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Post by Lance Bishop on Jan 19, 2009 21:29:20 GMT -5
"Roger, Boss. Followin' your lead.." The sniper replied. He thumbed the safety off and cast a glance towards the gathering horde of undead. They had better get moving rather quickly if the group wanted to avoid having to wrestle through the rotting arms of some hungry zombies.
Bishop let his right hand fall down to his 1911's thigh rig, he gave it a few tugs to make sure it was secure then returned his grip to the large M21 SWS. They were going to have to start operating on the streets by foot. It was going to be dangerous, but Lance liked the odds. He was use to being outnumbered with the chances against him.
The place was a warzone, a huge playground for the mercenaries. Lance was kicking himself in the ass for not dragging along any claymores or C4. He made a mental note to prepare some IEDs for his next outing. They would come in handy for a situation like this. Those typical shuffle steppers were easily distracted, making them perfect targets for a well placed trap.
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Post by thegunny on Jan 19, 2009 21:54:00 GMT -5
4 MAN PENETRATION! LANCE, SOUTH WEST! KYLE! SOUTH EAST! TYSON! NORTH EAST! I'M NORTH WEST! ON 3!
3... 2... 1...
MOVE!As Tyson threw the door open and stepped through, Claypoole slipped through following him, the two's guns blazing on full automatic as they moved towards their positions and the other two came in and followed. The team exited and started to make their way away from the tram to the apartment complex, their guns blazing and gunning down all of the immediate zombies nearby. The ones left over shuffling towards him some 10-20 yards away wouldn't catch them fast enough as the 4 of them breached another door and slipped inside, closing the door behind them and barring it, standing in the entry hall of the apartment complex with another hallway leading immediately from behind them
Alright men, lets forget this building and keep going. Just get to the other side, get out, and get across the street into the next street. The directions say theres a gunshop there. We load up there and then we cut across an alleyway and there should be a two story bar there we can enter and hole up in for a short while. Bishop, your path-finding us through. BISHOP ON POINT! TYSON COVER HIM! I'll cover the rear, kyle, you back those two up. www.cqb-team.com/4%20man%20penetration.html------------------------------ Phillips shakes her headWe don't want to move her yet. We probably should stay here for a while... just make sure that we don't get ambushed while we sit here... clearing the building can wait. Phillips then moved and started to check the other two more thoroughly since its been verified they aren't infected, saying loudly
Sounds like it wouldn't hurt to wait a while too, since the other team is stuck like us...
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Post by thegunny on Jan 19, 2009 22:03:33 GMT -5
(Edited to add a 2nd post to the first)
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Post by Reaper on Jan 20, 2009 13:49:52 GMT -5
Alex slowly opened her eyes to Jimmy's voice, finding it soothing in every way. Her eyes still showing no real life to them since she had been freed from her chamber. She looked up at Jimmy her complexion almost that of a ghost. Her body burned, and her head screamed in pain. All she wanted to do was die and end the pain, but Jimmy wouldn't let her. He wouldn't let her leave him, and in a way somewhere deep inside of her she found that she was grateful for that. No matter how many times she begged for death, she was grateful that after five long years he was holding her again.
"Jimmy," her words spoke softer than a whisper. Tears swelling in her eyes as she looked up at him. Sleep threatening to over take her again, but she fought against it to stay awake. "W- what am I now?" she asked him, as a few strand of tears managed to slip down her cheeks. "W- what ha- have I become?" She didn't know why she was asking, she knew the answer, but maybe somewhere she was wanting someone else to answer her questions. She knew that she was a monster, a demon created to kill, but she didn't want it. She didn't want to kill anymore. She had killed so much, and in the end had taken the life of their very own son. An she knew that somewhere she had tried to kill Jimmy at one time, but he kept it from her. She couldn't understand how he could still love her after all of this, and maybe it was the reason she never tried to escape. In hopes that she would die, but it never came.
Alex's eyes shot open as she cried out. Her hand reaching up to grip the sides of her head. She shifted as she screamed out. A sudden pain coursing threw her head. One she had felt so many times while under their control. One used when she refused to work. Alex screamed out as she shifted on the ground as she tried to fight it, but the control almost seemed to take over. Her screams soon died out as her hand shot out, gripping Jimmy by the neck. Her eyes opened and like before shined a blood red. Though unlike before it seemed as though there was no one even home. She stood up pulling Jimmy off of his feet.
She tilted her head slightly, before throwing him up against the wall. She watched as he fell into one of the benches. With an emotionless face she walked over to him, and wrapped her fingers around his neck once more. Lifting him up, and slamming him back into the wall once more. Her grip tightening around his neck as she just stood there staring at him.
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Post by Costa 2.0 on Jan 21, 2009 20:48:58 GMT -5
Jimmy's hands tired to pull Alex's fingers away from his neck but it was no good, she was too strong. "Alex!" he tried to breath out but all that escaped his lips was a muffled gasp for air. Blackness began to shorud Jimmy's vision and he knew that he was going to die. He could scream for help and everyone else was busy keeping the infected off the tram. "Alex no!" he mangaged out but even that was muffled by his short breaths.
He kicked and squirmed as much as he could, his foot hitting Alex square in the chest but it did no good. Jimmy strugled to stay awake before the blackness could enshroud his vision and lock him into a deep sleep forever. He was fighting a losing battle and he knew it but he continued to kick and squirm. Alex continued to stare at him, watching him die with no hint of emotion on her face. "Alex! Please!!!" he managed out once before. The darkness around his eyes were winning and soon half of Alex's face was covered. He just smiled. He was willing to accept death after all thats happend.
The darkness clouded his vision and soon after Jimmy passed out, the last vision in his head of his wife with a straight face chocking the life out of him.
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Post by thegunny on Jan 21, 2009 21:00:55 GMT -5
SHES GONE HOSTILE!
Phillips stopped moving over to check their wounds and dropped to a knee several feet back, drawing her Kimber 10mm M1911 out and aiming at the womans back, more pointing them aiming, and started pulling the trigger rapidly. In the span of little more then a second, taking full advantage of the semi automatic function, she had fired 4 rounds into Alex's back. She continued to aim waiting for the fat lady to sing and for Alex to drop to the ground rather then expecting her to drop from her 4 shots, already in the back of her mind using her expert knowing to judge the abnormal and aggressive behavior to deduce her as being part B.O.W like Aya. If the woman turned around and faced her rather then dropping to the ground, Phillips was prepared to spend the last of her magazine and then pull our her PLR-16 as soon as she could and add that to the fight as well
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Post by Reaper on Jan 21, 2009 21:41:47 GMT -5
Alex stumbled forward as she felt the bullets strike her back. Her eye shifted for just a faint moment, before she let go of Jimmy. She watched as he fell hard to the floor, and slowly turned to face the person who had fired upon her. Her hands flexed as she just stood there staring at her. Almost as if she was determining the threat of the being in front of her. She grinned slightly, a dark grin showing her brilliant white teeth. She slight sparkle almost a grimacing on look. She hunched down slightly before, charging the woman. She felt even more bullets piercing her chest, and shoulders. Alex stopped short of the woman as she collapsed to the ground.
Her eyes once more returning to the dull gray look. She laid there staring faintly off into the tram. Her own blood pooling slightly be neither her. An yet she found some sort of satisfaction out of it. Maybe this time death would come to her. Maybe she would be able to be free of this pain, and maybe the pain and suffering she had caused to others would finally end. An yet even though she could feel the darkness taking her. She fought it. She fought it, because she wanted to be with Jimmy. She wanted to be in his arms, even now she wanted to be held by him, and yet she didn't want to hurt him either.
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Post by Costa 2.0 on Jan 21, 2009 22:00:11 GMT -5
Jimmy slowly opened his eyes mintues later and saw Alex lying in a pool of blood with Emily standing over her. "Oh no" he whispered before he ran to her side and took her in his arms. "f**k NO!!!!" he bellowed at the top of his lungs that he was sure he scared everyone on the tram. "NO NO NO NO NO!!!!! ALEX PLEASE!!! NO!!!" he screamed again and again. Tears streamed down his face. He would have never thought that Alex would attack him, something must have provoked her but now he couldent imagine her lying here. He kissed her quickly before looking at her body that was full of bullet holes.
He quickly turned to Emily. He didnt know what to say. She was saving his life but at the same time signed away his life by killing his wife. He wouldent dare yell at her, he had his life to owe her but at the same time he was torn. Torn with sadness and grief that his wife was dead and it was all because of Umbrella. He looked back down at his wife. Her eyes were closed but she still seemed to be breathing really slowly. "Alex please wake up...please" Jimmy begged, tears streaming down his face and hitting Alex's cheeks. "Please babe"
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Post by thegunny on Jan 21, 2009 22:14:06 GMT -5
(Edited, I realized Jimmy woke up and Costra posted before I did)
Emily dropped her magazine and reloaded, practically shrieking out her next words
Cover me! Shoot her again if she moves!
Emily then quickly moved forward, standing up and then kneeling back down beside Alex and starting to work quickly. She did exactly as she had done with Aya and started to blood test Alex so she'd know what she was working with. After the few seconds it took to do that, she heard a loud beep emitted from the mini-computer, and then a quick two buzzes. That was odd... She checked the computer and bypassed its suggestion that somehow the blood sample had been contiminated and was inaccurate and checked what its finding was. The finding made her stare at the computer for a moment, her jaw dropping as she muttered very unlady like
What the f**k?
It reported so many virus infections on such a high level Phillip's couldn't believe that Alex wasn't some mutated, ugly beast like the Nemesis and Nemean programs had turned into. She activated one of the computers functions and made it start calculating the proper sedative doss to knock her out for an hour then set the computer down. She checked Alex's wounds, feeling that Alex's life was more immediately in danger then Jimmy's was; and having in the back of her mind the curiosity of a former Umbrella scientist and B.O.W specialist wanting to find out how exactly she had gotten all these virus's, and further(already taking a guess at how), the details about any experiments. Phillips did what she could to stabilize Alex to the point that her virus's would do the rest, and then turned to check Jimmy and make sure he was O.K. She was started to shake mildly as she realized all that had happened as she figured out the extent of Jimmy's wounds, and then concluded he would live; if by anything else other then hes shouting at the top of his lungs. Then she turned back, checked her computer, and then started to get the proper sedatives going. She would have to monitor Alex and be careful; the sedatives would effect her regeneration, so she was going to have to wait till Alex's body had regenerated enough that she could be injected with the sedatives safely... yet she would have to do it before Alex could regenerate enough to possibly pose a danger to the rest of them again. Phillips sighs quietly, and mumbles
D**nit, we could have used Tyson... or somebody... D**n, Ludolf, we're hard pressed to handle just these three... theres no way we'll clear that Radio station like this... we're going to have to wait... and hope that no one finds us... or another curve ball isn't thrown at us...
Phillips seemed quite a bit stressed out and discouraged, knowing that it was pretty much just one of them that was defending them; Phillips was too busy taking care of the other three, and one of them was attacking the rest of them... Phillips wasn't sure if Ludolf could handle everything on his own if they got into some serious trouble. And that scared her. She knew that things could get VERY serious out here. And the rest of the team was still far away. She mumbles again
Maybe... maybe we should get the tram going and turn around... again... ya know? We're screwed out here without the others...
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Post by Lance Bishop on Jan 21, 2009 22:42:33 GMT -5
Bishop moved for the designated building, his rifle sweeping his ordered sector. The M21 SWS barked as he squeezed back the trigger. 7.62mm rounds tore in to the fragile bodies of the zombies, dropping most of them to the ground. The others twitched and took a few steps back to regain balance, then continued pressing forward.
Alright men, lets forget this building and keep going. Just get to the other side, get out, and get across the street into the next street. The directions say theres a gunshop there. We load up there and then we cut across an alleyway and there should be a two story bar there we can enter and hole up in for a short while. Bishop, your path-finding us through. BISHOP ON POINT! TYSON COVER HIM! I'll cover the rear, kyle, you back those two up.
Lance slid his M21 on his back and pulled the 1911 from it's rig on his leg. The operator flipped on the under mount LED and moved slowly through the lobby. The place was a bit of a mess, over turned chairs and small desks, papers littering the floor. The sharpshooter stepped in to the hallway and glanced back to make sure everyone was with him.
The cone of light from Bishop's LED swept through the dark hallway. Most of the doors were shut, a few barely hung on the hinges and one was broken in half and laying against the floor. Lance stopped, spotting a huge hole in the wall next to him. He held up an open hand, then slowly closed it, halting the team of mercenaries with him. The sniper pinned himself up against the wall and leaned in, holding the 1911 in his left hand and angling the weapon in. The light scanned across a destroyed room, probably caused by some type of explosion. A lone zombie stood in the center with its back turned and head hung. In one fluid movement the sniper removed himself from the wall and stepped through the man sized hole, his .45 gripped in both hands.
The zombie turned to face the intruder, it let out a hiss followed by a low moan. The man's 1911 rocked back in his grip as he squeezed back on the trigger. A double tap to the zombie's chest sent it backwards. The empty shells ejected from the weapon and clattered to the floor. The weapon's report echoed through the halls, it would attract anything still remaining in the complex.
Lance kept the weapon trained on the hunched form. It paused for a moment then looked back up at its attacker. The creature raised both arms and lunged for the mercenary. Bishop squeezed back the trigger again, this time the round landing true. The zombie's head tore backwards, a bullet hole replacing where its nose had once been. Dried blood and bone fragments splattered against the wall behind it. The creature fell to it's knees and then finally tumbled over.
The sniper motioned everyone forward through the hole opposite of their entrance hole. They were now in a separate hallway. To their right were two vending machines. Lance moved to the corner and leaned around. The exit. "Here's the exit. I suggest we get going, no doubt whatever is left here heard those shots."
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Post by Nanaya on Jan 22, 2009 1:35:37 GMT -5
"Here's the exit. I suggest we get going, no doubt whatever is left here heard those shots," Bishop had stated.
Kyle couldn't agree anymore with him. "Definitely—rather get through this as quickly as possible so we don't attract a horde."
Through the whole time, even while moving through the apartment complex, Kyle was letting the others taking the kills, and there was a reason too. With his last mag for his submachine gun loaded, he would have to be conservative and only use it when needing to. He'd also been silently cursing himself for not bringing much more clips for the MP7. Of course, he still had his MEU(SOC), but he knew that handguns were only meant for CQBs—which meant in order to have a higher chance of hitting the target, he would have to be closer, and getting close to zombies was NOT smart at all.
Graahhh!
Kyle could feel the blood in him freeze up. He knew that sound all too well.
And like a bat out of hell, it came: a lone figure in torn civilian clothes came shambling into the view, standing in the doorway of their exit. Due to the lighting, one might mistaken it to be a a regular zombie—but it was far from it. Its skin was a sickly crimson color, as if blood was literally flowing underneath the thin layers. Its fingernails were shaped to form deadly claws that looked like they shred a man's flesh from bone. Its eyes were milky-white—same as zombies—but they were much more visible . . . almost ghost like . . . .
It leaned forward and let out another raspy roar, showing its blood-stained teeth and letting loose a disgusting odor. If Kyle's gun was filled with mints, he would've already been firing at its mouth, but instead his eyes kept staring at it and his body paralyzed. These things were much deadlier than what people first think—he saw how only a mere two of them take down squads of soldiers and marines, with nothing but splatters of blood left to paint the ground. What made them so deadly was their speed: they ran, and s***, did they run. Seeing as how most of the things they carried inhibits their moving, those creatures could easily outrun and special ops or soldier (if they have their gear on). The speed not only made it difficult to hit them, but it caused fear. When you fight zombies after awhile, you get use to their sluggish movements. These things cause people to panic, and panic is what gets them killed—
It began running toward them.
Kyle didn't even want to risk the time trying to aim. He immediately shoulder his SMG and sprayed half-a-clip.
In a second, it was over, and out of 20 of those rounds, only three hit it in the head. The corpse collapsed and began oozing blood through its new wounds.
Kyle panicked.
He f**king panicked.
GRAH!
There were more—much more. Suddenly, the door leading outside seemed to become less appealing to Kyle as he heard the cries of the Crimson Heads outside. There must've been a dozen or so just yelling. With only 20 rounds left in his SMG, Kyle really began wondering if he was going to die here.
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Post by thegunny on Jan 22, 2009 9:13:05 GMT -5
OOC: Alright, I'm thinking thats a bit much...
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Post by Nanaya on Jan 22, 2009 10:17:33 GMT -5
OOC: )(No one said that we're only going to be dealing with small numbers of monsters.)(
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Post by Reaper on Jan 22, 2009 10:49:31 GMT -5
Alex shifted slightly in Jimmy's arms. Her eyes slowly opening as she quickly looked away from him. She refused to look at him, knowing well enough what she had done. She was grateful that she was stopped, and almost a bit disappointed that she was still alive. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked at anything she could focus on other than Jimmy. It was just like before, and this time he was still by her side. Twice now she had tried to take his life, and still he wouldn't leave her. She wanted to scream and call him a belligerent fool, but she couldn't.
Flinching slightly as she just laid there, the pain once more come evident, and for once she was grateful that she couldn't move. Her body tired, hurting, and exhausted. "J- Jimmy," she spoke quietly as she looked up at him. "Please . . . please I- I don't want to hurt you," she whispered as she chocked on her tears. "I- I can't control . . . myself . . . PLEASE!!" she cried out . . . her last word almost a scream as she tried to fight it. Her eyes once more shifting to a bloody red. She fought to try and move, but found it rather difficult. That other events within the day had drastically slowed down her ability to heal.
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Post by Costa 2.0 on Jan 22, 2009 15:57:38 GMT -5
Alex I cant" Jimmy told her, his eyes full of forgiveness. "I love you too much to leave you". He didnt care about what Alex did to him. He loved her and the love HE had for her was not going to be broken. "Theres things in this world people cant bare to lose. For some people its money. Others its power. For me Alex, I cant bare to lose you now please dont ask me to leave you again" and with that he gave her a small kiss before staring her down with his piercing blue eyes.
He didnt know how much more clear he had to be with Alex. He loved her and that was that. No one was going to change it. "No one is going to make me change my mind Alex, not even you". He then held her in his arms, holding her close to his chest. He let his body warm her up as he thought about their situation. Alex was sure in latter years to go crazy again but he didnt care.
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