It hasn't been a good month for Chris. It just got worse. A lot worse ( Read more... )

Albrecht has been training this morning for the past few hours. He's can't sleep lately, and he feels cramped in. Despite his little sparring match with Krauser, he's still itching for a fight. He's not going to spar with anyone again, since he's sure he'll probably end up trying to kill them. He's not too sure how much longer he can take this, so ( Read more... )

It had been a while since HUNK had ventured out into the courtyard at the back of the apartments, but for one reason or another, the evening had called him out there and as he slowly removed his gas mask and helmet, he allowed his eyes to bestow the night sky. It was an odd sort of sight really, but it made the old mercenary feel at peace with ( Read more... )

Mmmm. The area near 202 smells really good. Like Chinese cooking and spices and all sorts of good things. It's kind of surprising to see, however, that there's nothing in the room that's causing that smell. Except somebody left a faded cardboard box on the narest surface. Along with a pair of scissors and a small mug half-full of water. Whoever was ( Read more... )

HUNK was busy sitting outside his room, cross-legged, with a long stick in his hands. Where he got said stick was the very question, but he wouldn't say. Instead, he just pressed his combat knife against the tip end and started sharpening it to a fine point ( Read more... )

This was interesting. If by "interesting", you meant "unnerving beyond all rational comprehension". Well, at least there weren't any zombies or leech monsters to deal with. And Jim wasn't screaming every five seconds about how much his life sucked. She hated that. It got annoying after the five hundredth time ( Read more... )

He's got a sign ( Read more... )

It had been a bad day, all things considered. Sure, he had found his sister. And she was unharmed and alive and well. But... but she thought he was insane. His own sister, the only family he had left, thought he had made everything up. Wesker had gotten to her first. And now his own sister (who was younger than she should be) didn't trust him ( Read more... )

After his run in with Redfield, HUNK thought it was time to explore. He had blessed Chris' blade, and had ventured outside the Apartment walls to see what it was that lurked outside. It was risky, no doubt, but he had his gear on and plenty of holy relics to keep the undead at bay. Plus, the idea of being kept inside was driving him nuts ( Read more... )

HUNK waited outside in the courtyard, his fingers entwined in his belt loops of his khaki slacks. His other hand was at his lips, catering a cigarette he had just had the indulgence of lighting. Smoke drifted up from his lips and cascaded across his face as he stepped forward deeper into the courtyard ( Read more... )