Resident Evil:Unknown Entity Ch.1
 

The helicopter pilot looked at fuel guage and tapped it. "We're going to need to refuel soon, I hope we have enough fuel to make it I'm getting tired of flying." The pilot signaled the co-pilot to take his place while he went for a smoke. He had walked past a group of soldiers(you guys) each carrying an assorted armorment of weapons.

Within a short second the co-pilot had shouted from the cockpit,"We've got some trouble in here! C'mon Harry get back in here check this out!" The pilots looked at what appeared to be a small island, people on it were throwing dead bodies out into the ocean.

"Lets land over there to see whats going on. Who knows? They might have some fuel", said Harry to the co-pilot.

The co-pilot immediately followed it up with a smack to the back of the head of Harry,"Are you kidding can you see what they're doing? I'm not going down there." Harry then took back the controls,"I don't care, I'm landing and asking whats going on and I'm sick and tired of flying." Harry then landed on the island where the supposed inhabitants were.

The co-pilot then looked at Harry,"Fine then Harry you go and ask if they have any fuel."

"Fine then I will", Harry was saying as he exited the helicopter.

Harry had reached who seemed to be the leader of the group,"Excuse me sir", the man said nothing as he watched over the people throwing the bodies into the ocean."Excuse me sir, do you happen to have any fuel whatsoever? Gas? Oil?" Then the man, still facing the ocean talked in a language that seemed to be Russian.

"Sorry sir I have no idea what you're saying but thanks anyway. I think I'm going to leave." The man said something else but Harry headed back to the chopper anyway.

"They don't speak English you guys lets leave", Harry told the crew in a dissapointed tone.

"Fine lets get going Harry." "Fine just wait a minute Jack I dropped some--" just before he could finish what he said Harry was stabbed by one of the islanders. "No, Harry!" Jack shouted as he knocked the islander to the ground. Harry was instantly killed by the stab. More islanders ran towards the chopper."C'mon you guys take care of them!"

NOTE:Each Islander is carrying some kind of weapon. Very few are bare fisted. Also, the islander Jack shook off is still alive. Good luck in the first battle sequence.

Richard was sitting quietly until the pilot got stabed and the islanders started running towards them. He reached for his Rifle and took aim at the closest islander. (Not the one who stabed Harry) "Damn, what the hell is going on!?" He said and shot a warning shot above the islanders. (He thinks they are just civilians so he wont try and kill them until told otherwise.)

Magnus looked up from his half-dose, not really grasping the situation when one of the others told him to go check otut the refueling situation.

"What? Gas? What the hell are you guys talking about?"

He walked forward, close enough to see the islander. Somehow, he just looked.... wrong. Nothing was physically wrong with his appearance, he just looked.... wrong. He was about to speak when he saw Harry, now was he the pilot or co-pilot, it didn't matter, stabbed through the heart.

"What in God's name...?"

That's when it lunged at him. A singular shadow, possibly Harry's killer, grabbing for his throat. Magnus spun away from his lunge, unsheathing his knife and pressing it to the native's throat.

"Sorry, I don't like play that way."

He drew back on the blade, slitting the guys throat, just to hear a voice, was that Russian the guy was speaking, behind him. Make that alot of voices.

There were at least 20, possibly more, 20 or so on the east side alone, most with knives, some with pitchforks and one that looked like it had....

"Oh, shit. Everybody out! Fire in the hole!!"

Magnus dove out of the copter, pulling up his TMP and putting it to his shoulder. He fired five targeted rounds, all at the islander with the stick of dynamite's face. The islander went down. Another islander drew back a pitchfork, preparing to impale Magnus. He fired a round to the guy's chest, making him stagger. He ran over and twisted the islander's neck all the way around.

"A little help, anytime soon. Anybody?"

He looked over, only to see the dynamite-weilding islander's face, five distinct holes in it, as he lit the fuse and prepared to throw.

Just as the islander was about to throw the dynamite it exploded. Richard had fired a shot right at it which had caused the explosion.
"Damn madmen! what the hell are they doing! Everyone get up and protect yourselves!" He shouted at the others.

Durn kids. They'll run out of ammo at this rate. Jay got up, heard his knees pop, then hopped out of the chopper. "Alright, these guys ain't human any more. Don't hold back, but try to be--" He was cut off as an islander grabbed him from behind. Jay elbowed him in the gut and kicked him back, then pulled out a pistol and fired one shot into the man's head. "We need to regroup!"

An islander with what appeared to be a rocket launcher stepped out of the nearby forest and took aim. He then fired sending the rocket towards the chopper. A few seconds later 20 more islanders came out, some weilding scythes and some weilding pitchforks.

Jo had been sitting quietly, minding her own business and using her laptop when she looked up and realized that there was a battle going on inside of the helicopter. There were a bunch of natives running around with knives and pitchforks and whatnot and screaming in some language she didn't understand. One that was holding a stick of dynamite before was suddenly blown to pieces when Richard shot it.

"Well, this is bad..." she quickly slid her laptop into her bag and pulled out her handguns.
She ran out of the copter and over to Magnus, who was right outside the door.

"What the hell is going on?" she asked him as she shot a nearby native in the forehead, he slumped to the ground dead.

Magnus turned to see Jo had taken out one of the islanders. Of everyone on this freakin' mission, she was easiest to deal with. Richard, now Richard was a character, to say the least. Jay was reliable, a good man but a bit of a conservationist, one thing Magnus was not. He turned to Jo, startled by her somewhat simple question.

"Funny you should ask, I was wondering the same thing. Guess they're not exactly people-people. You know, I...."

Magnus was cut off by what he saw. One of these crazy islanders was on top of a hill, aiming a rocket launcher at the helecopter.

"Jay, get away from there! Get Richard and everyone else out!"

He grabbed Jo and hit the dirt as soon as he heard the -pshoot- of a rocket leaving the launcher. He stayed above her, covering her so she wouldn't get hit with any of the flaming debris what was the helecopter.

Magnus stood up, happy to be out of that awkward situation. He turned to Jo, shot a islander nearby, and with a silly grin asked a question that was as much of a joke as it was sincere...

"So, can you call a cab on that laptop of yours?"

Jay hadn't expected so much action so quickly. His arms and legs ached from running from the helicopter's flaming end. If only he was a little younger, he'd have an easier time keeping up with these kids. He brought himself back to reality--there was no time for wishing--and put a jab into a sreaming islander's gut, then stabbedhim in the back of the head. He yelled over the crowd, "You two quit spooning and start fighting! and where are the others?"

Magnus turned to Jay, startled by his comment.

But it's so like him.....

Magnus checked the TMP. 56 bullets. He didn't want to waste any more bullets, so a plan was needed. A big one. One involving.....

"Jay, keep 'em busy."

Magnus shot one in the face, snapped his neck, then took his pitchfork.

Highschool track, don't fail me now...

He aimed for a crowd, hoping if not to kill then to at least confuse them.

"Let's get the hell outa here already!"