Resident Evil RPG

The night had already been long when the offer came in. {{user}} had just finished the final scheduled drop at the city hospital when a doctor flagged {{obj}} down in the loading bay. A last-minute Priority Schedule-A cooler needed to reach Raccoon City General Hospital up in the mountains. Double the usual rate. The roads were already turning white, the temperature dropping fast, but the money was hard to refuse. {{user}} signed the paperwork, took the sealed medical cooler, and climbed back into the courier van with the Package riding securely in the passenger seat.

Snow thickened the farther {{sub}} drove into the higher elevations. The heater worked overtime. Phone signal flickered and died in stretches. Headlights carved a narrow path through the falling white. {{user}} kept one eye on the road and the other on the cooler, its contents supposedly an urgent transplant specimen that could not wait until morning.

Then the figure appeared. A woman in a light floral dress was to cross the road. There was no time to swerve cleanly. The van struck her with a sickening thud and skidded sideways into a snowbank. One headlight continued to burn. The engine ticked in the sudden quiet.

{{user}} sat for a moment, breath fogging the air inside the cab, then opened the door into the biting cold. The Package remained on the seat. Fresh footprints and a smear of blood led from the impact point into the dark treeline. Somewhere beyond the reach of the remaining headlight, the night waited.

Current Location: Snowy mountain road {{user}} Health: Fine {{user}} Items: * The Package (sealed medical cooler containing the stabilizer) * Courier van keys * Personal phone (weak/intermittent signal)

The sheriff’s pistol had been heavier than expected. In the chaos after the woman attacked, {{user}} had fired too many times in the dark. Two of the rounds had punched straight through the van’s engine block. Steam hissed. The vehicle was finished. There was nothing left but to take the Package and start walking. The snow was deep and the cold cut through clothing quickly. {{user}} followed the road until a private property fence appeared on the left—chain-link topped with warning signs and a low electric hum. With no other clear path and the woman’s distant shape still moving somewhere behind, {{sub}} climbed the fence and dropped onto the other side. The shock was sharp but brief. Almost immediately a dog began barking from deeper on the property. The sound was wrong—too deep, too continuous. Through the falling snow {{user}} could just make out a dark shape loping across the open ground, closing the distance with unnatural speed. The Package swung against {{poss}} side with every step as {{sub}} ran for the nearest structure. The barn loomed ahead. Behind {{obj}} the dog’s growls grew closer, wet and distorted, no longer sounding entirely like an animal.

Current Location: Fenner’s Farm – outside the electric fence / approaching the barn {{user}} Health: Fine {{user}} Items: * The Package (sealed medical cooler containing the stabilizer) * Sheriff’s service pistol (Five rounds) * Personal phone (no signal)

The farmhouse was dark and quiet when {{user}} forced the door. Snow blew in behind {{obj}}. The Package was set carefully on a kitchen table while {{sub}} searched. In an upstairs bedroom {{user}} found a double-barreled shotgun leaning against the wall. The cabinet nearby held a small box of shells. A landline phone on the nightstand began to ring. The sudden noise was loud in the dead house. {{user}} hesitated, shotgun in one hand, the Package still downstairs. The ringing continued, insistent. Outside, something heavy struck the electric fence. A shape that had once been the woman in the floral dress was now forcing its way through the wire, flesh sizzling, movements jerky and determined. She crossed the yard in a shambling sprint and slammed against the front door hard enough to crack the frame. Footsteps sounded on the porch. The door shuddered again. {{user}} stood on the second-floor landing with the loaded shotgun, the ringing phone still unanswered, and the knowledge that the house was no longer empty of threats.

Current Location: Fenner’s Farmhouse – second-floor bedroom / landing {{user}} Health: Fine {{user}} Items: * The Package (sealed medical cooler containing the stabilizer) * Double-barreled shotgun (2 shells loaded) * Box of shotgun shells (partial) * Sheriff’s service pistol (Five rounds)

After leaving the farm behind, {{user}} continued on foot through the deepening snow. The road eventually funneled into a long, unlit highway tunnel blocked by abandoned vehicles. The Package was heavy in {{poss}} arms as {{sub}} picked a path between the wrecks. Near the far end sat a large SUV-style RV, its side door hanging open. Inside, the air smelled of copper and something sweeter. A small girl was curled in the cramped bathroom, one leg twisted at an impossible angle. The lower portion of the limb had already begun to change—toes elongated into thick, twitching tendrils that scraped against the floor. She looked up when {{user}} appeared in the doorway. Her eyes were still human. Her voice, when she spoke, was small and frightened.

“Mommy bit me,” she whispered. The tendrils on her leg flexed and stretched farther. She had not fully turned yet, but the process was visibly accelerating. The Package rested against {{user}}’s hip. Outside the RV the tunnel remained dark and silent except for the soft drip of meltwater and the quiet shifting of the girl’s mutated limb.

Current Location: Highway tunnel – interior of the abandoned RV {{user}} Health: Fine {{user}} Items: * The Package (sealed medical cooler containing the stabilizer) * Double-barreled shotgun (1 shell loaded; 6 more shells in box) * Sheriff’s service pistol (Five rounds)

The amalgam that had once been the woman in the floral dress had grown. Multiple bodies were now fused into its mass—limbs, faces, and trailing tentacles dragging through the snow. It came around the corner faster than anything that size should move.

{{user}} ran, Package clutched tight, and found a manhole cover already loosened by earlier chaos. {{Sub}} dropped into the dark and pulled the cover shut just as the mass slammed against the street above.

The sewers were rank and low-ceilinged. Water ran ankle-deep. {{user}} moved carefully until the tunnel opened into a wider junction. There, seated against the far wall like a living obstacle, was an enormously obese, hairless, naked man. His skin stretched tight and glistened. He did not speak. He simply stared. As {{user}} edged sideways, the man’s abdomen convulsed once. The flesh split open in a wet, tearing rush. Dozens of mutated rats poured out in a living flood, their bodies already beginning to tangle and merge with one another even as they hit the water.

The Package was the only thing {{user}} could not afford to drop.

Current Location: Raccoon City sewers – junction chamber {{user}} Health: Fine {{user}} Items: * The Package (sealed medical cooler containing the stabilizer) * Heckler & Koch MP5 (30 rounds loaded; 1 Magazine left) * Sheriff’s service pistol (Five rounds)

{{user}} climbed back to street level with the Package still intact. The hospital complex was finally visible through the snow—a tall, dark shape with a few remaining lights. The streets between were littered with abandoned cars buried under white. {{Sub}} kept moving, head down, until a wet impact sounded to the left. An infected body had leapt from a rooftop and burst open on the pavement. Another followed, then another. They were throwing themselves from the heights, their forms rupturing on impact in sprays of blood and bone. The remains did not rise again. {{user}} realized the fall itself was killing them permanently. More shapes appeared on the edges of the surrounding buildings. The hospital entrance was still blocks away.

Current Location: Raccoon City streets – approach to the hospital {{user}} Health: Fine {{user}} Items: * The Package (sealed medical cooler containing the stabilizer) * Heckler & Koch MP5 (30 rounds loaded) * Sheriff’s service pistol (Five rounds)

The hospital lobby was a slaughterhouse. {{user}} found the ramp to the underground parking garage instead and descended into fluorescent-lit concrete. Rows of empty cars sat under a thin layer of dust and snow tracked in from outside. The Package was still secure against {{poss}} side. A security camera in the wall beside the elevator door pivoted with a soft mechanical whir and locked onto {{user}}. A moment later a voice crackled through a wall-mounted intercom—tired, urgent, and clearly human. “You. With the cooler. Is that the stabilizer? The Schedule-A package from the outlying hospital?” The voice did not wait long for confirmation. “Bring it to the twenty-eighth floor research lab. Stairwells only—elevators are compromised. We’re the last team still working. We can finish the cure if you get that compound up here. National Guard is inbound. Move.” The camera continued to watch. The intercom fell silent. Somewhere above, the hospital waited.

Current Location: Raccoon City General Hospital – underground parking garage {{user}} Health: Fine {{user}} Items: * The Package (sealed medical cooler containing the stabilizer) * Heckler & Koch MP5 (30 rounds loaded) * Sheriff’s service pistol (Two rounds loaded)

The maternity ward had been a nightmare of fleshy sacs and half-formed things. {{user}} had barred the door behind {{obj}} with a mop handle and run onto the exterior skybridge that connected the towers. Most of the bridge had already collapsed. Only a narrow, damaged section remained. Behind {{user}} the barred door finally gave way. Infected from the ward poured out and, in their blind rush, tumbled over the broken edge of the skybridge. They fell directly onto the massive amalgam that had been climbing the exterior of the building—the same fused mass that had pursued {{user}} since the mountain road. The combined weight and force tore the creature free. It and the falling bodies plummeted together into the snow far below and did not rise. The bridge was quiet again except for the wind. Ahead, the remaining section of the skybridge led to the secure laboratory wing on the twenty-eighth floor. The Package was still in {{user}}’s possession. The final door waited.

Current Location: Raccoon City General Hospital – exterior skybridge, 28th-floor approach {{user}} Health: Fine {{user}} Items: * The Package (sealed medical cooler containing the stabilizer) * Heckler & Koch MP5 (Empty) * Sheriff’s service pistol (Empty)

The secure laboratory doors slid open with a soft pneumatic hiss. Bright white light and the sterile smell of antiseptic washed over {{user}} as {{sub}} stepped inside, the Package still clutched tightly against {{poss}} side. Several scientists in lab coats turned at once. The lead researcher—Carl—moved forward immediately, eyes locked on the cooler.

“You actually made it,” he said, voice tight with exhaustion and relief. “Give it here. Now.” Hands reached out. The Package was taken, set on a central workstation, and cracked open with practiced speed. The stabilizing compound inside was measured, mixed, and fed into a humming synthesizer. Monitors lit up. A clear syringe of pale liquid began to form in the machine’s output tray—the completed cure.

{{user}} stood near the center of the room, breathing harder than the climb alone should have caused. The bite from earlier burned in their skin. A sharp, wet crack sounded inside {{poss}} forearm. Flesh shifted. Thin tendrils pushed against the skin from within, then broke through in a spray of blood. One scientist gasped. Another backed toward the wall.

Carl’s voice rose. “It’s progressing too fast—get the syringe, inject {{obj}} before—”

Current Location: Raccoon City General Hospital – 28th-floor research laboratory {{user}} Health: Caution (advanced infection, visible mutation beginning) {{user}} Items: * The Package (opened; stabilizer already extracted and used)

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