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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jan 13, 2009 4:58:30 GMT -5
Aya coughed as she lay on the tram floor, the tram itself moving at a crawl and zombies beginning to converge upon it. There was a acidic and foul taste in her mouth as she coughed again, blood spraying up into the humid air. She felt her body shiver as her hand felt at the hole in her chest, literally being able to put her hand in her chest... How was this possible? How was she not dead? From her studies on the human body it was impossible to live through a mortal wound such as the one that existed through her chest, but something else kept her alive. Aya pulled her hand away as she felt sting of pain and coughed blood once again.
"Aya!"
A voice called, she closed her eyes assuming it was one of her team mates and creased her brow, guessing they thought she was dead. Dwelling further on the voice, Aya realized it couldn't have been anyone on her team, all the other sounds around here were at a normal volume. When the person called again she rifled through her memory files match the voice to a face; easy seeing as she had met the person not too long ago. She opened her eyes as the name rolled off the tip of her mental tongue, 'Jimmy,' after working it out she closed her eyes again, grimmacing, 'What the hell am I supposed to do without my voice...' she bore her teeth as she sat up.
The scene around here was growing dim, Aya looked over the heads of the zombies and spotted the civilian further up the street they were heading down. She signalled to the rest of the mercenaries at the civilian pressence, ordering everyone to help them aboard. Aya drew her P226 afterwards and began blasting each ghoul off of the tram.
Safe passage had been cut, Aya's magazine had run dry. Any zombie that dared touch the tram has been removed and now the only ghouls remaining were at the head or further down the street. She waved at Jimmy to hurry to the tram before the rest of the ghouls changed targets; then dropped onto her back from the stress and rubbed an area of her chest, thinking it would help.
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Post by Metal Head on Jan 13, 2009 19:21:42 GMT -5
My boots hit the pavement even before Aya gave us the signal. With my Colt drawn, I quickly cut the distance between the tram and the civilians and when I reached them, quickly slid into a kneel. Tapping the man on the shoulder, I spoke loud enough to be heard over the gunfire:
“Get on the tram NOW!” Without another word, I lifted the heavily wounded female from the ground and heaved her towards the tram. Ghouls came from either side of me, scrambling out of dark, dingy alleyways, but I paid no mind to them, and scrambled up onto the tram. The mercs that had taken positions around the entrance to the tram opened up, and neutralized any threats just as I placed the women down on one of the last benches still in place. Behind me, the male survivor came in and kneeled down beside her, so I pulled out my Colt, reloaded, and then stuffed it back into my holster before shouldering the M4.
“Both survivors are on board, someone tend to Aya. The rest of you keep those ghouls off the trams!” I spoke clearly and with authority into the mic before laying down a few rounds that put the closest ghouls to rest. For at least a little bit all we’d have to worry about were the ghouls at the front, and I ran to the front of the tram to start taking out the threats.
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Post by thegunny on Jan 13, 2009 20:22:15 GMT -5
Emily bolted from the Tram control room as Aya and the survivors showed up, ignoring the survivors and leaving them to Ludolf as she shot like a lightning bolt off of the tram running for Aya, practically shrieking at Tyson as she passed him
COVERING FIRE!
Phillips quickly got to Aya and knelt besides her, silently gaping for a moment when she saw the wound, unsure of what to do for a moment. She knew in a knife wound, it was best to leave the knife lodged until it could be removed surgically... that principle was probably the same applied to what was apparently a licker tongue wound. She knew such a common B.O.W's combat data by heart and could tell it that it was fiercely similar to the test subjects she had examined to evaluate the potential of the Licker's tongue, and how they could apply that to strength the HK-1G Nemean. She quickly made a decision and snapped into action; first yelling out
LUDOLF! HELP ME GET HER TO THE TRAM!
She then reached into one of the pouches on her tactical med-vest and pulled out a Syrette of morphine, broke the top, and then injected it into Aya hoping that it would aid. Doing all that she could, she stuck the Syrette through the collar of Aya's B.D.U and then started to help drag Aya towards the Tram with Ludolf's help.
Aya, don't move, don't do anything. Your only going to make things worse if you do. Conserve your strength. Ludolf, careful! Gentle!
There was no way she could be alive after moving so far on her on power. Aya should be dead. But having worked as an Umbrella scientist in the matters of B.O.W's, she had long discarded notions that if something should be dead its dead, no questions asked. 1998 and late this year proved that. Emily and Ludolf got Aya back up onto the tram, signaling by getting up onto the tram that it was O.K for Tyson to stop covering them and to start the tram up again... and for someone to answer Claypoole's radio call. Emily ignored Claypoole for a moment, instead looking at Ludolf and saying strangely tranquil
Check the survivors for signs of infection. I'll handle Aya. --------------------------- The corvette took an eternity it seemed to be shoved out of the way, but it finally did; and with good timing. A tongue extended from the side and nearly hit Bishop, but the train's sudden acceleration made the tongue miss by a hair. The mistake was merciless; it slammed into objects and got pelted with glass as it pulled away. A second tongue was visibly lacking.
ONE LICKER REMAINS! KEEP IT UP! HOLD EM WHILE I CHECK THE P.D.A!
as he said he would, Claypoole checked his P.D.A and started to look up the street directions and which streets the tram could take as he barks out into his headset
Team 1, come in. Team 1. Do you need assist, over?
Claypoole switched his custom gas-mask from internal mike to external speaker and growls
We're going to keep heading towards the objective, but if they need us, we're going to change pathways... somehow. Stand strong Dragons.
Dogs barking in the distance in the Necropolis of Raccoon city weren't very reassuring as background noise to Claypooles declarations.
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Post by Costa 2.0 on Jan 13, 2009 21:55:31 GMT -5
Jimmy watched as a man took Alex from his arms and loaded her onto the tram. He followed suit and quickly took Alex back into his arms as he sat down on a chair, quickly examining Alex. He looked down the isle and saw a wounded Aya being tended too and imediatley his worry grew. "Is she going to be okay?" he asked the woman who tended to her. She looked like she was apart of Aya's team as was the man who helped him and Alex on board.
Jimmy turned his attention back to Alex and kissed her softly, not wanting her to wake up anytime soon and see the horror that was unfolding before their eyes. Infected came from everywhere as if the gun fire was the dinner bell for all of them in Raccoon. He could hear more gun fire coming from the roof of the tram and assumed it was more people from Aya's team dealing with them. They had to get out of the city. Jimmy couldent stay here anymore. He was ready to start a new life with his wife.
Rain pounded outside the tram but it wasent enough to drown out the moans and the gunfire that surrounded them. Jimmy took his Beretta 9mm from his pocket and laid Alex down on the floor, kissing her lightly before turning his attention to the infected that threatened to overtake the tram. He fired 3 rounds, one of them hitting a infected in the skull. He continued to fire, helping Aya's team.
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Post by Reaper on Jan 13, 2009 23:04:37 GMT -5
Alex shifted as she laid on the floor. She opened her eyes just barley not even seeming to recognize what was going on around them. She tilted her head slightly seeing blurring visions of people walking around them. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out except for a gargled cry. She gasped heavily as she bit her lip and closed her eyes. She couldn't feel the icy acidic nickle running threw her veins. All she could do was pray that it would end soon. All she wanted was for the pain to go away. She coughed heavily as blood seemed to stain her white skin as it dripped from the corners of her mouth.
Gasping heavily she closed her eyes as her head laid limply to her left. She just laid there for a bit before her eyes opened again. The process seemed to continue off and on for a bit before she managed to keep herself awake. Though the problem she found that movement almost seemed impossible. She tried to call out to Jimmy, but again she found that nothing but a cry was coming out. Her vision was still blurry, and the sounds of gun fire seemed to be in a tunnel. She tightened her hands into a fist as she just laid there trying to stifle her own cry of pain.
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Post by Mikey on Jan 14, 2009 10:02:32 GMT -5
Tyson, standing at the back of the tram and covering the people out in the streets, made sure all were accounted for before closing the door. He latched it shut and moved past the others to the front of the car. Again, he opened fire, the loud blasts of the 6.5 Grendel rounds and the sharp clink of the casings rattleing against each other as they hit the ground filled the air. He heard the weapon click empty, and diverted from his task as the only one putting out any fire to take a look at the controls.
"Umm..." He said aloud, looking at the controls. They looked strange and foreign to him. Like they couldnt possible do anything but just sit there and mock him. "Are you fu*king kidding?!" A voice in his head yelled to him, as it usually did in the heat of battle when he didnt know what to do. "Are you telling me that you can detail strip an M 16 in nine seconds but you cant figure out how to make this fuc*king train speed up?! Push the lever!" It yelled, as if his common sense was on vacation and calling to check up on him. He jerked the lever foreward and felt the train speed up.
Ejecting the 100 round drum from his weapon, he fished a new one from his buttpack and slammed it in. Before he pulled the bolt back and fired, he looked back at the others. Aya laying on the ground with a big a*s hole in her chest, a few civvies doing not much of anything, Ludolf tending to them, and Emily tending to Aya. He knew it was up to him to pick up the slack, and was happy to do so. He was built for situations like this, where he was the only combatant and there were threats numbering in the double or even triple digits. Even still, he couldnt help but to ask a question he thought of as stupid.
"Is she ok?" He asked, pulling the bolt back on his lego set of a weapon.
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Post by Nanaya on Jan 15, 2009 15:00:52 GMT -5
OOC: )(Sorry I haven't posted in a while—been having internet problems at my house.)(
With every ghoul that came on board, there was always a loud bang of gun powder and the squish of flesh as each fired shot pierced flesh and bone. The zombies weren't letting up; they just kept coming and coming . . . as usual—you would think that the undead would take a break, but then again, the fact that they weren't human anymore gave Kyle the needed reason to continue splattering their brains out with his MP7A1. Only thing was, he was low on ammo . . . .
A high-pitched, inhuman screech sounded off to Kyle's left.
Turning around, Kyle saw a licker peer through a shattered tram window, it's eyeless face "glaring" at him before baring its teeth like a wild animal—
—and shooting out its impossibly long tongue to impale Kyle.
Kyle instictively ducked, but the appendage, sharp to the edge like a razor, cleanly nicked his neck. Kyle could instantly feel a slow trick of warmth going down his neck. The tongue began retreating, like a whip, but it halted when Kyle let loose a barrage of metal from his submachine gun. Bloody holes suddenly appeared all over the monster at it fell over onto the street, howling its death cry before the sound stopped.
The gun's magazine felt light. Kyle ejected the clip and saw that it was empty.
Last clip . . . .
Reaching for the sole magazine for his MP7, he slapped the object in and chambered the first round. After this, he would only have his two bladed weapons and his sidearm to defend himself.
Kyle paused to press his index and middle finger on his left hand to his cut. The wound stung slightly, and to confirm his thoughts, the fingers came away with blood. He wiped the red liquid on his pants and left his wound to heal itself; it wasn't that bad, and the bleeding was already clotting—what worried him, however, is that he might've contracted the virus from that small of a cut, but hopefully . . . he didn't . . . .
More ghouls began swarming and Kyle brought up his weapon. "How much farther till we get out of this hell hole?!"
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jan 17, 2009 22:39:57 GMT -5
<OoC: I'm putting this up, because Aya is sort of incapacitated at the moment. I'll leave it up to you guys to conclude this thread and start up in the Radio Station.>
The end of the street was coming up as both trams regrouped with each other side by side. This wouldn't be for too much longer however as the T-junction at the end sent Aya's tram turning left towards New Prague, and Claypoole's tram turning right towards the City Centre. Things would become worse however as route towards the City Centre has been blocked by a massive explosion which had torn up the street and knocked down building opposite each other making it an impossible crossing of cement and fire. To the left however, it was about another decent 9 or 10 blocks until they truly reached he outskirts. The line which the tram ran on ended not far into the City foothills were the Triple J Radio Station was placed. The zombies thinned out in the same direction, but unless something was done sooner PMC Dragonfly would still have the horde trailing them all the way to the Radio Station.
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Post by thegunny on Jan 18, 2009 1:35:55 GMT -5
OOC: Did Claypooles team get on the other tram as they regrouped?
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Post by Costa 2.0 on Jan 18, 2009 8:45:54 GMT -5
Jimmy watched as the other tram with the other group members sped off a different way. He saw smoke rise from the direction they were going and he knew no one on board here could help them now. He clicked the saftey on his gun and put it in his back pocket as he turned his attention to his wife Alex. She was breathing but slowly and there was some blood on her cheeks and hands. Jimmy quickly began to wipe her down with his sleeve as Emily continued to tend to Aya.
He checked his ammo and saw he only had about two magazines left...not good. Gun fire still erupted throughout the tram and the screams of the infected could be heard everywhere. "Alex" Jimmy whisperd in her ear. "Alex wake up"
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Post by Lance Bishop on Jan 18, 2009 12:13:59 GMT -5
Bishop wiped away the gathering sweat on his forehead. The sharpshooter released the current box magazine from his M21 and slipped it in to his vest. His right hand wrestled among the pouches for a moment before he tore another mag from it's slot. He slammed the fresh magazine in to place and racked the bolt.
The tram ride was quite the eventful one and he had a close call with one of those damn Lickers. They had rejoined their fellow Dragons, but their main route was blocked off and they'd need a way to shake the horde that was tailing them. Lance glanced back at the stiff shuffle stepping bastards and smirked. A simple trap or distraction would be a good way to slow their progress, but it was the Lickers and other mutants they had to be careful of.
The sniper glanced over at Claypoole, "What's the plan..?" He asked in his deep tone; his voice was smooth but without emotion. Lance was a professional, a soldier of fortune, and he liked to back the stereotype for his kind. His mannerisms, speech, attitude, it all reflected his chosen career. The guy didn't like to mess around.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jan 18, 2009 13:10:24 GMT -5
<OoC: Emily, Ludolf, Aya, Jimmy and Alex are on the first tram; left hand side. Claypoole, Tyson, Kyle and Lance are on the second tram; right hand side.>
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Post by thegunny on Jan 18, 2009 14:24:34 GMT -5
Emily Phillips had stayed silent and offered no diagnosis yet, because it was apparent she had received a mortal wound from the licker. After a short while of watching her wound curiously heal, during which she disturbingly began to make mental notes and notes on her P.D.A as her teammate lay on the floor of the tram knocked out with a gaping hole through her chest and out her back, she started to dig around in her equipment again as she got out a portable blood tester compliments of The Zang faction. Unwinding the cord wrapped around the actual machine that had the needle at the end, she jabbed the needle in and received a blood sample. From there she pulled the needle out, let the blood tester analyze what was in the receptacle, and then plugged in her P.D.A to the portable computer. She downloaded the results direct and put her blood tester back, not checking the results yet. Once she was done she checked her P.D.A, her curiosity seemingly instantly sparked as she read through. Then she skipped through the P.D.A's archive and then read some more. After several long minutes, she said slowly and nearly unheard by anyone
She'll be fine. Shes got a... guardian angel.
Emily seemed a little subdued as she spoke, although WHY wasn't apparent. She was subdued in shock and fascination, but it could seem like shes subdued either because Aya could be dying, because Emily could do nothing(Which she couldn't), or because Emily was just exhausted from the trying events they had gone through so far. She kept the test results to her self so far, not sure as to what to do with them for now and not quite sure if the tester was right, though it seemed like it would be... She quietly said in addition to her statement about Aya
we haven't run into the hostile humans yet. Do you think they may be at the radio station? --------------------------------------------------- Claypoole speaks into his custom gas masks internal microphone, it being set to transmit to the radio rather then external speakers
This is Pheonix, me and my team are stuck. The tram's fing useless. We're going to have to hump it out, we'll be greatly delayed.
Claypoole looked at Bishop
We're going to have to lock and load and hump it out for now. We're heading to that building over there
He points over the barricade to an apartment complex directly to their left And camp out for a few moments, get directions, and head to a gun shop. We're going to re-arm and resupply as needed, and hump it out. I expect it may take us a day or so to get with the rest of the team... we're going to do this right and minimize casualties--- meaning No casualties. Alright? I want us to get out of here as soon as possible but we're NOT running out of here like whipped dogs with our tails between our legs. We got a lot of ground to cover, Dragons.
Thankfully Claypoole's announcement was not met with any Licker's announcement of their own. Things seemed quite with the burning traffic jam and bombed out terrain in front of them, the only sound being the hiss of the fires and the moaning of zombies some 30 yards down the track behind them
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Post by Metal Head on Jan 18, 2009 15:53:21 GMT -5
When the ghouls finally started to thin out and become less of a threat than at the beginning of the ride, I moved from the front where I’d been laying down covering fire, to the back to check up on both the survivors and Aya. Letting my M4 hang loosely across my chest, I first checked the gaping hole in Aya’s chest. Emily, who’d been tending to Aya seemed to have gone very quiet, and read off her PDA.
When she said Aya would be fine, I breathed a sigh of relief and moved over to the survivors. The women seemed to be in some sort of paralyses, here fists tightly clenched into a fist. Her husband (As I could only assume) spoke into her ear, and I decided to leave the two alone.
“Hey Emily, check up on these two,” The women’s wounds didn’t seem life threatening, so I left it up to Emily’s discretion, although I was no doctor by any means. Moving back up to the front, I carefully scanned the scene ahead. Sporadic ghouls dotted the street, but other than that it looked like smooth sailing to the radio station. Behind us, the second tram looked to be in quite the predicament, but I knew they’d make it to the radio station.
It wasn’t too long after having split up, that the tram reached the end of the line not too far into the foothills. From the now stopped tram, I could see the large antenna that stretched out above the Triple J Radio Station, and made my way to the back of the tram again.
“Is she okay to move? We’ve made it to the radio station,” I asked Emily while pointing at Aya. Her wound seemed to have healed dramatically over the ten block trip to the Radio Station.
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Post by Mikey on Jan 19, 2009 20:46:49 GMT -5
(Not sure how I got switched from one tram to another, even though I never left it, but...well, thats surreal, I'll say that.)
Tyson continued his fireing into the mass, although thinned mass, of zombies harassing the train. His momeory must have been going, because he couldnt remember how he got to this tram, the one with the more...conventinal setup. For all intents and purposes, he was the SAW operator in a fireteam. Claypoole and Kyle were the riflemen, and Lance was the sniper. It all fit nicely.
He heard the plan set out by Claypoole, and thought it sounded ok. Sort of. He doubted a gun shop was going to have a lot of things to choose from, and even if it was fully stocked, he doubted it was going to have any 6.5 Grendel rounds. He supposed he would be more in the market of finding another weapon. Probably a shotgun, as gun shops or hunting shops always seemed to carry a few hundred of them.
"Just say the word." Tyson said, standing near the doors of the tram, ready to force them open against their opening mechanisms.
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