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• 7Jun 08

  Resident Evil: Betrayal part 8

  "****. What a mess. Makes our jobs easier though. Nothing left of the facility to sweep out. Perfect time to call in evac," I heard Mark say behind me. I was thinking the same thing. Though I knew that there were still zombies about, I also knew that we had done our job as stated. We had inserted, taken out contacts we had encountered and assessed the situation. Although, at this point, I did begin to wonder why Umbrella hadn't favored a different, more thorough method of cleaning up. Oh well. "Yep. Let's set up the radio!" I yelled. At this, I looked to one of the new guys who was supposed to have it. His face was pale. "I don't have it. I, I left it on the plane!" He managed to stammer before I drew my pistol and whipped him in the face in a fit of anger. "God****it! What the hell do you mean you don't have it!? Everyone here managed to grab all of their equipment before bailing out but you, and now because of it, we're ****ed! It's not like we can get it back, it's in the middle of the ****ing OCEAN!" I screamed into his face while gesturing wildly with my pistol.

  "It's not my fault!" He tried to say, but I hit him again and again until his face was a bloody mess and yelled back, "Not your fault? Then who's is it? You had it, you were supposed to grab it, and you didn't!" Then I saw him start to sob and the blood on my pistol from whacking him so much and realized I had definitely gone way too far. He was new and on any other mission, would have been a relatively small screwup because everyone would have a radio. But due to the long range neccesity to call for evac, he had the big one. I suddenly yelled in disgust and shoved my pistol back into its holster. I walked away from the group pushing my thumb and forefinger into my eyes and gestured for them to help him up. Mark walked up to me and asked, "So, what do we do now? We can't communicate with anyone and this place is destroyed, so obviously there's no radio we could salvage."

  I thought for a while and remembered the other teams, and almost considered trying to find them, but they were all in completely different areas and the odds of meeting up with them were slim at best. Then I remembered a small harbor I had seen on the map, to the southwest of the facility, just a couple hundred yards. I suddenly jerked my head up and looked where it should be, and saw a few smashed docks jutting into the water five hundred yards away, with one rusty old yacht still anchored there. I stared in awe at the rusted piece of crap that was now the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life, and ran for it. "Whoah! Guys! Move it, follow the commander!" Mark yelled back to everyone after seeing what I was sprinting towards. It was a long run, I encountered several still squirming zombies buried by rubble, but paid them no mind and jumped over them. After a couple minutes, I finally reached the dock. A lone zombie was crawling on it and I quickly threw my knife into its skull and jumped onto the boat and headed for the helm. The other seven showed up just as I finished hotwiring the thing to start and I motioned them all on. We were heading home!

  Two weeks later and I'm sitting in a cell in Guantanamo Bay occupied by me and my seven squadmates...

  • Posted Jun 7, 2008 3:15 pm PT
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• 19Apr 08

  Resident Evil: Betrayal part 7

  After a long wait, I have finally decided on what to post in part 7. For those of you who ever read this, enjoy! This doesn't have any real action, but I just wanted to show what happened to the Rockfort Island complex after the events of RECVX.

  Adrenaline pumped through my veins still as the Crimson head fell to the floor and my team rushed to me. I put up my hand to show them I was fine and stood up slowly. My whole team was right there with worried looks on their faces as I spun around toward them. "Just got caught by surprise. Nothing major. Let's move out," I stated between pants and put my hardballer back in its holster. I grabbed my G36C and headed toward the next door out of this storage area. As I approached the door, I smelled smoke and death. I took point and kicked the door in to see nothing but the charred remains of what was once a security office. A wall of TVs with shattered screens from the heat of what must have been an intense fire buzzed on the wall to our left while the other two walls were nothing but smoldering ruins, burned to the ground with a clear view of what was once the Rockfort Island main compound.

  "What the hell happened here? Looks a bomb went off!" one of the new recruits exclaimed. I looked around the barren wasteland seeing burned down buildings every where with the overwhelming stench of burned and rotted flesh filling my nostrils. I heard heaving as another new guy puked behind me. At first I thought it was just the smell that did him in, but just as I turned to address him, I saw the real issue. A corpse dressed in the tattered remains of a security uniform lay on the floor ten feet to the right partially covered by rubble. The corpse's skeleton was visible in some places where the flesh had burned off and entrails and a torn stomach were torn out of its midsection. The head had fared no better as the whole upper right half of it was nothing but pulp with brain bits and skull fragments on the floor. The cinderblocks next to it that were once part of the wall caused the head trauma, while it appeared that some sort of explosion had torn apart the midsection.

  The sight revolted me and I turned my head away, again looking at the burned landscape. Suddenly, I saw the reason for the fire. A fuel tanker lay burned out impaling a wall. It all pieced together in my mind. I recognized the fire area as the barracks and prison buildings. In my minds eye, I saw the tanker crash and set on fire. Eventually, the heat had become too much and the tanker had blown up, bringing a large part of the compound with it. Eventually, the fires had spread, leaving nothing but the burned out remains of the area. That, or there was a darker possibility. Every Umbrella facility had self destruct systems, I knew that, but I wanted to accept the tanker theory.

  • Posted Apr 19, 2008 6:32 pm PT
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• 15Jan 08

  My cast and part 6

  Yeah, I just got a cast on today. It sucks and it hurts really bad. I was in Gym class and I jumped and landed with my ankle rolled and sprained both ligaments on either side of my ankle. I have been hobbling around and had to skip ski team yesterday because of it. And my school doesn't have a nurse! I had to have Ski Patrol evaluate it and let me know it was sprained and they told me to get an X-Ray. It's sprained pretty bad, so Dr. Matt, a family friend, put a cast on it so it would heal faster. Man this sucks. I also bought the Zombie Survival Guide, and it is ****ing awesome! Okay, on to part 6.

  I went through the next door first. Two zombies were in there, huddled over a still screaming body of a man, ripping him to shreds. I aimed down my rifle and popped each one in the head, then reluctantly put the victim out of his misery. There wer aisles of storage shelves in here, an open door to a janitor's closet, and plenty of dark places for the infected to hide. I pointed to a team member and then pointed them where to go to clear the room. The new guys got the aisles, Pat checked the Janitor's closet, and me, Mark, Ben, and the pilots all checked behind piles of boxes and paint cans.

  As I was going tomy pile, I heard something clatter to the ground on the other side. I stopped and carefully listened for a second to see if it would happen again. Big mistake. As I was standing there, a Crimson Head jumped right through the ceiling high box pile and tackled me. My G36C fell on its sling and I used my arms to try and hold off the creature. It kept on trying to bite my neck, and I could barely stop it. Instictively, I reached my right hand behind me for my Hardballer. I heard the others yelling for me, but they wouldn't get here in time. I had to help myself.

  The Crimson Head finally broke defense and threw my left arm out of the way just as I got a hold of my Hardballer. It screeched in triumph and just as I felt its cold teeth touching my neck, I brought up my left arm again and slugged it right in the side of the head. It was knocked off balance and fell off me just before it could bite down. It flailed its arms on the ground and finally got itself up on in a sitting position, keeping itself up with its arms. It saw me again and shrieked. It made a motion to come for me again, but one shot from my Hardballer to its head put a stop to that...

  • Posted Jan 15, 2008 7:31 am PT
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