Rosetta
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Post by Rosetta on Sept 19, 2009 19:14:37 GMT -5
Al listened as Alex snapped out orders, and pretty much took command of the situation. She appeared to have done this before, and walked along side the passenger side, occasionally turning 180 degrees to check behind them, before walking forward again. He gave some thought about this file, and came up with a long shot idea. He called over to Alex, not looking at her but still watching as they walked the car forward.
"Alex, if this file is medical, you think a Hospital might have the original or a copy of it? Maybe we could find some Library, maybe search the remains of Umbrella here."
Al wasn't sure whether she had checked the hospital already, but it would have been worth a shot. He threw in Umbrella and a Library as more ideas, at best. The chopper caught his attention, and it immediately worried him. The napalming the Military were up to especially worried him, and he suspected tanks of the stuff dropped from choppers could do more then a bomber. He wasn't sure if choppers could drop tanks of the stuff, so he asked Alex, seeing as she knew more about this then he did.
"Ummm, can the Military drop tanks of Napalm from choppers? Because if they can, I would really like to get as far away from it as fast as possible..."
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Post by rezidentevilman on Sept 20, 2009 16:49:48 GMT -5
Rusty listened intently on Alex's words. He especially heard stuff about Umbrella. Wasn't that the pharmaceutical company? He thought to himself, temporarily losing track of what Alex was saying. When Alex picked up pace, he wondered about how Umbrella tied into everything.
Rusty then heard the man, Al, say something about the hospital. "I've been in the hospital before," Rusty said after Al finished talking. "Sorry to eavesdrop, but I couldn't help it. I can't really tell you much about it though... I had barely gotten here, and didn't know that zombies were around. Or 'Tongues'. I ran out not getting a good view of things. I think that'd be a good place to start, though. I have a degree in medical diagnosis, so perhaps my liking for medical stuff came from my dad. If so, maybe he did research in the hospital. A lab in the hospital perhaps?"
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Sept 21, 2009 11:52:23 GMT -5
Alex had relaxed, releiving her arms of constantly holding up her rifle; it was clear danger was far from a threat to them, and she had moved into a more casual walk pattern now while staring at the ground. Deep in thought, "I'm not sure," the chain formed physical words, "Before dispatching to Raccoon, I did a search for files in the state health and wellcare system. It claimed that 2501 had been documented there at the hostpital, but that it had moved and that it was no longer on record way back in 1997. Might be why people are looking for it because the lead to the original source is lost. Although I haven't actually gone to take a look at the hospital, mostly because of the reason I explained, but also due to time constraints," Alex looked up at the chopper, it was much smaller now. She took her PDA out and adressed it, 'It's changed course to Stoneville, that's odd...' then slipped it back into its assigned pouch.
"I ruled out public information centres as a source simply on the fact that it wouldn't be a public document," the past fifty or so feet Alex had been kicking a rock, amusing herself, eventually she stepped on it and crushed it under her foot, "The lead I was given had been of 2501 stored in the RPD evidence room, I guess whoever had it was caught in a tussle where everyone bit the bullet and the police otherwise took possession of the file. Whether there are any copies is beyond me,"
An explosion erupted approimately a key South from them, the distance made it faint and the light didn't travel far, Alex tutted and shook her head, "I told them they'd run into problems..." she muffled a small laugh, recalling that it had been sexual descrimination leading to a veto against Alex's protest finding irony behind it, "There's no need to worry about aerial bombardment, this is specifically footwork; they need to make sure every inch of the inside of a building is torched,"
The checkpoint glimmered a little up ahead, Alex smiled and turned to look at Rusty and Risa, "Nearly there," she reassured while resting her 417 against her shoulder, "I'll check out the hospital after the evac run, the Eden Corp. Business building and Aerosys Labs are first on my agenda though. They're the last two places I can think of searching assides from every damn residence in this town,"
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Post by rezidentevilman on Sept 21, 2009 18:55:03 GMT -5
Risa nodded at Alex. They were almost at the checkpoint. Rusty was thinking to himself about all the stuff he had just recently learned. "So, Umbrella... They were behind all this? But... Their motto was like, to help people wasn't it? Why did... How did... You've probably said it many times over, but I'd still like to know. Who is involved in all this? I want to see if there's anything I can do to stop this madness. My family has been through a lot. Once we reach the checkpoint..." He stopped, thinking. He didn't want to ask, but he did anyways. "What are you going to do after we reach the checkpoint?" Risa was tending to the awakening J. She stopped abruptly when Rusty asked, apparently knowing what Rusty was headed toward.
J sat up and said, " How many zombies have you killed while I was sleeping? A lot I hope. They need to be dead, 'cuz they try to bite people and those Lickers, my dad calls 'em 'Tongues', they can kill people with their tongues, 'cuz one time, Daddy tried to help someone at a school, and she got killed, and Daddy got cut a lot, really bad on his arm so he needed stitches, and they ripped the roof of the car a little, well, a lot, and Barky one time, he got out of the car and was running and I ran after him and had to dodge the mean zombies and Daddy yelled at me 'cuz he didn't want me to get hurt and I'm sad 'cuz I wish this never happened. All these people are getting zombiefied, and I think we all will be soon unless there's somewhere actually safe. Are you guys, like, rescuers or something? Daddy likes to help people. Like the one girl at the school, 'cept she died. But he got hurt trying to help her so I like that Daddy likes to help people. He always tells me, 'J always remember that when things seem bad, they can only get better when someone helps in the littlest of ways.' I don't really know what that means though..... but, still, I think-"
"J, honey, you need to sleep some more, I promise I'll wake you when we get to the checkpoint. Barky looks tired too. It's been a long day." "OK Mommy....." J grumbled as he laid back down to rest. Rusty hadn't known that J saw the girl get killed. He thought he was far enough away when that unfortunate event happened. And when he had gotten back in, J asked where the lady was... Maybe to lead Rusty to believe that he hadn't seen anything and prevent Rusty from regretting trying to help in the first place? Of course! J liked Rusty to help people, he had said so... Rusty was very proud of his son, he had passed his intelligence on. He could only hope J would live long enough to have children of his own. Maybe it was about time for J to learn how to shoot. Risa was pretty good with guns, she had told Rusty 'I'm not going to be the weaker spouse because I don't know how to shoot. I'm going to learn how to shoot just like you!' Rusty was very proud of her when she took an interest in guns. They had always fascinated him. Rusty then realized he had asked some questions, J too, so he waited patiently, feeling a bit sorry for asking so many questions, but maybe it'd help him help them somehow.
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Rosetta
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Post by Rosetta on Sept 21, 2009 19:29:35 GMT -5
Al was about to try to answer Rusty's questions when the kid, J, went on his mini-speech. He didn't let it show, but hearing of the story of another survivor, a small girl at that, being killed saddened him. Umbrella really screwed up big time with the release of the undead. Oh, they were not trying to, but they did, and them having been developing it was bad enough. Once the kid was quiet, he tried to answer Rusty's questions as best he could, although Alex was probably more knowledgeable about the details.
"Well, as I understand it, Umbrella was two faced. You have the Help the world and everyone on it face, then the make as much money as possible face. Publicly, it was the help the world face. In reality, it was a make the money face they used more often. So they developed, if that's the word, the Lickers, Tongues is a good moniker, and things like it to sell to the highest bidder. Things went wrong, some T-virus got loose, thats the technical term if memory serves right, and BAM, all hell breaks loose. Racoon was unlucky in being the base of their research, so its hardest hit. It spreads, most times it does when it hits the fan, and the world his inflicted with a new plague. Alex, feel free to try to clarify that, its all I picked up after the initial outbreaks before I had to get rolling again."
Al took a breath after his somewhat long lecture. He holstered his shotgun, so he didn't have to cradle it in his arms. It wasn't as heavy as a rifle, but it still was a burden that he was happy to be relieved of. He hadn't really thought about what he would be doing after reaching the checkpoint. Although he suspected he wouldn't hang around, that much was certain. Warm Bed, relative security, and three meals a day? Sounded nice, but was too good to be true.
"Well, I won't be hanging around the checkpoint long. Wouldn't be right, don't ask me why I say that, it just feels too good to be true. I'll probably take up finding people and seeing what can be done to fix things. May help Alex find her file, if she needs the aid that is, considering she is a very competent person."
Al quieted down, staring off into ally ways and the like, and it was obvious he had said his piece for now. He was thinking now, why did the military aid seem too good to be true? Well, obviously it seemed too easy. The military would probably disarm him to keep incidents from happening, and then they would loose control and die. He would be unarmed in a hostile zone again, and without the benefit of even a sidearm. It may be a pessimist thought, but he saw it as valid. That, and becoming reliant on others, rubbed him the wrong way.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Sept 22, 2009 13:21:20 GMT -5
Alex slowed to J's window and brought herself to his level, "We killed, like, a hundred zombies!" she remarked with a friendly grin, then squinted and pursed her lips to one side, "Okay, that was a lie, but we did kill a lot," Alex smiled and typified the expression of a content anime character, winked, and headed back up ahead of the stationwagon. They'd began to cross a bridge that spanned across the small piece of Raccoon metro orange line, Alex broke off to have a look over the side and check the surroundings below. It was bare, the remnants of a powerless train could be seen sticking out one of the tunnels leading back under the city, but otherwise that was it. She rejoined the group.
"Alex, feel free to try to clarify that,"
"Hmm?" she made a non-vocal sound of question, while being pulled into the conversation, "Oh, right. Ah, well the two face thing is the watered down version. Essentially, in a nut shell, one face was just a cover over another face mortifyingly illegal to even comprehend on human will," she began, trying to find a different way to explain it. Alex did this every time, considering the civilian types always seemed a little out of the loop, "Umbrella were creating Bio-Organic Weaponry to be used in Bio Warfare. With this being illegal as all hell they develop the cover of a pharmaceutical company, making it easier to bring in particular materials at the same time. Beyond that becomes a little sketchy considering I wasn't physically there to see it all unfold, but from what I've read on R.P.D. S.T.A.R.S. reports dating way back in 1998 talk of a founder behind Umbrella adressing his clearly wrecked physicological status,"
Alex glanced at J and Risa. They both seemed well brought up, their competence of dealing with... well, everything, was commendable. Risa appeared the type of natural strength, while J clearly took after Rusty. Considering how far in explaining a negative turning point in civilization could sink in, it was difficult to continue, "Um. From there I made up my own little conclusion with the help of other evidence. The first outbreak was carried around by rats in Raccoon City, slowly creeping around the globe. Now I'm going to guess it was deliberate. An accident of that magnitude doesn't happen. So there was clear conflict between people inside Umbrella," Alex had let her 417 lay across her stomach now, keeping her hands free for expression in her dialogue; she always found herself to be a little dramatic when it came to subjects such as this, "Umbrella were using human beings as a testing ground for experimentation, stuff like this can't be held in a jar for too long. Now, from the Arklay region report on what was found there, keeping a laboratory in a flora and fauna hell haven doesn't sound like the most practical idea as it could be the fuel to a catalyst. One which we are all situated in right now. This was planned, deliberately, from the beginning. It was hidden from the employees who believed they were developing Bio-Weapons for warfare, and after that hidden from the general public who believed they were receiving health pharmaceutical products," Alex wrapped up. She reflected back on her lecture, realizing that each time she explained it actually became a hell of a lot more elaborate.
"These zombies are a by-product. The Lickers though, a fan made piece of terminology, or Tongues as you prefer Rusty, weren't developed by Umbrella. They're instead a third stage of mutation from the natural course of the Tyrant Virus," Alex felt herself heating up, it was a little touchy considering how something manmade could cause so much damage, "That goes to show how much damage the virus can do without human support... moreover, Lickers are bottom of the barrel mutants. I garuantee you haven't seen the worst yet," she clenched her teeth, "I don't often see survivors escape the clutches of a Licker,"
Alex looked up at the sky, "This though, this is different. The second outbreak has supposedly been caused by terrorists, but the fact that it was so well placed in effect brings the theory that a terrorist cell was merely the front backed by a much greater group of individuals. Some think the remnants of Umbrella have returned to exact what they sought out for in the beginning, others think otherwise. Me? I try not to," Alex looked down to see the huge, grey, concrete wall of the checkpoint loom. Two soldiers had already gone topside to witness their approach.
"What are you going to do after we reach the checkpoint?" "May help Alex find her file, if she needs the aid that is,"
Two bits of dialogue stuck out like a sore thumb to her, Alex pulled on the corner of her mouth while creasing her brow slightly disgruntled. She turned to the survivors, adressing both Rusty and Al, taking a deep breath before speaking, "Okay. One specific rule I lay down to everyone who wants to help is that they aren't tagging unless they're geared, which neither of you have the support for. If you want to help then you're going to have to build the loadout before we take off, as great as a shotgun is against your typical zombie it isn't the most tactical decision when facing against something far greater than that. What I'm saying is I've had too many people follow me who've been killed simply because they didn't have the experience, I'm not prepared to let that kind of thing happen on a regular basis," She turned back around, pushing hair behind her right ear and looking to her immediate right without turning her head as if still adressing the two in an unorthodox manner, "'Less I'm offered better compensation for the caravan out of here then I'm just going to trawl on with my investigation. If you feel up to the challenge then I'm cool with the help, I can use all the help I can get, just address your equipment first. It's a standard I've developed, seeing lives lost isn't something I have in my personal job criteria. I like to keep it that way,"
The huge, wrought iron doors opened gradually to let Rusty's vehicle in. Alex flashed a small card she'd been given to indicate she was allowed weaponry within the complex, and that everyone else with her were eligible for the same status, "This place has filled quick... hmm," she looked over all of the vehicles lined up, "It looks as if the caravan will be leaving soon, the route to the outskirts is about a two and a half klick ride so you'd probably just get outside of the limits by dark. If you want in on this lot though you'll need to sign up quick, otherwise you might be staying here another night or two for another decent sized caravan to form," Alex explained to Risa, Al and Rusty, "I'll be by the quartermaster,"
Alex broke away again and headed for a minor tent at one end of the complex, crossing the lot and hearing the bustle of the place as some wanderers stopped in for a small meal while other survivors hunkered down to wait on the next caravan. The quartermaster noticed Alex, understanding she was definitely there for a reason, "Looks like you pulled in some stragglers, perfect timing too. 'Lot say the back of the pack is the safest point," he commented and dragged out a box from underneath the counter, starting to rummage through it and picking out coloured boxes.
"I wouldn't normally commend traveling in a line, but no one would listen to me on that... being a woman and all," she casually grabbed a box of 7.62x51mm box of rounds, pulling it open, "You aren't giving me dud cartridges are you?" she asked in a slightly threatening tone while blowing on one of them and assessing the case and hollow point, pulling the lead out to check the cordite powder in a couple.
The quartermaster made a hearty laugh, "What makes you think we're allowed to hand out busted bullets?" he asked rhetorically in reply, "If you're that finicky on it then go ahead and grab a mod of your choice, so long as it isn't on the lines of projectile ordnance," he continued and pointed to another tabel behind him. Alex stepped around and placed her 417 down on the bench, unfastening the HALO reflex sight across the top rail and fixing an EOTech reflex sight in its place; she switched foregrips too finding that her current one was low quality which she'd precured in the city, then made her selection of a laser sight which she slid on in front of the foregrip.
Alex picked the rifle back up and slung it over her shoulder, letting it hang from her back, "Thanks for the ammo," she said while shaking the couple of boxes in her hand and grabbing a couple of empty magazines to fill up.
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Rosetta
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Post by Rosetta on Sept 22, 2009 14:55:52 GMT -5
Al was hardly in any position to refuse heavier weaponry, although he would miss his shotgun a tad. It was that, it got you through so much feeling that you are betraying a trust. But it was minor, and he shrugged to no one in particular. He watched were Alex had went and wandered over, watching her field strip the weapon of its one scope and attach another. Alex really knew what she was doing. He waited until she had walked away from the Quartermaster and approached her, making sure she heard him coming.
"Alex, I'll tag along anyways, let's find me a bigger gun. I doubt an SMG would work, if a shotgun wouldn't, so directly to an assault rifle or carbine?"
While not an expert, he had an idea on what he could use. Al hadn't really looked at an SMG as a viable weapon, since the versions he came across were usually weak in power, and were not very accurate. The shotgun hit hard, and even if he missed it would send a zombie sprawling. Two barrels would probably have sent one of those Lickers sprawling, he hoped. Al was glad he didn't have to test it, and had only beaten a zombie or two with his wrench. It wouldn't hurt to replace it either, but it wasn't vital. If Alex was correct about the tougher BOW's, then he would definitely need a bigger gun.
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Post by rezidentevilman on Sept 22, 2009 18:20:28 GMT -5
They had entered the checkpoint. Rusty saw Alex go into the Quartermaster's tent and fix her equipment. She was pretty good and knew what she was doing. And about stronger weapons, Rusty hadn't known that there'd be powerful Bio- Organic Weapons, or B.O.W.'s he decided to shorten. Al went up to her, apparently interested in teaming up. Rusty wanted to, but his family was so important to him, and if anything happened to them, he'd feel awful. Risa came up behind him.
"Rusty, if there's anything I've learned from becoming your wife, it's that you care, for everyone and everything. You know where we'll be, safe, and with others. I know how to shoot, you know, I can care for J, Barky and I. I want you to be happy, so go and take up on her offer. And be sure to get more supplies and more empty magazines." "Daddy, Mommy wants you to go." J had gotten up again. "I want you to go help more people. Barky will help Mommy protect me. I like helping too, but I'll help people survive this....umm..." "Situation?" "Yeah, that's it, thanks Mommy!"
"If you guys really believe that you'll be OK for a while, then I'll go. Don't worry, I'll be back alright. I love you guys, I'll be sure to say final good-byes before I leave. I'd better get prepared." Rusty went over to Alex and Al. "I'll go too. Don't worry about me dying, I have my family who I will return to after I help you. Besides, I kinda wanna know what my dad was doing..." Rusty smiled sheepishly. " Lemme get ready, and I'll report back to you when ready." Rusty went into the Quartermasters tent.
"May I help you?" he asked. "Yes, I'm a friend of Alex's, that girl over there. I'm going to need some supplies. Don't worry, I know exactly what I need. I would like two aiming lasers, some ammo for my handgun, five clips that'll hold 15 rounds each please, six boxes of shotgun shells too. Umm... also if you have any spare bottles of water, I'll gladly take a few. For my team and I. Besides those, do you have any pipe bombs, or even a fully automated Uzi?" He showed his card to the Quartermaster, indicating that he had owned a gun shop and was able to get almost any gun he wanted. " You're in luck Mister, I actually have two pipe bombs, and a couple modified Uzis. Don't let anyone else know, might not be able to keep their mouths shut." Rusty nodded and got seven clips for the modified uzis, totaling about 3500 bullets. Each clip held 500 rounds. He got the supplies, including a box of cereal for J, and headed toward the car.
Rusty went and talked to Risa and J for a while. He kept promising them that he'd be back soon. He felt better about leaving them after talking. He had never realized how much his family was able to go on without him for a while. He waited with them until Alex and Al were ready. He was really tired... he wondered if they would leave the following day. He shut his eyes for a second, and fell asleep in a makeshift bed.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Sept 22, 2009 20:44:44 GMT -5
"I doubt an SMG would work, if a shotgun wouldn't, so directly to an assault rifle or carbine?"
Alex looked up to Al, "That would be prefered," she answered while placing the bullets and mags on a small work bench off side from the QM tent, "So you know, you don't have to ditch your shotgun. I like traveling light but I only want you and Rusty to have better firepower, not drop everything you're holding," she cracked open one of the boxes of rounds and started pushing them into an empty magazine, "Generalistically it would be fine to have a PDW strictly for backup," Alex drew her Browning Pro-9 out and wiggled it in her hand where he could see to indicate, "So don't rule it out entirely. It all depends on how much you can carry under stress though. If you start slowing down then you'll need to drop something," Alex fit the last round in the mag and slid it into a pouch on her bandolier, "But yeah, any European or Western assault is fine,"
Alex heard motors start up and rev a little; she turned around and leaned back on the tabel while still fitting rounds into a new magazine, looking at the convoy start up, "Probably better Rusty saw his family off rather than the other way around," she commented, the doors at the other side of the compound opened slowly and the vehicles at the head of the pack filed through. Alex cleared her throat a little and looked down, it hurt to see a family divided, "Ahh, you'll probably want to grab a meal, Al. It could be days 'til the next checkpoint and whatever we eat is whatever we can find," Alex turned back around and continued filling mags, "Other than that, I'm pretty much ready to go," she finished another and slid it into a pouch.
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Post by rezidentevilman on Sept 22, 2009 22:39:35 GMT -5
Engines started up, waking Rusty from his slumber. Oh no, I hope Alex hasn't left yet. Panic struck Rusty, and then he wanted to say one final goodbye. He ran toward the car and looked into the window. "I'll miss you guys so much. Stay safe, don't worry 'bout me, I'll come back as soon as I can. Always remember that when things seem bad, they can only get better when someone helps in the littlest of ways." Rusty kissed Risa goodbye, and waved to J and Barky. "Bye Daddy. Rescue lots of people OK? I know that you'll find a way to help people somehow. You always do. I'll miss you, but don't worry, I'll help people too." They drove off, and then Rusty remembered, Alex and Al. He'd better go and see if they were still there. He was about to leave when he decided to watch his family drive off, and when they had become a speck, Rusty ran toward the QM tent. He searched for Alex or Al, and located Alex. He was overcome with relief. He walked over to her and saw Al walking into the tent. "Hey, I'm ready when you are." He yawned loudly. "Um... Could you umm... Wake me up when you wanna go? I'm sorta tired." Rusty began making a bed again, but he sat until Alex responded.
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Post by Rosetta on Sept 23, 2009 14:47:08 GMT -5
"I'll grab some fast food, so to speak, after finding a bigger gun. Give me about fifteen minutes or so."Al walked over to the quartermaster, nodding to the man and glanced over what he saw, but the man had overheard bits of what Alex had said, and pulled out a Galil AR"Don't normally hand this heavy hitter out, but you seem big enough to handle it. Kicks worse then an AK would, but it has the perks of a 7.62mm round, being bigger and hitting harder. Only got 25 rounds a clip, so you need to aim a bit. Here's about four clips and some loose rounds, good luck. And don't just ditch it if you run out of ammo, its hard getting guns that handle the conditions."Al nodded his thanks, pocketing the clips and dropped the box of ammo into his backpack. It wasn't too much weight, so he kept his sawn off and walked over to the barracks, getting used to the feel of the Galil on his back. Grabbing a few extra energy bars and scarfing down a fast meal of some sort of gruel, he caught up with Alex and nodded to Rusty. He had no doubt he was coming along, considering how he acted, and nodded to them both. About twelve minutes had passed, although he had suspected closer to twenty had passed mentally. "Alright, got a Galil, and some ammo for it. Grabbed a light meal and some more energy bars. Ready to roll, or in our case walk, when you are."
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Post by rezidentevilman on Sept 23, 2009 19:55:19 GMT -5
"A Galil? Nice choice, but how'd ya get it? I thought only registered people could get one, like me. See?" He showed Al his card. " I got these with it..." He showed Alex and Al, forgetting that he wasn't supposed to. But, Rusty trusted them enough not to blab. " Although, I guess government is a thing of the past now that all this happened huh?" He smiled at his new teammates. " I'm exhausted, I'm gonna sleep for a little longer, if that's alright." Rusty got as comfortable as he could and closed his eyes. He heard rustling, probably Alex and Al setting up their beds. He sat up. "Maybe we should take shifts? The Quartermaster probably wants to sleep too, so you guys go to sleep. I'll stay up the first shift." Rusty sat straight up, the sense of responsibility gave him some adrenaline, allowing him to stay awake for a while. He waited for his team to go to sleep...
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Sept 24, 2009 13:00:58 GMT -5
"I'm not tired," Alex noted, looking over to Rusty, "The Marines here have the place under a 24/7 watch, neither of you have anything to worry about. Go ahead and get some rest if you're feeling fatigued," she rested her 417 against her seat before standing up.
Sleep hadn't been too much of a thing for Alex, Raccoon City had turned her into an insomniac; and she was cool with that. She'd sleep about a grand total of fourteen hours a week and never felt any different, it'd probably effect her when she left the containment area or returned home to Chicago following through with the normal pieces of her collected persona; but in Raccoon things were different, it was a way of life for her.
She wandered around the compound aimlessly, after all the cars had gone it had quietened down a fair bit but dribble of conversations bounced around the place reminding her that she was still among living. She'd finally stopped at the kitchen tent, Alex signalled for one meal watching as a lousy MRE was pulled out of a box, snapped open and thrown into a pot. Seconds later it was dished out onto a disposable plate along with a small bottle of water, Alex issued her thanks and left to sit at one of the benches close by.
Alex pushed one chair around to face opposite herself and rested her feet on it, looking up at the pink clouds while eating her food. During the course of her meal around eight people had entered the compound from the city centre; out of them three went back in and two left through the opposite entrance, none of them looked military. Alex threw the plate and spoon into a trash bin and sat up, hitching the bottle of water onto her bandolier and heading for the South wall.
It was gradually getting dark, it seemed they would be traveling at night. Alex didn't have a problem with that, it didn't change much. She ascended the stairset at the South wall, reaching the top. Several people had hunkered down here along with the patrolling Military. Alex just wanted to lean against the edge and admire the view, being reassured by a guard that she'd be safer standing back but telling him she would be fine.
The sun eventually disappeared and was replaced by a full moon. After a certain amount of light was lost Alex began to notice an odd visual anomaly against the faces of buildings closer to the dead centre of the city. Orange lights could be seen flickering and flashing against the glass walls, it took Alex a moment to gather and realize what she was seeing were the lights of the napalm flame throwers burning the buildings. She enjoyed the fireworks for a while, recovering in their warm glows; a thought crossed her mind quickly though, something she had to check.
Alex fished for her left eye visor in one of her bandolier pouches, wrenching it out and fitting it over her left ear. She pulled the small glass panel in front of her left eye and established the view infront of her. What fears she harbored a second before rained true, folding out the recent 3D render of the city on the visor over the top of what she could see and highlighting the Aerosys Laboratories.
"Sh*t!" she cursed, pulling the visor off and watching the orange glow of the city centre infront of her. If Raccoon City had taught Alex anything it would definitely be time management. She accessed a timer on the visor, setting it to 06:00 hours, 11 hours from where she stood. After that, Alex might as well consider the Aerosys Labs a smoldering pile of rubble.
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Post by Rosetta on Sept 24, 2009 15:35:28 GMT -5
Al had thought shifts were a tad unnecessary, with the guards and all, but he wasn't tired. If anything else, the new purpose gave him more energy and vigor, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He had to something real to do now, and was ready to do it. He walked up on the ramparts, shaking his head sadly at the burning scene. The muttered s*** caught his attention, and he turned to watch Alex fiddle with the fancy visor piece. He walked over, looking at the burning city again, and spoke into the city, ignoring the guard who was walking his way. He had already told one that he was alright where he was, and another guard intercepted him, whispering and they both walked by. His voice was heavy, but calm and audible in the dead of the night. He resisted the urge to chuckle at the poor joke, and no trace of the hidden chuckle appeared.
"We need to get moving now, yes?"
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Post by rezidentevilman on Sept 24, 2009 17:29:46 GMT -5
Rusty heard Alex say something. It sounded like a bad word... He had slept for a little bit before Risa left, and he figured that'd be enough to last him however long it would take them to solve the problem Alex had come across. He unmade his bed and walked over to Alex and Al. "What's up? I sense there's something urgent. We'll go now, I can last a little longer without sleep. I did sleep for a little before Risa left anyways. I can see it's urgent. Does it involve what you're looking for?" Rusty said all this pretty quickly, because he knew tension in someone's voice when he heard it. He saw orange glow... He always liked the color orange, but something bothered him. Street lights aren't orange, are they? He thought to himself. He then thought of what they could be... Napalms. He wondered why that was so urgent... They were just killing B.O.Ws weren't they? Then he saw bigger flames, a building was on fire. Now he knew what was going on, they were burning down everything, so Alex's search would be burned with the buildings. He asked, " Umm... Where do we start looking for that lab? I say we have about 5, maybe 6, hours before it's burned, depends on where it is. Shall we go?" He started walking, not waiting for a reply. He was going to wait for his team at the entrance, then follow Alex, because she probably knew more about Raccoon City than he did. Besides, his dad might be at the lab...
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