Racoon City

[dark]

I do not own any rights to Resident Evil at all.

OK You create your own character who lives in Racoon City during the unfortunate viral outbreak of the T-virus, causing zombies to run rampant throughout the city. This is about survival, not saving the world. Just escaping the nightmare, it should be fun if we can add some humour and seriousness.

Use this format for your characters:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Profession/Career:
Weapons/Items:
History: (A little backround please)

Please don't just try and save the world, we are all normal people, we just want to survive.

I'll start things off.


Name: Ken Anderson
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Profession/Career: R.P.D (Racoon City Police Department)
Weapons/Items: 9mm Handgun, Nightstick, Pocket Knife, Flash Light
History: The name is Ken Anderson, Racoon City Police officer. I always thought nothing could happen in this town; nothing special. I have been on the force for about four years now. I had no idea how naive I was, and how much stronger this nightmare would make me...

Racoon City, 1999



I sat in my patrol car, waiting on the side of the road for any suspicious activity; giving out speeding tickets and what not. Suddenly a red car smashes into a telephone pole just a few feet in front of me. I hopped out of my car and ran over, flicking on my flashlight and pointing it inside the car. A man flew through the windshield and sat ontop of the car, lifeless. I put my hand on the man's neck.

"No pulse..." I muttered.

As I turned around to call for an ambulance, I noticed a man limping towards me. He was wierd looking; gray, discolored skin, a slacked jaw, a blank expression, his mouth slightly opened. I shined my flashlight in his face.

"Sir...? Can I help you?" I said as he quickly limped towards me. He murmurs something in a low, quiet tone, almost as if he were groaning.

Slightly confused, I backed away and pulled my gun out of the holster.

"Don't come any closer sir. I mean it..." I said, pointing my gun at him.

He responded with an unending groan. As he walked closer, he raised his hands as if he were going to grab onto me. I elluded his grasp and kicked him sideways, sending him to the floor.

"Sir, you are under arrest!" I said.

I had forgotten all about the dead man ontop of the red car and tilted my head. He was gone! I backed up and behind the red car I saw two men feasting on the dead body. I flicked off the safety on my 9mm handgun and fired at the two zombies, knocking them off. Suddenly, the dead man rose from his pool of blood and raced at me.

"What is going on here?" I said, watching the two zombies I had shot get up without even noticing their wounds.

Outnumbered, I had no choice but to hop in my police car and head off. After a few minutes, I had run out of gas. I hopped out of my police car and tried to call for backup.

"No response..." I muttered.

With nothing else to do, I made my way inside of the nearest bar to find some normal people.

OOC (Out of Character): Can I request that you guys make characters who are at the bar so we can have some survivor interaction?

[Guitarist98]

Name : Martin Watkins
Age : 23
Gender : Male
Profession : Go Kart rider at the nearby track and part time singer in a small time band named 'Madison'
Weopens: Knife, Colt 911 and a drumstick...

History : After leaving high school and moving away from his parents in Racoon City Martin is chasing his dream, to have a succesful band. Often referring to himself as Dewey Finn he has his own band with his cousin, Alex Ryd and they play the odd party or park with thier two friends, Kaz Johnson and Mickey Richards

Awaking in the middle of the road with my coat and rucksack on I looked along the street. It was empty. Taking a moment to come around and explore I noticed that everything was not right. The whole street was gone, every house was empty and the shops were still unlocked, but not occupied. Pulling the rucksack onto my shoulders and walking along the street I took a look at my Colt.

''Well no bullets means that it trash to me'' I though and I tossed away the weopen and made my way over to the gun shop in the centre of the city...not knowing the terrror that was happening...

[Mike||MegaLolz]

moved to the Games Room.

x

[dark]

Make a character lol.

[Mike||MegaLolz]

No, i'd rather get on with Admin work, and look for a new car

[dark]

[Captain Steve]

Name: Bill
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Profession/Career: Zoologist
Weapons/Items: Shotgun, stolen from a farm near Racoon City.
History: Was a computer consultant, then his girlfriend left him and now he underperformed at work and was fired.

The rain was lashing the ground as Bill made his way home, winding his way through the dark city. As he made his way down one alley he saw what appeared to be a person lying on the ground, soaked in blood. Moving closer he recognised the uniform of the Raccoon City police force.

Bill stepped up to the corpse, and saw that he was covered in bite marks. Then he noticed he was not alone. 2 other people were there, but their skin had a pallid grey look about it, and they were staring at him with white unseeing eyes. He backed away, taking the policemans gun from where it lay next to his corpse. Backing against the wall of the alley, he took aim and prayed there was bullets in it...

Bill looked with relief on the fallen zombies. His gun was empty, plainly the cop had tried to kill the zombies but failed. But just when he gave up hope of survival, the alleyway was lit by some brief flashes, and the zombies fell down.

"C'mon bud! We have to get to the gas station!" someone shouted. "I'm with R.P.D!". Well, thank God for that thought Bill. Falling in with the cop, he asked for some more ammo for the gun, and was given a magazine of bullets for his pistol. With what he had scrounged from the dead cop, he now had 3 mags.

The two men snuck down the alley and, heading towards the gas station, faded into the night..

Bill was useless- he was a civilian, not someone cut out for fighting. As Ken strode towards the zombies, firing with a shotgun, Bill was crouched in the corner being sick. "There's too many Bill!" came Ken's voice, "Try to find a back door!". Roused by the desperateness in Ken's voice, Bill got up and staggered into a room at the back of the shop, pulling out his 9mm as he went. Trouble was, there was someone already there.

''Get back!'' Bill exclaimed in a voice higher than his own. The thing groaned, and began to stagger towards Bill. Bill took aim, pulled the trigger, and flinched as the gun went off. That was the first time he'd ever fired a gun. Red burst from the zombie's head, it fell down and didn't move again. Ken ran into the room, with 2 shotguns and another bag with ammo. He shut the door as he came in, and locked it with the old metal bolt. He tried to pass one of the shotguns to Bill, but Bill wouldn't take it.

''I can't shoot anything!'' he exclaimed. ''Show me how to reload, I'll do that for you with one shotgun while you shoot them with the other''. Ken obliged, showing him how to reload as the door behind him was banged and pushed from the other side. The bolt was holding the zombies, for now. Holding one of the shotguns, Ken led the way out of the back door, both men carefully stepping over the sprawled zombie on the floor. Vaulting the gate, they fled into the darkness of the alley, praying that dawn would bring a better day..

[dark]

They ran out into the city streets, where hordes of zombies feasted on the innocent victims; that being the civilians of Racoon City. Slightly bothered by his entire life being destroyed right before his eyes, this only strengthened Ken's fortitude and will power, making him even more dangerous than before. Running through the streets, Ken and Bill gunned down the zombies that came too close.

As they made their way to the Gas Station, the two men were appauled at the sight of crowds of zombies blocking the way. With this current dilemma, it would be very difficult to get through.

Ken looked to the left, spotting an apartment complex. Next to it was a fire escape that led to and from the city streets. Ken sparked an idea.

"Hey... Bill? I'm going to try and lead those zombies here! Then we'll lead them to the top floor and escape through the fire escape. Let's do it!" Ken said with a fierce determination in his voice.

It was apparent that Ken had the characteristics of a natural leader. He was loyal, determined, unwavering, and calm.

Ken bashed open an abandoned car, and beeped the horn furiously. After this, he fired 3 flares up to his position.

I sure hope this works. Ken thought as they dashed into the apartment building.

Before entering the complex, Ken fired another flare to find other survivors. He held his Spas shotgun in hand as Ken and Bill made there way to the stairs. Behind them was about fifty zombies with empty stomachs.

"We have to go up these stairs!" yelled Ken, "Top floor!"

Bill nodded and they both ran up; Ken held his shotgun in hand shooting and moving.

[redhotvixen_69]

Originally Posted by Guitarist98

Name : Martin Watkins
Age : 23
Gender : Male

that soooo weird.

you named yourself after dark

[dark]

My second name's not Watkins.

[redhotvixen_69]

But it is Martin though

[bineye]

Name: Steve Kolinko
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Profession/Career: Hot Dog Vendor
Weapons/Items: A branch ripped from a tree, a Kleenex, a cd player, cadburys flake, mobile phone, a copy of the fake sound of progress, a bank statement, a wallet with no money only pictures of his lost family, a remote control, a usb cable and a pack of batteries

History: Steve was a footballer in his native Latvia, before being deported after being wrongly accused of eating a policemans cheese. He was on the next plane to racoon city, and the next thing he knows, hes homeless and earns small amounts of cash by pushing his portable hot dog stand around for 19 hours a day. Steve collects all sorts of random items, and to date his most expensively valued item is his nokia 3210 mobile phone. steve, instead of saving for a place to live, is instead sending his earnings home to latvia in the hope that his 3 wives and 12 children will fly to racoon city to join him