Ahote Chua
Survivalist
Snake In the Flowers
"Ringside seats To a ethnic Cleansing."
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Post by Ahote Chua on Nov 14, 2009 16:28:55 GMT -5
I Clinched my teeth, as the bullet was extracted from my leg. It was a .45 round. And the realization that I had been shot set in and so did the pain.. I didn't speak. or make noise for that matter. It hurt so much U wanted to scream.. But I held it in. I reached into his med kit to pull out a needle he pulled out a glass bottle. Antibiotics. was the label on it. He then Held his arm arm and shot it into his body. The contents fleeing icy. as the ran threw his body. "Sorry...I didn't mean to get that close to you..." I packed everything up with her help. And put it back on my suspenders. "Where To...I cant go anywhere fast. And Stone-ville is out of the question..It'd be understandable if you left me here. I'll just slow ya down. besides they might be back."
I tried standing. My body Fighting against me. "I think we should head into raccoon... If not. We can head back to my Humvee its about 1 and a half miles away from here. And try to get it working." I Put away my tomahawk. opening my shoulder holster and pulling my px4. "If we see any ghouls. Run. Ok? Don't worry about me."I said as i met her eyes. She was worried. typical woman. "You have the reins. The route again, The Humvee or raccoon."I said as i took a Drink of water from one of my canteens. Sleepiness was taking its effects on me. Along with the loss of blood. My vision was blurring I had about two to three hours left before I would black out. And ghouls would smell my blood so any one of them that wondered within a mile Would find me. and this blood spot expecting a meal.
I looked at the blood pile I had lost about a pint and a half. I should have already blacked out. Guess I'm stronger than I looked. I sighed as awaited the womans...No..The girls answer. She was to young to be a woman be She had a feminine body structure. "Sorry I got you into this mess...And what they said is true. I'm a Native American. One of the last..." My voice was fading now. So i would have to stop talking soon. otherwise. I would Black out sooner.
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Darth Revan
Zombie Hunter
The Dark Side
Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
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Post by Darth Revan on Nov 14, 2009 17:15:28 GMT -5
"It's fine, I don't care that you were close to me. It was a life or death situation, I understand that you had to have done it, or you may have been killed along with me." she said, feeling a bit guilty that he got shot and not her. It was her fault that she was traveling with him. She could have left him, and been gone, and never have even learned his name.
When Alyssa was offered a choice between Raccoon City or the Humvee. Alyssa knew that the only way to get anywhere in Raccoon City was to take the streets, and the streets were the most dangerous area in the entire city, before the outbreak, and even during the outbreak. It was a hard decision, but Alyssa decided to head towards Raccoon City, because there were probably quite a few survivors they may find in that area, plus, if they needed to leave the country for any reason at all, the airport was there, and there was bound to be a doctor at the airport.
"Alright Ahote, the odds are against us either way, but we are going to head to Raccoon City, we have a better chance of surviving there than in this Route. Plus, the airports are secure, and they may have a doctor around there." she said. Alyssa didn't have everything completely planned out. She didn't even know how she was going to take care of Ahote and fire her weapon at the same time, but she would manage somehow.
Alyssa put Ahote's arm over her shoulder to help him walk. She was able to carry him somewhat and fire her weapon, though she was sort of blinded in a way so that she couldn't see everything around her. It would also take a little while to turn to be able to change directions. "Ahote, during this travel, just stay quiet. You need to conserve your energy." she said in a soothing voice so that he wouldn't feel like he was holding her up.
Alyssa and Ahote walked out of the woods to see how far Raccoon City was. They were actually pretty close to the eastern side of the city, it would take no longer than a thirty minute walk by herself to enter the eastern streets, but having to help Ahote slowed her down a bit, making it a fourty-five minute walk. Alyssa started walking towards the eastern side as fast as she could while still supporting the Native American.
After walking fifteen minutes, Alyssa layed down Ahote for a minute, to scan the area of any monsters. Luckily, there was nothing but a lone zombie. Alyssa didn't think much of it. She lifted up Ahote, and pacing closer towards the east side again, but keeping her eye on the the undead that was standing there, unaware of their presence.
Eventually, they had finally made it to the streets again. All they had to do was take a couple of steps more, and they would be inside the gigantic town. Alyssa grinned. We're almost there." Alyssa said to Ahote. Forgetting about the zombie they saw earlier, Alyssa almost entered the city, but was greeted by the zombie, whom had a crimson-colored skin.
The crimson head scratched Alyssa's right arm, drawing blood with it's sharp claws, causing Alyssa to drop Ahote. "Damn!" Alyssa screamed, and fired bullets at the colored zombie. Against Ahote's command, she stayed to keep Ahote alive. The zombie barely even flinched and started running towards Alyssa. Alyssa side-stepped as the crimson head tried to claw at her again, and fired three bullets into the creature. One of the bullets penetrated its leg, and the second bullet penetrated it's hips. The third bullet miraciously was off-course and hit the crimon head right through the brain.
The crimson head fell into its own pool of blood, and Alyssa was victorious against her foe. Alyssa grasped her arm in pain, and sat there shaking for a second. After the pain went away, Alyssa managed to help Ahote walk again, and they walked into the terrifying streets of Raccoon City.
[Alyssa and Ahote are now in Raccoon City: The Streets]
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Post by badgerbitesback on Dec 9, 2009 10:51:25 GMT -5
He was on his way towards the distant necropolis using the main highway for easy of access. The place was as quiet as everywhere he’d been for the past few days yet the prospect of the upcoming urban outcrops sent a certain nervousness off in his mind… he wasn’t Special Forces, he wasn’t a hero or a glory boy, he was simply a survivor now. He moved along until he came to a sign, it was in tatters, bullet holes and rust had scrubbed its former glory out and left it lacking ‘Route 104’ he barely made out from it. He stopped dead and squinted into the distance, he brought his rifle up and sighted again but it didn’t seem to help in the fading light “What I’d do for a pair of bino or a torch” he grumbled to himself He began to move again with his stock firmly lodged in his shoulder, his green shirt showing darker stains where sweat had soaked in during the day though barely noticeable as the sun was descending, it would be dark soon and Dacre wondered if he should carry on or hole up somewhere and await the morning. He glanced around and couldn’t see anywhere that would be good for cover and shelter; he’d be in the open to attack by zombies or even bandits out here so he decided he’d take his chances and press on in the dark. With a clean precision he reached to his left ammunition pouch and grabbed the hilt of his bayonet, drew it form its metal sheath that scraped against the blade, brought it to his flash suppressor and slotted into the lug with a ‘click’. “Just in case” he said to himself He brought his rifle butt back up to ready himself and carried on treading carefully in case he stepped on something he would wish he didn’t, he waited for minutes for the light to fade completely as it played hell with his night vision. His senses remained at their most heightened this time of day for anything could come out of anywhere and ‘bump’ him, he remembered back to his time just after he’d escaped from the base in the last land rover only to crash a mile away, how the light had screwed his eyes and he’d nearly been food when a zombie grabbed him and pinned him to the ground, its gnarling teeth trying to snap into his flesh, how he had to… The light had faded now and his tensions quietened. His vision began to adjust adequately and he could make out silhouettes ahead. He came upon the first and stood for a moment slowly he extended his rifle out and poked the object with his bayonet. “Thought as much” he began as he was reassured it was a derelict car by what he could make out it had jack-knifed and rolled onto its side causing another three to collide and spread all over the road blocking the traffic that was trying to leave. He made his way through the maelstrom stepping between some cars and climbing over those that had collided monitoring each one he passed for movement, his mind was awash with ghosts, whit apparitions that danced all around though he knew it was his mind playing tricks on him. Suddenly something grabbed his attention, his head snapped round quickly and his rifle’s muzzled rose a second later, he began to hear noises all around… he thumbed his big safety catch off and began to prep his body for a fight, his heart rate picked up and his mind started to flood with tactics… fight or flight, fight or flight, FIGHT OR FLIGHT! It started to scream. He heard a guttural noise and then another and another… out numbered and out of sight his eyes widened with a slight fright. He caught something out of his peripheral vision and swung round, checked his target and squeezed the trigger, the round left the barrel and the kick sunk into his shoulder, the crash and flame blighted the night and a tracer round flew out and punched into something fleshy by the sound, he turned and fired at another target. “Now I’m in it!” he said as he fired again.
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Post by badgerbitesback on Dec 11, 2009 8:34:26 GMT -5
His heart rate was on overdrive, the adrenaline surging through his veins and forcing his muscles to move so he didn’t feel the agony they were going through. His lungs were screaming for oxygen as his load added pressure on them but still he ran on. His eyes raced around as he looked for targets coming out of the dark, he glanced and caught something, twisting his body round slightly he squeezed the trigger, whether he hit the assailant he wasn’t sure, just as long as it kept them at bay ‘not human Dake, they don’t keep their heads down’ his mind told himself. He saw a car coming up and leapt onto its bonnet and ran over its roof, he jumped over the gap and landed on the next roof with a crunk, then the next one and the next leaving great depressions in the roofs marked by the studs on the bottom of his ammunition boots. He jumped again for the next vehicle and realised it wasn’t there landing hard and falling over, he heard his rifle slide in front of him and as he picked himself up began to scrabble around for it, he grabbed something and with a slight horror realised it was a foot. He reacted and gripped the ankle, sharply yanking at it he dropped the body as it made a grab for him, with no grace at all he fumbled in the dark for his knife, holding down of the living corpses arms with his right knee and trying to hold the other with his left hand as he used his weight to pin its body he eventually opened the buckle, drawing the slender blade out he punched it three times into its skull hearing the bone crack with each blow as the refined and sharpened blade split into the bone and brain of its victim, he twisted the blade into its grey matter it finally stopped moving. He picked himself up shabbily and managed to re-sheathe his knife that was still dripping with coagulated blood. Finally he grabbed the barrel of his SLR, he heard a groan behind him and grabbed the fore grip of his rifle and swung it high, the could just make out the wooden stock slamming into the neck of his next target knocking it to the ground as another crawled over the car to his side, swinging half blind he aimed to high and missed it by a few inches, bringing it in close his other hand grabbed the rifle behind the pistol grip and lunged at the undead again, he heard a satisfying crack as it broke into the zombies face. Without stopping to check if they were dead he slid his backside over the bonnet of a vehicle, bringing his rifle to bear using the bayonet to poke his way around the cars he couldn’t make out fully. Something came down from behind and grabbed him; his pack was all that separated it from sinking its teeth into his neck. “You can p**s RIGHT OFF!” he bellowed slamming his back into the truck behind him, once, twice, three times and still it held on snapping as it did, the smell was awful and his stomach was churning at each slimey sound he made out, he reached to his belt and found the pick helve hanging on his belt, he unhooked it and swung it behind him, he missed twice then heard a crack, he swung again and again and each time he felt some coagulated gore spatter on the back of his neck, finally it fell off. “Christ on a crutch these guys don’t quit!” he said, deciding to sling his rifle over his pack he accidentally caught the tip of the bayonet and cut a gash into his lower leg. Realising this he fumbled in his brief moment of peace and found the catch wouldn’t open. “Comon, comon” he said nervously finally pulling the blade off and shakily re-sheathing it. He carefully found the top loop on his pack a slid the barrel in up to the magazine housing where it stopped and a moment later he secured the stock searching desperately for any other targets. “Thank f*** for that!” he said with relief, more that nothing had attacked him for a couple of minutes, he secured his hand through the wrist thong of his helve and drew his Pistol, hearing more noises he took a breath and tried to compose himself. “I’m not a super soldier… this is well beyond me” he slipped out and began to run on into the darkness, his only worry was he wasn’t sure how far the end of the road was, it could be miles and he would have no clue… daylight would save him he thought and so he carried on, he swung his helve and cracked his pistol off at anything that seemed to move hoping against hope he’d make it past this night.
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Post by badgerbitesback on Dec 18, 2009 10:07:51 GMT -5
The darkness surrounded him as he fumbled around as gently as he could, careful not to make too much noise. He checked for movement outside and then rolled over slowly. Fiddling with a catch he tugged it up and down until finally it gave way and the seat popped forward slightly, a rush of light hit his eyes making his pupils shrink to a point and he squinted for a moment as his eyes adjusted. He continued to let the seat drop down and began to pull himself out of the boot… he had been running in the dark hours before but it was getting too much for him to carry on yet he daren’t drop his pack in case he needed it later when he stumbled and caught himself on an open boot of saloon car, he decided to try his luck and rolled inside closing the boot behind him, hoping that it would hide him… and that his enemies would hopefully not be too smart, he remembered it being hard to keep his breathing suppressed as his body fought for oxygen, he pleaded with his lungs to take what it needed quietly, which was harder to do than he wanted, his hackles were on edge every time something scraped past the car as he knew that this was a one was trip if they did find him… his lucky held out and all he could do was pray the daylight would bring him some better vibes, and now was the time to see. He lifted his head up and tensely looked round through the windows, which was strange to him since most windows had been broken by now, it was clear or so it seemed anyway. He stopped for a moment and unhooked his webbing as it snagged on the furniture and then slid his legs round and placed his feet delicately into the foot well of the back passenger seat, the most awkward part of his ordeal was fitting into the boot with his rifle on top of his pack and then trying to unhook it in the cramped dark space though he had succeeded after several failed attempts, now he drew it out of the boot and with his left hand he grabbed the door handle and slowly pulled it, the catch popped and he grimaced whilst he pushed the door open… it was safe up to now. His left foot contacted the floor and he winced at every sound and his right foot followed suit, gently he lifted himself out of the car. “Sod it, at least I can see them now” he said as he glanced around “I’ll walk”. He started to walk again down the long road looking as it seemed the cityscape ahead was getting little closer. “How far is this damn place!” he said with anguish, then something caught his eye and he squinted to be sure… “You must be dreaming Dake lad” he said with a bit of confidence, walking slightly further on he found what he was looking at, a car abandoned on the side of the road with a bike rack on it. He quickly checked the inside of the car and then looked at his potential prize, two bikes one male, one female, the male bike was busted, its wheels bent and its pedals twisted on the plate, but the female bike was in near perfect order, some scratching to the paint and the working parts in need of an oiling or three but seemed to be in a working order. He took his pistol out and shot the lock off the chain that secured its frame then gently placed it down, the tyres were flat! Dacre opened the boot and thankfully there was a foot pump. “Hardcore bikers yeah” he sblack personed to himself and leaning the bike against he side of the car he bent down and attached the nozzle, standing up again he started to press the pedal down with his heel and leaned back against the body of the car. For once in a long time Dacre was pleased with himself and smiled like a child, maybe things were looking a bit brighter he thought, yes the world may be a nasty place to be in, but I got a bike now, a women’s bike but a bike all the same and no one, dead, alive or unsure was going to take that away from me, his mind said to himself as he smiled and stroked his chin in some evil overlord fashion. “Note to self, you need a shave you scruff” feeling the overgrown bristles on his face, he hated stubble, he was a squaddie born and bred and he could not for the life in him stand stubble on his face, it irritated him and he found it hard not to mention to others that they needed a shave. The first tyre was filled and he swapped the hose to the back wheel, he was happy that there appeared to be no punctures and the treads were in decent order, he quickly finished filling the second tube and looked at the back pannier that the bike sported, he took off his pack and after a minute or two of fiddling with straps managed to secure it to the top. He watched with a certain amusement as the back tyre was squashed by the weight, he slung his rifle over his left shoulder and then over his head so the rifle was crossing his back, the sweat now seemed to coat his shirt and the flies were hovering. He took off his cap and crushed it in his hand as his left hand brushed through his dusty hair, he replaced the cap on his head peak first and then took a deep breath of relief, he then mounted the bike and pushed off to the side of the road hearing the wheels squeak for a moment then a repeating grind as it turned round and round.
James is now in Racoon City: The streets
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Jan 1, 2010 18:28:53 GMT -5
William still holding the large steak knife in his hand stabbed it into the wall just before he reached the front door.He gripped the flesh sample and placed it in a small metal container,then gripped his I.D badge and placed it in his pants pocket along with an empty syringe.William looked around before he grabbed the handle of the knife and walked slowly out of the decimated doorway,looked around the street then slowly began walking to wards the city center.Mcloy was heading to wards an old bus depot,his old friend from umbrella told him that heading there would be a good idea,to get a bus and head to wards an old umbrella facility,probably decimated by now..but it was worth checking out. "Well...looks like umbrella's done for might as well try to help create an anti virus to this new outbreak."Will said this to himself as if there was a man standing besides him. Mcloy began walking at a slow pace towards an old route that would probably lead him into the city center which is where the bus compound was...hopefully there wouldn't be any inconveniences to him before he got a gun....
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Post by iamalbertwesker on Jan 2, 2010 17:44:27 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Jack Pliskin enters route 104[/glow]
He ran down the road jumping car to car to avoid the grabbing hands coming out of the windows the sound of denting cars begind him told him the crimson heads had caught up he felt for his handgun and pulled it out of it's holster. he spun around and fired two .45 rounds into it's chest and head missing the second one as it leapt on him sending them both off the car and onto the pavement he rolled back and slammed both of his feet into its stomach kicking into a car door he rolls to his feet pulling out his tactical knife. it got up and immediatly dove at him. he waited till the last second then moved right and caught it by the arm mid flight and slammed it with even more force into a car window. he turned around spotting his handgun under a burning car. he ran sliding under the car and grabbed the pistol he crawled out to see it running at him again. he brought up the pistol and fired a round straight into its head. one bullet one kill he holsterd the handgun and jumped up onto the hood of a nearby car and started running again... towards raccoon city.
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Jan 2, 2010 19:27:23 GMT -5
William heard all the commotion so again tightened his grip on the large steak knife.He a man clad in black fighting off the crimson heads..infected that William didn't think would be attacking a single person.Which brought a question to his mind...who was this man and could he be bought,if this man could kill crimson heads without screaming help..then he had to be worth something.The gun-shots attracted other infected as William could see a few cars away a small horde coming towards him and the man,william spotted a quiet abandon Inn just of the route.He rushed towards it and kicked the door open searched inside for a bottle of liquor and a match-book he found both rather quickly,he grabbed a cloth from his jacket placed it inside the rim of the bottle and lit it..then through it amidst the slow moving horde. "COME ON!OVER HERE" Mcloy tried to flag down the man who had killed the crimson heads...he wasn't about to let a potential investment slip through his fingers...not again.
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Post by iamalbertwesker on Jan 3, 2010 17:52:19 GMT -5
he jumped off the last car and onto the pavement outrunning the oncoming horde. something wizzed over his head into the crowd he searches and see's a man in a suit waving franticly. he narrowed his eyes and grunted as he pulls out one of his last sticks of c4 plants it onto a zombies chest and kicks it into the crowd. he breaks free from the grabbing hands and sprints toward the old inn. after gaining distance from the crowd he pulls the trigger and dives through one of the inn's windows as the explosion blows a chunk of the crowd to peices. he looks at the man and tosses him his tar21 assault rifle, unholsters his handgun and faces the crowd preparing for a fight.
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Jan 6, 2010 20:43:23 GMT -5
William grinned wide as the man handed him the assault rifle,he looked towards the slow and fast moving infected and took aim at the lower body.William fired a series of controlled burst shot's causing the first row of infected to stumble and fall,he was hoping that this would cause the rest to fall after them but only a few did fall.William re-aimed for the upper body,specifically for the head but he knew he wasn't that good of a shot,he began opening fire in those same controlled burst.He took a few down then realised that they were coming going to get to them eventually...so he took action. "Hey try to go for their legs make them fall...might slow em down a bit.I'm gonna look for something to make a molitov." Mcloy blasted his entire clip into the zombies legs with a large grin on his face,then gripped it with one hand and turned to find one of the liquor bars in one of the rooms.He tried the front one but it was empty,he ran to the hall...he looked to the first door and hit the handle with the butt of the gun.He kicked the door in after the handle was off,he ran to the small fridge but of course it was locked....so he grabbed the entire thing ran back to the front of the inn placed it down then looked to the man with the gun. "Shoot it open....we'll set them on fire then burn this place down after most of them are in...there should be a back exit to this place...."
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Post by iamalbertwesker on Jan 7, 2010 6:23:43 GMT -5
he watched as the man fired bursts into there legs then there heads. once he went to find molotov ingrediants jack continued to fire at the crowd firing four shots and dropping three of the zombies. he heard footsteps coming up beside him again and raised one eyebrow once he saw the man carrying a mini fridge. he broke open the fridge lock with his knife and handed him the remaining two assault rifle clips. "get burning i'l look for a back door." he raced down the hall he released the clip in his pistol putting it in his empty magazine pocket and slid in a new one. he kicked in the second to last door down the hall. he found a single square window on the wall. after judgeing the window he found they would both most likely be able fit through he tried to open it and found it locked. he elbowed the glass sending glass shards all over the dirt and grass outside. he made use of his elbow pad and broke off the rest of the glass he ran back to the suited man and grunted "Lets go"
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Jan 7, 2010 22:33:25 GMT -5
Mcloy gripped the empty assault rifle from a-top the small fridge,loaded one of the magazines into the gun and began firing at the slowly approaching horde of zombies.Once he saw a few of them drop and some of the ones behind them fall,he reached down for one of the strong liquored bottles...he through it into the crowd without lighting it.He continued to throw all of them at the crowd till there was only one left,he fired some round into the zombies then grabbed the last one....a whiskey bottle"What a waste...but i have to do it." Mcloy snatched the tie from around his neck and stuffed it through the rim of the small glass bottle,lit the tie and through the whiskey into the already wet with liquor ground and watched the horde burst into flames and smelled the burning flesh and liquor.He heard the glass breaking in the back and turned as he saw the man approach him and make the swift comment,Mcloy took one last look at the burning infected then turned back and ran after the man towards the broken window.He hopped through the small square and ran further down the high-way into the city....thinking about the proposal he was going to present to the man....
[William mcloy has seperated from pliskin to a marine base]
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Post by iamalbertwesker on Jan 9, 2010 2:34:45 GMT -5
they walked down that long road and kept his eyes straight ahead thinking about the reason for him going into the city... and about the first time he survived a bio hazard. no time do dwell on the past...
[glow=red,2,300][jack pliskin and william mcloy are now in raccoon city streets[/glow]
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Post by rass55 on Feb 18, 2010 5:21:00 GMT -5
A man was walking down the highway, looking for cars to steal and hot-wire and he was wearing his trademark clothing. He looked down the highway and saw a Highway patrol car and got in it and started hot-wiring it and successfully hot wires it. making the engine come on with speed and he drives off on to a location....
[Luke is now on the highway heading to washington, d.c.]
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Post by madmanx225 on Jun 16, 2010 21:40:57 GMT -5
[Vince Myers enters]Having the Humvee proved to be exceptionally helpful, the highway was cluttered with cars and the only path was off road. The Humvee was an excellent vehicle for this path and allowed Vince to drive at high speeds. Blood rattled under the back of the truck as Vince rammed a Zombie every now and then. The highway was desolated by cars and blood painted them. Zombies were scattered amongst the area but they weren't in big enough groups to be considered a threat. Suddenly, a monster hopped out of the tree line and into the cars on the highway, it appeared to be a Hunter. Hunters were extremely dangerous, but since Vince had his Humvee he was out of the monsters range. The Humvee slammed into a boulder sideways, causing it to soar into semi-flight. It twisted and landed on its side, sliding across the dirt. Vince climbed from the wreckage to see the Hunter approaching rapidly across the cars. Vince jumped off of the Humvee and began to run down the dirt road with his Mutilator Shutgun equipped. Before getting very far at all, Vince turned to see the Hunters position as it bounced off of the overturned Humvee and pounced Vince. The Hunter was crushing him as he moved his Shotgun up to the monsters sternum and fired. A gaping hole revealed the Hunters interior as it flew backwards onto the ground; spewing blood everywhere. Vince ran up to the squirming Hunter and decapitated it with his Mutilator. Luck seemed to be on Vince's side considering the Hunter had hit the Humvee with enough force that it knocked it back on its wheels. Vince entered the banged up truck and attempted to start the engine; it started. He threw it into drive and sped down the dirt path, finally entering Raccoon City. [Now in Raccoon City: The Streets]
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