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Post by Shogun Liquid© on Dec 28, 2008 21:23:26 GMT -5
There was still one more Licker left within the building.
And it sensed Brash as he moved recklessly about the hallway.
The Licker moved like a spider above the ceiling, moving with quiet haste until it was above Brash. With its long tongue reaching outward from above the ceiling, its saliva dripped in anticipation, causing Brash to look behind him as each drop of saliva fell. Before the man could react and look up, the Licker's tongue went straight for the man's neck, puncturing it in a gruseome splatter of blood.
Brash immediately fell on his back, hands around his throat as he chocked on his own blood, eyes wide open in surprise as the Licker pounced on him, and opened its long mouth to consume him.[/b][/i]
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Post by Phoenix Drake on Mar 25, 2009 16:13:22 GMT -5
To any normally functioning human the amount of noise going on the above floor would have been distracting, but after living with it for the past month you got used to it. The horde of undead swarming in the floors above were creating a level of noise that was worthy of a disturbance of peace charge, but not much you can do when all the cops are dead. Phoenix had been hiding in one of the First Floor apartments, next to the maintenance office, using it as a safe haven. Very few times had he ventured to the above floors, as being scared nearly into a stroke from a few undead. From afar they were still frightening with their awkward movements and decrepit looks, but they were less imposing than having one within inches of your neck. For such slow walkers, they were incredibly fast with their teeth.
Every little while you could here gunshots or shouts from across the city, the place becoming so muted that every footfall was audible. Shifting over in the makeshift bed, Phoenix checked his pistol for the third time in as many hours, making sure there was round in the chamber, and the magazine was full. Sighing, he collapsed back with the Walther in his hand, his other laying loosely on top of the Scar.
He awoke 5 hours later, the crashing and footsteps still discernible above. "Another day in hell I suppose." Phoenix announced, before even opening his eyes. Getting up, grabbing the holsters and securing his weaponry, he sat on the edge of the bed thinking about what could possibly lay ahead today.
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Mar 25, 2009 21:05:06 GMT -5
After the transmission, the chopper flew above Raccoon City, toward the center. Arc peered out the window as they neared a large Apartment Complex building, and saw a woman on top of the roof, waving her arms. It was another classic case of contemplating on wether he should stop and help or not, what would he gain? Without thinking too hard, Arc came to a conclusion. "Drop me off down there! Ill contact you if I need evacuation!" The pilot signalled the KAVOK, and then lowered the aircraft just high enough for Arc to jump. Upon landing, the chopper flew off, and then the man ran toward the younger woman, grabbing her by the shoulder for support. "Are you alright, Miss?"
The woman collapsed in Arcs arms, as he felt the warm blood drip onto his hand, she had been bitten. Reframing from just dropping her on the spot, he had a change of heart, and carried her over to the vent near the exit door. But as he walked with her, he felt her arm move against him, and then soon found her pounding on his back. Quickly shoving her off and onto the rooftop, Arc knelt down on top of the woman, and tried to retrain her. But before he could get a grip, she had him flipped over, losing his SMG in the process, and now beating his stomach with her closed knuckles. Quickly reaching for his knife to his side, Arc pulled it up, and drove it into the girls neck, then rolled her over onto her back.
Pulling out his sidearm, he drew it upon her head, and fired a round at her face, seeing the .45 calibre round shatter blood peices onto the concrete. It was hard to distinguish between teeth and skull fragment, but before he could pay anymore attention, the exit door burst open, revieling a large group of infected moving toward the scene. Arc regret being dropped off here. With nothing left to gain, he rolled off to the side, grabbing his SMG, and then fired single bursts toward the oncoming danger. Managing to thin out the crowd with the help of six 9mms, Arc then pressed through the group and into the apartment building, slamming the door tightly behind him. Unless they learnt how to open doors, they were about to get through anytime soon.
Cursing to himself loudly, Arc quickly moved down the metal stairs to the top floor, keeping his gun drawn and eyes through the sights, watching for anything that crossed the gap between him and his range of vison. Every now and then, he would call out, making it clear that he was in the building. Making it to the third floor, where it started to get a but more ugly, he rapidly fired a succession of rounds into the walking corpses nearing him. This was the first time in quite awhile that he encountered the dead in narrow hallways, there was nowhere to go. But what scared him the post is how the people mustve been trapped like mice in their rooms when the infection hit. Reaching the first floor, Arc loudly announced himself to the hallway before turning to the entrance lobby. "Is anyone here? Im not infected... Im here to help!"
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Post by Phoenix Drake on Mar 25, 2009 21:20:28 GMT -5
Phoenix was picking his fingernails with his knife, trying to keep busy, when he heard the chopper. It sounded far off, but close enough to be on top of the roof. Then he heard the first shot, a single shot followed by a few more. Resisting the urge to run up and see what was happening, he sheathed the knife and picked up the Scar and walked slowly to the door, listening for more footfalls. On the third floor he heard a few more along with distant shouts.
When the person in question had gotten to the first floor, Phoenix twisted the door knob and opened the door with the chain still in place. He could see someone, although who was not clear. They were saying that they weren't infected, which was hard enough to believe. The comedian shut the door, and placed his hand on the chain. "Should I even do this?" He mumbled to himself before finally sliding the chain across, opening the door slowly, and stepping out into the hallway that led to the lobby.
There were some amount of sun rays filtering through the filthy windows, but not enough to clearly light up the newcomer. Drake had his rifle in his hands, but not trained on the man. "Who--" Phoenix started before clearing his throat and speaking again louder. "Who are you?"
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Mar 25, 2009 22:51:04 GMT -5
Just as Arc was ready to leave the Apartment Complex, there was the opneing of a door, and then a voice speaking toward him. Whipping around quietly, he saw the man holding a gun, asking who he was. Arc replied with uncertainty in his voice, but before jumping to any conclusions, spoke more confedently with a sense of professionalism. "Corpral Arcian Griffin, I saw someone on the rooftop... But..." Without taking time to explain the story, Arc walked over to the door, and then put his hand out with a friendly look on his face. the small beams of light reflected off of his aviators, creating a mysterious dark glow in place of his eyes. "Call me Arc... And you are?"
But before the man could get any words out, there was a loud crash coming from the opposite side of the Lobby. Quickly tagging the mans shoulder, Arc signalled to be on his toes, even though he sensed the man already knew that. Aiming his SMG toward the the east wing, he then saw a bloody corspe fling up against the wall, painting the immidiate area crimson red. Getting his finger ready to fire, a large creature jumped onto the ceiling, and scurried toward him upside down. "Oh sh*t!" Arc fired several rounds, but saw the creature simply dodge out of the way. It was one of those crawling BOWs, and his adreanalin started pumping with the feeling of intimidation when he heard several more making there way nearby. "Go go go!"
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Post by .Merios on Mar 26, 2009 15:24:56 GMT -5
A double tap was heard cracking through the air as two bullets struck the creature's right abdomen, making it lose grip on the ceiling and sending it's legs downward, leaving it's left claw stuck to the ceiling tile, making the creature hang in place involuntarily as it attempted to pull itself free, whipping it's body about maniacally. Within seconds of the first two bullets, the sound of an assault rifle echoed throughout the apartment complex, the creature (which was now in a prime position to be killed) got pummeled with a flurry of lead, tearing it's midsection apart and painting the wall behind it red. The firing ceased as the creature's corpse hung from the ceiling and gently swayed back and forth, bits of coagulated blood dropped to the floor as gravity pulled it downward.
Cameron quickly moved in through the exit door with his SA80 in his left hand and his briefcase in his right. He stepped another foot in before setting his briefcase against the door frame and shouldering his rifle.
"Want a little company?" He said, his heavy British accent breaking through his words.
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Post by Phoenix Drake on Mar 26, 2009 18:14:38 GMT -5
Phoenix twisted like a tornado, raising a trembling rifle to the source of the gunshots and the thick accent. Phoenix raised an eye brow to the newcomer and lowered the rifle a couple of inches. "Today of all days?" He mumbled under his breath before raising his voice and turning back to Arc, and stood staring at the wall. "To speak for myself, sure. But I'm not entirely sure about Mr. Military over here." Phoenix glanced up back at the newcomer and leaned against the wall and slackened his rifle. "Phoenix Drake, pleased to meet both of you."
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Mar 26, 2009 21:20:53 GMT -5
Arc saw the new man appear and then riddle the BOW to death with bullets, the rounds from the Assault Rifle sounded pleasant, but the fact that his own SMG didnt have to fire any rounds made him happier. He kind of turned his head and smirked to himself when Phoenix refered to him as "Mister Military", he normally didnt get that. Arc had a past he liked to keep to himself, but he knew that the man didnt know. He wondered what he was doing here, why he stopped for that girl on the rooftop, it wasnt like him to just help people. He stopped helping people long ago, back during the first outbreak. But he knew these people would be able to hand there own, they didnt need a so called "Hero", so nobody had to depend on him if he happen to fail. Looking toward the new man, and then Pheonix. "...The three of us can cover more area, no sneak attacks... Sure, well take all the help we can get... But come on, theres bound to be more."
Arc aimed his SMG down the lobby, and then began to move for the exit door. But before he took a step, he looked back at Pheonix, and then gave him an order. "Go back into your room, and grab as much supplise as you can carry... We might not be coming back..." Of course, he wasnt one to give orders, but it was also in his friends best intrest to gather supplise for survival. Because the other man just came from nowhere, he assumed that he didnt have a place stocked up. But if he did, then he didnt need his permission to go make the best of it. Arc moved to the front door, and kicked them open, looking around the streets. They were pretty bare for a change, but traviling them in the daytime was the best idea. There was something on his mind as he saw the carnage about. He asked himself, would Jess have stayed this long?
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Post by .Merios on Mar 26, 2009 22:09:34 GMT -5
"Seems you lot have got it all planned out.."
Cameron relaxed and stood straight up and then bent over, letting his left hand drift from his rifle and his right thumb pressing a button. He moved his left hand to the barrel and made a swift jerking movement with the gun, folding the stock over the length of the gun and pushing the barrel back into the girth of the weapon. His right hand grasped the grip and pushed it upwards, pressing it flat up against the hammer of the weapon. He knelt down and opened his briefcase with his free left hand, letting it snap open. He pressed his rifle into the indentation in the briefcase and grabbed a small cylinder from another slot before shutting it back.
He lifted his briefcase with his right hand and pressed a small button near the grip, two pieces of cloth dropped out each side of the case. He set the case on the ground and pulled up on the strips of cloth on each side and bringing them together, snapping them with a clasp to form a strap. He slipped his torso into the strap and moved the case to his left side, underneath his left shoulder. Cameron's right hand reached into his left side of his suit and withdrew a Beretta, larger than the usual M9 version, and his left hand (which still had the cylinder in it) floated to the pistol. He headed towards the man who took the lead, quickly spinning the cylinder in place and locking it down on the tip of the barrel- the cylinder was a suppressor.
Cameron gripped the pistol on both hands and surveyed the area right outside the complex, his eyes dancing about the stretch of road in front of him. He flicked a small button on the side of the pistol and turned on the flashlight which was attached to the bottom of the pistol, illuminating the ground below him as he walked. Occasionally he lifted his pistol ahead of him to shine light on areas of interest.
"Forgive me for not introducing myself.." He said, cautiously side-stepping past an alleyway and lifting his pistol to stare down the length of brick.
"My names Joshua Hunt."
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Post by Phoenix Drake on Mar 27, 2009 8:10:38 GMT -5
Phoenix nodded at the new comer, Josh, before ducking back into his little home to grab anything that could be of use at the request of Arc. "So it seems like i'm leaving this place." Phoenix muttered again, before catching himself and staring at the wall. "What the hell am I doing? Seems like every other minute i'm talking to myself." He thought, grabbing a nearby flashlight, a partially used medkit, and a few rations and walking out to the lobby. "This going to be of any use Arc?"
{{Ugh. I'm sorry I'm not posting that well V_V I'm being hounded by neighbours and family and all that bollocks >_>}}
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Mar 27, 2009 16:53:01 GMT -5
Arc saw the man Josh scope the streets, it was getting darker out. Then the other man Pheonix approached him carrying a Med Pack, and asking if it would be useful to him or not. Arc wasnt prepared this trip, which was surprising. He had supplise in the chopper, but he chose not to take anything besides his weapons, for some reason unknown to him. "Hmm, keep that for yourself, I think ill be alright... That torch, however, will come in handy in an hour or so for sure..." To Arc, having a flashlight was more like a luxory then a neccesity. Sure he wont be able to see very well in the dark, even less because there was no streetlights anymore, but the light would attract unwanted attention.
Besides, the lights on his guns were out of batteries, so there wasnt much he could do about either way. One other thing that disturbed him was the fact that he only had one alternate magazine for his SMG, so he hoped they would come across some 9mm's somewhere. But conserving ammo was the best way to stay alive longer, so he really just challenged himself. There was three other magazines for the .45 at his side, so he felt confedent in keeping a steady supply of fire if he needed to enter a lot of action. After thinking to himself, Arc looked over at Josh, and then stepped over to Pheonix. "Either of you have somewhere you need to go? Might be a better idea to keep moving, dont wanna be out on the streets in the night for too long, do we?"
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Post by .Merios on Mar 27, 2009 18:04:12 GMT -5
Cameron turned towards Arc, lowering his pistol to his side with both hands still gripping it tightly, illuminating the wet cement below him as well as a drenched Newspaper dated October, 2011. Cameron looked down, his eyes scanning the newspaper and more importantly, the main headline: "Locals Terrified at Standoff at Savin-"
"Well, that looks like a good place to start, eh?" He said, nudging the paper with his right foot.
"Banks are fortified, right? Whatever these things are, odds are they can't get very far in there."
Cameron only stayed in Raccoon briefly before the outbreak had occurred- he never had a chance to experience the actual attacks or the full-blown chaos. He had no idea what he was up against, but he was briefed on some of the more "localized" attackers.
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Post by Phoenix Drake on Mar 28, 2009 18:44:01 GMT -5
Phoenix shrugged, clipping the First Aid kit to his backpack, and the stuffed the flashlight into it as well. "I got no where really. Well to go at least. The only place I've been frequenting is right behind me." He chuckled lightly, and then twisted his head over to Josh.
"A Bank?" Drake pondered it for a moment and then tilted his head to the side. "Sounds logical. Just thinking about how much damage will have been done to the building." He adjusted the stock, letting it rest more comfortably on his shoulder. "I'm thinking that a humans instinct took over, greed. If this would have happened and never placed me in the situation I was in, I would have ran for the bank and stole some money while getting the hell out of here." He looked at Arc and flashed a slender smile, trying to bring out a decent mood in everyone.
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Mar 29, 2009 15:16:12 GMT -5
Arc thought to himself about how nice and barricaded a bank would be, seems like a great idea to him. He looked over at Pheonix and then nodded. "Heh..." Assuming that the bank was in the same place it was back in 1998, but obviously remodled and such, he knew exactly where it was. The infected wouldnt be able to get in, so far the strongest he had seen them break through was a thick wooden door. But even then, it took them a decent amount of time. The only problem with going to a fortified building is the possible fact they they might run into other survivers. Depending on the situation, it could be a good thing, or it could be a bad thing.
After getting his bearings down on the street, Arc looked over at Josh, and then spoke out loud to him and Pheonix aswell. "The bank sounds like the best idea so far... We could keep out eyes open for other survivers, too. After all, thats what I get pai-" Arc paused in mid sentence, and then thought about what he was about to say. This wasnt his job, he has none anymore. He quickly tried to think of something else to say, but then there was movement down the street. Aiming his SMG in the general direction, he peeked over at Pheonix, knowing his assault rifle had enough range to take them out from afar, as appose to Arc own SMG. "Ok, lets get moving!"
[Pheonix, "Josh", and Arc now at the Raccoon City Bank]
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Post by harlequin on Mar 30, 2009 5:15:11 GMT -5
<:Samuel Varius enters the City Center Apartment Complex:>
Sam entered the Apartment Complex with his gun drawn, still holding the crowbar in his left. Scanning the lobby he saw nothing. The song of the infected carried down from the levels above. Sighing he moved across the empty lobby, his Beretta still in his hand ready for anything. He studied the elevator doors but didn’t bother with trying to open them, instead heading for the stairs. He threw the door open pushing it flat against the wall. “Well I guess there’s nothing behind door number two.” He began climbing the stairs two at a time, up to the seventh floor. The song of the infected coming from behind every door he passed.
On the landing of the seventh floor, he pushed the door with one hand quietly. He kept his gun and crowbar ready in case something attacked him. The hall way beyond was quiet at first then he heard the shuffling of lame feet across the carpeted floor. He had to reach room 713 fast, before they reached him. He took off in a run down the hallway.
As he passed room 709 a hand grabbed his ankle tripping him. He kicked the arm and brought the crowbar down crushing the wrist. The arm still clutched his ankle. He smashed the crowbar into the arm over and over, until the arm was torn free. He crawled down the hallway a few feet to his parents apartment. He stood up and slid the crowbar into the crack between the door and its frame. With a obvious strain he pushed on the bar. The door creaked and moved slightly. He looked down the hall and fear coursed through his vains.
A horde of infected zombies was moving down the hall towards him. He pointed at the closest one and pulled the trigger, splattering its brains against the wall behind it. He fired again dropping another one, then another. He fired until his gun clicked empty. He threw his shoulder into the door and heard a crack. The door caught on a security chain. Swearing loudly he turned and kicked the door repeatedly until the chain gave. He dove inside and pushed the door shut sitting with his back against it. The creatures outside the door began to pound on it. He braced himself as best he could. He looked around him for something, anything to brace against the door. On the door yet was a second chain and a security bolt. He reached up still leaning heavily on the door and latched both. He ran into the kitchen and brought a chair in to brace under the door handle.
The pounding continued as he searched his parents home for more things to fortify the door with. As he entered his parents bedroom a figure moved in the light of the attached bathroom. The figure lunged and grabbed his arm. They fell against the bed in the middle of the room. A sharp and immediate pain shot through his arm, though the infected figure hadn’t yet bitten him. The figure lowered it’s head to his shoulder in a frenzy. Sam felt the pressure of the bit and the pain of his arm but not the cutting of teeth. He grabbed the lamp on the nightstand and crushed it against the thing’s head. The creature monetarily dazed, Sam shrugged out of his jacket and pulled out his pistol. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bullet which he fed into the chamber. The gun exploded decapitating the zombie as it reached for his throat.
He sat on the edge of the bed with a sigh of relief. The pounding continued drawing him up like the infected around him. He looked in the closet and found what he was looking for. His father kept a small tool kit in the closet. He grabbed a hand full of nails and a hammer and got to work. He ripped apart the table in the dinning area and nailed the pieces of wood to the door and the frame as best as he could with one arm. He sat down where he was and reached for his smokes. Another bout of pain shot through the arm he used to get his smokes out with. Sighing in defeat he reached with his other arm only to remember his smokes were in his jacket and that was laying in the other room. He stood and walked to his parents bedroom again.
Horror struck as he reached down to pick up his jacket. His mothers necklace dangled around the once again corpse. He slid along the bed to the floor in a daze. Without thought, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it one handed. Hot tears ran down his face. He moved slightly and the pain returned, with a gasp he clutched his shoulder.
He pulled out his switchblade and flicked it open. The sheets were shredded into strips in moments and he made himself a makeshift sling to hold his arm tight to his body. He cut the seams of his shirt to look at the wound. The skin was turning purple with a spots of yellow, decorating his entire shoulder like a modern art tattoo. He hoped he had only sprained it. The fact that he still had some use of the arm was a good sign. He walked from the bed room pulling the door shut behind him. He sat on the living room’s couch exhausted slowly the pounding on the door decreased and he fell asleep…
Sam was running through the woods near his uncle’s house. A girl was running in front of him laughing. He ran faster trying to catch her but she kept moving further away. A second laugh rang through the forest, a woman’s laugh. He recognized it but didn’t know from where. He burst from the trees into a clearing that didn’t exist as far as he knew. A woman stood there laughing at him. She wore tight jeans and a halter top. Her hairs was golden blond and hung down to the small of her back. He walked up to her wanting to ask what was going on. He reached her as she turned around. She leaned in and kissed him as a gust of wind rustled the leaves of the forest. He felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and everything went black…
A soft breeze blew his hair across his face. He woke with a start rolling off the couch, gun drawn. Just a dream. Sam looked around spotting the open window. He walked towards it puzzled. He poked his head out and looked down. Attached to the side of the apartment complex was a fire escape. He looked up and the fire escape went up to the roof. Shaking his head he closed the window. He turned and found another shock laying on the coffee table. Two box magazines for his Beretta were laying on a piece of paper. He picked up one of the magazines and examined it. It was loaded. Puzzled further he examined the paper, it was a note.
[Message to Samuel Varius]
V,
You dislocated your shoulder so I re-set it for you. You didn’t have any extra clips so here’s two. Your sister is still alive. 23-22-06.
From the woman of your dreams.
[end message]
Emiline was alive, but was she ok? The woman of my dreams? Who left this for me? Was she literally the woman from my dream or was it a coincidence? But the pain in my shoulder….And how do they know my sister? What’s with the numbers? They look like a combination or a date…So many questions…
He looked around the apartment for some answers. He started in the kitchen. He found a loaf of bread that was still relatively fresh. Smiling he placed it on the stove top. In the cabinets he found a jar of peanut butter. He sniffed it cautiously, not detecting anything spoiled. He stuck his finger inside and tasted it. It seemed safe to eat so he spread it on a piece of bread and made a sandwich. He devoured it in three bites and realized it was a bad idea. He almost gagged. Frantically he opened the fridge and saw a sign from god. There on the top shelf was a six pack of coke bottles. He grabbed them all out and chugged one in two gulps. Sighing with relief he put the soda next to the bread. He continued searching the kitchen not finding anything else that had survived in any state of use.
He checked the door again, cursing himself for not checking earlier. He moved to the second bedroom of the apartment not wanting to return to his parents room. He opened the door and smiled. The room was just big enough for two people to live in although they would be cramped. There were two beds against opposite walls and two dressers flanking a closet door on the wall opposite the door. He had to share the room with his little sister and evidence of her taking over was every where. The bed he had used was covered in school books and papers. The other bed was dominated by a collection of small stuffed toys that his sister had acquired over the years. The dressers were tops were piled high with various mementos of his sisters various escapades. He opened his dresser and pulled out some clean cloths. He changed quickly and opened the closet door. In the closet were all of the things he once had on his bed and dresser. He shuffled through the haphazard pile of his stuff looking for one thing in particular. At the bottom of the pile in the corner was a small lock box. On his way out he saw a small stuffed penguin staring at him with crystal blue eyes, It was Sigmund his sister’s favorite. He took the box and toy into the living room and placed them on the coffee table. Reluctantly, he finally looked in his parent’s room. He didn’t stay in the room long. He grabbed his father’s tool box and left without searching for anything else. He then returned to the kitchen for his salvaged food and soda and placed them on the table too. Then he began laying out the contents of his pockets and backpack.
He didn’t have much but it would have to be enough. Some basic food supplies, a pistol and sawed off shotgun, ammunition, a hunting knife and switch blade, a note book and writing utensils, a small pair of binoculars, a small flash light, extra batteries, a Zippo lighter, a half empty pack of cigarettes, a cell phone, a digital video camera, and a few tools. He looked it all over and sighed. There’s not enough here to search for Emiline. He started re-packing his things. He slid the note from the mystery woman into his note book before sliding it in his backpack. He only added two screw drivers and a pair of pliers to his bag leaving the rest of his dad’s tools in the tool box. He opened his lock box and looked inside. His stuff was still there. An emergency pack of smokes, a pack of matches, and a few packs of smoke bomb and firecrackers. The fireworks could make a great distraction or a signal if he need it. He put the contents of the lock box into his bag. He went back into the kitchen and looked in the drawers for some string. Finding some he returned to his gear and got to work. He measured and cut the string and braided it into a make shift rope. He tied the rope around his arm and then tied the shotgun to it too, keeping it in an easily reachable place. He put the lighter, cigarettes, switch blade, and pistol clips into his jacket pockets. He slid his cell into his front pocket and dropped the binoculars into one of his back pockets. Finally he secured his pistol at the small of his back and climbed out the window onto the fire escape. He climbed up to the roof of the building and pulled out the binoculars.
Raccoon city stretched out around him. The buildings towering over the nightmarish streets below. Fires spotted the city and many of the building looked like they were about to collapse. In the distance he saw the ferris wheel crumbling above the infected carnival, the decrepit roller coaster forming a backdrop. He saw creatures leaping around on the roller coaster. He shivered as he continued his search. There only a few blocks away was the junior high school. He looked down at the streets and they looked relatively empty. Content with his survey he returned to his temporary safe house. He snagged his backpack and slung it over his shoulders. The pain in his shoulder was now a dull ach but it was easily ignored. He tucked Sigmund into the front of his jacket then crawled out the window again. He climbed down the fire escape saying good bye to his last safe haven. On the second floor the fire escape stopped. He looked into the window next to him and didn’t see any of the infected.
He opened the window into an apartment similar to his parents. This apartment looked as though someone had already been here and ransacked the place. Drawers were ripped from their proper places and the kitchen cabinets were opened. The door leading to the hall was open. He rushed to the door and leaned against the frame to peek out. The hallway was empty. He let the breath he was holding escape with a sigh. He looked up and smiled. The apartment belonged to a military nut that his parents were friends with. He pushed the door closed and went into the back bedroom. In the closet he found a gun safe that had been searched already. He sighed then spotted a belt and holster for a gun. He picked them up and put them on, then slid his Beretta into the holster. He returned to the door and cautiously looked out into the hall way again. The coast was still clear so he left. He left the apartment and ventured down the hall. He pushed the call button on the elevator and waited. He was watched the hall for any sign of movement as the elevator came. He turned as the doors opened and a body jumped at him.
The rotting corpse grabbed his shoulder and tried to bite his neck. He pulled the switch blade out of his pocket and flicked it open. The zombie squeezed him tight trying to bite him. He sunk the blade into it’s neck digging to find the spinal cord. He pulled the blade out the back of it’s neck severing it’s spine. He crawled into the elevator dropping the knife on the floor as the doors closed. He reached up and pressed the button for the first floor. He pressed his back against the side of the elevator and waited for the doors to open. He pulled out his pistol and prepared for the worst.
The doors opened quietly and he leaned around to look across the lobby. He holstered the pistol and unzipped his jacket. He tucked Sigmund into his backpack with it’s head out to watch his back. Good god I’m losing it. He drew the shot gun up and stood up. Rounding the corner he opened fire on the undead before him. His first two blast blew apart the closest zombie, but four more turned to devour him. He broke open the gun and dropped the expended shells, he pulled two more out of his pocket and reloaded. The shotgun thundered again dropping another two zombies. He dropped the shotgun trusting his makeshift sling to catch it and drew his Beretta. He crouched and lined up his shots. The first zombie fell in two shots as the last lunged at him. He jammed the gun into its chin and pulled the trigger exploding the reanimated corpse’s head into the pillar behind it. He moved quickly to the lobby door and ran outside tucking the Beretta away and reloading the shotgun as he went. He had only one place he could think to find his sister so he headed for her school.
<:Sam is now in the Pika Pika Middle School:>
Equipment Changes: + Sigmund, a stuffed penguin toy + Pack of cigarettes and matches + Half loaf of bread + Bottle of Coke (5x) + Basic Tools + 2 Six-packs of smoke bomb fireworks + string of firecrackers + 9mm Box magazines (2x) + 30 9mm rounds - 18 9mm rounds (47 rounds remaining) - 4 12-gauge shotgun shells (25 shells remaining) - Crowbar
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