Before we begin, if you don't know what the Spencer Estate is, it's a zombie filled mansion with mazes and puzzles. The Spencer Estate is from a video game called Resident Evil. If you want more info about it, just google/wiki it.

For the Resident Evil fans, this is a completely different story from what you played. It won't involve any of the original characters except for a few key ones.

Story
A small squad of soldiers was sent in to explore the Spencer Estate after a virus was released. It's their job to find out what happened, how it happened, and if there is anything they can do to stop it. Are you ready see if you can survive the traps, puzzles, and creatures that exist around every corner? If you think your up for the task, then join the group of S.T.A.R.S. that have been given this mission.

Rules
1. I am god. I control this role play. If some people prove to me that they can assist with the story, I will allow them a seat of authority in my haven.
2. I want original character's only.
3. PM all profiles to me.
4. I want a sample post along with your profile.
5. Do not leave anyone behind. They will get lost in the maze and surely die.
6. Be realistic, if you run out of ammo then you better start breaking stuff open to see if there is any ammo. If you start finding ammo from everything you break, you will be kicked out of this thread or I will choose when you find ammo.
7. I will only be accepting the first five profiles I get, not including my own.
8. Each post must be at least three FULL sentences. This includes being semi-lit/literate as well as proper grammar and spelling.
9. Try not to die.

Profile Skeleton
User Name:
Name: ((Please use modern day names.))
Nickname: ((Optional))
Age: ((Above twenty))
Weapon: (Two guns and a knife of any sort. Gun's can't be an RPG-7 or anything like that. I will only allow two people to have sniper rifles.))
Bio: ((Longer than two sentences and can't be 'I lost my memory.' You have to have a bio.))
Appearance: ((Written appearance.))

Accepted Profiles
User Name: Raizo
Name: Zackary Borshe
Nickname: Zero
Age: 26
Weapon: Beretta 92FS, Heckler & Koch UMP, Tactical knife at the waist.
Bio: He grew up in the suburbs of Raccoon City, always living peacefully. As he grew up, he had great grades all through school and loved working out. When he was able to, he joined the R.O.T.C. class at his school and began to have a love for the military. Year after year, he when back to the R.O.T.C. classes, advancing in the ranks and his love for the army grew even stronger. Finally, when he graduated high school, he enlisted in the Marines and was deployed shortly after. He spent five years in the Marines, until finally he came back home. A few week's after he got settle into his own place, S.T.A.R.S. sent him a recruitment letter and he accepted.
Appearance: Short, flat brown hair that part's on the right side. A few strands hang loose on either side at his face, the back fall's just short of reaching the tip of his spine. He has dark brown eye's that seemed to shine in the light. A little stubble on his cheeks and on his upper lip and chin. He's a little wider than being lean, but he is in top physical condition. He wear's a black tactical vest with a tight, dark blue shirt underneath. As well as black cargo pants and black combat boots.


The Beginning.
The sound of the propellers chopping the wind blocked out all sound coming from within the helicopter. All the squad members had to yell to hear each other over the noise. They were closing in on their destination. The Spencer Estate. The pilot looked back at the group of people,"ETA ten minutes!" He yelled at the group, telling them the arrival time. The members got the ropes ready for when the copter was above the yard of the estate. When they finally got there, three ropes were thrown out of the helicopter and two person's rappelled down each rope, until their feet hit the ground. Each person drew their handguns, as they scanned the area and helicopter slowly flew away. The weeds in the yard, were nearly up to each of the member's chest and they were so thick that the ground was impossible to see. As the sound of the helicopter finally faded away, nothing could be heard. No wind, no wildlife, nothing. Until growling was heard. Growling from several dogs. Barking soon followed, as well as the sound of leaves crunching under the weight of something. One of the groups members yelled to run and so they did. Towards the estate. When they got there, one of the member's slammed into the door, forcing it open, and everyone filed in. They shut the door and found something to barricade it with. They had made it to the estate.

Zack rested his hands on his knees, attempting to catch his breath. He looked at the group, getting a quick head count to make sure everyone was there. He sighed in relief when he counted all five member's there and unharmed. He stood up straight, taking in a deep breath. His gun was still in his hand and he was gripping it so tight that his hand was red. He holstered the gun and checked his other weapon as well, making sure it was still on his back. When everything was in order, he looked to the group,"Everyone alright?"

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