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OOC: The zombies in Resident Evil are of the traditional kind: slow and shambling and literally brain-dead. I haven't got a clue how you'd be able to roleplay as a zombie other than your character eventually falling to infection and mutating into one, and then roleplaying the zombie's craving for human life, but when it gets to player interaction...

Could be interesting, just depends on how well you can pull it off, I guess.

IC:
J's Bar

A scream of agony escaped the lips of the man who had offered his aid to the lumbering shambles of a man that had stumbled into the bar. His screams echoed and reverberated throughout the tavern, before falling into dank gurgles and violent coughing as blood escaped his mouth. The man who was on the floor and whom had taken a vicious bite of the other's leg continued his vicious and unrelenting assault on the screamer's leg; the attack revealing a massive gouge of blood and flesh tearing away to show glistening red sinewy muscles and white bone underneath. It was unbelievable.

It was almost a minute before someone had gained the composure to get involved and stop the attack. A burly, muscle bound man with a thick beard of hair on his face and a earring through his pierced left ear ran to the entrance of the bar, and in one heavy movement, swung his foot outwards, kicking the biting man's head away from his victim, and sending the man flying across the tavern.

"Jesus Christ!"

"What the hell?!"

"Oh my god!"

Various cries escaped the assembled users of the tavern, as many had finally stood up in shock and disbelief at the scene that had just occurred. The entrance of the tavern was now coated in a thick spray of red blood, and the bitten victim lay crouched down, his hands shakily holding onto his ruined leg. His whole body quivered in pain and shock, and blood continued to ooze from the fresh wound.

"What on earth was that?!" Elza Walker exclaimed, as she too had stood up in awe and shock of the spectacle. Frank West similarly shared a disbelieving expression on his face, but he remained seated. Unlike the majority of the drinking people within the building, his mind was racing not just through the unexpected and incredible scene that had unfolded before him, but rationalising it to that of the case he'd been researching beforehand, and what had ultimately brought him here to Raccoon City.

The Cannibal Murders…

No way was this a coincidence. What the hell was this, then? A definite relation to the cannibal killings a few months ago, but in what way? That the cannibal killers hadn't been caught beforehand and had escaped the fire they were supposedly involved in at the Spencer Estate (if the official police and press report was to be believed)? Or was it something to do with what the S.T.A.R.S report had sa-

"Is that man okay?" Shouted a concerned woman who ran over to the crouched, bleeding man. "That was unbelievable! I mean, who in their right mind would do what that other man just did?"

The muscled, bearded man nodded to the approaching woman, as she arrived next to him and began inspecting the wounded man. The bearded man turned his focus to the attacker, who continued to lie still on the floor by the wall of the bar. Whatever was wrong with that man seemed to be over. They needed to call the police, get the R.P.D over here and arrest the man at once…

He couldn't believe it. No one could. Slowly and disbelievingly, the shambled, grimy man who had stumbled into the bar before, performed a sickening attack and who had been kicked halfway across the bar slowly began to rise to his feet. But it wasn't just the fact that he was getting back up again, but it was the manner in which he was doing so. His body movements were erratic, almost spasm-like. A low moan escaped the breath of the man, as his limp head began to lift up. Higher and higher… until the whites of his eyes could be seen… and that was all there was. No pupils, no sign of recognition or clarity his eyes, just an eerie and unnerving look, complete with the lower half of his face coated in what was a man's blood…

BAM

BAM

BAM

The attendants of the bar looked around, their almost trance-like attention to the inhuman man brought back to reality. The sounds of the city outside could be heard; chaotic, unreal and unnatural sounds. Some could swear that they could hear screams echoing all around them. And more frightening of all was the collection of people around the windowed entrance, all of whom had the same deathly appearance of the attacking man in the bar, and all of whom were pounding on the glass windows from outside.

The chaotic sounds of outside, the screams, banging and crashing, the implosions and sounds of ignited fires began to drown out in the sea of moaning that seemed to be encroaching from all around them. The continued pounding of the weakening glass windows from the unreal and unnatural people outside; the slow, shambling walking of the attacking man inside the bar moving forward, fresh blood dripping from his maw; and finally, another scream.

The woman and muscled, bearded man who had came to the defence of the attacked man were now in turn, being attacked. With an almost unbelievable amount of strength and persistence, the smaller attacked man suddenly grabbed the muscled, bearded man and forced him onto the floor. And before any of the other tavern's patrons could intervene, a booming crash sounded from the entrance, as the tavern's windows were smashed in, and the seeping masses of shambling, scraggy men and women from outside shuffled inwards, aiming for the innocent patrons within, trying to grab them, to scrape and scratch them, to BITE them.

"What the hell is this?! What's going on?!" Elza screamed, to no one in particular, but just trying to find sense in all this unbelievable chaos.

"We… we need to get out of here, now." Frank said, finally leaving his stool from the bar, grabbing on to Elza's arm and re-alerting her attention to the man she had been talking to moments earlier. She looked into his eyes, and saw an almost cold sense of dread and urgency within them. What she saw, she didn't like… it was frightening.

"H-here!" Called a voice from the side of the bar, as one of the bar's servers kicked open a door, revealing stairs leading up to the bar's typically restricted first floor. "This way! We've got to get out of here!"

Amid the numbing moans and brain tearing screams, Frank and Elza began moving to the bar's stairs.

Frank and Elza clambered up the staircase, along with the myriad of other survivors who had the good sense to follow this. In the panic of the stair's narrow corridor and confinement, there was a struggle to get up it, and those who were at the back of the pack had the misfortune to be grabbed by the unholy, ghoulish monstrosities that had broken into the bar moments earlier, and for all intents and purposes, began eating people.

Some of the other survivors tried to rescue their friends and those who needed aid, but some of them too found themselves trapped in despair as they too were grabbed by an inhuman strength from these lumbering, shambling figures, and were pulled down into a blood-soaked bar area.

Those who pressed on, intent on saving themselves and getting away from the mass panic stricken level of chaos downstairs, found themselves on the first floor of the building, running along a wooden floor corridor surrounded by doors on one wall to various rooms, the other covered in windows, providing coverage to exactly what was going on in the streets below.

Frank took a brief moment to pause, and stared outside, a horror-stricken expression plastered on his face. The scene below was truly undescribable, and the screams that were coming all around him would surely haunt his dreams. He was pulled away from the mesmerisation, as Elza tugged on his jacket and brought him running back in the corridor along with the other few bar patron survivors, desperately trying to escape the madness that was all around them.

They climbed up another flight of stairs, to the bar's second floor. It was similar in appearance to the first, with a long narrow corridor with doors on one wall giving access to the bar's many rooms. At the end of a corridor was yet another door, that led to the rooftop. One of the miscellaneous members of the survivors sprinted to this door, and pulled on the door to open it, but recieved aggressive resistance as the door wouldn't open. It was locked, and it needed a key to open it.

"Damn it!" The survivor yelled. "It's locked! Anyone got any idea how to open this damn thing?!"

Frank twisted his head around to look at the latest voice that spoke amidst all the other cries of panic and chaos. His attention was turned to that of a suited and tied man carrying with him, bizarrely, a briefcase and umbrella. Frank would have thought that in all the bedlam that transpired, everyone would have forgotten their belongings and ran for their own lives, but he guessed not.

Frank could understand the man's agitated voice and lack of composure; after all, everyone, including him were feeling the same effect. Frank continued to look around though, something the man said had inspired him. He had asked whether the locked door was a fire escape door (to Frank's knowledge and all available signs, it wasn't. Maybe it led to another corridor that, at the end of, had the fire escape door to the roof, but he had no idea), and that gave Frank the idea that their might be some sort of fire assist item nearby that could hep break the door down. A fire extinguisher, or better yet, an axe.

"Can anyone see something we can use to break this down?!" Frank shouted, kicking the door and meeting stiff resistance. He continued trying, feeling the wooden door weakening with each strike, but the situation was becoming dramatically tense. Some of the bizarre ghouls that had entered the building were beginning to shuffle up the multitude of stairs and rooms to begin closing on them... they needed to escape immediately.

I'd love to continue it but it depends on the interest from other people. Anyone else want to try and keep this rp going (or started, rather)?

Then that's cool, but I think we'd need more than two people to run this rp, unless you'd be willing to do it with just us and make it more of a two person story collaboration?