- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Genres
- Horror, Gore, Action, Adventure, Modern, Crossovers.
MEANWHILE...
5:43pm
Silent Hill Lakeview Hotel
Pop! The bullet lodged deep within a Patient Demon's cranium, spraying brain and bone tissue across an elegant 18th Century-era vase. It rocked from the force of the impact as the creature fell on it's back, dead. The Lakeview Hotel, once James Sunderland's private hell... now was home to a certain young Umbrella Operative. Well, for a few days, that is. She smirked, holstering a 9mm Beretta into her sleek black jumpsuit. If you were there, you'd hear a robotic whirr emit from her high-tech gas mask, a tiny blue hue buzzing with life...
"Eins und zwanzig..."
She didn't know how she got there. Nor how she survived the Crossed outbreak while all her friends, her comrades, Wolfpack all fell in a whisper. Hmph. Like they mattered anyway! Umbrella was a mere paycheck. A damned good one, too. But she cared for someone. One. Single. Person. Sighing, the mysterious woman never knew if she'd see her again--but as fate has it, something was in store...
The Medic...
The German...
Bertha.
5:43pm
Silent Hill Lakeview Hotel
Pop! The bullet lodged deep within a Patient Demon's cranium, spraying brain and bone tissue across an elegant 18th Century-era vase. It rocked from the force of the impact as the creature fell on it's back, dead. The Lakeview Hotel, once James Sunderland's private hell... now was home to a certain young Umbrella Operative. Well, for a few days, that is. She smirked, holstering a 9mm Beretta into her sleek black jumpsuit. If you were there, you'd hear a robotic whirr emit from her high-tech gas mask, a tiny blue hue buzzing with life...
"Eins und zwanzig..."
She didn't know how she got there. Nor how she survived the Crossed outbreak while all her friends, her comrades, Wolfpack all fell in a whisper. Hmph. Like they mattered anyway! Umbrella was a mere paycheck. A damned good one, too. But she cared for someone. One. Single. Person. Sighing, the mysterious woman never knew if she'd see her again--but as fate has it, something was in store...
The Medic...
The German...
Bertha.