Angelica Yates
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Post by Angelica Yates on May 22, 2010 23:08:43 GMT -5
Rene had finally fell asleep, the pounding outside the house was expected, zombies may be dumb, but they know how to find food. She was so used to it, it almost become like white noise to her. She knew the house was well barricaded, and the zed's would never be able to get through it. She rolled over, allowing her hoodie to cover her head. Then out of no where, a loud crash came from upstairs. Reactions were instantaneous. Her camera man reach for his gun, stashed safely in hands reach. The sound guy grabbed his as well, and they both looked at her, as she sat up, with almost a shocked look on her face, which was rare for her.
"Son of a b*tch" she said in a hushed voice. "It's one of the big ones, they are the only ones that can climb around" Rene said looking up the small little stairwell. "Ok, plan, first, no camera, just go up there and see if you can take it down, I know it's scary but we die if you don't, you turn the audio on, and stay here with me, we'll set up a trap just in case he don't make it back." Rene ordered with a still very hushed voice. The two men looked at her and nodded, grabbing their weapons like seasoned pro's, and they should be, they've been packing for a year straight, learning every trick they could with the gun.
Slowly the man who operates the camera, makes his way upstairs, his footsteps silent, and his movements careful. As he reaches the top, he looks down at the two of them with a look that suggests fear and bravery all in the same look. He turns around the corner with his gun in front of him, and disappears into the darkness.
Using the corner of the door as a bit of a barricade he leans up against it, as he hears a bit of shuffling around, finally he lunges into the room with the gun in front of him, expecting the nastiest monster in the world...but its not. Before him stands a man, that looks like he just stepped out of an old western flick, the cowboy hat, the rifle, the works. The camera guy is too stunned to react to the man's sudden greeting.
"Im not one of them, stranger. Its perfectly safe, they aint getting up here like I did, dont you worry about that... Barry Jackson, most just call me Black..."
The man extended his hand to the bewildered camera man, the man finally grasps some sense of manners and extends his hand in return, expecting it fully to be bit off.
"Uh, ummm, I, I, I am the guy who runs the camera" is all he can say to Black.
Then behind him a few more faces make an appearance, Rene first, who comes in looking amazed, giving her most professional entrance possible. It almost looks silly as she gives that damsel who has just been rescued look. She can only stare at him, waiting to hear this man's story, how'd he get up here, how'd he dodge the zombies, she was amazed, and now, the trio, was a quartet she thought to herself smiling.
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Post by Winters on May 22, 2010 23:56:24 GMT -5
Black gave a glance at the other man, and then over at the pretty young face standing before him. Caughing to himself, he took off his hat, and spoke to the woman. "Barry Black, just Black to you little lady... Pardon for the entrance, I hope I didnt cause too much trouble..." Blacks words had kind of trailed off, as he looked at the camera, and the microphone in the other mans hand. It looked as if they were shooting a film, they werent used for weapons as far as he was concerned. Maybe a last days style documentry, something along those lines, he really couldnt even take a proper guess. Finishing his sentence before anybody could speak, Black raised an eyebrow. "...Looks like your shooting a Night of the Living Dead sequal, just when you though special movie effect couldnt get anymore realistic..."
After cracking a laugh, there was a noise coming from downstairs. Quickly as Black noticed it, the other group were already investigating the sound. As he himself got down to the bottem floor, he scanned the windows and doors, but seemed the noise had came from somewheres else. Behind a cabinate in the kitchen area, there was a basement door, which the door on the other side had began pushing outward. Pulling out his .44 magnum, Black aimed toward the cabinate with a serious face, ready to fire when whatever was making the noise was exposed. But, he felt the need to play along, wether it was a joke or the real deal, he had to give the cameras a show. "Not sure if im allowed in your little film or not, but ill handle this is you want to get some footage..." An arm reached out from the crack of the door, rotten, extended flesh grabbing at the air toward Black.
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Angelica Yates
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Post by Angelica Yates on May 23, 2010 7:57:26 GMT -5
The man started talking, doing all the cliche mannerism's of a western style gunslinger. Rene had a laugh in her head, and thought how perfect it was for this situation. It's basically like the wild west, a bunch of people trying to kill you, and you having to survive and do the best you can with the savage lands around you.
"Barry Black, just Black to you little lady... Pardon for the entrance, I hope I didnt cause too much trouble..."
The man said to her, though she half expected a drawl, or something to hint at the man being a complete redneck, whom despite the overwhelming odds, they seemed to be the survivors. She was never the type to make fun of them, they were smart when it came to survival and really handy with guns. Doesn't mean she's going to go join their family anytime soon, but they sure are nice to have around in a sore spot. Finally realizing her thoughts had taken over her speech, she returned his greeting with a smile.
"I'm thee Rene Macfarland, star of many movies, and some stage work as well, and I will say, I've been making entrances for years, but yours was something else. You've caused no trouble, except for a broken window that will mean no sleeping up here. The bigger ones can climb and get around, so we'll need to probably get this upper window secured" she said matter-of-factly, as if she was the foremost expert on zombie survival.
She watched as his voiced trailed and his eyes locked with the camera. She had seen this many times, people who never been in front of a camera before suddenly snap to a different persona as if they are required to start acting or what not. Her camera crew was good, she had no idea they had replaced their weapons with the equipment, but they knew her, they would of wanted this encounter filmed, she gave them a private cheer in her head.
"...Looks like your shooting a Night of the Living Dead sequal, just when you though special movie effect couldnt get anymore realistic..." The man said with a feigned interest, and almost a mocking tone.
"Well, this is basically a sequel I would say, considering we've had two outbreaks. You're right about the special effects, Greg Nicotero eat your heart out" she said with a grin. Then looking at her crew she mouthed to them "Isn't he perfect?" she said with a grin and they returned the smile to her nodding.
Rene was happy they finally ran into another survivor, it had been a few months since they've came across one, and it was nice that the one person she had found had a bit of movie knowledge. Sure he was rough around the edges, but the audiences loved the hero that didn't want to be there. It was perfect, she smiled as he laughed at his own comments, and watched him a bit bemused. Then she heard a noise downstairs, and snapped out of movie mode into survival mode. Without a word she pointed downstairs to the two of the crew then pointed up to her eyes. This was her signal to go look. She wasn't military, but they came up with signs to get each other in gear when being quiet was essential.
The new member of their team was already in action though, and the camera team followed him quickly, making sure to film his new material. That was their instinct, to film, when things go haywire. Get it on camera and run like hell. It worked 10 out of 10 times.
They got downstairs and found the basement door had been cracked a bit. She only could shake her head as she saw an arm extended out of the door. Her camera guy went around to capture some close ups of the zed. The cowboy then spoke again, getting their attention.
"Not sure if im allowed in your little film or not, but ill handle this is you want to get some footage..."
"My god" she thought to herself, the man is putting it on for the camera. This was great, he was waiting to kill something that could put him in danger to see if we were ready to film it. It was perfect. Then realizing this guy probably just blew the crap out of stuff wherever he went she chirped up quickly: "I think we need a scene where our hero comes in and simply bashes the zombie to death. We don't need to go shooting guns in such a hot spot of activity. You see, in our travels, it always bring the big ones around, which they are a lot meaner and a lot smarter than these ones." She said with dead seriousness in her voice.
Her memory immediately jumped back to when they were filming in the heart of Raccoon City. They had blasted their way into an abandoned hotel, and nearly got cornered by a thing with a gigantic tongue. They evaded it through most of the night, but it was smart and could hear really well. It attacked and killed one of the other survivors they had met up with, which gave them a chance to escape. It was unfortunate, but they learned not to mess with the big ones or too much noise after that.
"Besides" she said quickly "We can use the parts from this one to cover our smell. You see, we've figured, after a year of moving around here in this nightmare, that the slower ones, the human ones, are more attracted to noises and smell. When we stay quiet and cover ourselves with the smell of one of their own, they tend to stay at bay and usually let us walk right by them, as long as we don't do too big of an action." She said, proud of their survival discovery.
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Post by Winters on May 23, 2010 15:11:58 GMT -5
The whole time Rene had been talking, Black was focusing on move the cabinate out of the way so he could himself down into the basement of the house. But he was listening, just to giving away that impression. Black finally made a move and kicked in the door, which knocked the infected back down the stairs and pieces of wood to the floor. He made a motion that told them to wait upstairs, while he went down to see what was going on. Before he could hit the top stop, the infected had came back, and tackled him to the floor. This was really starting to get very dangerous, he was wreckless in trying to prove himself for the camera.
While the infected was snapping its teeth in front of his face, Black kneed it off the side, and then pinned its arms down with his feet. The zombie was a female, and looked to be younger then Rene, which was something Black always had a consience for. However, now wasnt the time to be thinking about that. Pulling out a hunting knife from his side, Black drove it into the womans neck, and then pryed around back and fourth until the head was completely severed from the torso. After the ordeal, the violent man stepped off of the now decapitated woman, and used a nearby kitchen towel to wipe off the blood. If there were anymore infected down in the basement, they wouldve been up. However, the smell lead him to believe that there was something dead down there.
Black put his knife back onto his side, as the camera and sound crew were still going at the shot like it was still part of her plan. The fellow had rested himself against the wall, looking at the girl on the floor. It was her or me... he thought to himself, its always the other guy or yourself. Seeing the camera now trained on Blacks face, catching the emotion inside of him, but the man didnt speak a word. Finally, he shook his head and pushed the camera away lightly and respectfully, speaking to the lady. "Ms. Macfarland, this isnt nessicary. Now here I thought the three of you were running for your lives, barricaded yourself up in here until they all went away. But I can see me coming here was a big mistake. If your going to continue doing this, I ask that you remove that from your little movie. Its horror as real as it gets, but until youve killed a human with your own knife, you wouldnt have a gad dame clue what horror is..."
With that, Black moved by the group, and then began to walk down the steps into the basement. For safety sake, he should check to make sure everything was fine down there, and by fine he meant motionless. Pulling out a lighter with one hand, Black lit it up, and searched the bottom of the steps. Seeing a kerosine lamp on a table, he went for it, and then light really became present in the room. With that, he could see about four more corpses, all with their flesh ripped off of them. The incandecent glow reflected off the fresh blood on the closest body, showing that this was a live feeding ground. This was the side of todays life that you wouldnt want to remember. Seeing all of the bodys, all younger people who were no more then eighteen years of age. Black pulled up a bandana over his mouth to cover the smell.
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Angelica Yates
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Post by Angelica Yates on May 29, 2010 7:02:12 GMT -5
Her eyes got wide with the man suddenly kicking in the door. She let out a bit of a yelp with surprise. She watched as he went charging down the stairs like a madman. Sure, she's been apart of some weird heroic scenes, but nothing crazy like what this guy just did. After he gave the motion for them to wait, Rene silently made a gesture to her camera man, and he nodded, and slowly went down the steps for a good shot. It was dark, but the night vision kept things well lit. Suddenly the creature attacked Black as he made it to the bottom of the stairs, this of course came as no surprise to Rene, who knew all about show boating in front of a camera. The putrid smell and look of this creature was nasty, you could tell she was young, but something about the rigormortis made her move with an odd attack. She looked ridiculous, but her face was vicious and wicked. Rene was scared for Black for just a moment. Great footage was indeed captured, and Rene knew the YouTube people were going to love this one. An actually melee kill, and a close encounter with one that she could film and direct without being in the immediate danger. The camera caught the whole grizzly scene with dramatic lighting. The cameraman knew he had a gem here, and the views would skyrocket on theirs. They had competition, other people filming their exploits, which was often annoying to Rene. They would film silly stuff, but just because of their name, or views, they'd get all these views on stupid stuff. The cameraman knew, this was the one that put them on the map, the one that would be their namesake, and he was going to die before he let some rotter touch his camera. Rene watched as Black looked all solemn. That was odd to her, why would he care about killing a zed? It's a lifeless shell of primordial instincts. It wasn't human no more. Then he used her name in a formal sentence. "Ms. Macfarland, this isnt necessary. Now here I thought the three of you were running for your lives, barricaded yourself up in here until they all went away. But I can see me coming here was a big mistake. If your going to continue doing this, I ask that you remove that from your little movie. Its horror as real as it gets, but until youve killed a human with your own knife, you wouldnt have a gad damm clue what horror is..."The man said to Rene in his grizzled voice. Rene went into Oscar mode, yes, the academy will recognize her for this performance she was about to put on. Giving Black the saddest look she could muster she nodded, and gave a soft grasp of his shoulder, solidifying she understood. Rene then turned slowly to her camera man and with a super fast almost unsee-able blink, she said to him "I want you to go ahead and edit that footage out, we don't need people to see the struggles a man has to go to, to survive out here. This isn't a movie any more, this is reality, and I'm sure Mr. Black isn't boding well with taking a young life, that had been taken once already." "Ladies and Gentlemen, I'd like to thank the academy" she thought to herself with a pleased smile. Then watched as Black made his way down the steps again. Rene could smell what he did, she had just got so used to it, it didn't bother her no more. It was putrid, disgusting, but it had become normal. Much like walking out in the past, and smelling the fresh air. You adapt, you get used to things you'd never thought you'd be able to handle ever. The cameraman and the sound guy moved past Rene with a feigned frown, and went downstairs with Black, keeping each moment on camera so if it happened again, they could all enjoy another round of old cowboy knife stabby action.
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Post by Winters on May 29, 2010 13:43:45 GMT -5
Turning his eyes across the basement, Black noticed there was movement in the corner. It was a fairly large basement, so the distance from him and where he saw the movement was a few good meters away. But looking more careful, and stepping closer, he could see that there was a small group of three infected ripping away at the skin of a corpse. All he did was stand at watch. What interested him the most was the fact they werent coming after him, they were more attached to the feast they already had. As he turned away from the scene, Black noticed the camera crew focusing in on the whole thing, but he didnt say anything and just walked on past them.
Getting back up to the first floor of the house, Black finally removed the Bandana, and then tucked it back inside his shirt. Every now and then, he could hear the sound of banging coming from random sides of the house, the infected were trying to get in. By this time, there was already more then twenty of them outside surrounding the place. Still not enough to break the barricades, but enough to prevent any of them from leaving. Sitting down on the couch, Black unslung his rifle, and placed it on he knees. He hadnt fired it in quite a few days, probably a good thing considoring he was trying to save as much ammunition as possible. While relaxing his head back against a pillow, the females voice caught his attention. They were talking about an interview, or something.
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Post by JDrew25 on Mar 24, 2015 16:00:40 GMT -5
Lydia made her way into the cemetary, crouching low and keeping her assault rifle trained in front of her. She had managed to get off of the streets, and unlike the rest of her squad had managed to escape the alley they had been trapped in. She wished that she had made sure none of them would rise again, but for the moment she needed to conserve ammunition and find a working radio. She was going to make it out of the city, but she needed an evacuation. Her puny radio either wasn't working, or there was no one monitoring the channel.
Taking a knee, she turned it back on, cycling through the channels and trying to see if anyone was broadcasting. Maybe the company wasn't the only way she was getting out of here.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Mar 24, 2015 18:43:10 GMT -5
The light amplifying goggles focused on the figure moving through the grave yard. Two figures in black fatigues watched carefully as the commando too a knee, fiddling with her field radio. Their position was more than adequate to monitor movement and persons, but they were totally deaf to whatever she was saying.
"Call it in, comrade." said the first man.
"Watchtower to Red Fox." said the second into the encrypted head set. A gruff, older voice answered.
"Red Fox, report Watchtower."
"Female soldier, UBCS markings, cemetary."
"Do not engage....monitor." replied the older voice, followed by a pause. "Let's prod her along. See if she can be of use....or a liability."
"Understood.....Watchtower out."
Without saying a word to each other, the two soldiers set to work at their work station, a small relay set up. Even if they had not descrambled the radio broadcast, the soldier should be hearing the gun fire soon enough. **********************************
As Lydia scanned through the radio waves, a set of panicked voices began to shout frantically through the static.
"-at are they!"
"-ot dying!"
"Set up fire positions!"
It was then that the retaliative silence of the area was broken by the explosives sounds of massive gunfire coming from the nearby streets.
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Post by JDrew25 on Mar 24, 2015 20:16:40 GMT -5
Lydia stayed on the channel, jamming down the transmit button as she tried to get in contact with whoever was on the frequency. They could be other Umbrella security members, or perhaps officers in the RCPD. Either way, they would have weapons and perhaps even an exit strategy. She had one of those and desperately needed another.
"Hello! Is anyone transmitting? Hello!"
She stopped an listened to the static, then decided on a more direct course of action. She got up an began to run towards the sound of gunfire. Whatever was going on, she wasn't going to miss it. If she could, she'd help. If she couldn't, then she would be able to acquire more weapons and ammunition from the fallen. She won either way.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Apr 3, 2015 19:21:27 GMT -5
The soldiers listened in on the transmission from the female below. They watched as the target moved from the cemetery towards the sounds of the rigged weaponry.
"Releasing restraints on subjects." one of the men said, as he opened up a control case. After toggling several switches, he and his comrade continued to look at to see what the UBCS would do. Would she panic? Would she fight? Would she die? ********************************************************************************
As Lydia ran towards the sounds of the gunfire from the next area over, a door ahead of her gave away as a mass of shambling undead piled out at once. These, however, upon inspection were not civilians, police, or even UBCS personnel. They were clad in what looked like straight jackets and had some sort of goggle strapped to their heads. The mass of ten undead moaned as they shambled at an above average pace towards their living victim.
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Post by JDrew25 on Apr 4, 2015 20:49:30 GMT -5
"What the hell!?!?!"
Lydia stopped in her tracks, raised her weapon and began backpedaling at a brisk pace, stopping after a few feet, aiming her rifle, and shooting the first zombie in the head with a precise shot. She could get away from them, or pick them off, but she preferred to make sure she didn't run across these walking dead again. She was already having to look over her shoulder, she didn't want to have to do it even more often with some of the infected so close on her heels.
She didn't know why they were strapped up, or what lunatic would do that, but she could check them over and ponder it after the threat was neutralized. As the first one fell she lined up her next shot, and before the body collapse forward, she was already backpedaling again, keeping as much distance between herself and the group of undead as she could.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Apr 24, 2015 18:04:12 GMT -5
The soldiers continued their observations from above as the infected moved in on the female combatant. They made note of her combat tactic of back peddling and firing at the targets. Acknowledging this, they went back to their console and flipped further toggles on the device. He tactics against the undead seemed to be sound and thus further observation against other targets would be necessary.
"Target has displayed satisfactory reaction against infected humans." one of the men said into his radio. "Proceeding to phase 2." *************************************************************
The zombies continued to move in on Lydia, their moans and gaping mouths crying out for her, as their heads, almost in unison, burst into a mist of crimson and chunks of gore. The mass of zombies made a few more steps before the bodies collapsed to the ground in a twitching mess. As the pile twitched, a spark erupted from the jackets that they wore, igniting the corpses in a flash fire.
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Post by JDrew25 on Apr 27, 2015 8:34:37 GMT -5
Lydia watched as the now very dead zombies burst into flames, and did a quick check to make sure there were no other surprises waiting to attack her from the shadows. She didn't know what the hell was going on, but she wasn't going to wait around to see what other fun toys were waiting to get her. She stepped around the still flaming bodies and started moving through the cemetery again, giving the mausoleum the zombies had been in a wide berth in case there were more of them.
"Time to find a way out of here."
She checked her radio again to see if anyone was transmitting. The sounds of battle had died down, and she wasn't sure if there were going to be any survivors, but she had to check. Anyone still living would be preferred to the hordes of the undead that had taken over the city.
"Is anyone transmitting? Can anyone hear me? Please respond if you can."
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on May 28, 2015 11:07:23 GMT -5
"Yes!" one of the soldiers said into the radio, putting on his best American accent. "We are hold up in the main yard of the RCPD building! Oh god! What are these things?"
As he put the radio transmitter down, he looked at his partner.
"That was a horrible accent."
"Well....we shall see."
They peeked down at the female soldier below. The soldier then as an after thought picked back up the transmitter.
"They are coming! Please help us! Oh no-"
He suddenly stopped transmission, his eyes now going back to the woman. What would she do? They would need to follow whatever the course she took.
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Post by JDrew25 on May 29, 2015 10:25:34 GMT -5
Lydia looked down at the radio, and then gave a quick check to make sure none of the hungry dead had wandered into the cemetery. For the moment she was clear, but she had a feeling that would change very soon. She got herself oriented, and then started moving towards the RCPD building. The police had helicopters, and the walls were thick, with narrow hallways and choke point she could use. Even if she was by herself, there would be enough supplies for her to hold out for a long time, long enough to think of a rescue at any point.
"God those people sounded weird, must'a been a bad signal."
The radio had been choppy at best, and she wasn't sure if the caller was a local or possibly someone who had moved to the city. As she came around the corner she focused more on her immediate surroundings as a few of the undead came into view. She dropped to one knee, lined up her shots, and killed the few that had come into view. She knew the weapons report would carry for a while in the dead city, but she didn't want to get close to the zombies if she didn't have to.
"Three blocks up, I can be there soon. Just gotta make it three blocks."
She took off at a jog, stepping over the still bodies of the now truly dead and making her way to where she remembered the RCPD building to be. She was trying to keep an eye around her, and checking to make sure that the undead weren't going to trap her somewhere that didn't have an immediate exit. The streets were relatively quiet, but she could see a few shambling shapes coming down the street, and knew she'd soon be surrounded if she didn't keep going.
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