Okay, after abandoning Ghost Town because I just couldn't do it anymore, I've decided to make a sequel to Resident Evil: Conspiracy. This is going to delve deeper into the backstory of Eric Jacobs and why his leader betrayed him and then became a Tyrant. But trust me, I'm going to stay far away from the unneccessary amount of dragging on descriptions from Ghost Town. So here it is!
It's been three months since the nightmare in Raccoon City. All that is left of my unit is Pat, Mark, Ben and I. All the others died in that hell. The sad part was, it could have been avoided. Our former squad leader, Rick, had betrayed us and sold out our unit as test subjects for Umbrella's experiments. As much as I hated Umbrella for what they did, I couldn't leave. Stories circulated constantly of executions of people who tried to quit. I was trapped. I sat at my desk, thinking all of these things over, reading and filing reports that were still flooding in from the Raccoon City incident and the woods around it that still had some infected roaming them. That was when the all too familiar siren sounded, the same one that sounded the day of our last mission.
I stood up, with my unit behind me. Apparently, since I had proven myself to be such a capable soldier and leader in Raccoon City and training excercises since then, Umbrella had decided to make me, Eric Jacobs, the leader of my UBCS squad. We walked to our lockers and I got out my equipment.Much of itthe same stuff from Raccoon City. A G36C with sixextra thirty round clips, a shiny new silencer for that weapon which had only been given tome yesterday, two Mk23s with six fifteen round clips for each, and my souvenir from Kendo's Gun Shop, and Jamie,my AMT Hardballer .45 caliber magnum. Six fifteen round clips for that too, and all of my gear storedin two hip holsters, my kevlartactical vest, a few belt pouches, anda holsterin the small of my back for the Hardballer.
Withall of ourweapons, we simultaneously grabbed ourradios andheadsets. We never wore helmets, they usually proved to be too bothersome.Besides, we didn't have to worry about beingshot in the head unless the wost should happen and we get infected. I shook off that thought. I wouldn't lose anyone. Or at least, I'd try my best notto. Especially not one of the new guys. Since we had lostfour ofour members, Craig, Rick, Jason, and James, new ones were sentto usto fill in the gaps. Our new guys were Matt, Nick, Kevin, and Tom.All younger guys, early twenties, black, brown, black, and blonde hair respectively, clean shaven. I myself am 33,blonde haired,with stubble on my chin andmessy hair.
Everyone, finished getting ready, followed me to the briefingroom.The system had changed since RaccoonCity, and even I didn't know where we were headed orwhat we weregoing there for. I supposed wewould find out...