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Post by Winters on Feb 27, 2012 3:13:20 GMT -5
The man on the ground had been crawling down the street from the motorcycle crash, two broken legs, and burn marks all over his face and chest. He was crawling over broken glass and debris from the road, holding onto the bag. In the distance, Louis slowly walked toward him, just moving gradually behind the man he had been chasing. After getting far enough, the man rest on the ground, and rolled over, giving up his futile attempt to get away. Louis pulled out his three fifty seven, and aimed it at the man. "Give me one good reason not to pull this trigger..." The man had been crying at this point, knowing that was going to die, but still spoke out, pleading for his life. "Please, dont kill me! Im sorry for taking your food, it was on the street, I didnt know you owned it. You gotta believe me, man!"
Louis kept the the gun trained on him, and walked closer. Now into close range, he definitely wouldnt miss, and he would get to see the impact the large caliber bullet made on this mans skull. "Back at the press building. Weve got starving people, much more needing of this food than your greedy ass. Those bikers worked hard to get it, and im not going to let some punk walk right in and take off with it, and their bike..." But he put his gun away, hearing the moans not too far off. The man on the ground stopped pleading, and looked at Louis, knowing that he had a change of heart, knowing that he wasnt going to shoot him. "...But I think ill save the bullet, let those infected have you. Your not even worth the trigger pull." Picking up the bag, Louis got back onto the bike, hearing the man scream out in pain as he started the engine, driving back to the press building.
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Running off to the side again, Griffin tried to lure the creature back into the center of the room, so it wouldnt pin anybody else against the wall. It wasnt moving quickly at all, and seemed to have shaken off the muscle damage from his knife. Griffin wasnt really sure what to do, but knew that he didnt want to waste anymore bullets on it. Thinking maybe he could lure it to the window, he attempted this, figuring that they could push it out somehow. But with the amount of damage it seemed to take, the fall wouldnt even kill it. Before he could think of a plan, and Crowley threw her second Flashbang, Trent came running from behind. "Put the grenade in its mouth!" Not really sure how any of them planned on doing that, Griffin looked at his parter, but then seen the biker jump onto the back of the Tyrant. He used both of his hands, and pryed the creatures mouth open, in hopes that one of the soldiers would get the chance to do it before he was throw off.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 27, 2012 3:44:16 GMT -5
"That is the most ridiculous idea I've heard all night....but it'll have to do," Crowley said, running at the distracted creature and taking two shots at it's calves. The monster's knees buckled and it kneeled over, throwing the biker off of it's back, mouth still stretched open. Crowley took the small chance she had and slammed the weapon across it's face, to stun it. Afterwards, she'd crammed the newly, unpinned, flashbang in it's mouth and before recieving the chance to dive away, it's smacked her into the nearby office. The soldier knew it wouldn't do much of anything but the small explosion and light would stun it long enough for them to gun it down, hopefully.
When the grenade went off, the monster had collapsed onto it's front side. Crowley had groaned and rolled over from the broken chair she'd crashed into. She'd rubbed at her forehead, feeling a warm liquid running down from her nose and mouth. Getting up from the chair's debris, she'd grasped onto her side and grimaced, noticing a piece of metal had broken off from it's broken arm rest and cut into her thigh.
"Argh! Dammit!" she'd hissed, grabbing at the injury. Her teeth clenched tightly together as she'd went to grab at the piece of metal. "ARGH!"
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Post by Winters on Feb 27, 2012 4:12:19 GMT -5
"Crowley!" Seeing his partner down in an office across the room, Griffin looked around to see if the bikers had been fine, and they seemed to be still in tact, albeit keep their distance. The creature in front of him had black marks all over his face, and was swinging around wildly, but obviously wounded from the flashfire explosion. Its eyes had been practically melted out of its face, and skull had been sticking out in several sections. It didnt know where either of them were, giving Griffin enough time to dart across the room and come to the aid of Crowley. "How bad is it?" Before getting a response, Griffin looked at the wound, and knew it was bad unless it got medical attention immediately.
Running out of the room, the now adrenalin filled soldier lunged his knife at the Tyrant, slicing as he dodged its attacks. He was slow, and unable to tell where he was hitting, not knowing where he was. Drawing closer and closer to the large glass window, Griffin backed up, and seen that it was only a few feet away, and he had nowhere to go. Turning around, the monster had thrown himself forward, taking the both of them through the glass in and instant. "Clay, get her downstairs, should be a medpack in my bag." Trent seen the whole thing happen, and didnt know what he was going to say to the mans partner.
"Come on missy, we gotta get you downstairs..." The area had been dark enough, and Clay knew that the female UBCS agent had been disoriented. Lifting her up off the leg, he helped her to the stairs, and then acted as a brace while she climbed down the steps. "Trent and your partner got this under control, you need to get that wound covered up before it gets infected." When they got down to the lower floor, Clay seen the blood and the bodies, but didnt question it, just go for the bag. Inside had been exactly what he needed, and let Crowley rest on the bench, keeping the leg up away from the blood. "Ill need your help with his, im not an expert..."
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 27, 2012 4:25:11 GMT -5
Crowley grimaced and looked down at her leg, pointing at the piece of metal jutting out. "Well, for...starters...try removing the metal...I can't get it out..." she told him, her face drenched in sweat. A nearby woman had stepped out from the group, holding her hand out a bit.
"I'm a doctor, I can help her...is that alright?" she asked the soldier. Crowley nodded, eagerly and kept grabbing at her leg. The woman wandered on over, shuffling through the bag as Clay proceeded to remove the metal.
"Wait, here...sterilize your hands with this, first," the woman said, dropping some disinfectant in her hands and rubbing them together. She'd dropped some in his as well. After a few moments, the man pulled the metal out, forcing a yelp to escape the normally quiet woman. Crowley growled a little and pushed her back up against the wall, panting a little.
The woman went onto clean the wound and inspect it before digging through the bag to set out the tools she'd need. She was an older woman, possibly in her mid 40's. "What's your name, sweety?" she asked of the woman. Crowley glanced at her oddly.
"Allison..." she told her, looking down at the mess on her leg. It wasn't too soon after that she'd noticed the familiar badge on her coat. "You're..." she began before feeling the sting of alcohol swabbing against her flesh.
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Post by Winters on Feb 27, 2012 5:03:59 GMT -5
As he ran over to the window, Trent looked down, squinting through the sunlight shading under his hands. The ground below had been dark from the shadow cast under the building, but the huge creature was nowhere in sight, and neither was the soldier. Under the circumstances, Trent believed that Griffin has taken off. But he wouldve been hurt from the fall, no doubt about it. At this point, nothing made sense, it was as if he disappeared without any real evidence. What he was going to tell Crowley was a different story, she was in no condition to go after him, nor was he willing to send anybody out there to fetch him. The shamblers took over the street now, it was dangerous. She needed to stay inside and just accept what happened. Accept his death.
Back down on the first floor, Trent seen the carnage, and asked the civilians about what happened. "The door got opened, and those things were let in. Somebody stupid enough to think they could get away with getting that food on your bike, with all of those monsters out there. I heard shooting, and then the engines start up. When we seen through the window, your bags, and bikes, were gone. Too busy dealing with the infected to do anything about it, im sorry, please dont hurt us. It wasnt our fault." As furious as he was that the food was gone, Trent knew it wasnt their fault, but couldnt point his anger to anybody. Usually, he would see justice though his gun, but there was nobody to blame. Just the times they lived in, the desperate times.
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The bike slowly rode down the street, back toward the Press Building. It seemed the gas had been running dry, as the engine sputtered, and finally kicked out. Now in the middle of the street, walkers who knows how close behind him, Louis stepped off on foot. With the two bags around his shoulders, he trekked onward, not going to let himself stop now. He was already this far into the scenario to back out not, and if he took off with the food and supplies, then he would be no better than one of those looters. Practically ruining the train of thought, Louis seen an oncoming van on the road, speeding toward him. Running into an ally, he hid, watching as it passed by, wondering exactly who it was. Tinted windows and everything, not a scratch on it, looked almost government. Brushing it aside, he continued toward the pres building.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 27, 2012 6:09:06 GMT -5
Once Crowley's leg had been bound and she'd been given a couple of pain killers, she'd thanked the doctor and looked on over at the doorway as Trent and the others descended. Griffin hadn't been with them. "Where's my partner?" she asked, considering the worse.
The men exchanged glances until another one of the bikers came to them to talk about their recent predicament. She'd gotten back up to her feet, the dull pain in her leg throbbing, but she'd felt worse before, this was almost a walk in the park. She'd moved back toward the stairway, despite the doctor's protests, limping slightly.
Unholstering her handgun, she'd started for the stairs and pressed on her earpiece. "Griffin, where the hell are you?" she asked, looking around the trashed hallway. The familiar sounds of whirring blades could be heard from outside. Before long more gunfire had flared along the backsides and front of the building. Moving off to the emergency exit, she'd hurried up the fire escape to see the Umbrella chopper hovering above, several soldiers jumping out onto the roof and taking down the undead.
"Robert, you finally made it...I gotta go locate Griffin, load up the survivors downstairs and take them to the nearby UBCS checkpoint, I'll radio you when I find him," she told the man.
"Roger."
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Post by Winters on Feb 27, 2012 15:55:21 GMT -5
As Crowley over upstairs, neither of the bikers knew what to tell her at this point, it was best if she figured it out for herself. Even if she heard the news, she wouldve went off to investigate. Taking the time to see where they stood on their survival end, Trent was brought up to speed about what happened. "So they just took off, then? No food, and half the supplies? Christ..." But walking over to his old lady, Trent threw his arms around her, glad that she was still alive. Her little girl, not caring what the paperwork said. They were a family, and right now as far as he knew, he only had one brother left in this charter. Until he found a way to get in contact with more on the outside, they needed to hold down the fort.
Banging came from the door, but it was followed up by a voice. "Ive got your food, open up." With only slight reassurance, Trent and Clay aimed their guns at the door, and the unlocked it, swinging it open and pushing their barrels tightly forward. It was the dirty haired man, he recognized him from before, and the other civilians recognized him as the one who tried to stop Ronald from opening the door. Dropping two bags onto a clean spot on the floor, Louis spoke as Clay locked up the door again. "Two of your bikes are gone, but the other two are still out there if you need to split. Managed to save the food, and that supplies. Looks like a weeks worth to me, even more now seeing how many people we lost." They were down to five civilians, not including the bikers, but including himself. He would ask what happened later, but right now, they should sort through the bags and move to the top floor if they were going to make this place safe.
Before long, the UBCS Agent came down the stairs, on her own. The sound a chopper could be heard outside the building, it was something they they hadnt heard in awhile. "Alright everyone, we have a chopper prepped and ready for extraction. Were going to take you to a safe area, protected by the UBCS." Over the last month, everybody was pretty much up to speed about Umbrella, and the UBCS's affiliation. Both Trent and Clay trusted Griffin and Crowley, they were here to help. But they didnt trust the rest of Umbrella. Certainly not enough to get on a helicopter and fly away to salvation. "Take whoever wants to go, but were staying here. Id rather make it on my own, I only look to my club for help. No offense."
It was clear that Trents old lady was going to stay with him no matter what he chose, and her little girl too. Nobody knew whether they should stay or go, but seeing all of the food, and the supplies, they knew that here was safe. They all wanted to stay here, not take a risk that this checkpoint would be take over like most of the places in the city. Louis stay quiet, knowing that his decision was to stay here in the city, there was nothing else for him. These people needed help if they were going to stay here, and they would find more food, and survivors here in the city. "Call it a stupid move, Maam, but I think ill pass..." Nobody wanted to disrespect them, since Crowley and her partner were the ones who saved this place from those looters. But they didnt trust the Umbrella patch, never have and never will.
Clay was the only one left to speak out now. He was with Trent, no matter what, and keeping all of these people safe was on their list. If this was their downfall, their one and only chance for survival, then they would all be blinded by the Umbrella logo. Clay had always lived a life of anarchism, rebelled against all authority, didnt take any hand me downs from anybody. His club always kept him above ground, and if he was going to die here in this city, then thats how he wanted to die, with the rest of his members. "I appreciate the help Crowley, but we have things under control now."
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 28, 2012 19:09:30 GMT -5
Crowley glanced over at the biker and nodded before she'd headed through the destroyed office. She'd grabbed at the broken window and looked back down at the dumpsters. She'd, without any hesitance, jumped through the window, tumbling down into the piles of newspapers. She'd grunted out loud at the sting in her thigh before climbing out. She'd grasped at her bandaged leg and looked forward in the direction she'd seen walkers moving toward.
Before long, a soldier had called out to her from the rooftop and waved at the walkers below, catching their attention. Crowley looked up to see two more UBCS soldiers showering them with bullets.
"Crowley, Griffin's gone. We need to get out of here. Let's go," Robert's voice chimed through her headset. Crowley looked forward and sighed.
"Alright. We'll catch up later...urgh... I'm no good with a bum leg," she told him, heading back around to the entrance. When she'd gotten through the newly corpse covered street, she'd looked up at the second chopper flying over, hovering above her. A ladder clopped down infront of her, one of the soldiers gesturing for her to get in.
She'd grabbed at the rope ladder, climbing on the first step. Glancing back at the Raccoon Press, she'd sighed and signaled them to pull her up. As the chopper had pulled upward into the smoke filled skies, Crowley taking in the burning city. She knew Griffin was alive, she'd known him long enough to know that it'd take more than some humanoid muscle to finish him.
"Ma'am, we've rescued Dr. Yelena. Permission to leave?"
"Permission granted," Crowley spoke into her headset. "Oh, but before you do that, soldier, make sure you neutralize the civilians."
"Ma'am...? Uh...yes, ma'am."
[Crowley has left the Raccoon Press.]
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