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Post by .Merios on Nov 20, 2008 0:39:42 GMT -5
The dormitories are housed in several adjacent brick buildings, each with four floors. While the dorms used to be active and filled with students year-round, they are now deserted and their maintenance has been neglected. The halls are empty and most of the doors to the rooms are broken open or snapped off completely. Almost everything is looted and covered in graffiti. It's depressing, really.
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Post by thegunny on Nov 22, 2008 16:50:46 GMT -5
Paul Moretti silently sat in the ghostly interior of his police ford explorer, the lights off and everything dark inside but the G.P.S and computer unit casting a ghostly blue light on the front seats of the S.U.V, the truck turned on and thus the green glow of the gauges ahead of the driver further adding to the ghostly appearance of the interior. He was parked at the side of the campus gas station, visibility grand as he could see all down the street towards the main cluster of buildings and the main building, along with a good amount of dorms and the street leading down to the rest of the dorms. He had been successful in turning off the street lights that shone onto his vehicle and had been able to get the baby-boomer gas station owner to help him in keeping his vehicle drowned in darkness in order to look our for apparent D.U.I's, along with possibly some suspicious night walkers. The campus was out partying again tonight and because of last weeks "incidents" with a fraternity house being broken into and a LOT of valuables being stolen... and the week before that's car crash killing 5 people involving a drunk driver... the chief had wanted someone on the scene when they got to partying for sure. Paul silently sipped on his still steaming hot cup of coffee with his box of Krispy Kreme's on the empty passenger seat at his side, trying to escape the cold winter chills surrounding his car, the heater running within it.
It was unfortunate his partner, Neff, wasn't there while it was fortunate too. Neff had been able to talk the chief into allowing him to head up to black water U.S.A for some classes which he would then come back to the precinct and give his own workshops on; and at the same time he wasn't available because he was having to work/learn he was spending some time visiting some family up there too. It was a bit unfortunate for Neff to Moretti because Neff always loved Krispy Kremes--- they both did. They didn't care it was a stereo type... They just loved Krispy Kremes.... PERIOD. The night thus far... was uneventful.
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Post by Shogun Liquid© on Nov 23, 2008 20:26:27 GMT -5
Along the Gas Station Indeed the night was uneventful....
Until now....
In the distance of the night, two lights beamed gently at Paul Moretti's eyes, signaling to him that there was a vehicle onroute from afar. As the light became brighter and brighter and the vehicle more visible, Paul could see that it was a big SUV, its maker a Ford, and color of the vehicle red or purple. It was also apparent to him from afar that it was swiveling left to right, clear signs of a DUI driving.
Suddenly, before Paul could react, the SUV went off the road and went straight ahead into the Store, plowing through the fragile building and almost making it collapse. Glass shards and debris sprayed everywhere. When the dust was settled, an eerie silence crept into the night. The remaining lights within the store blinking erratically.
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Post by thegunny on Nov 24, 2008 17:46:32 GMT -5
Paul sat silently in his ford, lowering his coffee mug and setting it aside to switch on his sirens and quietly reached for his radio.
This is Nancy 12, Nancy 12. Suspected 98, ford S.U.V, looks red. sirens-----
Before he could report he had switched on his sirens and was attempting to get the driver to pull over, his vehicle fired up and ready to roll out now, he was cut off by the S.U.V continuing on and driving into the gas station. Paul Moretti's heart pounded loudly, things slowing down as the truck drives right into the front of the building he was parked next to--- AND IT WAS A FRIGGIN GAS STATION! S**T! Moretti was frozen in place, his hand still on the talk button of his radio, waiting for a telltale explosion that he was anticipating. Nothing happened. Moretti silently worked to get past his paranoia and finally wisely let go of the talk button...
S**T MAN! F**KING GOSH DAMN S**T! MOTHER F**KING DRUNK A** S**THEAD!
He pushed the talk button again once he was done with his outburst--- that would have been a nightmare for him if he hadn't let go, he didn't want to let that get into the radio transcripts for sure--- and then started yelling into the radio
10-78! 10-78! (Send ambulance). The fuc---frigging SUV just drove INTO the gas station. I'm out of my vehicle...
Moretti opened his door as he finished the sentence and practically leaped out, readying his flash light simultaneously while he put his radio back into its holder on his vest, sprinting around from the drivers side of his Ford explorer to the front of the gas station, stepping in through the massive hole in the front of the gas station. In the back of his mind he was cursing loudly muttering about this is why they had laws and why laws weren't meant to be broken, and why he was here and why he got paid and why he enforced the laws and why he had to always be an a** and why he always was the bad guy po-po devil giving you tickets... cause s**t like this would happen a whole lot more if he didn't. He slowed down, faintly aware of the chatter from his dispatcher, but none of what was being said really was addressed to him to the point that he had to answer. He raised his ConquestPL-3 GN LED Flashlight up, flicked it on in case he needed it, its L.E.D light set to green , and approached the vehicle. As he stepped in, he scanned his surroundings that was one second illuminated the next second dark, surveying the wreckage as he saw that the gas station counter had been bulldozed over and isles and stands had all been crushed. The green circle projected from Moretti's flash light followed his eyes, illuminating where he looked as he scanned. The front of the gas station had been devastated, and there were torn papers and magazines falling to the ground after having been knocked up into the air. Candy and 7-11 counter trinkets alike crunched and smushed beneath Moretti's boots as he finally started to reach open the door to the drivers side of the S.U.V, using his flash light to cautiously look into the vehicle before he started to get the driver and any other passengers out, the green-L.E.D light flashing into the face of the driver blinding them at the same time illumating them.......
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Post by Shogun Liquid© on Nov 24, 2008 22:56:36 GMT -5
Paul's eyes were greeted with a ghastly sight.
Head slumping on the shoulder and body barely sitting up straight because of the seat belt it was wearing, what was once the face of a beautiful teenage girl was grossely replaced by a battered and severly bruised face.
There was no question about her, with her unmoving body, pale skin and lifeless green eyes. On her neck, a strange bite-sized chunk was missing on the left side, exposing some throat muscles and her Trachea to Paul. It would explain the mysterious amount of blood that was splattered all around her chest and lap...but what had caused the injury remained to be seen.
Looking next to the front passenger seat, he saw another teenager which looked like a guy. This one had no seat belt on, and as a result, was slumped over near the driver's lap near the gear stick. Ever so slightly, he twitched here and now.
"Uhh..."
Illuminating the back passenger seats, he could see 3 more people. One appeared to be a female, head bleeding badly. The other two were guys. The one that had moaned earlier was the passenger sitting near the right window at Paul's side. Face a bit bruised and bleeding with some glass shards in them, the injured teenager coughed up blood and slowly regained conciousness, blinking at the flashlight's glare.
"Oh...God.... Jesus.... Oh God...-"
He tried to move and was rewarded with pain, crying out a bit as he sat in the seat.[/i]
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Post by thegunny on Nov 25, 2008 0:30:57 GMT -5
Moretti glanced back towards the man who was active in the back seat, before settling his eyes on the girls neck again. He stared at it quietly. The sight haunted him... he hadn't seen a sight like it in quite a long time. Sure, there were animals and the such, but he doubted she'd be in the drivers seat at the same time a cougar tries to bite her till she suffocates. He repeats into his radio
10-78 to the university gas station! We got 5 teenagers here, critical condition! I need paramedics!
He turns, starting to open the door at the conscious mans side, reaching and pulling his S&W1911after he had it open--- course it was unlocked, thats how car jackers made their money. He used his shoulder to open the door all the way, slipping the flash light--- still on--- into its holder on his vest, reaching out to take the mans arm and get him out of the car
RPD! Kid, you alright? What happened here, what happened to the driver!
He had his finger on his S&W's safety, which was still on. He didn't like this one bit. That neck bite was enough to make him wanna head back to his truck and grab his patrol rifle....
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Post by Doc Holliday on Nov 25, 2008 15:22:09 GMT -5
Brickers saw his gas dwindling down to almost empty. Thankfully, he was nearby the U's gas station. He stopped at an intersection out of habit...and it saved his life.
A car went flying through, barely missing Barrett's pickup. "Holy Saint Francis!" He yelled, looking out of the window down the street. He saw it go a little farther, then heard a loud screeching noise, like brakes, and a huge crash. He turned quickly to the right and drove slowly down the street.
As he approached, he saw the car had crashed into the gas station, and he pulled off to the side. He feared an explosion for a minute, and looked in awe as a lone cop went running up to check on the driver. "Jesus, din't know pigs ran that quick." He said to himself, getting out of the car.
He started walking over, axe and rifle slung onto his back.
"Hey, bud, you need some help with them there? I know a little first aid if ya need meh." He said to the officer, who appeared frantic and unprepared.
It wasn't until he was this close that he noticed the bite mark on the girls neck. She's gonna take one a these caps... He thought, not yet acting on the instinct. He was still waiting for the cop to respond.
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Post by Shogun Liquid© on Nov 25, 2008 18:04:45 GMT -5
Store near Gas Station The injured teenager continued to moan, then he replied to Paul's question in a strained voice, fidgeting as he spoke.
"Josh.. ahh-... The dude sitting infront us... -He was feeling...-feeling sick man... I dunno... -Flu or something...
F*ck! My head hurts.... Ahh-... Sh*t... ahh... f*ck....he just went crazy man, bit her f*cking neck off....AAAHHH! F*CKING HURTS!" He yelled suddenly, eyes wide open as he began taking two deep breaths to soothe the pain, tears running down his cheeks.
"Help me man.. I can't.. I can't feel my legs... Oh God.... Jesus... get me out of here man. Please... I can't feel my legs.... they're like f*cking broken or something... ahh..."
Meanwhile, two of his buddies seated next to him began to stir, the girl at the right window slightly moaning and the one at the center suddenly coughing up blood.[/b][/i]
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Post by thegunny on Nov 25, 2008 18:22:10 GMT -5
Moretti hastily slipped his S&W1911 into his holster while letting his flash light drop to the ground bouncing on the pavement, reaching in and with both of his powerful, muscular arms wrapped his arms around the teenager and started to pull him out of the vehicle, setting him down on the pavement not quite so gently and just as hastily. Then, not slowing down for a moment, he slammed the door shut with his shoulder. Moretti wasn't just big and strong, but he was reasonably agile too. He turned to the civilian that had just walked up, dismissing his offer of medical assistance, knowing that they were beyond assistance now if what he assumed was true
Watch the kid on the ground, don't let any of the other ones get out of the vehicle... I'm going to get my rifle. If that guy next to the driver gets hostile, take him down, no questions.
Moretti then turned and sprinted again to get out of the gas station, dashing for his vehicle as he started speaking into his radio again
We have a Code 11-Z, a Code 11-Z! The suspected 98 seems to from an infection.... Grabbing my rifle now to perform V.P.R.T duties as seen fit. Recommending V.P.R.T and S.W.A.T mobilized.
The dispatcher reported that they already were being mobilized. Similiar things were happening else where--- without him having been told--- and they finally had conceded to the fact that it seemed to be happening all over... again. Moretti swiftly opened his door, pushed the unlock button, pulled his MK-1 cross fire out, chambered its barrel to fire 12 gauge buckshot and not its 5.56x45 barrel, and then sprinted back for the gas station...
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Post by Doc Holliday on Nov 25, 2008 18:49:59 GMT -5
As the officer left, Barrett pulled out his axe . "Way ahead of ya, brother." He walked towards the car and ripped open the driver's door. Pulling out the driver, he slammed the axe down on his face after he threw him on the pavement.
Proceeding around to the other side, he pulled out the front passenger, and repeated the same. He left the bodies there and backed up. Putting the axe away, he drew his rifle and waited to see who was injured, and who was a threat.
It was a shame people had to die because they had been bitten. Wasn't there fault, but givin' a damn got you killed. Barrett thought that the pain from being a zombie, getting shot, stabbed, beaten all while starving is a miserable life. Barrett had just, in his mind, saved 2 people suffering.
He looked at the body of the bitten girl. Teenager, probably just had a good time....and was repaid with death from what was probably her lover. A hickie from hell, the throat bite still bled heavily. He flashbacked for a second.
Vietnam. Prison Camp. He remembered on his one field op in Vietnam, when they had provided security for evacuating POWs. He saw so many man missing ears, eyes, fingers, toes, limbs....disgusting. He saw a dead man, something commonplace. This dead man looked normal from a distance. As you came closer, you understood why every one was giving him a wide berth.
His face was completely tore apart, neck veins exposed...blood still dripping from his face...his whole body. Teeth mashed into his gums, blood from his gums...Blood everywhere. The man had been a victim of the Vietnamese Pig Pens.
He snapped back to reality. He shook his head at the sight of the girl, then went back to surveying the teens in the backseat.
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Post by thegunny on Nov 27, 2008 17:19:43 GMT -5
PS: this is his Moretti residentevil9.proboards26.com/index.cgi?board=accepted&action=display&thread=8622Moretti came back in and slowed down, switching the tac-light he added onto its front-grip-pump and flashing over the scene, the lights still flickering on and off proving to be unreliable at best for illumination. When he came back inside, he glanced at the civvie and then at his obvious actions, nodding grimly in understanding. It was the step they were just about to take, regardless. He started to say in a mumbling tone before clearing his throat and saying in a louder, more powerful voice Alright... lets police these guys up, find anything remotely like a bite mark, scratch mark, or infection... liquidate it. Thats the sick world we live in here right now, just do it. Sergeant Moretti, Raccoon city police department, Virus-parasite-reaction-team member. Otherly known as the V.P.R.T(Current day equivalent of S.T.A.R.S except for Virus's and parasites, not cultists, but part time) Moretti started checking over the conscious man, feeling a little regretful, saying in his more natural mumbling toneKid... did they get you? If they did... I don't want you hurting more of your friends. Its important that you let me know if they did... I'm a peace officer, and I need to keep others safe.
As he started to search the boy for tell tale signs of being wounded, his MK-1 cross fire rifle hanging by its tactical gunsling and supported by the one hand on the pistol grip, he made sure he was thorough. And he purposefully called himself a peace officer instead of the more natural term, police officer, because he was trying to play on the students emotions in order to get a straight answer out of him.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Nov 27, 2008 17:39:42 GMT -5
"For sure, "peace off'cer." Barrett smiled at that title. Kid ain't gonna let him know he's bit. Damned fool... Barrett thought as he ripped the back door open. He pulled the other teens out, throwing them down on the pavement.
"OK kids..." He held his axe close. "Let's give you lot a good once over." He starts checking the kids from the backseat. "Sorry for any man who gots him a bite mark. You better juss come out with it now." He rolls them over, checking their shoulders, backs, arms, elbows. He suffered another flashback.
"Identify the wound before you do anything. Use the patient to help you find it." He remembered from before the war. Unfortunately, it wasn't helping when he was an extra set of hands in the field hospital. "Jesus! It burns!" A man was rolling around in the bed, blood was spurting out random. Barrett had been simply checking him over. Now he was covered in the man's spray. He backed up in horror as the real surgeons jumped in. They were too late. Cause of death? A bad bed spring that had punctured through burnt skin.
He snapped back into reality, and continued checking them over. "Hey, bacon-boy. That yungin' with you got a mark?" He yelled to Moretti.
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Post by Shogun Liquid© on Nov 27, 2008 21:44:52 GMT -5
"They didn't get me man, I swear.... I didn't even know Josh got bitten. He was sick man, he was f*cking sick with the flu or something.... that's why-" The young man suddenly closed his eyes in pain, taking deep breaths again to ease the suffering, "That's why we were driving away from the Dormitory towards the hopsital. University Clinic was closed because of some friggin party.... F*ck! My scholarship's over... I can't feel my legs..." He shut his eyes again, head moving back and forth.
There was a large bump and the SUV rocked violently.
To Barret's surprise, one of the passengers threw itself out of the SUV, catching Barret and pulling both people to the ground, the lone civilian struggling with the zombie ontop of him.[/b][/i]
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Post by Doc Holliday on Nov 27, 2008 21:57:46 GMT -5
Barrett caught the boy as he came out. They struggled on the ground for a bit, Barrett losing his axe, but taking top control on the ground. He held the boy down, punching the zombie in the forehead, then starting to slam his head down on the pavement. "Come on boy!" He yelled. He slammed the zombie's head hard against the ground. "Come on boy!"
He slammed his head on the ground one more time, and then let him go to grab his axe. He stood waiting for him to get up. "Come on....I'll show you how a Georgia man deals with a 'lil welp like you...Come on boy!" He yelled at the zombie, who appeared to be getting up. As he came halfway up, he swung the axe into the zombie's chest, blood shooting out of the open wound. He pulled back and let the body slide to the ground. He backed up a few steps behind the SUV, and sat down on the pavement.
He looked at the cop. "Well....they...they ain't all clean. That's for sure. Ask that sum-bi**h who got bitten..." Barrett breathed heavily, visibly shaken since he had never been through hand-to-hand combat in his life with one of those things. He realized that he was getting slow in his old age, almost being completely overtaken by the college boy monster. He continued breathing heavily as he checked himself over.
He got up and began walking. "I got somewhere to be. Good luck to ya bacon-boy." He moves away from the scene, heading to the airport for a mission he heard over the radio.
((Barrett will be helping JazzBuddah in the mission regarding the BOW in Minnesota. He will be arriving at the airport.))
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Post by Mikey on Dec 18, 2008 23:47:14 GMT -5
(Enter Terry, Sara, and Mikey.)
Mikey winced his right eye as smoke drifted into it. He had lit one up as soon as they left the parking lot to try and calm himself down. He knew it was just making his heart beat faster, but in his mind it worked, and that was plenty for him.
"Dude..." He said through pursed lips before taking the cigarette from his mouth with his left hand. "How in the name of Zeus's butthole do you fu*king find anything in this place?" He asked. The mess didnt bother him at all. In fact, his own dorm room was quite messy, but it was an organized mess. He had several piles of crap lying around for no reason, and whatever he was looking for was always there. He was sure Terry had a system like that, but Mikey couldnt see anything.
After climbing out of the front and crawling around Sara for a few minutes, he saw the handle of the weapon in the very last bag he looked in. Pulling the huge revolver free, he looked it over and let out a low wistle. Popping the cylinder open, he checked to see if it was loaded and found six rounds with perfect primers.
"Niiiiice!" Mikey said, imitating a typical surfer dude accent. He crawled back to the front of the bed and held up the revolver.
"Do I get it, or do you?" He asked as if it were the last slice of pizza.
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