Post by Ashe on Jan 20, 2008 9:28:58 GMT -5
Billy Coen was a free man now, thanks to Rebecca Chambers. He took a deep breath of the fresh air, luxuriating in it after the night of horror he had just faced, and remembered just how he had gotten into this mess. Billy had been on his way to Ragithon base to be executed for a crime he had not committed when his transport jeep had wrecked and had been attacked by these terribly mutated creatures. He had made it to a train, the Ecliptic Express, an Umbrella owned transport, only to be confronted with even more horrors. It was also where he had met the rookie S.T.A.R.S member Rebecca Chambers.
She was on a mission to investigate the hide out of a group of killers who had been terrorizing the community of Raccoon City when her helicopter had been struck by lightning and forced to land. Her group soon discovered the wreck of the jeep transporting him, and assumed he had killed the men and escaped. They had split up to look for him when Rebecca had stumbled onto the train. Not long after she boarded all the exits had been locked and they were trapped on the train, and if that wasn’t bad enough the train began to move.
They soon realized that they stood a better chance of escaping this horror they found themselves in if they stuck together, so they formed a truce and decided to work together. They explored the train, finding some indications that this had been no accident, but a deliberate act. Someone had actually set loose a virus that horribly mutated whatever it came into contact with. Making the subject more aggressive and making them grow to epic proportions.
The train eventually crashed into the underground terminal of one of Umbrellas training facilities. It too had fallen victim to who ever had spread the virus on the train. Which they learned was none other than Dr. James Marcus, brought back to life through his leech creations. He had wanted vengeance on Umbrella for not only having him murdered but stealing his work. He was the mastermind behind the T-virus.
The training facility was a piece of work. There were hidden rooms and entrances, doors with strange puzzle locks and everyone and everything that had been there when the virus was released had been changed into these zombies and strange mutations. Through their explorations, a horrifying image began to emerge. Not only had Umbrella sponsored these experimentations, they had encouraged them, even going so far as to provide human test subjects. They also discovered that this was not the only place Umbrella had turned into their own personal house of horrors. There was a mansion on the other side of the forest in which the same type of research had been going on. It was where Rebecca was now heading.
Billy shook his head to clear it. It would probably be wise not to dwell on it any longer. He needed to get out of here. He looked down at himself; his clothes were filthy and ripped in spots. The first thing he had to do was to clean up, he decided. He needed to find a place to clean up and get himself a change of clothes. If he tried to go anywhere near a town he was sure he would draw attention because of his disheveled state.
He walked for a while, before stumbling on an old farmhouse. It looked to be deserted, but he felt as if someone or something was watching him. Cautiously Billy approaches the back porch. As he draws closer there is a distinct smell of rotting flesh. Whoever owned this place had obviously fallen victim to the virus and that made him feel better about stealing some of the clothes. He looked for a hose and found one, turned the water on and quickly washed himself up, then went to the clothes line and searched for something to fit him. He was able to find a pair of fatigues that fit him rather well, and a shirt, though a little tight would have to do.
Billy was starved and seeing as the people who lived here were most likely dead now, he saw no harm in entering the house and seeing if he could find something to eat. He approached the back door cautiously, pausing for a moment to check his gun and to reload. With any luck he would also find some ammo here. It would be a long trip through the woods to civilization and he was sure the forest was probably over run with these creatures by now.
He takes a deep breath and then opens the door slowly. Inching his way in he finds the kitchen clear of any zombies, but can here footsteps coming from upstairs. He slowly makes his way down a connecting hall, noticing the blood on the floor and walls. Off to the right are some stairs leading to the second floor. In front of him is a living room. The living room is in a shambles. It looks as if a great struggle had taken place. Tables overturned, some of the furniture had been pushed towards the front door as if someone was trying to barricade it. Papers laid everywhere. Upon closer inspection he can see blood too. It is splattered on the walls and floor.
Turning around he makes his way back towards the stairs and slowly begins to climb them, his gun drawn, his senses heightened by the possibility of a confrontation. At the top of the stairs he sees he has there are four doors. Three of which appear open. As he inches his way to investigate them, there is a crash of breaking glass behind the door to his right. Billy moves to quickly check the opened rooms, finding two of them bedrooms and empty. The third is a bathroom and empty also.
Turning back towards the closed door he approaches it cautiously, gun drawn. He puts his hand on the door knob, takes a deep breath, noticing the scent of decay and quickly opens the door. Across the room by a bed is a zombie, who immediately begins to make its way towards him. He aims and shoots a bullet into its head. The zombie lets out one last mournful moan and falls to the floor dead. He quickly looks around the room and finds it free of anymore of the creatures. Satisfied that the house is now safe he goes back downstairs and heads for the kitchen.
No longer really hungry, but realizing he needs to eat he looks in the refrigerator and quickly grabs the first thing he sees and begins to quickly eat. Once that is done he decides the next thing to do would be to search for some supplies. He heads back up the stairs, entering the room with the now dead zombie. In the corner of the room is what appears to be a gun cabinet. He goes to cabinet and tries the door. It is locked.
Billy thinks for a moment and goes to the bedside stand that is overturned. Opening the drawer he finds a tattered paperback copy of Night of the Living Dead, and laughs to himself. Now if that isn’t just appropriate, he thinks. Not finding the key he turns to the other stand, the drawer has been pulled out and is lying on the floor, half under the bed. Billy crouches down and reaches for the drawer and begins to pull it out when he hears a sound from the closet.
Standing up, Billy looks at the door for a moment then goes towards it slowly. With his gun in one hand he opens the door quickly with the other, confused for a moment as he doesn’t see anything. “Please don’t shoot; I’m not one of those creatures.” A voice cries.
Billy looks down and hidden in the corner is a young lady. “Stand up.” He orders, a little harsher than he had meant. “Come on out of there and let me check you out.” Billy adds. “I’m not going to hurt you; I need to make sure you haven’t been infected.” He adds with a smile to soften the harshness before.
The young lady stands up and slowly makes her way out of the closet. “What in the world is going on?” She asks.
Ignoring her question for now, Billy looks her over, her clothes are ripped in a few spots, but there doesn’t appear to be any breaks in the skin. “You haven’t been bitten or scratched by that thing?” Billy questions, pointing to the now dead zombie lying on the floor.
“No. Dad was bitten by our dog Muffy. He got sick shortly afterwards. I tried calling for help but the phone lines seem to be down and I had no way to get him to town, so I took care of him here. Then last night while I was changing his bandages, he died. Or so I thought. I was so happy when he opened his eyes, thinking he was still alive, but he backed me into the closet trying to attack me. I have been hiding in there ever since.” She says, tears falling down her cheeks as she looks towards her father and lets out a cry of despair.
Billy grabs the blanket off of the bed and quickly covers her father. “What is your name?” He asks.
“Rhiannon.” She says. “Are you going to tell me what is going on?” She asks again, near hysteria.
“Well Rhiannon, it appears that a virus was released that reanimates the dead. Anyone bitten turns into one of these creatures. You said your dog bit your father, where is this dog now?” Billy questions her.
“Dad shot her. He thought she had rabies and put her down.” Rhiannon says as tears roll down her face.
“Don’t cry for her or your father for that matter. They aren’t suffering now.” Billy says trying to comfort her. “Do you know where the key is for this gun cabinet?” He asks her.
“Yes, he kept it in the beside stand over there.” Rhiannon says pointing to the overturned bureau he was searching when he heard her. She walks to the drawer and pulls it out from under the bed, quickly rummaging through the drawer. “Aha… here it is.” She says holding the key out for Billy to take. “Dad has quite a gun collection. I mean had quite a gun collection.” She says sadly, tears starting anew.
Billy takes the key and walks over to the cabinet and unlocks it. “Quite a collection is an understatement.” Billy says while admiring the arsenal. “Was your father expecting a world war or something?” He adds trying to lighten the mood somewhat.
“In a way I guess you could say that. He was forever going on about people in power going too far one day. He said he wanted to make sure we were protected.” Rhiannon says with some sadness.
This is a work in progress, I shall update it as I get it done.
She was on a mission to investigate the hide out of a group of killers who had been terrorizing the community of Raccoon City when her helicopter had been struck by lightning and forced to land. Her group soon discovered the wreck of the jeep transporting him, and assumed he had killed the men and escaped. They had split up to look for him when Rebecca had stumbled onto the train. Not long after she boarded all the exits had been locked and they were trapped on the train, and if that wasn’t bad enough the train began to move.
They soon realized that they stood a better chance of escaping this horror they found themselves in if they stuck together, so they formed a truce and decided to work together. They explored the train, finding some indications that this had been no accident, but a deliberate act. Someone had actually set loose a virus that horribly mutated whatever it came into contact with. Making the subject more aggressive and making them grow to epic proportions.
The train eventually crashed into the underground terminal of one of Umbrellas training facilities. It too had fallen victim to who ever had spread the virus on the train. Which they learned was none other than Dr. James Marcus, brought back to life through his leech creations. He had wanted vengeance on Umbrella for not only having him murdered but stealing his work. He was the mastermind behind the T-virus.
The training facility was a piece of work. There were hidden rooms and entrances, doors with strange puzzle locks and everyone and everything that had been there when the virus was released had been changed into these zombies and strange mutations. Through their explorations, a horrifying image began to emerge. Not only had Umbrella sponsored these experimentations, they had encouraged them, even going so far as to provide human test subjects. They also discovered that this was not the only place Umbrella had turned into their own personal house of horrors. There was a mansion on the other side of the forest in which the same type of research had been going on. It was where Rebecca was now heading.
Billy shook his head to clear it. It would probably be wise not to dwell on it any longer. He needed to get out of here. He looked down at himself; his clothes were filthy and ripped in spots. The first thing he had to do was to clean up, he decided. He needed to find a place to clean up and get himself a change of clothes. If he tried to go anywhere near a town he was sure he would draw attention because of his disheveled state.
He walked for a while, before stumbling on an old farmhouse. It looked to be deserted, but he felt as if someone or something was watching him. Cautiously Billy approaches the back porch. As he draws closer there is a distinct smell of rotting flesh. Whoever owned this place had obviously fallen victim to the virus and that made him feel better about stealing some of the clothes. He looked for a hose and found one, turned the water on and quickly washed himself up, then went to the clothes line and searched for something to fit him. He was able to find a pair of fatigues that fit him rather well, and a shirt, though a little tight would have to do.
Billy was starved and seeing as the people who lived here were most likely dead now, he saw no harm in entering the house and seeing if he could find something to eat. He approached the back door cautiously, pausing for a moment to check his gun and to reload. With any luck he would also find some ammo here. It would be a long trip through the woods to civilization and he was sure the forest was probably over run with these creatures by now.
He takes a deep breath and then opens the door slowly. Inching his way in he finds the kitchen clear of any zombies, but can here footsteps coming from upstairs. He slowly makes his way down a connecting hall, noticing the blood on the floor and walls. Off to the right are some stairs leading to the second floor. In front of him is a living room. The living room is in a shambles. It looks as if a great struggle had taken place. Tables overturned, some of the furniture had been pushed towards the front door as if someone was trying to barricade it. Papers laid everywhere. Upon closer inspection he can see blood too. It is splattered on the walls and floor.
Turning around he makes his way back towards the stairs and slowly begins to climb them, his gun drawn, his senses heightened by the possibility of a confrontation. At the top of the stairs he sees he has there are four doors. Three of which appear open. As he inches his way to investigate them, there is a crash of breaking glass behind the door to his right. Billy moves to quickly check the opened rooms, finding two of them bedrooms and empty. The third is a bathroom and empty also.
Turning back towards the closed door he approaches it cautiously, gun drawn. He puts his hand on the door knob, takes a deep breath, noticing the scent of decay and quickly opens the door. Across the room by a bed is a zombie, who immediately begins to make its way towards him. He aims and shoots a bullet into its head. The zombie lets out one last mournful moan and falls to the floor dead. He quickly looks around the room and finds it free of anymore of the creatures. Satisfied that the house is now safe he goes back downstairs and heads for the kitchen.
No longer really hungry, but realizing he needs to eat he looks in the refrigerator and quickly grabs the first thing he sees and begins to quickly eat. Once that is done he decides the next thing to do would be to search for some supplies. He heads back up the stairs, entering the room with the now dead zombie. In the corner of the room is what appears to be a gun cabinet. He goes to cabinet and tries the door. It is locked.
Billy thinks for a moment and goes to the bedside stand that is overturned. Opening the drawer he finds a tattered paperback copy of Night of the Living Dead, and laughs to himself. Now if that isn’t just appropriate, he thinks. Not finding the key he turns to the other stand, the drawer has been pulled out and is lying on the floor, half under the bed. Billy crouches down and reaches for the drawer and begins to pull it out when he hears a sound from the closet.
Standing up, Billy looks at the door for a moment then goes towards it slowly. With his gun in one hand he opens the door quickly with the other, confused for a moment as he doesn’t see anything. “Please don’t shoot; I’m not one of those creatures.” A voice cries.
Billy looks down and hidden in the corner is a young lady. “Stand up.” He orders, a little harsher than he had meant. “Come on out of there and let me check you out.” Billy adds. “I’m not going to hurt you; I need to make sure you haven’t been infected.” He adds with a smile to soften the harshness before.
The young lady stands up and slowly makes her way out of the closet. “What in the world is going on?” She asks.
Ignoring her question for now, Billy looks her over, her clothes are ripped in a few spots, but there doesn’t appear to be any breaks in the skin. “You haven’t been bitten or scratched by that thing?” Billy questions, pointing to the now dead zombie lying on the floor.
“No. Dad was bitten by our dog Muffy. He got sick shortly afterwards. I tried calling for help but the phone lines seem to be down and I had no way to get him to town, so I took care of him here. Then last night while I was changing his bandages, he died. Or so I thought. I was so happy when he opened his eyes, thinking he was still alive, but he backed me into the closet trying to attack me. I have been hiding in there ever since.” She says, tears falling down her cheeks as she looks towards her father and lets out a cry of despair.
Billy grabs the blanket off of the bed and quickly covers her father. “What is your name?” He asks.
“Rhiannon.” She says. “Are you going to tell me what is going on?” She asks again, near hysteria.
“Well Rhiannon, it appears that a virus was released that reanimates the dead. Anyone bitten turns into one of these creatures. You said your dog bit your father, where is this dog now?” Billy questions her.
“Dad shot her. He thought she had rabies and put her down.” Rhiannon says as tears roll down her face.
“Don’t cry for her or your father for that matter. They aren’t suffering now.” Billy says trying to comfort her. “Do you know where the key is for this gun cabinet?” He asks her.
“Yes, he kept it in the beside stand over there.” Rhiannon says pointing to the overturned bureau he was searching when he heard her. She walks to the drawer and pulls it out from under the bed, quickly rummaging through the drawer. “Aha… here it is.” She says holding the key out for Billy to take. “Dad has quite a gun collection. I mean had quite a gun collection.” She says sadly, tears starting anew.
Billy takes the key and walks over to the cabinet and unlocks it. “Quite a collection is an understatement.” Billy says while admiring the arsenal. “Was your father expecting a world war or something?” He adds trying to lighten the mood somewhat.
“In a way I guess you could say that. He was forever going on about people in power going too far one day. He said he wanted to make sure we were protected.” Rhiannon says with some sadness.
This is a work in progress, I shall update it as I get it done.
