Jack Flaunders

The sound of the crashing waves woke me up from the horrible nightmare I endured. I slowly got up to look around, wet sand sticking to my clothes and right side of my face. Trees were a few yards inland, the ocean was right across from me, a few bodies littered the beach; some were groaning, others didn't stir. I stumbled towards the water, and almost fell in, trying to make towards a large floating piece of wood that looked to be once used to store supplies. The water was now up to my knees and the feeling of the cold water chilled me to my bones, but that wasn't something I cared about; food, medical supplies, clothing, everything seemed to be in this thing!

I grabbed at the floating wood and started to drag it onto shore, and stopped once out of breath. I looked inside and grabbed what looked to be a large backpack...it had ammo (most of it drenched with water), knives, a couple grenades (which were now useless), and some canned food. I looked up and shielded my eyes, the rain didn't seem to let up, and the black clouds seemed to go on forever.

I felt my handgun in its holster, which surprised me...why did I have a gun? Hell, what am I doing with this bag?! I shook it off and turned around and then finally relized that I had an Assault Rifle slung over my shoulder...how did I not notice that?!

I dropped the bag, and decided to drag a few of the groaning bodies out of the water, which seemed to take awhile. I had at least five or so breathing people on the beach, all of which seemed to be unconcious or to injured to get up. One of the people that actually moved and opened their eyes was a woman. She had shoulder-length black hair with what looked to be brown eyes. She was a bit on the pale side making her hair stand out even more. She wore what looked to be a blue t-shirt with long jeans and no shoes. Either she wore flops or her shoes were ripped off.

"Wh-where am I?" she moaned, slowly getting up. She looked at the bodies laying next to her and her eyes widened what looked to be an impossible size. She then passed out again.

This post has been edited by -=Chris Redfield=- on August 16, 2005 03:36 am

Alex Keyes

I found myself resting against a tree, an assault rifle in my hands. I was startled awake by its presence. Why was I holding it? I looked down at the holster attached to my leg. A pistol too? My clothes were unfamiliar, and the Kevlar vest was a bit of a shock as I poked my jacket and encountered something fairly hard. I scratched an itch on my jaw, and some green camouflage paint came off onto my finger. "Whoa," I murmured, looking around.

The surroundings were what worried me the most. Sand, jungle, the sea - where the hell was I?

I saw a crate nearby, a parachute with jungle camouflage draped over it. Obviously, it had been thrown out of the back of some plane. I made my way over and attempted to open it. When I failed to pull up the lid with my fingers, I drew the machete on my belt and stuck under the lid, using that to pry the crate open. I jumped back as the lid fell off, machete held ready, and carefully advanced on the crate.

Inside, I found a backpack filled with provisions and ammunition for the guns I carried. I also found a few hand grenades, which I stuck in my backpack. I hoisted the bag onto my back and closed the crate, and dragged it into the trees. Hopefully, the parachute would stop anyone - or anything - from raiding the crate for the spare supplies I'd left in there.

First things first, I thought. I need to make some sort of smoke signal to get a plane or ship to stop by. Hell, even a UFO would be welcome!

I looked towards the sea, and saw someone was dragging something out of the sea. Something inside me told me that I had to keep away from other people, or they would bring others to take me away. Why I thought that, I did not know. Deciding that the best thing to follow right now was my instincts, I hid behind a rock, my assault rifle ready, and kept my eye on him.

Caitlen Florance

Caitlen opened her eyes. She could hear the crashing of water somewhere near her. Caitlen got up and looked around. She was sitting in the sand on the beach. Waves were splashing right in front of her. Where the hell am I? She wondered. Caitlen got up and brushed the sand off her back. While she was brushing she felt a giant bulge in her side. She reached for it and took out a gun. What the hell? What was happening? First she wakes up on a beach, and now she had a gun? What was happening?

Robert McKenna

Tickling. Brushing. Cold...What? Water...
Pain. My eyes jolts up. I'm in water, face down, with burning lungs. Quickly I push against the sandy bottom and reach air. Gasp! uuh huuuh.

Bits and pieces of something starts reaching into my head. Robert McKenna. Army. Island. Island? I look around. I'm at a...beach, with a thick forest of jungle palms some hundred feet away. Dark figures of bodies are spread across the beach. A few is moving around, as in shock. Others are suffering from large wounds, from what I can see at this distance. I'd better help them. Perhaps they know more of what's going on. I sure as hell don't. As I begin wading from the knee-deep water, I frown at how cold it is. The chilly water is flowing lazily over my feet, but as I look up at the dark, cloudy sky I know the lazyness can't continue for long. I have to get away from the beach as fast as possible.

At the corners of my eyes I notice movement, somewhere on the sea behind me. I really don't bother, but a part of me, the unconcious part, tries to tell me it could be dangerous. My brain sends dark images flashing before my eyes, of a ship... and something dark. Everything else I can't make out.
I wave it away as nothing, and continue moving towards the people.

This post has been edited by Elite viking on August 16, 2005 03:00 pm

This sounds very much like that new show lost ha ha next we will be eharing weird sounds much like dinosaurs and trees fallign and rabig polar bears on a tropical island! and all these people have secrets like one of thems a crack ed and some people are preggeris!

OMFG! Something me related!

Alex Keyes

I heard a low-pitch moan from behind me - somewhere in the dense jungle. I turned round to see, staring straight at me out of the darkness, two pairs of red eyes, gleaming malevolently in the sunlight. I picked up my assault rifle, but before I could get a good enough aim, the eyes had disappeared.

This was starting to get more than a little bit worrying. I had woken up on some deserted coastline I didn't recognise, carrying weapons that, for some obsure reason, I knew how to use - yet, for some reason, I had no idea as to why I was there, or what had happened before I had arrived.

I looked over the rock, and saw two upright people. One was wearing a torn wifebeater and forest camouflage, while the other wore a jungle camouflage flak jacket. Both carried guns.

Something in the back of my mind flashed up memories. I was running...all around me, there was gunfire...someone shouting through a megaphone, although what he was saying was lost in the roar of a soldier's weapon...I couldn't allow the two men with guns to catch up with me. People were after me, and they weren't going to take me alive...I had to keep moving.

Taking my assault rifle in my hands, and making sure they weren't looking my way, I started running, following the edge of the undergrowth while keeping as far away from it as possible. The memory of the eyes still remained in the back of my mind, not allowing me to forget that there were other unnamed dangers nearby...

EDIT: Sorry about that Keyes, misunderstood what you said.

This post has been edited by -=Chris Redfield=- on August 16, 2005 11:22 pm

Dude, I'm...still on the beach...

EDIT: No worries BTW, people - If I'm writing in italics, what I'm saying is not coming from my character's mouth

This post has been edited by Keyes on August 16, 2005 11:27 pm

Jordan "Blaze" Chace

he awoke to a coconut slamming hard into his head...his eyes open but all he sees is darkness, but it fuzzes away in a few seconds, he lay there in the sand with a large headache trying to figure out where he was...he placed his hands into the soft sand and pushed himself to his knees...

"wow i must of had alot to drink, cause my head feels like its splitting in two"

he shook his head fearcly...which only caused his headache to get worse, he stood up and somthing fell on his foot sending pain up his leg... it was a gun. a pistol by the looks of it...hes mind was diverted from the pain in his foot as he picked it up and began examining it, locating the safty, and clip ejector buttons, he ejected the clip...fully loaded, he guessed about 12 shots before it was dry, but he didnt know where it had come from or why he had it, but he pocketed it anyways. he began to survey his surroundings, the gun had diverted so much attention he didnt know where he was....

"i dont remember the party being here last night, and where did that girl go? i musta been wasted"

He was surrounded by water...there was a much larger island off the coast...of this one, this one was really small compared to the other one....

he thought back to the last thing he remembered....a boat... Oh yeah, he was on a cruise, the must have stopped for the night and left him here....but he never remembered stopping...

he thought about risking a swim to the larger island, cause there wasnt much for him to do here...he wanted to see if there was a city or something there...

This post has been edited by mrchace on August 16, 2005 11:48 pm

Robert McKenna

I stand there for a moment, thinking once again on the whole thing. My memory is still gone, apart from some incoherent images. After a few moments I decide I'd better get on with the task I had settled for, to try and save people. I can wonder about my obvious military career later, perhaps with the help from this Flaunders type. We're both in matching gear, so we have some kind of connection...

I walk around, checking the pulses of the bodies. Most of them are goners. I do a quick check on them, to see if they have anything useful. But just as Flaunders said, the gear's either broken or useless. I move over to my fifth check, expecting a dead one this time as well. The person is almost buried in the sand. I can make out a white shirt, and some regular Levi's jeans. I press lightly at the throat, feeling for a few seconds...there. Weak, but it was something for sure. I open his mouth quickly, and check for anything blocking his airway. It's clear.

With slow but hard movements I press my palms against his chest. 4, 5, 6... After fifteen I stop. Hoo boy, now for the breathing. "Come on, he's dying," I tell myself as I inhale deeply.

His eyes open just as I am about to breathe for him, and he gasps up water.

"What the.. who's...Why are you trying to kiss me?"

I stand up way too fast, and fall down again. I hit the sand head first, and cough to get rid of all the sand.

"I was trying to save you. You barely had a pulse."

"Bah, it takes worse to get rid of me..." he says as he brushes sand away from his clothes. He's still very casual, until he stops in the middle of getting up.

"...Where are we anyway? A beach? Last thing I remember I was...I... I really don't remember. I can't remember... anything but my name, nothing about the past. Damnit, what the heck is going on!" He stops his tirade for a moment, and takes a closer look at me.

"You're a soldier? Can you explain anything?"

"I'm sorry, I know no more than you. You better help me and Flaunders," I said as I pointed at him, " help anyone still alive. It's a real mess. So far I've confirmed four dead, way more by the looks of it. Got anything useful to help with?"

He began feeling at his shirt, pockets...His hand stops on one of them.

"I've got something here. Feels kinda heavy," he replied, and took out a black pistol. My subconcience said it was a Beretta 92fs, Brigadier class.. It scared me that I knew it, just by a glance...A regular soldier really didn't know these things. Then, who, what was I?

"Weapons? Great. We could always use something for defense, 'cause I don't think we're alone in this place."

"You know, I'm no good at lifesaving. I'll just go and search for supplies or equipment," he said, after considering a bit.

We split up. He walks over to a large piece of wood, I to a new man. Check for the pulse...

This post has been edited by Elite viking on August 17, 2005 12:09 am

Jack Flaunders

I grabbed my rifle off my shoulder and put the packpack on in its place. I then heard a low rumble...almost like the sound of a small stampede. IT sounded like it was coming from behind me, where the other camoflauged man (Elite Viking) was. I walked over to him and noticed he was about to check the pulse of an all ready dead woman. I grabbed his hand and whispered urgently in his ear: ""Do you hear that?!"

He looked at me curiously and told me no.

"Just listen," I whispered to him again. I looked past him and saw what was causing the noise. I brought my gun up slowly and my eyes widened with fear...

Robert McKenna

You check the pulse man's pulse, but it - as well as almost all the others - were motionless. You sighed and punched the ground lightly, almost angry. You don't really know why, but you for some reason felt angry towards this man. He was of Hispanic origin, with what looked to be brown eyes, but one of his eyes was scratched badly from wood splintering.

You shrugged and got up slowly. As you neared a woman with what looked to be a once red dress - which was now ripped badly, in response exposing massage amounts of torn and severed cleavage - Flaunders (-=Chris Redfield=-) grabbed your hand tightly.

"Do you hear that?!" he whispered to you. You looked at him curiously, wondering what he was talking about.

"No..." you responded in confusion. All you could hear were crashing waves and feet hitting the sand.

"Just listen."

You open your ears and still heard the same thing. You open your mouth to tell him this, but he put his finger to his lips hastily, making you shut your mouth. Then the sound carried to your hears...it was feet hitting the sand hard, like they were running. How you didn't hear this before was beyond comprehension, but you didn't care. You looked over to your right as to what caused the commotion and saw them...lots of them. Maybe thirty of them, minimum and they were only 250 feet away or so.

There were what looked to be people, but they were different...they had torn casual looking clothing, hair was a complete mess, but worst of all...blood covered the majority of their body. One of them gave a terrifying scream that rose the hairs on your neck, and as if on cue, others gave their screams and shrieks.

"What the fuck are those!" You scream, Caitlen Florance and the man you just found (Mic) turned their heads to see why you made such a scene. They saw them too, all running full sprint twoards us, with their eyes shiny red and skin tone of greyish-brownish colour. The rain then got heavier, but you could still make out the shapes of them, and that was all you needed.

Should you run into the woods, or should you fight? Either way, these guys look nasty...

Alex Keyes

You look over to the group of people and notice that they don't even notice your presence. Some part of you is telling yo to go greet them, but another part of you is telling you that you can't trust them. Trust didn't come easy for you.

But something looked to be bothering them, as one of the men walked over to a man in fatigues and grabbed his hand. Their voices were inaudible, but you could tell he was frightned. A few seconds go by and you then see the man in the wife beater bring his rifle up, and heard the other man yell something. You look over and then you see why...zombified people were sprinting towards the group of people. They were only 200 feet or so away from them.

As if you needed it, the rain was now pouring down on top of you...

Jordan "Blaze" Chace

As if by coincidence, the rain started to pour down heavily on top of your head. Swimming in the icy waters would be suicide...not only do you have a possibility of drowning but the chances of getting hypothermia is very great. You turn around to be facing a the woods. Most of the trees were dead and spaced out, but the mist was heavy making visibility a burden on your eyes.

You didn't have much of a choice though, standing on the beach and catching a cold didn't seem to be very appealing, so you head out into the woods. Maybe you could make a raft with some of the wood you find? Anyways, upon entry, you notice that the rain isn't comming down as hard...strange. Moreover, you notice how quiet it is; no birds chirping, no animals running along the dead leaves that littered the ground, no life.

You heard a moan up ahead and you spontaneously brought your handgun up. You crept fowards, eyes darting left and right, up and down. You heard another moan from behind you, making you spin around to cover your rear. You then gazed into shining, red eyes. They seemed to be piercing into you, almost feeling like it's taking your soul.

Then more pairs of eyes lit up; some to your right, and some in front of you. You didn't even bother to count, as you heard a chorus of moaning. You started to yell and fired a single shot into the floating red eyes in the mist. The moaning stopped for a second, before they started to get closer. You could then make out men, women, and a couple of kids with brownish-greyish skin surrounding you, all with their mouths hanging open with incoherent moans escaping them gaping holes. They shuffled towards you, and you had limited options; they didn't cover your left - thankfully - but that gap was closing fast, even if they are only walking...there are more of them surrounding you than there are fingers on your hands.

Michael Bennet

I could not get up for the first few moments, when it first began. I could hear moaning, horrible, hungry sounds, yet far off in the distance.

I blacked out.

My eyes opened again. I could've sworn that I heard footsteps pad by my body. The wool beanie on my head blocked most of my view. I began to recognize thoughts running through my head... Michael Bennet... that must've been my name... but then, another thought flashed across my mind. They're coming for you....

The voice was not my own. I sat up, and wondered what to do.

***

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This post has been edited by Jest3r on August 17, 2005 05:17 am

Alex Keyes

I watched as the two armed men checked the bodies of the marooned people around them. Some of them joined the two armed people, others remained dead. Still, no one had noticed my presence from the other rock I had paused behind.

I guessed that the one in camouflage was a soldier, and the man in the wifebeater was a hitman of some kind. I didn't know why, but I knew hitmen were something for me to fear, and I had to make sure I kept him away.

They suddenly looked frightened, and the hitman brought up his rifle, while the soldier shouted something to the others. I raised my assault rifle, but then I realised that it wasn't me they were aiming at. Following their line of fire, I looked up towards the trees, and froze. Shambling out of the trees, covered in blood, were people...but they were clearly dead...

The undead were only 200 feet away, and they were screaming and shrieking like something inhuman. I wasn't going to join the other marooned people...I couldn't trust them...but judging by the blood on their clothes, these dead things clearly didn't want to go up to these people for a welcoming hug. As the rain began to pour down on me, I reached into my backpack for a hand grenade.

"Hey, you dead sons of bitches!" I shouted. "How do you like High-Explosive grenades?"

Everyone turned towards me, even the dead people. I pulled the pin out of my grenade, and hurled it into the centre of the group of the dead. "Hit the decks!" I bellowed, taking my assault rifle in my hands again.