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Post by .Merios on Nov 20, 2008 0:33:39 GMT -5
The Stadium used to be a great source of revenue... on weekends people would flock to see the RC Raccoons practice. There are plenty of vending stations, seats, rooms, and of course, zombies. The seats themselves go on for almost forever and there's no telling what's waiting for an unlucky survivor who decides to go frolicking throughout them. The batting cages and the center of the field tend to be quite clear, so it's possible for a helicopter extraction as long as you had a way out. The dugouts are normally populated with a few undead baddies, still dressed in uniforms. There are countless bats to utilize as weapons and this place is a great resource for food and shelter- as long as you are able to fortify yourself confidently.
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Post by tk_valentine on Dec 16, 2008 11:02:20 GMT -5
Cyril took the stairs, two at a time, up to the second floor. The first floor had been emptier than he was used to, but he still had to use some maneuvering around the undead he'd grown so used to.
Zombies. Who knew that it'd be zombies.
He'd come to the realization of what had happened to the world months ago, but his mind still couldn't quite wrap around it. Either way, Cyril knew that it was real and his life was almost always on the line.
And then there are some of those other creatures...
Cyril reached the top of the stairs, trying to shake some of the images that haunted him from his head. There were more important things to do. The hallway seemed clear from what he could see, but even that was hard to tell without enough light. Cyril reached in his pocket and pulled out his penlight, using it to scan the massive, shady corridor in small increments.
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Post by Metal Head on Dec 17, 2008 2:21:01 GMT -5
It’d been about five hours since I’d retrieved the red envelope that sat safely in my jacket, from the Apartment Blocks in the City Centre. Deciding that the Stadium would be a good place to check around and maybe call for an extract. Would be a pretty cool landing spot if not a good one.
Having quietly made my way up to the second floor, I decided to stop for a quick bite to eat since the general area was empty. After making myself a fresh sub at the only Subway in the stadium, I carefully made my way through the dark hallways to find an exit to the field. With my NVG’s on, I spotted a stray flash of light, a pretty good distance down the tunnel. Instantly, I dropped to on knee, sidearm drawn, silencer attached, ready for anything that could possibly come.
I knew zombies wouldn’t use lights, but still I wanted an upper hand on whoever was coming down the hall. Moving behind a small shop divider, I was sufficiently hidden from the hallway and carefully watched as the light came closer and closer.
(Kyle Dupois is now in Raccoon City Stadium)
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Post by tk_valentine on Dec 17, 2008 2:40:45 GMT -5
Cyril wished he had thought about bringing a flashlight, but he had nowhere to bring it; this pen light wasn't cutting it. But nonetheless, it was better than nothing, and the hallway seemed clear. As he stepped further down the hallway, Cyril listened for any noise; there was the occassional low whistle of the wind and familiar undead moans from somewhere in the distance, but he didn't hear anything close by. Step by step he moved, looking for either a vending station or another stairway going up. He was hungry, but more interested in getting a better vantage point of the city to see where would be good to go next. He had plans.
Cyril stopped, suddenly feeling uneasy, like he was being watched. He scanned the pen light around again, but couldn't see anything. He switched the penlight to his left hand and quietly pulled out his 7-inch blade from his back pocket (now noticing that he'd removed and replaced it so much that it cut a neat hole into said pocket for safe keeping) and held it at the ready.
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Post by Metal Head on Dec 17, 2008 2:47:45 GMT -5
Keeping silent as possible by slowing my breath and limiting any movement, I kept myself around the corner and out of the light. Slowly, but surely the light became brighter, until it’s source quietly stepped past where I was half crouched. Leaping out of the darkness, I first grabbed the flashlight hand, twisted it behind the figures back and pinned the arm to the small of back before wrapping my arm across the collar bone. Then, while bringing my below up under the figures chin, I grabbed the figures right hand, which I now saw held some sort of blade, and held that hand down while twisting it at the wrist to try and disarm the figure.
My intent wasn’t to kill, or to harm in any way, I just needed to be careful, since past experience with long term survivors showed that many went insane, and almost never listened to reason. Disarming survivors was my only way to protect myself from psychopaths, so I made sure not to hurt the survivor in any way.
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Post by tk_valentine on Dec 17, 2008 3:04:54 GMT -5
Mother...!
Cyril felt the the out-of-nowhere assault, or what he thought was assault until he realized that the one doing all this was actually human. However, he knew that at this point to trust anyone could be a mistake. Cyril felt the pen light fall, but instict kept his fingers wrapped tightly around the handle of his blade, but felt the grip slipping.
Come on...
Cyril took what felt like an eternity deciding what to do; he wasn't quite in the mood to make small talk with someone that had these kind of intentions. Seeing that he was relatively close to the wall, Cyril took the only action available to him. He lifted his feet off the ground with a short hop and propelled himself off the wall in an attempt to push the one holding him off balance, into another wall...anything to get his own hands free.
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Post by Metal Head on Dec 17, 2008 3:19:54 GMT -5
With a muttered curse, I spiraled backwards, slamming into a large concrete pillar that held up the middle of the wide hallways. For a second I was out of it since I’d hit my head pretty hard, but when I came to, I realized the person I’d had in the lock was now scrambling on the floor with the huge hunting knife. Instinct took over and I immediately went for my sidearm which was strapped tightly to my thigh. A quick yank and I had it leveled with the civilian’s head, looks like I’d have to do this the hard way.
“Put the knife the f**k down!” My voice was loud and demanding, the vibrations shook throughout the stadium, and I was almost certain that a few undead here and there had heard it.
“I swear to god if you move I’ll put a round straight through your skull,” Damn, this had gotten too bad, too fast, and I contemplated simply leaving.
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Post by tk_valentine on Dec 17, 2008 12:41:00 GMT -5
In the split second this guy had been out from the impact, Cyril had managed to remove his own pistol and have it aimed at the exact time the other had. So now they were locked, muzzle-to-muzzle and eye-to-eye.
"If that's what you want," Cyril put the knife back in its place, but his pistol aimed steady.
Cyril took this moment of a staredown to take note on this guy. He didn't look infected, but that was how it went before. Cyril couldn't help but remember just a few weeks ago one guy he'd come across that needed help getting to a safehouse in downtown Raccoon. Cyril had left to get ammo and food, and then came back later to find that the safehouse had become a slaughterhouse. Apparently the guy had been bitten and never said anything. That wasn't a mistake Cyril was ever going to make again.
He decided to cut to the chase, "You infected?"
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Post by Metal Head on Dec 17, 2008 17:06:52 GMT -5
“Of course not, I would be very good at my job if I was now would I?” I spoke in a low whisper, my facial expression hidden behind my balaclava. On my head sat my NVG’s which casted a green glow over my eye hole. Moans of undead became louder, and I knew they’d be on us soon.
“I don’t have time for this right now. Civilians should be at the Safe Area in Downtown,” Since the outbreak, I hadn’t heard much from anyone, and suspected that the safe zone probably didn’t hold out.
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Post by tk_valentine on Dec 17, 2008 19:14:06 GMT -5
Cyril didn't move from his position, gun still trained on the guy. "There aren't any kind of rules anymore. You make it sound like there's somebody that knows what's going on. I've been around, I've seen what's going on. And your best bet is to keep on the move. So that's what I'm doing."
He heard them, too, the familiar cries of the undead. Coming up the stairs would prove difficult for them, though probably not impossible if given enough time. And then there was whatever else may be hiding out there...
"Look, you do what you want," Cyril lowered his gun, "but I've got things to take care of. I'm sure by now you, too, have learned that staying on the move is the only way to stay alive."
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Post by Metal Head on Dec 17, 2008 21:06:42 GMT -5
“That’s true, outmaneuvering the undead is your best bet at survival, one last thing tho,” Before finishing my sentence, I lowered my sidearm and stood up straight. “Where you planning on headin?” My best bet was that most if not all the safe houses in the city would have been overrun by now, and I was unsure if this kid knew anything. To me, my only concern about the safehouses was that two of my good war buddies were supposed to be on guard duty at one nearby the Stadium.
I was unsure if they’d be alive at this point though, they were good war fighters, but hopefully they had become a little bit less humanitarian since I’d last spoken with them. The only remedy to a bite was a bullet to the brain, they just needed to figure that out like I had back in the initial outbreak.
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Post by tk_valentine on Dec 18, 2008 0:38:55 GMT -5
Cyril paused before answering, "I'm just heading here and there. I was heading up to the highest point here I could to see where would be good next." More moans, and they were closer. "And it sounds to me like up is the best option. I came here because it was the closest building to the RCU, and I figured I could find some food along the way."
Cyril's crystal blue eyes kept looking to the left and right, trying to determine where the creatures would be coming from. Personally, he didn't feel like sticking around to find out. "Why do you ask?"
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Post by Metal Head on Dec 18, 2008 1:23:06 GMT -5
“I think we should get going,” Pulling down my NVG’s, I patrolled a few feet down the hallway in one direction before turning and going the opposite way down the tunnel. Upon spotting a zombie a little further down the tunnel, I leveled my Glock at the creatures head with one hand and signaled the civilian to move the other way with my other hand. A simple squeeze of the trigger was all it took to kill the undead, and I watched it’s corpse hit the floor before turning back to the civilian and following him the other way down the tunnel.
I spotted a small tunnel to our left and shoved the civilian towards it. “Move through there and head up,”
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Post by tk_valentine on Dec 18, 2008 1:33:05 GMT -5
Cyril knelt down and scooped up his penlight and pocketed before the other guy pushed him in the direction he thought Cyril should be going.
Pushy.
Cyril wasn't in the mood to argue, and it wasn't like he didn't plan on going this way anyway. It wasn't far down the hall that to the right he saw the stairwell marked 3F. Everything seemed clear so far, but he knew that if there was one undead, more were sure to be around. Cyril looked back, making sure everything was clear with the other guy. He seemed okay holding his own. Cyril took the stairs two at a time and stopped halfway at hearing the familiar groan somewhere near the top.
"Merde...," Cyril hissed to himself, pulling out his light with one hand and his blade with the other. He knew it was up there, but couldn't see it. He began to ascend, now slower and only one step at a time.
Movement, through the passage and to the right. Cyril spun the blade in his hand in the forehand position, and in one swift horizontal swing, the serrated edge of the blade met with the neck of a particularly decayed undead. It grunted, its hands still grasping outward as if nothing happened. Cyril squinted and pulled down, jerking the blade through skin and probably some bone. "Incoming!" The body of the zombie twisted with the blade and tumbled down the staircase, hitting the bottom with a sickening thud. Cyril stepped up at the top of the stairs and trained his small light left and right. Nothing.
"Clear."
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Post by Metal Head on Dec 18, 2008 19:51:41 GMT -5
Smirking through my balaclava, I trained my Glock at the undead who was struggling to get back up after being thrown down the stairs. A single shot between the eyes ended it’s moans, and I followed the Civilian up the stairs and onto the next floor. We were now at the top of the stadium, and I took point as we headed down the hallway trying to find a way to the stands themselves. Suddenly I stopped and turned around to face the civilian.
“You still hungry? I think there’s a couple places a little further down the hall,” We still had a lot of time until the zombies came down on us, and I figured I had enough rounds to dispatch of any zombies on this floor.
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