Heh, what the Hell!

Name:
-Jeph Phillips

Appearence
-Light Brown Hair (runs down to mid ear)
-Hazel Brown Eyes
-145lbs 5'10"
-Lightly Tanned Skin

Clothing (Top to Bottom):
-Tight Bright Blue T-Shirt with Random Clothing Store Signia
-Brown Belt
-Light blue Denim Pants
-White Tennis Shoes

Age:
-19

Job:
-Part-time Job at Grocery Store

Build:
-Runner/Athletic Build (Was on Track)

Mental:
-Annoyed and Irritated

Past:
-Was born in sunny Florida so is a bit tanned, and then moved to Raccoon City for College, which he still isn't accepted to yet...

Weapon(s):
-None

Equipment:
-Bottled Water
-Work Clothes

Bio:
-Born and raised in Florida, Jeph has been a beach-boy is whole life, so when going to Raccoon City left him beachless, his energetic mood faltered slightly. Once you get around his rough edges when you first meet him, he is a well around all right guy to be around. Cocky, arrogant, and never backing down from a fight, Jeph is a hazard to a group of people.

Jeph Phillips

"Get in my office, now Phillips," my manager said viciously at me, while I was making my way towards the locker room to change in my uniform. I told him whatever and made followed in his wake towards his office inside the Super Market. I walked inside and he closed the door behind me. He offered me a seat in front of his desk and I accepted it.

"Nice chairs," I said to him, as I sat comfortably in one of the red, cushioned lounge chairs. HE frowned at me before sitting down behind his desk. He pulled out a cigar and put it in his mouth. He started to lightly chew on it, as smoking was not allowed inside the building.

"Lets cut the crap, ok? You know why you're here, Mr. Phillips?"
"Enlighten me, sir," I said to him. He breathed in heavily, ready to hit me in the face and knock my teeth in.
"You have talked crap to the customers, you deliberately come here late with no excuses, and you show little to no respect to your higher-ups!" he bellowed at me, and it startled me slightly. I all ready knew why I was here, so what was going to come out of his mouth didn't surprise me one bit. "Mr. Phillips, you're fired and never to work here again."

"Well, damn," I said with no expression in my voice, liek I truley didn't care aobut this part time job. "It was fun while it lasted."

He showed me to the door and I walked out to be greeted by a stumbling man. He groaned at me slightly and shuffled his feet towards me. I pushed him out of the way lightly and told him my apoligies and pointed to the manager's office if he needed any help. I noticed that there wasn't anyone inside the SuperMarket, but that didn't really faze me one bit: we had low amounts of customers comming in everyday.

Right before I left the building, I heard my manager give a scream of fright or terror in his office, but I kind of chuckled at his high pitch squeal. I exited the building to see the sun start to drift down below the horizon. I looked at my cellphone and saw that it was getting a bit late and opnly had maybe an hour before nighttime would come up. I walked to the nearest bus stop and looked around. There were very few cars on the road...very few. After every minute or two, maybe one or two cars would race by, oblivious to the speed limit - which wasn't unusual. I sighed as I waited for the bus to come - my car was in the shop getting repaired - and looked around, scanning my environment. I saw a few office buildings on the other side of the street, and trees to the back of me, making scratching noises as they rubbed together. I heard a rustle of bushes behind me, and ignored it, thinking it was a squirel or bird or some other harmless animal.

Then naother rustle came from behind me, then another, then another. I turned around, getting a little annoyed from the noise to be greeted by four hillbillies stumbling towards me. They gave soft moans of...hunger, pleasure, or something at the sight of me. I cocked an eyebrow at them, thinking they were drunk and high off of soem sort of drug.

"Do ya'll need something...?" I asked, but they didn't seem to hear any one of my words. "Excuse me, do ya'll need help of any kind?" I asked again, and this time my southern accent kicking in. I hated my accent, and I was trying desperatly to work on getting rid of it.

None of the people noticed my saying and were now only a couple of yards from me, all with their hands outstretched in front of them. Then I noticed the smell; the smell of rotten, burned flesh, the kind that has been baking in the sun for a couple of days. I coughed and gagged slightly and then felt a hand grab a hold of my shirt collar.

"GET OFF OF ME!" I yelled, as I jabbed the man in the face, feeling a bone crunch from his nose. His grip loosened slightly, as I took that opportunity to push him off of me and run away. I dropped my work uniform, not wanting it anymore and ran across the street and took a right. It was only a mile to my house anyways...

Blatant.

Name: Alex Keyes

Age: 24

Job: Ex-Special Forces

Build: Stocky, 5'11"

Mental: Calm, controlled, lone wolf

Past: Was a member of an unknown Special Forces team, specialising in assisting with the removal of bioweapons and guarding the scientists alocated the job of disposing of them. Was court-marshalled after killing a scientist who attempted to use a biological weapon on him while they were meant to be removing it from the hands of a group of terrorists. After finding no work in the UK, he left for the USA.

Weapon(s): Beretta 92FS, Combat Knife

Equipment: Flashlight that can be attached to the underside of his Beretta, a few spare clips for the Beretta, Zippo, Flashlight, slightly damaged Kevlar vest

Bio: Moved to the USA after various events back in the UK (See Past). Is now on the run after doing various jobs for a government agency so far unknown to the rest of the world, and being witnessed doing some of these jobs (assassinations, robberies, giving shelter to a known criminal on one occasion). He only just arrived in Raccoon City after ditching a stolen car several miles away, hoping to find some shelter from the law for a few days...

This post has been edited by Keyes on July 21, 2005 10:17 pm

Alex Keyes

I walked into town carefully, the hood on my waterproof coat drawn up to conceal my face. I wasn't too keen on someone recognising me straight away. I was tired, I hadn't slept properly in nearly 24 hours, and I had been walking for the past six miles after the car I had stolen ran out of fuel. I definitely needed somewhere to rest for the night.

I checked my pistol was stowed away in its holster. The last thing I needed was for it to drop out in front of someone, and for me to end up on the run again.

Once I started to reach the main part of town, I realised that something was definitely wrong with the town. The whole place was dead - at night, you'd expect some life at least. But no, there was nothing. Not a soul to be seen or heard.

I heard a moan behind me. I turned, and saw a grey-faced man shambling towards me, hands outstretched. "What the-" I started, backing away. "What do you want?"

The man didn't answer, but instead continued towards me, mouth agape, hands outstretched. "This some sort of joke?" I asked, reaching inside my jacket for my pistol with one gloved hand.

Another moan from behind me made me really draw my pistol and spin round, to face a man with bloodstains around his face and shirt. "Jesus..." I murmured. I raised my pistol. "This is loaded, pal. Back off."

The other man was getting closer. I felt his hand on my shoulder, and I grabbed his arm, twisted, and stared in horror at the man's forearm now in my hand. I dropped it, and backed up against a wall, my gun raised.

I realised that I was holding back. If I did that when I was still Special Forces, I'd be dead by now. I shot one of them in the chest, and watched as he kept walking towards me. "PCP," I murmured. "Great." I shot them both in the head, and watched as they stiffened and fell to the floor.

I knelt next to them, and checked for a pulse on each one. I noted that they smelt of rotting flesh. "Eugh," I said to myself, standing up again.

After a quick look around the area, I continued into the town. I had to find out what the hell was going on. Maybe there was someone, or something, that could tell me why there were dead people wandering the streets.

Edit: Happy now?

This post has been edited by Keyes on July 24, 2005 08:26 pm

Isn't the drug called PCP and not TCP? Blah I never really payed any attention in DARE anywayz.

Caitlen Florance

Cait ran to her neighbor's house and began to bang on their front door.

"Mr. Mommer!!!!!! Are you there!!!??? Mrs. Mommer!!!! Please!!! My mom was attacked help me!!!!!" Cait yelled.

After a minute with no reply Cait went to her other neighbors house, the Masons. Cait knocked on the door.

"Cait!!!??? What's wrong!!?? There's blood all over you!!!!" Mr. Mason exclaimed as he opened the door.

"It's my mom... we were attacked by the men... Please, we have to call the ambulance!!!!"

"Yes... yes go inside. The phone is in the living room," He replied.

Cait went in the living room and saw the phone. She dialed 911 and waited for an answer. Nothing... She dialed again... nothing.... the phone was dead....

"Mr. Mason!!!!!" Cait said. "The phone is dead!!!!"

"Yeah... my cell is working either.... weird.... The Hospital is only three miles away. I'll bring you guys there. lets get your mom."

"Okay..." Cait answered.

"Wait...." Mr. Mason went upstairs. After three monutes he came back down fumbling with a gun. "It's a revolver.. Bought it at a gun show. Never thought I would have to use it.... Doesn't mater lets go.

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Weapons - Softball Bat
Items - None

Ooo My bother downloaded taht Sven game. I played the Resident Evil map... it's so cool!!!!

BuMp

Name: Nick LonWolf
Job: Student
Build: Mucsulair (but not fucking retarded masucles)
Mental: Always Pissed Off
Past: His dad screamed at him alot... and that it...
Weapon(s): His arms... a 12 guage benelli shotgun (inharetence)
Equipment: Shirt, JEans, Converses ammo, Machete... and Kbar knife
Bio:works at Army and Navy surplus story, Caitlens Other Niehbor

Nick LonWolf

Nick Strapped on his leather Jacket, GRabbed the shotgun out of the closet and loaded 10 rounds in it. He took of his Converses and threw them in a corner. He strapped on Cargo Pants and Army Boots. He tied his Kbar Knife to his boot and put his machete in his Pack. He through a Fist Aid kit in there and about 10 bottles of mineral watter, 2 MREs and about 8 protien Bars. He strapped the shotgun on his back and loaded the ammo holder it held 20 rounds. He then put on his belt with 2 canteens and a pouch with he filled with 10 more shots. He Walked out the door and started his Motorcyle and drived out into the road.

He saw Cait and the Mansons getting in the car. He Waved to them and he Heard Mr. Manson scream "Wait!"

Sorry i jsut cant take it anymore......
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I speed around on my bike, looked at them getting in the car. Mr Manson screamed "Where are your parents!?"
I look at him I SCreamed Back "They are dead! I Have to get into town!"
"WAIT!" Mr Manson screamed as I sped down the street and turned into the city. My Dirt bike made a smooth turn and a slowed down. I saw figures moving about in the street, I flicked my head light on, there were drenched in blood. I looked to the side and i Saw a man backed up in the corner and he was shooting at 2 men who were aproaching him. I Wipped out my shotgun. I then Put my throttle about half way up. I Braced my self for the recoil. And i drove right through the three men, One grabbed on the the back of my bike. I did a sharp stop and he flew off, when he was skidding across the sreet I Shot him right in the face. I drove up beisde the Man with the revoler and he had two bodies at his feet. I stopped and looked at him. "Get on" I said. He Jumped on the back of my bike and I Sped down the road... To the hospitial.

Alex Keyes

I decided that avoiding the walking dead would be the best idea until I found somewhere to get more ammunition - or even better, another gun. Taking on the town with nothing but a pistol and limited ammunition wouldn't be the best of ideas. I had also got a scarf to cover the lower half of my face, as the smell of the dead was starting to make me feel nauseous.

As I walked, I wondered what had happened to the town I had just entered. Why were there dead people walking around, attempting to feed off the living? Where were the people you normally got in this situation, running around with large guns, blowing people to shreds as they made an effort to save the town? The only time I'd ever seen this kind of situation was in a movie, and I couldn't imagine the undead taking a town by storm without someone trying to stop them.

There was a moan from behind me. I looked around, and saw an old woman clawing at the window of a car, buried up to the bonnet in the wall. The sight made me walk a little faster.

As I got further into the town, I noticed that there were more dead people wandering the streets. I passed a pair feasting on some poor soul, and tried to make myself less conspicuous. I was not expecting one of them to look up, and start towards me. The pistol in my hand came up, and I fired off a few shots. All this did was drop the one that had noticed me, and make myself the focus of attention of the twenty-odd dead people in the area. "Er...shit..." I murmured, backing down the street as they started to close in on me.

I looked around for an alternative to wasting my precious ammunition, and spotted it. A jack-knifed petrol tanker was lying on its side at the side of the street. I turned, ran for the cover of a wall, and fired at the tanker.

The explosion was huge, sending burning fuel and bits of masonry everywhere. The force of the explosion smashed several windows and deafened me momentarily. The dead were completely roasted by the flames, and I had to stay behind the wall for a bit until I could hear properly again.

Finally, I stepped out, and looked at the carnage. The dead were everywhere, and not entirely in one piece. "Whoa..." I said, looking around for any dead people I hadn't got with the explosion.

Satisfied, I continued into the city. If I stopped off at the police station, I might be able to get hold of someone - or even better, a better gun.

Uh... keyes... You were on the back of my bike i thought... lol

but whatever
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The Man on my bike was sstarting to wabble. "Lsiten buddy, you are going to make me flip over alr-" He fell off, moaned I Droved up next to him and pulled out my machete.
"I was wondering whym you weren't talking, you msut have just changed." I Slammed my machete right down into his neck, and drove off. "This is fucking Crazy... I need a smoke." I mumbled to myself. I Stopped at the 711 nearby, it was closed. I Parked my bike near the Gas pumps. I Walked up ot the window, nobody was in there. I Broke the window with the butt of my gun.

I jumped into the 711 and turned the lights on. It was total un-touched inside. I went behind the counter and grabbed some cigars and cigs... and some jsut taboco and slid them into my pocket. I grabbed a cigar cutter from underneath the counter and cut one of the cigars, I started to smoke it.

I walked around the store and I grabbed 2 mini bottles of Jack Daniels and 4 glass bottles of coke. I Started drinking the coke, and I turned on pump number 4. I grabbed a cleaning cloth from under the counter.

I grabbed a Zippo lighter and walked out of the store. I Filled my bike up with gas, and then the coke bottles. I ripped up the cloth into five pieces and shoved them tightly in the bottle. I put them in a pouch on my belt. I took the gas pump and sprayed it on some dead bodies about 4 feet away. I finished my cigar, the wind was starting to pick up, I through the last bit of my cigar on the bodies and drove off.

I waws heading twoards the hospital now... I was thinking if Cait would be ok... and if anyone else for that manner... I needed more guns and fast...

I passed a group of People, about 8 I figured they could use my shotgun and machete for more uses, so a handed them over. I then drove off into the direction of the hospital...

My dude has a Beretta, not a revolver And I've got plans for my ex-Special Forces dude. Let's put it this way...he's not going to encounter anyone living any time soon

what does that mean?