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Post by .Merios on Nov 19, 2008 17:00:00 GMT -5
This first floor has been designed as a bit of a walk-in doctors office. All the rooms are opened and waiting room has been renovated with dozens of gurneys and stretchers designed to hold the sick and take care of the civilians in need. There are dead bodies strewn about and the chairs that were so neatly lined up are dotting the room at crooked angles. It seems that this floor was the site of a massive outbreak as well as a violent disturbance. Bodies are everywhere and almost every one has the potential to come back to life. It's best to avoid this place at all possible. If you can't, it's advised to get as quickly through and scour the rooms as quickly as possible as there might still be items left within.
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Post by Evening in Missoula on Apr 26, 2010 1:52:11 GMT -5
[Rebecca and Louis enter from Raccoon City Power Plant] Rebecca didn't bother waking the man up while they drove, she had her license and was a capable enough driver. Besides, he needed to reserve his energy. She pulled the car to a slow, gentle stop outside of the hospital and waited, taking a moment for herself to breath and gather. Releasing her breath, she adjusted her bag, grabbed her gun and then leaned over to shake Louis awake, being careful of his wounds. "Hey, Lou. Wake up, sunshine. We're at the hospital." She looked around wearily. "We might wanna make this a quick visit... I don't like the looks of this place.." Too much broken glass... too much dried blood. It didn't look safe. But it was the only place that would have the supplies they needed. She got out of the car, looking around carefully, then went to his side to help him out. Once she had him, they made their way to the entrance. The sight and the stench made her dizzy for a moment and she nearly dropped him. "Oh god..." The hospital was in terrible shape. It makes sense... someone bites you and you go for medical attention. You turn and wreak havoc on the nearest person. This hospital is a major hot zone. Rebecca gagged, setting Louis against a wall for a moment as she undid her hip-scarf and tied it around her face, then pulled on a new pair of latex gloves. Better safe then sorry. Eying the dead bodies strewn about, she clenched her gun tight. Any of them could reanimate at any given moment. They had to make this fast. "That door-" She nodded to a door nearly directly ahead of them, across the way. "should lead to a string of doctor's offices. We should find what we need in one or all of them."
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Post by Winters on Apr 26, 2010 2:45:59 GMT -5
Louis was assisted out of the car, his SMG hanging from his shoulder as they made their way into the hospital. He nodded, looking around at the place. It was a warzone, or least it was a warzone. Bullet holes were all over the place as well, it was the first thing he noticed, besides the smell anyways. He was used to it by now, it didnt make him sick, it was actually a part of him that he found very familier. As Rebecca set him against the wall, Louis pushed off on his own, ready to move without any help now. She went back to his side, but he shook her off. "Yeah, im sure we can find some medical supplise in these rooms..."
With his sidearm hanging in his hand effortlessely, Louis moved along with Rebecca across the lobby floor, searching around for any infected that might get the upper hand of the situation. But the place was surprisingly bare, maybe they had all moved onto the streets in hunt of food. Unless they were flooding the basement, a dark enviornment. As the pair trecked through the hallway, Louis had stopped to catch himself. Unaware that there was an infected shambling from out of an open room behind him, the long outstretched arm grabbed onto his neck, practically making him jump to the floor. Falling onto his wounded, he kept his mouth closed while yelling at the top of his lungs in pain, only having it escape his cheeks. Before it could drop on him, Louis raised the gun, and blasted a hole through the zombies head, having its face just rot away and fall to the ground.
Two more were walking, they were so old and decayed looking that they couldnt even possibly make any vocal noise, nor and footsteps due to the barefeet and slow pace. Louis aimed again, shooting one in the head once he could focus enough. The last was taken out by Rebecca, theyre skin nearly tearing as they hit the ground. Even with the strong stomach he had, Louis could bare to look at them, what was going on in this hospital? Feeling a sharp pain in his arm, he looked at the wound, seeing the blood begin to leak onto the floor, as he tried to hold himself up with his bad arm. Within five seconds, Rebecca was there to help him up, not making any visual contact with the mutilated bodies on the floor. "F*ck me, right? Disgusting, arg!"
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Post by Evening in Missoula on Apr 26, 2010 23:44:37 GMT -5
Rebecca stopped to breath after the encounter with the zombies. Though she didn't breath too deep, lest the stench seep through her makeshift mast and cause her to retch. "Yuck..." She murmured under her breath, shivering. She helped him up and over to the first room they could find. Luckily enough, it was empty. The room was your typical exam room, with a sink, a counter, some cabinets, an exam table against one wall and two waiting chairs against the other. According to the plaque, it belonged to a Dr. Tanenbaum. She nodded her head in respect, a polite and slightly morbid thank you to the doctor who probably wasn't capable of using this office ever again.
Helping him onto the table, she took a chair from the room and wedged it under the door handle to keep the door secure for now. "There... Just in case, y'know." She nodded sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head for a second before she took her bag off and set it down on the remaining chair along with her gun.
Then she set off rummaging through the few cabinets. She spent a few minutes scavenging, occasionally pulling miscellaneous items out that might come in handy; i.e. needles, mild sedatives, a little bottle of a mild acidic solution, sugar water, cotton swabs, wooden tongue compressors, a Taylor reflex hammer, a small light, etc etc. Eventually she found what she needed to fix him up. Closing the cabinet, she brought the supplies over to him.
She very carefully removed the bandaged and cleaned up the wound once more. Then, for good measure, she wiped it down with a disinfectant she'd found. Only then did she pick up the long curved needle. Apprehensively, she took a deep breath, hoping she remembered how to do this. In all honestly, Rebecca had never actually sutured a wound before. She had read a book on it once... when she was a kid... Though that was usually enough for her to grasp a subject. Read it once and it sticks. Threading the silk suture into her needle carefully, she looked extremely focused, and for a moment she seemed far more mature than just a 19 year old girl. "Alright." She said, looking at him. "You ready?" Waiting a moment to allow him to brace himself, she pierced the needle into his skin and began to sew up his wound.
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Post by Winters on Apr 27, 2010 16:41:46 GMT -5
By that time, Louis felt completely ignorant, letting himself get attacked like that. But there were just some things you couldnt help, he understood that once after all. Where there was one rotting corpse, there would be much, much more. It was one thing to get used to the smell, one thing to be used to seeing all of these dead bodies, but it was a whole other thing to have that same maggot infected face staring you up close. It was the most vile thing he had ever seen in the last fourteen years, the thought still make him uneasy. Just being able to give them a little kick and their small intestine would more then likely give out their their stomach? It wasnt something anybody could get used to, the pinnacle of horror.
The needle going into his arm made jump back to his senses, feeling it pierce his flesh around an already tender area was enough to make him smile. Why? This meant he was alive and well. Sure, it hurt, but hes had worse in his lifetime. Watching Rebecca weave the needle in and out of his wound, there really wasnt much to it, but there was one thing he had to point out. "Gap the stitches going down, spread them out a bit more. Then you can trace back up the wound after, giving yourself a tighter surface, and in fact double stitching it to insure there wont be anymore blood loss or tearing..." Backseat driving, but she was no doctor, and Louis knew this wouldnt be her last time doing something like this. Some things can only be learned properly through experience. "...So have you tried escaping this city? The rest of the world is in no worse shape, but its a lot more safer outside of this city."
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Post by Evening in Missoula on Apr 27, 2010 21:54:15 GMT -5
Rebecca stared at him for a moment as he spoke to her, keeping her hand entirely still while it held the needle. Then, with a nod, she continued. Becca was never the type to brush off some instructing, she always took it very seriously. Following what he told her, she let the stitches grow farther and farther apart as she worked her way down the wound, then rebounded and started back up.
For a few minutes it seemed as though she hadn't heard his second question, but she had. It was something she'd thought about a lot. It wasn't until she'd finished the stitching and tied off the end properly that she even opened her mouth. "...Well... Last time didn't really fare so well for us. Y'know, with the accident and all." She scratched her head, quieting for a few more minutes, allowing sufficient time for awkward silence before speaking again. "I... It's just... All my family is dead." She stated factually, before pulling herself up to sit beside him on the exam table. "There's nothing for me outside of the city. Nothing at all."
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Post by Winters on Apr 28, 2010 1:14:22 GMT -5
Louis felt the stitching come together nicely, it was tight and practical. The awkward silence didnt even seem that long to him, he was focused on his arm just as much as she was. Rebecca continued on though, answering his question. Louis wouldve liked to believe that everything was going to be all right, and that they could just waltz out of Raccoon City and life a normal life. But it wasnt going to happen, however it was the better idea then staying here and waiting for another problem to occure. He still waited for the announcement nobody would ever hear, the hour when they drop the bomb on Raccoon City. The scariest part was that history tends to repeat itself. Only this time around, the government had nothing to lose.
They had nothing to gain, either, cept maybe a good night sleep in wherever the hell they were at this moment in time. Louis throw his jacket sleeve back on his arm, and then flexed tightly, making sure that he got all motor skills active. It would hurt for a few days, but it would be fine. He was going to thank her, but she knew that he appriciated it anyways. "Theres nothing for you inside the city, either. How about we rest up for the night in here, think of something, sleep on it, and then tomorrow we can start fresh. Alright kiddo?" Am I actually saying this? Im not actually thinking about taking her along for the ride, am I? Louis jumped from he table, and kicked at the chair blocking the doorway to make sure it was secure enough. Those things outside were much too weak to get through.
Turning back to Rebecca, Louis looked at her, shaking his head in disbelief hes been attached this long. It was never I good idea to be attached to the people in Raccoon City, it always ended in sorrow and misery. However, we was willing to give this a chance. These still something about her that he liked, that he needed. A change of pace, a change of mind. Perhaps she was the key to everything. "Alright, two options. Option one. Bunk up here, you take the bed, I take the floor. Option two. We find another room that might be more safe, if your feeling uncomfortable. Your pick..."
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Post by Evening in Missoula on Apr 28, 2010 1:55:14 GMT -5
When he jumped off of the exam table, Rebecca lay down on the table for a moment, resting her head on the pillow. Not directly of course, because of the paper that covered the exam table. The paper crinkled underneath her head when she touched her head to the the pillow. She loved the feel of that paper, the sound of that fresh crinkle and crease. It was clean. It was sterile.
Everything in this room was so sterile, so clean. Nothing like that hellhouse outside. Covered in blood, everything covered in it. Bodies strewn about the waiting room. People's families. Mothers, fathers.., aunts, uncles. All of those creatures, every single one, was somebody's child. Every single one had a life before this. A home, friends. She'd shot someone's child, she's shot someone's mother, someone's friend. In the name of survival, they were trying to kill her and she understood full well what was necessary and what she needed to do, but she'd done it. She'd shot Uncle Joey point blank. The man who taught her to use a gun. The man who raised her when her parents weren't around. The man who'd gotten her out of the city the first time, who'd protected her like his own kid. Sure he'd turned, but... he was stuck. It's not like he could have attacked her. The thought hurt her stomach but she continued to think.
Her throat tightened significantly and it was a little hard for her to breath, but she showed no outward signs of unease, remaining her usual self. She felt comfortable around Louis enough now that she didn't need to be all smiley. She could allow herself to not know how to react. Rebecca turned on to her side, facing the wall, barely hearing Louis' question. It came in garbled and foggy and took a moment to register in her mind.
"Alright, two options. Option one. Bunk up here, you take the bed, I take the floor. Option two. We find another room that might be more safe, if your feeling uncomfortable. Your pick..."
With a shallow breath, she pulled the makeshift mask down from her mouth and replied quietly. "It'd be safer to stay here, s'long as the door's secure. Who knows how many of them are out there."
But truthfully, she didn't have the energy to move.
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Post by Winters on Apr 28, 2010 3:15:07 GMT -5
From that moment on, Louis could tell that something was bothering that girl. He didnt want to get involved with her life story, it was probably even more messed up the then last persons, nobody had a happy tale to tell. But nobody should go to sleep with that much on their mind, youll never get a good rest that way. In turn, not getting you enough energy to be useful in the morning. If its one thing hes done, its get enough sleep, even if it was somewhere unsafe. The fittest survive, and being tired is just too unfit. Placing his back against the door, he slid down, and rest his head on the chair that was pinned. Closing his eyes, Louis zipped up his coat, and then spoke out loud to Rebecca.
"Listen, I dont know exactly what happened to you over the last few weeks, and frankly, its none of my business. But I suggest you get whatever you can off your chest so you can sleep with a clear mind. You might as well be dead to me if you were overtired thinking all of this. Sh*t happens, you move on. We could sit here and compare scars if thats what makes you feel any better, but you need to toughen up if you wanna stick around longer, or you can do it without me..." Louis opened his eyes when he heard a shuffling, but his chest sunk when he heard Rebecca begin crying to herself silently on the hospital bed. Well, guess im the designated a**hole tonight, huh?" Louis didnt know what to say after that, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, just hoping that she wouldnt take it the wrong way...
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Post by Evening in Missoula on Apr 28, 2010 22:24:19 GMT -5
It got harder to breathe as her mind continued to work without her consent. She'd shot her Uncle. Shot him straight in the head with his own gun. Was it out of mercy? No. No no no, not mercy. It wasn't a mercy killing. Her mind spat out another thought-- maybe it wasn't selfless, but selfish. She didn't want to see him as one of those people... those monsters... That's what they were, they were monsters.
But that was the problem with these particular monsters, they had a human face.
"Listen, I dont know exactly what happened to you over the last few weeks, and frankly, its none of my business. But I suggest you get whatever you can off your chest so you can sleep with a clear mind. You might as well be dead to me if you were overtired thinking all of this. Sh*t happens, you move on. We could sit here and compare scars if thats what makes you feel any better, but you need to toughen up if you wanna stick around longer, or you can do it without me..."
Louis spoke up. But all Rebecca heard was 'Dead to me'.
Her brain handed her something new to mull over. Her family was dead. Dead. They weren't coming back to her, they weren't ever coming back. She'd never see her Uncle's big goofy grin, or hear her aunt's nagging scold. She'd never have target practice or cooking practice. Never again. She choked out a startled sob, then clamped her hand over her mouth. She was crying? She was crying! Rebecca tried to stifle herself and silence the sobs, but it was hard to so. She managed to keep them quiet, but they wouldn't stop. Curling up tighter on the bed, she let the silent sobs wrack her body and eventually lull her to sleep.
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Post by Winters on Apr 28, 2010 23:33:27 GMT -5
Opening his eyes, Louis felt a pain in his arm as soon as he awoke. Standing up, he stretched, seeing a good amount of light seeping under the door. Removing the chair, he silently opened up the doorway, and then moved into the hall, not waking up Rebecca. There were a few bodies on the floor, but they were all incapaciated. Walking into the Lobby, he looked out from the shattered window, seeing the sun full in the sky. Just then, a infected stumbled out from behind the security desk, casting a shadow on the wall beside Louis. "Ah, f*ck off..." Grabbing the throat of the zombie, he slammed it into the wall, shattering its face upon impact and threw it to the floor.
After making sure there werent anymore around, Louis backtracked to the medical office Rebecca was in, and then pushed open the door. Flexing his arm once again, Louis was grateful that the stitching held up very well, and there was no more bleeding even after stretching it tightly. Looking at her asleep on the bed was pretty cute, he couldnt leave her here all alone. "Ill be at the car if you wanna tag along. Floor is cleared out, so you shouldnt have any problems..." Speaking out loudly to wake her up, Louis backed out of the room, and waited for her outside the Hospital.
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Post by Evening in Missoula on Apr 29, 2010 16:00:00 GMT -5
That night Rebecca didn't dream. This was odd, she usually did. Rather vividly, actually. But the entire night's worth of sleep was one lengthy stretch of black. A slam on the wall outside tugged her out of the deep black sleep, but the tears had dried her eyes shut and made them hard to open. She didn't want to open them. Laying still for a little while, Rebecca tried to gather herself.
"I'll be at the car if you wanna tag along. Floor is cleared out, so you shouldn't have any problems..."
She forced her eyes open when Louis spoke. So he was the noise that had woken her up. She pushed herself sitting, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Hnn... okay Lou.." She murmured, swinging her legs over the side and hopping off. She double checked all of her supplies to make sure she wasn't missing anything. Then she pulled on her bag and retied her hip-scarf before finally picking up the gun.. It felt a little heavier than before, but she shook it off.
As she walked through the waiting room she looked around slowly, trying to imagine what when on in this place, exactly. With a sigh, she kept walking. As she passed, one of the seemingly forever-dead corpses in a chair reached out and grabbed her bag. She jumped a bit but didn't scream, and looked down at it. It was very slow and decayed terribly. His clothes were that of a nurse... and the name tag said 'Nick'. Lifting her gun, she tried not to look into it's eyes. Nick, he was a nurse.
But... but not anymore. She closed her eyes and pulled on the trigger.
BANG.
Not anymore, 'cause now he was dead.
She walked out to meet Louis, shifting her bag on her shoulder before reaching into it. Pulling out a baggy, she tossed it to him. It was a bag of trail mix. "I can't eat any more of that crap, it'll make me puke. You can have it though." She smiled at him before pulling open the passenger's side door and hopping inside, slamming it shut behind her. Smile, today she needed to smile.
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Post by Winters on Apr 29, 2010 16:33:30 GMT -5
Hearing a gunshot, Louis looked deep into the hospital, not seeing anything major happening. Once Rebecca has made her way outside, he saw that she was fine, so he didnt need to ask if she was alright. She tossed him a baggy, Louis caught it with his hurt arm, good to know he still had his reflexes. "Trail mix, huh? Well, where im headed, you can eat a lot more then just trail mix..." Was this really a good idea, taking Rebecca there? It seemed like she was losing faith in leaving Raccoon City, which was pretty much the case. But this was little welcome, maybe a sparkle of hope, motivation for her to keep moving on. Because there were places outside of Raccoon City built to contain the a zero percent infection rating, and it was much more safe then anywheres else.
Jumping into the driver seat, Louis put the trail mix in his pocket for a time when he was stuck. But for now, he knew where they were going. It would be good to check up on the old man, anyway. Its been nearly a week since he was last there, even though it seems like just yesterday. It would take some struggle to get there, but it will be well worth it in the end.
[Louis and Rebecca now in Arklay Mountains]
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Post by Lunapocalypse on May 11, 2010 8:19:42 GMT -5
)(OoC: Amanda, Rey and Chrys have entered from the garage.)(
"Don't worry," Chrys rolled her eyes, she was starting to think something really weird was going on between amanda and Rey, "It's not like she'd walk off. I'll take the keys with me anyways, you lock the door on the inside so that no one else can get in except for me," she span the metal chain on her index finger, "Just hold tight and keep aware for any zombies, I'll be back as soon as I can," then pocketed the keys and started walking down the hall, "I'll see if I can find an old prepaid phone aswell in the news agency here, mine's all outta credit,"
It was pretty easy finding the storage for medical items, sort of. At first in the dim light she was given she was given Chrys thought that she had been following the right colour code but apparently it was leading her to the doctors quarters. After closer inspection and covering one of the lines up to shield from the orange light she found the right colour making it to storage. The Journalist closed and blocked the door behind her, "Time to do some reading, there must be some manual here to treat wounds," sifting through draws, there were numerous books; Chrys wanted to find the one with 'For Dummies' as a title though. Intruigingly enough to also stumbled across a diary; it was old and stuck out like a saw thumb. Pulling the band off around it and taking a gander revealed blood covered some of the pages; it was the minor amount of paper written on though which seemed interesting. It read about the T-Virus, some sort of research that was being done on it her.
Her lucky day, something else she could write on. Chrys pocketed the diary and continued fishing through books until locating something that would help her help Rey.
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Post by Winters on May 11, 2010 21:10:51 GMT -5
Amanda nodded as Chrys left, she was alone in the room with Rey. It was fairly dark in the room, cept for an emegency light in the corner of the room keeping it lit up well enough to see. She was sitting beside the bed, staring at her friend who was dying, she was so motionless. Reaching over to touch her hand, it felt cold, she was starting to lose body heat, almost guarentee she wouldnt be waking up the same person she was. How could she let such a stupid mistake happen, it was all her fault, everything was her fault.
The say that everything happens for a reason, but after the last fourteen years, Amanda has grown to know that those reasons wont always be for the right ones. Was Joey even coming, was he even alright? She hadnt seen him for quite some time, since before the outbreak of 2012 started. Amanda wanted to call, and tell him what was going on, that he wont ever see Rey again. That was something she couldnt do, she didnt have enough courage to do something like that. She didnt even have enough courage to kill Rey now, before she turned. Pulling out her handgun, Amanda lay it on the bedside to close to the railing, in reach to grab it and do what had to be done. Regardless of the impossible task, there had to be that sense of realism, preperation for the end.
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