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Post by Ms. Cleo on Aug 25, 2008 9:32:35 GMT
OOC: "I said 'be quiet!"" I heard in a rough, alarmed whisper. "There's another one of those tongue things in the front, too." I remember we all hunkered down in the bar area and caught glimpses of a skinless mass crawling upwards outside of the elevated window's boarded planks. Despite the drowning moans, it's as if all I could hear was that thing's light snarling, really vigilant for that one noise that a zombie don't make, that whimper or sneaking creak only a scared living being can do. With only 17 starving, exhausted survivors left, lightly armed and on the verge of losing their wills to stay breathing, me being one of the few holding something more powerful than a handgun or a lead pipe, another break in by a monster that can pierce a guy right through the gut with a tongue longer than a f*ckin' anaconda was the last thing our group needed, physically and psychologically.
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Post by Delacroix(Rei) on Aug 25, 2008 9:46:46 GMT
We walk double back with his decision to look for more survivors.
"I really do not understand why we have to rescue people, that is not my directive..." I say, turning the corner and finding a big hulking mass on top of a building.
"Is that the thing you were mentioning about?" I ask, pointing at it and drawing my pistol.
It turns to look at us.
"And may I suggest we fucking move?" I ask, as I grab his hand and we sprint towards a concrete barrier.
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Aug 25, 2008 9:53:01 GMT
OOC: That's you?
"Hey!" I grabbed this one drunk by the wrist before he could raise his bottle again and snatched the alcohol from his hand. "Stop drinking my vodka, make yourself useful, and pick up your bat in case something happens, okay?"
The thing didn't seem to notice us, and I thought as long as nothing happened to agitate it, we should all be fine for awhile.
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Post by Delacroix(Rei) on Aug 25, 2008 11:11:09 GMT
OOC: Asking Scorps Char.
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Post by Kan on Aug 25, 2008 11:58:56 GMT
OOC: Btw Nemmeh is looks DOWN on you from the rooftops, not on the corner of some street, thats just not any fun at all then.
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The large creature opens fire with his rocket launcher, the two having barely been missed, stoen rubble and steel rain down onto the position they were standing.
The creature bends it's powerful legs and jumps down, landing onto the pavement with a loud thud and cracked streets.
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The licking creatures that were plaguing the students seem to look up and away from their potential prey, as if hearing something from far off.
All at once they begin to climb down and head across the city, as if drawn by the screeches they were hearing.
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The drunk beams with success as he finishes all the repairs he can on the tram car, now all he needed to do was wait.
The two drunks outside the car however were fighting over the last bottle of whiskey one of them found in the truck.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tom ~~~~~~~
"Hey Kendo, mind letting us borrow some ammo and magazine?" I ask th eolder man, who was still glaring at me.
"Grrr, fine, but only because it looks like you saves Trent's life, fine take the ammo, it's not like what your takin is stuff I can use." he says gruffly, before I lay my weapon down and start getting to work.
"So where are you two heading?" he asks, "Clocktower, gotta find another way than the Tram though, it's broken" I say back while Trent is eating very loudly behind the corner.
Kendo laughs, "Then your stuck, all the other routes have been either used and messed up by your kind, or the various crap going on in this city, that Trams your only way"
"Sh*t"
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Post by Delacroix(Rei) on Aug 25, 2008 12:07:00 GMT
OOC: I am fighting with nemesis now.
As soon as the rocket impacts with the stone, I run out into the open using the smoke from the rocket explosion as smoke cover and I charge the Nemesis (Yes, I know what it is because I work for Umbrella) aiming for the shoulder and left arm holding the rocket launcher.
The rocket falls to the ground and the bullets actually start making him recoil.
All of a sudden my gun clicks signifying it being empty.
"Shit..." I say as his tentacles start to come out.
"Alright, if it's a fight you want, I suppose I will have to give you one." I say.
OOC: Do not Kill me.
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Post by Kan on Aug 25, 2008 12:19:51 GMT
OOC: I won't just remember, no super human junk. IC:
The creature breaths out hard, another person listed to his target files. It raises it's hands and shoots the tentacles out at the women, grabbing her by the chest. It pulls her in and then throws her back behind itself, releasing her before impact with the ground below her.
The women hits the ground hard, maybe even has broken a few ribs, but it's nothing some first aid can not fix.
The thing advances on her, taking a moment to withdraw it's tentacles.
"U.B.C.S"
OOC: Nothing personal here Rei, I plan on giving everyone else who encounters nemmeh the same treatment, scorp just happened to run into him the time I planned for nemmeh to follow.
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Post by Scorpio on Aug 25, 2008 12:22:35 GMT
ooc: I'm a victim of coicumstance.
ic: Remo leapt onto the things back grabbing the protruding purple veins as leverage. One of the weaker ones ripped loose spraying purple liquid around.
"That is just sick."
Still holding the loose vein, Remo pointed it at nemesis eye trying to blind him.
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Post by Delacroix(Rei) on Aug 25, 2008 12:26:22 GMT
I thank the heavens for whoever made our suits.
"What you fail to realize Nemesis, is that I am not your average target." I say, grinning as I flip myself to my feet and I quickly reload my gun and I fire at the legs, lowering it's mobility.
"Access file GDSR 19-85-202 and redesignate my threat file." I tell it, opening my suit jacket and pulling out a Micro Uzi.
I grin as it processes.
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Post by Kan on Aug 25, 2008 12:27:58 GMT
The creature roars loudly and flails it's arms, one of them making a unlucky strike, to Remo, on his attacker, sending him to the ground, hard.
The thing shakes it's head and tries to clear it's vision, momentarily forgetting it was in a fight.
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Post by Delacroix(Rei) on Aug 25, 2008 12:50:58 GMT
The creature roars loudly and flails it's arms, one of them making a unlucky strike, to Remo, on his attacker, sending him to the ground, hard. The thing shakes it's head and tries to clear it's vision, momentarily forgetting it was in a fight. OOC: NO REI I TOLD YOU DAMNIT! No suits at ALL! And I gtg to work, I will finish this later. And again...NO suits! It's a Normal buissiness suit with just very soft leather and wool for cushioning. >_>
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Aug 25, 2008 19:35:56 GMT
The creature *seemed* to have wandered off as we were all pretty sure we could stop hearing it's snarling, and the rear sentries added to that idea when they told us the one in the back chased after still living dog running across the street. We were just planning to send a party out to forage for food until the tongue things came back, but since now they were most likely gone, we could continue the little suicide mission.
We got the volunteers first, which were just two, then voted on the biggest, strongest, bravest-looking f*ckers and made them draw straws.
You did not volunteer?
HELL naw! Are you crazy? I wasn't, when we called it a suicide mission, we weren't joking! Look, I'm not a coward by any means, but I'm not f*ckin' superman either, okay? I've been known to do some crazy heroic sh*t in my life, but this whole outbreak situation was a little "different!" I've been told I'm in great physical shape and I'm even flexible and agile enough for intermediate free running -- WHICH I may add, is harder than it looks! -- and I'm decent with firearms, but after cheating death four times in freak situations that you should have died, you start to get a little bit cautious, you know? I was being smart, but the only reason I accepted the vote of who would be drawing straws -- you actually had the option to refuse, though it tends to make the others look at you with a lotta ridicule -- cause everyone else was starving and needed medicine and stuff.
I actually ate heftily the day before meeting up with these guys at an abandoned Chinese food restaurant, so I was good for a week.
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Post by Kan on Aug 25, 2008 20:46:35 GMT
OOC:
Alright Scorp cleared this up.
But Rei you should talk to me before you do stuff like that, or atleast explain what you are doing in character.
Show me atleast that much respect.
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The creature does not stop, nor will it ever stop, that bonk on the head during his encounter with Tom screwed up it's programming a bit to say the least.
The creature instead sprints at the women and knocks the weapon in her hand aside, and slamming it's launcher across her side, sending her into a car's side, a few more ribs broken it would seem, just like it was beginning to seem the creature was toying with these two.
The thing turns and glares at the man, raising it's launcher and getting ready to fire.
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Post by Scorpio on Aug 25, 2008 21:24:18 GMT
ooc: Okay Kan, calm yourself, she was talking to nemesis WHILST reaching into her jacket for her gun. I'm sure umbrella staff have some kind of code to stop nemesis tearing them apart, but since Rei's character got into their bad books the one she was using won't work anyway, but it was justified in character.
ic: Remo picked himself up and drew his weapon, seemed to be a standoff with nemesis, though that guy outgunned him, if Remo stayed at this distance he was a dead man.
"Okay, plan B."
Diving forward and dropping his shotgun he scooped up two pieces of rubble and closed the distance between them.
"Hey big-un!"
He swung with the first rock cracking it over his head. Then started working him around the jaw with the second piece. Slowly working him back whilst he was still recovering his vision from the fragments he'd caught in the face.
"You! Don't! Cheap! Shot! Kyle! Remo!"
On the last word he jammed the rock into the barrel of the launcher and dashed back to his shotgun, aiming it in case this plan backfired.
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Post by Kan on Aug 25, 2008 21:44:47 GMT
The thing roars and fires, not realizing the rock jammed in the launcher, normally this wouldn't matter with a firearm, but the missiles were explode on impact missiles. As a result of that the rocket explodes as it impacts the rock jammed infront of it.
The whole rocket launcher explodes, taking the other 4 rockets with it, a small sun coming to life for one split second, and the creature's smoking form slamming into the building it had just been standing on, looking down at the two.
Another object flies the opposite direction as the creature, a white pack, with three circular bits to it, as if it would hold three spray can like objects.
The clean white pack lands infront of Remo, it's top popping open and revealing three spray cans.
OOC:
These are First Aid sprays, they will remove any pain and possible infections and junk from your broken ribs and such, but will not mend the bones, so wrapping is still suggested.
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Aug 25, 2008 23:11:01 GMT
So tell me what happened after you drew the long straw.
You knew that?
Please, continue.
...Well, anyways. Yeah, I never got those short straws, BIG ass relief that was! Felt like strippin' down to my skivvies and dancing some Michael Jackson routine on the counter or whatever. Anywho, it was a couple of fellow students and this cool janitor guy named Morty who used to work for a supermarket on the east side of town, an old man by any standard but I think he was in better shape than I was. Well I gave Morty my shotgun and the others were given firearms to replace their hand-to-hand pieces of sh*t and they snuck out the back fire escape on the third floor of the building.
We kept contact with them through a couple of walkie-talkies, and they set off down the street to a neighborhood corner store they knew. It sucked I lost my boomstick, you know...but hell, he needed it more than I did!
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Post by Captain Obvious on Aug 25, 2008 23:30:55 GMT
OOC: No pressure Kan, but I was kinda wanting you to make the post in the Raccoon times building. I don't want to say something that messes with the direction you wanted this to go in.
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Post by Kan on Aug 26, 2008 0:07:20 GMT
OOC: Ok, but I doubt you could mess it up.
IC:
The group manages to make it up the staircase with no more incidents, making it to the supply closet. The Newsman drunk manages to find a good couple types of fuses, 5 at least as he pockets the hand full.
"We can get down with the fire escape, then it's a clear run to the station" He says, getting ready to climb out.
OOC: You got a clear run dude, just the normal zombies, so go ahead and head ot the tram station.
Everyone else, sort your stuff, I hope to be moving the tram within the next page.
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Post by Captain Obvious on Aug 26, 2008 0:30:17 GMT
"Lets get the fu** out of here!" Gordon says as they start running down the fire escape. He was second to the news drunk, and helped him unlatch the ladder so they could climb down. From there is was smooth sailing, the usual zombie trek.
The now even smaller groups continued through the rotting, zombie infested streets.
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Post by Scorpio on Aug 26, 2008 0:38:06 GMT
Remo grabbed the box of sprays and used one to patch himself up, before tearing the sleeve off his jacket for a makeshift bandage. He gathered his gear and checked up on Miss Black.
"Hey, you wounded? That thing dropped some medicine we could use."
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Post by Oct-taku on Aug 26, 2008 1:12:10 GMT
Finally finished with his Sammich, Trent loaded up on anything useful. Mostly bullets.
"Thanks asgain, Rob. You probably saved my life with that sandwich." he muttered.
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Aug 26, 2008 1:37:06 GMT
After an hour without being able to establish any radio contact with the scavenger party, some in the group started getting concerned, particularly this one girl who was really worried about her boyfriend, one of the students that volunteered. She kept moping, as if she knew he died somehow. Well he did, but we're not there yet.
She kept trying the radio, kept calling for her "Roger, baby, Roger" but thankfully in a light voice and with low volume on the walkie-talkie. The rest of us felt so bad that we just kept our distance from that corner of the room, looking away and trying to look like we're minding our own business.
Then that's when it happened. I heard her curse and say the battery was dead, but I kept looking outside the window through the cracks. She must have seen that little shoulder radio thing on my cop uniform, the thing I didn't even notice cause it had been off the entire time since I stole the suit, and quickly walked right up to me as I was busy looking as outside the window.
She grabbed my shoulder which surprised me and ripped off the device from it's strap thingy. I tried to stop her because I didn't know how loud the thing would be, but she switched it on. I don't even know if police radios had access to different frequencies besides the cop one, but I doubt she even thought of that cause the first thing that came through the vox was a scream and frantic plea for backup at the police station.
It was so f*ckin' loud, and I all I could do was look at her, and she must have thought the same thing cause she looked right back up at me with an "Oh-shit" look. Next thing we all knew, the boards and window shattered and she was pulled outside and upwards towards the roof, her screeching all the way. Must have been the tongue thing.
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Post by Delacroix(Rei) on Aug 26, 2008 7:39:55 GMT
I pull myself off the the car and land on the hard pavement.
"Yeah..." I say, holding my stomach and opening my jacket and putting my Uzi inside.
"Give me one of those, and dress my wounds if you will." I say, sitting down.
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Post by Scorpio on Aug 26, 2008 11:28:17 GMT
"Okay, just relax a second."
He used a second spray on her torso wounds, before tearing off his other sleeve and using it as a bandage for her.
"Okay, 1, 2, 3."
He helped her stand up.
"Can you walk? The tram isn't too far from here."
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Post by Kan on Aug 26, 2008 21:51:26 GMT
A good ten or so minutes had passes as the two patched themselves up, long enough for the creature to begin to wake, it's body trembling slightly.
The two notice this and make haste, heading towards the Tram station.
As the duo makes it a couple blocks away the creature stumbles up, still slightly dazed, and decides to continue it's primary goal.
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The group makes it to the Tram station faster that it took them to leave, and they happen to see the two drunks fighting over the last bottle, and a small group of zombies stumbling their way, nothing big though, a few good shots will bring them down.
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"Alright, come on Trent, lets go, Hey, uh......Rob, you want to come with us?" I ask before leaving.
"No I'm just gonna stick it out, good luck" He says before both me and Trent leave, both of of climbing onto the fire escape and onto the room.
I look to Trent, "It's gonna be faster if we jump the buildings, I hope you can jump " I say before climbing onto the roof, making sure it was clear and hold my hand down, offering to help Trent up.
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Post by Captain Obvious on Aug 26, 2008 22:32:41 GMT
"Jesus, you guys are seriously drinking again? This is ridiculous!" Gordon said to the two drunks as they fought over a jug of something or other.
"We've got the stuff, let's head on up to the station." He said, sighing. The two drunks looked at each other happily, then started stumbling towards the steps. The news drunk handed him the last reloaded clip, which Gordon then used to take down the ghouls stumbling towards him. He calmly walked up and, ignoring their hungry moans, shot them each once in the head and twice in the chest. The sharp crack of the rifle rebounded off the buildings surrounding the tram station, and Gordon sighed again. He felt no remorse for them, the Navy had taught him to have no empathy for the enemy.
He continued leading the group to the station, then waited at the bottom of the stairs until they all walked ahead of him.The two drunks were last, and Gordon caught the one with the bottle by the arm. "Lemme have a swig." He asked, almost commanded. The drunk looked longingly at the bottle before handing it to Gordon and walking slowly up the stairs.
He heard the survivors who had held the tram station start applauding, happy to finally be able to get the fu** out of this damned city. Gordon uncorked the bottle, sat on the steps, and raised it to his lips, taking a large swig. For a few second after drinking, he thought he would breathe fire if he opened his mouth. As the feeling subsided, Gordon held the bottle at arms length and looked at the thing with a newfound appreciation. He took one last gaze over the city, the rubble strewn streets filled with the moan of the damned. Flames licked in the distance, with greasy black smoke rising above.
"Probably a tanker going up." Gordon thought, taking another swig from the bottle. He took out another cigarette and made a ceremony of lighting it, it was one of his last.
"This is one fuck**ed up town."
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Post by Kan on Aug 27, 2008 2:15:01 GMT
The mechanic drunk thanks the men for the parts and begins working, "This might take awhile, have to fiddle with some things, 30 minutes, at the most" he says the the guy, before telling him to tell Gordon.
OOC: Roman CHILL with the headshots alright, no one's aim is that perfect, even my UBCS aims for the center of mass most of the time, it doesn't take a headshot to bring these guys down, just lead pumping will do it.
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Post by Captain Obvious on Aug 27, 2008 2:18:25 GMT
OOC: I feel like saying many things, but will hold my tongue. -_-
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Post by Griggs on Aug 27, 2008 3:09:40 GMT
Outside the Raccoon City Police Department...
Meat.
That was the singular thought in the mind of Jack Kreegan. Any Umbrella scientist working on the project would have told you any coherent thought would be a miracle, but it really wasn't. That was just what one of the random firing neurons in Jack's decaying brain associated with the sight before him.
In front of him was a large, ornate looking building. Barricades were abound all over it to keep out the encroaching hordes of undead. On the roof, Jack could see figures walking around, and every now and then one would take a shot at the zombies below if they were making too much progress in entering the precinct. It was them Jack was interested in, not the building. He stupidly raised his hands towards them, in an effort to grab them so he could devour them. It was an exercise in futility.
Defeated, Jack looked around for other targets. All he could see were his brethren, attempting to storm the gates. Somehow, Jack made the connection that they would not make very good meals. He shambled along the side of the building, tripping and stumbling in search of a way to sate his ravenous hunger.
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Post by Oct-taku on Aug 28, 2008 9:44:53 GMT
Trent grabbed the offered hand and climbed up onto the roof.
"Good idea. I might reccommened the sewers for travel, but something tells me that'd be a bad idea." he said, pulling back the slide on his handgun.
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