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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 18, 2008 18:35:01 GMT -5
The frozen over wastelands of high altitude mountains or the Alaskan countryside. On a good day it will be above freezing, but there aren’t many good days here. Undead sluggishly move about here, but the point is they still move about. Watch yourself. They aren’t the only hazard to be guarded against.
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Post by Marc Firewing on Feb 7, 2012 0:22:40 GMT -5
It was a bit of a vacation, a really frozen vacation... A really freaking cold vacation. Then again, was it even a vacation at all? Some reports of an Alaskan Umbrella base had been set up, and some even mention of lack of United States governmental check ups over there. Perhaps that was where most of the information was stored? That's what Evan thought to himself as he hiked his way through the mountains, wearing a heavy yet flexible amount of clothing. G36K strapped to his torso, Evan pulled out his binoculars and looked to the Research Facility out in the distance.
There were a decent amount of infected, the doors were sealed shut which meant that there were most likely survivors inside. How they managed to survive this long would be beyond his comprehension, but it's not like Evan really gave a damn, he just wanted to know what was inside. Lowering the pair of binoculars, he was going to make it there in roughly fifteen minutes. Exhaling a soft sigh, Evan looked up and around at his surroundings, it was so strange not to hear anything or his team. Thus, his hike began once again.
Fifteen minutes passed and Evan crouched down, checking out the limping and wandering infected as he figured he could make a mad dash for the door. That wouldn't do him shxt if he couldn't open that door, which meant he had to take the loud approach. Suddenly squeezing the trigger, Evan let a round pop off into an infected's head, suddenly squeezing more and more as the shots accurately hit all of their targets. He cleared it of about half of them, with the rest wandering in his direction.
The gunshots prior were loud considering the silence of the area around, anyone could hear them in the mountains which meant Evan had to move quick. Rushing around the group and to the doors, Evan touched the keypad and entered his U.S.S. access code. There was silence, following the whirring of the giant doors slowly grinding and whining to life. The doors reopened, and Evan looked inside, turning on his flashlight down the darkened hallway and seeing everything...surprisingly normal. Evan stared down the hallway, finger still on the trigger as he slowly stepped in, listening to the silence of the room. Pressing the buttons, the doors started to shut, suddenly stopping about half-way as the monitor displayed "CRITICAL ERROR. DOOR JAMMED."
"Great...Just my luck."
Evan began making his way into the structure, moving down the hall as he moved into the next room. It was a giant four-way intersection, Evan stood there, wondering what he should do next.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 7, 2012 0:43:05 GMT -5
There were massive blankets of white covering the mountains and surrounding the indigo ocean below them. There was a small village not too far away from a figure in a black coat with fur around the rim of the hood, had been. The figure had been heavily equipped with weaponry and a large army satchel on the hip. It'd been a week since Alaska had become a new safe haven away from Tricell's reach.
The Super human hadn't had many dangerous encounters other than the village she'd just escaped from recently. She had a bullet wound in her shoulder but it hadn't stopped her, she couldn't feel it anyway, but she knew it was there, she was careful to take good notice of herself every hour or so to ensure she wouldn't bleed out.
A sudden gust of frigid air had wisped passed her, knocking her hood back. Her face was deathly pale and she'd had a look of indifference about her. She couldn't feel pain or temperatures, it was frustrating. Pulling her hood back over her head, there'd been a loud number of gunshots that she could hear over the howling winter winds. Someone was near by and if they were, maybe she could find a place to escape the elements and eat, maybe even dress her wounds.
With that, she'd began her trek up the mountainside where the gunshots had echoed from. It didn't take too long to catch a glimpse of what seemed to be a man, punching in some passcode to open the door of a very familiar building. Immediately she'd felt her blood begin to boil. A swirl of unwanted nostalgia had crept up on her, taking her completely by surprise.
"Umbrella..." she grumbled before running in after the him. The door began to close when she'd grabbed at the keypad jutting out from the wall. Without much of an effort, she'd ripped and pulled at it, causing it to spark and the door to close half way.
There'd been a loud, repetitive, beep from it. She'd grasped at the door and squoze inbetween the opening she'd left, her Glock gripped firmly in her other hand.
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Post by Marc Firewing on Feb 7, 2012 1:00:12 GMT -5
The male shifted his attention off to the side, turning his head to look back at the door he just came from. Evan swore he'd just heard something, he stared at the door and lifted his G36K. Reaching forward with his hand that gripped the barrel, Evan pulled the door open and looked down the hallway. His flashlight barely touched upon the dark figure down at the end of the hall who seemingly stood there and Evan shouted out.
"Who the hell are you?"
It was taking everything Evan had not to squeeze the trigger now, either the person was going to be an ally or an enemy. Either way, he wanted to test his luck, bullets were scarce and he didn't exactly have his base to retreat to for a resupply.
"This is an Umbrella Facility, whether or not it's still active, civilians aren't supposed to be wandering around here."
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 7, 2012 1:09:43 GMT -5
Marion growled under her breath and took subtle steps forward at the man, aiming her handgun dead ahead at him, she could smell his anxiety. He'd mentioned that civilians weren't allowed to wander around the facility regardless of whether or not it was active.
"Shut up!" she barked. "Do you work here? And don't f*cking lie to me, I'll know if you are, now answer me and drop your weapon before I rip it and that arm off your body," she threatened.
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Post by Marc Firewing on Feb 7, 2012 1:26:04 GMT -5
"You've got a Glock, I have a G36K. I can put a bullet in your brain before you even blink little girl. No. I don't work here. I work under a Private Military Contractor. Now back the f-ck off and drop the gun."
They were at each other's throats from across the hall, it was the threat of ripping his arm off that made him question who he was up against. He read reports of various superhuman experiments by Umbrella, but he wasn't truly sure whether or not it was actually true that there were some roaming about. Finger was on the trigger of the G36K, the flashlight still kept its focus on the figure as there wasn't far she could run. Nevertheless, whatever happened, if a firefight broke out, it was going to burst into a bloodbath. That was, until the intercom sparked to life and a panicked voice came over the room.
"H-Hello?! You two! Please, help us! We're locked in the storage room and we're nearly out of supplies! The electricity's on the verge of dying and we wont last long without help, plea--!"
Suddenly the intercom died out, Evan shifted his attention away for a moment to look at the intercom as the voice started. Looking back to her, he lowered his weapon and took a few steps back.
"Sorry, duty calls."
Evan was agitated, though he wouldn't show it on the surface. Turning around, Evan began booking it down the right hallway and into the next room, finding a laboratory but with all the computers dead, he wasn't going to get any information unless the power was back on.
"Guess we're looking for the power the normal way then."
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 7, 2012 1:33:57 GMT -5
Marion had been ready to end the sorry man's life when the loudspeaker had came to life with a panicked voice. Apparently there were no Umbrella employees left here and she could tell, by the man's voice and body language, that he wasn't lying. She'd lowered her weapon and looked up and over at the loud speaker. She'd began walking calmly after the man to see just where the civvies had been holed up. She was able to brush off the man's attempts at insulting her and managed to catch up after a bit, unable to really run very fast due to her physical disability.
The electricity was still down, leaving it completely pitch dark. She could hear the man's footsteps in the room, he wasn't too far away. Reaching onto her hip, she unclipped her own flashlight and switched it on, shining the beam of light around.
"The power supply is in the basements....I don't think they work anymore, the last time I was here, the others had demolished the control panels and breakers," she informed the man, touching at a desktop's keyboard.
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Post by Marc Firewing on Feb 7, 2012 17:42:06 GMT -5
A soft exhale of annoyance, he looked to Marion. Staring at her with a look of absolute disbelief, he shook his head somewhat. Taking a slow stand, the male looked at the walls and all the scattered papers. Letting his flashlight run over the room, he began exploring the room slightly and finally spoke out.
"How the hell are we supposed to get the power running if there's no breakers? How is this place even functioning?"
There was a roar of something moving through the vents as it scurried about. This caused Evan's reflexes to instinctively aim at the ceiling as he followed the sound with his weapon. A small smile formed on his lips as he lowered his weapon.
"Something tells me there's more than just infected roaming about this place. As much as I hate to say it, you and I might have to work together to get them out of here."
Alive was a word that didn't cross his lips, because as soon as he had the opportunity, they were all pretty much dead. As far as he was even remotely concerned, he had to ensure the retrieval of any research on the Umbrella computers. If they got in the way of that, then they were merely...expendable.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 7, 2012 23:55:51 GMT -5
Marion looked around and sighed. "Obviously someone repaired them if the front door was working before I got to it. We can just find our way there, it's just down the hall, out this door," she explained to the man, wandering on over to another electronically locked door. She'd shone the light on the passcode panel and tapped it with her fingers.
She'd then pointed it over the door to find a slight crack, wide enough to slip her fingers through. She then stuck the back end of the light into her mouth and stuck eight fingers inside the crack, pulling it back with little effort. The door began to grind loudly and when it was opened partially, the loud screech of something had struck her ears, claws suddenly jutted into the wider crack of the door.
Marion pulled back, removing her fingers before it could get to them. She'd grabbed at the flashlight and pointed it at the creature's arm once more. It was scaley and green.
"These...these shouldn't be here..."
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Post by Marc Firewing on Feb 8, 2012 0:12:00 GMT -5
Watching the girl move like she knew the place, he was about to say something before something shot out of the crack in the door. Instinctively raising his weapon and aiming, he watched it flail around. A small smirk appeared on his lips as he squeezed the trigger and began firing, not even taking into account she was still there. The bullets flied, pounding into its arm as he heard it screech in pain and kept gunning it down until it pulled back.
"This makes things so much more interesting. I think that might've been a Hunter..."
He spoke gently, moving to the side so he could see down the crack somewhat. Looking back to her, he had a really cocky smirk on his face.
"Wanna try that again?"
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 8, 2012 0:20:05 GMT -5
Marion had watched the man gun down the creature, whom she knew to be what Umbrella called, "A B.O.W." Or what he had called it, "A Hunter", some nickname civilians knew it as. When it flew back further into the room it inhabited, she'd slung her jacket off, searching herself for any wounds. She'd only seen the blood drenched gauze around her shoulder and chest.
"How reckless of you," she'd grinned. "Makes for interesting company..." she trailed off, shrugging her jacket back on. She'd laced her fingers together and cracked them before sticking them back into the doorway and began to push the doors opened with ease. Inside the next room, had been a long, narrow hallway with multiple doors.
R & D floor. No wonder it was here...someone must have released them from their pods," she'd explained, taking the lead through the hall. Some of the doors had been locked shut, completely via keycards. Others were normal doors, which meant there would be nothing of real interest inside of them.
One of the doors, however, had been dented and banged up. The one beside it, completely ripped apart by something. Must have been where the BOW escaped. She'd stepped over the debris and slid a hand along the archway of the door before pushing herself in.
"I don't think I've caught your name," she said to him.
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Post by Marc Firewing on Feb 8, 2012 0:31:41 GMT -5
He followed the female, stepping calmly down the hall, scanning all over the place. Looking down at the ground, there was a leaking trail of the Hunter's blood as he followed it slightly passed her. She suddenly spoke again asking about his name and he looked to her, then forward and crouched down to check the droplets of blood.
"Evan. Yours?"
He didn't truly care that she knew his name, Evan was so focused on the trail of blood than anything else. Looking down the hall, he aimed his weapon with the flashlight down, seeing no trace of the Hunter and lowered his weapon slightly.
"Seems Umbrella's been busy. Guess the pets were ****ed without their food after so long."
He cracked a joke, continuing down the hall as he followed the trail and looked left and right down the fork he came to. Looking left and right, he stopped and then looked back at her, tilting his head somewhat.
"Where's the way to the basement? I don't have time to sit around and explore, we'll do that after we take care of the survivors."
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 8, 2012 21:34:18 GMT -5
Marion nodded when he'd told her his name. She'd looked down at her watch, momentarily, before looking back up. "Marion." she said shortly after. She'd walked on ahead of him, down the dark hall way, shining her flashlight around the halls to ensure they'd been completely alone. Those B.O.W.s were tough to catch. Evan began to comment about Umbrella's 'pets' and then went on about asking where the basement had been.
She'd nodded her head forward at the end of the hall where a small, metal, staircase had dipped into another electronically locked door. It was wider and larger than the others.
"There's an elevator that takes us there. It might work considering some of the doors were working....can't help but feel like we're being f*cked with, though," she told him, clenched her fingers tighter around the light.
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Post by Marc Firewing on Feb 10, 2012 0:57:05 GMT -5
"As far as I'm concerned, this entire thing is a trap. Something about that guy didn't seem right, like there was something more he wanted to tell us. Besides, last time I got in an elevator I got swarmed with infected."
He heard distant running throughout the ceiling, whatever it was in the vents was having the time of its life apparently. Looking down at the electronic lock, he pulled out his U.S.S. card, keeping the identity of the card facing away from her. Sliding it through the lock, it gave a really distorted unlocking beep as the sound of the door unlocking could be heard.
"Seems it still works, who would've thought. I didn't think these bases were kept up to date."
Sliding his U.S.S. card key into his pocket once more, he looked to Marion and nodded his head towards the door. This method was a way of putting her more in harms way than his own life.
"After you."
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 11, 2012 3:31:09 GMT -5
Marion walked in without any trace of hesitance or reluctance, she couldn't get infected so what the hell? She'd heard the sounds of something moving around in the elevator shaft, however. Her ears were pretty sharp, sharp enough to hear the clicking of talons on metal...but these elevators were built to last, no way anything was breaking into it or out of it. She knew that from first hand experience.
Upon finding nothing inside the spacious elevator, she'd waited for Evan to get in and closed the elevator doors. Strangely some of the buttons had been missing, all but the B1 and 3F buttons. From the looks of it, someone had been fiddling with them, pried them off or something.
She'd traced her fingertips over the scratches and grunted. "Some things never change..."
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