Resident Evil: New City

[Cobra5]

Subject: Cpl. DeSchryver, William C.
Location: Destroyed Docks
Time: 20:40

"Who's there?"
*Some was behind him, moaning in what sounded like pain. Will turned around to see. The light wasn't bright enough to see properly, so Will couldn't tell if it was friend or foe. He drew his sidearm instinctivly. It might be one of those terrorists.*

"I said, who are you!?"
*Still no reply. At least, no verbal reply. The silloutte seemed to shudder for a second, then lurched forward suddenly. It stepped in to the light. It wasn't human.*

*It's skin was white, and so were it's eyes. It has splaters of blod on it. It was dressed like a normal dock worker... his grey uniform blended with the pale skin.

Oh yeah, and it's arm was mising.*

"Woh, sir... I think we can uh... get that fixed... or something."
*He moaned again, and continued to walk foward. An expresion of intense hatred suddenly tore across his face.*

"Sir, please stay back. i'm warning you! I will sho-"
*Will suddenly remembered what the captain had said...*
...be able to revive the dead...
BANG!

*Without another thought, Will fired his gun into the things forhead. It dosn't really matter where he hit it- a .50 caliber was more then enoguh to take down anything. The bullet went with so much force, in fact, that the head was riped to shreds and strewn across the dock before the rest of the body even shook from the recoil.

An yet... it kept walking...

Will dodged to the side and drew his knife, preparing for melee combat... but it kept walking. Without eyes or ears, it just kept walking, right past Will, and right off the dock. It made a loud splash. It looked for a moment like it tried to swim, then just floated, leaking blood everywhere.*

"Ok... now I know I have to find my gun..."
*Will reached for his flashlight, but it was missing. Damn! Oh well... he began searching the imidiete area with his eyes, but it was getting hard to see. The sun had already set.*

((I'm guessing that this takes place during the winter some time. I know it might not seem important, but daylight savings makes a diference on gameplay. It's not snowy or anything.... I'm just saying. Cuase right now, it would still be around sunset, but if it were in winter, the sun would already be down by this time...

or do I have it backwards? ))

[palla]

Subject: Carly King
Time: 8:03 pm
Location: en route to Laboratory

Carly’s curiosity had burned at her insides for thirteen hours and she could stand it no longer. Pushing he display cases inside and rolling down the metal gate, she locked up and headed to her car. From the condition of the streets, it appeared she had been one of the few, perhaps only, shopkeeper to have remained open after the explosion. Of course, business had been horrid, even after she cleaned up. It was only out of desperation for bill money that she’d stayed. Now, finally, she could conduct an investigation of her own.

Revving up her Volkswagen Beetle, the engine’s mechanical purr sounded strangely ominous. Just then, an eerie chill sought its way up and down her spine, the sort of chill one got when they awoke at midnight and felt a presence in the pitch black room that most certainly was not something safe. Shaking off the feeling she was sure was nothing important, Carly drove onward toward the laboratory just a few miles off.

Though there were no tunnels between the commercial district and the laboratory, Carly noticed something...well, she couldn’t put her finger on it, but it was something odd. The sirens she’d heard this morning were no longer ringing. She also began to see things that just didn’t make sense. Cars were parked all over the place, some in what looked like accident aftermath's. But, for the amount of vehicles, there were no typical accident people at all. No cops, no paramedics, no one. At more than one point she became so unnerved by the aforementioned scenes that she was sorely tempted to reverse her direction and return home. However, it was her profound curiosity and strong puzzlement that motivated her to continue. Turning left and then up another street onto Francisco Boulevard, Carly had to jam on her brakes, a hair’s width away from hitting a person, standing stark still in the middle of the street.

Yanking hard on the steering wheel, Carly thought briefly she would clear and not hit the man, but at the last second the car lost control and swerved. The rear collided with the body which flew up, smashing into the roof and rolling with some force onto the windshield. Road blind, Carly was forced to do nothing but wait. The car skidded to a stop and the body slid to the ground.

Sound returned to Carly’s ears, but it was only the intense pounding of her heart, encompassing her hearing. Swallowing rapidly, she tried to regain control of herself, but her mind was running rapidly.

Oh, oh oh...
...is he dead...
...oh shit...
...what am I gonna do?

Trembling, Carly stumbled out of the car, slowly approaching the fallen man.

“Sir, are you okay?”

I think I’m gonna be sick.

Though the man’s face was turned away from her, Carly could see the raggedness of his right side. And, on the ground...

Carly had to fight to keep her supper down. There was a thick trail of blood, smeared everywhere it seemed. It didn’t occur to her that the blood shouldn’t be doing this. That it shouldn’t, couldn’t, be coagulated yet. Yet, it was...

Flesh, too, was on the pavement, like cheese sticking to a grater. Carly felt the acidic bile rising in her throat and closed her eyes, wishing all of this was just a dream.

Can’t be real, I didn’t kill someone, what’s going on, should I call the cops, what’s that smell?

There wa the smell of rotten...not quite meat, but it held the rancidness of burnt meat. Peeking out from behind her hands, Carly’s throat closed as she saw the source of the scent.

The body, for no human could be in that condition and live, had risen to its feet, half its body rather torn up, shreds of cloth and flesh, or it was...well, just not there. It looked like the cadaver’s skull had collapsed, or been blown away.

Carly’s throat was contracting spasmodically, making it quite difficult to breath. Backing away, Carly turned, looking at her car and trying to decide whether it would work. The windshield was smashed, making it impossible to see the road. Glancing back...

...another...

...two more...

There ere five bodies, living corpses, standing in a semicircle. Their dead eyes stared at Carly, waiting for her to do something interesting. Her panic was was only now forcing her to realize something: she had better get the **** out of there.

Turning, Carly broke into a run. She didn’t know where she was going. The only location she could think of was the laboratory. Maybe she could find answers there.

Maybe, maybe, MAYBE! What’s going on?

Barely able to run for the fear the was consuming her, Carly was terrified to look over her shoulder. Though she was usually level headed, she was remembering how in the horror movies the girl’s almost always died first. She really, really, didn’t want to die.

[Cobra5]

((Heather, 20:40 in military time is 8:40. Maybe I should just stick with normal time, huh?))

[Tassatul]

Seeing as he was in jail, Adam didn't have his crowbar, or any means of defence. This really didn't suit him. Getting up, he decided to cash in on his one phone call.

"Hey, guards, somebody come here" Adam yelled to nobody.

There was a lone desk in front of Adam's cell, but it was empty. Other than that, the small room containing the cell was pretty empty. At the far left end, a door was slightly ajar. Something was shuffling behind it.

"Hey, c'mon now, I can hear you guys. Let me get my call"

Still no answer. Adam could still hear the shuffling, but couldn't see anywhere beyond the door. It did seem to be getting louder, though. Slowly, the door slid even farther open. But what was behind it wasn't a policeman, at least not any more. The grotesque figure moved closer to Adam's cell.

What the #$@!

Looking closer, Adam could see a small flaregun on the zombie's(Im living in a fantasy world now, zombies and all) side, attached to what remained of a belt. This reminded him of something he'd leaerned in his years of construction.

Maybe I can. . . yah. .

The zombie was now right up against the bars, reaching for Adam. In a burst of speed, he darted to the front of the cell, grabbed the flare gun, and jumped backwards, away from the zombie. Now he was sweating, and not just from the movement, but from fear. Something was seriosly not right around here.

Aiming carefully, Adam then shot the gun directly at the fire detector. Alarms started blaring, and a sheet of water flowed from the ceiling. More importantly, though, the cell door opened.

[DOOFY]

*[glow=black,2,300]matt's been sitting inside the garage for about and hour now waiting for the banging on the door to stop. its been gone for about ten minutes since the last bang and matt decides that now is a better time than never. he grabs a crowbar and chechs to see if he has his keys for the truck. he slowly unlocks the door and opens it.[/glow]*



wind blowing slightly






*[glow=black,2,300]finally matt is almost sure that nothing is outside or so he hopes. he steps outside ready for almost anything. he walks around back quickly, hes so focused on getting to his truck that he doesn't notice something missing, something that was there before. he takes out his keys and unlocks the door of the truck, he sets the crowbar on the seat and reaches for his shotgun hanging on a rack monted on the window and then he hears a noise, a similar noise he heard before. its the same moaning noise the man matt killed earlier made. matt pumps the shotgun and turns around to shoot and stops.[/glow]*

Joe?


*[glow=black,2,300]matt knows he needs to fire but he can't, hes know this guy forever, they were friends. joe creeps closer and blood drips from his body, organs can be seen hanging from what was once joe's chest. joe inches closer, close enough for matt to realize its either joe or him. he pulls the trigger.[/glow]*


click


*[glow=black,2,300]matt pumps the shotgun again and fires, still nothing.during all of the confusion and chaos matt forgot that he never keeps his gun loaded for safety reaons. matt reaches back into his truck and feels under his seat.[/glow]*

Got it.

*[glow=black,2,300]matt pulls out a lockbox that contians 30 shotgun shells. he takes out the keys and sticks the key in the lock, the sound of more of those things coming startles matt and he brakes the key off insdie the lockbox.[/glow]*

SHIT!

*[glow=black,2,300]matt grabs the crowbar and prys the box open. he takes out one shell and puts it in the shotgun and pumps it. he pulls the shotgun up and fires.[/glow]*

BOOM!

*[glow=black,2,300]joe was standing about two feet in front of matt when he fired, now joe's peices were all over the parking lot. more of those things are really close now, not enough time to load the shotgun. matt climbs inside his truck and closes the door. he starts the trucks up.[/glow]*

WHOOOM WHOOOM

*[glow=black,2,300]he puts the truck in gear and hits the gas. most of the things aproaching were off to the side of the truck but two were in front of it.[/glow]*

squash crunch

Goodbye joe!

*[glow=black,2,300]two zombies lay flattened near the gas station entrance and what remains of joe. matt loads 9 shells into his gun and stuffs the rest into his pockets as he heads for the police station.[/glow]*

[palla]

((Will, my post was what was happening to me at 8:03, not neccissarily on schedule with what you had posted. IF I had noted the time on yours, I would have known what it meant. I do know military time, after all.))

[Dr. Dan]

((Who cares? I mean as long as your post isnt like "one week later" and its within one day then dont worry about it, donst have to be perfect...school makes this difficult so just post whenever.))

[palla]

*Her heart was pounding, attempting to deal with the pressure she was exerting upon her body. Carly was not an athlete, not by any means, and the extensive running she was doing was hurting her body. Dodging around a corner, she had to stop. Her throat seemed to be closing in upon itself. It seemed as if her chest were a drum, beating, beating, beating. Cramps were seizing her calves in their grasp, making it difficult to move.*

*Looking up, Carly suddenly had a new reason to not breath. Not from fear, but from admiriation. Before her...*

The laboratory...

[DOOFY]

*[glow=black,2,300]continueing on his way to the police station matt sees alot of those things and even runs over a few of them. most of the the streets are filled with destruction but a few a pretty empty.matt turns down a street and he passes a VW bug.[/glow]*

ha, what a piece of shit those cars are.

*[glow=black,2,300] he continues down the street in his loud truck. the engine roaring down the streets, he turns down another road and atlast the police station is there. alot of destruction is in front of it, several wrecked police cars, he drives around what he can and looks for the motor pool entrance. he finally finds it down a little slope and closed off by a larg metal gate, he heads for it and thats when it happens.[/glow]*

thump

*[glow=black,2,300]something had just jumped onto the front of the truck, something very wrong, this thing was like something out of a monster movie and it was indeed not human. the thing was red and it had no real skin, it just look like muscle. and it had a really long tongue. matt reaches for his shotgun but it fell on the floor and slid under the seat, no time to get it. matt floors the truck and the thing moves closer to the windshield. the truck crashes through the gate and hits a police car parked on the other side.[/glow]*

boom

*[glow=black,2,300]a tire blows out when the the truck hit the cop car, the truck looses control and and flips onto its side. the truck is on its side and sliding forward. [/glow]*

crash

*[glow=black,2,300]the truck crashes into the wall head on while on its side. the thing on the front tried to jump off but peices of the gate pinned it to the truck and now it was between the wrecked truck and the wall. all that was visible of the creature was a long tonuge hanging from the wreckage and blood everywhere. matt is very sore but for the most part o.k. lucky for matt he put on his seatbelt before crashing through the gate. matt grabs his shotgun and climbs out of the truck. he examines the truck.[/glow]*

oh shit, no way i can fix that. damn i liked that truck.


*[glow=black,2,300]matt looks around the motor pool. a few police cars, a swat truck, and an old anti riot vehicle. its very quiet in the motor pool but some of those things can be heard coming down the ramp. matt heads over to the swat truck and climbs inside. hes inluck, it has keys in it, he starts it up and drives it to where the gate was, he parks so it will act like a wall to keep out those things and make the motor pool a semi safe place to be....[/glow]*

[Dr. Dan]

Danny found no sleep during the night. When the sun crept over the horizon the only thought that crept into his mind was one of relif. Now he was not limited to his sence of hearing.

The advantage to his time overnight was that he was able to calm down. The sheer horror of seeing a walking corpse put Danny into more of a shock than he realized at the time. His breath returned to him, and only then did he realise he wasnt breathing, for example.

Before light had fully saturated the area, Danny strapped the Sniper Rifle around him, and walked towards the fire escape on the side of the building. The trip down them were much easier than the trip up the stairs on the inside. The first thing that Danny wanted to do was get to a car, his car, which was broken to begin with. He wanted to drive and find somebody, anybody, that was not a...zombie...

Danny decided to venture to the bomb site. The wreckage was truly scattared all around, but along with the wreckage were bullet shells, and there were holes in what remained of the buildings. A firefight had gone on here...something had happened before the bomb.

As he walked closer to the buiding, Danny saw a man slammed up againsed the Car Park heavy steel door. The man had made a significant dent in it...Danny thought he must be dead. His first instinct was to check him for ammo, so he did, but from a distance. He only had combat knife in his boot and a fancy looking gas-mask from what Danny could see, not really worth the risk of getting close...so Danny moved on.

"Helloooo?" Danny called. There was no response. After a few more steps, Danny did hear something however. He spun around, and saw a human walking towards him from around the corner, behind the fire escape he had just come from. The zombie carried his right leg as if it were broken, but what really scared Danny is that the zombie had a chunk missing from the side of its head...this was the same zombie that he had hit off the roof....

That was impossible. No way. No way at all.

The zombie had been shot, had its head smashed in by a pipe, and fallen 30 some odd stories, and was still craving more...

The zombie shuffled foward, and Danny shuffled backward. The zombie then stopped. What was it doing? It just stopped...And then its head turned, it turned very slowly and sickeningly, and made blood ooze from every wound in its head, and bones that were already broken cracked again. Its head turned at looked at the fallen marine that Dan had just passed....

After a few seconds of staring, the zombie turned its body towards the marine and took one lumbering shuffle. It raised its right arm slowly. It would be ontop of the marine with two more steps. Danny raised the huge sniper rifle, and peered through the scope. What he saw was a close up view of the tendons that were holding the zombies left arm to its body at a magification way too high. He just saw red strands of blood...

He took his eye away from the scope, "JUST DIE YOU BASTARD!!"

BBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

The zombie ceased to exist. There was nothing left. Its entire body was completely blown away and splattered all over the side of his former apartment complex. There was also a new hole in it as well...a very big new hole.

Danny was breathing hard. He lowered the rifle...but the ringing still pounded in his head...This was going to be harder than he thought...

[copyKatt]

((lol, theres not really much to admire, heather, its just a lab building. and if you lived in the city you'd most likely pass it everyday anyway))

"ugh... wow, im actully still alive. unusually good luck for someone like me..."

*Katt pushed the heavy table away from the wall using her legs because it was too big to just push. then afetr she got a full glance at the room, she gasped. it looked like a bomb had went off... literally. the whole place lay in shambles, the experiments smashed, tables over thrown.. and that was just this lab alone*

"now what? i gotta get outta here... or maybe i should wait for the police, fire fighters maybe?"

*katt kept thinking happy thoughts to herself, but inside she knew something was really wrong. but what? well for one, someone tried to down the entire building, but she could help but feel that it was something bigger...*

"well why would they want to blow this place up? well the only thing thats changed over the past couple days is that new biological agent that was sent here... some new virus. the first shipment made it, i remember that, the second was still being shipped from the docks. well then thats gotta be it then.. that virus. i wonder if that virus got out? if it did.. then im in serious trouble..." *Katt looked arounf the lab again* "tsch, like im not already..."

*after Katt caught herself talking to nobody again, she figured her two options were either to find that virus to see what kind of condition it was in, and whether it got out or not. or she could just high tail it out of the labs. the latter of which sounded best, but her curiousity got the better of her.*

[palla]

((Not really, Katt. This is the first time Carly has gotten a good look at the lab and she's never been there before.))

*Struggling for breath, Carly stumbled toward the gates. The wide iron gates had been twisted almost beyond recognition, but this enabled Carly to slip through. Looking back, she saw the small horde of zombies still moving toward her. Luckily enough, they were slow. Unluckily, the hole in the gate she had gotten through was certainly large enough for them to get through. Picking up the medium-sized pieces of metal she was miraculously able to lift, Carly shoved them in front of the hole. While it wouldn't prevent them from getting in, it might slow them down and give her enough time to get away.*

*With a small burst of energy that was attributed to adrenaline, Carly approaced the front doors of the mansion/lab.*

"Hello?" Carly called out, pushing the door open with both her arms. They did not look it, but they were rather heavy. Looking around, she was not surprised to see the place discombobulated (sp?), but she was a bit shocked that there were no people around. None whatsoever.

"Hello?" she shouted, just for the hell of it. Maybe there were people, but they were in the back or something. Deciding to explore a little in hopes of finding...well, she didn't know, but in hopes of finding something, she went down the corridor to her left, walking up a short staircase. The same feeling of wrongness and eerieness she had felt out on the street was coming back, although within this house it seemed to be intensified.

This just doesn't feel right. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

Pushing open another heavy door, Carly saw what she assumed had been a library, but was now a forest of loose paper.

Surely there have to be people. I'd be happy to find a body even, though maybe not if it turns out like those monsters outside. This place...it looks like it was evacuated. Could someone that works here have planted the bomb and gotten everyone out? No, that's stupid, but...still...what other explanation could there be?

A sudden movement outside the door starteld her. A cold, icy feeling of panic slid up her spine. Sliding along the wall, she crept back toward the door, looking to see what it was.

[DOOFY]

*[glow=black,2,300]the zombies made it down the ramp but couldn't get by the swat truck, it would hold. matt gets out of the truck and goes to inspect the vehicles. the one police car has its hood up and the engine is missing, the second one it missing a tire, but that not a big problem. matt heads over to the third one, its parked near a door that must come from inside the police station. as he walks over he notices blood on the ground, there is blood all over the driver side door and a hand is hanging from the door handle. matt looks insdie the car, nothing but a shotgun on the dash and a box of shells in the passenger seat. the keys are in the ignition too.[/glow]*

looks like someone tried to escape..

*[glow=black,2,300]the blood on the ground leads to a door that says kennel. he decides not to go in there but instead finds something heavy to block the door from opening, a barral will do the trick. next he cheacks out the anti riot vehical. its looks kinda old and is sorta beat up, matt checks the engine, and finds that some parts are missing. but he can't worry about that now, besides he now had a fully gassed up and ready to go police car. there was nothing else to look at so matt headed over to the only other door in the garage and opened it....[/glow]*

[palla]

*Carly snuck up on the door and suddenly kicked it open, leaping back so as not to get caught by whatever was behind the door. Though...

...peering into the hall, she finds it empty.*

What?

*The hall is as empty as when she entered the room.*

*Turning back, Carly went over to the shelves, looking at the titles. There was a slim chance that someone had kept a journal of some sort that would give her clues to this whole mystery.*

[BugHunter]

Subjects: Andrew and a Stranger
Time: 8:45PM; Day 1
Location: Streets of New City

Stranger: "Christ! Kid, lets get the hell outta here!"

*Pant...pant... god, how did this day get to be so crappy? Its been 12 hours since the docks got blown up and already everything has gone to hell. The streets seem in ruin and almost everyone is dead, well sorta... And now there's a mob of zombies after us. Man, I thought they only existed in cheap horror stories... After running a block, we turn a corner and stop for a breather*

Stranger: (hands on knees) *pant... pant...* "I... I think we lost them"

Andrew: (hands on knees as well) *pant... pant...* "How the heck did there get to be so many of them?!"

Stranger: "I dont know, kid, but I think we better keep moving. There's got to be some safe place around here somewhere"

*We continue running. I wouldn't count on finding a safe place around here, at least not anymore. Heck, I dont even know the name of this guy. I only ran into him awhile ago. He saved me from getting killed by zombies then by running them over with his car. That car is wrecked now and we're now forced to move on foot. To where? I have no idea. We turn another corner, but find a zombie right in front of us. I start to put the breaks on my feet*

Andrew: "Woa!"

*As if in instinct, I tighten the grip on my bat which is still in my hand. Its as if my hands take control of themselves and I swing without conciously thinking about it*

*POW!*

*I may not be completely good at baseball, but when lucky I can swing a killer hit ;D. The zombie's head starts flying*

Andrew: "Homerun!!! Jackass!"

Stranger: "Wow... Nice shot..."

*The rest of the zombie (now headless) falls to the ground. Not to mention spilling blood everywhere, uck...*

[flashback time]

*God, what a day... After the explosion at the Docks, i decided to follow the emergency response vehicles to the site. When i got there, the place was very much screwed over and a large croud of onlookers, cops, paramedics, and whatever rescue people were forming around the site. I just observed at a safe distance, the cops weren't letting anyone through anyway. Then some guy on a speaker said something to make everyone panic. I didn't hear what it was, but man, it probably wasn't very smart. If you ask me, large masses of people in panic are really stupid. They were trying to scramble to their vehicles and running in all directions. There were a bunch of automobile accidents which didn't help at all. Then those guys from Umbrella started to officially evacuate everyone. Much help they were. Whenever they thought the crouds were too out of control, they just started firing. I never trusted them in the first place, even though my Dad works for them. I made the smart decision of staying away from their groups who were supposedly evacuating the place. Heck, at some point i think they stopped, abondoning everyone still left in the city. And i dont know what they're smoking but i saw with my very eyes Umbrella destroying the one bridge out of this place. At that point i decided to just hide in an ally, just waiting for all the chaos to dissipate. I came out when everything seemed a little too quiet, at around 5'ish. I found the streets all F###ed up... There were dead bodies everywhere then, mostly from car accidents and Umbrella's riot control. But then an hour later they were all up and walking, or crawling... and they started attacking the other people. What a Nightmare.... Now there doesn't seem to be anyone left alive, or at least i haven't seen any more people, except for this guy. I've just been running around ever since and I'm getting freakin tired... I wonder whats happened to my Mom and Dad as well. They're probably dead as well too...*

Stranger: "Alright, I think this street is clear. Lets go"

*God, I dont know what to do anymore. I'll just try to stay alive for now I guess... Thank God I stashed some of those snacks into my backpack after I bought those groceries*

((ooc: I guess I'm gonna do this in a more first person perspective than like in my first post))