Resident Evil: Hell's Feast

[The_high_king]

Hi, it is once again a new thread, by me. Hopefully it will last longer than my last threads. Anyways, enough about me, and on with the storyline, and so forth.

As you might know, (and I do mean might) raccoon city is now populated by these so called zombies. In turn, these zombies are all infected by the T virus, or something like that. Whoever gets infected by the T virus, will eventually die, and become a zombie. Claire Redfield has done her job, and now its your turn.
Within the remains of the once great Raccoon city, is a city in ruins. A city which has been sealed off by the government, and riddled with these undead corpses. Now, smack dab in the middle of this city is the headquarters for the Umbrella Corporation, which created the T virus in the first place.
Now, what is it that your supposed to do you ask? Well, your supposed to survive silly.

The setting will be present day Raccoon city, and just to make it interesting, its a stormy night. OOooohhh!. Anyways, as for characters, just make someone up. In fact, you can use:
Ash- from the evil dead series, and see how he pits himself in a Resident Evil type world
Claire Redfield- from the Resident Evil game itself
the no name lady- or Milla Johovich (if thats how you spell it) from the Resident Evil movie
Blade- you people know Blade right? the vampire killer whos half vampire.
Buffy- well, why not? maybe it'll add some life to this thread

Anyways, the point is, use your imagination. Make up a character, and see how he, or she fares against these undead hordes. I know this thread dosn't sound realistic, but thats no excuse to start using magic. Thats right, no magic hocus-pocus stuff alright. Keep it strictly guns, gore, and maybe some high-kicking karate, or kung fu moves now and then . And in Ashes case, a chainsaw. So if you've got a big thing for "realism", then I doubt this is the thread for you.
So enough of my chit-chat, and on with the thread. Have fun!

 

[The_high_king]

Forte Dodder

"What the fuck is going on", I yelled out, as the helicopter spun wildly. The pilot was too busy too respond, hell, he couldn't respond at all. He had a heart attack, and through the whole thing, he kept telling me that he was okay. And now this. I shook my head, "fuck this", I said to myself. I quickly sat, turned around, and scrounged around for the parachute. The helicopter was going down fast. I found it, and quickly strapped it on. I opened up the helicopter doors, and waved bye to the pilots corpse. Then I jumped.
I pulled the cord in mid-air, as I slowly drifted down. From here I could tell that I was going to land in a city. I was disturbingly quiet, even from up here. It was still quite silent, as I landed on the rooftop of some building. I landed on what appeared to be a warehouse. The walls were lined with red bricks, and big windows. Yep, it was a warehouse alright. I quickly removed my parachute, and began to look for a way down from this damned roof. "Now to look for a telephone to call for help", I thought to myself.

 

[The_high_king]

ooc: Just to let you people know ahead of time, I do have an actual storyline in mind, but I'll let that seep in to the thread, as it develops. If you really want to know the whole kit and caboodle before you join in on this thread, then PM me. I must warn you though, what I have in mind is kind of complicated. Hell, it even bewilders me. I'm also kind of worried that if I give away the whole thing, the thread will become a bit too obvious, and boring. So on second thought, PM me if you want to join in the thread, or if you have a different question.

 

[The_high_king]

Forte

"HHHHEEEEEELLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOO!!!!", I yelled. The streets were dead empty. I could only hear wind, and the rustling of leaves, and paper. I heart pounded faster wondering where everybody was. I put on my sunglasses, and pulled out a beretta. I could never be too sure.
I walked towards a pay phone, and poped in a quarter. I then proceeded to dial 911, but no answer. It was just a busy signal. I hung up the phone in dissapointment, and feeling slightly pissed off. I then eyed a newspaper stand, thinking perhaps I could get some info on what happened here.
The headlines were right in my face. I raised an eyebrow, as I slowly removed my sunglasses. I even squinted, and I still couldn't believe what it said. HORDES OF ZOMBIES ATTACK RACCOON CITY! The headlines were loud, and clear. I scratched my head, and took a deep breath. "You've got to be shitten me", I thought.

 

[Firewolf]

Wolf Jackson

" They ain't shitten you," I Say to the human standing in front of him. "There are zombies living here created by those bastards at Umbrella inc. Speaking of..." I turn to look down the street and shoots off a few blasts at zombie down the street. I replace the shotgun on my back along with all the other weapons on my person. "Name's Wolf the group of Mercs i was with were ired by the goverment to kill off all the zombies in Raccoon city we were sent in last week and now I'm the only one left."



OOC: If any part of this conflicts with what you thought up pm me and ill fix it.

 

[The_high_king]

ooc: try coming in later Firewolf. Perhaps it'll have more an "affect" so to speak.

 

[Lacewing]

Help me!

A young woman, about 25 sped down a path followed by a horde of things that once must have been dogs. Now they were half decomposed zombies with bad attatudes. She ran and climbed a fence trying to get ahead of the things, once down the other side several just jumped the fence

"Oh no way! common someone have a heart!!!"

Georgetta was a normal enough girl, had minded her own business, when someone thought it would be fun to put an electormagnetic tracking collar on her and drop her in a city of undead to see how long she lasted.

This just wasn't her day.

 

[The_high_king]

Forte

Still holding on to the newspaper, I heard something in the distance. Sounded to me like barking. Then the barking grew louder, and I could make out what seemed to be a pack of dogs. They were after what appeared to be... a running person. From here I still tell she was alive... assuming zombies can't run of course.
I poped my sunglasses back on, and ran towards her. Perhaps she could help me get out of here. I aimed my beretta, and fired a couple of shots at the dogs, and yelled, "c'mon lady! Move it, or lose it". I fired another couple shots. I already hit one of the dogs five times already. The question was, why was it still running?

 

[Lacewing]

Nearly out of breath she heard the person shouting and Georgetta looked at what apeared to be a living person, one couldn't be sure but she hoped so!

Running past him she let the guy with the guns fire at the weird dogs as she ran for the biulding and some sort of pretection between her and the dead rabid things

 

[The_high_king]

Forte

Click! My beretta was out of ammo. I took a breath, and holstered it. "Screw this minimum force crap. I'm going in for the hardware", I thought to myself. I spun around, and whipped out my magnum. I then blew a chunk right out of an upclose, jumping dog. It was then when I realised how disfigured these dogs really were. I then proceeded to blast away too many chunks of these dogs for them to ever move, again. Even though the growling coming from the corpses were profoundly disturbing.
I blew the away the smoke from the barrel, spun around my finger for a second, then holstered it... just for kicks. I went up to the lady, and said, "there gone now, you can come out. We need to talk". I patiently waited for her to come near.

 

[Lacewing]

Georgetta poked her head out from over the window ledge, a blinking light around her throught showed the transmitter, constantly sending movement and life signs. She looked at the man before her with distrust.

"yea?"

 

[The_high_king]

ooc: I sure wish this thread had more participents.

 

[Lacewing]

OOC Know whatcha mean

 

[Lacewing]

*bump*

 

[The_high_king]

Forte

ooc: I was beggining to think that you wouldn't care about a thread with only two people.

ic: I smiled, and said, "yes, hi. Umm... I'm new here, and I was wondering if you would happen to have a cellphone, or some sort of working phone around here at all. So, would you be so kind, as too direct me to the nearest working phone?". It was a plain, and simple question. I still had that "I'm a tourist" grin across my face.

 

[Lacewing]

Hey even two can be fun.. I'm sorry that more haven't showed this is a cool idea. Sounds like fun
/ooc


IC::

Her collar blinking she shook her head mutely unable to believe he asked that "Nothing, I was dropped here as part of a 'game' for some upperclass freaks." she points at her collar "registers if I'm still breathing, once I stop some creep gets alot of money"

She sounded bitter, after all she was just a normal girl, nothing huge and they dropped her without so much as a pistol!

 

[The_high_king]

Forte

ooc: no arguement here.

ic: I scratched my head for a second, and thought "I'm in a big ass city, and I bump into another tourist", I thought to myself. I cleared my throat, and said, "listen lady, I'm sure you'll get that necklace off eventually, and I don't know about any of these higher-ups you speak. But I do know that if you are also a stranger to this place, then you could of just said. None of that captured, collared, tagged, and released crap alright?". I looked around, and saw a man in a suit, sitting on a nearby park bench, and hunched over. I couldn't see his face, but maybe he could help me. "You know what I'm going to do lady, I think I'll ask that man for directions, or something okay? how does that sound? Perhaps he even knows where the closest working pay phone is". I patted her on the shoulder, then began to walk towards the man.

 

[Lacewing]

She wondered how on EARTH such a moron could have ended up here "Your funeral" and she went farther intot he biulding thinking of finding a small room and locking herself in it...

She comes running out with a zombie co-exsecutive hobbling after

"WHYMEWHYMEWHYMEWHYME?!?!?!" and she climbed a tree preying to GOD there wen't any zombie squirrels or pigons

 

[The_high_king]

Chester

"Hey you!", I said, as I tapped the man on the shoulder. Suddenly, the man looked up at me with a rotted face, and a snarl. I quickly jumped back, and pulled out dual berettas. I then had a change of mind, thinking, "no, these guns won't work". I holstered my berretas, and pulled out my two Colt 45s instead. I then fired shot, after shot at the man, and shouted, "die fucker... again".

 

[Lacewing]

"NOW do you believe me?" she shouted as the guy shot up a zombie that dispite being pull of bullets and now missing an arm was still trying to come at him.

 

[The_high_king]

Chester

Despite the zombie's valiant effort to go on, I fired several times in his head. The zombie was dead soon after. I took a breather, then holstered my guns. I turned around to face her, and said, "alright, maybe your story is true. What I really want to know right now is how do we get out of here?", I asked. It was a tough question for both of us.

 

[Lacewing]

She was still in the tree "I don't know... um.. behind you" she was pointing at something.. really large.... She wasn't sure what it was before but it was mean now.

 

[The_high_king]

Forte

I calmly put on my sunglasses, then pulled out my Colt 45s. I quickly spun around, and fired for all I was worth. Nailing the creature in the head several times. It's head was filled with so many holes that it was almost non-existent. The creature dropped dead mere inches in front of me. I spun my Colts around my finger, before blowing out the smoke, then holstering them. I then turned to the girl, and said, "now, come down and we'll talk".

ooc: Just to let you know, Forte Dodder is a matrixy, John Wooish, "let the guns do the talking", "do you feel lucky?", Max Payne-ish, type character. Hes from a previous thread that I did called "Raining Bullets".

 

[Lacewing]

OOC: cool, my girl the adverage heroine, useless for anything but state ovious and looking cute LOL likely will do something with her later, right now having fun writing her running from zombies, have I named her yet? can't rememebr have to go red the first couple posts))

She scanned the area and climed down walking over to the man and looking him over, she herself wasnt much of a looker but she held so much personality in her face and body langrage that it changed her from plain to whatever she felt at the moment.

"Hi" she finally said weakly

 

[The_high_king]

Forte

I smiled, and said, "hello indeed. So, tell me where you were dropped off, perhaps we can get away from this place through there". Before she could reply, I drew out my berreta 92f, (which was better than a regular berreta, and said, "you might want one of these by the way. I think you'll need it". Before she could reply to that, I tossed her another one saying, "lets make that two, just to be on the safe side".