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Brad Vickers_178
Legacy Name: Brad Vickers_178


The Glacier Irion
Owner: interro-bang

Age: 13 years, 3 months, 3 weeks

Born: January 20th, 2011

Adopted: 10 years, 10 months, 2 days ago

Adopted: July 9th, 2013

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


Don't assume that, because I'm telling you this story, I am alive.
In this world, it seems no one is alive anymore, me least of all. Raccoon City was overrun by zombies in 1998, and God knows where the rest of the world is right now -- probably as dead as I am.
Admittedly, I'd probably still be dead if I hadn't run off every time something scary happened. But I would have liked to have gone down a hero; not a coward.
When we were called to the Arklaay Mountains to recover Bravo Team, I knew something was up. It wasn't your typical MIA... So when I saw Joe being killed, I ran. I high-tailed it back to the chopper and lifted off. I felt horrible, so I flew back towards where I'd landed in the first place and tried a million times to make contact with my unit, but I never heard anything.
After hours of searching, I finally found Chris, Jill, Rebecca and Barry, tailed by a Tyrant. I had to redeem myself...
As soon as we took off, I planted a rocket in the son of a bitch, and we flew off into the fuckin' sunset.

It didn't take long for Umbrella to decide I wasn't needed anymore, and they 'advised' Chief Irons to fire me. They were right, though. I was useless.
I don't know what I'd planned to do after that; being a member of S.T.A.R.S. was my life. I really wish I had left sooner, but I didn't want to run anymore. I was going to stay in the town and fight this menace. My house was stocked with guns and MREs. So I packed up and decided to scope the city out, but someone was following me.... No, something was following me. I can't say for sure how I knew; I never saw it until it was too late. But I could feel it.
I spent several days hiding out, picking zombies off as they came, looking for someone, anyone, that was still alive.

I happened across Bar Jack and holed up there for a day or so, keeping quiet, minding my own business until a group of zombies ran through the door. I tried to hide under the bar, but they found me. My gun was on the other side of the bar, on the floor. I leaped over the bar and grabbed it, taking aim, when Jill came in. Her entrance distracted me, so I didn't notice the zombie that leaned in and took a big bite out of me.
Knowing that I would endanger her if I tagged along, I just told her about my pursuer. I told her to be careful.. That there was something menacing about him, and I didn't want her to get hurt.
We said our goodbyes, and I resolved to sit down and shoot myself after she left. But I couldn't... I tried and cried and tried some more.
After a short while, I went back to the Police station. Just as I was about to walk in the front door, I heard a thud and turned around and saw Jill again. By then, the Virus had settled in pretty well, so I can imagine how horrible I looked, but she didn't look anything more than relieved to see me. You know, for the life of me, I cannot remember what I was going to say to her, but it was so important that I didn't look around before I ran forward. I only made it a couple steps before it came out of nowhere and grabbed me. It impaled me through my mouth with a tentacle.
It didn't take long, maybe moments after he killed me, for my body to reanimate and become a zombie. That, I do not remember. Just a darkness. A darkness that was very short-lived, and ended by Claire Redfield.

Story by Sheik

Pet Treasure


Pet Friends


Jack Krauser
Uhh... ok. -cowers-

Barry Burton
Barry, calm down man... -runs to the choppa-