Ginyou Rinsom
08-20-2008, 12:03:10 AM
July 24, 1998
Raccoon City, a moderate sized city nestled in the mountains of Midwestern America. This once peaceful secluded community is now plagued by a number of strange occurrences every since the construction of Ozwell E. Spencer’s mansion designed by the famous architect George Trevor. The aptly name Spencer Mansion was subject numerous rumors and speculations because of Spencer’s control over the pharmaceutical company; The Umbrella Corporation.
Life continued as normal within Raccoon City even with the oddities surrounding the mansion settled upon the outskirts of the city but during the early months of 1998 a number of grisly murders have taken place on the outskirts of town. Victims were attacked in their homes by a group of assailants, who left evidence of cannibalism. July 24th 1998, Local law enforcement unable to further their investigations sends in the S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team to the supposed source of the assailants, Spencer Mansion but after contact is lost with the team, Alpha Team is sent to find Bravo Team and continue the investigation. Alpha Team upon arriving at Bravo Team’s last coordinates locates the downed Bravo Team helicopter, but there is no sign of survivors; only a severed hand is found. While searching the area for further clues, Alpha Team is attacked by ferocious dogs, one of which kills one of the team's members, Joseph Frost. Alpha's helicopter pilot, Brad Vickers, takes off and abandons the team. Pursued by the dogs that killed their colleague, Alpha Team is forced to seek refuge within a nearby Spencer mansion, believed to be abandoned.
With the dogs roaming outside, the four remaining Alpha Team members (Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield, Barry Burton and Jill Valentine) are trapped within. A gun shot rings out, which Chris Redfield moves to investigate. Arriving at the source of the gunshot Chris discovers Bravo Team member, Kenneth Sullivan, being eaten by a zombie. Dispatching the zombie Chris returns to the foyer to report what he had found but upon arriving finds the entrance empty, calling out his teammates names he is meet by silence. Deciding to continue exploring the mansion he finds the mansion to be anything but abandoned, riddled with puzzles, traps, and horrors. Scattered documents and files suggest that a series of illegal experiments were being undertaken on the property by a clandestine research team, under the authority and supervision of pharmaceutical conglomerate, the Umbrella Corporation. The creatures roaming the mansion and surrounding region are the results of these experiments, which have exposed the mansion's personnel and various animals and insects to a highly contagious and mutagenic biological agent known as the T-Virus.
After meeting up with Bravo team’s Medic Rebecca Chamber Chris after navigating a series of tunnels, passageways and buildings, discovers a secret underground laboratory containing detailed records of the Umbrella Corporation's experiments. In the lab, Wesker reveals that he is a double agent working for Umbrella and releases the Tyrant T-002, a giant humanoid monster created through prolonged exposure to the T-Virus. Upon release, the Tyrant turns toward Wesker and either knocks Wesker out. After battling the Bio weapon Chris apparently kills the Tyrant. After killing the Tyrant, a self-destruct program is triggered. After calling for a rescue chopper, the Tyrant bursts through the roof of the lab onto the helicopter pad and attacks. The Tyrant is finally slain when Vickers drops a rocket launcher and uses it to completely destroy the creature. Upon entering the chopper Chris finds his remaining teammates Jill, Barry and Rebecca waiting, the chopper flies off towards Raccoon City just as the Mansion explodes in a fiery explosion.
Upon their return to Raccoon city the remaining S.T.A.R.S. members attempted to enlist Chief Brain Irons in their attempt to oust the Umbrella Corporation for their crimes against humanity. Unknown to them Irons had been taking bribes from Umbrella, particularly from William Birkin. Their claims however were met with ridicule and speculation into the sanity from their ordeal within the mansion. Fed up with the ridicule the left Raccoon city to pursue their investigation of Umbrella with others that believed them, their current whereabouts is unknown.
With Raccoon City’s special crime unit completely wiped out because of the Mansion incident Chief Brian Iron with little choice left promoted the remaining S.T.A.R.S. recruits into full service; Former First Lieutenant Matthew G. Cunningham as Alpha Team’s Commander, Kira Kanaji as Bravo’s Commander and Rebecca Chamber’s husband Robert F. Stogner as the newly formed reserve unit Charlie Teams Commander.
Nearly Two months pass after the incident at Spencer Mansion, life seemed to return to normal memories of the incident and the former S.T.A.R.S. member’s claims begin to fade into obscurity but little did the city know that rats infected by the bioweapon escaped to the sewers lining the city. Spreading the virus across the city infecting small pockets of people and beginning the process once again but on a larger scale. The remaining zombies infected from the mansion the survived the explosion filter into the city undetected and coupled with the rats within the sewers combine to turn the once peaceful mountain community into a living hell. The remaining citizens not infected by the bioweapon will need to depend on S.T.A.R.S and some courageous civilians to survive the newly formed hell, those ordinary people would be forever changed, Can these people survive this nightmare…or will they to become that of the living dead.
This story takes place in the morning of September 29, 1998 before the outbreak…
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Leaning back fully into his chair he lets out a loud yawn not bothering to cover his mouth, shaking his head to clear his thoughts he reaches out and grasps the white handle of mug. Brining the plain white mug to his lips he takes a long sip from his black coffee, releasing in the taste and the feeling of the caffeine injecting itself into his bloodstream waking him up a little more.
Sitting back upright he returns his eyes back to the report in front of him, it details another of the strange murders within Raccoon City.
‘hn, another murder with cannibalism involved…just what the hell is going on here’ he ponders taking another deep swig from his mug. Setting the mug back onto the coaster upon his polished desk and returning the document to it’s folder within his desk he runs his fingers through his black hair he lets his eyes wander towards the clock hanging above the office door.
‘Hmm, it is ten after nine and no one has shown up yet. Just because there hasn’t been any crimes needed our sort of specialty doesn’t mean they can lollygag’ Drawing one of his standard issue pistol from its holster on his right thigh he examines the custom made pistol while running his thumb over the S.T.A.R.S. emblem adoring the grip. Raising it up to eye level he extends his arms fully out closing one eye as he stares down the iron sight atop the slide. Cocking the pistol allowing a bullet to enter the chamber making it ready for use he holsters the Samurai Edge without effort before letting a bored sigh escape his lips.
Grasping his coffee once again he brings it up to his lips to take another sip of the hot beverage but the loud grinding and printing of the fax machine near the door startles him causing the coffee mug to slip from his grip and plunging towards the desk. With a loud crash the mug shatters sending its contents onto the desk and himself scalding him slightly. Cursing loudly he attempts to clean the stimulant drink from his desk and clothes, the documents laying upon his desk are stained brown by the drink ruining their legibility. With a snarl he tosses the documents into the nearby trash bin and makes a mental note to have copies sent to him later.
Pushing the chair away from himself he storms over to the fax machine and rips the freshly printed document from the rollers smearing the ending of the document.
“Who the hell is sending S.T.A.R.S a fax at this hour?” He questions to himself with barely restrained hatred for the machine but his anger and frustration soon vanish upon reading the contents of the fax. His eyes widen and his jaw clenches as he finishes the document.
“But how….” He mutters under his breath as he rereads the document, the edges of the document begin to crumple under the pressure of his clenching fist.
Across town an hour before Charlie Team’s commander awakens from a particularly pleasant dream involving his wife, himself and some sort of cream, but the pleasant dream is interrupted by the load beeping of his alarm. Burying himself under his pillow in a futile attempt to return to the sleeping realm he slaps his hand down upon the offending noise but his aim is less then stellar as his hand connects with the corner of the nightstand and with a yelp of pain he jerks awake.
Grasping his injured hand he growls at the offending technology before picking it up and smashing it against the far wall. Pulling the pillow from his head he sits up and yawns loudly, looking around he finds his clock laying in pieces on the floor near his door, the display flashes ten after eight briefly before going dim.
“Man, eight is far to early to be awake” he whines before crawling out of bed and into his shower.
Climbing into the shower as steam pours out from behind the door, he allows the warm water to coat his body and drip down into the drain. Slamming his fist into the wall he hangs his head.
“Rebecca, why did you leave?” he mutters to himself as he tries to hold back the tears.
Finishing his shower he brews himself coffee and cooks himself breakfast, enjoying his food he wonders about the strange phone call he received a few days earlier;
Days Earlier
Thunder rumbles outside as the rain crashes against the window as the front door crashes open, and in walks a completely soak Robert. Slamming the door he removes his wet coat and shoes before rushing into his room to retrieve dry clothing, as he is changing the phone begins to ring. Slipping in his pants he answers the phone to hear a frantic voice on the other end.
“Hello?” Answers Robert.
“R-Robert! My god you have to help” cries out a frantic voice.
“Hello? Wait…Joe? Is that you?” questions Robert
“God, Robert you need to help me, they are doing things, you have to stop them. You have to stop-“ Joe continues before the line is cut from the source and goes dead.
“Joe? Joe are you still there” Robert asks as he attempts to regain contact with his old friend but his efforts garner nothing and he soon hangs the phone up. But the strange phone call continues to trouble him days later.
Flashback end
Finishing his food he sips his coffee but another beep causes him to turn his head towards his watch and with the relation of the time he downs his coffee before rushing towards his room to get dressed for his work day.
Finally ready for work he rushes out the door but stops and stares at a photo on the table next to the front door, in the photo is the smiling faces of Robert and his wife Rebecca. A sad smile graces Robert’s face as he reminisces about the day they met, “Rebby…I miss you, please come back to me soon.” He quietly mutters before shutting the door and heading towards his car.
Raccoon City, a moderate sized city nestled in the mountains of Midwestern America. This once peaceful secluded community is now plagued by a number of strange occurrences every since the construction of Ozwell E. Spencer’s mansion designed by the famous architect George Trevor. The aptly name Spencer Mansion was subject numerous rumors and speculations because of Spencer’s control over the pharmaceutical company; The Umbrella Corporation.
Life continued as normal within Raccoon City even with the oddities surrounding the mansion settled upon the outskirts of the city but during the early months of 1998 a number of grisly murders have taken place on the outskirts of town. Victims were attacked in their homes by a group of assailants, who left evidence of cannibalism. July 24th 1998, Local law enforcement unable to further their investigations sends in the S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team to the supposed source of the assailants, Spencer Mansion but after contact is lost with the team, Alpha Team is sent to find Bravo Team and continue the investigation. Alpha Team upon arriving at Bravo Team’s last coordinates locates the downed Bravo Team helicopter, but there is no sign of survivors; only a severed hand is found. While searching the area for further clues, Alpha Team is attacked by ferocious dogs, one of which kills one of the team's members, Joseph Frost. Alpha's helicopter pilot, Brad Vickers, takes off and abandons the team. Pursued by the dogs that killed their colleague, Alpha Team is forced to seek refuge within a nearby Spencer mansion, believed to be abandoned.
With the dogs roaming outside, the four remaining Alpha Team members (Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield, Barry Burton and Jill Valentine) are trapped within. A gun shot rings out, which Chris Redfield moves to investigate. Arriving at the source of the gunshot Chris discovers Bravo Team member, Kenneth Sullivan, being eaten by a zombie. Dispatching the zombie Chris returns to the foyer to report what he had found but upon arriving finds the entrance empty, calling out his teammates names he is meet by silence. Deciding to continue exploring the mansion he finds the mansion to be anything but abandoned, riddled with puzzles, traps, and horrors. Scattered documents and files suggest that a series of illegal experiments were being undertaken on the property by a clandestine research team, under the authority and supervision of pharmaceutical conglomerate, the Umbrella Corporation. The creatures roaming the mansion and surrounding region are the results of these experiments, which have exposed the mansion's personnel and various animals and insects to a highly contagious and mutagenic biological agent known as the T-Virus.
After meeting up with Bravo team’s Medic Rebecca Chamber Chris after navigating a series of tunnels, passageways and buildings, discovers a secret underground laboratory containing detailed records of the Umbrella Corporation's experiments. In the lab, Wesker reveals that he is a double agent working for Umbrella and releases the Tyrant T-002, a giant humanoid monster created through prolonged exposure to the T-Virus. Upon release, the Tyrant turns toward Wesker and either knocks Wesker out. After battling the Bio weapon Chris apparently kills the Tyrant. After killing the Tyrant, a self-destruct program is triggered. After calling for a rescue chopper, the Tyrant bursts through the roof of the lab onto the helicopter pad and attacks. The Tyrant is finally slain when Vickers drops a rocket launcher and uses it to completely destroy the creature. Upon entering the chopper Chris finds his remaining teammates Jill, Barry and Rebecca waiting, the chopper flies off towards Raccoon City just as the Mansion explodes in a fiery explosion.
Upon their return to Raccoon city the remaining S.T.A.R.S. members attempted to enlist Chief Brain Irons in their attempt to oust the Umbrella Corporation for their crimes against humanity. Unknown to them Irons had been taking bribes from Umbrella, particularly from William Birkin. Their claims however were met with ridicule and speculation into the sanity from their ordeal within the mansion. Fed up with the ridicule the left Raccoon city to pursue their investigation of Umbrella with others that believed them, their current whereabouts is unknown.
With Raccoon City’s special crime unit completely wiped out because of the Mansion incident Chief Brian Iron with little choice left promoted the remaining S.T.A.R.S. recruits into full service; Former First Lieutenant Matthew G. Cunningham as Alpha Team’s Commander, Kira Kanaji as Bravo’s Commander and Rebecca Chamber’s husband Robert F. Stogner as the newly formed reserve unit Charlie Teams Commander.
Nearly Two months pass after the incident at Spencer Mansion, life seemed to return to normal memories of the incident and the former S.T.A.R.S. member’s claims begin to fade into obscurity but little did the city know that rats infected by the bioweapon escaped to the sewers lining the city. Spreading the virus across the city infecting small pockets of people and beginning the process once again but on a larger scale. The remaining zombies infected from the mansion the survived the explosion filter into the city undetected and coupled with the rats within the sewers combine to turn the once peaceful mountain community into a living hell. The remaining citizens not infected by the bioweapon will need to depend on S.T.A.R.S and some courageous civilians to survive the newly formed hell, those ordinary people would be forever changed, Can these people survive this nightmare…or will they to become that of the living dead.
This story takes place in the morning of September 29, 1998 before the outbreak…
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Leaning back fully into his chair he lets out a loud yawn not bothering to cover his mouth, shaking his head to clear his thoughts he reaches out and grasps the white handle of mug. Brining the plain white mug to his lips he takes a long sip from his black coffee, releasing in the taste and the feeling of the caffeine injecting itself into his bloodstream waking him up a little more.
Sitting back upright he returns his eyes back to the report in front of him, it details another of the strange murders within Raccoon City.
‘hn, another murder with cannibalism involved…just what the hell is going on here’ he ponders taking another deep swig from his mug. Setting the mug back onto the coaster upon his polished desk and returning the document to it’s folder within his desk he runs his fingers through his black hair he lets his eyes wander towards the clock hanging above the office door.
‘Hmm, it is ten after nine and no one has shown up yet. Just because there hasn’t been any crimes needed our sort of specialty doesn’t mean they can lollygag’ Drawing one of his standard issue pistol from its holster on his right thigh he examines the custom made pistol while running his thumb over the S.T.A.R.S. emblem adoring the grip. Raising it up to eye level he extends his arms fully out closing one eye as he stares down the iron sight atop the slide. Cocking the pistol allowing a bullet to enter the chamber making it ready for use he holsters the Samurai Edge without effort before letting a bored sigh escape his lips.
Grasping his coffee once again he brings it up to his lips to take another sip of the hot beverage but the loud grinding and printing of the fax machine near the door startles him causing the coffee mug to slip from his grip and plunging towards the desk. With a loud crash the mug shatters sending its contents onto the desk and himself scalding him slightly. Cursing loudly he attempts to clean the stimulant drink from his desk and clothes, the documents laying upon his desk are stained brown by the drink ruining their legibility. With a snarl he tosses the documents into the nearby trash bin and makes a mental note to have copies sent to him later.
Pushing the chair away from himself he storms over to the fax machine and rips the freshly printed document from the rollers smearing the ending of the document.
“Who the hell is sending S.T.A.R.S a fax at this hour?” He questions to himself with barely restrained hatred for the machine but his anger and frustration soon vanish upon reading the contents of the fax. His eyes widen and his jaw clenches as he finishes the document.
“But how….” He mutters under his breath as he rereads the document, the edges of the document begin to crumple under the pressure of his clenching fist.
Across town an hour before Charlie Team’s commander awakens from a particularly pleasant dream involving his wife, himself and some sort of cream, but the pleasant dream is interrupted by the load beeping of his alarm. Burying himself under his pillow in a futile attempt to return to the sleeping realm he slaps his hand down upon the offending noise but his aim is less then stellar as his hand connects with the corner of the nightstand and with a yelp of pain he jerks awake.
Grasping his injured hand he growls at the offending technology before picking it up and smashing it against the far wall. Pulling the pillow from his head he sits up and yawns loudly, looking around he finds his clock laying in pieces on the floor near his door, the display flashes ten after eight briefly before going dim.
“Man, eight is far to early to be awake” he whines before crawling out of bed and into his shower.
Climbing into the shower as steam pours out from behind the door, he allows the warm water to coat his body and drip down into the drain. Slamming his fist into the wall he hangs his head.
“Rebecca, why did you leave?” he mutters to himself as he tries to hold back the tears.
Finishing his shower he brews himself coffee and cooks himself breakfast, enjoying his food he wonders about the strange phone call he received a few days earlier;
Days Earlier
Thunder rumbles outside as the rain crashes against the window as the front door crashes open, and in walks a completely soak Robert. Slamming the door he removes his wet coat and shoes before rushing into his room to retrieve dry clothing, as he is changing the phone begins to ring. Slipping in his pants he answers the phone to hear a frantic voice on the other end.
“Hello?” Answers Robert.
“R-Robert! My god you have to help” cries out a frantic voice.
“Hello? Wait…Joe? Is that you?” questions Robert
“God, Robert you need to help me, they are doing things, you have to stop them. You have to stop-“ Joe continues before the line is cut from the source and goes dead.
“Joe? Joe are you still there” Robert asks as he attempts to regain contact with his old friend but his efforts garner nothing and he soon hangs the phone up. But the strange phone call continues to trouble him days later.
Flashback end
Finishing his food he sips his coffee but another beep causes him to turn his head towards his watch and with the relation of the time he downs his coffee before rushing towards his room to get dressed for his work day.
Finally ready for work he rushes out the door but stops and stares at a photo on the table next to the front door, in the photo is the smiling faces of Robert and his wife Rebecca. A sad smile graces Robert’s face as he reminisces about the day they met, “Rebby…I miss you, please come back to me soon.” He quietly mutters before shutting the door and heading towards his car.