Alright, this is but only a taste to the story I am writing. If you didn't figure it out by now, this is based on the zombie mod, They Hunger, but through the eyes of a different civilian.

The civilian's name is Jake Philips, a cocky man of his early twenties - 21 to be exact. Jake wears a long white sleeve T-Shirt wit ha black T-Shirt that goes over it (Led Zepplin shirt by the way). Wears blue jeans and just some generic black shoes. For hte rest of the character, use your imagination.

Keep in mind, I tried to make this seem like the 70's, as that is how I picture They Hunger's settings, so...yeah.
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They Hunger
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Jeff drove down the dirt road, loving the speed he got from his car, holding his hand out the window to feel the wind running through his fingers. His eyes were looking straight ahead, as his vehicle was going over a bridge, hearing the frogs croaking, crickets chirping happily, and the lightning zapping overhead; it was a great night.

Jeff came to this small town of Rockview to see a few friends and then move on to the next town. After staying at their house for a few days, he had to head on out and here he is now: driving like a damn maniac on crack.

He felt sleep creeping along towards him, as his eyes were ready to close and let himself drift on to the river of sleep. He opened his glove compartment and fumbled for his lighter and cigarette. He lit it up and sucked in the chemicals that eased himself and woke him up some. Jake came to a tunnel up ahead, with no lights in it for him to see. He turned his headlights on, and the tunnel lit up from the lights his car produced. The tunnel looked to be something from a horror movie, with the smell of grime and shit, making an atrocious smell. The look of the tunnel wasn't any better, either...

Jeff saw the light from the moon forming as he came to the exit of the short tunnel. As his car creaped along speedily, a jolt of lightning smashed into the ground, sending dirt and mud into the air.

"Holy shit!" Jeff yelled, as he jerked his car sideways, as it then flipped over and smacked right into a tree. The sounds of his own breathing was filling his ears and that seemed to be the only thing making a noise. No birds, crickets, frogs, or people.

Jeff climbed out of the car by opening the driver's side door, having to hold it open it up. After all, his car WAS sideways. He came out of the accident with no mortal wounds except maybe a few scratches. He saw a hand blow out of the ground, where the lightning struck. Then the hand pushed off the ground to reveal its host: a man that looked like he was gored to death.

"No..." Jeff whispered, as then other hands popped out of the ground. Jeff pushed himself out of the car, as then other gored men and women came out of the ground. Some moaning phrases about flesh and meat, others moaning incoherent words that only drunks would think of saying.

He fell out of the car and it only took him a split second to find himself on both of his feet and running the way he was originally heading. He smacked right dab into a man...or was once a man. It had only pants on, with its stomach having visible mortal wounds. Guts were visible, as was dry blood smeared over his whole body. It had a few black hairs on top of its head, a gaping hole where its left eye used to be.

The thing then stumbled over on top of Jeff, looking like it wanted to much on him.

"Get the fuck away from me!" Jeff screamed, kicking the thing in the groin a couple of times, before his feet sank right into the tender, soft meat. "What...the hell?!"

The thing looked down at it is other 'war wound'. Jeff took his foot out and got up, running past it. He had no idea where he was going, but he had a feeling it was better place than here...

This post has been edited by -=Chris Redfield=- on May 19, 2005 07:58 pm

Chapter 1: I Loved God Once
Jeff kept running blindly through the woods, having tree branches smacking his face left from right, occasionally looking over his shoulder. Jeff felt his heart pumping, trying to get more blood to its valves, feeling like his own heart would burst out of his chest, so he slowed down to a walk.

Oh my God, oh my God, Jeff whispered slowly, trying to regain his breath. He looked around, taking in his surroundings, but it was the woods, so trees were obscuring his view. Jeff looked up at the moon and saw stars fill the sky, and he looked back down at his feet and coughed.

Jeff looked back up and saw some smoke in the distance in the sky. It looked to be smoke produced from a chimney, as it wasnt dark black, but a gray color. Jeff made his way through the thick branches and leaves, towards the smoke. He then came across a clearing; where there was a cabin-house straight ahead of him, and a cavern to his right. The cabin-house had a hillbilly car parked near it, passenger-side door opened, with a body hanging out.

Oh shit Jeff whispered as he crept towards the vehicle. As he came near it, a window from the second story blew out, glass raining on top of Jeff, cutting him. A body seemed to have jumped through the glass and landed right on the hood of the car, making a loud BONG noise.

The body twitched a bit before groaning and getting back up on its own feet. It was a woman, with a ripped dress, showing shredded cleavage and showing other noticeable body parts. Its lips were dry and raised, bearing its teeth and started to make its way slowly and steadily towards Jeff. It lunged at him, arms outstretched and ready to have a midnight snack, but Jeff ducked under the things arms and knocked into it with his shoulder, sending it backwards, falling onto its ass.

Jeff ran past the woman and ran by the passenger side of the vehicle, when the dead body grabbed his arm, making Jeff fall to the ground.

Must feeeed, the body moaned in a low-pitched voice, as it started to pull his own weight towards Jeffs arm.

GET OFF ME! Jeff yelled as he clenched his fist tightly, and punched with all his might into the creatures head, until it finally loosened its grip on him. Jeff scrambled away as fast as his feet could carry him towards the dark cavern.

Jeff whipped his head around, to find both of the once-human people dragging themselves towards him, moaning their incoherent dialogue.

Jeff looked at the entrance of the cavern and saw a light dancing off the walls. Shuffling could be heard in front him and it was getting louder as Jeff was walking cautiously towards the light.

A man jumped out of the shadows and slammed right into Jeff, sending him flying into the wall. The man held Jeff against the wall, bringing his face close to Jeffs neck. Jeff started to hit the mans arms, and kick at his legs, anything to let this guy let go of him.

Out of shear luck, the mans grip loosened, and he slumped to the floor. Jeff fell to the ground, holding his own neck and coughing, trying to regain his breath. He looked at the body, as it twitched from a wound in the back of his head, bleeding profusely.

Its hard to do, ya know? A man said, holding a shovel in his right hand, looking down at the corpse on the ground.

Wha-what? Jeff asked shakily.

The man with the shovel looked at Jeff and said, Killing your own friend, its hard to do. Nevertheless, someone hasta do ithe changed earlier. Guess he decided to get a snack before I could get him.

Moaning could be heard in the distance, and the man snapped his attention towards the chorus, and then back to Jeff.

Common, we need to get back to my place, he said, offering his hand to Jeff to help him get up. Jeff took it, and was eased off his butt and back on to his feet. Follow me.
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Ok, I wasn't very pleased with this chapter at all, so I made the next chapter way more entertaining - Jeff's way towards town, when it was really going to Hell.

Feedback appreciated.

Cool ive been recently replaying hunger with sd models.

Sounds good.

Please continue, don't abandon it. I think this is a story that once started, needs to be told. It would be a shame it if wasnt finished.

I didn't abandon it. It's just that the story is at my other house, and - obviously - on the other computer. So the story will have to wait till about...tuesday or wednesday.

Chapter 2: Life as We Know It
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Jeff was led out of the cavern - which seemed to take forever - and into another pair of woods.

Names Bill, by the way, the man with the shovel said.

Jeff, Jeff whispered, looking down at his feet. Bill nodded his head and murmured something, but Jeff wasnt even listening. He was looking back at the previous moments and shuddered. What happened to those people? he thought, and shuddered again.

Aint the best lookin place in this here world, but here she be.

Jeff was led to an old looking cabin, woods surrounding the area, but with a trail to the right of the house leading off to somewhere. All of the windows were boarded up, and had spikes sticking out of the boards.

Jeff was lead inside the cabin, and closed the door behind him. Bill looked the door, which had up to six locks in all, all of which were metal and looked to be sturdy. Bill took off his coat and hung it on a coat hanger.

No one really knows what happened to the citizens of Rockview. The common folks that lived in the morepopulated portion of Rockview were quarantined by that damn Sheriff, police force, and the Army, Bill said, as he made his way to the back of his home. A kitchen was located, with all the essential possessions you need to make and store food. In addition, an old fashioned radio on a table in the middle of the kitchen gave off very quiet static.

That things been givin off all kinds of messages from the local radio station, but recently, it would just play some form of song and then static, then a message, and then back to the song!

Bill grabbed the radio and started to mess with it some and a voice then came off the radio: This is BMRF radio bringing you a special news report! Unknown atmospheric phenomena have been reported throughout the area. Meteorologists have been unable to identify the source of the strange electrical displays but we will keep you informed of any developments. We return you now to our regular programming!

Bill snorted, You would think by now they would tell the truth, explain what is really goin on in Rockview, but I guess they want tourists like yourself to be left out in the open. Bill picked up the radio again, and set it to a different station, except this one was more interesting: This is Command Post 12. We have provisions and medical aid here and are located the Rockview Mall. We have tight security, weapons to be handed out, along with ammo. Sanctuary is here in Rockview. I will set this message to repeat. This is Comma- Bill turned off the radio.

Its a load of horse shit, Jeff. The military aint here to help and aid the common folks like you and me. The pentagon sent them here to kill the witnesses. Why, I have no idea, Bill said, as he was making himself some coffee. Bill offered some to Jeff, but he declined.

What about escape. Surely you dont plan on staying here do you? Jeff asked.

Bill took a sip of his coffee and smiled. Escape? Dont see any reason to, really. I have enough supplies to last me a lifetime in my basement and in this household. All I need to do is let this thing die down some, as Im sure the zombies will starve to dea- Bill was cut off, as a loud gang hit the door, like someone just took a mallet and started to beat down the door. Bill leaped out of his chair, resulting in coffee flying every-which direction.

Damn, theyre here all ready! Bill yelled, as he made his way towards a cupboard near the coat hanger. He pulled out an Ithaca 37 - 4 Round Shotgun, known to be light - and cocked it. He then walked to another cupboard and pulled out a SIG-Sauer P220 - .45ACP, 7 Round Handgun - and handed it to Jeff.

Hope you know how to use one of these things! If you need more ammo, get some from the cupboard! Bill yelled over the commotion of zombies outside, pointing to the cupboard where he got the handgun. Jeff nodded, and cocked the handgun, sending the bullet into the chamber. Truth-be-told, Jeff never really shot a handgun more than a couple of times. His accuracy was poor at best, but at least he knew basics like reloading and aiming.

The banging on the boards were getting louder, as were the moans of the dead. Jeff headed upstairs, looked out the window, and busted the glass.

Guess he didnt need to board up the upstair windows, Jeff whispered to himself. He looked outside and his mouth dropped. It was like a hillbilly convention outside; there were at least a dozen of them out there. They all looked up, hearing the glass being broken, the glass falling down on the heads. They then went on about their business of banging on the boards.

Boom!

A shotgun blast filled the air, startling Jeff to death. A zombie flew backwards, with its stomach blown to shreds, internal organs spewed-out in front of it. It brought its head up and started to drag itself towards the house again, blood dripping from its mouth. Jeff brought his handgun up to eye level and looked down the sights of his handgun. He had the crawling zombie in his sights and felt his index finger idling on the trigger. Jeff let loose and pulled back the trigger and felt the kickback of the handgun.

Bang!

The zombies head flew back and then back into the ground, blood flew out of the back of its head and soaking the soil. It would stay dead for good. Jeff wasted little time and lowered the gun to aim below him, but was having a hard time aiming directly below him. He saw a shotgun barrel poke out between the boards and saw the flash from the shotgun barrel as two zombies flew back, their legs blown out. Jeff brought his gun back up and fired off a shot, as the bullet flew by the zombies head, and into its shoulder. Jeff tried again, and this time it went into the zombies eye, making it explode: that one was as good as deadagain. Jeff saw the shotgun explode again, this time taking out three zombies, with their heads exploding, brain matter and blood flying everywhere, soaking the zombies around them in it.

Jeff was about to fire on the other leg-less zombie, but heard boards crack and bust. Jeffs head whipped down, and saw zombies get through one of the windows. He heard another shotgun blast, but it was no use: Bill would have to reload. Jeff ran downstairs, to see Bill fighting a zombie with his shotgun, using it like a bat. Jeff saw five or six zombies pouring through the now opened window.

This post has been edited by -=Chris Redfield=- on June 16, 2005 05:06 am