Resident Evil: New City

[palla]

*After a fruitless search lasting in what seemed like hours, but was in fact not five minutes, Carly sighed in frustration.*

"Well, they certainly didn't leave much behind," she muttered to herself, gazing around the room, which looked like a hurricane had hit it. Shrugging and muttering to herself, she left the library, still cautious because she knew that she had heard a noise outside not too long ago. Just because she hadn't seen anything didn't mean that something wasn't hiding around somewhere.

Walking down the carpeted hallway, Carly came to a lobby-like area. In the center of the otherwise plain wall was a steel looking door.

"An elevator," Carly mused. I wonder...

To the side was the usual console found beside an elevator, but there was only one button: down. It completely flew over the girl's head that this was an extraordinary occurence, that elevators always had two buttons, even if the elevator did not go up. Entering the slightly claustrophobic box, Carly hit once again the only button on the wall.

Suddenly the lights flickered violently, almost like in laser tag.

"What the f..." Carly started to shout angrily. Before she could complete her sentence, the lights completely went out and the elevator, somehow, began shuddering. Fear suddenly sparked up and down her scalp.

"Oh..."

The elevator start descending faster and faster.

"Help me!" Carly screamed, pounding the door of the elevator to no avail. "Somebody please help me!"

[DOOFY]

*[glow=black,2,300]matt opened the door and started to walk in, the hallway was drak and matt couldn't see anything. he took out his flashlight and aimed it down the hall. a few dead bodies were on the ground but nothing much else. he started to walk down the hall way and then he caim to a split, the signs said main office and armory. matt headed toward the armory figuing that any suvivors would go there..[/glow]*

[Cobra5]

Subject: Cpl. De Schryver, William C.
Location: Former Docks
Time: 20:45

*The las rays of the sunset were just peaking up from under the horizon. The water shone, and if it wern't for the lfoating debris and bodies, it may have been a buetiful sight.*

*But that was the last thing on Will's mind. He had just killed... or un-killed... or whatever, a real, live zombie. Or real, dead, zombie. Or whatever.*

*So that meant his mission was failed. To prevent the terrorists from dispersing the umbrella chemicals. The radio worked, but no-one was answering. Without contact with his CO, he was going to have to wing this one.*

"Well, first off, I've got to find that M4..."

*He was thrown about twenty feet from that explosion- and he weighs over 200lbs with all his gear. Who knows how far the rifle could've gone.*

*But it was worth looking for. His pistol only had 6 shots left, and in the dark like this, he didn't feel like walking around with nothing but a knife. Calling for help was out of the question- he was going to try and remain as silent as possable. Untill he found concrete proof otherwise, everything that moved- everythign was a threat.*

*Including his former teamates.*

*He figured he'd been standing here long enough. The one lampost was the only visable source of light left on the docks, and he regarded it as the safest place ebcuase of that. We're those... things smart enough to hide in the dark? To plan ambushes? To use weapons?*

*They told him the chemical could bring back the dead, and that they've been working on it for possable military applications. But they didn't give him any deatils ferther then that.*

*He guessed that, if the rifle wasn't carried away, it might've been thrown over the roof of the warehouse and deeper into the compound. He felt safer staying near the water- becuase he could only be attacked from one direction there- but he started to move into the close buildings.*

"Better wear this... just incase its airborne..." *He replaced his gas-mask, and knife in hand, started to work his way down an alley between two of the hanger-like warehouses. There were barrels scattered about. There was fire, too, and he hoped with all his might none of the barrels were flamable.*

*He inched his way around a corner, checking the right path, then moving left. There was a garage door on this side... it was dented, as if someone on the inside was trying to bash trhough earlier using their fists.*

*He wanted to check inside- maybe there was something useful. But the rifle wouldn't be in there... so he just kept moving.*

((I was bored... so... I posted here! Hah! THAT's how bored I was!))

[Cobra5]

Subject: Cpl. De Schryver, William C.
Location: Former Docks
Time: 20:51

*Slowly moving from garage to garage. There were noises... painful moans, things through doors... but it he didn't meet any resistance.*

*Still without his rifle, and running dangourously low on .50AE rounds, he planned to avoid fights, instead of attacking head on.*

*Just as he thought that, it jumped out from a corner and latched on.*

*He didn't have time to think about it- it was humanoid, but he didn't catch a glimps of much else. Faster then he could turn to meet the threat, it threw its arms around Will's shoulders, and moved in to bite. Will felt something pull at his shoulder- but no pain. The shock was over and Will's instincts returned. His CQC training kicked in and, slipping out from under its grip, he fluidly tipped it over from underneath. Without stopping his motion, he spun and put a knee between the attackers shoulderblades- pinning it helplessly.*

"Well, f**k you too! Damn." *It tried to bite his shoulder, but his equipment got in the way. There were bite marks through pocket on his jacket shoudler.*

*It made moaning noises, a flung its arms all over, but short of breaking its own shoulders, there was no way it would be able to reach Will.* "Well, you don't talk, do you? Hm? You still got any human in you?"

"Guess not. We'll, lets see just how much it takes, then, to keep you down..." *He Jabbed the knife into the back of the former dockworker's head. It stopped moaning, but otherwise kept going, like nothing had happened.*

"Well, Damn! That's gonna make it hard ot fight you guys without a gun, isn't it..." *As he spoke, it slowly began to calm down. After a moment... it stopped moveing completly.*

"All right then... 'cause damn! That would've sucked."

[Cobra5]

Subject: Cpl. De Schryver, William C.
Location: Former Docks
Time: 20:53

"So, you do die just like the rest of them. That's really good to know."

*Will looked to where the Zombie came from. A door. He moved to it.*

*It was dark, very dark. He kept his knife in his left hand, then drew his Desert Eagle. He didn't plan to use it, but it had an attached flashlight.*

*Suddenly, shuffling. Lots of shuffling, in all directions. He turnned his light around the room.*

*Beds. Lots of beds. This was the bunks. There were at least 50 bunk beds in here, and the infestation had started just at dawn. Everyone must've been asleep. He shut off his light.*

*Things started moving. The first few moans started. He couln't see them, but he knew. Will moved slowly, carefully, quitely. He said nothing.*

*There! A broken window, and in the small puddle of broken glass, his M4. A single ray of light came down from the window and illuminated it. He quitly moved to it. They were close. Could they smell? Can they see in the dark?*

*Sweeat was forming. One wrong move...*

*There's his rifle. He moves to it, reaches down...*

*CRUNCH! No! The broken glass! He stepped on it! It crunches under his boot. The shuffling stops. The moaning stops. Everything is silent.*

*He turns his light back on.*

*They all look to him*

*He disables the safty*

*They start to move*

*He grips his knife tightly*

*They close in*