn’t care at the moment. He needed to sit down, and to see how Bob was doing.

Limping to the couch, he heard David call out “We’re going to board up the door, can you give us a hand?!”

“In a minute… give me a second!” Mark shouted, almost sounding angry, but more in pain than anything else. He flopped down, rubbing his knee where he had fallen. Bob was asleep next to him… “Funny time to sleep” Mark though, but figured it was do to being drunk more than anything.

David and the reporter woman… “What was her name?” Mark wondered… “”Oh hell, no time for things like that now.” Putting the random thought in the back of his mind, Mark stood and made his way to David.

“Let’s get these boards up quick!” Mark ordered, although the others were way ahead of him… Giving orders, even when he didn’t need to, was a habit of his. At that moment, the door downstairs gave in with a thundering crash.

The three started nailing up the planks as fast as they could, while the rest of the patrons stood in the back and looked on nervously…

[Zeon]

((SDAJ, I know you are new to RP'ing, but this is important advice, David and Alyssa are MY characters, I claimed them, I don't mind you controling Unclaimed Characters, or NPC's (Like the random patrons...though I'm not sure how to get rid of them...) but don't control character's that other people have claimed, this goes for talking as well...now, on with the show.))

David let out a sigh as the last board went up, Blocking the doorway for the moment anyway, he walked back into the main part of the room and motioned for Alyssa and Mark to follow him.

Yoko and Cindy were sitting on one of the couches.

"Cindy, how do we get higher? It's obvious we can't go back down." Alyssa asked, She was a regular at the bar, and she never forgot a name.

Cindy pointed at a blue door, "I don't Know where the key is though..."

Alyssa reached into her pocket and pulled out a small kit, opening it revieled that it was a set of lock picks, "I'll work on the door, but try to find the key." she said to the rest of the group.

[SDAJ]

((Jawohl Herr Zeon! Wont happen again... Sorry.))

Mark watched as Cindy and the others looked around for a key. They needed to get up higher, or so he had overheard. This was all too much, his mind racing, thoughts of family and friends… friends… Bob. After nailing up the doorway, Mark had gone back to check up on Bob.

He was dead.

Mark knelt in silence at foot of the couch, a lone tear running down his cheek. “After all these years, this is how it ends… I’m so sorry.” The sorrow in his voice heartbreaking. Yoko stepped over and gasped when she realized the old man was dead. She put her hand on Marks back, doing what little she could to comfort him. “We need to find the key to that door over there” Yoko whispered “to get upstairs.”

The sounds of the people below becoming louder with each second… they had to get out of here. Those boards probably wouldn’t hold for long. Mark looked over at the woman in the dress suit trying to pick the locks. He smirked bitterly… “The hell with this key business.” he muttered under his breath, and with a determined pace, walked to where she knelt.

“Excuse me” Mark said, without really even paying attention to the woman. He placed a massive kick just to the left of the deadbolt and the door swung open with a violent burst of splinters.

“Yo people, let’s move!”

"Goodbye Bob. You will be missed..." Marks final thoughts before running up the stairs.

[Zeon]

David looked back at Bob before climbing the stairs, he had chatted with the man a few times, and held a deep respect for him.

He deserved better than this, left behind for the zombies to chew on.

But it couldn't be helped, he climbed upword, despite his distaste for the idea.

Alyssa followed, a bit surprised by Mark kicking the door in.

[jacknemesis]

Kevin walked down the streets of Raccoon City towards his apartment at his own pace, unafraid of the darkness that suddenly surrounded him. It was quiet, a little too quiet.. but thta didn't really concern him. He just wanted to get home, have a nice meal and then work out before getting some rest. He was exhausted, all day he had been running about with fellow officers sorting out incidents of disgusting violence. One person had actually been eaten alive by a gang of ten others, who were nowhere to be found. It had deeply disturbed him, what was even more alarming was Umbrella Representatives had been seen leaving Cheif Brian Irons office, and Kevin was covinced he knew something they didn't.

He turned a corner lost in his own thoughts, and all of a sudden he saw someone walking towards him from down the road. He stopped, and reached for his gun. He always carried it, where he lived psychos were plenty and he had had more than one occasion where he had got in a fight with someone. The guy coming towards him was shrouded in darkness, but the way he was walking.. Kevin was convinced he was a druggie. He hated people who were crazy, he didn't know why but he just did. Then he heard something else.

A low moaning, coming from the guy opposite him. He was nearing, and Kevin decided he best leave him to himself. He started walking again, crossed the street to the other side and walked a little faster. Without pausing, he looked behind him.

The guy had also turned around, and started following him. Kevin paused, got his badge out and decided it was best to confront the guy after all. Putting his gun away as he neared, he yelled 'I'm a law enforcement officer! Are you in need of assistance?' The guy kept walking towards him, and as he passed a streetlight Kevin stopped instantly.

'Oh my God..' Kevin whispered, taking a step back. The man, if you could call it that, was mangled horribly. He was missing his left eye, his right arm dangeled loosely by his side and blood dripped from the many incisions in his face. There was a massive gash in his chest and his left foot was twisted obscenely, as it dragged behind the monster.

'FREEZE!' Kevin yelled, quickly bringing out his gun and levelling it. The monster didn't, it kept coming towards him and let out another horse moan. It bared its teeth which were covered with bits of loose hanging flesh, and blood..

'This is your last warning!' Kevin yelled, aiming. The monster finally got to him, and Kevin shook in fear.

Then he fired.

The monster was sent flying into some nearby trashcans, eliciting a massive clang which seemed to echo in the night air. Kevin walked up to the body and saw a bullet hole in its forehead. How did this guy get like this? What could do this..

All of a sudden, almost silently, the monster got up. Kevin, shocked, backed away. The monster looked up finally, its eyes souless. Kevin gulped, and the monster roared, making him flinch. Then it lunged at him, and he quickly brought his knee into its stomach. Without pausing, he grabbed it by what was left of its hair and twisted its head, resulting in a sickening crack.

Backing away, trembling, he then turned and ran down the street, towards his apartment.

(hope this is ok, lemme know if it is.)

[Zeon]

(It's okay, even though in the game Kevin was in the bar with the rest of them, but him being on beat matrol adds a new twist on it, I like it.)