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Post by blaine503 on Feb 23, 2008 17:33:37 GMT -5
The year 2007, Umbrella retracted any bad doing they had encountered in their past, bringing the organization back to light. But like all things human the Organization fell back into old habits. Slowly and quietly experimenting on the virus's that ruined them. Trying to fix the problem and make the Virus work they way it should. Umbrella grew to full power once again. Society merely forgot about the misshapes Umbrella Released on the world. I a small town next to Chicago Umbrella starting performing experiments on a new drug slated to help the Humans immune system fight of any Virus or sickness the human body comes in contact with. Then their was the out break. Many of the people after becoming sick with the drug began to die. Some lived but became like those infected with the T-virus. Those who did not become infected or die started seeing false conflict. Attacking people around them. The town is now in ruins and Umbrella is planning a purge on the town. With few survivors left, they must find a way out, with the stress of both the infected and the mentally sick standing in their way around every corner.
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Post by blaine503 on Feb 26, 2008 16:28:36 GMT -5
In the dead town all was quiet, No one roamed the streets that were now filled with abandoned cars and dried up bloodstains. In a near by apartment building guns shot ring through the silenced town. And all falls silent once again. A man stumbles out of the building with a limp. Standing at about six feet. His hair was black and he had a five o clock shadow. Sweat ran from his forehead and down face. The man wiped it free as he limped farther away from the building. The right leg of his pants were ripped and soaked in his blood. He had just ran into a pipe that was sticking out of a wall. " What did i see, am i going crazy" He muttered to himself as He made his way a few blocks down from were he was and turned the corner to makes sure he was ok. After his investigation of his surrounding he propped himself against the wall and sunk down into a sitting position examining his wound.
“At least it wasn't a bite" He said to him self setting his gun next to him.
resting and applying pressure to the wound closing his eyes and moaning from the pain looking up. After a few seconds he looked around and noticed the blood that now ran down his hand was building up in a nice pile next to him.
" Time to move, The dead cans smell" Grabbing his gun he got up using the wall and starts to limp farther down the street. Looking in every ally or passage way he encounters. “Why, is it so quiet... there has to be someone alive somewhere, how can I be the only on struggling to live is this town?" He continues down his path and stopped suddenly. :: Movement:: he thought to himself turning and pointing his gun in the direction the noise came from. “HELLO" He spoke out loud taking a slow step into the ally next to him....
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