Resident Evil: One Change

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((Private RP. Only Jillian and Kelly))

"This wasn't supposed to happen. When we first injected the T-Virus, the test subjects were..."
"Mindless, slow, and were very hungry, sir?"
"Yes..."
"They were slightly stronger than normal humans, but dumber..."
"Go on..."
"What else do you want me to say?!"
"Nothing else happened."
"N-nothing else happened?"
"Those 'zombies' didn't develop any other traits." He fixed his black uniform and got out of his large office chair. The man started to pace around the room and for once in a long time, he pulled off his black sun glasses. He then stared down at the scientist. The scientist looked up at the blond haired man and gulped.
"It isn't my fault."
"Someone altered the virus."
"But Sir, does it matter?"
"Yes!" He raised his voice for the first time, showing some of his frustration. The scientist shrunk back and moved away from his frustrated superior. "The T-Virus would have worked." His voice started to lower again. "I know it would have worked and now, we must begin from the start. All of the work...is gone." He put on his sunglasses and sat back down.

"Tell me about the other test subjects."
"We injected the Altered T-Virus into them and in the end, they had the same appearance as the test subjects injected with the original T-Virus. But some of the 'zombies' were faster. They ran faster than a normal human's speed. They're speed increased, but the strength seems to be the same compared to the originals."
"Tell me more."
"We were going through some test and we discovered a 'zombie' that could open doors. This zombie also looked up at us with what seemed to be a twisted grin. It was very aggressive and in another test, the monster picked up a pole, ran toward us, and tried to break the glass to get to us." The scientist waited for his boss to say more, but the blond haired man said nothing, so he continued. "Then there was another interesting type. A couple days ago, we were doing some test on one 'zombie'. It was caged up, but when one of our scientist looked into the room and through the glass, it wasn't there. He opened the door and the thing leaped down and killed him."
"What did it do?"
"The 'zombie' had hidden itself in the room and jumped at the scientists. Apparently, it found a high place and jumped down. It's fast, flexible, acrobatic, and stealthy..."
"Anything else?"
"There are three more, I suppose. Some of them have acidic saliva, which obviously contains the virus. We do not know how far it can spit, but this thing is very dangerous..." The scientist coughed and then continued. "The last ones are like the originals, except these one can possibly run...But most of them don't." He paused and coughed again. "I don't know, but there was one 'zombie'...It had a sad expression on its face...I'd say its the closest to human facial expressions...other than the twisted smile..." The scientist flipped through some more pages in his notebook, and when he was sure that he had said everything, he looked at his boss.
"You are dismissed."

Months Later...

"Please stay inside of your homes!" A voice repeated over and over again on the speakers throughout the city. But what was the use? No one in Raccoon could hear it and if they did, they didn't care. Why? Because in one night, the people living and working in Raccoon city were all killed. Maybe not all of them, but from walking the streets it sure seemed like it.

Of course, the buildings were still standing. No bomb, earthquake, or fire killed anyone. It was a sickness and that sickness spread quickly. It ruined the town and left buildings, cars, and everything in a wreck. The streets were no longer gray, and were now painted red with blood. The city looked and smelled dead.

Good thing, though... that this sickness won't spread. Because Raccoon is completely sealed off from the rest of the world. Nothing can get out or in. A huge wall prevents exiting or entering the dead zone. This is a good thing for the world, but that sucks for who or what is trying to get out.

Everything is dead, dead, dead. Ha ha. I wonder if you'll escape.

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Low toned whimpering could barely be heard. None of the infected seem to have caught notice yet. In a nearby garbage can on 4th Astro Dr. was a girl. To anyone that has seen her she was wearing a brown furry vest over a pink spaghetti strap half-shirt. Her belly button with its silver piercing could easily be seen. For her lower garbs she wore a black miniskirt with hot pink panties underneath. On her back was a small backpack that resembled a Raccoon whose mouth opens up to store various items. She called it her Guchi Slut. On her feet were long knee length black boots which fish net stalkings could be seen riding up them and up the skirt. Easily by looking at her it was clear she has entered adulthood not long ago, maybe 18 or 19 years of age. On her driver's license the name read "Vanessa Rayes". She was very beautiful, dyed crimson hair with blond streaks and a smooth face like that of a baby's bottom. All she lacked was the attitude and inspiration to succeed...

Vanessa pondered back a few days ago when she was "entertaining" this one old man. The man was nice enough to leave her quite the tip and to top it off he gave her a card. The card was an allowance to try out for a job at the local strip club called "Chicken'n'Dangles". She was more than happy to oblige. She went for an "interview" just yesterday, the man she was to perform to was attractive and easily excited. He did seem a bit sickly though. He had beads of sweat and a bandaid on his hand. She didn't think much of it. She was almost instantaneously allowed into the club. She was to come back today and start up, life was going easier, no more blow jobs and no more underground abortions, just dancing. That was until, of course, the city went blood thirsty, she had escaped and quickly found herself hiding in a dumpster, she hasn't moved since...

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"Jesus, I feel pretty tired. I'd like to hit a barbie and get a bottle of booze...Right?" A tall, black man stood up and wiped his dirty hands on his jeans. "Well, I'll see you in a while. I'm gonna hit the dunny and I'll see you in a jiffy."
"Yeah, Stephen...I'll...I'll see you later, you crazy Australian."
"I'm not an ozzie, and just to tell ya...I was born in the US. I'd say I'm full American except for the 'accent'. Adam, do you need anything?"
"Nope."
"See you in a jiffy." The black man walked toward a store's restroom and listened to his tan work boots hit the floor. He began to hum and when he got to the restroom, he quietly went. When he finished and zipped up his dirty, light brown pants, he flushed it all down. Stephen then made his way over to the sinks and washed his hands. He did a good wash, shook his hands to rid some water, and then put them under a dryer. When the dryer stopped blowing, he wiped his hands on his black shirt and scratched his shaved head. Then Stephen put on his brown work gloves and was going to get out of the restroom, but he stopped at a mirror and looked at himself with his hazel eyes. "When I get home, I'll need to get this dirt off..." He chuckled. "Planting plants and making sure they all grow well and nicely sure is dirty work."

"Steph! St-st-stephen!" Adam yelled, and Stephen turned to see his friend burst open the restroom door. His friend was holding his arm. "I'm fucking bleeding!"
"Howzat?!"
"That bitch at the register fucking bit me.."
"H-hold it, mate...uh...t-take off your jacket and give it here." Stephen held out his hand and Adam quickly took off his jacket despite the pain from the big chunk out of his arm. "Uh..." He wrapped around his friends arm and just as he finished, the door flew open. He looked up and saw a bloody girl with obvious blood around her mouth.
"Oh God! That's fucking her!" Adam backed up and hid behind Stephen, afraid of getting bitten again. The girl awkwardly took a step forward and Stephen stepped back. She took another and when Stephen took a step back, the girl charged at him quickly. She leaped into the air and landed on top of him. Stephen threw her off, got up, and ran out. Adam followed after quickly.
"Let's go! She's mad!" He said, obviously spooked by the attack. He looked back and saw the girl sprinting after him. "Adam, get in the truck!" The doors slammed closed and the two men rolled up the windows. Stephen was struggling with his keys when the girl ran into the the window.
"Shit! What the fuck?!" Adam moved away from the window and the girl began to slam her head against the glass, covering it with blood. The glass window slowly began to crack and before it could crack even more, Stephen started the truck and drove off in a hurry. The mad girl chased after them, but stopped chasing when she saw a garage open. He didn't know what had happened, but he heard a scream of pain.
"I'm taking you to the hospital, mate. You die on me and I'll job you."

The two drove around for a while and as they drove around, the sun started to set. They got to the hospital and Stephen helped Adam out. "Stephen...I don't feel real hot."
"No worries, you'll get better..."
"Ha ha. Ok. Stephen...I..I'll be Ok now... You go on home." Stephen nodded and watched as his friend walked into the ER. He waited until the sky was dark and left when he got a call from his girlfriend.
"I hope that bloke's alright." He said before leaving the hospital. He wondered if his friend was ok, but what he didn't know was that his friend had already died. His friend had become a carrier of the sickness and was very contagious. Taking him to the hospital was a stupid move.

Stephen drove back home and listened to a random station playing random crap. While driving home, he didn't really notice what was happening around him, until he parked at the sidewalk. He stepped out of the truck and walked up the steps to his apartment building. He reached out for the door knob and tried to insert the key, but then realized the door was wide open. "Jesus..." He said, finally seeing a trail of fresh blood on the floor. The man ran back to his truck and picked up a shovel before re-entering the building.

"Jane?" He asked, finally taking a step into the building.
No reply.
"Jane?!"
No reply.
"Are you there, Jane?" He said one more time, but again, he received no reply back. Stephen followed the blood trail and found his girl 'kissing' some other guy. Well, it looked like kissing from where he was standing. He bit his lip and slowly approached her. "Jane?" She got up and turned. Stephen could already tell that something was wrong. He saw her acid-burned clothing and he could hear gagging sounds from her. Jane leaned forward and sickly green spit dropped onto the floor. It seemed to eat away the tile and that caused Stephen's eyes to widen. He knew that wasn't the Jane he used to know. She looked up at him and opened her mouth to spit. "You were a great sheila..." He said after a gulp and then raised his shovel.

The man had drove away from his home and drove around the city. It didn't take long for him to run out of gas because he didn't refill his truck earlier in the day. But it didn't matter, for he couldn't do it now. His truck stopped on 4th Astro Dr. and fortunately for him, there wasn't a lot of 'crazy people' on the street. He walked into an alley, and got on top of the dumpster Vanessa was in. Stephen then started to climb the ladder while holding his shovel. "Need...to find..urgh..." He was having trouble with the shovel. "..a way out...This city is..." Stephen fixed his grip on his shovel. "...crazy."

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Vanessa stayed quiet when the approach of footsteps were heard. She covered her mouth but knew that those crazy people finding her was imminent. When the banging started she held back a scream, maybe it just bumped into the dumpster. Then more sounds and she couldn't help herself. "LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE YOU CRAZY MOTHER FUCKERS!!" She cried aloud as she dug into the squishy remains of someone's old meat loaf. She was trying to find a weapon, before long she felt something, she felt around it and felt that it was a broken cup, better than nothing, it was class and it could cause SOME damage. She waited for them to open the top of the trash bin to fling the cup at them.

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"LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE YOU CRAZY MOTHER FUCKERS!!" The sudden yell startled Stephen and caused him to lose his grip on the ladder. His back hit the dumpster lid first and his shovel landed away from the dumster. He stayed there for a while, waiting for the sudden pain in his back to stop. Stephen moaned and slowly rolled off of the dumpster lid. He bent down to pick up his shovel while holding his aching back.
"Ohh....Where did that come from...?" He looked around and guessed that someone was in the dumpster, since the voice was so loud and seemed near. Stephen held his breath and opened the top of the bin. To his surprise he saw a girl, but this one looked pretty safe. Wait no, that broken cup didn't look too safe. "W-wait, mate! I don't reckon you'd like to throw that at me!"

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Vanessa heard a thump and she let out a small scream. Suddenly silence. She decided to check real quick and attempted to open the lid, it would budge. 'They're planning on leaving me in here to not-breath to death or something!' She thought and did what she thought best to do. She placed her hand across her nose and mouth and stopped breathing to conserve air inside the trashcan by neglecting air inside her lungs. A few seconds later she lost concentration on her attempts to avoid suffocation as the lid rose. She choked out a scream despite the man's words and chucked the cup. She wasn't good at aiming, the cup hit the top of the lid which was only partially open, the cup broke into two pieces and one hit Vanessa square on the head. It didn't cut her or do any serious damage but it left her to cradle herself in a fetal position while shielding her head saying the f word over and over again, temporarily forgetting the situation she previous thought she was in.

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She screamed and threw the cup despite his words. Stephen shielded himself from the cup and when he was sure that it didn't hit him, he looked at the girl. Now she was in a fetal position and protecting her head. He heard her saying the f word over and over again. "For a sheila, you sure do have dirty language." He said to her. Stephen said it loud enough so she could hear him over herself. "It wouldn't do you any good to stay here, mate. I reckon you come with me so we can both find our way out. Don't bludge now...We must hurry out of here."

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Vanessa opened an eye and looked at the man again. She blinked and came to the conclusion that he was sane. "Okay... Just don't puke, please? I've seen enough of that." Vanessa had a relatively soft voice despite her temper. She climbed out of the garbage, tracking along the smell. "Let's just go okay.." When they set off she had to ask. "Look, this may not be the time but what's with your accent? Are you, like, African or something?"

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"Okay...Just don't puke, please? I've seen enough of that." Stephen cocked his eyebrow and sighed, remembering earlier. "Let's just go okay..."
"Hold this and have a gander at that." He pointed to his truck and then passed her his shovel. "You got to be game and stay here for a while...while I get a few supplies. Be a good girl and swing at whatever looks harm full.. When I get my tools, I'll come back and help ya." Before she could say anything, Stephen rushed off to his truck and hopped into the back.

He had large bush clippers, a chainsaw, a gardener pick and of course, the sharp garden fork. There was other stuff, but from seeing all the weird things, he knew that they needed something that could harm the crazies. From all of them, the easiest to carry seemed to be the garden fork. He had it pointed outward so it wouldn't poke him and with some duck tape and cloth, it was out of the way and on his back. The next and last thing he picked up was a chainsaw. He already knew that tonight would be one hell of a ride.

Stephen looked around and saw few of the crazies. It was strange. Earlier while driving, he saw a lot of them, but now, he barely saw any and he took that as a bad sign. He jumped down from the trunk and quickly, but quietly made his way back to the girl.

"Good, seems like nothin' harmed ya. Before we move...take this." He handed her a switchblade. "Use it if you can't use the shovel...We should move--"
"Look, this may not be the time but what's with your accent? Are you, like, African or something?"
"African? I may be colored, but that isn't where I got my accent. American born, Oz raised...er...Australian raised. It just so happens that one of my oldies was an African-American who married an Ozzie....Well, enough of this...I can't climb a ladder holding this chainsaw. I'd like you to climb up to the roof and tell me what's happening to the city and any possible ways out."

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Vanessa was handed a shovel. She took it by the shaft then stared sickingly at the blade where signs of previous beatings were shown. Then he was gone... She waited a few seconds and saw something move at the corner of her eye. It was a cockroach! She let out a small girlish squeal as she pounded the poor creature into the asphalt, she pounded a few more times to make sure and it wasn't even to be recognized as a bug anymore. "Like oh my god... That was so close." She said, catching her breath. Suddenly she saw the man come back. She was handed a switchblade which she looked at a little less sickingly as she did the shovel which was now tainted by bug guts but she supposed she'd use it. Then she asked her question and the guy was quick to answer. Vanessa thought for a few seconds of Australia. Then she wondered if he meant Ozzy Osborn but assumed they didn't have Ozzy in Australia. She giggled at her thoughts but was interrupted when he told her to climb the ladder. She looked down at her skirt and put her hands on her hips. "Hey pal, I don't allow free looks.." She said jokingly, then something caught her eye, this time it wasn't a cockroach, it was crazies. "On second thought, I'll bill you later!" She said frantically and used her vest to hold in place the shovel that she stuck in her back, it was tight enough against her back to hold the shovel there. She then began to climb, unknowing of her smart little shovel tactic.

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"Hey pal, I don't allow free looks..." The girl said after looking down and putting her hands on her hips. Stephen was about to say something, but she was quick to say, "On second thought, I'll bill you later!" The girl used her vest to hold the shovel and climbed up quickly.
"Well, I'd put that under the odd category..." Stephen sighed and waited for her to go up. "What do you see, mate?!" He asked her when she had gotten up. He waited for her answer, but as he waited, he finally noticed that they had the attention of the mad men. Stephen also noticed something else. These things looked a lot more sick and well...dead. "I cannot believe I'm doing this, but I suppose it can't be helped." The 'gardener' started up the chainsaw and got ready.

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Vanessa climbed quickly and made her way to the edge of the building. She wasn't scared of heights so she was fine with it. She leaned over and gasped. "Ozzy Osborn guy!" She called to him. "We have a problem!" There were floods of undead. Suddenly something growled to life. "Oh my god the cockroach is back to eat meee..." She mourned to herself wondering what she should do now.

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"Ozzy Osborn guy!" Ozzy Osborn guy? Stephen wondered how he had recieved that nickname. "We have a problem!"
"Problem down here as well!" He yelled over the roar of the chainsaw. He then brought the chainsaw up and to his surprise, they didn't back down. One of them, grabbed Stephen, but when it got near, he let the chainsaw rip through the crazies' skull. Many of them were flooding into the alleyway, but the chainsaw seemed to be great at keeping them away from him. It was a good weapon, but Stephen really didn't enjoy the blood splattering on him.

"These people are monsters!" He shouted after noticing something strange. He had cut a man in half, but the man still pulled himself toward Stephen. Obviously spooked by what he was seeing, he got deeper into the alley and turned to a door. He tried to kick it open, but it didn't open and he only managed to hurt himself. "Owhhhh... Give it away already!" He was going to tackle the door this time, but instead, he used the chainsaw to open it. It wasn't the best way to open doors, but at the time, he didn't care.

Stephen pushed the door opened and tried to close the door behind him. When that didn't work, he ran to where he thought the staircase to the roof was and when he found stairs, he climbed up them. "A room..." He said, reaching the top of the stairs. He hesitated at first, but when he heard the moaning and groaning he entered the room quickly and closed the door. "A nice room...with a fire escape! Well, that's something I won't grizzle about."

He exited through the open window and closed it with his foot when he was out. With the chainsaw in his hands, he awkwardly ran up the fire escape. "I hope that sheila's alright. She doesn't seem like the type to know what to do in such a situation..." After he said this, he said no more and tried thinking of a way to get away from the things.

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"Oh goddd..." She mumbled to herself after the chainsaw roar muffled. "I hope Ozzy is okay." She said, using her appointed nickname to him. She began hearing clinking noises and moved to the edge of the building to where the ladder was. The crazies were climbing. "No! Away!" She yelled at them, they didn't seem interested in listening. "Get off my ladder you whore!" She rebuked again, failing to obtain a response. When it got near to the top she smacked it with the shovel and it fell. "That's right bitch! That's what you get!" She called out victoriously. Suddenly she saw a large pink object moving through the crowds, rather quickly. Soon enough it clung to the side of a nearby building. "DEMON COCKROACH!" She screamed and looked to her right and left and saw a building close by. She ran as fast as she could and jumped. She made it without even a sweat. "IT WANTS TO EAT MEEE!!" She cried aloud, meanwhile the beast had given up on the frantic whore when it found a moving car in the street attempting to escape..

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"No! Away! Get off my ladder, you whore!" Yeah, the woman from earlier was alright. Stephen finally made it to the top and turned off the chainsaw. "That's right, bitch! That's what you get!" He heard her yell and he shook his head. The woman really did have dirty mouth.
"Right now, this chainsaw is far too useful to leave behind..." He decided to bring the dangerous tool with him, but getting to another roof safely would be hard while holding the saw. Stephen also knew that throwing it wouldn't help either. Without wasting much time, he looked around the roof and found what seemed to be a sturdy board. He made a bridge and crossed it. When he got across, he kicked the board over the edge and watched as the board fell on on of the crazies.

"DEMON COCKROACH!" The woman yelled and just as Stephen started to get closer to her, she jumped to another building.
"For the love of--"
"IT WANTS TO EAT MEE!!" She cried aloud.

Stephen lowered his chainsaw and got his garden fork out. One of the things climbed up the ladder and when it got near, he used the fork and stabbed it. He then placed his boot on its head and pulled the fork out. "Is there a clear way out, mate?!" He yelled as he forked and watched for 'spitters'. "Find one real quick!"