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Post by Lunapocalypse on Sept 25, 2009 12:33:24 GMT -5
"That's some intuition you have there Rusty," Alex commented half heartedly while aiming for the stairs, "We've got some time, still. I thought I'd have more but it looks like I'll have to get to my transport to manage it," she strided down the set three at a time and walked briskly towards the exit they had originally entered through, "I hope you guys can keep up," Alex finished while stepping through the personnel door fixed inside the larger iron plate doors and began jogging down the road.
Attention. A lot of it. Alex felt the eyes burning into the back of her head after displaying how much of a hurry she was in while leaving the compound. It couldn't have been any more of the wrong thing to do. Curiosity ended up being one of the more morderate threats that could get a person killed in a contaminated zone, if someone was interested then they would follow with or without your permission and if they liked what you owned or were after then they would most likely want it. With or without your permission moreover. Alex knew it would end up being a problem further down the track, and instead chose not to look back just to gather the benefit of the doubt from whoever decided to tail them.
Alex gradually picked up speed, silently cursing herself for the mistake she'd made plus the danger she was putting all three of them in by practically walking into an orange zone. If they were somehow boxed in by the military's pyromaniacs there wouldn't be much left over afterwards; the only thing she could think of looking forwards to in that scenario was not having her flesh picked away by zombies after the burn programme f*cked up. Alex was now running full pelt after all of the thoughts went through her head, her mental curses formed verbal words.
Time always appeared to go slower whenever Alex glanced at the visor display, it was something she liked doing simply because it always felt like she had more time. After passing several city blocks Alex had finally reached the garage she'd stored her transport in, leaving it there when she established her area of operation and considering walking about the location rather than worrying about her bike every time she stopped; there was no exception now however. She rolled the door up and stepped inside, switching her flashlight on; the place was secure as it had been the first time she'd found it, yanking the tarp off of her Honda CBR; the name she gave her being 'Jet' . She looked across the shop, most places she parked Jet had other parked vehicles as well although their condition unknown.
The garage in question was a chop shop, plenty of cars and vans about the place and highly spacious. Some of them retained damage but that wasn't an issue right now. Alex pointed out to the vehicles for Al and Rusty, "Boot up one of those cars and follow me, I don't care what you take so long it's fast," Alex pulled her keys out of the pouch she kept her visor in, crunching them into the ignition and firing Jet up. The sound would travel for miles. She did a quick systems check along the board, not bothering to put on her helmet, before kicking the stand up and rolling out of the garage accelerating at a mortifying amount once hitting the street.
While charging down the deserted streets Alex looked up to see the orange light illuminated much greater than what she could see back at the compound. She curled up and sped through the main roads, taking appropriate turns and slowing at points where there had been explosions from the sides of buildings which sent rubble across the street, navigating her way through.
The distinct sign loomed ahead, Alex slowed down while the harrier jump jet statue grew evermore closer. She pulled in through the blasted open gates and approached the entrance.
)(Alex has moved to the '1st Floor Reception Lobby' of the 'Aerosys Laboratories')(
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Rosetta
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Post by Rosetta on Sept 25, 2009 14:53:37 GMT -5
Al nodded at Rusty's comments, agreeing with him. It made sense, but now was the time to act, not think. So he jogged right behind Alex, his longer strides allowing him to keep pace with the faster moving, but slightly smaller woman in front of him. He was on auto pilot for now, and didn't see the danger beyond what the zombies and BOW's would provide. It would dawn on him that the flames and flames handlers probably wouldn't mind toasting some moving figures in the zone, especially if it had been cleared already. But they made it without incident and reached some sort of chop shop.
"Well, get a ride, find an open road, and we save time."
Al walked in, watching Alex take off in her car, and ran to the rear of the shop. There was an old Trans AM, with the black and gold trim style. He couldn't help but grin like a teenager who got there license. It was fast on a straight away, and had the keys there as well. He gunned the engine, relishing the roar it made, and floored it, roaring down the abandoned streets. He had learned to drive fast in ruined areas like this, so he was able to drift around corners with little to no deceleration. He saw Alex's vehicle, and pulled in beside it, smirking and grinned at her. He pushed open the door, and stepped out, unslinging the Galil. He wasn't too far behind, and made for the entrance as well.
)(Algonquin Motowa has moved to the 1st Floor Reception Lobby of the Aerosys Laboratories)(
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Post by rezidentevilman on Sept 25, 2009 17:49:35 GMT -5
As they reached the chop shop, Alex took off, Al too. Rusty was looking for a car when he saw Al drift around a corner. It wasn't like Rusty was slow, just it was hard to find a working car so quickly. He finally found an old convertible. He hopped over the door and found the keys. He floored it and skidded around the corner, narrowly missing a pile of rubble, and sped forward, catching a glimpse of the rear bumper of Al's car as he rounded the corner. Rusty was going to be left behind if he didn't go faster. He turned again, almost crashing into a rotting building. He saw an entrance to a building. He figured it was the lab. He saw Al go toward the entrance. Rusty got out and ran forward catching up with Alex too.
Rusty is now at the 1st Floor Reception Lobby of the Aerosys Laboratories.
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Post by Winters on Jan 22, 2011 13:39:25 GMT -5
~ Day 37 Construction Site 13:25 No Contact With BSAA ~ "It had been thirty seven days since the accident, and no contact has been made with Hal or the BSAA at all. At this point, im probably KIA back at HQ, doesnt really matter much. After a confrontation with other survivors up in the Arklay Mountains, I learned something. Other children are still alive during this outbreak, with parents who intend to keep it that way, for better or for worse. A child growing up around death itself isnt the best kind of childhood, but what could I argue, mine wasnt any better. I dont know if anybody is actually listening to this recording, but its making me feel like im not completely alone in this mess. Might have a messed up past, but im still human being..."Arc stopped the recording on the small device he picked up on the chopper, and then tossed it into the center of the street. It was nothing important, just made him feel better in the end. For now, the headache had been gone, for two days now actually. Yet still, he took the medication, making sure it wouldnt come back. Arc was sure that it wouldnt, not after last night. Things were certainly going to be different for the next couple of weeks, thats for sure. He always felt like there was somebody watching him, and that wasnt in the paranoid sense. It was the infected, they watch him from a distance. "Guess ill just have to get used to it."
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Post by darkrising025 on Jan 22, 2011 15:24:27 GMT -5
[orange] 11:00am; Undisclosed Location [/orange]
A man leans back in his seat. Darkness of the room covers his face. He reaches on to his desk and grabs a disposable Celluar Device. He dials a number and once it begins to ring, he places it up to his ear. A voice picks up on the other side of the phone.
"Who is this? State your reasons for calling this number" the Voive orders. The man exhales and a smile forms on his face.
"Just call me the Informer. Allow me to speak to Fredrich Solkolav" he said. There was no sound for several moments. A minute went by without a reply.
"Uh, hold on Mr. Informer" the other voice said. Another silence begans. The man listens closely and can here the man running down a hallway. He smiles again This is working perfectally.[/i] The man thought.
Several mintues passed and Frerich's voice came on the phone. "This is Fredrich Solkolav may I ask-" He was cut off.
" There is no need to wonder whom I am. I am here to give you good information. There is a very dangerous man out there that his hunting down the Neo Umbrella Corpertation and the original Umbrella. His name is Manuel Steele. He is on his way to the Construction Site in Raccoon City. It would be best to ambush him there. That's all I have to say, goodbye for now. I'll keep in touch." After he finished what he said. Then hung up the phone.
[orange] 12:35pm; Airspace above Raccoon City Construction Site [/orange]
A helicopter dropped of two teams consisting of five men to each team. The leader of team one was the survivor of the Arklay Mountain engagment with the B.S.A.A Jason. Jason made sure that everyone hit the ground and covered each other. "This is where the Manuel Steele fellow is gunna come from. I want this whole center area covered. I want two snipers at the highest point. As soon as he comes into view. I want him dead ten minutes ago." Jason ordered. His teams dispersed and got into postion.
[orange] 1:50pm; Raccoon City; Construction Site[/orange]
Preston and Manuel pulled into the construction site. Manuel checked his M203 grenade launcher and made sure that he had a 40mm Grenade in it. He ejected his clip and checked the amount of ammo he had. A full clip. Manuel glanced over to Preston and exhaled. "Stay here. It's gunna very dangerous. Pull your car under that opening and stay there. I'll be back soon."
Manuel stepped out of the Impala and shut the door. He slipped into the construction site and leveled his M16A4 and advanced foreward. Manuel was getting close to the center and out of nowhere bullets began to fly passed him. One round hit Manuel in the leg. He dived for cover and blindly fired a round out of his M203 attachment. Manuel ejected the spent canister and slid another one it. Manuel heard foot steps and unholstered his side arm and shot the person behind him. This man was bearing a new Umbrella logo, it was black and white. "Is there a new Umbrella Corp? Manuel was dumbfounded, and completley lost. How did they know that he was here? Did his contact betray him? Manuel shoved those thoughts out of his head. He needed to have mental calmness if he was to live through this ordeal.
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Post by Winters on Jan 22, 2011 16:19:13 GMT -5
The second Arc heard the car pull up, crouched down on the highest support beam, making sure to stay out of sight. Two people, a male African American, who stayed in the car, and a male, who spoke in a Bolivian accent. Little did they know, however, they were all walking into a trap. Arc knew there had been some people set up here, called themselves the NUC, some neo-like troopers following Umbrellas footsteps. Normally, this wouldve been the time for Arcian to get out of the area, but he was interesting in how things were going to turn out. It was clear that this Bolivian guy was here for another reason, nobody would be coming here unless they had a purpose.
As the gunfire had been drawn, Arc made sure he was out of sight, being high enough to get a good view of everything. It wasnt until the 40MM grenade went off that he pressed himself against the steel, making sure to keep in cover from the wandering shrapnel that mightve hit him otherwise. Thankfully, he had his rifle with him, and a nice fat suppressor to go along with it. Now, he wasnt on anybodies side, but in favor of the survivors, vs the team soldiers with guns, the field had been pretty unbalanced. Two other soldiers had came out from behind a pile of gravel, aiming their guns at the Bolivian. Arc waited before taking any shots, not wanting to give his position away. Things would turn ugly, fast, if that happened.
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Post by darkrising025 on Jan 22, 2011 16:37:25 GMT -5
Manuel started to feel the pain of the bullet that hit him in the waist. It didn't hit a main artery or anything like that. Manuel grasped his wound trying to keep the blood from seeping out. Manuel kept his head down for the most part. From what he could see there are snipers posted around there too. Manuel didn't know what to do. It was supposed to be a quick kill and now it's a full blown fire fight.
Preston ducked as fire began to erupt in the site. Preston saw Manuel drop as if he was shot. He didn't know what to do. Manuel told him to stay where he was. Preston grabbed his Walkie Talkie and spoke into it. "Joey this is Preston. Me and Manuel are caught in a gun fight. If you can here me please help, we are at the Raccoon City Construction Site." Preston slid the talkie into his pocket and grabbed his revolver. He stepped out of the car and ran toward the Site. When he got there he was a man walking toward where Manuel was standing. Preston fired a round into the man's chest. It knocked him to the ground but didn't kill him. The man started to get up. He must be wearing a bulletproof vest.[i/] Once the man recovered he changed his gaze to Preston. He shouldered his rifle and was about to shot Preston. A silence round hit the man in the neck, blood shot from the wound. The man dropped to the ground. Preston took this as a chance to run to Manuel.
"Are you okay? Did you get shot?" Preston asked as he got next to Manuel.
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Post by Winters on Jan 22, 2011 18:29:55 GMT -5
Taking the shot was a lot harder then Arc thought, he was risking his own position to save the dark skinned fellow. After the man had went down, a clean shot to the neck, bringing him to the ground and the gun away from his reach. "The first kill draws blood..." Arc spoke to himself. Firing another shot into the mans head killed him instantly, as he saw him crawling for his rifle. By now, he would assumed that the others would be onto him, quickly scoping out the surrounding area. Seeing two more hidden behind the crane, Arcian took another four shots from the Semi-Automatic, hitting the both of them in the chest twice. Body armor or just uniform, those bullets would be enough to kill them with internal damage alone.
"...And once I start pulling the trigger..." He spoke to himself again. Suddenly, there had been another soldier on the scaffolding below him, aiming up his sidearm toward Arc. With that, he jumped down off the beam, and kicked the man in the jaw, knocking him flat on his back. Ramming the barrel down his throat, Arc fired, his last round of ammunition spent. Another soldier appeared behind him, a little hesitant on pulling the trigger. By the time he had gotten four shots off with his Assault Rifle, Arcian pushed the barrel of the sniper rifle through the mans chest, grabbing the gun out of his hands to stop him from firing anymore. Kneeing the soldier to the ground off the railing, Arc jumped down himself, and took cover against the crane. There was at least three of them left, maybe one more that he couldnt see.
Noticing that Bolivian guy was onto the other shooter, himself, Arcian had to make a move. Get out of there, or alert himself as a friendly, whichever he decided had to be decided quick. He wasnt up for taking a bullet, but right now wasnt exactly the best time to be showing himself. Not until the combat was over, until things cooled down. Arc would keep himself hidden, invisible until then, only communicating verbally. "I dont know who these people are, but im not one of them!" Breathing heavily, Arcian held onto the assault rifle tightly, ready to unload a magazine on the next thing that moved near him.
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Post by darkrising025 on Jan 23, 2011 1:04:04 GMT -5
"I don't know who these people are, but I'm not one of them!" The man shouted. Manuel had no clue if that was his target or not. Hell he didn't even know if he wanted to go through with his mission. Manuel recently found out that he was betrayed by his contract holder. That's the only reason he could think of to explain the guys brandishing the Umbrella logo. Manuel came to the conclusion that he just needed to survive for now. "Reach in to my bag there is some duct tape and gauze pads. Get them for me" Manuel manged to say. He was in a lot of pain at this point. The blood had began to seep through his fingers. Manuel was starting to drift in and out of consciousness.
Preston scrambled to the bag and pulled out the gauze and duct tape. Preston took of Manuel's Vest and un-zipped his shirt. He moved Manuel's hand and watched the blood pour out of the wound. Preston placed the gauze pad on his wound, he wrapped the tape around his wound. Once it was around his waist Preston bit the end of the tape and placed it on Manuel's waist. "You should be good to go. I'm gunna go find that guy" Preston whispered. Preston picked up Manuel's rifle and started to move. One of the men popped around a corner and Preston released a hail of gunfire. The rounds hit him in the chest and rode up to his face. The man dropped to the ground and was dead instantly.
"s*** three are two of us left sir" Jason shouted. Jason fired at the position Manuel was at. He didn't see the other guy slip past and kill his comrade. Jason ejected his clip and slid another one in his rifle. Jason looked at the last remaining N.U.C member and shouted an order. "Call the helicopter pilot. We need to extract now!" The man began to speak into his Walkie Talkie. Several minutes after that Jason heard a helicopter in the distance. "Cover me! I'll be back to retrieve you in moments" Jason said. The other soldier nodded and began to fire at Manuel's position. Jason ran to the helicopter and got inside of it. The Soldier exhausted the last of his ammo and couldn't hear the helicopter. He knew that he had been abandoned by his team leader.
"I give up. I surrender!" The soldier shouted as he stood up with his hands in the air. He knew that he had been betrayed and left to die. All he could do is survive for now.
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Post by Winters on Jan 23, 2011 1:52:54 GMT -5
Throwing the assault rifle to the ground, Arcian bolted toward the back of the unfinished building, his time was up, he wasnt needed here. As he ran past the bottom of a scaffolding, he heard two of the remaining soldiers speaking about calling in for an evacuation chopper. This wasnt long after the other soldier had been killed by the more civil looking survivor. Listening in on the conversation however, Arc knew it would be a matter of minutes before the chopper arrived. He could already hear it, and the second it landed, one of the men had boarded it. Reaching into his pocket, Arc pulled out his a device that was about the size of a hand grenade. Switching sides, he chucked it high up into the air, having it land inside the helicopter seemingly without anybody noticing until it was too late.
After seeing the chopper fly away, Arc pulled out another device, but kept it down for now. When he saw the last remaining soldier run out into the open with his hands up, his first impression was that he was going to get shot instantly. Second though was maybe they were going to interrogate him, but that didnt seem like something a civvy would be doing, and the other guy wasnt in the condition to be intimidating. Listening to the soldier speaking was almost pathetic, why he would just be left to die like this by whoever that was that left in the chopper. For now, Arcian just stood back and watched the scene from a support beam in the darkness, while he slowed his heartbeat down from the combat just minutes earlier.
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Post by darkrising025 on Jan 23, 2011 2:26:51 GMT -5
Jason was safe in the helicopter and smoking a ciggerette. Something hit the inside of the helicopter. He didn't pay any attention to it, he was to busy getting on the line with Fredrich. Fredrich would not be happy that they failed in killing Manuel. "Fredrich, this is Jason. We failed in killing Manuel, he had-" The helicopter blew up. The remains crashed into another part of the construction site.
Manuel stood up and placed his hand on the wall to give him some leverage. He grabbed a steel pipe to use as support. Manuel made his way to the Umbrella guy that gave up. Once he got there, Manuel unholstered his side arm. "See this? You make one false move and I will blow your brains out!" Manuel shouted. He placed the 1911 on the cyinder block next to him. "Who sent you here!?" He barked.
"The Neo Umberella Corperation! A man called and told us about you Manuel Steele" the man replied. They know about me!? How? Manuel figured out that he was betrayed. The anger washed over him, he grabbed hia 1911. Manuel hit him with the grip of his pistol. The man dropped to the floor and gripped his face. He tossed his gun to the side and began to beat him with his fists. THe man begged for him to stop for minutes. The man's pleas soon stopped. Manuel had beaten the guy to death with his bare hands.
Preston ran over to Manuel and pulled him off the man. "Calm down! It's all over." He shouted. Preston couldn't look at the bloody corpse on the ground. He couldn't beleive that a man could do this with his bare hands. Even in this enviroment, even though the world had gone to hell. People need to keep thier composure.
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Post by Winters on Jan 23, 2011 2:53:18 GMT -5
Watching the man being beaten to death was a sight of normality. But with every punch that the man Manuel had given him, Arc flinched. It wasnt out of fear, or any normal reaction, it was his senses picking up the pain, getting him going like some kind of animal. These feelings, he hated them, but it grew on him by now. After the gunfire, however, there was going to be consequences, and the zombies had showed up just in time. Not a whole lot of them, but the ones that were in ear shot of the Construction site. It would have been a lot more, but the terrain was a little too rough for them to even walk on, majority of them were crawling.
Arc leaped back down onto the scaffolding, this time from a much higher height, creating a loud bash from the wood. Another, and another, followed, until he was on the ground. Both of the men had their guns pointed into the shadows, ready to fire. Arcian walked out from the darkness, without any weapons on him. No guns showing in the front. The only thing visible was his combat knife on his side. "Easy, guys. Im a survivor, like you... I was the shooter, up top, when those Umbrella soldiers ambushed you two. Had no clue they even existed anymore, definitely not the original, these ones are new. And that chopper that got away? Wont be getting far..."
From the corners of his eyes, Arc could see about three infected stumbling over some piping, but they were actually further away then he guessed. The two wouldnt even be able to hear them, but Arc knew they were there. Every time they got closer, he could feel the sense stronger. "Six of them. Three from that side, two from behind me, and one from the opposite side. I spotted them from the support beam a few minutes ago. Whatever you came here for you better get done and outta here."
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Post by darkrising025 on Jan 23, 2011 3:29:17 GMT -5
Manuel looked up at the man. He reached for his pistol and put it back in his holster. "Your Arcian "Arc" Griffin, An old U.B.C.S soldier. I was sent to kill you and those men were here to kill me. Don't worry I'm not gunna try to kill you" Manuel stuck his hand out and Preston grabbed it. He pulled Manuel up and put his arm over his shoulder. This man isn't my enemy. The Information Man is my new target. Preston leaned Manuel up agianst the Impala and gave him is M16 back.
"It's fully loaded. You should be able to cover yourself, I'll be back" Preston said as he moved back to thie Griffin guy. As Preston got back the zombies were almost to them. Preston pulled out his Revolver and shot one of the zombies. It fell to the ground still alive. Preston placed the gun to it's head and blew the brains out. "You can always join us if you want"
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Post by Winters on Jan 23, 2011 3:48:02 GMT -5
But Arc hadnt been paying much attention to the other two after the walkers head exploded. He was mesmerized by it, but clicked back into reality once Preston had asked again. "Yeah, ill tag along. Just lemme finish off these three at the entrance, otherwise theyll be in here, and get to those corpses on the ground. Were trying to cut the population down, not boost it."
The interesting part was Arcian never even asked for a gun from Preston or the other guy. He picked up the assault rifle from the ground, and carried it over to the group of three infected near the entrance of the Construction Site. Aiming it like soldier, he pulled the trigger, but all that came out of it was a click. The three infected walkers closer. Flipping the gun around, Arc used it as a club, knocking each infected to the ground and beating its head to a reddy pulp. He lay the gun down gently, trying to calm himself down before he had to get inside the car with the other two. By the time the Impala pulled around, Arc closed his eyes tightly, and slowed his breathing down. Upon opening them, he turned to face the drivers side, and saw his reflection. Grinning, Arc opened up the door, and jumped in. "I think we should get to the hospital, dont see any medical supplies back here. We can properly treat Manuels wound, too..."
[Arc, Manuel, and Preston now at the Raccoon City Hospital]
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Post by Ion on Oct 25, 2012 19:34:00 GMT -5
[Rich and Anna are about to enter the Construction Site]February 15th 2013 The beat up yellow sedan rolled down the street, a lone headlight illuminating the early Feburary road ahead. As the two survivors neared the remains of the rebuilt Raccoon City, they could hear the sound of infected, moaning and howling into the darkness. "I can't believe we have to go through this hellhole of town," the driver groaned as they swerved around abandoned cars and the rising tide of meandering infected. "It's like this city wants to be our grave..." his wife commented. "We'll probably have to ditch the car once we hit a barricade. You know how inner city streets are..." he commented, as the road began getting harder and harder to traverse.
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