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Novel written by S.D. Perry based one the game Resident Evil 1
Are you a true Resident Evil 1 fan? Then you should get this great novel. It's based on the game, even though some parts might appear different from the game to make the novel logical, but, it's still a wonderful book. To find this book, you can look up novel shops (some book stores do not sell the book). It costs about .90 Singapore Currency. Worth buying it because you have to read it several times to understand the story completely. So, what are you waiting for bookworms? Go and get the book!
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Cover Page
A huge picture file...Anyway, this book cover is based on the color blue. One the cover, it shows the ultimate bio-logical weapon Tyrant, a ruined zombie's face, a zombie dog drolling, the huge snake and on the bottom, Jill Valentine, Barry Burton and Chris Redfield.
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Some preview...
Wesker took a single step towards the slaughter in front of them-
-when all was around, deep, echoing howls filld the warm night air, shrill voices of predatorial fury coming at the S.T.A.R.S. from all directions.
"Back to the 'copter, now!" Wesker shouted.
Chris ran, Barry and Jill in front of him and Wesker bringing up the rear. The four of them sprinted through dark trees, unseen branches slapping at them as the howls grew louder, more insistent.
Wesker turned and fired blindly into the woods as they stumbled towards the waiting helicopter, its blades already spinning. Chris felt relief sweep through him; Brad must have heard the shots. They still had a chance...
Chris could hear the creatures behind them now, the sharp rustling of lean, muscilar bodies tearing through the trees. He could also see Brad's pale, wide-eyed face through the glass front of the 'copter, the reflected lights of the control panal casting a greensih glow around his panicked features. He was shouting something, but the roar of the engine drowned out everything now, the blast of wind churning the field into a rippling sea.
Another fifty feet, almost there-
Suddenly, the helicopter jerked into the air, accelerating wildly. Chris caught a final glimpse of Brad's face and could see the blind terror there, the unthinking panic that had gripped him as he clawed at the controls.
"No! Don't go!" Chris screamed, but the wobbling rails were already out of reach, the 'copter pitching forward and away from them through the thundering darkness.
They were going to die.
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