Trap in Raccoon City(open to all)

As Billy Bus Stop in to Raccoon City Billy did not know of the Zombie that rome the streets,one of the zombies broke the window of the drive Billy quickly Grab his Blacktail and shoot at the Zombie biting the Bus driver,Billy then shoot the Bus driver to make shure he did not Turn, Billy then kick the door open and started to run to a near by house shooting the zombies on the way thare,Billy then started to kick the door trying to open it "why wont this door open",billy keep on kicking the door trying to crack the lock for he can get in.

Leon Scott Kennedy, the special agent that now was in charge to guide the survivors of the north part of Raccoon City, was hidden on a nearby house, trying to rest a little before returning to his people. He was about to go out and run for his life, when he heard a strange noise comming from the first floor of the house. He had killed all the zombies on the bulding, then why there was that noise? Leon quickly grabbed his Red900 and went to the door that leaded to the stairs. He opened it, and he slowly walked down the stairs, until he arrived to the first floor. He walked left to the entrance door, that was being kicked or hit by something or someone. The door was about to break when Leon S. Kennedy suddenly opened the door and pointed to the man or creature that was at the other side. What he saw was a tall man, more or less like him, with a darl-blue hair and a blue shirt with him. The man was holding a weapon, but on this hard times on Raccoon city showed him that humans were the good guys and other creatures were the bad. When he thought about it, he noticed zombies behind the man, so he indmideatly grabbed the man, and pulled him into the house. Leon locked the door, and turned to the man.
Who are you, and what are you doing here?

Victor sprinted through the burning Raccoon Streets, trying to find a way to get to some shelter. The RPD Station if I'm lucky? Now where was it? Thought a lieutenant in the RPD Ranks, the now-burning and gore-filled streets of Raccoon seemed alien to him. "Where the hell am I going?" he muttered to himself, hoisting the rifle against his right shoulder. Suddenly, Victor thought he heard some talking. Faint, but sure, it was talking. Scanning around, he spotted the voices coming faintly from inside a house. Victor sprinted over, and tried the handle, even though he knew it would be locked. It was standard for survivors in a crisis like this. After seeing what had happened in the Spencer Estate, it wasn't long before Raccoon would be the same as well. Shoot the lock then. his mind suggested, but Victor hesitated. There was someone inside, that's for sure. But after a moment's worth of thought, he decided, to hell with it, under the circumstances, social graces would have to be suspended. But wasting ammo wasn't on his mind. Victor let the heel of his boot connect solidly to the door. It budged, but the lock didn't even loosen much. "Crap..." Victor cursed. Behind him, moans of the dead rose into his ear, and panic almost drove him to the edge. "HEY!" Victor shouted. "Anyone in there?!?"