ultimate-nemesis wrote:

Just today I started reading it and I read 3 pages already, an A rank story. At the beginning of the story there were no monsters in the city, don't blank the details of this thought, finish the idea, explain the situation. Though there is one weak point,  why did he have to go to a bar for wesky, not a cafe for  juice or coffee? And remebers that the last time he drank such good juice/coffee was before sending him to Germany? Cause liquirs are pure icky.

Well, the deal with the whiskey is to be explained much later on. I do like your input relating to the lack of monsters in the beginning. I may go back and add a bit more detail to the start of it, perhaps a brief description of the city, or something :)
@Azy: Lemme know what it's called an' I'll check it out ;)

I rolled my head around, popping my neck quite a few times after I was finished writing. I looked to Jason who was examining the control panels in the room, and asked: “What time is it getting to be?”
“About eight O’ clock.” He replied without taking his eyes off the screens.
I figured there must have been a clock on one of the computer screens he was staring at so intensely. I packed the ammo and my diary away, zipped up my backpack, and then went over to the controls. I gave a quick apathetic look to the screens, and then turned my head to Jason. “Looks to me like they’re for water flow regulation.”
“Most likely.” Jason responded blandly before moving over to one of the chairs to have a seat.

“So what do we do now?” Veronica asked as she sat upon the large, steel weapons box.
“We keep moving. Try to find another way out of the sewers.” I answered as I turned my attention to my female companion. “Then we try to get to your apartment to find Martin.”
She only gave a small nod, but I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was determined. She was ready to risk her life out there to find the man she cared for. I wasn’t sure if I should admire her for bravery and devotion, or denounce her for utter foolishness.
“Alright then.” Jason said as he rose up, his gun in hand. “Let’s move out.”
I nodded a single time at Jason, and then grabbed my backpack off the table. I slipped my arms through the straps, and then drew my Beretta as I started toward the door nearest to the weapons box. I cracked the door open just enough for me to see out. I looked into the dimly lit hallway, and saw 3 zombies wearing blue jumpsuits loafing only a couple yards away. Luckily, their backs were to me, and they couldn’t see me peeking out. “We’ve got a few zombies only yards outside the door.” I whispered to Jason & Veronica. “Be ready.” The two nodded a little, and readied their firearms as we prepared to re-enter horror that had overtaken the once peaceful city.

I stepped back a little bit, and kicked the door all the way open. I took two large steps forward, and started firing at the monsters before me. I shot down all three in only a matter of seconds, but they were the least of our troubles. From just around the corner came a pair of oversized tarantulas. At that moment I heard dozens of shots being fired from my right, and looked to see Jason blasting away at the massive bugs. Only hours ago the man had been about as jumpy as a crack-head in a room full of cops, and now he was nearly fearless. It’s interesting what life or death situations can do to a person. The creatures let out an odd cry upon dying, their legs curling in toward their underbelly.

“Well done.” I said to Jason, and then we continued onward.
We turned left down the one-way hall, and saw something that usually wouldn’t excite us much, but under the circumstances it was as though we were looking at Jacob’s ladder, even though in reality it was just a regular ladder. True, what awaited us above was far from Heaven, but at least we wouldn’t have to deal with the previously named “hunters”. Hopefully, we wouldn’t have as many encounters with those giant spiders, as well.
“I’ll go up first, and scout the situation out. If everything’s okay I’ll let you know, but if you don’t hear anything from me in more than three minutes you need to find another way up.” I said commonly, and then holstered my handgun. I started up the ladder, bracing myself for the worst, but hoping for the best. I forced the manhole cover up, and back to where I could climb out. I poked my head out first, checking for any immediate danger, and then fully exited after seeing no direct threat. I took a looked around, and saw that somehow we’d ended up right in front of the police station. It looked perfectly safe, in fact, I couldn’t even hear the moans of the undead. Wow. Someplace that’s actually safe. I thought with a grin, and turned around. I got on my knees, and yelled down the manhole, “It’s good! Come on up!”



~Wesker~