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Church
Nov 19, 2008 23:04:09 GMT -5
Post by Lunapocalypse on Nov 19, 2008 23:04:09 GMT -5
This building is derelict, there are no survivors on the inside; it was a place people went to in order to seek help but found that it had already been taken over by zombies; so the best they were doing was feeding a rotten flame. People avoid it entirely as continuous moans on the inside plus the shambling zombies moving through the graveyard aren't the most enticing sights.
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Church
Feb 10, 2010 2:36:44 GMT -5
Post by NotAvailable on Feb 10, 2010 2:36:44 GMT -5
Sitting in front of the altar, a man had his feet apart, his arms in his lap and his head low. His face was pale, sweaty and dirty. He scratched at the whiskers along his jawline before looking up, his greyish blue eyes had reflecteing the light of the candles he'd lit around the crucifix. Sighing, he spoke in a deep, raspy, irish accent.
" 'Ey, God. It's me again. Jack Cohen...I know I 'aven't had much time to talk wit' ya. I need you now than ever, though. I need to find my sister. She needs me. Don't get me wrong, now, I'm eternally grateful that my parents and my aunt and uncle and their family's alive, I wouldn't tink it very 'ard though since they're tough people...but Emi, I 'afta find her. I--" before he could finish, he could hear a loud thundering as the church shook.
He knew from experience that sound had been from a helicopter outside. Grabbing his supplies, the man had ran out, looking up into the sky to see a helicopter was coming to pass over. Waving his arms, he called out, his lungs filling with ice cold air.
It had been snowing somethin' fierce for the past few days. Since then, the undead hadn't been seen too much but the damned monsters had began to multiply.
"'Ey! 'Eyyy! Boyo! Down 'ere! I'm down 'ere!" he shouted.
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Church
Feb 10, 2010 3:49:05 GMT -5
Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Feb 10, 2010 3:49:05 GMT -5
It took them the whole day, but finally making it back to Raccoon City, Arc and the pilot hovered around the city in search of anyone that would give the extra effort to even attempt to make a distrss call. It was snowing up in these parts, seemed to have happened overnight while they were away from the city. Snow wasnt something he had the chance to see often, but it was a brilliant thing for a mid-western town in America.
The pilot had the search lights going on a low setting, saving battery power but they were just bright enough to see the ground from the distance they flew in the air. Passing over a church, the pilot saw someone waving their arms, they were very much alive and well. "Hey Arc, look down there..." Arc spun his head down, as the chopper stopped above the outside of the church. "Alright, lower it down onto the streets, keep it running though. Quick pickup, in and out."
As the chopper lowered to the ground, Arc went into the back of chopper, and opened up the large side door facing the church, and seeing the man with a greatful expression make his way to the aircraft quickly. Grabbing the bags and such he carried from his arms and throwing them into the back, Arc helped the man inside, slamming the cargo doors tightly once again. The inside of the chopper was dark, only the white glare from the snow and the faint sunlight lit it up. But it was still dark enough to conceil the wound and bandages on his left arm.
The man responded in a thick irish accent multiple times, thank you, thank you. Arc could on put on a small grin, sitting down in one of the seats, and allowing the man to sit across from him with the most comfourt as possible inide the Helicopter. Putting out his hand, Arc nodded, and spoke clearly. "Corperal Arcian Griffin, just another guy trying to keep his ass alive. Must be your lucky day..." Arc was trying not to laugh at the karma of the word 'lucky', feeling his arm contenue to pulse with pain, but finally stopped after a few minuts.
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Church
Feb 10, 2010 6:21:01 GMT -5
Post by NotAvailable on Feb 10, 2010 6:21:01 GMT -5
Jack grinned widely, exchanging a tight gripping, shake of his hand. "Aye, nice to meet ya, lad. I'm former Recon soldier, Jack Cohen. Ha-ware-ya?" he asked, pulling his hand back and resting it on his hip gear.
Upon recieving a what seemed like, forced, positive, reply, Jack shrugged it off a bit before reaching into his bag to find something. Pulling out a photograph, he showed it to Arc. " 'Ey now, have you lads by any chance seen this wee lass around?" he asked of them, showing a family photo of an older couple, a teenage girl and himself.
He allowed Arc to take a look before sitting back in his seat, furrowing his eyebrows. "I travelled all the way from Maine, I did. Lookin' fer my sister. Our family's holed up with survivors in a safehouse. I've been searchin' for weeks now, fer the lass, but she hasn't shown up..."
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Church
Feb 10, 2010 16:36:48 GMT -5
Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Feb 10, 2010 16:36:48 GMT -5
"Yeah, im alright..." As the chopper darted through the city top at a slower pace, Arc took the photograph from Jack, and glanced down. He had seen a lot of survivers in his time here, some of these face looked awfully famillier to him. Seemed no matter how he tried to get away from it, the family kept coming back. Flashbacks of the mans sister returned, her lifeless body laying in the bath tub back in the country not two weeks ago. It would be something that haunted him on the inside for the rest of his life, no matter how strong her was. Giving the photo back to Jack, Arc spoke out, not knowing if it was the right thing to do or not.
"I..." - "Snows blowing a bit harder up ahead, Griff. Raccoon City can wait, were gonna have to take her down somewheres, get up here and coordinate me will you?" Arc quickly, without being rude, left the back of the chopper and returned to the from with the pilot. Looking at a terrain view GPS map of the area, he looked around for a good place to land, where it would be sheltered from the snow. The chopper wasnt built for weather, it was built for the sand. "Alright, theres a campsite to the west, still in the outskirts. Unless you know a better place, Jack?" Arc spoke back to the survivor.
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Church
Feb 11, 2010 5:28:58 GMT -5
Post by NotAvailable on Feb 11, 2010 5:28:58 GMT -5
Jack put the photo away in his back pocket and sat back in his seat, crossing his arms as he did so. Thinking for a moment, he shrugged a little. "Well, I don't know my way around this city, boyo. I've never been 'ere before," he replied.
"But I have taken notice that since winter had began, them zumbies haven't been around as mooch. But this large, frog-like thing sure has. Marine-life like monsters seem to make it through the harsh temperatures, they do."
It seemed odd to Jack but the more he studied the creature the more he had become more he had knew about them. His guess was since the infected hadnt any blood running through their bodies, they were being frozen into the snow. The bastards weren't dead, but they couldn't move.
Of course, not all of the world had snow, so so far Pennsylvania was the first place that he knew of that was gonna be safer from the infected until it stopped snowing and they thawed out.
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Church
Feb 11, 2010 23:33:40 GMT -5
Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Feb 11, 2010 23:33:40 GMT -5
"Ive been noticing that myself, not as many infected out in the open. Brainless as they may be, theyre in houses feasting on what they can find... As for those bigger creatures, Hunter Gamma, you said theyre roaming around? Been up in the air for quite some times now, havent had a chance to explore close to the ground. We'll have to keep our eyes open when we get to the campsite, then..." Arc set the coordinates to the Camp Site on the pilots GPS, for refernce. As he scrolled through locations, the Arklay Mountains came to mind. He knew of a house they could use as a storm shelter if the snow gets harder.
Now moving back into the cargo hold, Arc looking over everything he had in storage. There was lots of ration packs, enough ammunition to hold off a quarter of Raccoon Citys population, a fairly wide selection of guns, and some random equipment they may or may not even use. After setting up his gear for when they land, he eyed two black hoodys in the back. Grabbing them and slipping one over his outfit, it covered up his exposed arms from the cold temperature, and his infected section as well. Opening the hatch to the passenger seats, Arc sat down across from Jack, handing him the clothing. "Might wanna put this on when we get on the ground, its much colder near the lake. Help yourself to the supplise in the back, dont know what youd have in mind for protection, but if its a gun your looking for, take whatever you feel comfourtable with."
Arc knew the man mustve had at least a sidearm on him, if he was still alive and breathing up to this point. They were both soldiers, both with an equal amount of firearm expirence. However, Arc wasnt exactly your typical US Military soldier, he was a former mercenary for South America. Previously working in the UBCS gave him more then enough expirence with the undead and whatever else lurked the streets. But there was one major weakness that hasnt been exposed about himself to Jake, and hopefully never has to surface. Its been more then two weeks since it happened, and his pills were running short. They would have to make a trip to the hospital at one point, if he exprected to keep it a secret. "By the way, Jack... Havent seen that girl of yours... Im sure shes alright..."
[Jack & Arc now fly over the Outskirts Camp Site]
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Church
Aug 15, 2010 22:13:46 GMT -5
Post by allenwalker on Aug 15, 2010 22:13:46 GMT -5
Allen got out of his truck as he heard the engine of a vechile comin towards the church. allen clicked the saftey off of the shotgun and pointed at the driver. allen thought to himself oh a psychopath great just what i need.' Allen lowered his gun as he heard the man speak before him. "Oh yeah about those other guys they kinda got eaten i know because i saw them on m yway here poor guys so it looks like its just you and me." Allen heard some shuffling around and quickly pointe dhis gun and saw a zombie slowly walking towards him. allen fired his shotgun and blew the zombies head off clean. "Names allen walker im a S.T.A.R.S member we better hury up and get the kid before more of those things show up or worse, we have to head to the graveyard becareful were you step[ and drive there are tons of holes every were."
Allen turned and got back inside his truck and turned it back on. Allen slowly backed up the truck and put it back into drive as he drove the truck to the gates of the cemetery. Allen pushed the trucks grate against the gate and pushed it open and turned on his head lights and slowly pulled into the cemetery.
(end of church continue on to the graveyard after your post Allen exits)
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Church
Aug 15, 2010 22:20:29 GMT -5
Post by knightanddaye on Aug 15, 2010 22:20:29 GMT -5
Caleb wasn't sure how to respond to that. All those other guys were eaten? This was not a good start. And this guy... being so casual about it. "Jesus Christ... that's terri--"
The zombie caught his attention a second after Allen's, and he quickly drew his pistols. However, the zombie's head disintegrated before he could even get a shot off. That was overkill if he had ever seen it.
'I like this guy' Jacen said quietly in the back of Caleb's mind. He didn't even bother telling his other personality to shut up.
"I'm Caleb," he said eventually, and wondered if Allen heard it before he had climbed into the truck. Quickly Caleb turned back into the monstrous vehicle he had come in on himself and followed as carefully as he could. Didn't want this thing getting caught in one of the holes his ally had just warned him about.
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Church
Aug 15, 2010 22:32:15 GMT -5
Post by allenwalker on Aug 15, 2010 22:32:15 GMT -5
(rentry into the graveyard with allen)
Allen drove slowly his window up and his doors locked. There were lots of hole of course most likely from the zombies crawling there way out of the ground. Allen checked a map he had recieved about the burial location of the frozen boy. Allen made a right turn and was soon driving along the graves. he saw the occassional hand pop out of the ground and ran over it with tthe truck. Allen laughed when he did that. soon allen slowed the truck down to a stop and got out of. he held out his hand in a manner for caleb to stop. the area was strangely quiet. Allen smiled maybe luck was on his side tonight.
allen climbed up on the side of the back hoe and grunted as he pulled himself up. "Ok caleb you i want you to drive about 20 feet and then star your digging but be careful though i need you be very cautious something isnt right, its to quiet so be on your guard ill cover you while your digging up the boys cryo tube, be extremely careful though to not rupture the cryo tube or else we are screwed and so is the boy." allen jumped down off the back hoe and caucked his shotgun. allen slowly walked forward and began watching out the area fr anything suspicious.
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Church
Aug 15, 2010 22:56:43 GMT -5
Post by knightanddaye on Aug 15, 2010 22:56:43 GMT -5
Caleb followed as closely as he could, but still nearly fell into a hole at one point. Luckily he was able to correct his course in time and get up to the point where Allen signaled him.
"You got it," he replied simply to Allen. At the moment, Caleb just wanted to get the job done. He did not like the feeling of this place. And Allen was kind of freaking him out.
'He likes killing, nothing wrong with that. Can't wait to talk to him myself,' Jason chimed in.
"Can it..." Caleb quietly said to the voice.
Trusting this almost total stranger, probably more than was safe, Caleb turned on the machine and started digging at the burial site.
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Church
Aug 15, 2010 23:05:50 GMT -5
Post by allenwalker on Aug 15, 2010 23:05:50 GMT -5
As the digging began he looked around more carefully. a small fog was beginning to come in to the graveyard giving it a creepier effect. Suddenly Allen felt his ankle grabbed from below him and a zombies hand was sticking out of the ground grabbing onto his ankle. " Allen grunted as he pulled away as the zombie began clawing its way out of the ground. Allen placed the shotgun over his shoulder with the strap and unbuttoned hi knife holster. He took out his combat knife and held it as the zombies head pulled out of the ground 3exposing itself. Allen flung the knife into the zombies head and the zombie dropped down on the ground dead.
"I think you should speed up the digging a little bit it seems were waking the neighbors." Allen pulled his knife free from the zombies skull and wiped it of on the side of his pants getting the brain matter off of the knife. Allen holstered the knife again when he saw something move in the shadows. it was small but it was fast. Allen quickly pulled out his .357 and caulked it. when the thing sprinted right towards him. it was a dog but its skin was gone a infected dog what a shame. Allen really liked dogs so it pained him to do this. Allen fired as the dog leaped towards him and as the bullet had made a impact through the dogs heart. the dog growled on the ground and Allen pulled the trigger a second time this time in the dogs skull. "Stay." he shouted at the dog and chuckled to himself as he made his way over to the dig site.
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Church
Aug 16, 2010 0:38:12 GMT -5
Post by knightanddaye on Aug 16, 2010 0:38:12 GMT -5
This fog unnerved Caleb, but he kept his focus on the digging. As much as he would have liked to go faster, he knew doing so would only liken the chance that the container would be broken. That would not only have made this whole trip a waste of time and bullets, but also made the sacrifice those other men had made in vain.
The knife fight almost escaped his attention, but the gunshots did not. The sudden sound made him dig a little deeper than planned, and he heard a high metallic screech come from the hole. Pointing his head out to get a better look, Caleb saw a container that did not look anything like a coffin unearthed.
"Allen, I think I see it," he called out. After finishing that last scoop of dirt, Caleb jumped down to wipe away the small layer of dirt. It certainly wasn't an ordinary coffin, that much was sure. Now just to figure the best way to get it out of the ground.
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Church
Aug 16, 2010 1:28:15 GMT -5
Post by allenwalker on Aug 16, 2010 1:28:15 GMT -5
Allen holstered his pistol in his side holster and began walking towards Caleb. Allen brushed away some more of the dirt and looked at the container. "Yeah this is it alright didn't take that long to dig it up heh safes us the trouble of more digging." Allen slowly turned around and began making towards his truck "I'm gonna go get the truck please get the canister out while I back up the truck if you could try and load it on the back of the truck if its possible." Allen turned and ran back to his truck and started the engine. Allen drove and backed the truck to were the excavation site is and gave Caleb a thumbs up and yelled "Ok I'm in position let er rip."
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Church
Aug 16, 2010 16:13:54 GMT -5
Post by knightanddaye on Aug 16, 2010 16:13:54 GMT -5
Caleb just sort of stared at Allen as he walked away and then back at the container. "How the hell am I supposed to move this thing? It's gotta weigh at least a few hundred pounds," he said to himself.
'Think I saw a chain on the back hoe, it's probably long enough to attach to it,' Jacen chimed in. Caleb was a bit surprised that Jacen was actually helping, but sure enough when he climbed out and looked there was a length of chain right there. It looked like it had just got caught on it at some point. Lucky break for them.
By the time he fastened it to the container, Allen had already brought the truck around. Caleb was eager to get this finished, but still remained careful when raising the container out of the ground and onto the truck. A few times he thought it looked like the thing might slip and fall, but he let out a sigh of relief when it didn't and was now safely down.
He was so concentrated on his task that he didn't notice the sound of shuffling feet coming up next to him until it was too late. The zombie grabbed onto Caleb, and in his surprise he fell right out of the seat. The undead corpse above him tried to bite, and only the steel bracer on Caleb's arm kept the teeth from infecting him.
"Jacen!" He called to the other personality in him. 'My pleasure,' was the simple reply he received.
As fast as thought, Jacen now had control of the body. With a quick shift of his weight, he flipped the zombie over him and landed on top. Then with a practiced motion, he drew his swords from their sheaths and decapitated the corpse with one smooth arc. Smiling in triumph, Jacen wiped the blades clean on the now dead corpse's clothing and walked to release the chains still attached to the container. After this he settled down in the bed of the truck next to their cargo and behind Allen. 'Good job Jacen,' Caleb said in their head.
"Well that was fun wasn't it? We're all set to go man," his voice and the way he moved were a little different than Caleb's, much more relaxed, but unless Allen was really good at picking up those subtleties, he probably wouldn't notice.
The sound of shuffling feet came to him sooner this time, and he was able to see a number of stumbling figures making their way through the fog towards them. "Yo Allen, I think we should start moving."
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