Resident Evil: Survived

Staring hapless into a typewriter....sitting on plastic chair on room 307 Jackson motel. The TV playing music video of 'creep' Radiohead... . Damnit!!!

Few Moment before.. onboard Ecleptic train.

' HYaaaahhh' I swing the duffel bag at the approaching abomination...the infected zombies. managed to stave them for couples second.

'SHIIIIIIIYTTT!! how come i've don't pay attention. This is the train Rebecca Chambers and Billy Coen stuck in Resident Evil ZERO. although i somehow remember I don't play this game yet.

Turn around and run to the end of lorry. In rush I open the door and try jamming it with anything I can find from the other side.

"Fuuuh" I inhale relief.

I heard dripping sound from my back. Turnaround and see pool of sticky substance.

" what is this slime on the floor?"

I got bad feeling for this

I look up....shiiittt!!! (author: you shouldn't look up MC maybe....just maybe it's just leak in the train 😏) the Lich parasites hanging. numbering in hundred, one by one they start dropping. try to fight it, bashing with anything I can hold of ..useless.

And then The darkness came with ' you died ' bloodied words.

Damnit!! escape by train end up in failure. What's the next move?

Think Think Think!

How about using Greyhound bus?

Does it exist in this game reality?

I dial up the receptionist, asking if theres any Greyhound bus service in Racoon city.

...

There is...good!. Again I'm asking for directions from the receptionist how to reach Greyhound bus station. After couple hours I manage to book tickets out Raccoon City.

Yes! the Greyhound start leaving with me inside it. My guards are up suspecting some random outbreak on this bus.

One hour, two turns to four and four turns to six, nothing Happens.The only thing happened are the loud snore the man seated next to me.

'Damnit!!!'

It's tiring to be in constantly vigilant. My eyes feels heavy, must stay awake.....zzzzzzz

When the nights fall. Series of growling at the Oakville Forrest start to crescendo. The howl of wolf quickly replace by silence.

The Greyhound start entering road that surrounded by forest. The humming of the bus engine, the hiss of airbrake serenading the passenger to Dreamland. The cassette player play the Inkspot ' I don't want to set world on fire'. As the driver start humming along.

Suddenly something crossed the road. The driver in panic slam the steering wheel hard.

the bus screeching tire trying hard to stick the roads.

The bus barrels at the trees and slams hard. And if that isn't enough. The fuel start leaking...

I smell leaking diesel, and through

my blurry vision I see flame start ignite.

Shiiiiiiiiiiittty.....

FWOOSH!!!!! the flame start immolate the entire bus.

' You died' once again hovering

in my field of vision.

4th try escaping Raccoon city by hitchhiking....only to be picked up by Umbrella team. And end up in T-virus airborne experiments. Why I sound calm;

at least it's not painfully slow dying.

the 5th load.

Shoot, escaping seems block by something ( author "you're smart MC mwahaha you shall not pass) . What are the alternative to survive.

I need guns!

where to get some?

'Aha' what about Kendo gun shop?.

I remember in Resident Evil all S.T.A.R.S member get their handguns from Kendo Shop.

So let's start there... grabbed the Yellow Pages by telephone for Kendo Gunshop address. an hour later I manage to reach the Kendo Gunshop.

"hi what can I help you?" a nice old man quip . It seems he' s mix race.

I smile " Good day, I'm looking for guns" I only know the hand gun name from Resident Evil game. So I ask

" how much for berreta 93 f?"

" 500 $ factory settings"

Hiss

I don't have the money to buy it!

" and how much a box of berreta ammo?"

" 9 mm ? surplus or grade?

" Huh?" What the hell?

Apparently it's obvious for the man that I'm stranger for firearms. he said

"it's different type of ammo, surplus is the cheapest, grade are better quality control" with a smile.

"Okay whats the price for 9 mm surplus?" I ask.

"10$ per box"

my brains try to rack anyways to obtain the firearm...and the solution are stupid.

' f.u.c.k it ' I grab the berreta and try run to the door.

" Stop you asshole!!" Bob shouted

My mind 'Not planning to'

almost reach the door.

Bob press the auto door lock.

The door is locked!

BANG!!

Aw f.u.c.k.e.d it Banzai!! I charge at Bob

BANG!

On room 307 Jackson motel. A certain person depressed

staring into a typewriter....again.

'AAAAAAARRRRRGGHHHH!!!!'