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Post by .Merios on Nov 17, 2008 20:54:02 GMT -5
St. Sebastion's is the local church. It has heavy oak doors and high, beautifully decorated stained glass windows. Before the outbreak, this peaceful church allowed it's basement to be used as a homeless shelter as well as a community safe house. Year after the outbreak had been contained, the basement had been stained with the gore and was deemed unfit to be used for even storage- the large doors leading into the basement are now locked and chained shut. This church was in the process of being rebuilt during the renovation of Raccoon City, answering the obvious question why there is scaffolding strewn about and part of a collapsed structure in the corner of the sanctuary room as well as a large blue tarp draped over the ceiling and bolted down to the weak structure. The building lost it's original luster due to the damage and stress from the outbreaks that caused the fall from grace. It's completely bare- nothing but benches and a podium, even the large cross had been removed.
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Post by Vladimir Badanov on Feb 12, 2009 22:33:57 GMT -5
(City Center, 20:00 hrs) IC: Vladimir and his men rappel form the open doors of the Blackhawk to the streets below. They shoulder their M4A1 assault rifles and spread out to secure the immediate area as the chopper flies way to parts unknown. The street is quiet all except for the crackling sounds of burning, over turned car. One by one the squad members report in, “Area secure!” Vlad clicks the PTT button on the side of his radio, “Area is secure, everyone form up on me.” It’s not long before the squad is assembled and awaiting orders. “Our orders are to make our way to the Aerosys Labs and search for survivors then evac them to City Hall for extraction, any questions?” no reply, “Good, fall into column formation. Corporal, take point!” The corporal nods as the squad falls into line moves out.
The column snakes in between abandon cars and derbies as they make their way toward their first objective, a large apartment complex towering off in the distance. Soon they are stopped by a road block, “Corporal” Vlad yells, “can you see another way around?” “No sergeant,” was the reply, “not unless we can work our way though one of buildings!” “Fine, lead the Corporal.” said Vladimir. As he said these words a loud crash is heard from the right, the corporal turns to see what it is when out of the shadows leaps a creature like nothing any of them had ever seen.
The monster was dark green in color, stood a little shorter then the average human, and was FAST. It leapt through the air and with one swipe of it’s massive claws decapitated the corporal before the man could even fire a shot. Two more of the Hunters emerged from hiding and joined there brother in it’s attack. What followed was sheer chaos as the panicked troopers shot blindly at anything that moved. Deter, the squads newest member was cut down by friendly fire as beast tore the others apart. Vlad rallied his remaining men into a tight circle.
The first Hunter charged the group and was meet with the wall off lead. The animal jerked under the impact of the bullets and fell to the ground with a thud. Just as it did the other two Hunters attacked from opposite sides but only meet with similar fates. “What the hell were those things?!” one trooper yelled, “Quiet!” said Vlad, “I hear something…” everyone fell silent and listened. A dull shuffling noise could be heard from a nearby alley, they all shouldered their weapons and prepared to face whatever monstrosity may be preparing to attack, but instead of another beast an old man staggered from the shadows and began to walk toward the group. “It’s a survivor!” someone said as they approached the man as the trooper got closer he could see that the man was covered in blood and was apparently in shock. “Someone get a med kit over here!” the trooper said as he ran up and through his arm around the man to help him walk, Deter! Get away from it!” ordered Vlad but it was too late, survivor’s demeanor changed as soon as the soldier reached to help the shambling man, the zombie turned it’s head and sunk it’s teeth into the side of the troopers neck.
The soldier screamed in pain as he pushed the man away and drew his sidearm. He fired two shots at the attacker’s chest before falling to the ground. Vladimir was about to shout “Medic!” when the attacker stood to his feet and started shambling back over to his victim. Seeing this Vlad quickly slung his rifle, ran over to his fallen comrade, and grabbed him by the harness of his vest to drag him safety, hoping there was still time to administer the anti-virus. Just then an entire swarm zombies emerged from the alley, realizing the wounded trooper was already dead thanks to the severed artery in his neck Vlad left him and ordered what was left of the squad to fall back.
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“Get to that church!” shouted Vladimir as he and the others ran back down the street they way they came. Roger Thomson was the first to reach the derelict building and pryed open the heavy oak doors for the others. “Come on!” he yelled back and a few seconds later they were inside. “Thomson secure those doors.” Vlad ordered, “ Baker and Vicecof secure the west side of the building Deering you and me will take the east. Everyone stay in radio contact and check in ever few minuets.” Acknowledging his commands everyone set off to work.
The sanctuary was dark and much of it was hidden in shadow. Vlad lead the way with Deering watching their backs. Tools and hard hats left over from the renovations were scattered here and there. A breeze drifted through room and a banging sound could be heard from the back wall. Vlad motioned for Deering to move around to the left while he took the right. They walked cautiously towards the sound with pistols raised. Vlad crouched down along side some scaffolding and carefully rounded the corner to discover the source the sound: an open back door swinging in the wind. He relaxed somewhat as he approached the door to close it. Just as he was reaching for the door knob an infected Doberman Pinscher leapt out from behind a bush knocking him to the floor. The dog’s gapping jaws snapped at Vlad’s face while he struggled to hold the animals head back. “Deering! Shoot it! Shoot it now!” he screamed while pushing the dogs head up as high as he could, “Shoot now!” Deering pulled the trigger on his pistol and the next thing Vlad knew his face was splattered with blood and bits of brain matter. He pushed the corpse off him and jumped to his feet to close and bolt the door before anymore dogs or zombies could show up. Vlad took out a handkerchief and wiped the gore from his face, careful not to get in any of the virus laden blood in his eyes, nose, or mouth as they walked back to the main entrance.
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By the time they got back, Thomson had dropped a security bar over the heavy oak doors and piled up several pews in front them for extra insurance. Outside the zombie horde pounded on the doors and walls trying to get in. The squad had regrouped and was taking some time to catch their breath. “Baker, did you and Vicecof find anything during your search?” Vladimir asked, “Just dead bodies.” said Baker. “Well we can’t escape out the back, there are mad dogs out their and with the zombies out front we are trapped.” Vlad said. “We found what looks like a door to a basement or cellar of some kind but was all chained up.” said Vicecof. “There may be another way out down there, we should check it out.” replied Thomson. “Good idea. Deering, take Baker to were we found all those tools laying about and see if there is anything we can use to cut the chains. The rest of us will meet you at that door.
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The basement doors were made of made of solid oak just like the ones at the church entrance. They lacked doorknobs and instead had big cast iron rings through which ran a heavy chain secured with a pad lock. Deering and Baker had been unable to find any bolt cutters but they did find a large pry bar. Thomson set the pry bar between the lock’s shank and case and with some effort was able to pop the lock open causing the chains to fall to the floor. As the doors swung open a foul smell lofted up from the basement. It smelled like some god-awful mixture of mildew, and rotten flesh. “Good lord what is that?” gagged Baker. Vlad lit a flare and tossed it down the steps as the others drew their sidearms and switched on their lights.
The basement was dark and damp, Vlad pulled on a cord hanging from the ceiling and switched on the lights to reveal the carnage laid out before them: the walls, floor and even ceiling were spattered with blood and bits of half-chewed flesh could seen on the floor. In the middle of floor was a large drain with a metal grate over it. “We may be able to get to the sewer from here. It will be our last resort if we can find no other exit.” as Vladimir spoke these words a sudden crash sounded from upstairs and the hungry groans of the rang in their ears. “They have found a way in! Get that grate open now!” he ordered. Thomson, with pry bar still in hand set to work on heavy cast iron grate as the first zombies appeared at the top of the stairs. Vlad raised his Colt .45 and put a bullet through the skull of the lead zombie then adjusted his aim and did the same with the one behind it. “It’s open lets go!” yelled Thomson as he jumped down the hole with the others close behind.
(moving to construction site)
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Post by Rosetta on Sept 12, 2009 14:06:02 GMT -5
)(Algonquin "Al" Motowa has entered St.Sebastion's Church Area)(
Al moved as quietly as he could, unsure of the terrain and how the city was laid out. He had just walked down roads at random, avoiding the large hordes and threats in general. Which is how he ended up here. By rough guesswork, he was in the, or near, Racoon's center. He looked over the church infront of him, unsure whether to pass it by or enter and investigate. He decided on the latter, needing to find supplies, and who knows what people could of left laying around after dying. So he wedged the big doors open wide enough for him to slip through, holding his sawn off in one hand, aiming around the empty interior of the church. Nothing, not even a cross, just the things too useless to walk off with. Looking around, he walked in and sat on a bench, shaking his head sadly.
"Even a Church isn't impervious to looting..."
He heard something thump, and turned, raising his sawn off in its direction. A zombie had worked its way through a damaged part in the wall, and was slowly advancing on him. Rather than waste the shotgun shells, he drew his Handgun and fired off a round, taking a moment to aim, and took the top of its head off, dropping it. He didnt move around, as the echoes of the gunshot faded. He would have to move soon again, but he waited to see if any threats emerged. Or if a survivor came to investigate the gunshot. Stranger things happen, and Al knew it. So, holstering his handgun, he put the sawn off's stock to his shoulder and swept around slowly, making as little sound while turning, covering all his flanks as he turned. As best as one man could.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Sept 14, 2009 11:43:58 GMT -5
(Entered area) Alex stood up, spinning around and whipping her Browning out to point it vigorously in the direction of the noise. She was on an upper floor of the Church, an overhang at its head where a some survivors had created a makeshift shrine considering all of the other church belongings had been scavenged. She had been praying until she heard the shuffling of feat and crack of the M92. Anyone in this town now could be hostile, most survivors showed no mercy when it came to them wanting the equipment you had; and Alex was carrying some very shiney equipment. But it had just been some survivor taking down a zombie, he had been insatiably quiet upon entry up to the point of defending himself; Alex eased up after this and put on a more warmer and stern posture. "Up here!" Alex started, out of sight incase the man was on edge enough to point and open fire, "I'll be down in a sec," she unhitched her bullwhip and lashed it at the hand rail of the overhang, then hauled over and slowly slid down the rope giving it a tough yank in a specific direction to loosen it once hitting ground zero. Alex spoke while binding the whip back into a loop, "Sorry about that, I thought I'd cleared out the church before knuckling down for a rest," she hitched the whip back onto her belt. Alex pulled off one long leather glove and held her hand out, "Name's Alex. I don't see very many survivors this close to the City Centre, not without big military loadouts at least. It'd be a smart idea to have a good reason to be this far into the hornets nest,"
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Post by Rosetta on Sept 14, 2009 14:41:21 GMT -5
Al didn't point the shotgun at the girl as she clambered down, sliding it into place. When she, Alex, pulled her glove off and extended her hand, he took it and shook, nodding to her as he did. He released after the appropriate time, letting his arms fall to his side for a moment, while he responded. He had a gruff tone, and looked her in the eye. He found it helped calm strangers when someone talked them to the eyes, he couldnt lie when he did, it kept him from making bad mistakes.
"Its no problem, and call me Al, shorter then my full name. I have no good reason for being at the City Center. Got stranded in the woods near here, headed for town. Walked into this, kept walking. Reached here, wasted the zombie, and you dropped in. Why drop out in the rafters? Someone could of found you, someone unfriendly..."
Whether Al wanted to admit it or not, he had missed human interaction while he traveled alone from the woods, halfway across Racoon, and reached here. Chuckling at his dropping in joke, he stuck his hands in his pockets. He kept an eye on where the zombie had come through, but overall was watching Alex, while glad to have found a friendly human, he was wary of her still. He didnt know anything beyond a name, and whether she was baiting him or not. He had heard the gunfights and seen the results of ambushes and raids.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Sept 15, 2009 8:24:48 GMT -5
"Nyeah," Alex started with a disagreeing sound and lazily looking about the Church, "I usually pick religious or cultural locations to bunk down in, most people steer clear from them due to either disbelief of the one true maker or they don't feel there'd be much to scavenge compared to a hardware store. All the holy people were stubborn enough to stick around and get eaten like a mob of sheep, so there isn't too much to worry about." she strolled over to the zombie and observed briefly before looking back up at Al, "I'm not much of a religious person myself, though, but it's soothing to think there's someone I can talk to in my free time about my troubles,"
Alex carefully pushed through items and debris on the floor with her boots, dust puffing off of objects, "You came from the Arklay, huh? Hope you didn't escape from the Circular River assuming there were better things in Raccoon. Then again, I can only imagine what you came across in the forest. Nasty," she covered a cough, the air was thick with dust, Alex waved her hand in front of her nose just for some clear oxygen, "Last I was in that region I was investigating a hospital, pretty creepy place, plant life disagreed with my trespassing aswell,"
Alex sat down on one of the pews, "You probably won't want to head much further into town, military moved into that area and are burning the place clean. It's a bit of a chowdown on T, I think it's too slow though, they'll just lose more people to the virus the way they're going. And the last thing we need is for it to go airborne with all the napalm they're throwin' about like candy, it's like they want a catalys in its chemistry to occur," She relaxed, crossing her legs and putting an arm up on the pew, "Where'd you come from?" she asked bluntly, and quickly following through, "Have you heard of A-2501 by any chance, it's just something I'm looking for,"
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Post by Rosetta on Sept 15, 2009 14:32:01 GMT -5
Al hadn't thought of why someone would of came here, but she had made sense. Granted, he wasn't from around here, so he hadn't the personal viewpoint and experience with this town that survivors here did.
"Well, I wasn't running from Circular River. It wasn't fun going through the woods, lets leave it at that. Crashed a police car into a tree after hitting some part lizard, part human thing. And no, not a criminal either. Picked it up fleeing from an outbreak. Was a nice car, good handling, suspension, could do sixty on those back roads easy. Shame it crashed. Probably saved my life, if I had been walking it probably would of tackled me down and tore me up. Looked mean enough to."
Al covered his mouth, a muffled cough escaping, and wiped his brow with the back of his hand. The dust was getting to him, the whole situation could. He continued talking, a bit puzzled by the oddly scientific sounding name she gave.
"Well, came from a small town out in the middle of nowhere. And I dont think I came across anything going by A-2501. What is it anyways?"
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Sept 15, 2009 15:41:42 GMT -5
"It's a file, that's all I know..." Alex said a little unsettled, sitting up, her body bobbed and moved to her dialogue, "Finding it has proved to be a b*tch though, every time it almost seems like it could be in reach something haphazard ocurrs and I black out. That's happened twice now!" Alex nearly shouted out and looked up at Al with a stupid accusing stare, she backed out of it after realizing how stupid she must have looked, "Sorry, it's just I've been out here for too long and all it's done is made me angry. I've simply resorted to asking people whether they've heard of the damn thing... It's what happens when leads turn out cold I guess, being an investigator can be slow some times,"
Alex stood up, pushing a hand through her hair and wrapping it around the back of her ear, "It could be anywhere by now," she mumbled. A minute or so passed as she stood in the lime light of the sun breaking through the stained windows, "Uhm, anyways. I made a deal with one of the military blokes at a checkpoint nearby to lead survivors to safety, said he'd give me free ammo that way. Once we've built up a big enough carpool we'll hightail it long the main boulevard and bunk down at the checkpoints each night till we're out of this hole. Figure I might aswell back out of my contract for that file in the mean time,"
Alex turned to Al, "Whaddaya say? Think you could spare your life to help me locate survivors?" she fell over her sentence, "That was a joke, I didn't actually mean put yourself at stake. It'll just speed the process up a little for searching this area, I want to locate people before the napalm reaches this far outside of the City Centre,"
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Post by Rosetta on Sept 15, 2009 17:08:20 GMT -5
Al was somewhat surprised by her outburst. Alex had seemed calm and collected, but everyone has there moments it seems. He heard her out, and mentally weighed the benefits and risks, despite the fact he suspected he knew his answer. The cons were, obviously, he could get himself killed, but that would pretty much guarantee it if he didn't. Karma loved its games like that. So he nodded, brushing off his overall's and looked at her.
"Yea, guess I can help out. Would let me sleep a little better at night, if I get any sleep soon. Karma would get me killed if I dont, so might as well take you up on the offer. So, when shall we move out?"
He had pretty much told the truth, but he didnt say that he wouldn't be as helpful as she could hope. He was only a big guy, with some plumbing experience, carrying a few guns. But, from what he knew, people survived with less in there favor. So he didnt mention his doubts, and checked his gear quickly. His guns were loaded and operating, which was what he was worried about. He hadn't sat down, and wasn't feeling much in the way of fatigue yet. He had enough adrenaline going to keep that at bay.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Sept 16, 2009 8:46:10 GMT -5
"Right now if you're game," Alex replied, "But if a rest was what you're looking for then I don't mind waiting, seeing as you've come all the way from the Arklay," she started walking down the aisle of pews, drawing her Browning before nudging the entrance open a little and glancing outside; the light was a little blinding but nothing she couldn't adjust to quickly.
The streed outside was about as dead as a zombie, flyers and paper were pushed about by a Northerly wind; as clear as the weather was it insisted that it would be raining soon. Alex crouched down and looked up at the rooftops, "Not a sound," she murmered under her breath. It was quiet enough to be tranquil, no chaos, no wildlife; everything had passed from this area it appeared. A little bit of gun chatter started up somewhere in the distance, dull thuds of a rifle or shotgun. That was it though. It reminded Alex of the cleared streets of Baghdad, hunkered down on a slightly obscured rooftop while waiting for evac; all you had to listen to was gunfire.
Alex nudged the door open further and took another step out, the gunfire would be a decent place to start, "If we get moving now, at least, we'll be able to round up some survivors and get'em to a checkpoint before dark," she called back into the church. Alex held a hand up to the sun as she crossed from the shade into the light, the bichumen road swelled and heat waves could be seen wafting off of it, "What heat," she commented.
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Post by Rosetta on Sept 16, 2009 17:38:41 GMT -5
Al sat down, watching Alex walk down the aisle, taking a quick breather. He stared at where the cross had been, still unamused that someone had gone and walked off with it. It was probably part of a barricade now, but it didn't stop bothering him. Amazing, what minor details like that do to concentrate the mind. Hearing her comment on the heat, he stood up, streching, and walked out, blinking into the light, having gotten used to the darker chapel. He watched the heat beat off the road, hearing the echoing gunfire, and nodded.
"Probably need to move fast, and hope there is little interference by the zombies and the other things out here. You heard the shots clearest, which way?"
Al was trying to use his head, rather then just charge off in a direction and run into napalm. The word just jumping in suddenly made him notice it, and he blinked again, and not because of the light either.
"Wait...Napalm?"
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Sept 17, 2009 0:06:13 GMT -5
"Yeah," Alex replied casually, "It's probably not a problem, probably. The burn operation has too many holes to work. You'll feel it before you're anywhere near it though, however if you do hear someone shout 'Strike' from somewhere outside the building you're in. Get out. The flame just seems to grab onto sh*t and pull itself through the entire building,"
Alex started stretching, not worrying whether she was being watched out in the open; broad daylight was always too casual. She pulled her arms a little before swinging them around herself, loosening up and pointed in the direction of the gunfire, "Probably North, North East. Heard a car too or something that made a hooning sound so they could have some transport. It'd be easy to point'em off in the direction of the checkpoint," Alex started strolling down the lane, "Y'know they're probably rounding up survivors for a more grander scheme, like bombing the rest of the city. It's about all you can do now to eradicate this kind of biohazard,"
Alex reached behind her back and pulling her HK417 in front of herself, "Okay, let's get moving then," and began to walk briskly down the street.
)(Alex has moved from St. Sebastion's Chursh to Construtction Site.)(
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Post by Rosetta on Sept 17, 2009 6:14:48 GMT -5
Al walked after her, unslinging his shotgun and coming up with a darker motive.
"Right, watch for unusual heat, or if someone yells strike. Got it. Grander scheme's, government experimentation."
He made sure it was loaded, and left the Church without looking back.
)(Algonquin Motowa has moved from St. Sebastion's Church to the Construction Site)(
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Post by •Kaira• on Feb 14, 2010 2:24:33 GMT -5
The church. Well, what was left of it anyways. And who better to find here? Yuuka was not the religious type. No, she probably was the exact opposite of religious, but she was here anyways. She sat down on one of the benches, one of the only benches left, and she started to imagine what this place was before the outbreak.
"Damn it. The virus has been destroying everything. Even this place." She said, shaking her head in disappointment. She was just lucky enough to not be bitten yet. She had her nunchaku in hand, just in case someone or something came, which hopefully would happen.
She was bored going around the city for days, not seeing any action. Maybe next time, she should try the East Part of the city. She toyed around with the car keys on her opposite hand, hoping her car was still in place and running when she got back to it. She made sure she parked it safely and soundly, where zombies couldn't get their grubby little hands on her baby.
Her precious candy pink BMW. The car she got as a birthday gift. She felt the smooth texture of the benches. Oddly it remained smooth even through the previous happenings. The wonders of wood never ceased to amaze her.
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Feb 14, 2010 5:38:13 GMT -5
Sprinting down the street in the city center, Edward looked back to see a large number of undead following him. Ducking into an allyway, he pulled out his handgun, and aimed it for the corner. But seeing more of them enter from the left side, he had to back out on the right, toward the back of St. Sebastions Church. Weaving past a dumpster, Edward pressed his back against the wall, and pushed it across the gap with both of his legs. From the other side, the infected couldnt get past, no matter how hard they tried.
Taking the time to breath, Edward leaned against the church wall, seeing that it was gated shut and locked from the other side. He had to make his way around to the front the long way, and the lack of a break forced him to walk instead of run. Thankfully there were no more infected around this side, but he kept his gun in hand on the off chance they came from somewhere hidden. As Edward moved around to the front side of church, he head a loud crash from the allyway, and then saw the infected begin to pile up outside of the front gate. Seeing a few more on the main street, he had no other choice but to get inside for cover.
Edward rushed for the entrance doors to the church, but they wouldnt budge when he tried them. Pushing even harder, he stuggled to open the doors as he saw the undead break open the gate lock, and stumble his direction. Now kicking at the doors, Edward heard the rattle of something blocking it shut, and then called inside to whomever may be taking refuge inside. "Open up the door, please! Hello? Is anyone there?" Before getting a response, Edward swung around to see the infected nearing him, drawing up his handgun as a last resort incase nobody did answer.
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