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Post by hazard on Jul 25, 2010 18:12:11 GMT -5
Jason stood a step away so the door could open and Jason could still see into the room. His M-21 was at the ready pointed straight into the shed. As the door swung open a zed popped out from the darkness. The zed charged straight at Jason and instead of taking a shot killing it flat out, Jason brought the sock of his gun up and his the zed square in it's face knocking it back a few feet and delaying it just long enough for Jason to pull out with one hand his kattana and thrust the blade into the eye socket of the zed killing it. Jason the wiped the blade on the zed shirt and re-sheathed the blade.
Jason no longer felt these things where human, or tried to humanize them. The fact is all they did was eat, and for no purpose. They where an infection that had to be wiped from this earth.
Jason placed his M-21 down for a second in order to step into the shed and clear it with his P90. It was large, but empty, well empty of gardening supplies. It was obvious this place had been cleared out and used as a temporary shelter, or maybe even as a home base of someones based off the furniture, and wrappers, and other items a survivor would have left behind. Jason assumed the guy they had kill once lived out of this place. Close examination of the zed showed he had wounds that where bandaged up.
Jason couldn't help but peace together this mans story. He had been bitten while gather supplies. Came back and bandaged himself up, laid bed ridden for days, based off the blood bed roll in the far corner of the shed. He ate but was probably unable to keep anything down, and the went full zed and has been waiting for someone to release him ever sense. "Clear." Jason said coming back outside to grab his M-21 and the walked back in and placed his bag on the small round table where a chair was and began to look threw his bag for his first aid kit. "Come on in. lets see if we can't take care of those cuts you have."
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Post by Gabriel on Jul 30, 2010 22:53:14 GMT -5
((sorry on the late reply, had a lot of college work to do.))
Richard looked on impassively as he dispatched the one infected male that was here... It was odd, seeing someone treat them as a thing. He maintained a great deal of his humanity through all of this, but everyone handled the infection differently. He and Richard definitely came from different worlds. Sighing inwardly, Richard walked into the shed, and shut the door behind him, sliding the thick piece of wood down in the old style barricade lock. Looking around, he set his own duffel bag down onto the table. "The cut is fine. Its just shallow and bleeding. If you have some kind of thick first aid adhesive or liquid bandage it would work well enough. Its just getting into my eye." He still had yet to take a good look at the man, for a few reasons. The biggest being, Richard's eyes were not natural. He was a result of genetic testing as a kid after all, so there were some changes that he would rather not explain. First and foremost, his mental disabilities, which thankfully, only affected him socially.
He set his MP5 down on the table, and checked the breach for any kind of possible jamming, and wiped at his forehead just above his brow once more, revealing the exact area of the cut. "Just here. Nowhere else thankfully. Jumped through a busted window of an abandoned shop to get away from a rather large group of angry locals, piece snatched at my eye. Thankfully it wasn't any deeper. Last thing I need is to get an infection."
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Post by hazard on Jul 31, 2010 2:22:11 GMT -5
"I carry a standard First Aid Kit with me So I have plenty of bandages. I wish I had got a field hospital pack back when they where easy to get a hold of, but what can you say." Jason said as he found some sterile bandages and a small bottle of alcohol. "Okay this is going to sting, but better to have it clean then to let it get infected." Jason said an quickly cleaned the mans cut and then bandaged it. "There that should keep the blood out of your vision." Jason walked back to the table and began picking up his and putting away his kit, leaving the used wrappers behind. "Sorry I'm not much of a medic. I'm better at leaving holes, not patching them up." Jason said when he was done, and then took a seat. "So what now?" Jason asked the man, "We part ways or what?"
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Post by Caliber on Apr 17, 2011 1:08:59 GMT -5
[Allison, Louis, and Hal have entered Riverside Property, Raccoon City Park]
Night had long past fallen on Raccoon City and the storm was picking up. Lightning illuminated the sky and the explosive sounds of thunder boomed. The BSAA officer told Louis and Allison that they were going to have to land immediately. When the helicopter touched the ground, Allison slid the door of the helicopter open. "It's freezing," she said aloud to nobody in particular. When the helicopter rotors ceased to turn, everything was silent; aside from the rain and occasional thunder. There wasn't a single infected in sight. Allison was relieved, she was tired of fighting. She sat on the edge of the helicopter and listened to the rain. It was soothing, in a way.
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Post by Winters on Apr 17, 2011 1:46:30 GMT -5
When the chopper landed on flat ground, Hal closed off the engine to conserve fuel, and so they wouldnt draw any attention to them as well. The park had been a pretty calm place, however, in the part they landed, it was away from most of the population. The riverside area itself hadnt been hit nearly as hard as most of the other parts of the city, as it was closer to the outskirts of town, more people had time to escape. This was as safe as it got in Raccoon City, unless you were in the sky, of course. Taking off his headset, Hal stood up from the pilots seat, and then stretched himself. This was the first time he stood up in quite a long time, he was always just flying around. Even when refueling, he wasnt the one to do it. Seeing the female survivor sitting on the edge of the aircraft, door open, he walked up behind her and spoke.
"Ive always liked the rain myself. I mean, forcing to land isnt what I really hope for, but the city always seem more... I dont know, peaceful? Maybe im just crazy... Dont pay any attention to me." Turning around, obviously making a fool of himself, Hal seen the taller male standing behind him, just look at him with his arms crossed. "I, um, uh... Why are you two still in Raccoon City, anyway? If you dont mind me asking, that is... Uh, what was your name, again?" Quickly responding to the man, yet still being grateful for saving their life, Louis responded with the tone of humor and seriousness that he normally did. "I never told you, neither did she, and neither did you... Louis Johnson."
Using his thumb and index finger, Hal fixed his glasses, pushing them further up onto his face, and then extending an arm to shake hands. It was never, ever the way he greeted anybody, but for some reason, it sounded like a good idea at the time. "Professor Christopher Halbred, but you can call me Hal." Without getting a response from the handshake, he flexed his fingers a little, as if to pretend he never even meant to shake hands in the first place. Finally working up the courage to turn to the female again, Hal spoke out to the man. "...And your friend?"
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Post by Caliber on Apr 17, 2011 2:15:27 GMT -5
Allison stared off into the distance. When Hal asked for their names, Louis began talking before Allison, introducing himself. Once Louis was done and it was implied Allison's turn was up, "Allison," she said plainly. "Miller," she added. "If you're thinking my name sounds familiar, it's because my parents owned one of Raccoon City's largest insurance companies. I share my mother's name."
The entire time she was speaking, she had this 'business-woman' tone to her voice, and she realized it, blaming it on genetics. Her formal attire probably made her look more professional, as well (which she partly intended), being a Mercenary and all.
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Post by Winters on Apr 17, 2011 2:30:47 GMT -5
The woman, Allison, really did have a very professional vibe around her, and tone in her voice. Hal realized then that she was most likely not very suited to combat, and along with Louis, who looked like he was ready to murder somebody, seemed like such a strange pair. "Insurance, huh? Sounds like serious stuff..." By this time, Hal leaned against the inside wall of the chopper, just trying to fit in with the two survivors. Hes never been with other people in a long time, it felt almost normal to be in the presence of people again.
Louis spoke up, almost ruining the mood for Hal. "Ive gotten into 'insurance' as well... Insuring those bone sucking maggot wh*res stay down. Since this whole world went to sh*t, ive been doing my part, one bullet at a time..." Hearing that, Hal started to feel a little uncomfortable, and moved deeper inside the chopper. "Riiiiiight, well, its a good thing I got you off the rooftop, plenty of more zombies out there to be rid of, I guess." As he got back to the pilots seat, Hal lifted up the radio, and flicked on a certain frequency before speaking in a loud, clear voice. "This is Hal, please respond! ......... Come in, Griff, respond if you can hear me! ......... Arc Griffin, respond .........."
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Post by Caliber on Apr 17, 2011 2:51:39 GMT -5
Allison looked at Louis with a sarcastic exression on her face after the last comment he made. He shared the same expression. Allison smiled and shook her head. She took another moment to enjoy the rain. Hal began talking on the radio and it raised Allison's curiosity.
"Arc Griffin?" Allison asked Hal. "Who's he?"
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Post by Winters on Apr 17, 2011 3:23:47 GMT -5
Finally turning off the radio, Hal gave up for the night. There was always hope that he would pick up on the other end, one way or another. With everything thats been going on lately though, he just hoped that things turned out better for him here in Raccoon City, as appose to going back to the BSAA HQ. When the woman asked about Arc, Hal didnt know exactly how to respond, but figured it would be best to start with the basics.
"Arcian is my partner, hes another BSAA Agent, like me. Only, im the pilot who took him on his last mission here in Raccoon City. He never called for extraction, and was left for dead ever since. Still, every time I come through here, I always radio him, just in case hes still alive. I know he is, the guy was..." Getting a little excited, Hal toned it down a bit, catching the attention of Louis, who now looked at him with a glare. "...He was a good agent, and I just cant accept that hes dead. Hes wandering around Raccoon City, I know it." Hal finally sat down in the seat, and thought about everything. There was a certain line of professionalism that the BSAA had to follow, a line of duty. But this was just as much his own mistake as it was Arcs.
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Post by Caliber on Apr 17, 2011 17:20:33 GMT -5
"Oh," Allison began. "He's the soldier you lost, then? Sorry to hear that," she added with barely a tinge of sympathy in her voice. Allison gazed upon the large clock tower at the far end of the park. It was enormous and beautiful, but merely a silhouette against the moon and the night sky. Allison caught the faint glint of a flashlight along the stone railing of one of the balconies near the top of the tower. "Hey, look at that," Allison said to Louis as she tapped him on the shoulder with the back of her hand, then pointing. The flashlight glared again, then dissipated. "There, did you see that? There are people up there."
Moments later, the scream of a woman was faintly heard in the distance. It sounded as if it came from the clock tower. Allison stood up and walked out of the helicopter. "Now, that was definitely a scream," she began. "We should go check it out."
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Post by Winters on Apr 17, 2011 19:06:52 GMT -5
Louis stood up and jumped outside, seeing the light from the corner of his eye. Not that he really cared if their was other people around, more survivors coming together usually meant more of a clusterf*ck to deal with later. But yet, he was curious as to who it was, and how they managed to survive this long. "Its up to you, im game..." Really though, Louis had nothing else better to do than follow around Allison, the two of them made a good team. Which was strange, because he had always considered himself a lone wolf. Ironically enough, as well, he didnt think her to really cared about anybody other than herself, and of course who she killed.
Hearing the scream following, Hal instantly looked over at the clock tower, and felt remorse for whomever was inside of it. He wasnt a soldier, nor was he really trained to fight the infected. He was trained to pilot that helicopter, and stay out of the hotzones. Still, there was a point in every mans life where they needed to take a stand, and this wouldnt be the first time. "Well, im not staying here, whoever it is might need our help."
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Post by Caliber on Apr 21, 2011 23:53:50 GMT -5
"Alright," Allison began. "Let's go," she said, already taking lead, jogging off toward the shadow of a clocktower in the distance. She jogged alongside the two men, heading toward the shrubbery-surrounded main entrance.
[Hal, Allison, and Louis have left City Park are now at St. Michael's Clocktower]
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