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Post by Winters on Jun 27, 2012 14:41:27 GMT -5
A fairly large home built in the sixties, and blended into the thick overhead forest trees, this private residence is well hidden from the tourists. Unless you know where to look, or you got lost in the woods, chances are you wouldnt find this place. A faint trail runs from the highway, but its not used often enough to pick up on without woodland tracking skills. The home itself is halfway up the mountain, and most of the terrain it rough, unlike the opposite side of the mountain.
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Post by KR0R1C on Jun 27, 2012 15:13:46 GMT -5
The blacked out Dodge Dakota came sliding around a corner on its way around the curvy roads of the Arklay mountains. Jax was in a hurry to make it to the station but something he wasnt expecting impeded his journey. Cramming onto his brakes he comes to a stop at what looked like a car wreck from a distance. However once he got near he realized something else was going on. A man and woman crawled out from their overturned car just off the side of the road. From the other side of the road a van with a smashed in front came several extremely sick looking people.
The man from the overturned car yelled to the girl with him to run. As told she fled into the woods up a small trail that had you just driven by you wouldnt have noticed. The pack of sickly people split up two went after the girl and the other three practically pounced on the downed man. Jax nearly threw up when he saw the next part. They began to feed on the man as he screamed for help. Fear had gripped Derek for a moment until he pulled himself together. Jumping out of his truck he headed toward the pack.
"Hey! Get off 'im!"
They didn't even look at him.
"I am a cop and Im ordering you to stop or else I'll shoot!"
One looked up and growled at him then continued feeding. The man was now dead and becoming a bloody pulp on the ground. Jax fired piercing one in the back. It didnt seem to do more than annoy him because he got to his feet and turned on him. His friends then followed. It was then that the hunter remembered the dogs he had just faced back at his house.
Does this infection affect them the same way?
Obviously about to get attacked Jax tested his theory by blasting a hole in the nearest one's head. It works the body fell to the ground and didnt make another movement. However this caused the other two to charge him a bit faster. Their moaning freaked Jax out. He kicked one away and slung the top of his pistol against the other's skull with a satisfying crack. He then put a round in each one's face. He was just about to take a moment to study the bodies when a scream came from the woods.
"Sh*t! That girl!"
He took off sprinting up the trail the girl had spotted. It was narrow and overgrown but had obviously been larger at one time or another. He climbed a hill working his legs till they felt like they were burning but he pushed on. As he ran he recounted his shots. Four used on the dogs at his house, and four more used back on the road. He had seven more shots till he needed to reload. He was glad he picked up the extra ammo back home. Double checking that they hadn't fell out he checked his right back pocket, both clips still awaited him, 15 rounds in each.
Following a few more screams Jax finally came upon a clearing in the middle of the forest. A large house sat in the center of it. It didn't appear to have been used in a while but one of the front doors was partially open. He silently climbed the stairs onto the front porch then pressed his back against the wall with his shoulder against the frame of the door.
"Hello? Anyone here?"
He knew he wasn't suppose to call himself a cop but sometimes it helped get better response out of situations.
"This is the RPD. Is anyone alive in there?"
No response. But then again the infected ones hadn't said a word to him or the guy they ate below. Maybe they couldnt speak anymore. Jax kicked the door open the rest of the way with the heel of his foot, then with a spin entered the cavernous residence with his gun leveled and ready.
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Post by Winters on Jun 27, 2012 15:58:12 GMT -5
"Listen, I know your scared, but you need to keep quiet. Im not sure if there are any nearby or not..." Joey spoke out, covering the mouth of the teenage girl. She had been grabbed on the way back to house, and had a good chunk bitten from her forearm. Either of them were sure exactly how this whole thing spread, but one thing for certain were the bits. If she was lucky, the girl would last a couple of hours at most. But on the other hand, nightfall had been approaching, and dealing with this in the dark was going to be more complicated. The power was cut about a day ago, and he hasnt been up down that neck of the woods to get the grid back up yet.
Its only been a couple of days since the events started to unfold, Joey had see it happen before it even hit the city, so he had a pretty good idea of how long he had to plan for the worst. But as it seemed, things began to take a turn in the other direction. Downstairs, Joey heard the door open with a thud against the wall, and quickly got up from the side of the bed and moved into the hallway. His .45 had been trained on the stairwell, ready to shoot, but then there was a police announcement. RPD, what the hell were they doing here? Joey had been kicked off the force a few months back, so it wouldnt make sense for anybody to be coming back for him. Either way, they were friendly, and he had to just go with it. Leaning over the railing on the second floor, he looked down into the living room, and replied. "Lock the door behind you, and stay away from the windows."
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Post by KR0R1C on Jun 27, 2012 22:22:47 GMT -5
When the voice first came from the top of the stairs Jax spun and put his cross hairs on the target.
"Lock the door behind you, and stay away from the windows."
A quick examination proved that the man didn't look like one of the infected. In fact Jax had a feeling he had saw this guy a few times but couldn't place his finger on where exactly. He turned and shut to door quietly. Turning the deadbolt and handle locks. Then he slipped his way up the stairs. Stepping up to the man he quietly introduced himself.
"Name's Jax. This your place?"
He held out his free hand for a shake.
"Seen a girl getting chased by a couple o' those psychos. You seen any of them up here?"
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Post by Winters on Jun 27, 2012 23:26:10 GMT -5
Due to the little to no light in the downstairs of the house, except for the sun that came through the window blinds, Joey couldnt tell if the man was actually a cop or not, but it sounded solid to him. As he heard the door close and lock, he was reassured that whoever it was wasnt going to attract attention, and he felt safer knowing just that. When the man finally got up the stairs, Joey had been standing in the doorway, sort of blocking the room until he seen the man. A younger guy to say the least, southern voice. After hearing his name, it did ring a well some, but he was always pretty terrible with names in the first place.
Finally getting a good view of his face though, some memory started coming back. He was a new recruit at the RPD. They two didnt have all that much time together, but from what he knew about the guys scores and honest attitude, he was a decent man. "My place... And yeah, I have..." Stepping off to the site, Joey jerked his head toward the bed, but nobody was there. A cold shiver ran down his spine, and within a moment, he aimed his gun around the room, then pushed his way out into the hallway to see if he could find any clues as to where the newly turned infected had got up. To his releife, a faint whimper came from the closet inside the room. Just hiding, not turned, thankfully. "In there..." He spoke to Jax, keeping things simple.
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Post by KR0R1C on Jun 28, 2012 15:20:30 GMT -5
Jax followed him into a room where someone was apparently hiding. He began to recognize the man finally, he was a cop. An actual cop not a wannabe like himself.
"Hey your Joey Dou-," he didnt bother attempting to finish the last name he knew he would butcher so he just covered it up. "Joey. Right? You work for the RPD? Sorry 'bout sayin' I was a cop, Im still not in yet just kinda helps situations sometimes."
It was then that he realized he was suppose to be talking quietly.
"Any idea what the hell is goin' around here? These psychos just ate a fella down the hill a minute ago righ' in front o' me. Then earlier I was attacked by a pair of rabid dogs. This really aint my day."
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Post by Winters on Jun 28, 2012 18:48:48 GMT -5
"Thats my name..." Well so much for keeping a low key on the name. There was a reason he lived all the way out here, and names were for friends. As of last year, he didnt have any. Joey was relieved to see the face of a police officer though, somebody with a gun was always a good man these days, taking into a account the whole scenario in front of them or not. "Well, I caught the new a few nights back, knew something was wrong in the city. The bizsaar incidents, both with those dogs in the woods last month, and now in people getting attacked by other people at night, its not a coincidence. Some sort of flu or something, makes them attack whatevers, or whoevers closest to them."
The time he spoke, Joey was walking to the closet, and opened up the door. The girl inside hadnt been speaking, just hiding amongst the old clothes and things he had stored away. He couldnt turn on the light to see her either, and there wasnt a flashlight close by. Finally after a minute of fishing around, she was found, but the girl wasnt moving. "Go get some candles from down in the living room, were gonna need some light if we expect to help her here." When his new aquantance left the room, Joey picked up the girl in his arms, and carried her over to the bed. But before he managed to even turn her around, he spung to life and knocked off balance. He stumbled and fell into the hallway, hitting his head off the railing.
Though the blurry vision and the instant headache, Joey could make out the image of the girl getting closer, and when he finally adjusted his vision, realized she was toward him on the ground. Her mouth was stretched open, and horrific vocal sounds came from her tongue sliding across the back of her throat, this wasnt a good situation. Joey reached for his gun, but seen that it was sitting in the room on the floor. Its not like he was going to shoot her, she was just a kid, no more then sixteen years old. But at this point, he had to do something, and fast, or hope Jax heard the commotion from downstairs.
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Post by KR0R1C on Oct 25, 2012 14:23:50 GMT -5
"Go get some candles from down in the living room, were gonna need some light if we expect to help her here." Jackson realized he was talking about someone he had hid in the closet. Most likely before he had entered the house in case he turned out to be one of those psychos. "Uh..." He looked over the railing downstairs and figured out where the living room was. "Yes sir."Spinning on the spot he turned and quick stepped his way down the stairs. He looked back up and over his shoulder to see Joey cradling a girl in his arms and moving her to the room down the hall. He slipped into the living quarters and saw a couple candles sitting on a coffee table. Jax had just snatched them up when he heard a series of thumps from up stairs. He took three quick steps doubling the steps up toward the two. "Everything alright up-" He was cut off by a horrible sound, a mix between a scream and a growl. Aww... sh*t!" He instantly had a bad feeling balloon deep in his stomach. He dropped the candles and pounced up the last few stairs as he pulled his pistol from his side. He spun around the corner in time to see the girl turned feral and coming down on Joey. HEY! He barked, this caused her to look up for the split second he needed to plant a bullet between her eyes. Blood and brains exploded out the back of her head painting the floor and some of the wall. The shot echoed off the confined spaces making his ears ring. Jackson holstered the pistol and jammed fingers in his ears and wiggled them back and forth hoping to stop the ringing. Once that subsided Jax ran the palm of his hand over his face and exhaled slowly. He knew that the girl had gone crazy like all the others, but it didnt change the fact had he had just shot an underaged girl in the face. With a deep breath he walked up to Joey and offering him a hand off the floor. You alright bubba'? The line was informal, weak, and had a bit of quiver in its tone.
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Post by Winters on Oct 26, 2012 1:22:16 GMT -5
Looking down at the girl now laying on the ground, Joey was surprised the cop had even made the shot. It wasnt something he could do. Defend himself by getting away and trying to knock her out, maybe, but just putting a bullet in her brain was a totally different thing. "Jesus christ. Ive seen a lot of stuff out here, but...- If the city is all like this, I dont think this is something we can fix over night, thats for sure. Luckily, living all the way out here, it was next to impossible to know about the incidents in the city. Aside from the radio and TV. How many days this has been going on was the real question, and the only way to find out would be to head into the city and find out. Or hole up here, whatever seemed like the better choice.
"Lets get the body out into the back yard, give her a burial tomorrow..." Before lifting up the girl, Joey reached into her pants pocket, and found a small ladies wallet. Inside was a photo ID card with some information about who she was. "...Carly Ericson. Born August 5th, 1986. She was from Stoneville, thats far outside Raccoon City, do you think whatever this is has gotten that far yet?" Whether it has or or hasnt, Joey wanted to get to the RPD. If anybody was still alive, thats where they would be. Not like he had any friends or family, but they had safety, some of the best boys he knew here cops. Obviously Jax here was a good man, and would most likely feel like checking it out himself. But tomorrow. Tonight, they would stay here.
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Post by KR0R1C on Oct 26, 2012 16:15:36 GMT -5
Jax shook his head the image was playing over and over in his mind. He didn't even really know how he made the shot, instinct was his best guess. Reaction and muscle memory coupled with adrenaline and a fear of the moment resulted in the dead body laying before the two men. "Lets get the body out into the back yard, give her a burial tomorrow..." Jackson completely agreed. If he had to look at the body the rest of the night he'd probably be thinking she was going to come after him as soon as his eyes shut. Joey knelt and pulled ID from the corpse. "Carly Ericson. Born August 5th, 1986. She was from Stoneville, thats far outside Raccoon City, do you think whatever this is has gotten that far yet?" "Fer all I know that could be where all this started. I ain't got a damn clue what's goin' on. 'T's like the friggin' rapture or somethin'. Ya' know?"He helped carry the body out the back door of the home where they laid it behind a pile of firewood and covered it with a tarp. When they returned into the house they settled in and sat silent for a few moments. Jax finally pulled out his pistol to check it out and see how many rounds he had left when a thought entered his mind. "You dont..." He paused at first thinking that his question might be stupid, but decided to ask anyway. "You dont think that anymore of them things heard this gun shot do ya?"A little while later Derek said something that had been on his mind since he left his house. "We gotta get into the city and figure out what the heck is turnin' ever'body inta these crazies."
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Post by Winters on Oct 26, 2012 20:27:14 GMT -5
They could bury it tomorrow, but for now, it was resting outside peacefully next to the wood pile. The air was cold up in the mountains, and with the sun now completely behind the trees, the orange glow was going away with each passing minute. Joey was wise to set up some candles now rather then later, and once he was back in the house, its exactly what he did. Lit them around the living room, and if they needed anything somewhere else in the house, they could pick up the metal plates they rest into and carry them. His power bill out in the woods wasnt very steel, and he didnt need to buy a lot of batteries. The generator was gas powered, if they needed to. The way things are, he wanted to leave what gas he had left for an emergency.
The cop, or soon to be, he wouldnt think of him any lower, was checking his gun, and Joey figured it was a good idea to do so himself. "...Not a lot of people up here. One residence half mile east, but my guess is that hes doing the same thing we are right now." Though he felt a little odd doing so while the guy was sitting in his living room, he opened up the drawer in the coffee table, and exposed about four boxes of bullets for his own handgun. "We can go into town tomorrow, id rather not make the trip at night, especially if things are this bad. Help yourself, by he way."[/b] He motioned to the bullets. It was always good to be prepared. Under the sofa, he pulled out an SKS Carbine and a handful of stripper clips. In the closet behind the coats was another box, this had rifle rounds.
The two men thought to themselves about whats been going on, but for the most part, seemed relaxed at the moment. Or at least Joey was, he usually always was. More laid back then most. Probably from living out in the middle of nowhere, not being bothered by anything. He began filling up the stripped clips, and tossing them into a pouch that fit about ten of them. It was tedious, but preparing them now meant he could load more bullets into his rifle on the fly had he needed to. The cop still sitting in the living now made him chuckle, given the situation. "Got a favor to ask you, though..." Without letting Jax respond, Joey spoke out loading up the rifle on his lap. "Dont ask me if I have a permit and ill let you stay here here for the night."
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Post by KR0R1C on Oct 31, 2012 14:34:34 GMT -5
Jax actually laughed under his breath at Joey's last statement. They stayed up for a bit longer before deciding on taking shifts until morning. Derek took the first shift of rest then switched out with Joey at 4am. He spent the early morning hours reading a Tom Clancy book he found on a shelf in the house and fighting away sleep. Hunger finally set in around 6:30am and he raided the fridge for anything he could eat or cook quietly, trying his best not to wake Joey.
At 9am Jax began getting his things ready to head into town. When Joey awoke he told him about his truck that was just at the base of the trail he had come up. It was locked and off the road. But most of all it still had Derek's rifle onboard; the Savage .270 Winchester Short Magnum. Jax stepped out onto the front porch and the sun was just beginning to filter through the trees covering the mountain to the east. Just looking out over the mountainside would have been peaceful. However it was awkwardly silent, for someone who had lived in the mountains for years the normal timbre was missing. It was enough to be a bit unnerving, he could almost feel eyes from some unseen location staring down on him from the forest that surrounded the lot for the house.
Jax pulled out his Ruger and checked the chamber for a round. He let the slide go and it slammed back together with a satisfying clasp. He waited for Joey to join him before setting off down the hill.
"Wha' do ya think it'll be like once we get inta' town?" He was having conflicting scenarios playing out in his head. A controlled environment where they caught the crazies, a warzone throughout the city, a complete military take over with the roads cleared to keep everyone safe, or simply complete and utter chaos.
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Dominic Chase
Alive
"Things can't get any worse..or can they?"
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Post by Dominic Chase on Nov 1, 2012 19:25:32 GMT -5
[OOC: I didn't know whether or not to type in Dominic entering the area. Just leave a little note after reading if I was required to do so.]
Dominic's hands were gripped tightly on the brown, rubbery steering wheel of his Ford Crown Victoria P71 Cruiser. Interestingly enough, being only a recruit, he wasn't actually meant to be driving such an intricate police interceptor without proper clearance. However, due to the outbreak, Dominic knew that the "rules" weren't in effect anymore. He had a job to do. His foot eased slightly on the breaks. He didn't want to put the pedal to the metal for two slightly different reasons. The Arklay Mountain region was a very forest-like area, surrounded by tree's and uneven ground. The second reason, albeit the most important one, was the outbreak himself. After what he faced back in the main city, he didn't want to risk an accidental run in with another one of those "creatures" as he called them, with lack of any better name. Deathly silence encased his surroundings. Not one bird chirped. Not one animal stirred. The silence was almost deafening to his ears, the only thing keeping him company being the sound of the motor running. It kept him at ease in a strange way. He kept his windows rolled down, not wanting to miss hearing the screams of survivors taken by surprise as he once was.
He tapped patiently on the car door before reaching the main forest region of the mountain range. Knowing well-enough that driving through a landscape like the one laid out before him in his vehicle would be dangerous, he rolled up the window and put his left hand on the door opener pulling while stepping out quickly. A cool breeze blew past him and into the depths of the forest. It was almost as if he was being eased into the forest. He stuck his key into the ignition and turned clockwise, shutting off the car motor. The silence flooded back into place. Upholstering his Beretta 92, he held it up with his left hand under the butt of the gun and his right hand pressed over, his index finger lightly on the trigger. Dominic casually stepped into the forest, looking to his left and to his right every few steps. He didn't want to be taken by surprise again. Grass rustled under his feet. The ground was rough and uneven, causing him to stumble a few times.
Time began to pass, though he couldn't tell how much had passed specifically. He felt his eyes grow heavier but Dominic used all of his willpower to keep his mind from flowing into darkness. Even a subtle blink would send him away from his main objective. In the thicket of the darkness, he saw a figure. It was roughly around his size, but it didn't move. He didn't let his guard up for a second, though."Dominic Chase, R.P.D, do you need any help?" Dominic asked simply. No reply. Dominic gritted his teeth, moving slightly closer. He repeated his question, slightly rougher in tone, but with the same response. Suddenly, the figure began to move towards him slowly. It let out a small moan. "Hold it!" Dominic said to the figure, who continued to move towards him. As it moved closer, the moon began to trickle through the small openings the tree branches allowed. It's face was revealed as being disorientated, jagged and rough. It's eyes were practically blank and it's mouth was open savagely. As if it knew it's cover was blown, it began to move faster, outstretching it's pale arms. "Damn!" Dominic pulled the trigger, sending a bullet spiraling between the creatures eyes and lodging into the back of it's head. It dropped to it's knee's abruptly, then fell to the ground with a thud.
Dominic took a deep breath, stepped around the corpse, and continued forward. After taking a few steps, the silence was once again broken by a loud BANG! that echoed off the trees and into his ears. He swore under his breath and held his gun up defensively, making his way through the tree's. It took him a bit of jogging, with a significant amount time passing, but he ended up at the entrance of a large home. In his view, a man. He stood on the porch, seemingly unaware of his presence. He took another breath and revealed himself. Whoever he was, he must know what had went down here. He had to have been involved. Pointing his gun at the man while keeping a distance, he introduced himself.
"Dominic Chase, Raccoon City Police Department...or at least what's left of it. What's happened here?" He asked the man.
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Post by Winters on Nov 6, 2012 3:44:15 GMT -5
[Dont worry about editing the post, ill just set the scene up a bit differently for you, to compensate for joining in at an odd time]
"Im not sure, to be honest. Havent really seen anything like this before, not quite sure how to handle it. Im thinking we check out the station, but if thats a bit too much, then maybe we should just get as close as we can to the city. If you have anybody in there to go back for, im sure you wouldnt be all the way out here." As it seemed, the duo were really only doing this for the good of their own respect for the city. It was a good community, good people, not a high level of crime. If they could do anything to help, Joey knew that the RCPD would be full of men and women willing to fight for the same cause.
Joey raised his fist, halting Jax to wait while he scouted ahead. He was sure that his own vehicle was down here, but their mightve been a little problem. One that he didnt really want to try and explain, just get past before he got to his truck. Ahead, there was the four by four, but in the back lay waste of a deer carcass, brutally ripped open from the stomach to the neck. This was where Joey knew something was wrong, and before he could even open his mouth, growling came from behind the truck. A wild dog was holding a piece of the deers leg in his mouth, and then sprung to life and attacked him.
With a quick shot from his rifle, Joey planted a round between the dogs head, as a whimper ended the scene. Looking back at Jax, he could tell that this was far from just a wild dog. It wasnt a wolf, he knew the dog, belonged to the man a few miles around the mountain. The thought that whatever was doing this to people was doing it to animals too was quickly brought to a halt when a voice pushed the scene back into action. Another cop, with a gun aimed at him. "You seen it, officer. Hes seen it, too. This sickness, takes over. Even animals, too. I had to put that dog down, he was coming at me..." Looking back at Jax, the trio seemed a little more calm. The cop understood.
"My partner and I were heading back into the city, maybe check out the Police Department. You two know eachother?" Joey spoke to his friend Jax. Two cops, small town. Hell, didnt really matter, the three of them would get along. They had guns, the knowhow to use them, and right now, a solid plan with a another bit of manpower.
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Post by KR0R1C on Nov 7, 2012 14:22:22 GMT -5
Jax had kept his Ruger at the ready since Joey had given him the order to halt. And from the moment the newcomer made himself known his weapon was at the ready. Dominic. He ran the name over and again in his mind trying to remember him. Derek was terrible with names and he hated himself for it, he knew it would be a hindrance in the field but he did his best to keep it hidden. He usually just B-S'ed his way when he couldnt remember someone. But something in the guys face caused Jax to recognize him. Couldnt recall working with him, but he had seen him a few times.
"How ya doin' bub?" Jackson asked as he nodded his head and lowered his weapon. "We're abou' ta head inta town. Ya aint heard from anybody that way have ya?"
Jax and Joey would let the new guy fill them in on their way back to the road. Derek still needed to get his rifle from his truck, and he wanted to make sure his baby; the Supercharged Dodge Dakota was still in one piece.
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