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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 3, 2012 16:34:11 GMT -5
The home of Raccoon City's very own newspaper, where the press make themselves comfortable, is a two-story building on Warren Street. It's located adjacent to a restaurant popular to the residents of Raccoon City, and is directly across from a local gas station and convenience store. A simple wooden door with window paneling leads into the lobby, which is filled with two or three vending machines, a small lounge, and a television. Either of the two staircases on the back wall lead up to the second floor, where each reporter had their own office. The building was not in use on the night of the outbreak, and remained locked up tight until looters broke and entered.
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Post by Winters on Feb 20, 2012 19:46:40 GMT -5
"Weve all lost people, we dont want any trouble. Nobody needs to die here. You can come take what you need, but we dont have much, even if you took it from us..." The voice on the inside of the Raccoon City Press Building echoed out onto the street. The area itself had been walker free, given its location, but the people inside all remained. At least twenty in the building, and a half dozen armed men outside waiting with guns aimed high. "We can stand out here for another hour if youd like, your bound to open up sometime, B****es!"Sounds of loud engines hogged through the street. Four motorcycles drove in formation past burning houses, ignoring the wreck vehicles for potential supplies. The President, and bike in front, took a left onto the street the RC Press was on. "Answers in here, boys. Keep it slow, the street up ahead looks pretty bad." As the riders made it to the building, they braked, hands near their own weapons when they seen the larger group. A swift park, and the group had dipped behind some totaled cars. Theyve all seen men with guns, and what theyre capable of, especially when the city had been completely lawless now. But for them, this was just another street side standoff. ~~~ Griffin and Crowley made their way closer to the Press building, their destination. Filled with enough ammunition to last them through any walker that stood in their way, the pair kept a quick and quiet pace, staying out of sight from both monster or civilian. Keeping the girl safe was his concern now. But as they got closer, gunshots rang through the street, and they could easily tell that it came from the same place they were headed. "Crowley, you take point. Keep your guard up, thats too much gunfire to be just ordinary civilians. Military is my guess, the firepower would make sense. However, little to their knowledge, the trio were walking into a gunfight between a serious biker gang, and an independent group of survivors who arent afraid to shed more blood.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 20, 2012 20:16:59 GMT -5
Everything had happened so fast. The fire escape had collapsed, Crowley went with it and slammed her body into cold metal. Some undead went after her, then shortly after some strange man had rescued her, then ran away. Now here she was, limping after Griffin and the kid. He'd told her to take point, casting a slight glare at the man. That kid was more trouble than she was worth, she wanted to say that aloud but what was the point? Griffin was a stubborn man.
There'd been a number of shots and what sounded like revving engines, motorcycles, possibly up ahead. Wasn't too long that it'd gotten deathly silent afterwards. She'd stretched her back out a little, avoiding a grimace from the aching she had. Moving forward, she'd put her hand out to the two, indicating that they stay put while she went on to investigate the matter.
She'd crept further down the darkened alleyway, holding her SMG tightly in her grip. Pressing her back flatly against the bricked wall, she'd crooked her neck, looking over at the straight across from the Raccoon Press. A few motorcycles had been mounted with big, burly, men with big guns. They looked to have been waiting for something or someone to come out.
Looking back at Griffin, she'd touched at her earpiece and kept her eyes on the men and the entrance. "There's some bikers hanging out in front of the building, don't look very friendly...eh, I'm gonna go in and see if there's a back door or something, you stay put with the kid, Griffin," she told him quietly. Without awaiting any sort of response, she'd removed herself entirely from the alley, squatting low and maneuvering behind a parked vehicle.
She'd waited for a moment until looking over the trunk to see they'd been moving toward the entrance with their weapons, screaming something out about wanting to get in. From the sounds of things, there was someone else inside, as she'd figured. She'd decided to get a closer look and therefore began to move on across the street, ducking behind another car, this one had been completely wrecked.
She had already decided it was best not to hole up anywhere awhile ago and wasn't exactly certain as to why Griffin wanted to come here, unfortunately this was the only route that could take them to their rendezvous point and needed to be cleared. Facing men on motorcycles and whoever the hell was inside of the building had seemed like the most absurd way to go. She knew, however, that with the little kid hanging on their backs, literally, it'd be near impossible to stealth their way out.
Now she was just sitting and waiting for one of them to make the right move for her to slip by and neutralize them without their bikes being in the equation. It was the only other option to simplifying their problem.
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Post by Winters on Feb 20, 2012 21:09:38 GMT -5
When Crowley was in place, Griffin and the little girl stayed put, waiting for the scene to unfold. If they interviened, it would most likely end in just more bloodshed. He used to be affiliated with bikers like these, most of them were decent human beings, good sense of justice, and wouldnt let anything stop them from serving that justice. The radio was answered by a calm order from Griffin. Not much of an order, but a plan of action, that he would take responsibility for his it failed. "Hold you fire, Crowley. Let them work it out, then we can take action." Looking at the scene in front of the building, Griffin held Reylins hand tightly, knowing that she was a little scared seeing the gunfight.
The two sides had shot at eachother, not even aware that the gunfire would draw the attention of the walkers. The street seemed clear, but the bullets did quite a work on everything around them. Fully automatic fire, shotgun shells, even a molotov cocktail had been thrown at one point. The heat of combat lasted no more than a couple of minutes, and the motorcycle gang had one, but it came with the loss of one of their own, and the injury of two, one including their President. It was then that the infected had showed up, and it just made matters much worse. There wasnt a way possible for them to ride off, and they werent about to leave any of their boys behind. The VP ran up to the front door of the building, and banged on it, yelling out with desperation in his voice. "Them looters are dead, you have to let us in. We have guns, lots of em, we can protect this place if you can spare some medical treatment for my boys."
Without waiting to figure out if the survivors in the Press building were going to open up or not, Griffin told Reylin to follow close, and then got on the headset as he moved out onto the street with his MP5 drawn up. "Crowley, cover that side of the building until we can get inside." Once his presence was alerted to the bikers, they had drawn guns at him, not really giving much care that he was with a little girl. The standoff had gotten worse when an infected had stumbled from under a car, and grabbed onto one of the downed bikers, biting his arm. Griffin fired two rounds, knocking the walkers away, and showing the bikers that he wasnt the enemy. Crowley had came from the back ally, and fired rounds at the incoming undead.
As the President spied the little girl, he yelled to the VP and his other able man. "Get that door open, one way or another, we have to get inside!" Griffin wasnt really too concerned with the how, even if gunfire was needed, he just protected Reylin and covered the building front from the infected. Him and his partner met at a closer point, and knew the walkers had been getting the number advantage, forcing them to cooperate further than maybe they had anticipated. The problems of the few conflicted with the problems of the man, but when you thought about it, everybodys problem had remained the same in the long term.
The door finally opened, the entire group had moved inside, taking as much from the bikes as they could this run. The rest out on the street would be safe so long as the walkers were around, and once they gave up, could be retrieved without any problems. Inside, there had been a good handful of people, majority looked pretty useless. As cold as the thought was, it was going through Griffins mind as the ones who just havent yet adjusted to the killing. Men and women, ranging from thirty to fifty years of age, thirteen of them in sight. But the people were calm for the most part, and a lot of them even thankful for both the bikers and the small UBCS unit. The heavy doors looked fine enough to hold back any number of undead, and the windows had all been high up enough to keep them from climbing in. This place was safe, which was good news for Reylin.
It was only a matter of seconds before the little girl had ran off toward deeper into the lobby of the building, and an older woman grabbing onto her, both shrieking in joy. The rejoice of mother and daughter would have made it apparent to Crowley exactly why they came here. Looking at his partner, Griffin spoke. "Looks like we did something right in the last few days, huh?" The VP of the club had been looking at the little girl and the rejoice with her mother. After seeing it, he went back to the side benches with his wounded higher up and brother. The President just had a flesh wound on his leg, while the bite on his club brother had still been bleeding. "Ya Trent, found your old lady. The two Umbrella soldier brought back her little girl, too..." But that was when the club brother rolled onto the floor, passed out, and still bleeding from the bite wound. "Need some help over here!"
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 20, 2012 23:22:30 GMT -5
During the shoot out/ infected aftermath, the kid had been reunited with what could only be her mother. The two screamed in joy as they'd embraced tightly, the little scene had caused a slight smile to creep onto Crowley's lips as she'd watched, solemnly from the newly barricaded doors. Wasn't too long until one of the men had dropped to the floor from bleeding out of a bite. a group of the civvies had encircled him, panicking and screaming for help.
She'd seen this four or five times since she'd came to Raccoon. She'd carefully limped on over, slinging her SMG over her shoulder and unholstering her handgun. She'd pushed through the crowd and stretched her arm out. Within a few seconds, she'd blown a hole between the man's eyes, killing him on spot.
"The f*ck are you doing?!"
"Shoot this b*tch!"
One of the biker men went to grab onto her arms but Crowley swiftly smacked her sidearm across his face and when another man tried to grab at her, she'd grabbed his arm, twisted it behind his back, kicking out the back of his knees, forcing him to buckle. She'd pointed the barrel of her gun to his temple, pushing it further on it.
"Listen to me. That man was as good as dead. There was no way to save him, unless you possibly severed that leg and from the looks of it, his body was already ready to turn. I did him a favor," she informed them. She didn't want to resort to this, but it kept them from shooting.
"Griff can back me up. Griffin?" she asked.
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Post by Winters on Feb 20, 2012 23:57:54 GMT -5
The moment the scene turned ugly, Griffin tried to get past the crowds of people. But it wasnt until the gunshot rang out that the civilians had mostly run for one side of the room. They wouldnt dare leave the building, and the floors above them had been overrun by those undead. A mix of the crowd believed that the shot to the mans head was right, but didnt really know what to say. There was no way the bikers were going to just accept it, something had to be done before the entire place turned into a blood path. "Jesus, everybody, put the guns down! Come on Crowley, you too, this isnt going to settle things." Griffin didnt have his gun drawn, he wasnt going to shoot anybody.
Trent almost followed suit behind the military man, he had been talking to him before, thanking him for getting his boys inside and away from the infected. But seeing the hole in Prospects head, and the UBCS woman holding onto the VP, Trent couldnt do anything but try to wrap his head around the situation. "Prospect wouldnt do anything to cause this woman to shoot him, what happened, brother?" The VP pushed himself away from the woman, who leg him go, and there had been no more guns drawn. People seemed a little less shocked now, but still remained on the other side of the lobby. "I seen Prospect go down, he was jerking around. Then she came out of no where and shot him. What was I suppose to do, man? These guys are with Umbrella!"
Griffin looked at Crowley, and knew that the situation was under control, but they were both on top of it when he yelled out Umbrella. Announcing it to the entire population of the building wasnt the best course of action, seeing as how much they had been hated. But honesty was something that needed to go a long, long way, otherwise there would be more bloodshed than anybody wanted. "Look, he was bit, his upper arm. These walkers are carrying a virus, it shuts down normal body function, and turns the brain hostile, against the living. Shot to the head stops your brother from becoming one of them, and putting others in danger. Im not making any of this up, trust me, weve seen it for days now. Its like that, nothing you can do. Im sorry for your loss."
Trent and VP had settled down, and accepted the answers for what they were. They wouldnt have made up such a story to cover this up, not when it happens in front of a crowd people. Turing to Crowley, VP spoke out in a sincere voice, putting out his hand in respect. "Sorry maam... Didnt mean to go off on you like that. I know yall are tryna help, you handled it well." Without knowing if she had accepted the apology or not, VP had walked back to the other side of the room with Trent to explain to the civilians, and try to calm them down, find out whats going on.
"We have to talk to some people around here, find out what the situation is. Clearly its not like the apple in, this place is on lockdown. Those infected outside arent getting in anytime soon. We need to count up our ammunition, and get to the second floor. Probably crawling with infected, wouldnt make sense to have all of these people here in the lobby. I say we get this done ASAP, maybe get on good terms with the two bikers, seen they had a good assortment of guns and supplies they brought." Maybe Griffin had just been getting ahead of himself, or trusting too many people without thinking about the consequences. But hes been around men that would gun him down in seconds, and the moment either of them tried anything, both Griffin and Crowley would be on it quicker than they could pull up their guns.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 21, 2012 12:36:21 GMT -5
Crowley had lowered her gun, releasing the man once Griffin had gotten control of the situation. Luckily one of their leaders had apologized and acknowledged that they were telling the truth. Nodding, she'd accepted the apology silently. Before long she'd rejoined Griffin's side and listened to his plan. He wanted to gain trust with the bikers to get some of their significant loot but Crowley couldn't help but feel like this was still a lost cause unless they were willing to organize a plan with the UBCS....otherwise they'd be another Apple Inn.
"Don't get too ahead of yourself. People are willing to do anything in order to survive, we've witnessed that time and time again," she told Griffin, calmly. She looked onward at where two double doors must have been, they were locked tightly with metal shutters, there was a sparking switch next to it, it was obviously broken. Next to it was another door, hopefully would take them to a staircase or something...the building wasn't all that big so there were two different scenarios that played out in the soldier's head:
One: The entire second floor would be covered in undead husks that used to be the workers here. Two: The entire first floor is clear of anything dangerous. Of course she was well aware of how unlikely that would be considering the shutters and broken locks.
"Excuse me, but did any of you close those shutters?" she asked one of the civilians. The woman had turned to look at Crowley, uncomfortably.
"N-No, it was like that when we got here. There's been scratching and screeching noises....some tapping...I don't know what it is, but it's coming from upstairs...we've...we've been too afraid to go up," she explained.
"Yeah, that's right. Whatever was up there, never came down here...so we figured it was safe to just barricade that door with the desk and vending machine and leave it like that....now we all just feel like trapped rats," a man had told them.
Crowley nodded and looked down, holding her chin momentarily. "Thank you, that's all I needed to know," she said before turning to Griffin.
"There's obviously someone or something up there. Might be something big if the shutters are down and it's screeching. Zombies don't screech," Crowley said, squinting a little.
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Post by Winters on Feb 21, 2012 14:24:21 GMT -5
"We found her at the Apple Inn, apparently with her father. I noticed some of the paperwork had belongs to a reporter, got a hunch that she new somebody here because they had been written by a female. Any association is better than having no family to a child, its a good thing shes at least with her mother..." The woman had been eternally grateful, and so was the little girl, Reylin. Griffin knew they werent going to be safe here forever, especially with no food or supplies in sight. The doors would hold from any threats, and the bikers would certainly be protecting this place for as long as they could, especially after overhearing a conversation with Reylins mother. "Good to see your still alive, Rose. Your kid, too. When the town went to hell, me and the boys tried to just stick it out at the clubhouse. But we wanted answers, and I knew the upstairs offices would have something. Also knew id find my old lady here as well, wouldnt leave you behind, doll."
Griffin knew that people would turn on eachother to survive, but if there wasnt even a single chance they could help, then why even bother? Because there wasnt anything left for the city to hold onto. "Alright, so lets get up there, and see what we can do to help." The UBCS would deal with this problem, get to the higher up floor, clear it out, and hopefully salvage what food they could from the break room. Its how it was planned out in his own head, anyways. Didnt matter what was up there, they both had more than enough bullets to kill it. "If you two are going up there, the MC has your back.", the two men spoke walked up to Griffin and Crowley, loading shells into their shotguns. "Trent Richie, and this is VP."
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 22, 2012 12:57:13 GMT -5
Crowley nodded and checked her ammo pouch to see the remains of her ammunition. Not much, four clips for her handgun, nothing left for her SMG. "Allison Crowley," she responded before gesturing toward Griffin. "This is my partner, Arcian Griffin." With those introductions out of the way, she'd looked over at Trent and pointed a little at his shotgun.
"Hate to ask but you have another one of those to spare? I'm about out of ammo, whatever it is upstairs...probably isn't going to go down easily with a handgun." she explained, patting her hand on her hip holster.
It was about the same time she'd finished asking when a loud crash was heard from above. Bits of plaster crumbled down from the ceiling when it did. Whatever was up there, was massive. Maybe.
"The hell was that?" someone asked, gasping. The women and small children had held onto one another, frightened of the outcome.
"Whatever it is up there...we're gonna need some fire power," a man said. Crowley shook her head and glared upward at the ceiling.
"Not firepower. Tact," Crowley said, calmly.
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Post by Winters on Feb 22, 2012 20:57:05 GMT -5
As quickly as the woman, Crowley, had asked, VP was already moving back to their supply in the corner. He heard the crash from above, not quite sure what to make of it, but knew that it had to be dealt with. Grabbing a nice SIG557 from the bag, he ran back with both his own gun and the assault rifle. Handing it to Crowley, he spoke out, keeping her up to speed on the specs. "Twelve gauge drum, got an easy fifteen in there, maybe more. The ones up front are four ohs, but a few of the later rounds are bucks. Should do the trick if we really need a shotgun, im sticking with my glock until the SIG calls my name." While he started out talking to Crowley, VP took it to Trent, knowing that he was fully aware of how much they had in storage. Not to say that he wouldnt back up the UBCS, but the club came first, no matter what.
"Good, then lets open up the door." Griffin said in a louder voice to the civilians could hear him. "Everyone, need you to stay back. We need to take down the barricade to get through, but we will do a full sweep of the area, make sure its safe. Ten minutes, and I need whoever in charge here to get that barricade back up." Though he didnt want it to come to that, it had to be done, if whatever was upstairs got the better of the four. As the barricade was taken down, the agents slipped by first, followed by the MC. "Shotgun in front, shotgun in back. Report anything and everything out of the ordinary you come in contact with, we cant take any risks. Bodies especially, I want them all checked."
The upstairs portion had been dark, with only the sun breaking through from the back windows. The only two that had flashlights were Crowley and Griffin, which meant if they needed to make sure to check branching officers and rooms themselves, while the MC checked the main room alone. The lack of bodies had been a little disturbing, considering the amount of blood on the floor in certain areas, and lack of casings meant that the people down below had been at a disadvantage the entire time.
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Back on the first floor, three men stood at the open door leading to the stairs, waiting, checking a watch every few minutes for the time. A few of the civilians had been looking around the bags that the bikers had dropped in the corner, rooting through, but didnt take anything out. None of them knew how to use a gun, and were a little too clean to even touch them. They were looking for food, and didnt find any of that either. This was quickly thought that the bags left outside had the food, which was a little more important to them. They didnt want to wait to get it, as they had people literally starving in this place. But stealing from the bikers would be bad. The call had to be made, and finally, one of the braver civilians grabbed a handgun from the bag of guns, knowing that one of them had to take the chance.
"Drop it, listen." Grabbing the wrist of the brave civilian, a dirty haired man pointed to the doorway of the building. A large group of infected were outside, some even trying to bite at the door, knowing there was food for them inside. "You sure you want to open that door? Huh? Get everybody killed, and for what, a few cans of soup?" The man dropped the gun back in the bag, and then zipped it up, standing in front of it. "What gives you the right to be in charge around here?" Opening up his jacket, the dirty haired man showed him a quite large revolver, pulling it out and spinning the cylinder. "Im the only one in this room with a gun of their own, the know how to use it, and the balls to a put a bullet in your brain if you so much as look at that door again." The tension in the room was thick, it was obviously twelve against one at this point. But it had been broken by gunshots on the floor above them, something was going on.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 24, 2012 12:26:20 GMT -5
Crowley had followed behind Griffin, shining the light over an office door. She'd never been inside the Raccoon Press before, never had a reason to be but she had already assumed these were the offices of the reporters, writers, management, ect... This particular door had been splintered and forced open. Now, it was barely closed.
"Griff, take a look at this..." Crowley murmured, lightly touching the door. She'd gestured for him to take aim at the door while she opened the door. When he had, she'd opened the door to an incredibly trashed office. The entire room was filled with the beginnings of the sunrise and the settling dust of broken dry wall. There'd been a massive hole in the roof above but the source had been missing, all for part of what looked like a giant canister resting in the debris.
As Crowley stepped closer to see it, she'd felt her boot slip up a little on something wet. Looking down had been three of those inside out creatures, smashed and ripped up.
"This isn't good..." she said, lowly. As she did, there'd been a string of gunshots thundering throughout the building. It seemed to have come from the hall they'd left the others.
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Post by Winters on Feb 24, 2012 18:37:25 GMT -5
The door opened, and Griffin left the inside to Crowley while he moved for the opposite room. But the moment he pushed himself inside, he seen at least four corpses on the floor, three of them nearly eaten down to the bone, while the fourth was being feasted on by an infected. Before he even got the chance to stand up, Arc fire a round from hi sidearm into its head. Two more stumbled into the sunlight, and he fired three rounds at them, two scoring headshots from the close distance. "Clear!" he spoke loudly, letting the others know he was fine. Moving back to the first office where Crowley still was, Griffin popped his head in.
Inside he seen the large hole in the ceiling, the stuff on the floor, and the hunk of metal. Without getting the chance to investigate it further, the gunshots rang downstairs in the lobby. "Stay here, ill check it out." He ordered, knowing that both the scene downstairs and their discovery needed to be put into check. As Griffin ran out of the office, he seen the two bikers, and signaled for them to keep an eye on the room his partner was in.
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"Theyre gonna take that food if we dont get it now!" The brave civilian hollered at the man. Peering through the steel grate in the higher up window, the dirty haired man seen two people sneaking through the ally, and they spied the bags on the abandoned bikes. The group of infected in the doorway were unaware of their presence, which meant the food was ripe for the picking. There wasnt much they could do about it at this point, it was lost now. Suddenly, gunshots came from upstairs, and he ran over to the stairs, making sure nothing was going to come down. "Names Louis... You two see anything, you tell me." But as his back was turned, the brave civilian grabbed one of the handguns from the bag, and then ran over to the entrance.
Unlocking the two deadbolts, the front doors to the building swung open, and the infected poured through inside the building. The dirty haired man turned around, not sure whether to shoot the stupid man, or the crowd of infected. At this point, the crowd of infected were already inside, and Louis took the opportunity to get outside to the supplies. Seeing the two survivors starting up the bikes, he fired two shots, but only managed to get one of them off. His buddy rode off solo with the second bag, leaving his friend at the mercy of the dirty haired man. Letting the man bleed out on the ground, Louis jumped onto the bike, and gave chase to the looter.
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Getting back down into the lobby hallway, Griffin seen the door wide open, and the infected starting to wander in. At first, he was confused at what was going on, but then anger took over as they started getting at some of the survivors. Switching to fully automatic fire, he aimed at the upper region of the group, and sprayed bursts at the infected, hoping to thin them out. Some of the survivors had been shooting, not doing a good job, but good enough to keep them alive, while the others had been getting slaughtered. Turning off his emotional switches, Griffin crouched on the ground, and fired at both living and living dead, keeping his aim away from those holding guns.
In a matter of minutes, the infected had all been down, and Griffin closed the door to the building, preventing anymore from getting inside. Turning to face the now small group of people, he didnt know what to say, how to react. The reasons for opening up the door werent important, because the aftermath had been severe enough punishment. The people knew what they did, and in the future, wouldnt let it happen again. Counting the bodies on the floor, it was hard to tell which had been survivors, and which were the walkers that got in. The five that remained had moved to the other side of the room, making it easy to see who survived and who didnt.
Much to his confusion, Griffin looked at the survivors, and then at the bodies. The mother and daughter had been missing. But thankfully, a whimper had escaped from behind the counter in the lobby, and investigation showed the both of them had hid when the infected started to pour in. "Cover her eyes, take her over with the others." As much as he felt that they were fighting a losing battle to keep the survivors alive, Griffin was nearly positive they werent going to make the same mistake again. All it took was one stupid man to invite death inside. Seeing several of the infected starting to get back up again, he pointed the barrel of his gun at them, putting an end to them once and for all.
"Crowley, theres been an incident down here, its taken care of. Whats the status up on the top floor?" Nine bodies lay strewn across the lobby, motionless. There wasnt much of a point in dragging them outside, risking more to get in, so they would have to stay there. For the time being, Griffin dragged them close together, lining them up against the wall. He didnt expect to be doing this ever again in his lifetime, already having enough practice back in Brazil. Death followed him wherever we went, he couldnt escape it no matter how hard he tried. "I know your all hungry, and tired, but I need to you stay here while my partner and I get upstairs cleared out. Just hold tight for another little bit, sure theres even some food left in the cafeteria, youll all get ahead of the line."
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 26, 2012 14:57:30 GMT -5
Crowley had barely caught a passing glance at Griffin when he'd run off to investigate the riot downstairs, these people were digging their own graves and forming a death trap for both of them. She'd glanced out of the shattered window and walked over to it, placing her gloved hands on the pane, peering down below.
It wasn't a big drop and there'd seemed to be two wide, open dumpsters filled with stacks of old newspaper. If it became necessary, they could jump through and save their own asses, which was really what she wanted to do.
As she looked on through, she'd seen a fire escape attached to what was possibly the hallway. The problem was, it only went up to the rooftop. The bottom part was completely broken and undead stalked the debris.
"Crowley, this is Li, can you hear me? I'm in the Downtown District with a few surviving UBCS. I'm fueling the chopper as we speak," came a familiar voice through her headset. Crowley pressed on it with her left hand, totting the shotgun over her shoulder with the other.
"Robert, looks like Umbrella dropped one of their guinea pigs in the East Side of the city. One of their capsules landed in the Raccoon Press." she told him, having heard of these experiments only recently, thanks to Li's connections. She didn't have the time to discuss it with her partner considering their current circumstances.
"One of the Tyrant Projects... Alright, just try to evade it as much as possible. I'll head there with the others to provide cover fire for you and Griffin. Li, out."
Gunfire had went off, some screaming and cussing with it out in the hallway. It was then and there she was sure what the problem had been. She'd gripped her shotgun with both hands and sprinted out of the room, skidding into the hall with her shotgun raised.
The hell is this f*cking thing?! Boss, wh-what do we do?!"
"Christ, it's f*cking devouring these buckshots!"
The massive, humanoid bastard had walked straight into the gunfire, uncaring, voic of any facial grimacing. Crowley had only heard about them, she never dreamed of having to go rounds with one. She'd looked around, trying to find something, anything, to halt it before it maimed the bikers.
Suddenly she'd remembered her flashbangs clipped to her hip. She'd grabbed one and pulled the pin.
"You two! Behind the desks, shield your eyes. Now!" she screamed, tossing it. The grenade smacked against the floor infront of it's feet, a bright flash enveloping the halls and office. Crowley, dove into the nearby office, pushing the door between her and the flash. She'd immediately jumped back out, taking two shots at it point blank while it stumbled back, punching at what he thought was the culprit. Which was the air.
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Post by Winters on Feb 26, 2012 17:48:56 GMT -5
When the gunshots were heard upstairs, Griffin knew that it was Crowley and or the bikers. He didnt want to leave the civilians alone, but figured they were more than settled now, and content with waiting right where they were. Pulling up his SMG, the soldier ran up the stairs, aiming it forward. A flash came from the room at the top of the stairs, an M84, which lead to him calling Crowley on his radio. "Whats your status?" It wasnt like her to not check if in they had been dealing with a threat, which made him think that it was probably just a handful of those walkers. However, the flashbang, and the amount of shotgun shells at that, it was something bigger.
As if to prove himself right, Griffin muted the headset when he seen the giant standing in the room, swinging its arms violently. But it quickly drew closer to him, nearly pinning him into a corner. After spraying a couple of shots into its chest, neck, and face area, Griffin dropped his SMG in the sling, and pulled out his close quarters knife. The gunfire ceased from the others at this point, not wanting to risk hitting Griffin, or waste anymore bullets. The monster threw a right hook, but the UBCS agent dipped out of the way, watching it drive its arm into the wall and into the room on the other side. While ducked down, Griffin drove its knife into the back of its right leg, pulling back and forth. As it swung around again, he jumped out of the way over to Crowley, and watched it fall onto its knees.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 27, 2012 2:34:28 GMT -5
Crowley had been taking cover behind one of the office doors when Arc had rolled along to her side. She'd glanced at him for a split second before her eyes had immediately darted back at the project. She'd peered over to see the tops of the bikers' heads behind some desks.
"Nice knife work but I think it's gonna take more than just a few cuts to take it down," she told him, reloading her shotgun. She'd pumped it and leapt out from cover, taking two shots at it's backside. The bucks ripped through it's flesh and seemed to had only made it angry.
It's spun around and began to sprint down the hall at them, intending on thrashing the duo. "Take some shots...NOW!" Crowley ordered. The bikers waited until it was only a few feet away to began pumping shots into it's back, forcing it to shuffle forward, tripping up a little. Crowley reloaded again and took a few more shots before unclipping another flashbang from her belt.
"Damn thing is persistent," she said.
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