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Post by Winters on Feb 2, 2012 1:01:49 GMT -5
A popular hotel in Raccoon City used by tourist and locals alike. The building itself is three stories tall, and set up in a square loop for easy access to the surrounding streets and stores. First floor are the cheaper, temporary rooms, and scale to the more expensive and permanent rooms on the top floor.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 2, 2012 1:14:49 GMT -5
There entire hotel was filled with civilians now but somehow, it was dead silent inside the entry way of the hotel. There'd been the manager and the receptionist, some RPD officers off in the corner, contemplating how to get everyone out safely but other than that, nothing.
Crowley had been lighting up a cigarette while she awaited her partner's orders. There'd been four of them in the hotel, she wasn't told exactly what they were looking for but she really didn't care. She only hoped that it wouldn't be this dull for long.
"That barricade they have on the front doors is garbage. It isn't going to hold for long," she commented, blowing smoke through her mouth as she'd looked over at her partner.
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Post by Winters on Feb 2, 2012 2:29:06 GMT -5
Blowing the smoke away from his face slightly, Griffin held onto his MP5 with one hand, and testing the strength of the wooden boards scattered across the lobby entrance doors. The once on the outside had already broke open, and from what he could see, there was only five or six of the walkers out. "They should hold as long as more of them dont show up..." He looked at the RPD Officers, knowing that at least one of them at been on post, watching the doors. If they do break through, he would start shooting, and it then the entire hallways would be flooded with people. Half of them were packed up and ready to leave, but waiting to make their escape past the cops, while the other half were content locked up inside their rooms. Either of the UBCS Members had much of an idea where they could escort this many civilians had they taken control of the situation long enough for them to cooperate. They just didnt have a plan.
Suddenly, a gunshot ran off somewhere in the building, which than alerted the police to run off in the direction. Holding the speaker of his ear piece, Griffin spoke loudly on the unit frequency. "Justice, that sounded like your Beretta, whats the status on those western doors?" A ladies voice came out on the other end, audible by both Crowley and Griffin himself. "Theyre breaking through, Connors and I will hold them off, but we need to start evacuation ASAP, or its going to be a blood bath when the civvies pour onto the street!" Hearing the eastern side barricade start to give a little bit more, Griffin looked at his partner, and then spoke. "Tell the receptionist were issuing an immediate evacuation plan, get on the PA and tell those civilians they can leave."
With that last order, Griffin opened up the main doors to the lobby, and than walked back over to the barricade. Plenty of arms had started to pour through, grabbing at the air, moans filling the narrow corridor. With a good kick from the heel of his boot, the wood broke away, and then the infected started crawling through. Standing back and taking aim, he waited for them to start back up and move into the open lobby, and the evacuation to start, before taking any shots. Once the announcement was made, and they started firing, they had seconds before the final moment of truth. Better to die out on the streets than trapped in here... Griffin spoke to himself, aiming down his sights and lining his sights up for a headshot.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 2, 2012 2:44:57 GMT -5
Crowley listened intently to Griffin's orders. There were corpses busting through the eastern barricade of the hotel's first floor and their squad needed reinforcements. She was struggling to figure out which was better, to die in the hotel or to die out in the streets. She'd shrugged her shoulder a bit and move on over to the receptionist.
"We're evacuating this hotel. Get on the PA system and start announcing it," she told the woman before glancing at the officers. "You four unbarricade the entrance and start picking off any strays that might wander by. I need you to enforce single file evacuation or else I'll shoot the first screamer in the back of his or her's f*cking head," she'd advised.
The officers glared at her, somewhat before doing as they were told. The receptionist looked to the manager when he'd nodded, assuming the UBCS surely knew what they were doing.
With that, she'd went off to the PA system, leaving Crowley to go join Griffin's side. There'd been arms and hands slipping through the cracks of the barricade and the eager moans of undead had finally killed the deafening silence.
"Where'd the others go?" she asked, flicking her cigarette butt aside and unholstering her SMG while smashing out the cig with her boot. Justice wasn't securing the that wing anymore, she'd gone off with Mack to secure another barricade that was giving in. Wouldn't be long until they'd come pouring in.
The sounds of doors unlocking and people talking, some panicking could be heard from around them. Crowley aimed her weapon at the barricade, two of it's boards began to creak and crack. They were pounding on them with full force, must've sensed the living inside the building.
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Post by Winters on Feb 2, 2012 4:07:14 GMT -5
"Attention! All guests and residence are asked to evacuate immediately by order of the Raccoon City Police. This area has been deemed unsafe by the UBCS, and have asked all inside to please remain calm and evacuate through the lobby door immediately." When the announcement was active, it was almost like a signal, and both of the solders opened fired on the infected that now poured through the barricade. Griffin stuck with single shots around the head around, knowing where to fire, but also to conserve ammunition. There was no randevous point for their unit, it was almost as if they abandoned them here in the city until further notice.
As the people came through the lobby toward the main doors, they were freaked out by the gunfire, a lot of them panicking and keeping distance. Crowley and Griffin both pushed the infected back onto the streets, and quickly dispatched the near the doorway. But a quick glimpse up and down the main street, and the same monsters had taken over most of the city block by now. "This isnt good..." Griffin spoke out aloud, motioning for Crowley to look in the distance. As the walkers had been pushed back far enough, Griffin moved back for the lobby entrance, and spoke into the radio. "Evacuation might not go as planned, the civvies arent budging from the building."
Looking inside, they all looked scared for their lives. There wasnt a chance they were going outside. Of the sixty some people, thirty percent had been at least women, and there had even been a small percentage of children. It wasnt as if they had much choice, with the infected closing in, they needed to get this people out while they at least had a fighting chance. "Crowley, get these people out of here!" The base line for this sort of thing had been simply explained, but Griffin had feared for carrying it out. Warning shots needed to be fired, and when that failed, civilian executions followed. Knowing Crowley, she would most likely have no second thoughts at shoot at the people to get them moving, where as Griffin didnt see much of a point either way. Everybody was dead, it was unavoidable at this moment. They walked into a losing war being dropped into Raccoon City, and he knew it.
Running out of the building, Griffin began counting the infected at each street side. It was when he lost count that he deducted there had been too many to get through, and the only way left for them was inside the Apple Inn now. When all of the civilians evacuated, their orders would be complete, and mission successful. But it certainly didnt feel like they were succeeding. Just then, shot began going off inside, and the panic drove the crowds outside onto the street now. Griffin stood in place, and once all of the civilians were out of the lobby, he walked forward and spoke to Crowley. "Lets meet up with Justice and Mack, radio went silent a couple of minutes ago."
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 2, 2012 17:08:03 GMT -5
Crowley had arched a brow when the civilians had began to panic around her. The men that stood at the front of the group had kept barred infront of the hall right before the lobby door. They could see the large number of infected swarming outside, the officers were having a hard time keeping them at bay. Somewhere inside, Crowley had already assumed the worse. She knew it wasn't a good idea to begin with, but no one's perfect.
Suddenly, she'd let off a shot, capping some civvie in the back of his thigh. The man dropped, grasping onto his bleeding leg and screaming in pain. The group turned to face the UBCS operative, terrified and angry.
"Sorry, just needed your attention. Everyone, get back into your rooms, single file, we'll take care of everything if you just remain calm," she told them. With little to no effort, the people began to line up and began shuffling back down the halls and some to the elevators.
The barricade down by the east fire escape finally gave. The planks and shelves had burst into two and splintered. A group of undead had began to fall inside the hotel floor, scrambling to get up.
Griffin had already came over, telling Crowley that they needed to regroup with Justice and Mack since their radio went silent more than eight minutes ago. Crowley nodded but suddenyl caught the screams of some civilians in the halls. The two immediately spun around to see a woman screaming and on her belly. Two undead were atop of her back, grabbing at her and ripping into the back of her neck and arms.
"The barricade gave in!" she exclaimed, running down the hall and sending a string of bullets into three infected shambling through the door. The other two atop of the woman had already killed her. Crowley took the advantage and shot their faces full of holes.
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Post by Winters on Feb 4, 2012 1:14:01 GMT -5
The UBCS had been put into place to ensure decimation of any and all biohazardous threat created and/or originating from the corporation known as Umbrella. The members of the military group didnt have any idea who was in change, or when they would extract, just to contain the area. At this point, Griffin knew that they werent going to come back for extraction, and that Crowley and the rest of their unit were stuck in the city. That had been down here for nearly two days already, at first keeping the peace, but as more of those monsters showed up, it made their job a lot harder. The civilians had nowhere to run outside, and right now, the inside had already been compromised. Griffin couldnt even get in contact with HQ, or the rest of his team. As it seemed, the Apple Inn had been taken by the infected, and the duo had already lost.
When Crowley announced that the eastern barricade had gave out, thats when Griffin knew that they were already out of time, and escaping this place through the ground floor was out of picture. What once was a ten man group had turned into four, and now seemingly into two. Griffin looked at Crowley, then back at the undead pouring into the building, and than back at his partner. "Come one, we have to get to the higher floors, now!" Back in South America, he had lost all of his friends, all of his family, and all of his fellow unit to the counter attacking rebels. He knew what it was like to lose everybody you knew and loved, or even gave somewhat of a care for. If there was anything left for him here, it was to make sure that him and Crowley survived this nightmare, even if he had to put his job last.
The pair of soldiers ran for the closest stairway, moving past the woman who was now being eaten by at least five of those walkers. With the stairway clear of any monsters, they moved up to the next level, past any living people. Some of the civilians listened to the order, some of them watched from their rooms, while some were aimlessly running for the stairs in an heroic yet futile attempt to save their own lives. Their efforts to get to a higher floor had been all for nothing when they seen that dead corpses in the hallway get back up, rising from the dead, and begin forcing their way into the hotel rooms to feed on the flesh of the living. What was worse was that not only silence filled their radios, but the sound of gunfire had completely stopped, which could only mean that more than likely it was just Crowley and him, now.
Infected had been pouring up through the stairs on the first floor, and upon running to the other side, they were pouring up from the second staircase as well. It put both of them in a tight spot, which much aim or goal other than to go higher up, or lock themselves into a room in hopes they would be safe from onslaught. Without any solid plan of action, the first and only thing that came to Griffins mind was to think about their own survival. "We need to locate the others, and scavenge their ammunition and weapons. We cant possibly think that Alpha team is coming back for us, can we? We have to gather everything we can, and get out of here somehow. Maybe the emergency ladder on the roof..."
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 6, 2012 6:16:35 GMT -5
Crowley hadn't bothered to look back at the walkers and the doomed civilians of the first floor of the Inn, she knew the entire first floor was lost. Once they'd ran upto the first landing and swirved around a tight corner to climb another set of stairs to the second floor, Griffin had mentioned that Alpha wasn't going to come back for them. She knew atleast one of them would, Robert. He and she went back long ways and he wouldn't leave her for dead. Of course, Crowley knew better than to rely on anyone other than yourself and maybe your partner. She'd known Griffin for awhile now and was positive that he was both reliable and loyal.
"I lost all communications with Alpha the first night, so I'm guessing you're right. Of course I always knew the UBCS was expendable, so this really doesn't suprise me," she told him, looking down to see three walkers clumsily climbing up after them. One of them had so happened to be a naked man, well, used to be a naked man but was now a naked corpse far passed gangrenous. The other two were what looked like a receptionist and some suit.
Crowley put her SMG away and pulled out her Beretta, firing less than five shots at the three, killing them in no time. Once they'd reached the second floor, she'd noticed the hallway was filled with closed, locked doors and loud sobbing. "Help me grab those benches and make a make shift barricade, least we can do is buy the civilians a little time before the undead get them," she said, grabbing one side of the metal and wooden bench.
Suddenly, the sounds of gunshots rang through the second floor and the sounds of what sounded an awful lot like Justice, screaming her head off. Crowley let go of the bench and glanced at Griffin before the two ditched the effort and sprinted on down the halls to find their fallen comrade. "Justice, where are you? Justice, talk to us....we're on our way, state your location, now," Crowley told her, pressing on her earpiece.
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Post by Winters on Feb 7, 2012 21:15:08 GMT -5
Giving one last attempt before following Crowley, Griffin lugged the bench as close to the doorway as he could, blocking some of the infected at least. It slowed them down, and mightve just been enough to save some lives, at for some reason, that made a difference to him. Sprinting after his partner now, who apparently had a good that it was Justice screaming, Griffin wasnt too sure if it was going to end well. He didnt know Justice for very long, but for the months he had trained with her, she didnt seem the type to scream in fear, but certainly pain. Something told him that it was already too late. However, they were a band of brothers and sisters, and he knew that meant more than securing his own safety first.
Pushing past some civilians that had been running through the hallway, some standing around in shock of not knowing what to do, Griffin tried to keep up with Crowley but found it was beginning to be more of a challenge than he anticipated. She was a very athletic woman, and smaller at that, skillfully dipping past people in her way as Griffin was jumping over the ones that had fallen. There hadnt been any response in her radio, which was another sign that it was too late, and it impacted him enough to slow down his pace. Hearing a couple of rounds going off inside of an room, he stopped, and quickly tried for the handle, but it was locked. "Gunshots came from room 217, ill check it out." A 'roger' came from over his earpiece, while a series of shoulder thrusts came into the door.
Raising up his sidearm, Griffin shined the light around the dimly lit room, but seen that it was oddly clear. Upon a closer look, he seen a trail of blood leading into the bathroom, but the door was closed over. Training the heavy caliber gun at the door, Griffin moved closer and closer, and reached down to open it up. Suddenly, footsteps rushed into the room, and he spun around to see a man and a little girl closing the door, pushing over a table in front of it. Not knowing exactly how to announce himself, he just spoke out in a rough voice. "Better locked up in here than out there..." The little girl screamed out, the father holding up a pipe, about to swing. But quickly seen the gun, and dropped his weapon to his side. "Relax...", he spoke out to the man in a calm voice, then turning his attention back to the bathroom door. "Keep her eyes closed, okay?"
Kicking open the bathroom door, Griffin was ready to fire several shots, but seen the bloody mess laying against the wall. Blood nearly filled the entire floor, and if the victim didnt die from blood loss, the handful of bitemarks would have. Lowering his gun, Griffin exhaled in frustration, backing out of the room. "Crowley, I found Justice, she.. didnt make it. I found survivors, a father and a little girl, were here in room 217. Im not leaving them here. Lets meet up on the roof." The father had seen the Umbrella patch on the side of Griffins arm, and it was than that struck him with the pipe, knocking his gun onto the floor. "Drop your other one, and move away! Now! Im not trusting you people, your the ones that caused all of this!" Without trying to insist anything, Griffin took off his SMG, and lay it on the floor, stepping around the room as instructed.
"Im here here to hurt you, im with the UBCS, im here to help." Albeit his arm in pain, he still remained calm, making sure to leave a good impression. Griffin would have retaliated, but the little girl didnt need to see her own father die in front of her eyes. The man picked up the pistol from the ground, putting it into his pocket. But when he reached down to pick up the fully automatic weapon, the man was tackled to the ground by the newely turned infected Justice. Unable to shoot the infected off, Griffin grabbed the little girl, pulling her away from getting any closer to the scene, and covering her eyes in his side. "Under the bed, go." Pushing her to the corner of the room, Griffin stepped closer to the infected, who had nearly the entire throat of the father devoured at this point.
Slowly, he grabbed the handgun from the floor, and than dipped back, seeing Justice look up at him with sadness in her eyes. It was this that made him pause for nearly a full ten seconds, watching her raise up and stand with blood dripping from her mouth. Griffin aimed the sidearm at her from across the room, but didnt fire. It was like something was holding him back, some unknown force. Morality, failure, sorrow, anger, all of these emotions took control, and he was unable to pull the trigger. Closing his eyes, he spoke softly to himself, and his fallen partner. "Im sorry..." The trigger pull that followed went directly through her head, and a thud hit the floor as his eyes opened. Holstering the pistol, and strapping his SMG back around his shoulder, Griffin than unbelted the equipment from the corpse of Justice, and put it around his waist as well, nearly doubling his current supplies now.
Kneeling down, Griffin spoke to the little girl who was whimpering under the bed, he tried to calm her down. "Whats your name...?" The little girl had stopped crying, and poked her head out to look at him, and than respond. "You killed my daddy. Why?" Without responding to the question, Griffin lifted up on the bed with one arm, and held out his hand. "Im sorry about your daddy, but we need to go." Grabbing onto his arm, he pulled her up onto her feet, and than tightly grabbed onto her hand. Out in the hallway, the panic on the first floor seemed to have slowed down. Moving at a moderate pace, Griffin and the little girl walked around the corpses, and before long, she grabbed onto his waist and kept her eyes closed. He didnt like this at all, never was good with children, didnt care much for them to be honest to himself. But this was on him now, and he wasnt going to just let her run off on her own to die.
As they got to the stairwell, Griffin looked down with his SMG, hearing the infected coming up. But the two quickly ascended the steps, knowing that the top floor would be safe for now. "Reylin. Thats my name. Whats yours?" When he heard the response out of the blue, Griffin stopped at the top of the steps, and looked down at the ten year old. At first, he didnt want to get too attached, but it wasnt like he had much of a choice at this point. "Arcian... Think you can stay quiet while were up here? Pretend were playing tag, we have to stay quiet and keep moving, okay?" Getting to the top of the stairs, Griffin pushed on the door to the third floor, but seen that it was locked from the other side. Looking down the center of the stairwell to the first floor, he seen the infected moving around, and then quietly spoke into his headset. "Third floor stairway it locked, eastern wing. I need you to open it up from the other side."
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 8, 2012 0:03:51 GMT -5
Crowley had already been up on the third floor, courtesy of the weak barricade of book cases up against the western wing's entrance. The civilians there had let her through, in fear of what she'd do to them if they hadn't. They didn't fully understand or trust the UBCS, particularly the one that shot an innocent man to get their attention.
Crowley began her trek down the halls, knocking on doors to let them know it wasn't safe in the hotel. "The East Fire Exit has been taken down, there's a wave of corpses breaking into the first floor area. Stay in your rooms and bar your doors until help arrives!" she shouted, holding her side arm in her grasp, tightly.
When Griffin radioed in about needing her to unlock the eastern wing to the third floor, she'd obliged. "Alright, I'm heading there now," she spoke to her headset. As she moved on passed the burnt orange colored walls, she'd noticed the dark little figures flapping around the outside of the windows.
They began to make her vastly uncomfortable. Jogging down the hall, she was only a yard away from the recently barricaded, locked, door when the windows had burst and in came the black birds that stalked around outside.
They chirped and screeched at her, darting in and swooping across the halls. Crowley had her arms over her head, glass fragments on her vest and pants. "Urgh....the hell they survive that?"
"Griffin! Give me a moment, there's, Ah! Damn birds! ... There are hostile birds covering the entire third floor hall, they're trying to peck at me!"
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Post by Winters on Feb 8, 2012 0:22:28 GMT -5
Hearing the caws from behind the door, and over the radio as well, Griffin looked through the small glass window at the scene in the hallway. The birds had been infected, probably from feeding off of the flesh of those walkers, it was the only explanation. It was the first time he had seen this before, and with little over ten of them, he didnt know how Crowley would handle it on her own, little lone with the both of them gunning them down. But first came first, they needed to get the door open, and there was only one other way to do that. "Stand back..." He spoke out to the little girl. Leaning against the railing, Griffin began to kick away at the door handle with his boot, and after the fifth strike, it came off. Than, using his knife, he jammed it up into the doorframe, and pryed at the deadbolt. It took a few tries, but he finally got it.
Before opening up the door into the second floor hallway, Griffin spoke into the earpiece, reaching for a flashbang on his belt. "Crowley, get down and cover your ears, now!" Knowing the woman would trust him, Griffin pulled the pin, kicked open the door, and tossed it into the air. As the crows flew at his partner on the floor, the loud bang and flash filled the hallway, as he grabbed onto Reylin tightly. The birds had all fallen onto the ground, eardrums burst and eyes melted from their heads, or so the crows of pain sounded. Moving into the hallway, Griffin and Crowley began to stomp on the crows, one by one, snapping their necks until they were all dead. "The infected are coming up from the second floor, we have to move quickly." Turning around, Griffin crouched down, and than spoke to the little girl. "Get on my back, kid."
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 8, 2012 21:24:51 GMT -5
Crowley had smashed the last breathing crow's head when Griffin had mentioned the infected making it upto the second floor. She'd grunted and raised up a familiar knife from her belt. It used to belong to Mack. "I found Mack down the hall, he blasted a hole in his head, I checked him and found a chunk of him missing from his shoulder. Don't know how or when that happened, it looked old," she explained.
The two had already been running down the hall to the next stairway that would take them to the fourth floor and then inevitably the roof top. It was only a matter of time before the infected would make it inside the Inn. The civilians, this building, it was lost and Crowley accepted that fact.
"Who's the kid?" she wondered aloud, glancing at the little girl with a short smile.
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Post by Winters on Feb 8, 2012 23:56:11 GMT -5
With the group now split, Griffin and Crowley had been the only remaining members left in contact. HQ wasnt on their frequency, and the remaining members of their unit of eight had all lost contact and are presumed dead. There wasnt much use trying to track them down, because it would only be a rerun as it was with Justice and Mack, the team was lost, leaving the strongest to survive. Griffin knew they were part of something big when they were dropped into the city, just didnt know how big. Being over your head the moment you jump into the pool was one thing, because you would eventually resurface. But for Raccoon City, they would remain. Lockdown was already in full effect, and they were stuck in this city until its either taken control, or covered up, one way or another.
The three of them made their way down the hallway, outrunning the oncoming infected from the stairs. Nobody was outside their rooms, for all they knew, every single one of these doors had people on the other side of it. They were doing the right thing, hold out as long as you can. Enough food to last them a month, if that. They were better off inside then out there. "Found her in room 217. From residence paperwork, shes the only child in this place. Cant leave her here, im taking her with me until I can find a better place for her." Already, she had been falling asleep, and judging by the rings around her eyes, she had been awake for days now. If there was one thing that Griffin could do since he was dropped into this city, its save this little girl. And with the burden of killing her father in front of her, her life on on his shoulders.
The stairwell to the fourth flood was deadly quiet, the infected below them now had been quiet, lost their scent after navigating to the opposite side of the building. The top floor was the safest part of the building, for the simple fact that the rooms had been housing areas, people living in them for months at a time. Only five rooms occupied this floor, and Griffin had no doubt that they had people in them, day to day survival. Crowley had already began knocking on doors, taking note of whos inside. However, one doorway at the end of the hall had been opened up, and upon investigation, nobody was inside. Laying Reylin down on the couch in the apartment, Griffin went back into the hallway, and spoke to Crowley. "We need to get this floor secure. Ask the people in these rooms were here to help, and we need whatever we could use to block of the stairs. Mattresses, furniture, anything would do."
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 9, 2012 2:43:41 GMT -5
Crowley looked down around Griffin to catch a glimpse of the child resting on the couch. She'd glanced back at her partner and nodded when he came to her to get the residents' help. "Right, I'll get on that now," she told him, moving down the hall. She'd came to the first door and knocked.
"F-F*ck off! Leave us alone!" a man's shaken voice cried out. Crowley kept her cool and stood there, arms crossed.
"Sir, the first two floors are completely filled with those monsters, most of the civilians down there are probably dead now. They haven't made it to the third floor yet, so we have enough time for you to calm the hell down and help us barricade the floors. Please, sir, Crowley said, trying to play good cop.
"We were just here on vacation....if I woulda known that-that...!!" he stammered. Before long, the sounds of the locks unlocking could be heard, the door pulled open and there stood a man with his wife behind him and their infant.
Crowley nodded at him and went for the next door. "Good, now I need you to bring your matresses, book shelves, desks, anything that your room has that's sturdy, and bring it to the Eastern and Western Staircases. We need to barricade this floor ASAP," she explained, knocking on the next door.
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Post by Winters on Feb 9, 2012 3:07:16 GMT -5
Inside room that Reylin had been sleeping in, Griffin was scavenging around to see what sort of food and supplies were still left. The cubbarts in the kitchen had all been empty, not even a single can was left, everything had been taken. The fridge was the same way, albeit a spoiled container of milk and some brown vegtables. Rooting around the under portions of the living room, however, he found a few bottles of alcohol. Not useful, but always drinkable, just not right now obviously. The closets had been cleaned out of mostly everything, but some useful tools remained, mainly a nailgun that had been fully charged. Taking that and a few reloads, Griffin moved into the living room, grabbing the coffee table, and lugging it out into the hallway. As he got to the stairs, he set it to the side, along with the nailgun. It would make a good door barricade after the stairs was blocked off.
By this time, two other doors had been opened, and people had been lugging out things to line the stairs with, cooperating unexpectedly. Taking the time, Griffin went into one of the other rooms while the people were outside, and looked around. They didnt seem to be doing any better, but whatever food they had left could be rationed out. Quickly getting back into the hallway before they noticed he was in their room, Griffin moved to another door that was closed now, and hadnt been opened. Nobody inside answered, either. Even more strangely, the doorknob wasnt locked, so he pushed himself inside. Once inside however, a man had a gun directly in his face. "Get out of here, and stay out. I know all about your kind, Umbrella." Without wanting to even reason, Griffin closed the door, and back out into the hallway.
Both of the stairwells have been blocked off, and barricaded over in a matter of a half hour. The infected were drawn to the noise, but the blockade kept them out perfectly fine. The only way through was over the railing, but with the loud moaning, it would be a stupid idea. Back in the hallway, Griffin spoke out in a loud, booming voice, something he wasnt used to doing at all. "Everyone, if I may have your attention. Thank you for your cooperation, but I ask of you to contribute further by bring all food, medical supplies, and weapons you can come up with to the front hallway. My partner and I will inventory, and ration it for collaborative use. Survival is going to get tougher, and we need to keep these things in check."
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