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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Aug 9, 2009 23:33:31 GMT -5
Richard Doucette: "Emily? Is that you? Glad to hear your safe. Feel free to radio in anytime. *Yawn*"
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"All clear for take off, get us in the air..." Arc moved into the back of the chopper as it rose off the ground. Kneeling against the inside, he sorted out his magazines and ammunition, replacing anything he had lost, and set out everything to be strapped up for when they landed. Deviding his own stuff up with the extra supplise hed collected over time, Arc hollered up to Emily after she was done speaking on the radio.
"You should make sure your weapons are all loaded before we land..." Afte doing this, Arc moved back up to the pilot front, grabbing the radio from Emily as he passed by. Reaching thr from, he leaned on the seat, and then spoke directly to the pilot. "Im not exactly sure where this place is, but im sure the girl will tell is when were close. Just wait for the signal."
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Post by NotAvailable on Aug 10, 2009 2:04:39 GMT -5
Emily smiled and nodded. "Will do, Mr. Douchette. Just wanted to let ya know we're fine. I'll let you get some rest."
A bit after that, Arc had grasped onto the radio as he passed her by. The woman raised an eyebrow and looked down at her now empty hand, then up at him. "Thanks," she muttered.
Upon hearing his statement, she nodded, pulling her handgun out and checking it's clip. It was still full. She had reloaded before she parted ways with the others. Asforher shotgun, she was completely out of ammo for that. Pulling the strap over her chest, she kept her side arm drawn.
"What girl are you talking about?" she asked dumbfounded.
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Aug 10, 2009 5:58:22 GMT -5
[You do leaving post now.]
"You, chika... We'll need your directions once were in the state. Keep your eyes peeled, and let us know when were close." Arc looked down upon the landscape. It was so different not seeing any chaos, he hadnt left Raccoon City from this direction yet. The Western USA was definitly hit pretty hard, all the ships bringing on infected products and the like.
"Hey Emily, where will you go if this place your headed is overrun aswell? Ive seen a lot of safe stations from the sky get wipes out, some are even still broadcasting on the radios." Arc didnt mean to sound like all hope was lost, but hes seen it happen many times, the outcome was always the same. But he hoped that this place was indeed safe, it would be good to give himself a day off, aswell.
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Post by Winters on Jan 4, 2012 23:37:06 GMT -5
[Enter from Library Ruins]
Since Daniel was being up front about himself, it was only right that Arc would do the same. But that wasnt how he did things. He wouldnt make up lies, but he certainly would tell him all of his secrets, it was just a little hard for him to be this close to anybody. Yet somehow, it felt like it made sense, for once in his life it made sense to share something about himself. "South America, 1984. I was part of resistance group for the homeland. Im just as much an American, but nationality doesnt mean anything anymore. I fought for my country since I was only young, things were different back then. I took my leave when the outbreak spread in 1998, the chance to escape, start a new life."
The trip was a lot faster than predicted, Daniel knew how to drive, and knew the route fairly well, which made things a lot easier. The both of them shared stories, nothing really that meaningful, but practical. It seemed they both came from completely different backgrounds, but in the end, they did what they knew was right. Its that which showed them that they werent much different, each had a sense of justice. "Of course, life didnt change much. People still killed each other for supplies. The only difference now is that weve got dead people walking around, but at least they dont shoot back at you, right?" Arc never tried to be comical, but for Daniel, he had to try. Its hard to come across a straight arrow in these dark, dark times. Maybe spending time with him would pay off.
The car pulled into the coul de sac, and it was then that Arc instantly got out and scanned the area for any signs of infected. It was clear, just as he had predicted. The corner of the area held a dumpster, and inside was a full can of gas, overful with fuel. Raising it out surprisingly effortlessly with one hand, Arc brought it over to the squad car, and rest it on the ground. "Just as I promised. Fill it up, and keep whatevers left for an emergency."
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Post by Darth Revan on Jan 6, 2012 20:35:47 GMT -5
After observing Arc carry the heavy gasoline can with no problem, Daniel picked up the can of gas, opened up the gas lid, and began filling up the tank. To his surprise, the tank was actually much heavier than it looked. Arc carried it seemingly without any effort, while Daniel needed to use both hands to pour it into the car. From what he could tell, Arc was a lot stronger than he had previously believed. It was a good thing the two of them got along, otherwise Arc would be quite the challenge in a battle. That was one of the good things about the outbreak, though. It seemed as if many of the survivors he had met had a feel for what was right, Arc being the primary example. Unfortunately, there wasn't anything else good about the infection rampaging across the world.
When the tank was full, Daniel put anything that was left of the gasoline can into the trunk and hopped back into the driver's seat. "Alright, you're going to have to direct me from here. Because of the outbreak, it's been a long time since I've actually left the city."[/color] he said, and pulled out of the coul de sac. "So what'd someone like you come back to Raccoon City for? There's not much left for anybody other than the undead. We've got a lot of them here."[/color]
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Post by Winters on Jan 6, 2012 21:58:00 GMT -5
"Other end of the street..." Arc pointed in the opposite direction. It was a very small community, and it only had one main road leading through it. The rest were all private property and the like, which was pretty much all owned by the infected by this point. The lack of activity was very uncanny, since there didnt even see to be much infected around either. Its been long enough, people shouldve already started to occupy buildings. If he cared more than he did, Arc wouldve been busy getting the entire town barricaded off, but being this close to Raccoon City, it wouldve been overrun in a matter of months anyway.
"I was with the BSAA, probably earned myself STARS rank by now. I got separated from my unit a few months back, havent kept in contact with them since..." This was the truth, although not the entirety of it. "...They never came back for me, so I never bothered trying to regroup. Im more toned to working on my own, traveling alone, and killing those infected on my own. The BOW go down just as easy so long as you know how to take them out, and are prepared for the worst..." Strangely enough, Arc didnt even so much as have a bag with him, or even a sidearm. The only thing was his rifle, a zippered pocket full of rounds, a spare magazine, and his bowie knife. "Ive everything I need right here with me. I guess whatever else comes is an added bonus." But he never even references food and water, he was forgetting how to act around other survivors.
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Post by Darth Revan on Jan 7, 2012 19:46:01 GMT -5
"The B.S.A.A.? Had it not been for my staying here in the city, I would have gone straight to them. Fighting off the T-Virus, everyone working with them can be called brave."[/color] Daniel said while turning the car in the opposite direction. It seemed as if his respect for Arc grew rapidly within him. Not only did Arc have the the same sense for justice, but he also worked for an organization who's goal is to protect the innocent people of the world from the apocalypse it was in now. It almost seemed as if he was too good of a person, but that couldn't be true, could it? At least Daniel think he was too good of a person. He believed that if the world was full of people like Arc, perhaps they wouldn't have been in the same situation as they were now. It was too late to figure that out, though.
"Getting closer?"[/color] Daniel asked Arc for directions towards where they were heading next.
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Post by Winters on Jan 7, 2012 23:55:04 GMT -5
The BSAA had been his prime line of work, or at least the most justifying work. Fighting for your country doesnt always mean fighting for justice, there was a lot more to it than that. The early years, he was given a gun, and told to shoot. It wasnt until he was in his teens that he started actually doing something he wanted to do. Arc was old enough to not fear death when he turned eighteen, and had already killed more men than he could count.
"Stop here!" The car slid to a stop almost instantly, and skillfully against a curb near the end of the street. Before the engine even turned off, Arc had quickly opened the door and closed it, running into an open doorway. It wouldve been a little bit of a confusing action for Daniel, but Arc knew exactly what he was doing. Pulling out his knife, he dispatched an infected, cutting it at the neck to separate its head. Two more followed after that, and even more quicker than the first. By the time the were killed off, he listened, and knew there wasnt anymore in the building. By the time he got back down to the ground floor, Daniel had been at the door. He wouldnt apologized for taking so long, but he really only did it in under thirty seconds, which would merit another lie. "Its clear, they were dead inside already."
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Post by Darth Revan on Jan 8, 2012 9:51:17 GMT -5
While Arc rushed through the doorway and brutally slaughtered the zombies, Daniel just stood there, watching in shock. "Jesus Christ,"[/color] he said, "That was the quickest I've ever seen anyone kill three zombies. Maybe I need to get out more or something."[/color] walking through the doorway into the large estate, Daniel looked around. The building was huge, like Arc had told him as they were driving. Other than the bloody corpses on the ground, Daniel didn't see any sign of anyone else being here recently. Dust-covered the ground, validating Daniel's thoughts. The only footprints in the dust were that of the creatures Arc had just dealt with, and his own. While objects of worth hung around the walls, they weren't of worth during the outbreak. He didn't see anything he could really use yet, but hopefully there would be more. Supplies had been one of the reasons he came in the first place.
"So what is it that we're doing here?"[/color] he asked. "I'm pretty sure we didn't drive all this way for a simple nap, though a nap would also be really nice."[/color] Daniel couldn't remember the last time he had been able to sleep without being woken up in the middle of the night. It felt like years had past since he last was able to actually sleep without any worries of being attacked by the undead, or being needed by his fellow officers. It was a hard-life he lived, but it was his hard-life.
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Post by Winters on Jan 8, 2012 15:30:00 GMT -5
Arc didnt really want to gloat, but a smirk did come across his face. It was the first in a long time, even though it wasnt really something to be proud of, if got the job done quickly and quietly. However, this wasnt the estate that he needed to get to, just pick up some supplies from. Most importantly, his medication. With the blood matting his knife, Arc wiped it off on the sofa in the living room before putting it back into his sheath. But at the that point, he realized that there was blood on his own shirt from the previous kills, getting dirty wasnt unavoidable if you were going to use your knife.
It was when Daniel mentioned sleep that Arc lift up the couch and flipped it against the doorway. Both to barricade it, and to reveal the floorboards crookedly placed. After removing them completely, he jumped down under the house, and tossed up several duffel bags, speaking to Daniel while he search around for more. "Take whatever you need. Ammunition, preserved food, batteries, should find all sorts in there." Looking up and out of the hole in the living room, Arc could tell that his new friend was pretty shocked about the hidden stash, but at this point, Daniel was going to learn very quickly that Arc was more than just a survivor. Before he could even ask, Arc spoke. "Take what you need, maybe a little more, this isnt my cache of supplies. A friend of mine hid them around different parts of the city, for emergencies. I got the map in my head. You can probably tell im not the kind of guy who takes a favor and doesnt give something back in return. Gasoline is one thing, but I a resupply of whatever you need should do fine. Take some more for your family, or whoever else you know. Let them know never to give up hope."
There had been over one hundred of these caches in and around the Raccoon City area. A lot of them were hidden back before the outbreak even started back up, just in case this whole thing did happen again. For ten years, people fought to stay alive, lived every single moment grasping for the small chances. It was easy to be disappointed, most of the survivors knew the outbreak would return, they just didnt know when. The difference between the outbreak of 1998 and the outbreak now? Most of the world was already prepared for it to happen. The population was already cut down from before, and exterminated. This time around, the world was already fifty fifty, but that would sway on either side of the scale for a whole generation.
"We can stay until sunrise if youd like. So long as we stay quiet, there wont be any infected bothering us." Climbing out of the hole, Arc put the floorboards back over it, and then sat down in the corner of the room with his rifle in his hands. Taking it apart piece by piece, he inspected it. Learning how to properly maintain your gun was the key to making sure it didnt jam when it needed to be fired. The only reason Arc carried a rifle was to pick off the infected quietly from a large distance. Any that got up close and person would be killed easily enough using his knife, keeping your distance was the way to go. At that moment, Arc looked at the window, knowing the infected were out there, but didnt know they were inside here.
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Post by Darth Revan on Jan 9, 2012 19:11:16 GMT -5
Daniel followed Arc, stepping into the cleverly-hidden compartment. Within, it was as if he had just stepped into a small supermarket. Ammunition, food, water, whatever Daniel needed during the outbreak, this small compartment had it all. It took a bit of searching, but after a while of digging through the food, he found what he had been looking for: beef jerky. Ripping the bag open, he dug through and took out the biggest, juiciest piece he could find, and immersed it within his mouth. Pleasantries were something that Daniel normally wouldn't have a chance to enjoy, but now, he had as much time as he needed to savor the moment. Greedy, he stuffed his pockets with as many bags of the jerky as he could fit. Thankfully, the zombies would probably not be attracted towards the smell of meat until he opened it, due to the plastic sealing off the scent, so he had no problem with carrying it around with him. Hell, if the time came for it, perhaps he could even use the jerky as a distraction.
At the mention of bringing things for his family or friends, Daniel stopped for moment. Family was something he hadn't been around for a while. Everyone he had ever known or cared about was either dead, or missing, missing meaning that they were most likely dead anyways. Flashbacks of the ones he loved being eaten alive in front of him haunted him for a moment, before he shook it away. No matter what he did, he couldn't change the past. The thought of him being able to save them if he had only had more time horrified him, but it was true. Had he not been out drinking at the time of the second outbreak, he may have been able to do something about the deaths of his loved ones.
No longer thinking about it, Daniel looked around for anything else that he could find. While Arc was fixing up his weapon, Daniel found a few ammunition boxes that would work nicely with his handgun. Feeling happy with his find, he climbed back out of the hole following Arc, who was busy fixing up his rifle. Taking a seat in the corner across from Arc, he began to doze off, when he was suddenly brought back into reality by the sound of glass shattering. Looking at Arc and then back in the direction the sound came from, he drew his handgun and asked,"Do you know this building well?"[/color] he asked. If Arc knew much about the building, the two of them might be able to interpret where the crash may have originated from.
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Post by Winters on Jan 10, 2012 0:44:37 GMT -5
It was when Daniel sat down that Arc figured the man was fairly tired. He hadnt slept in almost a month, but that was because of his condition. Coffee, pills, drugs, its what kept him going. Speaking of which, he still needed to grab that medication from the upstairs bathroom. When Daniel had seemingly dozed off, or at least turned his brain off and readied for sleep, Arc quietly jumped up and learned his rifle against the wall. After reaching the top floor, he went into the bathroom, and opened up the cabinate. Inside, the medium sized bottle, pull of those pills he needed, wanted, longed for almost a week. Whithdrawl was what made him arrogant and uncaring, and also killed his accuracy with the rifle, as well as cut down his reaction time.
Going back down to the first floor, Arc popped open the lid, and then downed three of the pills, chewing them a few time before swallowing. Closing his eyes, he leaned against the wall, and tried to listen for the sounds of the infected outside. It was the only thing that could be heard, but it was almost peaceful. He was used to it by now, it was completely natural. The sound broken glass on the other hand, that caught his attention. When Danile sprung up and asked if he knew the place, Arc raised his fist and arm in sign that represented to stay put and quiet. Peeking around the corner to the room past the kitchen, he seen the figure coming through the window, but it wasnt an infected. At first thought, the backyard was clear of the walkers, meaning entering the house wouldve been best done through that window, whoever was trying to get in knew about the contents of this place, otherwise they wouldnt even bother, right?
Daniel had his gun raised at the corner, waiting for something to pop out, he was ready and Arc was grateful that the man was on the ball. But there was two distinct sounds, one from a sneaker, the other a wooden pole. Then another set of footsteps, and that was followed by a voice. "The undead are piled up outside, somebody is in here, I knew it, Amanda." By the way the man walked, it seemed he had a cane, which wasnt something he was used to hearing in a zombie outbreak. Finally after a minute, Arc tapped Daniel on the shoulder, and nodded, they were both ready to make an appearance. In a second, the two came around the corner, Daniel with his handgun drawn, Arc in a combat stance his his knife.
Arc wouldve hollered for them to lower their weapons, but neither of them had anything on them. The girl looked around twenty years old, while the man was obvious disabled, either of them were a threat. "Get away from the window, now!" Arc lowered his blade, ordering the two of them into the living room. Between the broken glass and the infected, they could smell the living, and would be in that window within minutes had they stayed there long enough. They keeped their voice down, and followed into the large room with the stash opened, which Amanda wasnt too trilled that somebody else found out about it. "Looters, robbing this place, mustve seen us leeching off of it. Am I right?" The teenager spoke out, but than noticed that one of them was a cop. "RPD? You guys heard out distress call on the radio?"
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Post by Darth Revan on Jan 10, 2012 18:50:45 GMT -5
At the sight of the young woman and the old man, Daniel lowered his weapon, no longer feeling threatened. As the girl spoke about her distress call from over the radio, Daniel realized that the radio had been turned off the entire time. Embarrassed, he simply answered her question with, "My cruiser's radio was damaged, rendering it useless. I was heading to get it repaired when I met him."[/color] he pointed at Arc. "Then we came here, hung around for a while, and you two came busting in through the windows. Not exactly the most polite of entrances, but I guess manners went out the door as soon as the first person dropped dead in this chaos."[/color] a small chuckle escaped his mouth. Looking at the old man, who had obviously been disabled for sometime, the good-Samaritan in Daniel came out. "Is there anything we can do to help the two of you?"[/color] he asked.
Suddenly, the sound of many more windows breaking echoed across the home, followed by the monotone moans of the undead. With a raise of his weapon, Daniel said, "Perhaps we can talk more later, right now we'd better get a move on."[/color] Looking around the corners, it seemed as if every exit on the first floor was flooded by a limitless supply of the zombies. From Daniel's point of view, there were only two viable solutions to the danger they had just encountered. They could attempt to shoot there way out of the house and return to his cruiser, but if there were some zombies who hadn't been attracted by the scent of human flesh, then they would surely end up investigating the loud series of gunshots. Their second option was to head up towards the second floor, and attempt to escape through the windows there. Looking at the old man, who appeared to be disabled, Daniel realized that the second choice might not work nearly as well. In a rush to make his decision, he went with his first thought.
"You two,"[/color] he said, pointing at the two Arc and him had just encountered, "stick behind us."[/color] he said, and began to proceed through the door they entered from. By now, there were almost a dozen of them flooding through the building. In an attempt to secure an exit, he fired at the zombies closest to the pathway towards the door, but it was as if every one he killed, three more would take its place. "Hey Arc, got any plans for this scenario?"[/color] he said both sarcastically and seriously in a strange mix.
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Post by Winters on Jan 10, 2012 19:25:36 GMT -5
When Daniel had been playing good cop with the two survivors, Arc moved around the house, listening to the infected. They were raged now, caught their scent, it would be all over unless they got out now while they had the chance. Before he could say anything though, the windows burst, it was already too late now. Arc didnt speak, Daniel seemed to be doing a good job at being the leader, which was a nice trait to have. Pushing past two of the infected, he grabbed his rifle, and slung it around his back, locking it into place. By this time, the two survivors had already booked it for the upstairs, knowing that it would be the only exit left.
As Dodge passed by the soldier, he couldve sworn that he had recognized him from somewhere before, but it wasnt the time to be thinking about that. Him and the girl Amanda made it upstairs, and she was already working on one of the windows, knowing that side of the house was a safe drop, so long as it was clear. But Dodge wouldnt be able to make the drop with his leg, and even if he did manage to land without more injury, theres not a chance he could escape the infected quick enough. "Simon, im going to jump out next chance I get, lure the walkers away from the house as best I can. Should give you enough time to book it back to the house, warn the others." Putting the face out of his mind, Dodge called down to the cop and the other man, telling them theyre plan. "Were getting out the back, theres a house at the end of the street, its gated off, theres other inside."
Arc didnt respond, but he was well aware of the fact they were going to get to safety, they werent stupid. Anybody still alive this long was alive for a reason, and given the girls age, she mustve grown up in the wound of the broken United States. Once he was alerted that there were others though, Arc knew they were at the Jefferson Estate, and knew that it made his own goals that much more complicated. But for now, Daniel and him needed to fight, the stairs was flooded now, and the two were in the kitchen, pinned down. The only reason Arc hadnt pressed forward was because he was scared of losing control, but at this moment, there wasnt really any time to ponder. He just had take the chance.
Ripping a pipe from the kictchen sink, Arc tossed it to Daniel. "Work on opening the back door barricade, ill hold off the infected!" Pulling out his knife, he blocked out all sounds, and focused on the undead. The blade ripped through them, brutally, like a not knife through butter. Arms were separated, legs severed, head decapitated. Blood, gore, sinew, bones, organs, pulmonary systems, all lined the floor in front of the kitchen. Arc hadnt even realized that he was under a frenzy, but luckily he had taken the narcotics before hand, otherwise it wouldve been out of control. Again and again, he slaughtered the oncoming infected, waiting for Daniel to give him the alert that the barricade was open, and they were ready to move on. Daniel would have to lead the way, almost tear Arc away from the infected at this point, as they were grappling onto him, one or two biting at his shoulder.
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Post by Darth Revan on Jan 11, 2012 8:27:11 GMT -5
"Work on opening the back door barricade, ill hold off the infected!"
Daniel caught the pipe Arc had thrown to him, and immediately swung it, the pipe clashing with the skull of one of the infected. Pieces of the cracked skull began to fall off the head of the zombie, with the zombie following with his pieces. He looked back at Arc, who had just told him to open up the back barricade. "Alright,"[/color] he acknowledged Arc's command, "Keep on fighting."[/color] he said, before making his way towards the barricade in the back. Only a few zombies had made it through the windows in the back, with the majority of them being in the front towards Arc. With a few swings of his pipe, all of the infected in the back near the exit had been dropped, their blood soaking deep into the carpeted floor.
Arriving at the back, he took notice of how pathetically it had been barricaded. All that stood in his way was a large couch, which left him wondering what the hell whoever barricaded the room was thinking. Dropping his pipe on the ground, the carpet muting the large crash that would be expected, Daniel moved towards the right side of the couch, put his hands up against it, and pushed. He then realized why it was that they had chosen to barricade using the couch, it must have weighed several hundred pounds. Again he pushed, with no success. "Damn it."[/color] he cursed under his breath. Arc was probably surrounded by now, Daniel didn't want to let him down. With a deep breath, he pushed against the couch and it began to slowly inch in the opposite direction. After about 30 seconds, it was clear of the doorway.
"Arc, it's open!"[/color] he shouted across the hall. Walking down the hall, as if to meet him, he saw Arc. Daniel's suspicions were correct, he surrounded by now. With a clear exit out of the area, Daniel drew his weapon and fired ten shots with precision into the zombies around Arc, all of them dropping to the ground with bullet wounds to the head. "We have to get going."[/color] he said, knowing that what he had just done had probably attracted of the undead. With a clear exit, he wasn't afraid, though.
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