Resident Evil 2/3 RP

[Scorpio]

A few zombies staggerd into the alley, smelling meat, one of them pawwed through a pile of garbage.

BAM BAM!

Two beretta rounds knocked it back as Remo recovered from his earlier fall. Standing up and pointing his gun at the others.

"Not today."

He fired into the crowd whilst walking back, reloading to finish off the other three.

"fssssshhh....evacuation...kessss"

One of the zombies wore a radio on his belt. Remo picked it up and tried to tune it.

"St....Clock tower....fssssh....chopper pick up...move to trams."

"Say again. Message unclear...uh, over?"

"Get to tram stati......"

Well, that was good enough. He clipped the radio onto his belt and stepped out onto the main street. Running towards the tram station.

[Kan]

I notice te pistol in the man's hand and recognize its caliber. "What the hell was that thing doing with a Eagle?" I ask aloud, using the gun's nickname which comes from it's competition use for marksmenship challenges. I even used one in the Marines. I hold up my hand, "Hey wait a second, I have some extra ammo here" I say as I grab a full box of ammo (30 rounds or two magazine loads) , it wasn't a magazine but it was better than nothing, and hold it out to Trent.

After he takes it I reload my rifle again and view my last three magazines, I will need to restck soon. "What the hell was that anyway?" I ask Trent, when behind us a piece of debris falls of the pile and onto the pavement, the pile moving just slightly.

I turn and look, horrified, that thing wasn't dead yet?! "Come on lets get the hell out here" I say before jogging away from the pile of steel and stone, which by now has begun moving more than just a bit.


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As the two men make it a good block away the rubble seems to explode away from the creature, a low and angry roar emmiting from the thing as it steps out of what was left of the debris on the ground. The creature sets a image of the other man in his mind, and classifies it as a interloper and a secondary target. Mean while the inhibitor in it's brain sparks just a bit, a malfunction. The programming halting primitive emotions, such as anger and rage, shuts down.

The creature walks towards the end of the alley and into the street, to continue the hunt, to find it's target, but first it must head to a predetermened supply zone.

"U.B.C.S"

OOC: Alright, the next time anyone encounters Nemmeh he WILL be armed with his rocket launcher.

[Captain Obvious]

Gordon was marking off another blocked road on his map of Raccoon when he heard the radio start chattering.All the channels were jammed, probably by the military, but for some reason the transmission got through.

Move to... acuation...if you... chopper...

tower...m station.

Gordon drops the map and grabbed the radio, holding down the transmit button and saying "Say again, where are the evacuation sites? Over." Nothing answered him but static. "Damnit!" He yelled, slamming his hands against the wheel.

"They said tower, maybe they meant the clocktower.The courtyard is big enough for a chopper.Hmm... what could station mean? The police station had a helipad on the roof, but they might have meant the tram station." Gordon thought as he sat behind the wheel.

"The PD is probably overrun though, haven't seen a cop or a chopper since this started.Maybe they meant if we missed one of the evacs we could move to the other.Tram station it is, then." He muttered, picking up his map and studying it. He had gotten used to the sounds of the dead.Their longing moans and the scratching sounds their nails made against the glass if he stopped for too long.

Gordon rubbed his temples.He was starting to get a headache from all this driving and shooting.Not so much the shooting, the back of the truck was closed enough so that only those inside out creatures could crawl through.The drunkards from the sports bar and the sober guys from the second kept guard with shotguns.

The truck could probably carry three or four more people if everyone squished together, but Gordon wasn't looking forward too it.Finding a route using the map wasn't very hard, but it would probably take about a half hour to get there.Give or take fifteen minutes if they ran into trouble or got more survivors.

Gordon lit another cigarette, blew a smoke ring, and started driving to the Tram Station.

OOC: And Cleon, you decide if your guys were in the second bar.

[Oct-taku]

"Hmm. Thanks.

"Dunno what it is. The grenades I made seemed to work at least a little. At any rate, I'll need some more soda and black powder. The latter I have. Food's another issue."

[Griggs]

The truck lurched forward, and Abe damn near fell on his face from the combined g's and alcohol. He sat back again, leaned his gun on his shoulder, and opened a whiskey bottle, taking a quick swig before offering it to a pistol-armed man from the second bar. He obliged wearily, taking a deep swallow and handing it back. Abe capped it and shoved it in his front pocket.

Clump!

from above him. He looked up, face to face with one of those slimy naked buggers. It had no eyes, he noticed, before he grabbed his gun and fired as fast as he could in the direction of the tongue-creature. The first 5 went wide in a line, but before reaching it's endpoint the line passed through the thing's head. Call it point B on line A-C. In any case, the 30.06 entered, exited, and kept flying until it impacted 2 miles away on a rocky hillside. The licker, meanwhile, it's primary thought center neutralized, slumped forward into the bed much to the surprise of the bar-goers occupying it. Expletives were shouted.

[Captain Obvious]

Gordon heard more gunshots from the back.An entire clip of what was probably the M-14.

A stream of words that will not be printed here were yelled. "Anybody hurt?" Gordon yelled, maneuvering around a crashed taxi."Nope, good shot'en tho' Abe." A voice replied. Gordon heard happy yells.

"Seriously, you guys need to cut down on that stuff.It WILL get you killed if your not sober enough to run or aim right."Gordon called back."Like I said a while back, make some molotovs out of the stuff.Remember, clear glass breaks easier and it has to be over 80 proof." He added.

Gordon smiled and kept driving.

[Kan]

I walk slow enough for Trent to get beside me, after a brief course on pistol handling he was now holding it close to how it should be. I spot a gun shop in the distance, could be a good place to resupply. I pull Trent aside after looking around for infected.

"Alright, you see the Gunshop over there? We'll head over there, take a breather and resupply, take time to plot a route to the clocktower" I saw pointing to the shop, with a sign dimly glowing "Kendo's gun shop".

[Captain Obvious]

OOC:

[Kan]

OOC: what?

[Captain Obvious]

OOC: Kendo gun shop

[Kan]

OOC: Ok so I messed the name up a lil, lets get back to rping, no more OOC in this rp for a while now, take it to the RPFAQ.

[Oct-taku]

"Hmm. Used to play pool with his brother." Trent said.

No further explanation was given.

[Captain Obvious]

Gordon threw his cigarette butt out the window of the garbage truck.He had managed to get to the tram station without crashing the truck, though he only had a half a tank of gas left.Gordon's map was almost complete, except for the outskirts of the city, which remained unmarked.

"Were here! Get your guns, get your supplies, and get the fu** out!" Gordon yelled back to the survivors in the rear of the truck. He tucked his sawn off shotgun into his belt and grabbed his CAR-15.Gordon opened the door, slamming it in the face of a ghoul trying to get in.Before he jumped out, he decided to take the keys too.

As his feet hit the ground his rifle hit his shoulder.Gordon put down the zeds close to the truck with his first clip.You had to hit them straight in the head, if the bullet skirted around the sides of the ghouls head or brain they usually didn't go down.Gordon only managed about eight out of every ten shots.

Having been counting his shots, Gordon yelled"Reloading!" before grabbing a spare clip from his SWAT BDU, slamming it into the receiver, chambering the first round and firing again.The guys from the back were shooting too, and it looked like they formed a line.Two guys with shotguns were up front, followed by the guys with rifles and pistols.

"Hold your fire! Just dodge em until we get up onto the station." Gordon yelled while waving them ahead.

The ragtag group of survivors advanced towards the stairs that lead to the station, dodging ghouls and putting down the ones that got too close.

[Griggs]

Abe cursed when the truck stopped and jumped out, stumbling as he landed. There were zeds all around, big, small, young, old, and all dead. He popped off a few shots before stumbling along with the rest of the group. Only a few of them were sober, and the ones who weren't had a hard time keeping up. One of them tripped, a youngish guy with a leather jacket and a cut-down shotgun. Abe grabbed his and hoisted him up, in time to keep the zombies off him but not of his jacket. It pulled right off, leaving a very confused zombie without a meal.

[Captain Obvious]

"GO GO GO!" Gordon yelled at the drunkards, urging them on.

He took a knee and used his pistol to clear the way to the tram stairs before holstering it and taking his CAR out again.Gordon ran back to the group, seeing a drunk man fall and be helped up by another.He aimed down the iron sights and hit the zombie behind them with two rounds in the face.

Hearing a moan at his back, Gordon spun and fired by reflex.The three round burst took off the mans jaw and hit him in the neck, severing his spinal cord and paralyzing it.He scanned the area and noticed they were beginning to noticeably thin out the ghouls.The survivors from the first bar seemed to be in bad shape, stumbling and shooting wildly.Gordon killed a ex-UCBS soldier by executing him with his pistol and commandeered his Glock and magazines.

He tossed the pistol to the man who was helping a drunkard stagger towards the tram station, as he couldn't use his rifle against the ghouls behind them.

[Kan]

I nod, "Alright, now you need to know this, the Tram is out, I was their yesterday, nearly lost my life, most of the controls have been ripped out or damaged" I say before jogging towards the shop, keeping my eye out for that creature that attacked us.

We make it to the store with out much incident, save a close call with one of the infected, a child, thats why I didn't see it before, it was small. Making it to the front store door I find it surprisingly intact. I open the door and find a shotgun point at my face.

[Griggs]

Abe slipped his rifle over his shoulder and took the pistol.

"Thanksh, buddeh, I owe ya one!"

Using it, he turned and shot the closest zed to him in the forehead, freeing the group up a little. He was sobering up a bit, his liver must have been working overtime.

[Captain Obvious]

OOC: low blow...

Gordon put his left foot on the stairs leading to the Tram platform and covered the rest of the survivors.They starting slowly walking up, it seemed they had begun to sober up.The area was mostly clear, but Gordon still caught a man by the arm and told him to wait by the truck and lookout for anything.He pointed to the drunkard behind him and motioned for him to do the same.

The two men grumbled a bit, but began a slow trot back to the truck. "Alright. I'll go and see if I can get the tram running again.The nuclear power station should still be going, automated systems will keep it going even if everyone there is dead.You all stay and guard the tram, if you have long range weapons then cover the truck through the windows." Gordon said to the group as they reached the top of the stairs.

He ran in the other direction, towards the front of a train that was sitting in the station.There didn't seem to be any ghouls or inside outers inside, but Gordon stayed wary.He reached a door and jumped in, quickly scanning left and right for targets.He found none, so he walked towards the front of the tram.As he pulled the door to the cabin open Gordon's heart sank.

Some a$$hole had torn up the controls.A light still blared green, showing that the track was still electrified, but there was no way this tram was going anywhere.Gordon stared at the damage for a second, then smashed fist into the wall, yelling in anger.

He started jogging back to the survivors.It looks like they would have to see if the clocktower evac site was still viable.His map was in his front pocket, but he wanted to get back to the truck before looking at it.Whoever had sabotaged the train could still be around, and it looked like it was either a crazy human or some other kind of mutated infected person.

Gordon walked back to the group and waved the towards him.

"Somebody sabotaged the tram.We have three choices, we can either go to the clocktower and see if the chopper will pick us up there, we can walk along the tram tracks and try to fight our way through whatever blockade is out there, those soldiers will probably shoot first and ask questions later, or we can go to the PD, fortify it, and try to hold out until the government sends in the Guard or Umbrella sends in more troops to reinforce the guys they have here.Let's vote."

[Kan]

A drunkard raises his hand, Hiccuping through his words, "I am a mechanic, might be able to fix it if I know what's wrong with it". The man scratches his head before standing up, ignoring what ever the man had to say, shoving past him into the control car. The man kneels at the damaged panel and seems to study it, a drunken belch escaping from his mouth. After a few minutes he stands up and goes back.


"It's not that bad, I can fix it" he says drunkenly, scratching his beer belly, his face thoughtful. "I just need some parts, I can get some parts from the truck, but there are a few things I need that I can't get from the truck."

"I can use the truck's battery for the tram, and a few other parts, cables and such, but.... I need a fuse some machine oil and some fuel." He says counting off the parts on his figures.

Another drunkard speaks up, this one more sober, "I know where we could get the fuel and oil, the gas station I work at isn't that far from here, it's within walking distance." He nods before another, fully sober speaks up.

This drunkard seems more professional in appearance, his sober face business and serious. "The Raccoon Times offices have some extra fuses for our printers, they might work with the tram. It's pretty close to if I remember right, just through the fountain park and past the cemetery."

The men look at each other, and then at Gordon.

[Captain Obvious]

"Alright, that'll work.You three come with me." Gordon said, pointing at the three drunks who spoke up."We'll take the truck and pick up the supplies, drive it back here, then cannibalize it for all the parts we can get."He added.

"The rest of you guys stay here, make sure none of the infected come up the stairs, and make damn sure you don't get blind sighted by those inside out things.If you have to piss, don't do it on the track.You will get electrified and die.Let's go!" Gordon added, walking down the stairs and jogging to the truck.

The two guys were still guarding it, so Gordon motioned for them to hop in the back."Let them in on the plan, and so help me God, if any of you drink more while your back there I will shove my boot so far up your ass you'll choke on it." Gordon said, hopping into the truck and putting the keys in the ignition.He waited until they tapped the metal separating the cabin from the back, then started up the truck, opened his map, and headed towards the gas station.

Gordon had seen it on the way in, it wasn't more than a quick walk away, but if the shooting had attracted any infected things he wanted to have the protection of the truck.

[Kan]

Suddenly a UBCS soldier comes running towards the tram area, nearly running into the truck as he looks back in fear, an explosion rocketing a nearby building, causing it to collapse and block one of the roads completely. He yells as loud as he can, "Get out of the truck!" as a large figure comes through the dust and rubble, hefting a impossibly large rocket launcher.

The Drunkards see this and run as it gets ready to fire, the soldier opens the cabin and rips Gordon out, yelling, "Run now!" before hitting the gas and turning towards the figure, who misses with the second rocket, hitting another building. The UBCS soldier, a south American, screams in fury as he slams on the gas pedal and speeds towards the creature as it fires it's third rocket, striking the cabin, killing the man, but leaving the engine intact. The truck flips onto it's side, grinding to a stop before hitting the creature.

The creature looks at the men, who surprisingly had not fired on it yet, and turns away, ignoring them, walking back the way it came, dropping the over sized launcher.

Through the dust now settling from the skirmish the area looks like a warzone, the truck undriveable, but serviceable, it's parts planned for use still intact, a stroke of true luck. A few of the men raise their weapons as the creature stomps away, but another one yells, "Wait, let it go!" Figuring it would attack if attacked by them.

It looks like the group will be walking now, even if the truck was still usable, the road to the station blocked.

[Captain Obvious]

"WHAT THE FU** JUST HAPPENED?!" Gordon screamed."WHAT.THE.FU** WAS THAT?!

Gordon sat on the ground and lit a cigarette."This is BULLSH**!" He thought to himself, taking in a lungful of smoke."I guess we're walking" one of the drunkards said.Gordon closed his eyes and concentrated on not killing everything in a ten block radius.He breathed deeply, finishing his cigarette quickly and letting it fall to the ground at his side.

"Alright.I still have my map, but whoever that random a$$hole was took out all of our potential molotovs, and our transport.Lets get to that gas station before a satellite falls out of the sky and kills us or something." Gordon said, rallying everyone around him.

They started walking towards the gas station, the worker up front and Gordon right behind him.The rest of the men formed a line and watched left and right.

OOC: Kan, that was almost as epic as when Cleon killed himself with a sandwich.

[Kan]

OOC: How did you know about that............?

And thanks.

IC: Meanwhile the mechanic and a few other decide to start behind, getting the trucks parts. After the battle all entrances to the tram area were blocked, to the infected humans at least. So the men confidently struggle with the truck as the others head out.

One of the pistol armed men gets the back open to see the bottles busted, their contents spilling out, a single tear falls down the drunkard's face before he finds a intact bottle. He looks around, making sure no one is looking, and grabs it, putting the top to his mouth after he opens it.

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"Who are you!? What do you want?!" A rough gravelly voice shouts from behind the shotgun barrel. I let my rifle fall, it's sling keeping it around my neck as I raise my hands. All I can say at the moment is, "Don't shoot" yeh it's clichéd but thats all I could come up with.

The shotgun clicks, "Your human?" the man says before Trent walks up behind me. The man lowers the shotgun, his face questioning. "Trent?" he says surprised.

[Captain Obvious]

OOC: Oh... I've been around....

The now four man team continued to the gas station.It was back to walking in the middle of the street and killing any zeds who got too close for comfort.As they neared the gas station Gordon saw what appeared to be the creature from the black lagoon walking towards them.

Gordon held up his fist and took a knee.He had a few flash bangs in his BDU.He took one out, warned the group to look away, then threw it at the scaly, humpbacked creature.The grenade hit the thing in the head a second before exploding.The flash bang could be lethal at close range, and Gordon hoped to blow out it's eardrums and blind it with that throw.

The creature screeched and swung it's arms around in a blind rage.Gordon walked up slowly, keeping his rifle trained on it, before pressing the barrel almost in it's face and pulling the trigger.It stumbled back, blood squirting from the small wound in it's head."It must have a strengthened skeletal system." Gordon thought as he unloaded the clip of the CAR into the thing's face.

It looked like it was dead, but Gordon held his rifle in his left hand, pulled his pistol with his right, and fired two more shots into it's brain.He holstered the pistol, reloaded the CAR, and pocketed the empty clip."Come on, The gas station is just on the corner of this street." The worker said, pointing ahead.

The group continued on.

[Kan]

OOC: alright lets let Grigs catch up Roman.

[Captain Obvious]

OOC: Aye Aye

[Oct-taku]

"Heya Rob." Trent said. "You wouldn't happen to have a ham sandwich or something, would you?"

[Kan]

OOC: Alright Grigs yah need to post soon, you to Scorp.

IC:

Kendo looks a Trent for a moment, before shoving me and him into the store. He closes the door quickly and locks it. Inside there are still a few weapons and cases of ammo, a nice surprise at this point in the outbreak.

"No Ham but I got some turkey in a cooler behind the counter, bread too" He says to Trent. He then looks at me with anger in his eyes, "What do you want, Umbrella Scum?"

I shake my head, "Umbrella can go f*ck themselves buddy, I just want to get the hell out of this city alive."

[Delacroix(Rei)]

OOC: Wait wait wait, So since I'm wesker, I can't have his powers?

I would like to be him, but I'm gonna play him like I see him in the games and movies, In the shadows, is that okay Kan?

[Captain Obvious]

OOC: If that isn't godmodding, I don't know what is.