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Post by NotAvailable on Jan 31, 2012 3:31:23 GMT -5
Loud sirens had blared throughout the city, had to be a few squad cars or an ambulance on the next block, atleast that's what Criss could only assume. With the pounding rain and the sirens, it was deafening. So much that she hadn't noticed the violent fight breaking out between the two men. When the sirens began to fade, she'd heard the loud cracking and crash of what sounded like glass.
Looking back with her knife drawn and her other arm defensively extended, expecting the unexpected, she'd seen the giant man taking out the other with a bottle that was now being cracked over the other's head.
"---the f*ck?" she'd muttered when she'd suddenly heard the other woman from earlier screaming about a group of people stammering out from an alleyway and a crappily parked bus. A knife wasn't going to do sh*t against that many,hence why Criss managed to jog back over to the bar, shuffling through her jeans pockets for change.
"Can't believe no one's called the f*ckin' cops...incompetent f*cks....Christ..." she'd muttered about the bar goers whom were still spasming out.
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Post by Mikey on Feb 6, 2012 0:29:56 GMT -5
As Samuel stood up and looked around the street, noticing the dozen or so people walking toward, he raised his broken bottle. He was ready to stand and fight, but the smarter and more sober part of his brain told him how bad an idea that would be, so he quickly made his way inside.
Shutting the door and locking it, he looked around for something to barricade it with. Finally settling his eyes on the pool table at the back of the room, he ran there and pushed through everyone who had previously been enjoying a game. He was able to push it along the floor, the scraping noise drowning out all other noise in his ears.
When it was against the doors and he was fairly sure that it would hold up, he looked back toward the crowd. Mainly, Keira and Criss.
“We need to get out of here.” He said, sobering up more and more by the minute.
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Post by Caliber on Feb 6, 2012 0:31:17 GMT -5
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Post by Rhinn on Feb 13, 2012 19:17:28 GMT -5
[Kyle Jacoby enters 12th Armstrong St from RCPD]
Kyle swerved around another wrecked car and tried to keep his pace up. But they way that the city had gone to hell in such a short time, he had to slow down. He had given up on stopping for each body that lain on the ground. He had done that at first and after nearly losing a hand to a snapping mouth, he now only stopped when he heard voices. When he left RCPD, the radio had been a chaos of screaming and yelling, punctuated with gunshots. Now, as he entered Armstrong St, it was eerily quiet. In the back of his mind, Kyle wondered how many of his friends and police officers were now dead… or as he had seen to his dismay, arisen to attack others.
Halfway down the street, Kyle cursed under his breath. Then he screamed out. The road ahead was blocked with an overturned bus. The undead, the infected, whatever you wanted to call them, were shambling in the streets, streaming toward random buildings. He was about to back up when he heard shots and cries for help. Knowing that certain death waited him outside, but remembering that he swore to uphold the law and protect the citizens of Raccoon City, Kyle turned off his car and grabbed his gun. He stepped out and immediately took aim at one of the shamblers and took its head off with a shotgun blast. Part of him felt guilty. What if they can be saved, he had thought the first time he had taken one down. What if this is reversible? But somehow, deep down, he knew that there was no coming back from having your innards ripped out and eaten. Even if they could come back, they would be dead anyway.
More shots sounded off, and Kyle took off toward it in a light jog. As he rounded a corner, he saw a shop owner hunkered down at the door of his shop, holding a side by side while his wife held a revolver. They were shooting at a group of 4 shamblers who were advancing on them and their daughter. Kyle called out to them.
“Shoot them in the head!”
The man looked around and saw Kyloe. He nodded and then shouldered his gun and pulled the trigger. The head of the nearest shambler exploded and the body went down. The wife shots at the heads of the undead, but her shots went wild. Kyle was careful to not get caught in their line of fire and popped off a few shots, downing a few of them. The wife was lucky to score a hit and down the last one.
With nothing in the vacinity, Kyle jogged over to the family, reloading his shotgun.
“We have to get out of here. There are more down the street… more than we could actually fight off.” He looked around a bit the stores and buildings in the area. There was a bar, but the front of it had been bashed in and undead were filling it. There were other shops with glass windows which wouldn’t do much for them as far as protection was concerned. Then there was an Apartment Complex.
“Come on. If we can make it there, then maybe we can get to the upper floors and signal for help. We have a few helicopters and they may see us.”
With his his group larger, he began to make his way toward the Apartment Complex.
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Post by RedfieldFanboi on Feb 14, 2012 7:04:52 GMT -5
[OOC: Figured to just jump in. If it's an issue, I can always make an exit. Profile linked in my signature.]
Sweat beaded in thin streams on the sides of Jamie's head and his breathing rasped out raggedly through clenched teeth. Admittedly he'd seen some nasty things in his time, but nothing compared to what he witnessed in Raccoon City and what he saw shook him to his core.
Men, women and children staggered through the streets like lost souls; moaning hungrily and falling upon those who had yet to succumb to whatever horrible fate had befallen the rest, sinking their teeth in and tearing away chunks of flesh. It was a sadistic feast that he witnessed; the people of Raccoon caught up in a cannibalistic orgy of unbelievable proportions.
Click. Jamie snapped a picture of an overturned car that burned with a small fire; the driver crawling out from under the wreckage on the street. His heart pounded in his chest like a hammer, but his hands didn't shake as he took the photograph; some kind of zen-like peace washing over him the moment the viewfinder reached his eye. It was as if the world drifted away when he looked through the camera lens, placing him a safe distance away.
Click. He took another picture; that time of a woman eating her recently deceased toy poodle.
Screams and gunshots around a corner drew his attention and his eye came away from the viewfinder, once again throwing him head first into reality. He didn't want to be alone. He didn't want to die alone.
James looked around and picked up his pace, his camouflage knee-length shorts swishing as he jogged; clutching his camera as it dangled from the shoulder strap and keeping it from slamming painfully into his chest with each heavy footfall.
The noises had come down an alleyway and around the corner and he carefully followed it, while avoiding the slow, shambling grasp of the former denizens of Raccoon. His pace slowed as he entered the dark alley and the smell of garbage mixed with the persistent smell of rotting fruit. Their smell. The smell of death.
James slowed to a stop as he spotted the body on the ground, wearing paramilitary fatigues; black, with white and red patches on the sleeves. Aside from the unmistakable hole in his head, the other thing to catch his eye was the man's pistol; still holstered on his hip and without hesitation, James knelt and worked to undo the soldier's belt and robbed the corpse of its weapon.
He looked around nervously, overcome with unwanted guilt as he robbed the dead and swallowed hard, hoping that no one watched him while he fastened the belt around his own waist and checked the gun. It was a Beretta 9mm; something he was familiar with from his time with the US Army and he nodded to himself, checking the safety and re-holstering the weapon. He gave one last nod to the soldier and shook his head, moving on and continuing in the direction of the noises he heard.
Chaos ensued on the neighbouring street and James withdrew the weapon, swallowing a lump in his throat and carefully looking around. He paused in his march and fought panic, running a hand over the short hair on his head and wiping away sweat with the back of his arm. Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement coming toward him and turned his head slowly, his eyes widening when he saw that the man reach for him with gnarled fingers and staring into him with lifeless eyes.
By reflex, the gun came up and bucked in his hand, letting out a pop as it fired. The close distance guaranteed a hit and the shambling form took it in the side of the chest, causing it to spin awkwardly with the bullet's impact, but did little to slow its advance.
James' stomach heaved and almost at the point of sheer panic, he aimed higher and pulled the trigger again. The gun bucked. The pop crackled in the air. The bullet smashed into the man's face, leaving a blossom of red and black, like some kind of abstract flower painting and the man tumbled backward like a marionette that had its strings cut.
The world spun and James immediately knelt over and threw up. It was the first time he'd ever shot anyone and he squeezed his eyes shut.
“We have to get out of here. There are more down the street… more than we could actually fight off.”
James heard the voice and he looked up and over, following the sounds of the living. He took a deep breath; wiped his mouth with his bare arm, the gun still clutched tightly in his hand and he ran. He weaved around the ruined cars and the staggering silhouettes of citizens and smiled inwardly when he saw the police uniform.
"Thank god." He muttered to himself, gathering what little strength he had to speak up over the chaos. "Hey! Boy am I glad to see someone else normal!
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Post by Rhinn on Feb 15, 2012 0:34:35 GMT -5
"Hey! Boy am I glad to see someone else normal!"
Kyle spun and nearly fired off a shot in the direction of the voice. Luckily, he had enough presence of mind to keep his finger from tightening on the trigger. Coming around the corner was another man, camera in one hand, pistol in the other. He looked shocked but the fact he was talking meant that he was still human.
In spite of all that was going on, the world heading to hell, people eating people, the comment the man made about being normal made Kyle laugh.
"Come on. We're headed toward those Apartments over there." Kyle pointed up the block. He was jogging towards it with the shop owners in tow.
"Name's Kyle."
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Post by RedfieldFanboi on Feb 16, 2012 11:37:26 GMT -5
The cop turned, seemingly ready to fire and Jamie slowed his pace and looked around nervously. He seemed in good humour considering their circumstances, but Jamie was still apprehensive about joining in on the laughter.
"Come on. We're headed toward those Apartments over there. Name's Kyle."
He followed the officer's gaze and gave a light nod absentmindedly. After a moment he looked back, making eye contact once again. "Jamie." He said flatly.
His head was spinning from everything that had happened and his gut told him the apartment was a bad idea, but his desire to be around other people won out. After mulling it over, Jamie nodded again. "Shouldn't we try to find a way out of the city?"
His mind kept falling back to thoughts of being trapped inside with no way to escape, all the while assaulted by a growing horde of... he couldn't even bring himself to think it, yet alone say what he knew was on the tip of everyone's tongue.
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Post by Rhinn on Feb 19, 2012 15:30:29 GMT -5
Kyle stopped at the edge of a bus that was stopped up on the curb. Across the street, the Apartment Complex's front doors. There were still the sounds of gunshots and screams and something inside of Kyle made him want to run down the street to help, but he had 3 people depending on him.
"We can't. The roads heading out of the Raccoon City are all jammed and blocked. We wouldn't get anywhere. The best thing to do is hole up until the Army comes in."
Deep down Kyle didn't know if that would ever happen. He looked out around the edge of the bus.
"We got to go. There's a group of them moving this way."
Kyle broke for the front doors crossing the street and waving the others along the way.
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Post by Rhinn on Feb 28, 2012 19:06:36 GMT -5
... and halfway across the street, he skidded to a stop. Emerging from the Apartment doors was a horde of undead, shambling toward him. With the glare of the lights, he hadn't been able to see them... but they had seen him. Now, they were pouring through the door at him and the others.
Changing direction, he headed down the street abit. "Come on, run!" he yelled back at the others. Up ahead loomed the Jackson's Theatre. "To the Theatre!"
He stopped as Jayme led the way and waited for the store owner and his wife as they ran by. Then he turned and fired into the crowd, blowing the head off of one of the front zombies. Then he pumped the shotgun, loading another shell. He triggered another blast and the second zombie went down. Then he ran to catch up with the others.
At the doors he pulled on them. They were heavy and solid... just what they needed. "Quick inside."
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