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Recursionate	By : InvidiaRed Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 822 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Resident evil belongs to Capcom as does it's characters and in no way do I profit from this. As does Dead By Daylight and Legacy of Kain, And Lorelai, AKA The Queen Of Maggots from Devil Came Through Here Trilogy.

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Racoon Forest: July ,1998

Alpha Team had scouted around the forest zone situated in
northwest Raccoon City. Searching for the helicopter of their
missing compatriots.

Bravo team vanished during the middle of their mission.
Bizarre murder cases have occurred in Raccoon City. There are
outlandish reports of families being attacked by a group of about ten people.
Victims were... Apparently eaten.

The Bravo Team was sent to investigate.

Then we lost contact.

Joseph Frost led the way. The first to the derelict helicopter. S.T.A.R.S expertly set about to investigate.

Joseph nearly gagged as his flashlight alighted upon the
decomposing corpse... Of Kevin Dooley!

Bravo team's Pilot! The corpse had been partially
devoured, and he felt the bile burn his throat.

How could this happen? Racing through his mind
as he scrambled back from the grisly scene. Joesph Frost doubled over and hurled from sight the mutilation and the overwhelming sickly sweet scent of decay.

How was it possible that this could happen? As his dinner forcefully exited his throat the wrong way. It was not a proud moment of his, and to his annoyance, he remembered that he was wearing the camera.

"Fan out." Ordered their Captain and Joesph Frost clutched his shotgun.

His shotgun brought to bear as he wandered from his coworkers. They were S.T.A.R.S. They'd be fine.
He was just glad to be away from the scene.

Further, He wandered as the shrouded forest seemed to grow more menacing by the moment. As the other voices of S.T.A.R.S began to fade.

Something sped through the fog. Joesph pulled the trigger as his shot went wide. A doberman sailed through the air and tackled his chest, toppling him backward onto the forest floors. His gun clattering next to him.

"Get off me!" As the doberman's incisors wrapped around his throat. Piercing his flesh. Joesph struggled to get his arms beneath the creature to throw it off. He almost made it. Managing to get an arm under the damned thing.

Then the rest of the pack descended upon him. Tearing at his limbs, He cried out as one of them savaged his arm as the dog upon his chest didn't tear his throat out. The canine squeezing, he couldn't breathe as he blindly thrashed and kicked out.

There was no training possible that could make anyone ready for something like that. A few gunshots rang out distantly as the bite on his throat tightened, and his thrashings subsided. The pack of feral dogs tearing as his clothes, and the last thing he heard was of shredding fabric and his own choke-inspired gurgling.

Joseph Frost ached as he came to.
He shivered as his throat and arm throbbed. He felt so cold, like the chill of the forest had invaded him with a vengeance. The moisture clung to him, and he tried to put pressure on his savaged arm.

He hit the ground hard. The sound of plastic breaking, as his body weight, shattered the camera. He felt so cold and, with great effort, managed to get onto his knees.

He dimly made out that his clothing had been reduced to tatters. With his unruined hand, he pulled his bandanna off his head, and he blurrily used it to tourniquet his throbbing arm. After immense effort, managed to sit down.

Everything hurt. He grunted in pain as he pulled his makeshift tourniquet tight.

The pain only continued to grow. The sound of further breaking electronics only highlighted the growing incomprehension.

Joseph Frost tried to speak, to say anything. A garbled utterance was the only thing that escaped his scabbed-over throat.

His savaged arm had ceased to bleed. There was a growl, and to his slowly failing cognition, there was a rotting doggie.

Snarling at him. He tried his best to scrambled away, but it was like being surrounded by mud. Everything was too fast, and he was so snaily slow.

As the barking doggie was bowled him over and placed its paws on his shoulders, and snarled into his ear.

He froze. As slobber ran down his face. Doggie thrust forward, and he groaned as it stabbed his again and again.

He attempted to garble out for help as the doggie tore into him and stabbed him.

Pain bad, pain bad. Where were his buddies? He gargled out in agony as it felt like smack into him again. He tried to cry out, but all that came out was a pitiful moan as the doggie shoved a ball into him.

It hurt so bad as the doggie pushed on him, keeping him still as it peed in him.

It hurts.

H-urting

N-o!

H-u-r-t!

He was so itchy. As the doggie bit him hard and its teeth were red.

It bit him again. He peed himself and white splattered the ground beneath him. As his body shivered and he twitched and groaned. A blissful moment in a sea of viral agony.

With his lasting remanents of his cognition, he knew he was dying as the doggie held on. Red was going everywhere as the bad pup shook.

Joseph Frost never opened his eyes again.

When his body's eyes opened again, the bad doggie had gone, and he slowly got to his feet. He groaned.

He swayed in the fog of the Arklay Mountains. There in the distance, was a loud bang. Disconnected glimpses of party things but he couldn't understand. But he did understand what it meant. People. Hungry.

He slowly turned towards the sound and slowly shuffled towards the sound.

Moaning softly in the fog with his arms out.

So itchy...

So hungry...
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