Resident Evil: New City

[Dr. Dan]

Subject: Danny
Location: G5 Apartment Complex, New City

Today was one of those days that Danny wished he never lived. Seemingly everything had gone wrong. As he walked into the rotating glass doors, and pushed his way out of society and into the cool, air-conditioned lobby of his Hotel, the only thing that crossed his mind was how unlucky he was.

He made his way to the front desk, passing people lounging about in the huge sofas that the Hotel provided in front of a huge, genuine looking fireplace that flickered with gas-inspired orange flames. The man behind the desk, the same man that was there every other day, smiled as Danny approached turned around to get the key to room 911. When he had gotten the key the circled back to Danny and noticed that he was not his usual, chipper, self.

“Mornin’ there Dan! Hey what’s wrong today? You don’t look so hot, is somethin’ the matter?” Asked the man.

“Yeah well...” Said Danny, placing his hand over the key, “People have a tendency to get upset when they’ve been fired....I tell ya Josh, this city is gone to Hell, nothing is goin’ right anymore. People losing their jobs, all of the stocks for the companies in our area are dropping, and worst of all, people are getting more spiteful everyday. Just this morning, my car broke down, and nobody at all stopped on the side of the road to see if they could help. I waited for three hours on the highway, just outside of the bridge, until a cop finally pulled over to ask if I needed help...a cop! It never used to be like that...”

Josh was taken aback, “Aww I don’t know Danny, its not that bad around here...hey I’m sure you’ll find another job in no time! Your one of the smart ones after all, not like most.”

“You think so?” Danny said with a sour smirk, “Then whey do the ‘most’ have jobs, and I don’t?”

That said, Danny started to make his way to his room. This Hotel, the G5 Apartment Complex, was really an ancient building with a new lobby attached. Just to the left of the lobby was the true, original building. There was not even an elevator here originally until the Government stepped in and called the building a “Fire-trap waiting to happen.” But Danny, disliking the feeling of placing his life in a box attached to a string, made his way up the spiraling staircase. It was the kind of spiraling stair that one could stand at the bottom, and see all the way through the center of the spirals to the roof of the building. The climb was truly long, but Danny had acctually become quite fit making the journey at least twice a day.

His room was on the 31st floor, only three floors from the top. The doors pass on his left in a blur 900...905...909....911. There. The brass key goes in, makes a satisfied “ca-chick,” and the door swings open. Straight ahead of Dan is the window, the only window, that gives him a view of the hustle and bustle that, at least today, is his enemy. The view from his window was one of the New City Docks and of the magnificent ocean.

Danny took one step, and then the world shattered. Everything suddendly slowed down, and what Danny thought was reality suddenly was no longer real, it couldn’t be. The invisible shockwave of air, a ripple of pure force, sped towards Dan in slow-motion. The wave shattered the window, instantly flinging thousands of sharp fragments of glass towards him. The ripple then affected the wall, seeming to almost disintegrate it into nothingness at first, and then tearing and ripping away plaster from brick, and brick from wood and wood from steel. The force pushed his bed, and then blew it apart, and continued to speed across the room towards the chair, the television, the closet, picking up each with unimaginable power and ferocity, as if clearing a path for some unseen evil. The sound of the initial blast made Dan instantly loose hearing, other than a droning ring in his ear. Danny only had time to take one more step backwards before the ripple flung thousands of tiny glass shards all over his body, slam the door shut, and then blow it off the hinges towards Danny slamming him backwards with enough force to break though the banister of the stairwell.

The last thing that Danny saw, were the numbers “911.”

[DOOFY]

(ooc. what the hell, explosion? i'm very lost.)
anyway earlier..
me- matt
location- texaco in center of town.

*[glow=black,2,300]matt is in a garage finishing a truck that came in for a tire change.[/glow]*


allright boss this ones all done, whats next?

*[glow=black,2,300]a tow truck pulls into the station with a car hooked to the back.the guy gets out and talks to matt and matts boss.[/glow]*

tow truck guy- this car broke down on the highway and i was told to take it here so you can fix it.

boss- allright drop off in the shop, matt you finish this car before you go home for the night and you'll get a bonus. i'm gonna head home for the night so you and joe will be here. joe will take car of the pumps but only till 5, so after that you'll be here by yourself. make sure you lock up when your done.

me- yeah allright.

*[glow=black,2,300]during the conversation the broke down car was parked inside the shop and the tow truck left. now matts boss leaves.[/glow]*

hey joe i'll be inside the shop if you need me, i gotta get this heap fixed by tonight.

*[glow=black,2,300]joe nods and matt heads inside the shop.[/glow]*

ok lets get st.. oh damn, gonna fill out the repair order.

*[glow=black,2,300]matt grabs a repair order and a pen. he goes inside the car and get the information on the car, then he reaches inside the glove box for the vehicle registration.[/glow]*

dan something, what the hell is this crap, i think its coffee. oh well i'll just put dan for owner.

*[glow=black,2,300]matt finishes the repir order and closses the shop door, he pops a cd in the shop radio and pops open the hood on the car and begins working. he works all night and continues to work the next day. early in the morning he feels a slight shaking, he thinks nothing of it, probably just another tanker driving by real fast like they always do. he continues to work.[/glow]*

[copyKatt]

((im not sure whether il be doing novel sytle or rpg style, so i might be switching back and forth my first couple posts to see which one works better ))

Subject: Katt
Location: Labrotories

Katt swipes the access card through the designated slot and the glass doors slide open with a mechanical sigh. the lobby was pretty much empty, becuase it was late and most of her co-workers were already at home sitting comfortably on their couches with their families. but not this scientist. just a cat and and a cozy apartment about fifteen minutes from where she was standing.

"Working over time again, Katt? Lab D-23, right? ill let them know your on your way up." The recpetionist was a nice person, but she always assumed too much.

"No, not tonight, I'm going to B-12. Their supposed to be getting a shipment of a new virus or something tonight. there probably going to be alot of preperations going on, figured I'd help. Plus, then I'll be one of the first people working on it." She smiled to herself a little bit. She always wanted to have her hand in a project that would be rememebered in text books. "Should be intresting."

"Oh right, that shipment wont be coming for another hour or so. Most of the other scientists have left becuase of the delay."

Great, a delay... figures. Katt just makes her way up to the "biological experimentation" wing, Lab B-12. With another swipe of the card on her lanyard, the doors open. To her surpise, the lab is completely empty. well actully, Katts not too surprised, she used to working alone in the big complex. But such a big project should have at least atracted a few inquiring minds.

"Everyone is so impatient these days. seems like the whole complex is empty..." Which it did. Katt didnt see barely anyone in the hallways or through the lab windows. But thats understandable, most people have places to be. Lives to attend to. Empty spots on the couch to fill. But not this scientist.

Katt just sighed and started messing with a bunsen burner. The little flame reflected in her blocky ovular glasses and gave her bleach white lab coat an orange tint. she just sat there sterlizing the equipment as an unknown amout of time slipped past. She startles a little as the small beeping of her digital watch breaks the silence. 7:00.

all of a sudden the small beeping turns to a faint rumble then a loud crash! Katt hasent the slightest clue what was going on, so she did the fist thing that came to her mind, and hid under the desk. what was going on? a bomb? a gas fire? the end of the world? she didnt know, but she was scared. then her room felt the force of the... whatever it was. the big wooden teachers desk she was under, which was luckily facing the door, flew back against the wall taking her with it. with the desk pushed up against the wall, it made a nice little baricade to block all the flying debris. she heard everything bounce off the outside of her little fortress.

Katt just sat there huddled in a ball with her hands over her head. just sitting there waiting between the desk and the wall. waiting for the noise to stop.

[Tassatul]

((Im gonna be done it novel style, i guess. Here goes))

Subject: Adam
Location: Construction Complex

Picking up his shovel, Adam continues to work. Moving dirt and gravel for a living may not be pretty, but it gets the bills payed. Not to mention makes for a fit physique. Adam picks up another shovelful and throws the load into a nearby wheelbarrow.

"Hey Adam! Get moving, we don't got all day!" yells the crew boss from across the site. For weeks, James, the new boss, has been getting on Adam's nerves, with his unnessessary screaming and insulting.

Soon enough, I'll have to let him know how things work around here. . .

Seeing that the barrow was full, Adam drops his shovel and pushes the barrow up the ramp into the first floor of the new apartment complex the construction crew's working on. In one area, some other men are laying down a foundation. Adam pushes the barrow over to them and dumps it in the pile he's been making. Looking over, some men acknowledge his presence and nod in thanks.

As Adam pushes the wheelbarrow back to the original pile, a surge of light bursts from the docks, only a few hundred meters away. The workers can even feel a shockwave from it. All stand and watch as the flames cover the docks. Adam stands, spellbound.

Amelia!

Right next to Adam the boss yells, "HEY! I'm not paying you dirtbags to stand around watching a show, get ba-"

He couldn't finish the rest of the sentence, because Adam had launched his fist into James's face.

[Cobra5]

Subject: Cpl. DeSchryver, William C.
Location: Blackhawk Transport Helicopter, En Route New City Docks, ETA 5 minutes

"Synchronize Watches... Now." Said Sgt Maj. Blackford.

Exactly 6:55.

"Ok, it's time then. We're here to stop an act of possable bio-terrorism. A radical enviromentalist group known as 'Union' has been up an arms about a recent developmental chemical... a medical breakthrough. Supposedly, it will some day be able to revive the dead, although at this time it is still in it's experimental, non-functional form.

The chemicle has unknown effects on living beings. The only things the techies can tell us is, it's not pleasent.

Well, these terrorsts feel that anything dead should stay dead... that's it's unatural and all that crap. The Umbrella Corp., the ones who make this stuff, recieved letter from 'em, and that's when we got called in. Our mission is to ensure that this chemicle is not introduced to the enviroment. The results could be, as Umbrella puts it, 'Catastrophic'."

There was a bit of a pause.

"So we're fighting a bunch of hippies?" After a round of laughter, The Sgt Maj. warned the group. "They might be, but this isn't your normal 'save the whales' group. They've been involved in over 200 major enviornmental disastors, and have even held a government hostage once. They are by no means underarmed. Expect heavy resistence. Normal black market stuff... AKs and Uzi's, with some heavy equipment here and there. And they'll be in disguise, too. Watch yourselfs out there.

"Ok, your mission for now is to hang tight and partol the docks for anything suspisious. When the shipment arives, escprt it to the lab a few blocks away. We suspect them to attack the shipment either in it's unloading process, or while it's on the road. It's out in the open during those times. But once it gets in to the lab, we doubt there's much they'd be able to do.

"And, like normal environmentalists, they have no value for inocent human lives. Minimize civilian casualties."

There was another pause.
This was one of those top seceret missions. On a top seceret mission, they don't brief you untill just before you start the mission. This way, you don't have time to go and blab around to everyone.

Also, so you don't have to to decline the mission... which is almost invariably sucide. But then again, I've been in a 'suicide' mission. Check any record- I'm already dead. In fact, I remeber attending my own funeral. Stalking through the jungles of brazil, hunting something much harder then any wild game you could imagine. We all knew we would die that day. All of us. And everyone did... except for me.

As is with these kind of missions, they didn't bother sending a pickup afterwards. I hade to hitch a ride all the way back to the states- not an easy job when you don't speak spanish. Luckily I made a friend who helped me back home.


So I've already been through it all. Whatever happens today... 'enviromentalists', hah... I've been through worse.


"Sir, can I ask why this mission's so seceret?" Asked another of my sqaud.
"Yeah," answered the Sgt Maj., "But I won't tell you."
Then we engaged in the usual, pre-mission bragging and joking. We landed a few minutes early. Enough time, in fact, to catch them in the act.

We were walking down the dock heading for a warehouse to talk to the head of deliveries. Me and another of my squad. The rest were at the docks waiting for the shipment to arive. I had an itchy feeling... something was about to happen. I was about to mention it- as I always do- but then in the distance we heard gunfire. That always seems to interupt me... I turned to my partner.

"Well, sh**" He said, plainly.

My radio crackled to life.
"This is viper four, viper four. Under fire, one wounded. All units procede imedetly to Dock number 17. Objective in the hands of the enemy, over and out."

I turned off the safety on my M4 and double checked the grenade launcher, making sure it was empty. We rand as fast as we could down the docks, pushing people out of the way without and explination. They usually cursed at us before seeing our uniforms and firearms, then just quieted down and went back to work...

My squad was behind a box full of fish. The boat was small, and had bloody bodies leaning over the rails. I kept my head low and dived behind a bunch of barrels, across the dock from my squad.

"Whats the situation?" I yelled, not over the distance, but over the sound of guns. "Just shoot the guys in black thrench coats!" he yelled back.

How cliched, I thought to myself. I peekd up over my barell to open fire to late, but the first think I saw was the bomb. It was too late, I already knew it. We wouldn't be able to make it. But my thoughts were inturupted. Inturupted by a blinding flash and overhwlming heat.

I saw splinterd wood and some blood, before things slowly... faded... to black...

[BugHunter]

Subject: Andrew
Location: Grocery Shop; approx. 3/4 mile away from Docks

*It was just another day in New City, or so Andrew thought. He wasn't exactly planning on anything for the day so he decided to pick up some groceries and then play some baseball with the guys. He wasn't really good at it and never really watched the game on TV but all his friends played. So instead of being left out he bought a brand new wooden bat the day before and since he's was planning on playing today, has it with him*

Grocery Store Lady: (handing Andrew his bag of stuff) "Here you go. And give my love to your mother. You know she works so hard to provide for you"

Andrew: "Yea yea... I wont forget" (leaves the store)

*His mother is a nurse that works at the New City Hospital and seems to work everyday so she isn't around much. His father isn't around much either, but he works in some Laboratory in the city so Andrew doesn't know what the heck he does. Not that he ever cared. With him gone all the time and never telling what he does to bring in the bacon, Andrew has just gotten disinterested*

*As he walks down the sidewalk, he pulls out a soda from the bag and starts drinking. Everything seems normal, just as it is every day. Same old subway station, same old traffic, same old graphiti, same old buildings, same old grocery store he was just in. But then suddenly, blackhawk helicopters flew overhead at a reasonably low altitude, but not too low but it was easy to make out that they weren't from channel 4 news*

Andrew: (talking to himself) "Woa! Awesome. You dont see that everyday. ;D But what the hell are they doing here?"

*After they passed and 10 minutes went by, Andrew pretty much forgot about them and continues to do his own thing (you know city folk, seen it all, done it all) and just keeps walking down the street*

*After 15 minutes from seeing the helicopters, Andrew was almost home. But then a blinding flash appeared and then a deafening crashing sound. It was an explosion at the docks! Then the shockwave shatters windows on buildings and cars around Andrew (he's like a good 3/4 mile away!). The force of the blast was enough to make him fall to the ground, dropping his drink, groceries and bat. People around him do the same. And now every parked car's alarms went off. Andrew gets up holding his ears. He can barely hear*

Andrew: "HOLY S###! What the hell was that!"

*New City Police cars and ambulances and firetrucks start wizzing down the street, blaring they're sirens. Andrew looks at the direction they're going and sees the docks in the distance all messed up with fires breaking out everywhere*

Andrew: "Daaaaannnng... I gotta check this out" (picks up his bat and follows the sirens)

*And he hasn't even had breakfast yet...*

[palla]

Subject: Carly King
Location: Paragraphs Bookshop

*At six fifty-five in the morning, Carly King was slightly less than happy. She wasn't supposed to be working this morning; in fact, she never worked mornings, ever. So, when the assistant manager called out sick, she as manager was stuck with the task of opening everything up. So, sipping her Caramel Machiatto, Carly rolled up the cage that shielded the front of her stoor.*

"Mornin', Stella," she called to the flower lady who had a shop next door.

"Aw, you workin' again? That Mary, she's no good. You gotta sack her. Here," Stella said, handing Carly a daisy. "Add some cheer to this dreary place. How ya gonna get customers with the decorations in that place?"

"Thanks, Stella."

*Sliding back the glass doors, Carly walks in and slids behind the counter, unlocking the safe and removing a cash drawer. Booting up the computer and register, and setting both up fairly quickly, Carly starts when she hears a rumbling sound outside. Puzzled, she looks up at the clock.*

6:59:50

"It isn't the firetrucks or anything on their rounds. What the..."

*Everything goes quiet for a bare moment, then sounds explode everywhere. Carly falls, hard, from her chair and lands against the counter. The shelves shake, throwing their contents to the ground. Tucking her hands over her head, she takes a beating as War and Peace falls on her back.*

"Shit," she grunts, "what the **** was that??"

[Tassatul]

James dropped the the ground like a sack of potatoes, bleeding from his more than likely broken nose. The other workers have all stopped to look at Adam. He squeeses his fist then looks at James, who is on the ground, cowering.

"I'm leaving. I've had enough of you and your ways. Im gonna grab my things and leave" said Adam

Walking to the lunch-and-lockers shack the group sets up on jobs, Adam opened the door and goes to his locker. Opening it, he pulls out his few possessions. A shirt, some money, and a crowbar, which he hung from his belt like a gun slinger. He then walked out of the shack and out of the construction site. The workers still continued to stare.

Well, hopefully James learned his lesson, and will treat the others like human beings now

Adam walked out into the street, towards the docks, on his way to look for Amelia.

[palla]

*Getting to her feet, Carly ran outside, as it seemed many other shop owners were doing.*

"What the heck's going on?" Carly shouted to Stella over the sound of sirens that belonged to trucks in the near vicinity.

"I got no idea, but it sounded like it came from over that way!" Stella shouted back, pointed in the direction of the laboratory.

*Glancing down the street, Carly couldn't get a clear glimpse of the building she knew Stella was talking about, but she remembered the things she had heard about the place. How no one went there but employees, at least no one Carly had talked to had ever seen anyone going there.*

"Weird," she mumbled to herself.

*Going back into the store, she picked up the phone and found it buzzing with lots of static.*

"Okay, now that's just weird."

*Using her cell phone, Carly called the local emergency line, but go no answer.*

"Probably everyone's out taking care of whatever mess this is."

*Turning back to the mess of pages on the floor, she began the arduous process of, *shudder*, cleaning, wondering if she could skip out early to find out what was going on.*

[Cobra5]

[/prelude] ;D

*A small flickering of colors*


...

*Slowly, pictures begins to fade in. Everything is blurry. There is one, bright patch of white amog the other indescribable shades of black. Things begin to fade in a little better... it's dark. Nighttime.*

Ugh...

*Will opens his eyes again, after rubbing them. He is lying down on something hard, and cold. Concrete... I think. He peers up, through his full face gas mask, towards a light hanging on a pole. He sits up and rubs his head...*

*He's at the docks. Sounds slowly fade back in, water splashig against the docks. Things are really messed up. The explosion threw him back off the dock and he bounced off a warehouse... judging by the big dent in the wall, anyway. He checks himself over.*

*Two M4 magazines (Each mag. has 30 rounds), straped to his waist. The assult rifle itself is missing, probably nearby... Mark XIX Desert Eagle .50AE 6" barrel.. check. No extra rounds, though. Only the 7 shots actually in the gun. Huh?... The grenades are missing! That's weird... he was carrying five grenades for the M203 (grenade launcher) attached to the bottom of his M4... but their missing, as if they were just taken away by someone... His knife is still here too. Well, thats good...*

*He stands up... and takes off his gas mask. The air smells like something was burning. Something gross. It almost makes him sick. He groans a little.*

*But someone else behind him gives a long, painful moan at the same time...*

[DOOFY]

*[glow=black,2,300]having fallen asleep not long after the rumble this morning matt wakes to the sound of a screem outside. Matt gets up and grabs a monkey wrench lying nearby. he then heads outside the small shop door. At first he doesn't see anything but he does notice how empty the street is. then he remembers that he needs a tool out of his truck and his truck is park behind the station so he heads back there. then he notices a man laying over something on the ground[/glow]*

Hey buddy you ok?

*[glow=black,2,300]The man starts moaning and gets up, as soon as he gets up matt can see joe's body laying on the ground with chunks of flesh missing. the man that got up has blood all over his face. the man looks deranged or something. the man comes closer to matt. [/glow]*

stay back or i'll use this.

*[glow=black,2,300]the man doesn't listen and continues to come closer. Matt raises the monkey wrecnh and lays a blow to the head of the man. the man goes down but gets back up, blood is coming out of his head. the man should be dead, a blow like that would kill a man. matt hits the man again, and agin he goes down but this time matt continues to hit the man in the head until he stops moaning and moving. matt gets up and goes back inside the garage to call the police but the phone is dead. then he heads back outside to get his shotgun from his truck. there are more people around now and more coming. they all look like the guy matt just killer except one is missing an arm and another has bullet holes in it. realizing that he can't take on all of them with a monkey wrench and that there is no way he can make it to his truck right now matt runs back inside the garage and locks the door. [/glow]*

what the hell are those things, they ain't human.

*[glow=black,2,300]the things start punding out the door trying to get in, matt is a slightly scared but he feels safe in the garage because the doors are very strong and the only window is very high off the ground. there is nothing he can do now but wait, wait for help to come or for the things to leave so he can get tp his truck.[/glow]*

[Dr. Dan]

((non-italics is narrative, italics is thought by Danny))

Subject: Danny
Time: 7:47pm
Location: G5 Apartment complex, New City

A strange feeling came over Danny, the same feeling that you get when you wake up in an unknown place, that deep, disturbing feeling, saying 'I shouldn’t be here.' Danny felt nothing, and then he felt everything. Pain wracked at his body, shot through his back, his arms, his legs, his head. No memory of what happened to put him in this situation came, no thought could be processed, yet the thoughts were running in circles. He opened his eyes, or did he? Were they open before and he closed them? No...was he blind? Yes, that must be it...no wait. Dannys brain tried to sort out what he was feeling, what was going on, what this incredible weight was on top of him, what this fuzzy feeling over his face was, what exactly caused this pain...

Darkness. Thats what it is, dark. I am not blind. Can I move? I can move my hand...my arm? Yes. Legs? No...what is on top of me?

Danny struggled a moment, trying to move his body, and then he realized that he couldn’t breathe. He tried to inhale, but his lungs were being weighed down, and the air wouldn’t flow easily over whatever was covering his face.

Anger surged through him, he was in pain, it was dark, he was in an unknown place, and he couldn’t breathe. Natural survival reactions of the human body triggered a release of Adrenaline. The ‘drug’ surged through his body, and strength seemed to surge into his muscles. He moved, and the weight on top of him moved. He pushed, and the weight on top of him didn’t try too hard to push back. The door slid off him, and Danny gasped for the air that he so badly needed. He shot his hands up to his face, and felt his sweatshirt. He tore it off, and then he could truly feel the fresh sea air flow into his lungs. He gasped again, and then his other senses started to kick in, as if a switch were flipped, and then the smells came. The smell of burning, of sulphur, of fish, of...gunfire, all were perceived by him. Danny stood. It was not quite dark yet, the sweatshirt and the door were blocking all that was left of the fleeting daylight. Danny could still make out the large room above him.

He made out a staircase, and as soon as the image was perceived by his eyes, another switch was flipped, and a surge of memories came to him. This was his home, Apartment Complex G5, bordering a section of the Docks. Thats where the fish smell is coming from. Danny slowly stood. Most of the pain was coming from his back. Did I fall down the stairs?? He looked down at the door next to him, and then he looked left, and right. There were other doors, but most of them were in splinters, that had a strange red color to them. Danny looked foward and saw what he shouldn’t have been able to...the docks, or what remained of them. The front half of the apartment building, at least near the bottom, had been completely blown away.

His heart throbbed in his ears, his lungs constricted, his stomach twisted in a knot. Something was not right. It was too quiet. This was not right, far too quiet. Where were the cops? The EMT's? The Fire-Trucks? The News choppers? Danny became very afraid.

His room, room number 911, yes...he wanted to be in his room. He wanted to be where his life was, wanted to see what was left of his life. The long spiral staircase was behind him, and as walked towards it, over the debris, he noticed that not all the splinters on the floor were red, only those covered in blood. He reached a hand out for the banister, wanting to get off the bloodied wood, and recoiled when the banister felt wet. He looked at his hand, and saw the same dripping red blood that now covered the ground.

His breath became shallow, this was not real.

He forced himself to move on, and continued up the stairs. Every step creaked, every step was sprayed with human blood. After the first 6 steps, Dan couldn’t help but let out a whimper of fear. He was a grown man, and did not cry, but he was very...very afraid. He glanced up, and realized that the stair not too far ahead was not there, completely blown away in the blast, as was most of the stairs that were facing the docks for many of the first floors. There was no way he could jump that gap...Danny turned around and saw a silver door, the same door that he had avoided every day, the same door that led to a box on a string. He had no choice, but to place his life in it now. Danny took measured steps towards the elevator, trying to avoid looking at the ground and the banister, and reached out with a shaking hand to push the up arrow. Gears creaked somewhere far above, and the elevator approached the silver doors.

DING!

The elevator's ding stabbed through the air like a spear and made Danny jump, it was too loud, because there was no other sound, no other people waiting...no other people anywhere...he stepped inside the elevator, and turned around...

I cant do this, the entire building is wrecked, the elevator will stall and fall...but it came down just fine...I only want to get to my room...

His room, on the 31st floor, was near the top of the building. He pressed the number....The doors slid shut, gently began the rise to his room. Dannys heart was beating far to quickly. The numbers on the digital display rose higher....10....15.....19....23....25....26...the elevator slowed down, and nearly came to a stop. This wasn’t right, this was not his floor. Mechanical whining, a high pitched moan from above, rang in Dannys ears. NO!. His hand shot to the emergency stop button, and it did, but the moaning continued. It started high pitched, and quickly dropped to a clanking, low thudding. The doors weren’t opening, They were supposed to, what was going on? Danny jammed his fingers in the silver crack and tried to force open the doors. The elevator then jumped up, about one foot, and made Danny fall down. He lay, afraid, sweating, shivering, nearly crying, expecting a sudden loss of gravity, but instead..."DING." The silver doors slid open...

Danny quickly scrambled out of the elevator, and onto the firm stairs. He breathed, and breathed again. He was safe now...this was better, much better. After a minute of recovery, Danny stood, and began to walk towards his room. He was on floor 28, and the stairs was not destroyed this far up. The wall, however, was visibly different, like a giant ball had hit the side of the building, made a great indentation, but not gone through. His steps were measured, and he tried to stay as close to the banister as possible, avoiding the wall that appeared to be ready to collapse.

[Dr. Dan]

The floor let out a terrible creak beneath him. Dannys foot sank one inch, and that was all the motivation he needed to book it to the next wall. The floor let out another creak, and then gave way for the phantom weight that was Dannys body. The section fell piece by piece, down the next level, and then broke through that section of floor as well. Dannys route to the elevator was just cut off.

The rest of the journey to his room was not as bad, the bloodstains weren’t as frequent this high up. His room came closer, and Danny saw that the only section of banister that was missing here, was right in front of his door. He shrugged it off, and continued into his room.

His life, his museum of personal treasures and awards, lay in ruin. His walls were no longer his own, they were one of a phantom Dan...of a dead Dan. This was not his home anymore, this was not his room. He could see into the neighboring rooms through the section of wall that were destroyed. He walks in, and sees his friend, Steward lying on the ground near what was once the window, face down. Danny runs over, is hesitant to move Steward, but places reaches two fingers too the side of his neck, but it is not there. There is only half of his neck left. Danny slowly walks backwards, not daring to flip over the corpse, not wanting to see his faceless friend...

He left his room, and he left his normal life there. Since Danny could not go down, he went up, higher, to the roof of the former Apartment Complex G5. The stability of the stairs increased as he went, and signs of destroyed rooms decreased, but then, something was wrong. Where were the people that lived in these rooms? The ones that were not effected by the blast? Danny's curiosity was always something that he could never control, so he walked into one of the open rooms.

Other than clothes on the floor, the room was relatively tidy. He walked inside the room that much resembled his own. The Television on the right, and the....bed....on the left...There was somebody in the bed, under the covers. Somebody was in there, somebody that had been shot. The red circles of blood pockmarked the sheets. They had been slaughtered in their sleep...in their sleep! Visions of Shindlers List, the WWII movie about Nazi Germany came to Danny, visions of Nazi's storming into buildings and killing everybody while they slept, mercilessly slaughtering the innocent, who in their right mind would do this? Who would again commit these atrocities? This is not right...Danny ventured closer to the bed, just one more step, and stepped on something that was small, and hard. He looked down, and saw bullet shells lying beneath his feet. The killer, whoever it was, had been standing in this spot....

Danny left the room quickly, and forced open another door a few rooms down. This lady had not been asleep...here, Danny could make out the final struggle for survival that this lady had made. Danny could see the bullet holes on the wall, and see the trail that they took across the room to the dead corpse that lay at the base of the window. She had run from the closet, across the bed, and too the window before the bullets reached her, before the bullets took her life, before she took her last breath...Danny left that room, treading again on the shells of death.

At the top of the stairs, the fire-escape sign still glowed its eerie red. The sun had lowered in the sky since Dan regained consciousness, and now even the low glow of the exit signs could light the walls.

The air was cold, and stank of fire. The roof stretched out in front of Danny. The docks, on the North side of the building, lay in rubble. From looking at the destruction, Danny could see that his building had not been directly in front of the blast, but a way to the West of it. Two buildings down, there was the remains of another Apartment complex that did not stand the blast. It collapsed. In front of this was where the bomb had gone off. Danny continued towards the East side of the Building, and saw something kneeling on the ground. It was moving, leaning over another form. A terrible sound came from this...a sound of squishing, and sloshing, like when somebody chews gum with their mouth open. Something was happening here that Danny became deathly afraid of. Whatever it was, it hadn’t seen Danny yet. Danny took another step, quietly, to see what was going on. All he could see was the back of a human, leaning over the form of another human. Something told him not to say anything. Behind them, there was a very, very large gun. Danny recognized it from his time serving in the military, it was a sniper-rifle. Danny crept, slowly, around the man. When Danny got closer, he could see that this man had red, circular marks on his back. Bullet holes. What was it? That was no human.

Danny built up courage, what else could he do? This was the first living...thing...that Danny had seen. He had to say something.

“Uh...he–hello? Are you here to he–help? Or...Oh my God!”

The thing stopped at the sound of Dannys voice. It didnt move for a few, frightening seconds, and then it rose, and slowly, ever so slowly, turned its head towards Danny. Its face was nearly non-existant. A single eye remained in its socket, and the left side of its head was nothing but gore. The thing, took a lumbering step towards Dan. The bullet holes on its back, were not where the bullet entered. The bullet had gone through his front and the entrance holes could easily be seen. Blood dripped down its face, and all over its upper half. It moved towards Dan, and Dan took an absolutely horrified step backwards. this is not real. The creature left bloody footprints its wake. Dan turned and ran towards the west side of the roof, on the ground, there was debris scattered, and Danny grabbed a random piece in desperation, a long, skinny pipe. He came to the end of the roof, and turned. The creature was not much farther than it was before. It was slower than a normal human...then again, this thing was not human. Danny let it come, studying it, looking at the grotesque image that was lumbering towards him. Danny raised the pipe, “Stay Back!” He yelled, again in desperation. It came on, closer...closer. Danny swung, aiming for its head. The sound was sickening, a thud combined with the splattering sound of flesh getting torn apart by a solid metal pipe. The creature moaned, took one more step. Danny sidestepped to the right, removed his pipe from the slice that he made in the side of the creatures cranium, and then swung again, this time for the back of its head. The force cracked its skull, and its brain oozed from the wound. It staggered, and then fell foward off the side of the building. Danny crouched, and shivered. Thats impossible. Any human would have been dead if it were shot...whats happening? Danny sat a little bit longer, and when some of his courage returned, he went back to where he first saw the creature. What lay there, was once another human, but now it was a pile of red gore. The creature was feeding on this human.... What the hell is going on?

Danny looked around, and just before the dying light of the sun went out, he ventured closer to the fallen man, dressed in marine gear. He was cautious to avoid the...corpse...because whatever the creature was that he just killed looked an awful lot like that guy laying there. The rifle was Barrett M82, unfamiliar gun, yes, but the only thing that Danny had. He approached the massive weapon, poised with the barrel pointing towards ground zero of the explosion. Danny began to remember his military training, and found to his astonishment that he could name most of the parts on the rifle. He looked around on the ground for any shells, found two, and carefully released the bolt on the rifle itself to check for another bullet. “KaChing” the bullet shell popped out of the massive rifle, and bounced on the cold concrete. He checked around a little more, and carefully approached the corpse of the dead marine. There were live rounds on his belt, four on the right and three on the left. Danny, carefully, slowly, slipped the rounds out from the marines belt. When the last shell had been pulled, he stepped away from the corpse quickly, and out of the pool of blood that had formed around him. Danny walked over to the M82, loaded in a single shell, and pocketed the rest. He picked up the rifle with little problem, and walked to the side of the building opposite the fallen corpse, and there, with his only defense, he awaited dawn....

[Dr. Dan]

((The M82, in all its glory))

[Tassatul]

((Whoa, thats a lot of writing, Dan))

Adam sits up on the hard cot, suddenly wondering where he is. Then it comes back to him.

[flashback ;D]

Making his way towards the docks, Adam crosses a few roads and walks between buildings. As he gets closer, he realizes something huge happened. A huge area is all blackened, and shards of wood and building pieces are spread across the area. Adam notices that a few of the nearby buildings have heavy damages to them, with entire outside walls and floors missing or in rubble.

Hundreds of people are out in the streets, all coming to see what happened. Suddenly, screeching from down the road, various police cars pull into the area. Men begin taping off the area, and others pushes the crowds back.

"If you'll all just listen up, theres nothing to be worried about!" yells one officer into a megaphone. "Please stay back from the infected area!"

The guy wasn't very bright.

Upon hearing the word "infected", a whoosh of panic spread through the crowds. People lloked at each other, asking if they heard "infected". Eventually it sunk in. Somebody screamed. Then, everybody was screaming and running. People pushed others out of the way to get through. Soon, the streets were crowded with cars and people. Some were probably hurt. Everyone wanted to get out of the city.

Everyone except Adam, that is.

He continued to walk foreward, moveing people when he had to. He was large enough to do so, from a lifetime of construction work. Eventually he get past all the chaos up to the police tape line. As he stepped under it, a police officer ran over.

"Excuse me, sir, but you can go through here, this is a-"

"I'll go where I want. Move" Adam said. He wasn't in the mood for some weak little dude in a uniform to try to push him around.

"Sir, you cannot enter!"

The policeman rasied his nightstick in a threatening way.

Bad move

Adam pulls out his crowbar, ready for action. Unfourtunatly, he doesn't get a chance for much. Three or four(Adam is never sure how many) officers come up behind him, and as he draws the crowbar, they pounce. Somethin connects hard with Adam's head, and there his memory stops.

[/flashback]

Adam looks at his surroundings. A cot, toilet, and bars.

How'm I gonna get out of this one?