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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 1, 2012 16:48:22 GMT -5
Inside the entryway of the first floor is the reception desk and an eerie statue of a woman drawing water. The blue door to your right takes you straight to the East Hall and the Wooden doors on the left take you to the West Wing and the Lieutenant's Office.
If you're in a hurry, someone has recently used the emergency ladder behind the reception desk. It's still down and completely safe...well the first floor anyway. The second floor balcony, not so much.
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Post by Rhinn on Feb 3, 2012 12:03:19 GMT -5
Well, I guess I should be counting my blessings that I had switched shifts, thought Kyle as he pulled into the parking lot of the police station.
While most people would have just seen a quiet lot and not thought much of it, Kyle knew better. There was always an attendant on hand and there were way too many cars in the lot for that time during the shift. It should be nearly empty.
Kyle pulled his cruiser up to the front forgoing a parking spot. He didn't get out nor did he turn off the car. Instead, he reached for his radio that would connect him with dispath.
== This is Officer Jacoby in Charlie 51, dispatch, over. ==
There was a brief delay and then a voice came back on the line, stressed and highpitched. The fear and dispair was evident in her voice. Kyle recognized the voice, but couldn’t place the name.
“Oh god, they won’t stay down. They just keep coming.” Between her statements, Kyle could hear a raging gunbattle punctuated with the screams of the dying. The last thing he heard before the line with dead, was the lady screaming and an unearthly moan. Then all was silent.
Kyle knew that he should rush in there, fight his way to her and help her out, but part of him knew that she was already dead. Selfishly, he grabbed his phone. He quickly dialed a number and waited, thanking God when his mom answered.
“Mom, get out. Get dad, get his gun and go visit Aunt Harriet in Stoneville. As soon as I can, I will meet you there.”
His mom started to ask questions, but Kyle interupted her. “Mom, go… now. And don’t pick up anyone you don’t know. As he hung up, he sighed and opened the door. These people were like his family as well… and he wasn’t just going to run away from them when they needed him. Cautiously, he made his way to the front door. He had enough presence of mind to get his shotgun and, after making sure it was loaded, he opened the door, stepping into the reception area.
:: EDIT 02/10/2012 ::
Stepping through the door was like stepping back into all the horror movies that Kyle had seen in his entire life. He didn't know if it was worse to be filled with bloodthirsty creatures or, like it was now, completely deserted, doors smashed and phones ringing.
He felt a shudder run down his back and for some reason, he had to fight the urge to run back to his cruiser. Chairs were overturned and the protective glass that separated the public and private sides of the reception were cracked and smeared with blood... on both sides.
"Hello?" the sound came out of Kyle's voice as almost a whisper. He cleared his throat and called out again, much louder.
"This is Officer Jacoby. Is anyone there?"
From somewhere, he heard a moan and a thud. He nearly jumped out of his skin. A hand, bloody and bruised reached up from the receptionist's desk. Kyle made his way to the glass. he was about to open the door when he saw the thing that was connected to the hand.
Thing... not person. Kyle knew he would never be able to classify what he saw as a person. The arm was attached to a body, and it wore a police uniform. But the face of the person had been bitten. It's nose was gone, with black bloody ooze running from it. It's jaw was hanging by one fo the hinges down by its neck. An eye socket was gone and the other eye was milky gray. As it rose up, Kyle saw that a gunshot wound had taken out its stomach.
Still, it acted like they didn't matter. It slammed a bloody paw on the window, trying to get at Kyle. Another hand came up and then another. Soon there were 5 officers, all of who had wounds that they could not have survived, banging on the glass.
Now Kyle considered himself to be a brave person. He had never backed down from dealing with bullies and thugs at school. But now, Kyle ran from the station as fast as he could. As he got to his cruiser, he saw that it wasn't just the police that were affected. Civilians, mostly mauled beyond recognition, stood between him and his cruiser.
"Stop or I'll shoot! You have been contaminated with some sort of radiation or nuclear material." When they didn't listen, he raised his shotgun and took aim at the nearest person. He aimed at their leg and pulled the trigger. The person's leg blew off at the knee and the man fell over.
Unfortunately, that didn't stop him. He acted like it was nothing and continued to crawl toward him. It was now that the moans were reaching him on the wind. He shot another one in the chest, but beyong falling down, it did nothing to stop them.
Panicking, Kyle ran for the cruiser, firing at almost point blank range. One shot actually nailed one of the mob in the head and that put it down for good. As he reached his door, he felt something brush his arm. He screamed and spun, slamming the butt of his shotgun into the face of one of the creatures. It fell back and Kyle got in, slammed the door and started up the car. Putting it in drive, he rammed the last remaining people and headed out.
All over the city, fires erupted and gunshots and screams pierced the silence. All Kyle thought about was his family.
[Kyle leaves the Police Station]
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Post by madjackal on Oct 24, 2012 22:40:12 GMT -5
[Arkady Enters the station]
It was quiet, this all encompassing room. The only hint of life within was the echoing footfalls of boots and....whistling. How many times had he whistled the Anthem of his home country? Of his mother land? The masked man honestly didn't know, what he did know at that moment was that the reception hall was devoid, bereft of life save for himself. Quietly he gave a quick look around the main hall before removing his mask, a look of pleasant composure upon his face as he scratched his chin, finger tips raking against rough black stubble. "I am be thinking, maybe I am being late to the party?" He asked no one in particular, his English less than satisfactory but still capable of getting a point across. That is, if there was anyone else here but himself.
Approaching the desk he heard a shuffling of papers, but he didn't stand still, no, Arkady wasn't the type to sit still and stare or gawk at something as he let his mask dangle from his neck, the motion, not dissimilar to that of a metronome he peered over the desk at the twitching body of a former resident of the fine police force. The only problem was that this person who was missing a better portion of the right side of her face, her cheek had been torn away exposing muscle and sinew and black coagulated blood, staining and defacing what must have originally been a very pretty smile. There was a distinct look on this man's face, a look that was neither fear or confusion. Nay, not even consternation graced his youthful face as he came face to face with one of the many undead denizens roaming the city and the very halls of this building. "I am being very sorry, but, I am having to be killing you now."
There was a high pitched moan and a sudden lunge, followed by the sound of a hoarse rasp and a distinct sudden snap like brittle firewood as his fist found purchase against it's throat as the weighted gloves adorning his hands, gave his already whip like strike a vicious hammer like twist. The windpipe was crushed, the hyoid bone shattered as the carcass of the former receptionist stumbled back against the desk before bouncing forward and like the first time, his fist drove into her face like a ten pound hammer. The sound was loud and distinct, like a baseball bat smashing against a thick wooden tree.
But before it even had a chance to fly back again on it's own, Arkady grabbed it by a tattered sleeve, shoved forward and pinned it to the desk, as blow after blow rained down upon it's skull. The loud sharp cracking echoed through the empty hall as the creature gasped and rattled, the shattered hyoid bone clicking and clattering together as his glove slowly became coated in coagulated blood and rotten flesh as the creature twitched and spasmed, it's brain being shocked by the heavy handed blows until, with a final brutal hit, caved the creatures skull in, it's body letting out one final death rattle as Arkady let it hit the ground with a dull thud.
"Hmm, maybe I am being in the wrong place?" He sighed as he shoved the body aside, pulled the computer chair away from the computer and took a seat. The chair creaking at the rough handed treatment as he took a moment to catch his breath and think of possible locations where else people might have hidden themselves away.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Oct 26, 2012 22:34:43 GMT -5
Brezhnev and his men entered the Reception area of the police station in formation. Two soldiers went up the right side of the hall and two went up the left as Brezhnev and a fifth commando took stance at the entrance, checking the upper balcony for any signs of movement. The four soldiers checking the room point their rifles at a figure seated at the the reception desk.
"Single contact." one of the men announced of the four man team.
"Cover him." Brezhnev ordered, as he brought his attention to the man at the desk. From his dress, he seemed to be one of paramilitary soldiers that Umbrella employed.
"If you give us reason, we will show you why we are worse than the monsters of your employers." Brezhnev said to the man as he made his approach. His rifle, while not directly aimed at the man, was at held in a ready position. "Perhaps, we can help each other out."
The commando that had been at Brezhnev's side stayed at his position by the door, constantly checking to see if their exit was still clear.
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Post by madjackal on Oct 26, 2012 23:36:07 GMT -5
A wonderful time to think and concentrate, this large hallway oh so quiet. The monster put to rest as Arkady leaned in that chair with a yawn. But peace and quiet did not last, six men did enter the hall sweeping with such practised precision that Arkady had to raise an eyebrow and take notice. His first thought was special forces, either former Vympel commando's judging by their gear, or another group of privately trained paramilitary forces. Either way, they were quick and precise. "Introductions are being in order! I know not who you are, how am I to being trustful?"
He locked eyes with Brezhnev and sat up straight, his boot coming to rest furtively on the hand and fingers of the creature he had just recently slain. With a simple motion he began to rock his foot back and forth, the sound of bones and tendons popping and crackling, like dry paper and brittle matchsticks was distinct. "I am not yet meeting the rest of the monstry, so I am not being clear as to how vicious you are." For the longest time, Arkady stared at the man, a relic from a time gone past and nodded before slowly standing to his feet. "I am Sergeant Arkady Vlad Markovic and I am being sorry if I am being bold, but what is it that you are needing me for?"
He asked with no uncertainty in his voice as he merely pressed down on the fingers under his foot with a loud snap. This one the one time Arkady wasn't going to play dumb, knew it would have been dumb to even try and he merely stood there, alert and aware that he was surrounded and all he could do was listen.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Oct 26, 2012 23:54:32 GMT -5
The soldiers kept their weapons upon the man seated as he began to speak with the General. Their faces remained stoic and without emotion as he moved about in the chair, cracking his limbs as he moved in the seat.
"Introductions...." Brezhnev mused. "Even in a warzone, we must keep some of the trappings of civilized men...shouldn't we?" The older man chuckled a bit at this last remark. He looked at the man once more, who had introduced himself as Sgt. Markovic. "My name is General Mikhail Jovanovich Brezhnev.....and you misunderstand...you are just about as necessary for the completion of my task tonight as a fly is to the price of tea in China." As he spoke, his radio began to beep at his side. "Excuse me Sergeant....." he said as he put his hand to his ear.
"Red Fox here.......We are in position.......acknowledged.....No....Return to base, we still have other duties to see to before we can leave....We shall send transmission when extraction is needed, Delta.....That will be all, Delta, over."
Brezhnev looked back at Arkady.
"This city....is a playground to us....a world of death that tests the mettle of men such as us...." He motioned to the men around Arkady. "These men, have time and time again fought in the service of our cause....fought men, fought machines....and thanks to the current circumstances, fought the very nightmares that inhabit the minds of humanity. And during this fighting, it seems that additional firepower will aide us in our cause....
"We have a weapons drop coming in for us. It should arrive in the next half hour. The drop will be made from the air and should land upon the roof top of this very police station. If you were to aide in the securing of these weapons, I may be inclined to share with you some of our equipment. Otherwise....we will be forced to detain you....permanently."
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Post by madjackal on Oct 27, 2012 17:31:44 GMT -5
....A general? Well, this was certainly a surprise to Arkady's ears and for a minute it showed on his face before vanishing back into his usually stoic appearance as he stood up slowly, rose a hand to his head and gave a brief salute. The one thing one couldn't change about Arkady was that he was a soldier and if someone was truly of a higher rank, was it not his inclination, no, his duty, to assist them? "Any time, any mission, any place obshchiy." He spoke with a certainty in his voice, in his words, as he stood there at attention. His rifle wiggling slowly from the movements his body had previously made.
"A playground. I am not having heard of that description before. To describe this as a playground, one would have to be mad. But, I am being a pot, calling the kettle black." He took a brief pause and gave a nod, walking out from behind the desk, black leather boots slick and shiny with coagulated blood. "I am hoping you don't mind if I am just using my hands and knife. I am trying to conserve what little ammunition I am having left." It was true that he was saving his ammunition, the several pouches that had magazines were full and while he had plenty. He had seen how fast one could easily run out during a skirmish with these cannibal freaks. But they were still vulnerable to death like any creature that could bleed. They just needed to be damaged in a more specific way is all.
(obshchiy = General)
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Oct 28, 2012 13:04:35 GMT -5
The sudden show of respect from this man....the salute, the use of the native tongue....had caused a small bit of shock to Brezhnev, although he did not show it. That was shattered at the following remark about his sanity. He clenched his fist at this remark. It had been nearly a decade since anyone had dared, dared to question his motives, to call his mental state into question. Perhaps he had too long been in the midst of men and women who had all been though the same madness as he had.
"But of course....." Brezhnev replied. "Your hand to hand techniques will be useful....in the long run."
As he and Arkady had their discussion, the soldier watching the door turned and faced Brezhnev. Brezhnev, seeing his man turn, watched his hand gestures. Two men, armed, coming inside. He looked back to Arkady and brought his finger to his lips as if to tell him to be quiet. He then waved from the rest of the soldiers to take cover behind the desk. Each man took positions behind the large desk area, their weapons trained at the door way. The soldier that had been by the door moved off to the right, out of the line of fire of the rest of the soldiers.
Brezhnev, himself, did not watch the soldiers, nor the door. He was watching Arkady, watching this man for his reaction to what his men would have to do to preserve the security of their mission.
The doors to the station burst open with three men, dressed in civilian clothing, all of whom were breathing heavily, armed with what looked to be handguns. The men were shocked to see the soldiers aiming at them. They dropped their weapons and began to proclaim that they were not infected.
"We thought that this place would be safe!"
"Oh thank God, we have found others-"
The soldiers took aim and fired.
It was over in an instant. The soldiers took precise shots at the heads of the men. Not a single shot was fired that was not necessary.
"We do not have need....of civilian hangers on...." Brezhnev said coldly, as the soldier that had taken cover to the right, began to dump the bodies outside the station, keeping the weapons and ammo that they had brought in with them.
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Post by madjackal on Oct 28, 2012 17:48:46 GMT -5
"No restraint, no mercy, no sorrow." Arkady did feel bad for the two civilians and their short life, but, now was not the time for remorse or sorrow. Those were two people compared to the possible hundreds hidden throughout the city. "I would feel sorry, remorse and regret for their deaths. But, one must be looking at the bigger picture, two lives being compared to the hundreds hiding. Is small price to pay." Arkady sighed, pulled his gasmask back on and with a sudden jerk of his neck, popped the stiff muscles and bones, as lean fingers gripped the handle of his blade and drew it free. Today was an interesting day and while it wasn't an easy thing to admit, Arkady was afraid. But fear, fear was the mind-killer.
"YA stolknetsya so svoim strakhom. YA pozvolyu moyemu strakhu proyti cherez menya i skvozʹ menya. I kogda on ushel, ya prevratit moy vnutrenniy vzor na yego putʹ. A tam, gde strakh proshel tam nichego ne budet. Tolʹko ya ostanusʹ ." Arkady softly whispered under his breath, let his body become loose and limber as he glanced over at the Generals entourage, each in turn. He made a mental note that later, he would at least aim to give the bodies a semi-proper burial. He couldn't save them, that was impossible, but he could at least give them some dignity in death. It was the least he could do.
Arkady wasn't one for prayers, rather, unlike these men whom considered this place a playground. Arkady viewed it as a trial ground, a place to face ones fears, to overcome the phobias and stigma's that held men back. It was not so much a prayer as Arkady resolving and steeling himself, to remind himself that fear cannot harm you if do not let it. To turn the saying upon it's head and become stronger, that is what he aims to accomplish and that is what he will achieve, be it now or years later.
"I am thinking and I am sure you have been thinking this as well, that in the mean time, we are to being searching for more supplies in the mean time."
(translation = I will face my fear. I will allow my fear to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone, I will turn my inner eye to see its path. And where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.)
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Oct 31, 2012 21:16:02 GMT -5
"Supplies....yes." Brezhnev replied with a bit of distance in his voice, as if he had not been paying full attention to Arkady. While it wasn't true, he had been paying attention, he wanted it to seem that way, as if he did not care for Arkady's opinion on he and his men. Brezhnev's men began to take position around the entrance to the Eastern Wing of the Police Station.
"According to our intelligence, the station has a large meeting room in the eastern part of the building. "If there would be any sort of essential supplies, they could be located there..."
Brezhnev looked over to his men gathered at the door. They were in formation, ready to entered the next part of the station as safely as possible.
"Whether you are coming with us or not....we are on our way..." Brezhnev said, as he and his men pressed into the Eastern wing of the station.
*Brezhnev is now in the Eastern Wing*
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Post by madjackal on Nov 1, 2012 22:56:54 GMT -5
"Right, I am going to be taking the west door, meeting up with you at the top floor. Maybe I am to be finding more supplies this way."Arkady mused for the moment as he stood there motionless for the moment, waited until they left before he took another breath and with haste, searched the desk scattering the papers and documents in a helter skelter manner as he found what he needed, as his hands wrapped around a pen and with haste, scribbled a message, no, a warning upon it.
It took him a moment to collect his thoughts and bearings as he made his way to the front door, opened it and with much tape, slapped the note on the door and with a few tugs to make sure it stayed in place, headed back inside and moved off to the west wing, his dominant hand removing the large knife from it's sheath as he pushed the door open and slipped in.
[Arkady is now in the west wing.]
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Post by fuchikoma1993 on Feb 26, 2013 21:25:33 GMT -5
(galeck Enters the station)
wow it's........not crowdded?...........this doesn't feel right *runs to the desk* *looks for ammo*
Damn i need .45cal not 9mm parblem.......i'll take it anyway........ ooh ink ribbon i'll check the computer..........the door is already unlocked?.......guess i should count myself lucky (or not Galeck thought) which way now?........hmm i think it's back to the old stars room.... (galeck climbs the ladder to the second floor balcony)
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