Resident Evil: Main Sequence
 

In a cold vast, empty city, where the tall buildings are now a shadow of their former glory, lives one of strangest armies ever built. There men are the hardest to take down, there teamwork almost perfect. A man, Sieg Wolfe, sits in his comfortable chair in his comfortable office. A soldier walks in carrying a military report wearing the usual gear. Sieg, turns to the soldier with an assuring glare. "Have they been sent out?" The soldier coughs, reads the report, and answers, "They should be here any minute sir." "Good good", Sieg says turning around towards the large window behind him. "Empty the streets and send in the infected ones." "Yes sir", the soldier says before saluting and walking out of the room.

You are each given a file containing photos and documents. One particular document says this:
Location: Unknown City
Objective: Find and eliminate Sieg Wolfe
Secondary Objectives:
- Eliminate anybody thats gets in your way
- Report back anything strange or unusual

You are shown out of the bulding and have to find an alternate means of transportation.

(RP your entrance into the city. None of you have met yet so you should have different arrival locations. Have fun!)

Clarissa Beddenfield leaned back against the interior of the helicopter as it sped towards its destination. She had checked everything three times and hated waiting while all this adrenaline was pumping into her.
"We'll be reaching the target point in ten minutes."
She was jerked out of her daydreaming by Claudia's voice. Claudia was still a member of the mercenary organization that Clarissa used to work directly for. Unlike Claudia who was something of an kissass, Clarissa couldn't stand the work environment. Only a few women could. Even when she proved herself to be elite, there were still the multiple bosses. There was still the sexism. There was still the whispering behind her back. Clarissa sighed.
"Clarissa? Ya listening to me?"
"Yeah, yeah, I read you loud and clear. Ten minutes. Got it."
"I heard the boss yelled at the client again."
Clarissa grinned. Ivan Griffland was a greedy, militant prick who needed to be shown that he wouldn't always have things his way. When the mission came up, he demanded quite an outrageous sum. Normally, there was supposed to be some measure of negotiating the price between Ivan and the client, but the client wasn't the one to beat around the bush. He named his price. Ivan didn't like it. Ivan named his price. The client didn't like it. And before they could progress, Clarissa accepted what the client would pay all by herself. Ivan said that she would receive no support if she actually went through with this. Clarissa told him to eat shit and die and got in touch with Claudia. And now Claudia was coptering her out to an area beyond the city where she could proceed on foot the rest of the way.
"Five minutes..."
Clarissa checked herself over once again. Everything was in working order. Clarissa had already paid Claudia for the transportation, which included a good meal at a fine Italian restaurant. She stood up with two minutes remaining and hooked herself to the cable.
After what seemed like an hour later, she was on the ground, unhooked, and waving at the retreating chopper. Then she turned and looked at the city. "Find and eliminate Sieg Wolfe. Kill anything and everything that stands between me and this first objective. Report anything out of the ordinary."
"Exactly," Claudia's voice came in. "I'll report whatever you report to the client, so all you have to do is focus on your assignment."
"What about Ivan?" Clarissa asked.
"He didn't have a problem with it once he was shown the amount of money you chose to pay him so he wouldn't yell at us, but I'm still restricted to trans and comms support. I'll squeeze in a little supply assistance, but I think the only hope you got there is when outside the city itself."
"Roger that. Thanks, Claudia."
The comms went silent. Clarissa was alone. Surely, others have been sent in to do the job she volunteered for. Otherwise, the client would have easily agreed to Ivan's initial asking price. She took a deep breath...and moved out.

Dave and his assistant were in a car traveling to some place to find some guy who smelled a certain way. With jobs like this it’s hard to judge how long they’d be out, and some times Dave got really tired, but he enjoyed this kind of work. He hung his head out of the window of the car. He loved doing this, but today he did it for another purpose as well. His assistant smelled really worried about this job, and Dave couldn’t figure out why. Some times they would be sent to find someone who smelled really muscular, or people who smelled like they’d fired a lot of guns, and Dave could understand his assistant being scared then, but this target smelled more like cigars and paper. Dave tried not to worry about it, but he loved his assistant, so he had a hard time enjoying the wind.

A city had been growing in the distance for a while now, and Dave suddenly realized that this job might be very difficult. Places with tall buildings tend to have a lot of people, and that made following one scent without being distracted somewhat more challenging than in a place with shorter buildings.

"...boy, we're going to...out car now." Dave's friend said. They were on the side of the road, not in the city yet, but Dave happily complied. "We...to walk...lets go."

They'd been walking for a few minutes when Dave smelled something in the air that he'd smelled many times before, dead humans. They were in an area with a few short buildings by this time so, between the stale smell of gasoline and weak grass, Dave couldn't pin point the current location smell. He tried to disregard it, because he was supposed to be finding living people, and it had been a long time since he had been on corpse recovery, but there was something weird about the smell. First off, the smell had active trails (as apposed to diffusion trails) through the air and the ground, like the bodies were being dragged around, but there was no human smell acompanying the body smells, and it didn't smell like any big machines had been moving the bodies, either. Dave knew that bodies don't move unless something moves them, but he couldn't detect any thing that could have. Also, the smell trails were really disorganized, like each body had been moving independently of the others. And then there was just some quality to the smell that Dave couldn't recognize at all. That was the part that worried him the most. He shivered a little bit, but tried not to worry his friend. He knew that his partner tended to get worried if Dave was worried, and there was no reason to be worried right now. Bodies don't hurt us. People who make bodies hurt us, but they're not here now.

Suddenly, Dave's friend yelled "...me, sir!" Some man who Dave hadn't noticed was walking towards them. No longer lost in scent, Dave looked around and saw more people. I didn't smell them, I still don't. All I smell are bodies. I'm confused.

The man that Dave's partner had yelled at was now a few feet away. Dave thought the guy was walking funny. "GET BACK, SIR! I'M WARNING YOU!" The weird man who smelled like a body lunged at Dave's friend. Dave wanted to stop the guy, but he stayed put, because his friend hadn't said to stop the guy. Then some of his friend's blood hit the ground, and Dave couldn't help himself. He threw himself against the body man, freeing his master. It had become a fight, and Dave's friend was now the master.
"Shit, they weren't..." the master said. Dave wish he understood more, but no command had been given, so he stayed at his master's side as more body-smelling people surrounded them.The master had pulled out his gun by now, and started firing. Dave hated when the gun was used, because it was so loud, and the master usually felt bad afterwards, but he knew it was nessesary.

Some of the body-smelling men fell down, but not nearly as many as the number of shots the master had fired. Dave knew his manter was good at using the gun, so he was very worried now as the circle closed in on them.

"It's no good, Dave! They don't go(?) down!" the master yelled. "...no...,run! Get back to the car! Press your button! Dave followed these commands without hesitation, and ran between the legs of the bad people, back towards where he thought the car was. He'd press his button on the top of the car, and more people would come to help the master. Sadly, they were much further from the car than they were the last times that command had been given and, without knowing it, Dave ran in entirely the wrong direction as he left his friend and master behind.

Jay slowed his bike as he entered the suburbs that represented the creeping transition into the city. He wasn't afraid of being pulled over for speeding--he hadn't seen another car for hours. There would be no police to stop him. He slowed down to get a better look at his surroundings. Banks, houses, 7-11s, all crammed together by a lack of urban planning. Every wall was grey with grime, windows were broken, and doors were either boarded up, hung from their hinges, or were simply absent. Cars were parked alog the road, but they were in worse condition than the buildings. Some looked like they had been burning in some terrible event some time ago. Rain clouds hung low in the sky, and there was an eerie calm, far deeper than a midnight street in the small town he'd grown up in, far deeper than the woods, more like a cave. Occasionally, Jay thought he saw something move out of the corner of his eye, but beyond that there were no people, no dogs, no birds. Jay saw a rat, mashed to the street, but it was nearly skeletal. It had been there since before this city was lost.

"A lost city," that's what the file had called it. Jay had been hitting his speed bag, a small guy who thought he could box, when the "gym" had gotten a phone call asking for him. "We have a job. It's the kind of thing you're good at. Don't worry about meeting us, we have someone at your house now." He had immediately returned home, and indeed there was a man there. Jay could tell that this man didn't work profesionally for his client, he'd probably been recruited just for this meeting. His weight shifted, his eyes darted around, no, he wasn't a proffesional. Jay ushered the poor creature into his house, where he was given the file. After showing the messenger the door, Jay looked over the various papers. It was an average hit, take out some guy who'd gotten too big for his own good. But "Eliminate anybody thats gets in your way?" That was one of the oddest secondary objectives that he'd ever gotten. Now he didn't know what to think of his clients. He guessed that they were watching him, so he showed his acceptance by getting on his bike and heading towards the coordinates listed.

Now, Jay had the same feeling as he'd had when he read "thats gets in your way." This place was wrong. If he were a different person, he'd say "cursed." But he didn't think that way, so he slowly drove toward the city, where the hit was holed up in some office building. He had a picture, he'd find it.

Suddenly, he heard shots fired. Sounded like a police pistol. Under his helmet, he laughed to himself. That guy had more problems than pulling him over. He was about to gun his engine as a joke to himself, but a dog ran into his view. Jay slowed to a stop. A dog could be useful as a distraction. He'd ridden with a dog before, but it had been sedated. If this dog couldn't ride, he'd just leave it, but it couldn't hurt to try. He pulled up his visor and yelled, "Dog. Come."

Kileigh swore loudly as she pressed her foot down on the brake, sending her forward. Her seatbelt locked and caught her before she could hit the wheel, but it caused her serious chest pain. Leaning back and rubbing her left collar bone, she stared at the scenery, her eyes resting on some cars that looked to be in horrible shape. She eyed the file that sat next to her in the passenger seat and picked it up for the third time.
She scanned through it and sighed heavily, biting her tongue gently.'strange or unusual...What could be strange or unusual? ' She thought to herself, biting too hard on her tongue. She squealed and quickly opened her mouth, touching her now bleeding tongue. She sighed and threw the folder into the back seat. "I hate my life..." She muttered as she slowly pressed the gas, entering the deserted city.
Seeing there was no traffic, and enjoying a long walk, she parked her car and grabbed her things. Stepping out and slamming the door shut, she looked around, her blue eyes scanning the area. ' Weird ' She thought, seeing no one. She didn't hear a thing either. Kileigh smiled slightly. "Quiet...I like that." she said, slowly walking forward, her hand automatically going to her guns.

Dave already knew he had failed his master. This place didn't smell like the right way to the car at all. Now he was lost, alone, and probably couldn't complete his job, since he still hadn't caught the scent he was looking for. He was just about to run into the street when a man on a motorcycle stopped in the street.

"Dog, come." Dave cautiously approached the man. This guy didn’t smell like the crowd Dave had just fled, he had more of a nasty, chemical smell mixed with sweat and confidence with a hint of nervousness. He seemed like a person Dave could trust if more of those body-smelling people came after him. The fact that the man was riding a motorcycle also helped this man’s trustworthiness in Dave’s eyes, as riding motorcycles was a treat Dave rarely got. The man patted the seat, and Dave jumped up into it, already knowing how to ride a motorcycle (behind the driver) without getting in the way.

Nat grimly eyed the gas gage on his truck. Didn't figure the whole area would be abandoned. the mercenary thought to himself.

The old man...well, old for a professional soldier, at least, sighed as his sipped his bottle of Coke. Just had to take one more job, didn't ya, Natty boy? he thought to himself. You had more than enough to retire and live a good life in Costa Rica for the rest of his life. Just got greedy.

He cautiously eyed the empty streets. This sucks. I'd rather have the place crawling with hostiles than completely empty. The one thing Nat could never stand was complete quite, and having a city full of it made him on edge. Even his car radio was better than nothing...asuming there was anything to pick up.

Finally, Nat pulled up to a gas station. Maybe I'll get lucky and the pumps still work.

Nat came out of the car, and sighed again, finishing off his bottle of pop. Still dead. How can a whole city be dead?

He reached into the back of his truck, and pulled out his duffle bag. A shoulder hostler for his 9mm, a shoulder strap for his M4, and a utility belt for the extra clips. Top it off with a little kevlar, and we're just ready to party.

Gunfire echoed through the city, but Nathaniel couldn't tell from where. Too many echoes. Nat muttered. Seems I'm not the only one on this job.

Scowling, the merc checked his weapons one more time, then went to check the gas pump.

Harry rides along in the bus slowly chacking and cleaning his shotgun and knife. I swear to god, busses are the slowest means of transportation ever invented. I think I'm going to cry if this thing doesn't speed up soon. Next time I'm stealing a corvett With that the bus pulls up to the bus stop outside the city library.Thank you god, now how 'bout a firebird? No? Aww well, it was worth a try. He heads off towards the building, hopong to meet up with one of the other mercenaries inside.

As he enters he finds himself confronted by a shambling creature that slowly turns towards him. Naturally, he splatters it all over the wall with his twelve guage and moves on into the building. As he goes he notices a book that looks interesting. He pulls it from the book case, slumps into a chair and begins to read. Hope someone else shows up soon, its kinda lonely in hear by myself. Not to mention creepy. He calms himself, however, and settles back into his chair to wait for his fellow undead killers. I wonder how the hell that one works?

Clarissa jumped from the top of a trash container and grabbed hold of a ladder, pulling herself onto the bottom platform of the exterior stairwell. The five smelly, monumentally drunk, highly unstable humans crashed into the alley after her. She put away her grenade launcher and drew her handgun. Since they would be climbing up after her, she could easily draw beads on their heads. The first one went for the ladder...and scrabbled uselessly at it.
"Note to self: these...'zombies' can't seem to climb ladders."
That meant Clarissa was safe, for the time being. She caught her breath as she watched the group of undead or whatever they were futilely trying to reach Clarissa, not even twenty feet above them but still impossibly out of reach. Two more zombies joined the original five. When they attacked, Clarissa was too close to put her grenade launcher to good use for fear that she'd harm herself in the explosion, so she shoved one to the ground and fled to this alley, pure luck that the ladder to the external stairwell was down. Judging from the moan at the other end of the alley, using her superior speed would've put her into an ambush.
"God, they sound really hungry. They must have been trying to devour me."
Well, no good could come from standing there and observing them, and she didn't need to waste ammunition just yet. She looked up. The building wasn't very high, and it might be a good idea to get to the roof and survey the surroundings. To see how bad it really was. But first...
"Claudia..."
"I read you, Clarissa. What's going on?"
"I ran into some of the local populace, I would assume. They're...fuckin' crazy, Claudia. Can you hear them? Moaning as though eating is like breathing to them. They smell horrible, too. It's enough to make my eyes water."
"The locals are...trying to eat you?"
Clarissa turned and started moving up the stairwell, talking as she ascended. "Yeah. I tried to ask them something about Wolfe, but they don't speak coherently. It's like those zombies you'd see in the horrer movies."
"Really? Zombies?"
"If I had a flare, I'd mark a spot for you to fly over for visual confirmation, but trust me on this. The fuckin' dead are walking the streets."

As Harry sits in the chair he notices an open book on the table. The book looked quite old and inside were strangely scrawled symbols and words that Harry had never seen before. As he looked over the book he heard a moaning from the back room. Turning, he finds himself watching as a seemingly endless stream of zombies comes shambling out of the backroom. Harry lifts his shotgun and begins firing into the crowd of undead. Body parts go flying in all directions before the might of the shotgun. Unfortunately, the creatures seem unaffected by the fact that they're being slaughtered in a most unholy fashion. They won't stop, why won't they stop? What the hell are they? Why won't they stop? Harry begins to feel the icy hand of panick fasten itself around his throat. He turns and runs for the main entrance, wanting only to get away from these things, to be safe to gather his thoughts. As he opens the front doors he finds himself faced with a veritable sea of the undead. His eyes grow wide in shock and panic and he fumbles to reload his shotgun, muttering all the while "SomebodyhelpmepleasegodhelpmeIdon'twannadieIdidnt meantosomebodypleasehelpmeIdon'twannageteatenwhere aretheothermercswhywon'ttheyhelpmewhywont somebodyhelpmeOhgodI'mgonnadie."