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Post by Caliber on Apr 9, 2011 20:29:21 GMT -5
Allison walked around the room while listening to Louis speak, stepping over the charred remains of the room. When Louis called her over, she walked out into the main room to see what he was doing. Before she could reply, the building began to rumble. She shot a concerned look at Louis. The rumbling stopped and several voices could be heard above ground. A man called out to another: 'Meet us back here tomorrow night or you're getting left behind'. There was no response. The rumbling began again as the group's vehicle drove off. Footsteps could be heard from the stone staircase leading to the entrance of the underground room. Allison motioned to Louis to stay down. She quickly positioned herself behind the room's entrance. A man in a large, white hazmat suit cautiously entered the room. He was carrying a large, military flamethrower. He was completely alone. Allison quietly unsheathed her knife as the man continued walking deeper into the room. On the other side of the room, Allison could not make out Louis in the dim, flickering lights. Allison slowly approached the man from behind. Once close enough, she jammed her knife into the back of the man's knee, puncturing his suit. He spun around and fell backwards onto his back, screaming in pain. Allison quickly stradled the man's stomach and with a with a single, quick strike to the neck, rendered the man unconscious. She saw Louis emerge from the shadows. She whispered loudly to him.
"Quick, close the door and help me move him!"
Allison gazed down upon the unconscious man. A large Tricell logo covered the majority of the torso of the hazmat suit.
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Post by Winters on Apr 9, 2011 20:48:28 GMT -5
Flicking off the light on his handgun, Louis kept the barrel trained on the scene from behind cover in the darkness. It wasnt until Allison took action and took out the man dressed in a hazmat suit that he holstered his gun and moved to help her. She had already been dragging from the shoulders, so Louis grabbed the mans legs, and then together they brought the body into another room which had been falling down and in complete darkness. The second he was put down, Louis quickly pulled out his gun again, and kept it trained on the doorway, waiting for more movement outside before even so much as peeking out.
While still keeping silent, Louis checked the face of the man in the hazmat suit without Allison noticing, to see if it had been the man he was looking for. Miss, it wasnt the one. Pressing his back against the wall, he listened for movement in the main room, switching his eyes to Allison, almost waiting for a hand signal from her before making any other moves.
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Post by Caliber on Apr 9, 2011 20:59:34 GMT -5
Allison stood in the doorway infront of Louis and the man from Tricell. She raised her left arm and clenched a fist, telling Louis to hold position. She raised her revolver and moved back into the main room. It was quiet, no signs of any remaining threat. She closed and locked the main door leading to the building.
"Alright," she spoke loudly. "So, it was Tricell who destroyed this place. Why? Furthermore, why did they send one guy back an hour later?"
She walked over to the man's body and thought about what to do.
"Looks like we'll have to get our answers from him when he wakes up. Come on, let's find somewhere to restrain him. These doors, you said they were untouched? Let's get them open."
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Post by Winters on Apr 9, 2011 21:16:34 GMT -5
After hearing the sign that it was all clear, Louis released himself from the wall, and than moved into the main room again. There was just one man? Hard to believe, but he didnt hear anybody else coming. They said something about being back by tomorrow night, that gave Allison and him plenty of time to explore this place, and get information from the man, there was no time limit. Another good sign was that there wasnt any sounds of infected, and with the movement, they wouldve been onto anything alive, so the place was clear until those doors were opened up.
"Right, shouldnt be too hard to pick the locks, I would rather not take the risk of firing our guns this far in the city, even in the basement. They start crowding outside of here, and were done for." Louis knew that Allison would understand, at least hoped she would, anyways. But he paid more attention to the man unconsious in the previous room, he could be up anytime within an hour, maybe longer, maybe shorter, it all depends. "Restraints on this guy? Better idea." Louis stepped forward, and than put the mans leg on its side, bent out as straight as possible before giving it a hard stomp. A loud, bone crunching sound emitted from the knee. "Dont think hes going anywhere now, and guarentee we'll know when hes consious again..."
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Post by Caliber on Apr 9, 2011 23:13:40 GMT -5
"Agreed, let's not risk making any loud noises. Can you pick a lock?"
Before Allison could make a suggestion about what to do with the soldier, she heard the loud crack of Louis breaking the man's leg.
"Uh, yeah, that works." She said with a sarcastic chuckle before walking off in a different direction. "Let's just hope he's not too busy screaming in pain when he wakes up to answer any of our questions."
Suddenly, a moan came from the main room. "I'll take care of it", Allison told Louis, bored. She unsheathed her knife and walked casually toward the main room, flipping her knife.
"Here kitty kitty ki-" Allison chanted as she walked in, before being interrupted from the startle of the room not being filled with just one, but nearly a dozen and a half zombies. Less than a few feet a way from her, they stumbled quickly towards her.
Now raising her voice, "s***, s***, s***!" she yelled out as she shuffled backwards, clumsily. She jammed her knife into the skull of the closest zombie. She lost grip of the handle and the zombie fell backwards, lost in the crowd, the knife planted firmly in his skull. Now having no means of silently killing the entire crowd, she unholstered her revolver and pointed it towards the zombies as they quickly stumbled closer, hesitating to shoot. "Louis! f**k the sound, shoot that damn lock off NOW!" Allison yelled down the hallway. Allison began firing into the crowd. Six bullets, six kills, several zombies left standing, not even making a dent in the crowd.
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Post by Winters on Apr 9, 2011 23:41:30 GMT -5
Crouching down before the man, Louis kept his eyes on the man. Removing his face mask, he got a better look at the guy. Staring at his face, intently looking up and down, he studied the man. Turning around to see Allison exploring the hallway with the other door that was locked, he made sure that she wasnt paying attention. Pulling his .45 handgun back out, Louis flicked the safety off, and than put the gun to the mans head, speaking softly to himself. "Its better if she doesnt know..." But before he could pull the trigger, Louis heard the commotion in the hallway, but it was just too dark to notice anything from this distance. It wasnt until he heard the yelling and gunfire that he grit his teeth and sprung into action.
After hearing the sixth shot, Louis pushed Allison out of the way, and then unloaded a good amount bullets into the corpses that were closest, then two single shots into the lock of the door before grabbing his partner and throwing them both inside. Once in the room, Louis closed the door, and placed himself up against the frame, yelling out. "Find something to block it off, now! I cant hold them much longer." Being pushed off from the door a bit, Louis could see arms coming from the cracked open door, and then started to unload bullets through the side. At this point, a bookshelf had been falling from the righthand side, and Allisons voice yelled out. "Move!" Jumping out of the way, the bookcase landed in front of the door, blocking it off perfectly.
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Post by Caliber on Apr 10, 2011 0:28:45 GMT -5
After getting the book shelf in place, Allison backed away from the door. She bent over and held herself up on her knees, started breathing heavily, watching as the zombies continued to throw themselves against it relentlessly.
"There is no way that's going to hold for long."
Allison looked around the room. It was an office of some sort, a long oak desk in the middle and bookshelves along the walls.
"Woah," Allison exclaimed. "Looks like they forgot to burn this area."
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Post by Winters on Apr 10, 2011 0:46:51 GMT -5
"Your right, it wont hold for long, so lets make sure it doesnt break down..." Instantly going for the oak table in the room, Louis managed to flip it over into is side, but when he started to push it toward the doorway, Allison immediately started to help him. In seconds, it was in place, and would no doubt buy them at least another few minutes.
"At least if they get through itll create a choke point where we can just mow them down, or die trying, anyway. You dont seem to be packing anything bigger, so I guess thisll have to do..." While speaking, Louis had ejected the magazine, and slipped it into his jacket pocket. Pulling out a small stock, he attached it onto the back of his gun, and than drew out a larger, extended magazine. Sliding it into place, he moved the gun into its side until hearing a click, switch it into a fully automatic machine pistol. Holding at his shoulder, Louis aimed it at the door, waiting for the infected to burst though. "Unless you have any betters ideas..."
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Post by Caliber on Apr 10, 2011 1:13:40 GMT -5
"Hold on, just wait..." Allison said, trailing off at the end of the sentence. She looked around the room carefully. There was an inconsistency in the wooden wall paneling at the other end of the room.
"There! Look at that!" Allison said as she ran over to the wall. "There are giant vertical notches in the panneling. Escape passage, maybe?" She felt around on the wall, examining the notches.
"There are no hinges. If it's a door, it doesn't open outwards or inwards."
Allison began pushing sideways against it. It budged slightly, but was clearly locked from the other side.
"Ugh, f**k it," Allison said as she walked back a few steps, lifted her leg, and kicked the door as hard as she could. The thin wood cracked and screeched. Allison followed up with 3 more kicks. The wood cracked deeper everytime. On the third kick, the wood snapped and broke inward at the middle. Allison ripped one of the boards away and tossed it to the side of the room.
"Plywood doesn't make very sturdy doors, apparently."
Allison ripped off the rest of the paneling and poked her head into the room, looking for a light switch. On the wall to the right, there was a simple switch. Allison flipped it with one finger and the lights flicked on, illuminating the room. The interior was about as large as a 6x10 foot walk in closet, like a small hallway. Several gunracks lined the walls, various shotguns and assault rifles held up by hooks. There was a metal staircase at the end of the hallway blocked off by wire fencing leading upward. Didn't look as if it led outside, judging by the lack of light, but it led somewhere. "Hey, check it out!" Allison said as she walked down the hallway, looking at the guns. She grabbed a Mossberg Compact Cruiser 12 Gauge Shotgun off one of the racks and began loading shell after shell it into it. from the ammo shelf below. "Take your pick," she chuckled.
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Post by Winters on Apr 10, 2011 1:47:32 GMT -5
Louis had been training his gun on the barricade, and almost lost communication with what Allison was doing. Once the infected had started coming through, he began to open fire in three round bursts, keeping them back from their pair as long as the fifty round magazine would last. At first, Louis thought they were breaking in through the side, but when he glanced over for a second to see Allison breaking through a small opening into the next room, he immediately ceased fire and than followed her into the passage. Standing on the other side now, Louis counted his shots, almost like he was keeping score in his head. It wasnt until Allison found a stash of guns that he drained his magazine, and than drove the gun back into his jacket pocket. The infected were backed off long enough for them to grab all the guns and ammunition they could and leave.
"Like hell im leaving all of this here!" First thing Louis found was a large duffel bag, and began to drive all the guns he could inside of it. Along with all the guns, he piled in the ammunition. It only took a minute or two, but by than, the infected had started coming in already, and Allison was fending off Louis while he did this. Finally strapping the bag over his shoulder, and carrying the mass amount of weight, he picked up a small MP5K, and four magazines, driving them into his jacket pockets. "We gotta move, we cant stay here much longer, you lead!"
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Post by Caliber on Apr 10, 2011 2:16:34 GMT -5
Allison, using the newfound compact shotgun, launched shell after shell into the crowd of zombies.
"There's definitely more here than there originally was, they must be coming from the streets now!" Allison yelled loudly to try and be heard over the gunfire.
On her last shell, she whipped around, aimed at the padlocked wire fence, and blew it open. "Come on!" she yelled.
Allison and Louis ran past the gate. Louis began running up the stairs. Allison slammed the gate shut, delaying the crowd, but it had no lock. She made her way up the stairs alongside Louis. The zombies were slower, stumbling up the stairs, falling over eachother. At the top of the stairs, there was a long stretch of hallway with an upward slanted floor that got wider and wider as it went. At the end, two sturdy-looking steel double doors awaited, partially open. Louis and Allison sprinted down the hallway toward the double doors. Upon reaching them and entering the next room, the zombies were already shuffling up the hallway toward them. Allison and Louis whipped around, both slamming the door on their respective side shut. Allison shoved her shotgun in between the handles of the door, securing it.
Breathing heavily, Allison said: "I hope you grabbed an extra shotgun. I rather liked that thing."
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Post by Winters on Apr 10, 2011 2:44:23 GMT -5
Without wasting ammunition, Louis ignored the remaining zombies, and followed after Allison. The two kept a nice and solid pace up the stairs and then through the hallway, and upon reaching the end, gated the route off. However, after sacrificing her shotgun, Louis left that Allison knew he stuff more than he though. Reaching inside the duffel bag, he pulled out a bigger shotgun, and handed it out to her with an extended arm. "SPAS-12, just for you. Two belts attached to the sides of the gun, but dont worry, I managed to grab quite a bit of shotgun ammo and stuff it inside the bag if you need more."
The barricade of steel had been perminant now, the zombies were going to get through anytime today. Even the single gun off his back had made the bag just that much more lighter. It was definitely slowing him down, but Louis didnt care one bit, this would be the difference between another few weeks of survival, or a few hours at the rate the pair had been going. Hopefully, things would be able to calm down a bit now, they could be able to find a secure room here in the building and bunk for an hour at least. The mission had been a failure for Louis, technically. The amount of zombies, however, he deemed his target to be already dead, theres no way he was still alive in that place. For a man without an agenda, he spoke out to Allison, this time in a less serious tone. "Alright, so what now, dollface? We got lots of guns, and lots of ammunition."
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Post by Caliber on Apr 10, 2011 4:03:34 GMT -5
Allison took the new shotgun and began loading it.
"Now," Allison began. "I have questions."
She looked around the room. It was rather expansive and well lit. The floor was tiled, the lights were built into the ceiling-- flourescent, everything was white and clean. The smell of isopropyl alcohol filled the air, the room had recently been cleaned.
"Why did you decide to come with me? I never understood that. Who even are you, what do you do?"
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Post by Winters on Apr 10, 2011 15:49:45 GMT -5
The room they were in had an uncanny feel to it, it was almost as if somebody was living here. Not so much living here, but using it for something, it was clean. Obviously, the steel gate had been left open, so whoever was using it was more than likely dead now. But judging by the other doorways, where they were located in the building, this place was very secure. Laying down the large duffel bag, and slinging the MP5K onto his shoulder, Louis walked around the place for a minute. Before long though, the silence had gotten the better of the situation, and Allison finally cracked. He was waiting for a question, was never the only to ask them himself, though, he really didnt care who she was or why she was here in the first place.
"To be honest? Im not sure how to answer that honestly. I see a survivor, on their own, I played hero, and figured two is better than one, right? Nah, thats not like me, I couldnt care less about most people, and certainly not a pretty girl like yourself. But your not princess, your battle hardened, I can tell just by the sound of your voice, and how you handle that gun. Your not like the others around Raccoon City ive seen, and trust me, ive seen them all. Personally, I think you care less about keeping yourself alive, and more about killing those walking fleshbags out there..." A bold statement to be made, but Louis knew that it was true. Because he was exactly the same way.
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Post by Caliber on Apr 10, 2011 17:03:52 GMT -5
Allison shot an annoyed look at Louis, then took a moment to think before responding.
"I can handle myself better than most women-- most people. I'm a mercenary; a hired gun. I don't do this for anyone else, I do it for myself."
She maintained a steady, unenthusiastic, borderline angry tone throughout her speaking.
"I didn't lose anybody important to me during the outbreak, I'm not broken, I'm not a sob story like most people. My life continued relatively normally for nearly the first 10 years of the outbreak. I got bored of dropping televisions and refridgerators off of the roof of my condo, so I came out here for a little fun. Not a whole lot more to my story than that."
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