|
Post by Dark Nomad on Sept 30, 2011 9:30:18 GMT -5
John shut off the helmets speakers so he could search for any sign of the monster. Listening to a distress call from a squad of soldiers. They were unable to spot the assailant and were being killed quickly. They repeated their location, the correctional facility, before letting out noises of the speakers demise. John then turned back on the speakers and spoke. "He is at the correctional facility on the other side of the city right now. I can have a helicopter here in about a minute. Are you sure you want to do this?" John asked finally, either way he was going to kill Omega.
|
|
|
Post by soldier on Dec 1, 2011 9:40:00 GMT -5
(I apologies it took me very very long to get back to this post)
Kevin nodded. "Strategically, yes. If we got men on the ground and this thing is killing them off, then it be wise to eliminate that threat. There isn't any easy choice to this situation but it's the wisest that I got so far." He felt bag for not assisting this man with Omega but if he said he wanted to kill him, then he is going to let him kill the BOW. But either way he needed his assistance with his search for Agent David D'agostino. The more Kevin through about it A super soldier for back up didn't sound too bad. there was SpecOps groups that you never really hear about then there was Super soldiers who were better then SpecOps.
(OCC: This character will remain here until April 19th if the Story line is officially Inactive Please PM me and Let me know)
|
|
Lycus
Alive
Because guns are overrated.
Posts: 18
|
Post by Lycus on May 3, 2012 17:03:29 GMT -5
[Tetsunori Enters]
Tetsu strided into the Carnival with a cautious eye. He'd only arrived in Raccoon City recently and both hated and loved it. Sure, there was danger and everything was ruined, but it was so much more exciting than his past life. All caution was cast away when he glanced to his waist and saw his sheathed katana. It always gave him more confidence due to his mastery of the flashy style of Iaido. "I'll be fine." He muttered to himself in Japanese, beginning to walk among the stalls and rides of the carnival.
The smell of rotting corpses almost made him heave. His posture left him and an expression of disgust reached his face. Exploring a deserted carnival had seemed like a good idea at the time...
|
|
|
Post by .Merios on May 3, 2012 18:31:51 GMT -5
The Ferris Wheel had seen better days- one of the carts had snapped from it's bearings and fallen off during a storm recently, now it lies upside down near an abandoned water gun booth. Matthew had taken it upon himself to use this booth for cover to park his Impala. It was painted black, so it blended well with the drab environment. His feet hung off the side of the roof of the booth, his eyes surveying the environment, looking for anything to assist in his goal. Fishing around in his right pocket, Matthew withdrew a note pad with a pen sticking out from the metal spiraling on the side. Flipping the cover over, he looked inside at what he wrote.- x2 12mm sockets
- Hammer
- Nails
- Crowbar
- Manual or Hydraulic Jack
- Soap
Taking a mental note, he stuck the pad back within the pocket of his jeans and leaped off the roof, landing 6 feet down and beginning to walk away. He hesitated and stopped walking. Movement. Quickly, his right hand slid to his side to rest on the holster of his Mateba, his index finger slipping the leather strap off of the butt of the handcannon. Cautiously, he took a few steps towards the sound, which was coming from around the corner; the entrance way of the carnival. Sure, there were shamblers around but the amount of Zed's he already killed should have given him some time to himself.
|
|
Lycus
Alive
Because guns are overrated.
Posts: 18
|
Post by Lycus on May 4, 2012 6:32:39 GMT -5
Tetsunori kicked an empty tin can, frustrated at the lack of... Well... Anything. It bounced along the corpse-ridden floor, hitting a half-collapsed zombie in the stomach. It let out a slow, heaving groan and rose. Tetsunori sighed and crouched onto one knee, one hand going for the grip on his katana, but leaving it there.
Almost a minute passed as he patiently waited for the zombie to get close enough to him. Once it's hands were reaching for his flesh, he drew his sword at breakneck speed, the tempered steel passing right through the zombie's head, cutting it clean in half at nose-level. The brain, eyes and scalp hit the ground with a sickening squelch. Another easy kill...
He swished the blade through the air to remove the blood and holstered it, looking around the carnival once again. There weren't too many zombies and that made him suspicious... "Anybody here?" He called out in slightly uncertain English.
|
|
|
Post by NotAvailable on Jul 19, 2012 8:11:41 GMT -5
The smell of burning wood and hot metal had brought Crowley back to consciousness. She'd groaned a little, opening her eyes half-way, seeing nothing but a blurred blinking light from the destroyed, control panels. Her entire body ached and felt like a train wreck but she was alive, suprisingly she was still alive.
She'd hung her head a little, her chin touching her clavical. The sound of crackling flames and monotonous undead groaning had filled her ears. That with the heavy night air and heat had made her feel sick. Reaching for her belt buckle, she'd released herself, spilling out of her seat and out of the trashed co-pilot door that protected her from certain death. She'd collapsed out on the pavement, holding onto herself as she'd looked around at her surroundings. Her legs were beginning to feel tingly, thankfully.
There weren't any signs of Anna, so maybe she finally died...atleast, she wanted to believe that. From behind one of the turned over dumpsters, a man emerged, half of his face torn away. Crowley had caught his attention, unwanted attention and so now he began to stagger slowly and awkwardly after her. Her sidearm was missing, her knife too, she had no choice but to run away.
Getting onto her feet, she limped as quickly as she could away. The only place to turn to was the Fun House. Looking back, she'd noticed two more undead staggering about, she didn't need to attract more, this was beginning to become a nightmare.
Moving into the Fun House, she'd found it completely silent save for the subtle creaking of the old revolving doors. It looked bare from what she could tell, maybe she'd be able to stick it out for a bit, rest up before trying to escape...if she even could, atleast.
Further in the place, she'd came to the infamous mirror room. There'd been multiple mirrors lined up in odd places, making it almost impossible to figure a way out. As she walked through them, she'd caught a glance at her reflection a couple of times. She was severely beat up, forcing her to look down, to avoid the mirrors.
The lighting in the house had been almost completely gone, she could only make out the shape of her torn up boots now. Staggering aside, she'd winced, feeling a bit dizzy.
'What have I done...?' she asked herself. Was it all worth this? Was she going to die in here? She couldn't die...she survived that crash, survived run-ins with various people that wanted her dead and she'd die like this?
She began to hear heavy breathing. It wasn't her, though, was it? No...it wasn't her own breath. Looking around, paranoid, she'd looked for the source but only found her reflections looking every which way. What was it? Zombies? Anna? Her heart raced and her head felt heavier than ever.
Her feet suddenly struck something, sending her tumbling forward, her cheek scraping against the floor and her lower body lying on something...or someone. She'd squirmed, struggling to move away but the corpse never moved. So the breathing wasn't from it then and she was still okay...for now.
The resounding of steps had appeared. They weren't slow or sporradic but paced and cautious. Crowley looked up, holding her breath momentarily when she'd seen a sihlouette of a woman appear in the mirrors. A feminine form.
When the form walked away, she'd exhaled and shut her eyes momentarily.
"Come on Allison, get up, we're not getting paid to sleep on the job."
Crowley's eyes slowly opened, staring up at the dark ceiling. That voice...
"You know the drill, you sleep when you're dead, and when you're on clock you die if you sleep. Allison get up!"[/i]
The woman shifted around, uncomfortably. ''Deckard...I can't move my arms too well and my equipment was lost. I don't have much of a choice but to stay here, right now."
"Bullsh*t you don't have choice. The Allison I knew wouldn't let a little thing like a crash landing put her out of commision. Now move!"[/i]
Crowley moved around a little, turning over onto her frontside and struggling to push herself up. As she did, she'd felt a strain in her back and arms, but ultimately she'd gotten back up only to see the woman's sihlouette pass through the reflections.
She's hesitantly began to move along the mirrored halls, noticing her reflection wasn't alone. In the mirrors, she made out the reflection of a man, not just any man, but Samuel Deckard, her old UBCS Supervisor from fifteen years ago. He still looked the same, but with dark, deep, bullet wounds in his torso.
"What...are you doing here..?" she asked.
"What am I doing here? You should be asking yourself that very same question. Just look at yourself."[/i]
Crowley grunted, dragging her feet. "I underestimated...my opponent."
"That's not like you Allison. I taught you better than that."[/i]
The mercenary had continued walking forward until she'd seen the path ahead glinting and her reflection within it. This way was blocked off. Touching the mirrors, to balance herself, she'd turned back, searching for another way out.
"No one is perfect. I'm only human."
"So is she, but she's got the upper hand. Why is that?"[/i]
The merc had begun to feel pinched nerves...literally and metaphorically speaking. "I don't know. I made a mistake....it's been this way for years, what was I supposed to do?" she asked, more to herself than to Deckard.
"I can tell you what you weren't supposed to do. Lose.[/i]
Crowley was much too tired to be enraged or offended, instead she'd only sighed. "I just want to...go home. I'm tired."
"You're not just tired, you're talking to ghosts. And that's just a hairs breath away from being where I am."[/i]
Crowley stopped mid-step and turned to face the reflection of Deckard but only found herself. "...Deckard?" she called, lowly, but there'd been no response. She'd peered at herself for an extended amount of time when the feminine form had appeared again throughout every mirror in the room.
"You here to haunt me too, Anna? Huh? Another figment of my imagination here to tell me how worthless or pathetic I am before I die?" she asked, bitterly while looking straight down the hall at the reflection of the woman.
BANG!
Crowley's eyes widened as she clutched onto herself, staring forward and blankly before collapsing on the ground. She'd felt the release of tears in her eyes as she'd held herself through the pain.
The "reflection" walked forward, the shapes of her boots appearing before the woman's eyes. A gun dropped down infront of her, Crowley recognized it as her handgun...the S.Deckard.
Staring at it, helplessly, she'd been kicked over onto her back, staring up to partially see the woman's face.
Anna stood above her, looking down at her through eyes of hatred.
"No...just here to end this." she told her.
Anna turned around, leaving the woman behind and to her fate. The sounds of the undead outside had become apparent and now it was time for her to slip out the back before they found their way in. It was inevitable since she let out a shot.
Quickly she maneuvered around the maze of mirrors, since she'd studied them when she first entered, attempting to escape the ghouls outside and catch up with the wounded mercenary she'd witnessed survivng the crash. Another accident, she narrowly escaped thanks to falling out the back while the landing gears skid across the carnival grounds.
When she'd finally exited the fun house, she started trekking her way to the nearest giftshop and ducked away in there, giving her time to treat herself and hopefully, get intouch with her husband.
Inside, she'd began going through the first aid kit left behind, pulling various bandages and ointments out, hopefully it'd be enough. Somehow, despite her physical condition and the zombies outside, she'd felt a sense of relief, a major burden lifted from her shoulders. Crowley was gone and she wouldn't have to deal with her ever again. Her family was safe, well, safer than usual from Tricell and her.
Sighing, she'd sat back behind the counter, leaning herself up against it. She'd reached for her headset and held down on a small button, hoping, maybe, Rich would be within radio distance since she was on the outskirts of Raccoon and Stoneville.
"Rich....Rich can you hear me...? Are you there...?" she tried, hearing nothing but static as her lone response. She waited a bit before trying again.
"Richard...Richard...?"
"An...ya there...? Static... stupid heads..."[/i]
Relieved, Anna smiled. "I'm here. Did you get out of the SPD safe? Is Aryn with you? she asked.
"Yeah...where are...?"[/i]
Anna squinted an eye, trying to hear passed the static. "I'm at the City Carnival. The-City-Carnival.
"...city carni...?"[/i]
"Yes. City Carnival. Can you come get me?"
"...just be a...soon. I'll be there..."[/i]
Anna is now leaving the City Carnival
|
|
Ion
Zombie Hunter
[Fine]
Posts: 275
|
Post by Ion on Oct 15, 2012 1:53:23 GMT -5
[Roger is passing by the City Carnival]
A low roar came rolling down the road. Gravel and dirt shot up behind the loud motorcycle engine as it crested a hill overlooking the old carnival. A dark plume of smoke rose out from the center of it. The bike stopped for a minute as the lone rider raised his visor to get a better view.
Slamming the visor back down, the cyclist rode on towards the smoke. . . . . Gripping his shield, the rider dismounted his bike in front of the circus of corpses. He hadn't seen so much undead in a long time. Steadfast, the man carried on, intent on investigating the crash.
Undead bore around him, but the rider knocked them back with his trusty shield and baton. As long as he kept moving forward, they wouldn't get a grip.
Unfortunately, forward became impossible. In between stands of shooting gallerys and popcorn stands, was a dense horde, struggling to move themselves. Behind came the trail of stragglers, struggling to catch up.
He couldn't move forward and he couldn't move back. The rider dove sideways into a stand, ripping his way out the back curtain and out into the trash strewn paths behind the booths.
He could see it now. The plume of smoke came from a burnt helicopter, laying broken apart in the center of the amusment mile. The rider couldn't get near it, but saw a trail leading away from the wreckage. Footprints and blood led into the funhouse, which, as luck would have it, had a detachment of infected milling around it.
Undetered, the rider bashed his way inside, following the trail as it zigged and zagged through the maze of mirrors. He got a shock as he rounded a corner, only for a zombie to jump out at him, clawing and smashing it's face into his clear riot shield. The man knocked it back to the ground and continued following the trail, hurriedly. He dread what he might find at the end of it...
As he rounded one more corner, his heart sank. He found a small group of undead, on their knees, clawing and scavenging around something. The rider thought he'd found a victim of the crash, but on closer inspection, saw the infected merely pawwing at a small pool of blood. Another, fresher trail led away, past a broken mirror.
The rider pushed through the small group and made it to the other side of the funhouse, just next to a fenced in dumpster. For some reason, there was a perimter of zombies, clawing and banging at it. It was also where the trail led...
The man let out a whistle, attracting the mob's attention.
"Come on, right this way, all you can eat buffet, come on!" he shouted, drawing the crowd towards him, and away from the dumpster. He left the funhouse's rear, and circled around a group of booths.
After a short time, he returned, throwing the riot shield across his back and leaping onto the fence. "Oh thank God, are you alright?"
|
|
|
Post by NotAvailable on Oct 15, 2012 2:03:34 GMT -5
The sounds of the infected had dissipated and unless she was hallucinating, she could have sworn she heard someone's voice and some banging. Struggling to sit up, Crowley stirred in the heap of trash, badly wounded and with makeshift bandaging on several areas of her body with her clothing.
By the time she'd gotten the strength to rise, a man had appeared infront of the locked gate, throwing himself into it and asking her if she was alright. She'd vaguely made out his face, most of her vision was warped due to her exhaustion and pain.
"Urgh...wha...yeah...." she said with a bloody mouth and in a daze.
"Alright, I'm gonna get you outta here, just sit tight for a minute."
The woman looked downward at her lap, holding onto stomach. The sudden feeling of nausea was overwhelming at this point. After collecting herself, she'd glanced back up to see where the man had gone. From what she could tell, he was running around some feet away looking for something.
Her gaze lowered again and when it did, she suddenly jumped at the loud gunshot.
|
|
Ion
Zombie Hunter
[Fine]
Posts: 275
|
Post by Ion on Oct 15, 2012 2:14:30 GMT -5
The lock on the fence fell apart and clambered to the floor as the rider threw the gate open. Holstering his handgun, he reached into the dumpster, grabbing the woman under the knees and shoulders.
"Try to hold onto me if you can," he said as he pulled her out of the trash and started jogging across the way to a nearby gift shop. Infected had heard the noise and were coming their way, so he had to move around the rear entrance to confuse them.
"Alright, hold on for a sec," he grumbled, shifting his and her weight as he grabbed the door handle and pulled it open.
"Sit tight, gotta make this place secure," the rider said, laying the woman down behind the register.
|
|
|
Post by NotAvailable on Oct 15, 2012 2:19:57 GMT -5
When the stranger had carried her into the shop, he'd laid her down behind the register counter and wandered off to secure the shop itself. When he did, Crowley looked up at the ceiling, breathing in deeply. The ceiling was colored bright pink and orange with random festive decorations hanging from it. Stars, paper candy and pinatas had spun around above her and the shop itself, smelled perfume-like.
Looking away, she'd seen a couple of empty magazines laying in the corner with a little blood smearing the walls behind it. Swallowing a little excess saliva, the merc looked back up at the ceiling and smirked.
Then a sudden pinch of pain had caught her off guard, forcing her to jerk her arm a little. "Argh!" At that point, she immediately tried to get up, finding herself slipping a little along the tile as she did so.
|
|
Ion
Zombie Hunter
[Fine]
Posts: 275
|
Post by Ion on Oct 15, 2012 2:32:12 GMT -5
The rider turned at the woman's sounds of pain. After he finished drawing the last blind, he turned and went to her, looming over her in his thick, protective gear. "Slow down, your gonna hurt yourself. Just, lay back, I'll see if I can find some medicine, alright?" he said, trying to lay her back down.
"No...I...have to get up..." she told him.
"You've lost a lot of blood and you might stll have open wounds. Just sit still for a minute, alright?"
"I can walk," she responded, struggling to move around.
The man didn't really know how to get people to listen to him very well, evidently. Reluctantly, he let her try and get up, standing by in case she fell over. When she'd gotten onto her hands and knees, she'd struggled to push herself up but to no avail.
"Hrmm, come on, just lay back down. I'll see if I can't find you some meds and something to eat," the man said, looking a little sad at her failed attempt to stand.
|
|
|
Post by NotAvailable on Oct 15, 2012 2:36:54 GMT -5
Crowley sighed, placing the side of her cheek up agianst the cold wooden floors. Before long, she'd turned herself back over onto her back. "Alright..." she finally agreed, carefully placing a hand on her stomach.
She'd felt weak, tired, vulnerable....she didn't like those feelings. She did, however, feel better than she had in the cold dumpster. The pain was problematic but it wasn't as bad as it could be. A bullet went through her right thigh and her left shoulder, some cuts and scrapes from the crash, she was essentially in better condition than most would be given the circumstances....still, her body was cold and exhausted.
Instead of trying to push herself, like she wanted, she'd laid there. Helplessly. "Thanks..." she finally muttered.
|
|
Ion
Zombie Hunter
[Fine]
Posts: 275
|
Post by Ion on Oct 15, 2012 2:52:37 GMT -5
"Don't mention it. I'm Roger by the way. Roger Mann. Now try to get some rest," Roger told her, while walking off to go scavenge the rest of the store.
"Allison..." he heard her respond, groggily.
"Well get some rest Allison," he told her, smiling a little. . . . . A look through the gift shop showed him how little had remained. He found a few small boxes of candy and a tiny first aid kit nestled behind a bin. Roger put those on the counter Allison was hidden behind. He saw her shivering, so he rounded up some T-shirts and dropped them down by her.
"Sorry, the place was pretty much sacked. I found some Sno Caps, and uh, some Ike and Mikes. There's a little first aid kit I found though, so, there's some good news. When you get better, I got some canned goods on my bike, so there's some motivation for ya..."
|
|
|
Post by NotAvailable on Oct 15, 2012 2:59:16 GMT -5
Crowley had quickly bundled herself up with the t-shirts and brought her legs up, trying her best to keep warm. When Roger informed her of the candy he found and eventually the food on his bike outside, she'd felt a little guilty. Which she'd quickly noted was an uncomfortable feeling. "Thank you, Roger," she managed to say aloud as she'd looked back at the ceiling once more. There wasn't much else to see and as much as she'd fought it...sleep was sounding really good at this point. Before long, she'd closed her eyes and like that, she was out for the night. ========================================================================= 2:31 P.M By the time Crowley had awakened, she'd found the entire shop was lit up by daylight. It wasn't as cold as it was last night, but it was still chilly February weather. Shifting around a little, Crowley had been, well, thankful that she'd waken up. Her body was achey and sore but it was no longer pulsing in pain. Pushing the t-shirts off from her body, she'd managed to sit up with little effort. She'd found herself rubbing at her eyes, trying to remove the sleep. "Roger...what time is it...?" she asked.
|
|
Ion
Zombie Hunter
[Fine]
Posts: 275
|
Post by Ion on Oct 15, 2012 3:10:00 GMT -5
"Huh? Wha? Oh, uh..." Roger had knocked off a bit after Allison had, his body slumped against a nearby wall. "Um, ahh, noon? Maybe, I think..." he grumbled, adjusting himself as he worked his way up the wall. Sitting down at this point, he shook his head, trying to wake himself.
Before long, Allison had been in his line of sight, holding onto her bandaged arm and limping over to the windows. She'd been looking outside.
"I need to get back out to the dumpster," she said to him.
"Why on Earth would you wanna go back out there?" Roger asked, incredulously. She'd kept her eyes on the window.
"My sidearm is in there. I need it," she simply said.
"I getcha..." Roger said, getting up and grabbing his riot shield. "I'll get it on the way out. Otherwise..." He shook his head from side to side, "... it might get a little crowded in here."
|
|