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Post by Rhinn on Apr 26, 2017 11:19:47 GMT -5
== Raccoon City == == Downtown District == == Raccoon City Luxury Towers == == 17th floor == == October, 2012 ==
Kyle took a deep breath to steady his nerves. Adrenaline was coursing through his body from the last encounter with the undead. He had almost been overwhelmed when he had jumped a waist high barrier and ran from his police cruiser toward the Luxury Towers. The horde of undead had been on his feet, but now they struggled to get over the barrier. The first row fell over the barrier, but had their legs pinned in place as the other waves ran into them. It wasn't enough to stop them forever, but it did slow them down.
Kyle turned the corner and when he was out of site of the horde, he tried the side door and found it open. Aiming his AR-15 into the opening, he entered the building and shut the door.
"Control this is 1228, requesting back up aid at Luxury Towers, come back." Nothing but static had answered his calls. It had been that way for the last hour. At that time, Kyle was trying to make his way back to the precinct. How, he knew that was almost impossible. His Tahoe was 3 blocks back and it might as well be 15 miles away.
"If I get to the top, maybe I can get an idea of what is going on around here", he said as he read the directory on the wall of the foyer. The bottom 5 floors were business related and the top 15 floors were residential. The top floor held the penthouse suites. "Time to start climbing", he said as he headed to the stairs.
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Post by Escachick357 on May 3, 2017 2:51:09 GMT -5
-Five minutes earlier-
Mickey had been running through the streets for the last ten minutes. Thankfully the child in her arms had been quiet for that whole time. In fact, Chelsea had been quiet even while her family was being devoured by whatever overtook the city. At least three times, one of the creatures nearly grabbed her either by the arm or the hair. If she had only been in this city for longer, she would know every nook and cranny of the city.
...finally, she came to the large luxury buildings. A few times, she had walked by them on her way home from work and wondered what it would be like to live in such a nice building. It would probably be safe to hide in there for a while so she could catch her breath and maybe let Chelsea crawl around to give her arm a break. She opened the side door and ran inside, neglecting to close it, possibly a fatal decision on her part.
She turned a few corners and found a lone chair to sit down on. Unfortunately, the floor was not the cleanest place for an infant to crawl around, so she had to settle for resting the infant against her body. The building was actually quiet, a huge relief to her but also a nerve-wracking incident. For each minute that passed, she grew even more nervous. If she didn't find a living person that could help her soon, she would have to run alone into the dangerous zone again.
Then she heard a sound she had wanted to hear, a man speaking clearly. Surely he was not infected and wouldn't kill her.
Mickey stood up and walked towards the voice, the stairs. That's when she saw the man. It took her several seconds to speak up, so hopefully when she spoke, he heard her.
"Ummm...excuse me, sir? You're not one of those monsters are you?"
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Post by Rhinn on May 3, 2017 11:42:36 GMT -5
Kyle swung his rifle around to point it at the woman's face. For a second, he almost pulled the trigger. When he realized she wasn't undead, he held his fire.
"No ma'am. And if I have anything to say about it, I'll stay that way. I am Officer Jacoby, of the RCPD. Who are you?" Kyle saw the baby. "Oh God, a baby. We need to get to safety."
As if to emphasize the point, the undead slammed into the glass doors. Kyle knew that they wouldn't hold. "We need to get up higher."
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Post by Escachick357 on May 11, 2017 1:40:16 GMT -5
Mickey let out a sigh of relief. Finally, there was somebody that could help her survive this nightmare. She shifted Chelsea in her arms as she quickly introduced herself, "I'm Mickey Leona. I'm not sure of this baby's real name, so I just call her Chelsea."
Mickey jumped as she heard the moans of the undead as they slammed their hands on the walls and windows of the buildings. It wouldn't take much longer for them to eventually break through, but was it really a good idea to get to higher ground? The only way to go from there would be down and how were the three of them going to get down by themselves? There was no way she was going to leave Chelsea behind while she was alive to make that decision.
In the few seconds she stood there thinking, she could swear that she heard the sound of glass shattering. Even if it was her imagination, it was enough for her to make a decision. "Let's go." She said quickly, heading up to the stairs with the child in her arms giggling the entire time.
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Post by Rhinn on May 11, 2017 10:57:38 GMT -5
Kyle pointed to the stairs that he had just come from. "That way. The stairwell was cleared for at least a few floors and that would give us some breathing room." The front glass shattered some more. Kyle followed Mickey up the stairs. They made it up to the second floor when Kyle stopped them.
"Mickey, do you know how to shoot a gun?" Kyle was concerned a little bit as she was leading them up the stairwell, but he had not seen a weapon on her. He held out his sidearm. "How about if I lead or I can hold the baby while you lead?"
Down below on the first floor, the undead mass had broken through the glass doors/windows and entered the apartment complex. Kyle had made sure that the door to the stairwell had been securely been shut. Also, with stairwell exits, by code, they were push to open doors. So even if the horde made it to the door, they were have to stop, back up and pull on the door. As Kyle had found out, they were fairly stupid and not very adept with their motor skills.
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Post by Escachick357 on May 18, 2017 0:08:02 GMT -5
Mickey nodded at the first question asked, "It's been a while, but I know how to fire a gun. My father taught me how years ago in case I might need to defend myself." She left out the fact that he also taught her how to shoot pepper spray and how to attack the parts of the human body to make them bleed. With the way those creatures were acting, blood and pepper spray, if she had any, were not going to do her any good.
She took the gun and balanced Chelsea in her arms. "I can handle her until I can get a carrier. Just lead me where you want us to head." She jumped when she heard the glass shatter, but somehow she felt safe. For now at least. It would only take a certain amount of time before either they got stuck with an army of the monsters or one of her heels broke, both bad situations for her and anyone around her.
The sound of the horde came closer with each passing minute, but still she felt safe in the stairwell. Of course, she didn't really want to spend her entire time in there waiting for the horde to come through. She wanted to be outside no matter how dangerous it was. "Lead the way." she commanded with a smile.
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Post by Rhinn on May 18, 2017 8:48:40 GMT -5
Feeling a little better now that Mickey was armed, Kyle switched places with her and began to lead them up. The climb up the stairwell was a little nerve-racking at times but so far they were not attacked. At each floor Kyle stopped and looked through the safety glass in the window to see if the floor was cleared. The bottom floors were not favorable to say the least. With it being the middle of the day in the middle of the week, those floors had been full of people. Somehow, some infected had gotten in and well, let's just say that it turned out badly. At most doors Kyle found at least a handful of the infected roaming the hallways.
At the 5th floor as he looked through the glass, he came face to face with one of the infected staring at him. Half the man's face was eaten off and his right eye was missing. He/it looked at Kyle and began to moan. Around him, more of the infected turned at the sound of the moan and headed toward the door.
And now the safety code of fire exits was going to work against them. All fire exits, by code, had to be arranged to just push open. So what was keeping the first floor infected out, was about to let all the other floors infected into the stairwell.
"Move it, Mickey. We got to get up higher", Kyle said. Looking on the ground, he found what was to be a godsend... a wooden wedge that someone had used to keep the door open. Kyle grabbed it and shoved it in the bottom crack of the door and kicked it in, hard. It jammed the door shut just as the infected pushed.
It wouldn't hold forever, but it would give them a good five minutes. "Head on up", he said, aiming his rifle up the stairwell. With luck, they could make it up to the roof where is radio might work better. With luck, they would find a place to hole up until the national guard showed up to help reign in the infected.
With luck, they would make it out of this alive.
Luck was holding as Kyle continued up the stairwell. The next 5 floors were residential, but instead of having safety glass to peer through, it was just a solid steel fire door. On the first three doors, he tapped loudly and was rewarded by moans on the other side. Without a word, he continued on.
Just as he reached the 12th floor, the sounds of moans grew louder in the stairwell. The infected, somehow, had pushed significantly to open the doors and they were spilling into the stairwell. Most were headed down the stairs, tumbling and falling, but he also heard the clanging as they tried to go up.
Above them, probably on the 15th floor, a door opened and the sound of bodies falling down the stairs could be heard and felt on the stairwell.
"Looks like this is our stop", Kyle said, banging on the door. He listened carefully for any moans. The stairs shook under the weight of so many falling bodies. He knocked again. A body, broken in several places landed on the landing above them. Without hearing a moan, Kyle pulled the door open and aimed his gun through it.
Nothing was on the other side. Kyle motioned for Mickey to take Chelsea through and then he pulled the door shut.
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Post by Escachick357 on May 25, 2017 1:19:44 GMT -5
As they ran further up the stairs, the smell of rotting flesh and other nastiness filled the air. For the first time in a while, Chelsea was not giggling. She wasn't exactly crying but she was making noises that showed that she was not pleased with the smell. It would only be a short while before she started to cry and give up their location to the undead and their allies.
They were making great progress with running away when the unthinkable and inevitable happened: the infected got out and headed towards them. It actually made her frightened when they started going down the stairwell and they showed no intention of stopping. It also didn't help that they were coming from the top and from the bottom. To make things worse, as the moans got louder and the stairwell shook, Chelsea became even less fussy. Things took a turn for the worse when the loud sound of the creatures falling over each other took the baby over the edge and caused her to start crying.
This was most definitely their stop. Chances were there were more infected inside the building and they would get onto the stairwell. The whole thing could possibly fall apart and the survivors would be killed and not turning into one of the monsters, a situation she didn't want to end up. Mickey had to get Chelsea to stop crying. At least if they hid in a building and she was silent, there was a chance that they could hide from the monsters. She didn't even care if a room to hide in wasn't fully safe. They could handle taking care of one or two zombies so long as Chelsea was silent afterwards.
Mickey shuffled inside the room and felt relieved when the door was closed. Now it was time for her next task. While still standing, Mickey softly bounced the child up and down and spoke in a soft voice but nothing was working. After two minutes of unsuccessful attempts and silence, she remembered what she used to do when she calmed down her brother when he was a baby. As she rocked, she sang softly the song "Lavender Blue" and after three verses, Chelsea stopped crying. Finally, she could look around the area.
The room was very clean for the situation. The floor must have been recently cleaned because of the smell. The bleach was strong, but a bit faded. The furniture seemed more or less undisturbed and nobody seemed to be present in the building, which had to be some sort of residential area. The room could be safety for a while, just enough time for them to catch their breath and stock up on any supplies for good use. She didn't approve of stealing, but with the world the way it was, who would take the time to come back here just for supplies.
She sat down on a nearby couch and slipped out of her shoes, keeping an ear open for the sound of loud moans. All she got were the dull ones from out in the stairwell. They were safe. She turned her head and asked, "What's the plan now? I've never been to this building before so I don't know if there is a back exit."
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Post by Rhinn on May 25, 2017 9:02:01 GMT -5
Kyle had led Mickey out into the hallways of the 12th floor. At this level, they were not penthouse level housing, but they were more than your average apartment. For as large as a building as this was, there were only 6 apartments on this level, meaning that most were on the larger size.
They were able to enter into the first apartment and Kyle quickly shut the door. The sounds of the moaning was muffled but it didn't die down.
As Mickey began to quiet down the baby, first bouncing her and then singing her a song, Kyle began to clear the apartment. It was quite larger... larger and more well appointed than Kyle's own apartment. I guess if you are going to ride out the apocalypse, might as well do it in style, he thought.
From the door of the apartment, there was a short hallway that lead to the kitchen/living area/dining area. At the end of the apartment was the exterior wall with floor to ceiling windows. Past the windows was a decent sized balcony.
On either side of the living area, there were two doors, each one leading to a different suite (bedroom / bathroom combination). Quickly, Kyle cleared all the rooms, making sure that they were all alone.
As he came out of the last room, he smiled at the image of Mickey, shoes off, holding Chelsea.
"Well", Kyle said, in response to her question, "For now I think the best thing to do would be to wait this out. I will see if I am able to contact anyone on my radio." He picked up the remote for the TV and turned it on. "Also, we need to know if this is an isolated event here in Raccoon City, or if it has spread to the surrounding areas."
Kyle didn't voice his fears, but if it had spread, they would be hard pressed to control this viral outbreak.
"If I can get in touch with my precinct, I might be able to get someone to send the helicopter to come pick us up." That right there was a long shot, but at least the police would know that they are there.
Kyle began to switch channels, but they were all showing the same thing, just from different people. To his dismay, it seemed the outbreak was just limited to Raccoon City... nope, other parts of the country and the world were experiencing the same things.
"By the way, the 2nd room has actually been converted to a nursery. It is for a little boy, but you might find something useful for Chelsea... diapers and clothes and such", said Kyle, pointing to the 2nd bedroom. "All the rooms are clear, but I haven't gone through them yet."
His eyes were transfixed on the television and the reports coming from the news teams.
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Post by Escachick357 on Jun 1, 2017 2:40:28 GMT -5
After Chelsea calmed down, Mickey took the time to take a look around her apartment. It most definitely did not look like the apartment she lived in. It almost looked nicer than her home back in Collins, but it almost didn't look lived in. Sure, her apartment only had two college students living inside it and they cleaned it as often as they possibly could, but this was hotel-clean. She felt like if she touched something, then all hell would break loose, much like when she visited her aunt Sylvia's house. The screams still shook her to the core even after the woman moved to an assisted living facility in Oklahoma three years ago.
She was notified of the room for a baby and immediately headed towards it. If she could get Chelsea to take a nap, it would be a good way for Mickey to relax her arms without worrying about the child wandering off. The room was really nice, more decorated than when she and her brother were babies. The walls were blue with images either painted or glued to the wall. The crib was huge, easily enough to fit triplets with room to spare and had toys everywhere. The room even had an elaborate changing table. He was most certainly a spoiled child, but this was not the time to worry about that. After removing some toys from the crib, Mickey laid Chelsea into the crib and turned on the mobile. Almost instantly the child went to sleep. During this time, Mickey took the time to grab a diaper bag and stuff it full of baby items and place a baby carrier on the changing table. It would come in handy later.
Mickey took a step into the next room and instantly felt jealous. It must have been the master bedroom. The king-sized bed was possibly the largest bed she ever saw and the vanity was covered with make-up and perfumes from different countries that could easily cost more than $2,000 each. Even her own mother didn't own cosmetics as expensive. She thought about taking one or two home with her if she survived, but changed her mind against it. What she did do, however, was reach into her inner child and did a little bounce onto and before collapsing on the large bed. It was official: if she ever became a doctor, she was definitely buying this bed. She deserved it.
Knowing that barefoot was no use out in the streets, so she "borrowed" a pair of shoes, avoiding the sandals and heels. After that, she walked into back into the living room and headed straight for the phone and started her next task: call home...if she could.
Thankfully, after a few rings, a familiar voice spoke and Mickey began talking to the timid voice of her brother, "Hey, Sky...how are things back home...really?...No, he's just making something up...so you heard about the problems over here...yes, I'm fine...no, really I'm okay..." as she spoke, Mickey opened the curtains and looked down upon the carnage on the streets. It was worse than she thought, especially after she saw a crow fly right by the window with what she hoped wasn't a piece of a human scalp. "No, don't send Dad over here...I mean it, I'll be home within a few days and I'll be okay. I don't need Dad to come over here and get caught in here again. Just do this for me..." Before the last sentence could be completed, the line went dead.
Mickey sat next to Kyle and watched the TV with him. She paled with each minute that passed. Videos from living and dying people started to air on the screens. Even the dogs were infected now. If animals could be infected, then she had even more of a reason to survive. "Were you able to get through to your precinct?"
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Post by Rhinn on Jun 5, 2017 10:29:40 GMT -5
Kyle had been watching with growing horror at what was going on in the streets... not just the streets of Raccoon City, but on streets around the world. The National Guard had been deployed to help out at hospitals and other government buildings, but they were slow in reacting. Also, it seemed that the chaos was exponentially growing. As attackers overwhelmed a section of the city, it added to their size. The more men that were thrown at the problem, seemed to make the problem worse. While Mickey was checking out the rooms, he finally got confirmation about his precinct. The RC News Team had been overrun, but before the were taken out by undead, they had panned over to his precinct... it was in flames! Also, the camera caught many of the undead flowing out of the building were in uniform. It was likely that that entire police force, if they were in the building, was infected. Kyle went to the balcony to see if hey could get a better view... he was near his precinct, after all. Looking west, through the scope of his rifle, he found the police station. The front half of the building was awash in flames with the undead surrounding the building. The only other place that might be worse would be the hospital, where the originally infected people were probably taken. Shaking his head, he tried to raise any armed response, whether it ws Police, Emergency or military. Most of what he got was either static, or the scream of the dying. As much as Kyle wanted to help and fight the undead, he knew that right now, it would be useless. Besides, he had a duty to protect Mickey and Chelsea... Hell, Chelsea might the be only baby left out of this. He sat back down on the couch, watching the horror play out on the TV. Presently, Mickey came back in and tried to contact her family. When she asked about her precinct, he pointed to the burning building on TV. "Unfortunately, there will be no help from there. It was overrun. Military, National Guard and Reserves are being deployed, but they are being overrun as well. For now, I think the best thing is to wait this out." Kyle put the remote down and stood up, not believing what was going on. Surely they had learned from the 90's. Surely, the military would know how to respond. Still, Kyle felt useless, training for situations like this, and now, his best bet was to sit it out. "We might as well, look for food and make preparations for the night. I bet that the military will have this section cleared out in a few days, so if we make sure we stay here for now, we should be good."
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Post by Escachick357 on Jun 15, 2017 1:07:40 GMT -5
Mickey hated watching the television after watching just five minutes of it. Everything on the screen was showing what was happening outside of the large window of the room. It was all reminders that they were not going to be safe until they left this city. "I'm assuming the hospital would be out of the question visiting, too. If the police station is overrun by those things, just imagine how bad things are if many of the bitten people came to the same area and infected the doctors and nurses that were trying to save them." It would be suicide to go to a place like that. Only an idiot or a very desperate person would enter a hospital during a time like this.
Mickey continued to stare at the television, watching images of people screaming and not just men and women but she even saw a little boy not older and seven years old stumbling around bloodied and wearing a soccer uniform as if he had just been at practice. Mickey could only imagine what the boy had been doing: running with his teammates and possibly even making a goal when one of the infected people came in and bit down on the thin neck of the boy before continuing to chow down on the rest of his body as his teammates and coach ran off screaming or attempting to save the child before being turned shortly after themselves. It made her sick to her stomach just thinking about it.
A few minutes of silence with exception of the sounds from the television followed before Mickey decided to speak, "You know about the 1998 incident in this city where it was overrun by monsters? My father was one of the people who left their homes to try and help solve the situation. I still remember the day of the incident and the days afterwards. He gave my mother and I a hug and explained that he had some military experience and it was his duty to help the people of his country before walking out the door and into a truck with a bunch of his old military comrades. He came back a few days later, pale and quiet but safe and alive. Of his seven military friends, only one came back alive. He never told me about what happened, but now going through this, I can see what he went through."
Her eyes widened when she saw a familiar face on the screen. Oh God. It's Maribel. The thought of one of her two roommates stumbling the streets like everyone else, blood staining her back and revealing a part of her spine. Although Mickey thought of Maribel as annoying and rather self-centered, she didn't deserve to die at this point in life.
Mickey had finally had enough and got up from the couch. Maybe being in the kitchen to make some lunch would take her mind off of what was happening. She opened the fridge and many cabinets in the rather large room. The owners must have just gone shopping because the milk and salad mix's "best by" date was scheduled for ten days later. Unless the power went out, the perishables would be fine for the next week if they were forced to stay holed up inside this building. However, in case they didn't have that chance, she started making sandwiches for the next few days before placing them inside a plastic container for when they had to leave.
She took a quick peek out of the living room window and noticed that although it was still very light outside, it was going to get dark soon and quickly. It was close to dinner time. The kitchen was well stocked and although she was nowhere near the best cook around, the chose to take the time to make something to eat. If they didn't get around to doing so, they would certainly not survive. After watching the bird and human scalp, she went with another meat in the fridge: steak. This place didn't have the spices her restaurant had, but she would have to make do.
As she waited for the pan to heat up so she could start cooking, she looked out the window yet again, this time opening the curtains just a little bit more. As she expected, there were no survivors running around trying to survive but now dogs were wandering the roads and not one of them looked like the kind dogs on leashes frolicking in the park. They would bite before a person even had a chance to consider petting them. "Something tells me that we may not be able to stay here for too long."
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Post by Rhinn on Jun 15, 2017 10:06:57 GMT -5
Kyle didn’t know what was worse, watching the TV, or putting it on mute and actually hearing the sounds float up from the street below. He opted for silencing the TV for a few minutes and using the closed captioning. His stomach was turning at the carnage, but he still wanted to have it on incase the military showed up to start evacuating. He decided to join Mickey in the kitchen, which was really only 15 feet away. She was making sandwiches and putting them in plastic containers for later. Kyle realized that she was prepping meals for later, in case they were on the run or they were evacuated. Going to the cabinets, he found it pretty well stocked on canned food. That would be something that could be useful for them. There was also a canned coffee, so he pulled that can out and began to make coffee for the two of them. He also found a can of formula for Chelsea when she woke up.
As Mickey pulled out steaks and a pan, he went to the fridge and pulled out the salad mix. Getting a bowl out of the cabinets, he put the salad mix in the bowl. It was one of those pre-created Caesar salad mixes. He tossed in the salad, added the parmesan cheese, croutons and Caesar dressing. Then with salad tongs, he began to toss the salad, mixing it together. He grabbed two plates from the cabinet and set them out as well.
Soon the coffee Kyle was brewing began to fill the room with its aroma. Grabbing a knife, he got a loaf of French bread, which was sure to go back pretty quickly and began to cut it into slices. He added butter to it and put it in the oven, turning it on to toast it up.
Kyle had to admit, this was kinda of weird. It was almost like a blind date. He still didn’t know much of Mickey, except that she was a waitress and had saved a baby. Actually, that probably told him a lot about her. Still, there was sort of an awkward silence that hung in the air. Kyle really didn’t know what to say and any conversation about what they did that day, likes and dislikes, seemed to pale in comparison with what was going on outside.
When she asked her question about staying here for a while, Kyle responded. “For now, it is probably better off that we stay here. Once it quiets down outside”, Kyle knew that in a few days or so, one side would win out. Either the police and military would wipe out the undead… or the undead would wipe out them out. If that happened, then the undead would continue to follow the survivors out of the area and then maybe they could make it back to his cruiser. “Once it quiets down, we can pack up our supplies and try to make it to my cruiser which is three blocks away. Then we can make a run out of the city, or join up with remaining military or police units. Until then, as long as we have power, food and water, we can hold out here.”
Trying at some sort of normalcy, Kyle started to ask Mickey about herself. “So Mickey, tell me a little bit about yourself.”
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Post by Escachick357 on Jun 26, 2017 0:59:58 GMT -5
Mickey was still nervous despite the somewhat reassuring tone in his voice. However, a night might be safe for now but any more than that and they would become one of the monsters roaming the streets. Who knows how long the carnage would rage on outside and there was only a 5% chance that the whole thing would slow down as well. "Do you really think that the carnage outside will die down a little?" she asked in a softer voice than usual. She was still not sure of the safety of the building itself.
Her anxiety spiked shortly when she heard a scream from out in the hallways. Some poor soul, a young lady it sounded like, thought that going into this tower was a smart and safe place to be. Unfortunately, she didn't end up like the trio that had entered only a mere few hours ago and the loud moans made it clear that she did not survive. Mickey flinched as the seconds ticked by into a whole minute. She went to school to become a doctor and had planned on being one for years, yet she was unable to help someone who really needed the help. More silence ticked by before the moans seemed to get softer and softer. They were starting to head in the other direction and would soon be joined by their new young victim.
She turned her head away from the door and thought about the next question asked of her. What was there to tell? She wasn't interesting, at least not to her and the rest of her friends. "There really isn't anything interesting to tell. I'm from Collins. As you know, my father was the first one to come to this city and miraculously survived. When he came back, he never liked to talk about the events that happened and he always got silent when he thought of his old friends that did not survive. In the years afterwards, he never wanted my mother, little brother, or me to go anywhere near Raccoon City even after it was deemed safe and once again civilized. After my best friend died from a failed appendectomy, I chose to become a doctor so I could avoid accidents like that from happening again. Unfortunately, there are no colleges in Collins and the closest one my family could afford was in Raccoon City. My father was not pleased when I chose to go to the university and was mad even after I finished my first semester. I just hope that he doesn't try to come after me; he may have survived once, but he probably won't a second time through." She stated that last sentence under her breath.
"Chelsea is a complete mystery. I'm almost positive her family was visiting the country and had no idea of what was going to happen. I saw them when I was working as a waitress at La Rejouissance. A fellow waitress, Juliet, took their orders and the parents and older sister sounded like they were from Australia and even used some of the slang. Then the monsters came in and took the sister before turning on the parents. I almost didn't get to save Chelsea. I wouldn't even be surprised if we ran into one of them on the streets when we leave. She's old enough to know her family and will probably giggle when she sees one of them."
As she finished speaking, a loud smack hit the window of the apartment. From a little opening in the curtains, Mickey saw a stream of blood and feathers. A bird seemed to hit the window either intentionally or unintentionally but not hard enough to break or even crack the window. If it was a normal bird, it was most likely dead by now but about fifteen more hits like that would put them into a worse position. More silence came before Mickey began to speak again, "So, would you like to tell me a little bit about yourself?"
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Post by Rhinn on Jun 27, 2017 11:43:43 GMT -5
Kyle shrugged a bit. “I can’t say for sure, but I expect them to go where the food is. As more of the town gets consumed, I fear that they will move out farther out of town. While that will allow us to get out of here, it also means that they are winning. I think that at some point, we…”
Kyle was cut off from the scream out in the hallway. It was definitely female and she was in trouble. Instinct cut in and he had his sidearm out and had taken a few feet toward the door before he stopped himself. The moans were just as loud, now that the scream was dying down. Kyle tightened his other hand into a fist and took a deep breath. Opening that door would be a very big mistake and most likely result in him, Mickey and Chelsea getting ripped to pieces, but damn, every ounce of his being wanted to him.
Slowly, with a bit of his heart falling, he holstered his sidearm and turned back around. Soon the moaning sounds faded into nothing.
Kyle went back to helping Mickey preparing the meal, listening to her tell her story of her life and how she found and saved Chelsea. No matter what, Mickey had grit, thought Kyle.
Kyle jumped and cursed as the bird hit the window. Were the animals turning as well?, he thought.
"So, would you like to tell me a little bit about yourself?"
“Well, I grew up in Raccoon City and knew from a young age that I wanted to be a cop. My dad is a city councilman and my mom works at the library. I graduated from Raccoon City High School and went to Raccoon City University and then attended Raccoon City Police Academy and was assigned to the Raccoon City Police Department.”
Kyle laughed. It did sound like he was the poster child for Raccoon City. “This was actually part of my patrol area. I always wondered what it would be like to live here… now I know. My apartment it actually about 4 blocks away from here, but with this, try more liked 40 miles away.”
Another bird hit the window with a loud smack. Again Kyle cursed and jumped. Then he went and drew the curtains fully across the window. The apartment grew dark. Kyle then went to the other rooms to close their curtains as well. Chelsea was still asleep in the crib, her innocent face being in direct contrast with what was going on outside. Kyle stared at her for a moment and then went back to the kitchen.
“I haven’t really been too far away from the city. Ironically, my first travel away from here will be in this mess.”
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