NationStates Jolt Archive

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Racoon City, Downtown. 2100 Hours
Another loud bang erupted from the pistol. Its bullet hitting yet another monster in the chest only for it to stumble back into a few of its friends and continue towards the 5 officers who had used their cars to barricade themselves from the zombies approaching in a vice formation. Bang another gun blasted a bullet towards a nearing zombie, hitting it between then eyes.

"Yeah. That bitch is down!" cheered the rookie cop who fired.

Nervous chuckles came from his comrades as they continued to fire upon the approaching zombies. The loud blaring of the car sirens muffling the dull moaning the zombies were making as they slowly shuffled towards their next meal. Officer Jacobs, a man who would rather save his own life then anothers and was therefore affectionately branded as a dead weight, made a hopeless groan as his pistol clicked when he pulled the trigger. The zombies were trying to climb the cars now. And backup from the Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service wasn't making a sweep of downtown for some 3 hours.

"I..I'm empty!" he said hoping for someone to throw him a spare magazine. "I said I was empty!" But his plea was still ignored.

Jacobs dropped his pistol and turned to Dwight only to watch him being tackled to the ground by a swarm of zombies. His bloodcurdling screams echoed up into the night sky. Hearing his plight the officer next to him shifted his attention and began hacking into the zombies eating his friend with a small knife.

"Get off him you bastards!" he yelled slowly with each hack with his knife.

Without Dwight shooting the incoming zombies on the south side of the barricade more zombies swarmed into the safe zone and began snapping at his neck and pulling at his arms.

"Argh!" He cried as he fell to the ground bleeding from his wounds.

Jacobs turned to the north side only to see zombies where the other police stood. His 'friends' nothing but a pool of blood on the floor. He sunk to his knees softly sobbing as a zombie tilted his head rougly to the right and sunk its teeth into the flesh of his neck.

Marcus nervously lit the cigarette; hands shaking as he flicked the lighter on and stabbed the tube impulsively into the flame; raising it to his mouth; inhaling deeply, sighing lightly.

Why the hell did I ever quit? He mused; gazing out through the sheer glass window, staring out across the city. There were flames rising in places; in others, illuminated by the lights, seeming like ants; the restless dead marched...He could see sporadic flashes of gunfire; he could hear the whirr of helicopters; prompting his eyes to fly up, his hand to tighten on the gun in his pocket; The Company? He sighed; inhaling again, moving to trace his fingers across the glass.

he had no doubt they were coming; no doubt that the immense fuck-up below the ground would have to be rectified. And as he turned, coat whirring as he moved towards the stairs; he cursed them. He cursed himself for helping them; for the role he had played somewhere in the process of this tragedy

Tyler Barton had only entered Racoon city to find a mechanic who could fix his broken down car out on the city limits.

Now he found himself in one of his worst nightmares. Armed with an already bloodied wooden baseball bat he had found he knew he would have to break out of the garage along with the mechanic he was trapped here with.

Spotting a gap he says "now" and both men leave through the back door and lay into the zombies with their improvised weapons.

While fighting them his fear wasn't there as he fought his way out of the back alley.

The mechanic wasn't so lucky although and Tyler now clear ran like the minnions of hell were after him and they were feasting on the what was left of the mechanic who didn't make it.

He climbs up a fire escape and pulls up the ladder so he can get some time to catch a breath. "what demons from hell are these things?" he thinks to himself as he tries to figure out what is going on...

The Black Huey flew across the city scape, its massive rotor blades thumped against the air as the craft carefully navigated the buildings below...

There were two pilots, each one wore a black helmet, with blacked out visors, they wore black uniforms that bore only the emblem of Umbrella...

In the Passenger Compartment sat Agent 663, an operative of UBCS's "Red Section" a part of the organisation that didn't exist, not even Regular UBCS's knew about the Red Section, it was somewhat a myth...

Agent 663 wore the same black uniform of the pilots, only he bore a single Red arm band on his left arm, with the Umbrella Emblem on his chest, he wore a gas mask and black Kevlar helmet, the eye peices of the Gas mask were blacked out too, just like the Pilots...

"ETA... fifteen minutes" One of the Pilots spoke through the comm links

the Agent didn't respond, he simply sat there looking at the Destruction below, fires raged in the dark of the night, painting the city with a yellow glow...

Racoon City, Muncipal Hall

Mikhail Victor was sitting in the Muncipal Hall. His Delta Platoon had been massacre since the zombies outbreak. The only two people left were Sgt. Nicholai Ginovaef and Carlos Oliveira. Mikhail thinking about the rest of his platoon. Well they all died. Mikhail ordered Nicholai and Carlos to barricade themselves in the building. They also had an escape plan if the zombies overran the building. They put a ladder across to another building. Mikhail got up to look outside to see the zombies. The zombies were crowded around a body of a person. All that was left was some body parts. Carlos got out his M4 and shot at the zombies. All the zombies fell to the ground.

"Well that takes care of that, but what are we still doing here? The zombies are all over the place." Carlos asked Mikhail.

He didn't know at all. He hadn't heard any reports from the other platoons. "We better get the hell out of here and try to find any surviors. So tell Nicholai to get all his stuff because we are leaving."

Carlos went off to find Nicholai. He came back later. "I can't find Nicholai he escaped to somewhere."

Mikhail said. "We are leaving without him."

Mikhail and Carlos broke threw the barricades and tried to search for a car. No luck there were no usable car. All the cars were on fire. The two men moved out. Mikhail looked around to see no zombies so far. The only thing on his mind was to escape. He put a magzine into his M4.

The Huey was now approaching the Target building, the Red Section insertion point, it was a tall tower block building, with various road blocks below, gun fire could be seen eminating from these strategic positions, only to slowly die out into nothing, like a candle slowly being starved of oxygen...

"We're at the Target Zone, Ready when you are" One pilot spoke, informing the agent they were at the drop zone and ready to go...

A black zipline fell to the ground, a black rope dangleing from the helicopter above, both pilots using their training and ability kept the craft almost perfectly over the building...

The Agent clipping himself to the wire, ensuring it was secure, leaned out of the craft, the rotor blades kicking up a strong down draft, making the dust and dirt of the roof of the building billow around like some tornado was doing its worst...

The Agent lept out, traveling down the wire at some speed, until...

Thump...

His black combat boots impacted onto the solid concrete of the roof, it took a few seconds to disconnect himself from the line, but sure enough the wire was free, and the black huey swung round before heading back to its base...

Agent 663 was now alone and on mission...

"What the Hell..." Carlos said as a Huey with a black zipline let a guy go down it.

Mikhail looked back and got out binoculars to see the guy in a black with a red armband.

"Looks like there only dropping one man down." Carlos said still looking at the Huey.

Mikhail knew this wasn't good he looked toward Carlos. "We better get the hell out of here."

Running down alley they came upon a group of zombies eating something. Mikhail and Carlos shot them with their M4s. The zombies ground charged toward them. Some of the zombies fell to the ground with blood coming out of them. Then there was slience. Mikhail went up to what the zombies were eating. The former person was wearing a mechanics uniform.

Carlos went over to Mikhail. "I think there's something on the roof of the building with a fire escape.

Mikhail said to the thing on the roof. "Is anyone on the roof. We are the UBCS. We have come for surivors to get out of the city."

Mikhail and Carlos waited until they got an answer.

Tyler couldn't believe his ears. at last there was someone who wasn't trying to eat him.

"Its safe over here" he hollers back "I'll drop the ladder when I see you. Theres only a few zombies in the alley and they're looking elsewhere for food"

He waves his blood spattered denin jacket so they can see he's not a zombie.

Mikhail and Carlos saw the guy and went over to the building waiting for him while they shot the zombies in the alley. Blood was all over the alley. The zombies were inclosing pretty fast. Mikhail hoped that the guy was hurry up.


OOC: On this website it says Mikhail commands Delta Platoon. Nicholai commands squad B which is under Delta Platoon. So Mikhail is the commanding officer.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mikhail_Victor

OOC: Canad they are Squads, not platoons. And Nicholai commands Mikail and Carlos... lol

IC: Outskirts of Racoon City, 2155 HoursLeon S. Kennedy. 1st Day.
Leon floored the pedal of the Police SUV as he turned off a long stretch of road and into Racoon City (a-la RE2). He drummed his fingers on the steering weel as he listened to the police radio and the alarming calls requesting help and various sightings of walking mutilated corpses.. with super strength. Leon shifted into 5th Gear as he continued to listen as one officer described shooting one 4 times in the chest and it still getting up. It gave Leon the chills. He reached over and flicked the dull silver knob into the 'Off' position.

Racoon City, 2159 HoursLeon S. Kennedy. 1st Day.
Leon began to tense as he drove past the 'Welcome to Racoon City' sign.

"First day on the job... and this. No first day celebration either... Stupid night shifts." he complained to himself as he swung the veichle around a corner.

There wasn't anything suspicious so far but Leon was replaying the calls for help in his head... so indepth that he nearly run over a lady lieing in the middle of the road. He slammed on the brakes, coming to a stop mere centimetres from her face. He jumped out of the car and checked that his gun was at his hip.

Check he thought to himself and he straightened his blue uniform up and walked over to the woman.

"Ma'am are you alright? Ma'am?" Leon nudged her with his foot when he heard a quiet Nyaaaagh.

He turned and drew his gun. In front of him were 8 or 9 of these abomonations shuffling towards him. Some barely had faces at all.

"Freeze." He commanded.

They kept walking...

"Freeze I said!"

Still walking....

"Stop or I will shoot!"

Walking....

BangHis gun shot a bullet at the closest zombie to him. All it did was shift as it abosrbed the bullet.

"What the...?!" He muttered softly when something attached itself to his leg. He looked down in horror to see the 'dead' woman trying to bite his ankle. He instinctively aimed and shot a hole right through the back of her head. Her brains.. or what was left of them after she had been eaten before she turned.. splattered onto Leon's shoe but he took no notice as he jumped into the SUV and floored it. Leaving smoke in his wake. (Script Altering :P) He decided to head into town to find if there was anyone 'normal' he could talk to.

Tyler sees the two armed Umbrella men appraoching and drops the ladder so they can join him.

when they ascend he pulls the ladder back up and says "boy am I glad to see you guys. I thought I was alone out there. My names Tyler Barton and my car broke down stranding me here"

"Lt. Mikhail Victor and this is Private Carlos Oliveira of the Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service. Do you have any weapons here?" Mikhail spoke as Carlos put his hand out toward Tyler.

Tyler shows him his blooded baseball bat and shakes the Lt's hand.

"Just this my friends. I couldn't even hit those zombies in the head if you gave me a gun. You can't miss with this baby" he replied.

"There may be weapons in the apartment block but i haven't got checking it yet"

"Well we aren't going down there soon. We should probably find path to the apartments. Do you have any ideas Tyler?" Mikhail said as Carlos still looked toward the tower.

Racoon City, 0028 HoursLeon S. Kennedy. 1st Day
Leon's hands shook as he tried to replace the magazine in his gun while trying to drive the SUV.

"Shit shit shit!" He exclaimed as he finally jammed the clip into the gun and threw the other one out the open window. He only had 3 clips left. He would eventually have to hit the Police Presinct.

"Woah!" He drew his eyes back to the road and quickly swerved out of the way of a wandering flesh eater. "They are everywhere..."

He turned another corner and gasped in shock at what he saw. Buildings had gaping holes in them, blood basically covered every surface, bodies lay strewn around footpaths. Leon slowed the car and jumped out. He looked up and down each building, amazed at what could cause such destruction. Whatever these things were... they weren't human. He opened the door again and put his foot inside when he saw 3 figures on top of the building to his left. He immediatley swung the door around as cover and shot 3 rounds into the sky, his gun howling in report.

Mikhail turned around to see a police officer shooting his gun. Carlos got his gun ready. The zombies were coming right for him. Mikhail put down the ladder and charged the zombies while Carlos shot them from the building with his M4. Mikhail pulled out his Berretta and shot the zombies. He hoped he would save the young police officer.

Racoon City, 0044 HoursLeon S. Kennedy. 1st Day.
Leon watched as 2 of the 3 figures lowered and ladder and began to desend.

"Shit I pissed whatever it is off..."

He raised his gun to his eye when he noticed they began shooting down the ally way. Puzzeled, Leon jogged over to find a line of zombies picking themselves off the floor.

"Thank god. Are you guys... human?"

Tyler stays with the ladder and calls out "get over here buddy before the zombies get up"

he stays alert ready to retract the ladder once everyone is safe.

"Do we look like humans climb up the ladder now!" Mikhail covered the police officer while he shot at the zombies. The zombies fell to the ground. When the officer got up there he climbed up. The zombies where crowded around the ladder when he got up. Carlos pulled a pin from the grenade and threw it at the ground. There was a blast. Mikhail got up to see a mass of blood and guts. "Well who the hell are you? Carlos and I are part of the UBCS. That guy over there is Tyler" Mikhail point toward the other two men. Mikhail didn't want to take any chances so he point his gun at the man until he answered.

after retracting the ladder Tyler catches his breath and says "Mikhail he's a cop for crying out loud. He's on our side"

"How do you know that he wouldn't kill us? This guy could be part of Umbrella to see how the zombies are doing against humans. Like that deserter Nicholai who came to see the performance of the zombies for Umbrella." Mikhail still pointed his gun at the officer.

Entrance to Umbrella Laboratory, Racoon City 0052 Hours Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service. 1st Day.
A Ka-60 Kasatka brushed over the Battlezone that was Racoon City. It was a wreck down there... and it was all the Umbrella Corp's fault. Umbrella was testing a virus, Codenamed T-Virus, on the outskirts of the sleepy town in the Arklay Mountains under the guise of a mansion. Unfortunate for all involved the Virus was somehow released into humans and animals and it spread like wildfire. Thats why U.B.C.S was being sent in. To clean up all subjects and retrieve combat data from 'Nemesis' and 'Tyrant' should any of the teams stumble across them. This team was heading towards the Umbrella Lab inside Racoon City while Team 2 was heading to the now destroyed mansion in the Arklay's.
40 Seconds. Get ready. Came over the Intercom from the Cabin.
The 5 men in the hold of the helicopter began flicking the safety switchs to the 'off' postion and checking to make sure that their magazines were full.
Beware we are coming in hot and heavy.
Team 1's landing point came into few. Marked by a yellow flare and clearly visible were 20 zombies congregating around it. The nearest 2 members shifted into the open and cocked their customized MP5's, raising the infra-scopes to their eyes.
"Fire when ready you two." Said the team leader dismissively, pointing at the zombies on the roof of the building.
With no recognition of the order the 2 soldiers opened fire on the roof, spraying it in metal. Through the scopes they could see the figures being cutdown in bloody masses. Chips of concrete flew off the edges that acted as a barrier going around the edge of the roof flying in all directions. The men held the trigger down till they heard the click click click of expending the magazine. They threw the old magazine away and loaded a new one in but didn't fire, they just stayed knelt and watching for movement when a urgent voice came over the intercom.
Incoming missile. Performing evasion.
The 2 men looked at each other and rushed for their seats. No one else was worried... they were strapped in. The helicopter sharply tipped to its left to dodge the missile which hit a building some kilometres behind the chopper. But only 1 of the men reached their seats. The other fell from the Kasatka to the hard pavement below. 5 became 4.

***********
The 4 disembarked and waited for orders.

Racoon City, Building Rooftop, 0111 Hours Leon S. Kennedy. 1st Day.
Leon drew his gun and pointed it Mikhail.
"I'm a cop and its my first day on the job. I got night shift. But you say Umbrella is behind this.... you work for Umbrella so your not clean of this."

"Umbrella lead us into this shit. My whole platoon was killed execpt for Carlos, Nicholai, me. They left us behind and did't care at all. Also Nicholai was only here with the platoon to gather data from the BODs. Plus we out number you so put your gun down." While talking Mikhail eyed Carlos to point his gun at the officer. Carlos pointed his M4 at the officer.

Agent 663 was watching the group of people through binoculars, his vantage point gave him ample cover, already he'd sweeped the top of the building, No Test Subjects around, He'd quickly secured the door with whatever could be found lying around, a large heavy crate, For now he took vigil, watching those below...

Tyler rolled his eyes while he watches this scene being played out.

More zombies were walking slowly into the alleyway attracted by the sound of the grenade going off.

As they groped in vain for the 4 men Tyler suggests "can't we take this up the stairs? Those walking stiffs may not need food and water but we do and we won't get any off it without breaking into an apartment"

Racoon City, Rooftop, 0121 Hours Leon S. Kennedy. 1st Day.

These 2 have major attitude problems... and they are Umbrella....
Leon decided this was it... he slowly reached behind his back and found his flashbang. He began to pop then pin when a missle hit the building they were standing on and threw him into Mikhail. (The Missile that was shot at the Umbrella Chopper)

Mikhail got up after the blast. Carlos was a little stunned. Then Mikhail noticed the young guy was on him. He took his pistol and told Carlos to help pick him up. They were getting the hell out of here.

Agent 663 watched the fireball errupt from the Missile strike...

"Nice.."

It was time to leave, no doubt the blast would bring more unwanted interest, and if he was to make good time, then he'd best get moving...

Time here is of the essence.

Standing up, the black daubed Trooper headed back to the door, is M4 always at the ready, moving with haste, he kicked the large crate, giving it an almighty heave, the Crate slid, giving him access to the Door...

Instantly it flew open, the wide open maw of Several Test Subjects stumbled out into the Night, Instantly Agent 663 stepped back a couple of feet then opened fire, using his expert training to bring them down quickly, aiming for their heads in short controlled bursts, the Muzzle Flare was lighting up the Darkened roof top..

"Sloppy... Damn Sloppy..."

"Follow me" Tyler says and locates a window to the closest apartment he can find.

He swings the bat and shatters the window glass and looks into the small bedroom.

"this looks clear but the other rooms could be a different story" he adds still shaken by the missile blast

Mikhail and Carlos followed Tyler still carrying the young police officer.

???? 0139 Hours Leon S. Kennedy. ?? Days
Leon began to stir.
"Nyaaagh."
He realised he was behing carried by someone... or something. He panicked and looked around the roof tops. It appeared to be the same except.... He could see a light flashing.... no... a muzzle flash!
"I think I see a muzzle flash! I think there is another survivor."

Tyler slides in through the window landing on the single bed.

with the room being in darkness he kept his steps quiet and soft and cautiously opened the bedroom door.

Leading onto the darkened kitchen he wished for a flash light but there was no other sound other than his thumping heart. Checking the fridge and cupboards he finds them well stocked.

"It looks like we can rest for a while at least" he says quietly To Mikhail "as well as getting a meal" when he returns to the window.

Mikhail put the young officer into a bed. Then Carlos and him fanned out and checked the floor. They didn't find any zombies, but a shotgun. They came back to the room. "Tyler keep this shotgun just incase." Mikhail said as he gave it to Tyler. Mikhail kept the police officer gun with him.

Racoon City, Apartment, 0147 Hours Leon S. Kennedy. 1st Day.

Leon sat up.
"I think I saw a Muzzle Flash over on another building.... where's my gun?" Leon asked eyeing Mikhail suspiciously.

"Anybody hungry?" Tyler asks as he accepts the shotgun.

He checks the water tap and finds that at least the water is still running. Using a handy mug he takes a drink and nods aprovingly.

"we've still got fresh water so thats something good" he adds

Racoon City, Apartment, 0151 Hours Leon S. Kennedy. 1st Day

Leon yelled at the top of his lungs.

"People. Listen to me. There was a muzzle flash on the other building. I want to go investigate so where is my gun?"

"I have your gun and your not getting it. I don't trust you. I don't even know your name. So why should I trust you." Mikhail showed the officer his gun. While Carlos went over to Tyler. "I'm pretty hungry."

Racoon City, Apartment, 0154 Hours Leon S. Kennedy. 1st Day.

Leon sighed impatiently.

"My name is Scott. Scott Monti. Now please give me my gun. Your wasting time!"

"Fine Mr.Monti prove to me that your Monti. Show me your driver's lisence. Then I will give back your gun." Mikhail point his gun at the officer.

Tyler manages a smile and says "i'll see what I can find" to Carlos.

With the power out but his eyes adjusting to the darkness he could make out some cooked meats and half full jars of pickles and gherkins, a loaf of bread and some butter in the fridge.

He hit the jackpot when he found a litre of milk.

Loading up a tray with the food he closes the door and lets Carlos have first pick of the liberated food.

Racoon City, Apartment, 0200 Hours Leon S. Kennedy. 1st Day.

Leon smiled on the inside. He always used the alias 'Scott Monti' so he always carried his fake ID. It helped to get beer before he was 18 and it had helped him countless times when he was an officer in the Police Force 3 county's over. Leon reached inside his RPD shirt and produced the fake ID.

"There. Please! Stop jerking me around or you'll regret it."

Raccoon City: Outskirts, Time: Unkown, Day 1.

Mike lived on the very fringe of the city, but when the first panicked reports started coming in over the Citizens Band, he figured he better get out while the getting was good. Unfortunately, his truck was dead... There was no way out...

Mike fished out his DE, scrounged up a few clips(8), grabbed his K-Bar, and decided that if he couldn't leave, he'd better head for the precinct, where they at least had more guns, and people who supposedly knew how to use them...

Carl picks out some of the meat to make a sandwich and picks three pickles. He also makes a plate for the stranger. Mikhail only eats five pickles. "Thank you Tyler." Mikhail said as he ate. Mikhail handed the gun to Scott. "Sorry about it. You can never be sure. Also with the helicopter shooting at us confirmed that you don't work for Urmbrella.

"no problem" Tyler says as he eats his own sandwich and a few of the pickled gherkins, the first meal he had since this nightmare began.

since the last time he'd fired a gun was at a fairground as a child he goes over the shotgun to try and understand how it works. At least he knew what a pump action was from watching cop movies.

His thoughts lay with his wife and baby boy out in the Ruddock's Creek, the closest town to Racoon City. He just hoped they were safe..

Racoon City, Rooftop, 0205 Hours Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service.

The now 4 man team kept a tight line as they headed for the rooftop staircase, carefully moving around the bodies as not to get guts on their newly polished black boots.

"Jason you move around these zombies like a fairy."

The second man in the line turned. This man was Jason.

"F*** you Briggs. At least my face don't break no mirrors."

The 4 man in the line frowned. This man was Lt. Briggs.

"Both of you shut up!"

"Yes Col. Solotov!"

Solotov was the first in the line and was also team leader. The 3rd man in the line was Matthews. Private Matthews. He mostly kept to himself but was a ace with electronics. The 5th man who fell was Jenson. Briggs and Jenson were the ones who shot up the roof for the landing. But continuing on...

*****************

Solotov positioned himself infront of the door while Jason and Briggs stood either side.

"3..2..1.." Solotov kicked the door down and the 2 on opposite sides of it swung in and began searching for targets.

"Clear."

"Clear."

Solotov nodded and took leader again heading down the metal stairs. The team was going to pick up the body of their fallen comrade and remove his equipment.... if nothing got in their way....

Racoon City, Apartment, 0215 Hours Leon S. Kennedy. 1st Day.

Leon helped himself to the food and began spreading butter over a piece of bread.

"Just something for the road."

He pulled out a pickled gherkin from the jar rapped it in the bread a took a big bite. Leon munched it for awhile before the taste kicked in. His face turned green and he spat the food into a corner of the room and taking a big swig of milk.

"Thats foul!" Leon exclaimed as he chugged the rest of the milk, burping loudly afterwards.

He reached over and grabbed 2 more slices of bread and headed out the door.

"Fhanksguys. Feeyoulatorfyouliffe." He said with his mouth full of bread and walked out of the room closing the door behind him. He holstered his pistol after making sure all his ammo was in it before heading off for the elevator.

"Ok Carlos we getting the hell out of this city. I don't know how that guy is going to make it out by his self. Tyler you are welcome to come along with us." Mikhail walked out the door with Carlos behind him. They were going to find a car or truck.

sticking the baseball bat into his belt Tyler holds onto the shotgun and follows Mikhail and Carlos.

"I know where theres a working car" he says "The dead mechanic had a car that was left in for repairs to the headlights but its still functional.

We'll just have a hard time getting to it thats all with the hungry stiffs out there"

Raccoon City: Outskirts, Time: 02:30, Day 1

Mike hadn't made it more than a mile before the zombies struck, there were only two of them, but he'd been thinking, and hadn't seen them coming, so they managed to surprise him, but they surprised him at ten feet away, meaning that the first slug ripped out of his gun just over two seconds later, and the second followed it almost imnmediately, dropping the nearer zombie, before he tracked right, and fired at the second zombie, blowing out its gut, and then skull, in a welter of gore and corruption. "Well shit..." Mike was rattled, but he had to keep moving, if he stayed in one place too long he was dead... At this rate he'd make it to the precinct in just over 2 hours.

"That's why we have these." Mikhail showed Tyler the grenades. "Lead the way." Mikhail and Carlos had their M4s out and ready to kill.

Cautiously Tyler led them back down the fire escape into the alleyway.

Mercifully there wasn't a zombie reception committe waiting for them and Tyler looked round the corner and pointed out the mechanics motor shop and the crowd of zombies round it.

"There it is" he says "lets get outta here"

He turns the corner and runs straight into a zombie. Backing off he smashes the butt of the shotgun into the zombies head making it reel back.

Mikhail and Carlos aimmed and opened fire on the zombies. Blood splattered everywhere. Carlos threw a grenade and blasted the rest of the zombies. Mikhail ran up to a zombie and threw his knife at it. After the battle Mikhail pulled the knife out of it's head. In the gargage was a Land Rover. They were ready to escape.

Tyler located several car keys and gave them all to Carlos saying "one of these has to be the one" and he keeps watch.

A horde of zombies were shambling up the street attracted by all the noise and Tyler adds "we'll betta get moving soon. we've got company"

Raccoon City, 0245 day 1

Michael Parkes fired his peacemaker at the zombies, hitting one in the side of the head and had watched it go down with satisfaction. It felt good to be fighting back after years of hiding from various government agencies, aliens and monsters from hell. He ran to a nearby door, looking for more zombies, and saw another man. Behind him were two soldiers.
"You come for me huh?" Michael yelled, fear etched in the lines of his face, noting the umbrella insignia on their jackets.

Carlos tried several different keys while Mikhail shot the zombies. He was ran out of ammo in the magizine. Mikhail ran toward the car while reloading. Killing acouple more zombies then jumping into the car. Carlos started the engine and threw the other car keys out the window. Tyler jumped in and they ran into the zombie hoard. Running over acouple of disable zombies. Then they made it toward the main road.

Michael watched the car slam into the zombies with interest and decided to get away from here before the gunfire attracted the wrong sort of attention. Zombies were one thing, but those soldiers bore the insignia of a company or something, and they were worse than governments for spying on people. He quickly checked his map and headed off toward the newspaper office. That would be the best way to get more information, he was good with computers, that's what had gotten him in trouble with the CIA in the first place...

now finally able to relax the group of survivors where gradually making their way to safety.

Having shot a few zombies himself and his aim improving Tyler says "The Ravensgate bridge is the closest road outta here but I heard on the radio before the emergency station went down that the whole city was under quarantine.

The bridge may not be a way out but its the only option we have."

A large fleet of bikes roared down the streets of Racoon, along with a few vans. They easily dodged the crashed vehicles and other debris as they did so. Monica was among them, one of the bikers at the lead. The large group of bikes was loud as hell, and it would attract the attention of several thousand zombies, and what ever was left of humanity in the city...

Agent 663 checked his weapon...

"hmmm Eight Rounds left...."

He was sure that if he was more carefull, that was another eight dead Test Subjects...

Moving into the building, he instantly noticed the temperature drop, even through his combat gear, the temperature drop was visably noticable, the office windows were gently frosted from condensation forming, wisps of breath flowed from his gas mask with each breath...

He tred carefull, Blood that had pooled onto the tiles was now frozen in place, giving a crimson gleam to the light...

His breath was slow and carefull, with each movement, carefull and quiet...

there was a low growl from an office ahead of him...

"Another.."

holstering his M4 he pulled out his berreta from its holster, the weapon was silenced, carefully he took aim, with a dull thud the Test Subjects head exploded from the front outwards, and a sickening cruch followed as the Test Subject collapsed to the ground....

Without pausing for thought, 663 moved on...

Carlos drove the Land Rover up to the bridge. The bridge was blown to rubble. Mikhail got out to look around. Pulling out his Beratta to make sure he didn't get infected. Zombies came out of nowhere. He shot acouple of them and ran back to the car. Jumped into the backseat and they drove off.
"Well that was a sucess." Mikhail looked at Tyler.

a flood of thoughts went through Tylers head.

"We really have been abandoned" he says quietly before blasting a zombie with his shotgun at point blank range which was trying to hang onto the land rover.

noting he's only got one shell left he adds "the last shells for one of us. I don't want to end up like them"

Spotting a helicopter flying overhead a thought strikes him.

"we either have to get a lift from a helicopter or go underground to get out of the city" he says

Raccoon City: .5 Miles from the Police Precinct, Time: 04:00, Day 1

Mike was almost there, and already halfway outta ammo, he'd met zombes repeatedly on his way to the precinct, and now he was stymied, there was a major wreck in his path, a jacknifed tractor trailer carrying gasoline blocked the road with fire and twisted metal. Mike had only one choice, go around. He headed off to the left at the first intersection he came to, intending to go around and make it back to the road, but that was not to be either, dozens of zombies blocked that route, and to the right there was another wreck... Hmm, kill the zombies and burn ammo, or try and climb the wreckage to the right... The Zombies made the decision for him, one of them spotted him, and started moving toward him at its glacial pace, he opened fire, killing one after another as he backed up towards the wreckage across the street, before he finally turned and ran, out pacng the zombies and making it over the massive barrier that the wreckage represented. He managed to only cut himself once on the shattered cars, and he was moving quickly down the street almost immediately, trailing blood as he went...

Agent 663 was now in the lower levels of the Tower block, he moved silently out of the lift, so far there had only been one or two encounters with Test Subjects and the mission was going smoothly...

"Mission Time: 2 Hours, 30 Minutes"

He thought, looking down at his watch, so far things had gone according to plan...

The Vast lobby entrance way to the Building had been barricaded, some people had pushed large Metal benches against the door, and used whatever means they could to lock them, Ties, Electrical Cables, belts... anything to hold back the tide of zombies...

Carefully Agent 663 moved accross the lobby, using his training to avoid detection as best as possible, Silently he pulled out his bionoculars, veiwing the Doors without getting too close...

Nothing...

The Blast across the road must have attracted the Test Subjects across the road...

"Good.." he once again thought..

Agent 663 moved away from the Lobby, heading in the Direction of the Maintainance Shaft... here He could Acess the Sewers... It was a few miles away from the Research Labs, but he was on time and making Good Progress....

He Spoke too soon...

The Door way leading towards the Maintainance Shaft had been blocked by something on the Other side.... No matter how hard he tried to force the door, it would not give...

"Shit..."

Agent 663 pulled out a small blueprint map of the area, using a small torch, he crouched down...

The Only other access way to the Sewer network he needed was at the Precinct, two Blocks down....

Checking his ammunition, he discovered he was starting to run a little dry, He'd got two more clips of M4 ammunition and two clips for the Berretta...

"perhaps a Trip to the Police Station would pay off...."

Agent 663 Headed back to the Lobby...

Carlos was driving to the police precinct. They were about 2 miles away there they would meet with other surivors and try to regain control of the city. Mostly Mikhail wanted to get a radio and call a helicopter to get them. About one mile away from the precinct Mikhail opened fire on the zombies outside. The zombies couldn't get them when they were going 50 miles per hour.

Tyler though that Carlos' idea was a good one. At least they could get guns there and could defend the building after a fashion.

With seemingly enough ammo to to get there and plenty of fuel in the land rover things were looking up until they hit the burning tractor trailer blocking the road 1/2 mile from their destinaton.

"F*** it" he says to no-one in particular venting his frustration..

The Bikers decided to head to the RPD, having thought it a good place to arm up. The bikes continued to roar down the dark streets, zombies in suit...

Carlos didn't think as a problem he got onto the sidewalk and kept on driving and over zombies. Driving along they came upon a guy. Mikhail opened the window. "You need a ride because we are going to the police station not far from here."

Agent 663, silently opened the Door, pulling away the Blockages and un-tieing a belt that had been poorly secured...

Stepping out into the street, he felt the temperature rise...

"Odd... The Air Conditioning units must have been damaged..."

Scanning the roads it seemed clear, only one or two Test Subjects could be seen in the street, although these were too far away to worry about...

"Hmmm, Clear... Perhaps things will go a little more my way.."

once again Agent 663 spoke too soon, as from the small bush beside him lept a Test Subject, its undead maw gaping open as it pushed him to the ground, Quickly the Agent placed a boot into its chest and pushed it away... Bringing up his Berretta he placed several Silenced rounds into its skull until its body slumped to one side....

"Fucking shithead"

"Really Damned Sloppy... Calm down take it easy, We're getting frustrated and making mistakes..."

Quickly the Agent looked around, The Struggle had attracted the nearby zombies and it was time to leave this place...

The Agent Quickly lept up, and with great speed ran as quickly as possible in the direction of the Precinct...

He approached one straggleing zombie, stood staring up at a drain pipe, it Turned just in time to see Agent 663 Shoulder Charge it, off its feet, landing with a heavy thump... the Agent didn't even stop....

His Gas mask was now making rapid Breathing noises, its valves opened and closed in quick succession as he pounded the ground with his feet...

"A Couple more Yards..."


"Shit.. "

There were a large group of zombies, just near where he wanted to be... stood near the precinct...

Taking in his surroundings, he looked for a distraction... a Parked car...

Taking aim, he carefully steadied his breath, took aim, and left a shot go with his M4...

"Womphf.."

The Car Exploded in a great ball of flames, immeadiatly the Zombies turned, heading off in that General direction...

Allowing the Agent to slip by, skirting the edges of the Streets...

A few moments passed before finaly he reached his Entrance... the main doors to the Precinct.... Funnily it was unlocked.... moving inside he was presented with another Empty Lobby area..... he quickly headed up and Waited at the Main desk, checking his map and searching for Ammunition and anything else that might be of use....

"Good, medical Pack... this could be usefull.."

Mike quickly outran his pursuers, meaning that what little ammo he had left should be enough to get him to the precinct, especially with that gunshop up ahead... Mike entered the shop and found that it's only occupants were a pair of zombies, that were quickly dispatched with matched slugs from his DE. His next reaction was one of pleased surprise. There, in all of its 12 gauge glory, was an SPAS-12 shotgun, and 2 boxes full of shells, as well as a 1911, and a case of .45 ACP shells. He collected both of the guns, and all of the ammo he could carry, slung the shotgun behind his back, holstered the 1911, and exited through the backdoor of the shop, leading with his DE. He was in luck. He was right on top of the Precinct, and the front door was only a shot dash away...

He ran, avoiding the zombies, and slammed through the doors like a bat outta hades. The he turned and shut the doors behind him.

Keeping a nervous watch while they were driving Tyler didn't notice the survivor until Carlos stopped the land rover.

"Jump in" he says in as friendly a manner as he can.

Seeing the guy run away they drove to the Precinct. Carlos parked the guy and went inside. They saw what guns they had and made sure each was loaded. Then the same guy came running in. Mikhail and Carlos saw the zombies and started to barricade the doors and windows.
"Hello there stranger, I'm Lt. Mikhail Victor and that is Carlos and Tyler. Well it seems like you have a lot of weapons." Carlos was taking stock of the weapons they had.

Mike quickly outran his pursuers, meaning that what little ammo he had left should be enough to get him to the precinct, especially with that gunshop up ahead... Mike entered the shop and found that it's only occupants were a pair of zombies, that were quickly dispatched with matched slugs from his DE. His next reaction was one of pleased surprise. There, in all of its 12 gauge glory, was an SPAS-12 shotgun, and 2 boxes full of shells, as well as a 1911, and a case of .45 ACP shells. He collected both of the guns, and all of the ammo he could carry, slung the shotgun behind his back, holstered the 1911, and exited through the backdoor of the shop, leading with his DE. He was in luck. He was right on top of the Precinct, and the front door was only a shot dash away...

He ran, avoiding the zombies, and slammed through the doors like a bat outta hades. The he turned and shut the doors behind him.

Agent 663 let a Burst of Rounds go off in the air, all of these people had suddenly burst into the Precinct, where Agent 663 was currently stood in the large Lobby....

This was not to his liking....

Once their Attention was gotten, The Agent Held his weapon Trained at them....

Mikhail and Carlos turned around to see a guy in a black uniform with an umbrella and gas mask on. Mikhail and Carlos pointed their guns at the umbrella guy. "Who are you?"

Tyler although very tired helps push desks and filing cabinets against doors and windows.

He stows his shotgun with the single shell and keeps his trusty baseball bat handy while he works.

"Hopefully that should hold them" he says to Carlos and Mikhail "but we really need more filing cabinets"

The Agent Held his gun level, while side stepping out from behind the Reception Desk...

"I Do not Exist..." He spoke calmly... his voice slightly muffled by the Gas mask...

"You... over here with the Rest..." The Agent shouted at the man pushing Filing Cabinets against the Windows...

"You..." He pointed at the UBCS's Team member..."May have heard of Me..."

"UBCS's... Red Section... A myth... We Don't Exist"

"Now If you could kindly, Give me your Ammunition, I can Complete my mission... To Umbrella... your Expendable... I am Not... The Mission must Be Completed." The Agent Gestured to the Ammunition they were carrying... while keeping his Gun aimed, Dead level at the Aparant Group Leader...

Mike wasn't sure who all of these people were, but he liked the looks of the ones that had followed him better than the one that was already in here, so he trained the barrel of the DE on the mystery man, and drew the .45 just in case. "Now, what the hell is going on here, hmm? I want answers, and I want them before I have to start ventilating people."

"Carlos and I are part of the USBC we are trying to get surivors out of the city. Over there is Tyler he's a civilian like you and who are you?" Mikhail turned back to look at the other guy. "So your part of the USBC. Were on the same side. Also you're part of the Red Section? I thought that was a myth we should all work together or those zombies outside are going to have a feast." Mikhail and Carlos pointed their guns at the other USBC.

Tyler aims his shotgun at Red section guy and calmly walks over to Mikhail and Carlos.

He could die a happy man regardless of what happened in this lobby.

"you're outnumbered" he says to him "and the walking stiffs out there outnumber us even more. do the maths and see that I'm talking sense. Umbrella abandoned you the same way as my friends here so why should you carry on your mission?"

"I'm Michael Leonidas O'Neal, I used to be a Plattoon Sargeant in the Eighty Deuce, before I retired and moved here. I don't know what's going on, but I do know that my .357 Magnums'll put a hole right through our black armored buddy over there. So, now, Mr. Secret Agent dude, why don't you lose the gun, drop the attitude, and maybe we'll all survive this rat fuck of a city."

"They left you yes, I was sent in to finish a Job your Department Fucked up... This is what Red Section is about... We Clean up Umbrella Mess ups, They Cannot Afford to Abandon us... But Perhaps... I can offer you a Way out... but first I need your help..." The Agent spoke..

Pulling out a set of blue prints, he layed them down onto the Reception desk...

"Here is a power Generator... it was taken offline when the Incident Started, Umbrella Control more aspects than you can imagine, and for me to gain Entrance into the Facility via the Sewer system, I need you to bring back online the Generator, so that the Pumps will empty the Storage Pits, while its still full, I cannot gain entry... Aid me and I might be able to get you out of here Alive..."

The bikers arrived at the RPD, and stopped the bikes. The two dozen survivors began to walk around the PD, looking for a way in. Many areas were blocked off, but many more were torn open by the zombies. Monica found a way in near the 1st floor office, which connected to the 1st floor lobby. She drew her 9mm she collected from a dead cop, and began looking around...

Mikhail looked at this guy. "Were the hell is this so called generator? How can we trust you? Urbrella tried to kill us once. Also were part of the same group we should be helping each other." Carlos stared at this guy he had never heard of the Red Section. From what he knew only Four platoons existed in the USBC comprising of 120 operatives. Carlos wondered what Tyler thought of this the only non-trained military person here.

"They left you yes, I was sent in to finish a Job your Department Fucked up... This is what Red Section is about... We Clean up Umbrella Mess ups, They Cannot Afford to Abandon us... But Perhaps... I can offer you a Way out... but first I need your help..." The Agent spoke..

Pulling out a set of blue prints, he layed them down onto the Reception desk...

"Here is a power Generator... it was taken offline when the Incident Started, Umbrella Control more aspects than you can imagine, and for me to gain Entrance into the Facility via the Sewer system, I need you to bring back online the Generator, so that the Pumps will empty the Storage Pits, while its still full, I cannot gain entry... Aid me and I might be able to get you out of here Alive..."

"How do we know you won't abandon us? I'm all or escaping, but I want to know I'll be able to escape if I put my neck on the line for you..."

((OOC: As soon as someone gets the change, respond to my presence.))

Tyler knew they had to stick together whatever he thought of the idiot wearing the gas mask.

"I'm for helping him if he gets us a helicopter ride out off here. I've a wife and child to think off outside Racoon city but if he tries to double cross us, i'll kill him myself"

"Ok were in" Mikhail and Carlos both said as they put down their weapons.

"Fine, I'm in, on one condition. I want this guy where we can keep an eye on him at all times. He may be our ride outta here, but I still don't trust him," He turned to look at the 2 USBC operatives, "Never put down your gun in a combat situation, you can talk with it out as easily as with it holstered, and that way, you don't have to stop and draw it if we get ambushed."

He moved slowly through the facility; staying above ground. He had heard them, pawing beneath the earth; slamming against the heavy blast doors; sealed now; safe now. He plopped down into a chair; fingers moving swiftly over the keys of the computer; cigarette clenched between his lips; moved to a finger as his other hand ran through his sweaty hair, across his forehead; sighing, slumping in near-despair. The system was largely intact; riddled with warnings; plagued with alerts. He hit the secure servers and began to type; passwords; codewords; access...

He shuddered slightly. Contamination was throughout the entire lower facilities; and rampant in the city. Multiple experimental subjects were loose; the larger specimans were....Secure...Cryogenics and other things; but countless little mistakes had gotten loose...He rose, headed for the door; out, into the streets. He paused; shivering again, cold now...The street was deserted. A car was burning; and he moved past it; not willing to glance at the charred corpse within. He stumbled on, into the city....into Hell.

Mikhail and Carlos put their gun up and aimmed them at the red section guy. Mikhail went over to the map to check where the generator was. "Michael we have a land rover that can take us to the generator. It's outside so take any weapons from the police station. Once we get out there it's going to be hell."

Tyler goes to Michael and the others.

He loads up his pump action shotgun with fresh shells and feels ready for action.

"Mikhail, I'll go with someone and get the guns and ammo while you go over the plans just in case theres more stiffs round here. Any takers?" he says

"There is an Office down the hall way, its on the first floor, Someone should go down there... There should be several master keys in the Security Office, its where they keep the keys for Ammunition and everything else... I suggest if your going out anywhere for a long time, I'd get some Armour... "

The Red Section agent continued

"The Generator was made by Umbrella, and in all their wisdom it has a Code System, Take this Radio, when you reach there I will talk you through the Sequence"

He tapped at the map, "Once we are In the Sewer system, and the Pumps have finished their job, it should be easy to gain access. The Security system is the Pumps, Generaly the place is flooded, But since power is down, Its going to be a little difficult getting in..."

"I suggest people go and Find food, or something to eat, its going to be a long night... And Nobody goes anywhere without Telling someone first... If you want to Get out of here... your no use to me dead."

Carlos said. "I will go with you." They went down to the Security Office to get the card they didn't find it. Carlos went up to the door he was going to open it. He got some mines and blew the door open. Carlos finding more ammo for his beratta and M4 got more ammo for Mikhail too. Grabing body armor and a MP5 for Michael and Mikhail. Getting the stuff they need they came back and gave body armor, MP5, a Browning 9 millimeter, and ammo for Michael. Body armor and ammo for Mikhail. Mikhail took the radio after the Red section was done. Getting food Carlos and Tyler found some and gave some to all of the men. "Ready to kill some zombies Mikhail." Carlos said.

"Hell yes I want my revenge for Delta Squad." Mikhail looked bent on revenge.

((OOC: Monica is still on the 1st floor, and the bikers are breaking their way in. You all are ignoring these things, and my patience is drawing thin.))

Mikhail heard a noise it might be a break in. Mikhail got his gun and checked out the first floor. He saw what to be a group of bikers with the leader a lady. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Looking for some Weapons, and a place to stay the night. Genius..."

Monica sneered.

Carlos said. "I will go with you." They went down to the Security Office to get the keys. Tyler found them and they went to the armory. Carlos finding more ammo for his beratta and M4 got more ammo for Mikhail too. Grabing body armor and a MP5 for Michael and Mikhail. Getting the stuff they need they came back and gave body armor, MP5, a Browning 9 millimeter, and ammo for Michael. Body armor and ammo for Mikhail. Mikhail took the radio after the Red section was done. Getting food Carlos and Tyler found some and gave some to all of the men. "Ready to kill some zombies Mikhail." Carlos said.

"Hell yes I want my revenge for Delta Squad." Mikhail looked bent on revenge.
OOC: Impossible to go to the armory. There is only one key for it and the man who possessed it went missing 3 weeks after the Arklay Mountain's incident. Thats why the police got owned so bad. Your going to have to redo your post. Also Aggent 663.... as I said only 1 armory key and no master key. Oh and they are keycards :P All RP times are in GMT+8 if you are doing it like I am to avoid confusion :P

IC: Racoon City Police Department, 1026 Hours Nemesis
Nemesis stood on the 2nd floor watching the humans on the ground fighting each other while its proccessor scanned them for S.T.A.R.S members. Though none were reported he did scan a "Red Section" member. These were also targetted for extermination. He raised the rocket launched and gattling gun on either of his arms.

"STARS....." He half yelled in the slow, deep drawling voice that he always used when he said the only word he knew.

Nemesis opened fire on the first floor. The gattling gun ripped desks to shreds and the rocket he launched flew behind the 2 Moderate Threat Civilians and hit the door, destroying it and the filing cabinets while throwing the 2 like rag dolls into the air. Nemesis stopped firing the gattling gun and jumped off the balcony landing on the 1st floor with a thud.

"STARS...."

He aimed at the desk the Red Section Agent was lying behind and shot it up, pouring hundreds of bullets into the desks thin wood frame.

"Argh...!"

Nemesis ceased fire on the desk and scanned it again.

Threat Level = Minimum

Nemesis gurgled and jumped back up to the second floor before smashing through a nearby window into the streets.

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OOC: The doors to the RPD are now wide open. Agent 663 has been wounded though he can choose where and got shot and the 4 who got thrown are probably very sore. Nemesis has picked the Agent to die :P

"You better shut up you punk. Well take any weapons you want we already took the ones we wanted. We are leaving soon anyways so just keep away from us and keep near this area. I don't want to cause any trouble." Mikhail said as he put down his gun and left. He walked back to the others.

"Well now we have a situation there are more surivors the zombies are going to get attracted."

"We'll go where ever we want."

Monica replied as Mikhail left. She and the other bikers followed him into the room.

Racoon City Police Department, 1030 Hours

"Jesus what the hell was that." Mikhail said as he got up. "Let's get the hell out of here." Mikhail got the map they were looking at then told Carlos to get the Red Section Agent out of here. Carrying the agent into the land rover Mikhail and Carlos put him in the back. Carlos getting the keyes put it in the ignition and started the car. "Come on Michael and Tyler we need to leave now!!".

Michael was brutally flung like a rag doll... That had never happened toi him before, he was short, built, and capable of lifting a gun jeep repeatedly. He did not get flung around like a dog flings a rat, he flung people in that manner... He was stunned, but he managed to drag himself to his feet, and go examine the disturbing black clothed man.

OOC: Canad slow down :P Dont do so much in a post. Let others respond :P

IC: Racoon City, ??? 1055 Hours Leon S. Kennedy. 1st Day.

Leon slowly began to wake up.

"Where...am I?" He gently asked though no one but him was there.

He stood up and slowly looked around.

"I guess Mikhail and Carlos did a decent job clearing this floor out."

He had passed out on the same floor of the Apartment they entered. He didn't seem touched and they had long gone so he headed downstairs and back to his SUV.

Bump

OOC- Hey I just got admitted, my characters Rick McCarthy, and i don't really know where to jump in. Anyoone tell me where i'm needed and i'm there. I'm a member of UBCS.

Raccoon city newspaper, editor's office 1030

Michael had spent several hours frantically searching through the debris, noting that the computers had been all but destroyed. He had decided to remove the hard drive from the editor's computer, and look for a working terminal later. For now, he searched what was probably an archive of old newspapers. The word 'umbrella' caught his attention and he began to read with growing horror and interest.

"What the.."

*crash* the editor's door caved in beneath the weight of a zombie. Michael quick drawed and fired three shots into the zombie's head.
He felt rather macho, after that, adopting a billy the kid demeanor, and strutting for a while while he thought of where he could find a decent terminal.
The only answer was the raccoon city police department.
Damn.
Michael reloaded his colt, noting the half empty state of his bandolier, picked up the newspaper he had been reading so he could add the article to his scrapbook, checked his map once again, and set off, for some reason wishing he had a horse.

Mikhail and Carlos fired their guns as Tyler and Michael made their way to the land rover. Zombies were coming to the police station now since the big ass zombie used a gatling gun on them. Mikhail shot a zombie in the head. The zombie's brain oozed out onto the ground. Shooting his Beratta five shots hit another zombie in the head.

OOC- Hey I just got admitted, my characters Rick McCarthy, and i don't really know where to jump in. Anyoone tell me where i'm needed and i'm there. I'm a member of UBCS.

Start anywhere and make your way anywhere. Your bound to run into Canad. He runs into everyone :S

Michael Parkes was in a little quandary. the closer he got to the police station, the more zombies he had to dodge. Thankfully, those aliens had trained him in hiding from things because they kept trying to find him. Again. Being probed once was more than enough.
"I mean," he muttered to himself "I know I broke into the secure CIA website, and that's why they're after me, but why do the aliens want me? They spying on the CIA?"
The sound of gunfire drew him on. The fleshies would be distracted and allow him to get into the cop station, hopefully undetected.

A man walked calmly into Racoon City. He was holding a powerful rifle, at his knee there was a large hunting knife. He was wearing a black combat vest with ammo and a small first aid kit in it's many pockets. "Hmmm. Looks like I'm late." he said. He was a hired member of the UBCS. He went on a hunting trip with one of the head men of Umbrella and was hired. Now he was stanging in a city filled with zombies and other monsters. He slowly moved forward, and saw a lone zombie a few meters ahead. He smirked and aimed his rifle. The zombies head exploded into small bits of blood. "To easy" He said, but then he realized there was a zombie behind him. It grabbed him and bit into his vest. He struggled to push it off. It took out a large part of his vest's shoulder. It went to bite again, but this time it met the end of Rick's knife. He slammed it into it's skull, and blasted it's stomach out with his rifle. It slumped to he ground. But, there was now a group of ten zombies. Rick looked around, and ran. Hopefully he would run into another UBCS member on the way.

Michael Parkes heard the starting of a land rover near the cop station. The nearby zombies turned and started to head towards it, leaving him an opening to run like hell into a door into the lobby, almost running into a leather clad woman and about a dozen other bikies.
"You guys don't look like CIA. Are you aliens?"

Racoon City, 1416 Hours Leon S. Kennedy. 1st Day.

Leon sped down a once busy motor way, looking out for the walking dead. The sun was out and it would have been a beautiful day had it not been for what was festering inside the city. Leon throw the SUV around another corner and continued down the road. Leon was searching for a Gas Station. The SUV's tank was running low and Leon didn't want to be stuck without a form of transport. According to the onboard GPS the station was only a block east from his location so he slowed the car down and turned back east.

Leon breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled into the bowser and filled up the SUV. As he was filling it up Leon noticed a large police blockade a couple hundred feet down the road. Maybe there was survivors. Inquisitivness took over and he hung up the pump and jumped in screeching off down the road towards the plumes of smoke.

Leon slowed down the ride and jumped out, his hand slowly reaching back for his pistol. The stench of death hung heavy. Leon slowly clambered over the bloodied police cars to find the bodies of 5 police officers, all mangled beyond description.

"This is horrific.." He muttered as he began sifting through the remains for any equipment that he might've been able to use.

"I wonder how the 2 UBCS members are doing..?" He asked himself as he drew a Chinese Type 19 Mauser from what appeared to be a flesh eater.

"Well at least they got one of the bastards."

And why would a Chinese 19 Mauser be here in Racoon City? Gun Shop owner or Gun Enthusiast?

Leon checked the chamber. It was heavily modified pistol. The chamber was reconfigured to hold up to 21 bullets and the way the chamber was positioned it made for quick reload times. Leon holstered the gun onto his hip and turned to leave when the 5 officers bodies began to twitch.

"Not good..."

They slowly lifted themselves from the bloody mess on the ground and turned to Leon. He aimed his old Beretta at the oncoming 5, shooting 2 rounds into each of their chests. All it seem to do is delay them a few seconds. Leon turned back to the Cruiser, jumped in and began to reverse while firing wildly at the zombies. He spun the car 180 before taking off.

"Maybe its time to hook up with some better guns at the precinct..."

Visably shaken Tyler says to Carlos "what the F*** was that thing? Zombies aren't supposed to shoot mini guns."

The agent looked in a bad way and although Tyler hated this macho secret agent crap he knew that together they stood a better chance of getting out.

"don't you die on us" he says softly to the Umbrella agent as he turned round and blasted an approaching zombie at point blank range now with his refilled shotgun.

(the bullets came from Michaels ammo stash)

Antarctica, Umbrella Research Facility

In a long lavishly furnished room inside the Mansion Umbrella possessed in the Antarctic sat 14 of the most powerful men and women in the company headed up by Alfred Ashford. They were there to discuss the T-Virus spreading to Racoon City and the safety of their inside man Chief Irons. Though he was small-time they still needed him for their plans. Alfred dressed in his red suit stood at the head of the table.

"My employees, we are going to discuss the effectivness of sending in a further UBCS team to secure and evacuate Chief of Police Irons from Racoon City. With the threat of the T-Virus, Tyrant, Birkins and.... the G-Virus we believe it to be in the best intrest that we secure Irons to prevent him from talking. I believe this to be in best intrest in the company. Any objections?"

Silence...

"Then it's decided. A 4th UBCS Team is to be sent into the Dead Zone...."

The Agent rose his head, his blacked out Gas mask eye peices surveyed the Land Rover...

"Wounded..." he thought to himself...

Checking himself over, he noticed a bullet wound to his left shoulder...

"Shit... I didn't think they were Going to release it so early..." The Agent mused while removing his combat knife...

"Umbrella Know I'm Here... "

"Perhaps its a test" The agent Continued to think to himself, planning his next route...

using the Combat knife, he slid the blade into the wound, using his keen skills he felt the bullet against the blade...

"Good, its not too far in..." The Body armour stopped most of the velocity of the bullet, causing a wound but one that he could live with...

Slowly he pulled the bullet out, then using his Medipack, bandaged the wound... it didn't take long, but he couldn't afford to allow this to happen again... it might be better to go it alone...

Outskirts of Racoon City, Umbrella Research Laboratory

A technician called her Commander to her screen. On the display was the view of the 2nd Floor Camera overlooking the Lobby and it was continuously replaying the Nemesis attack.

"Sir, Nemesis has made our message loud and clear."

"Excellent," The commander mused. "Everything is going to plan."

Racoon City Police Department, 2109 Hours Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Team 1

"Halt!"

The 4 men formed a line against the corner of a wall which Solotov poked his head around. His breathing was sounding heavy through his gas masks. The black of their uniforms camoflauging them decently into the moonless night.

"I make out four subjects. Appear to be hostile. They are making their way to a stationed veichle. Jason shoot out the tires."

"Sir." Jason repiled.

The group shuffled back slightly to allow Jason to move to the front and still be covered by the wall. He raised the MP5 Scope to his eye and shut his other. The scope was the only infra-red in the group and it came from the 5th and dead man, Jenson.

"Hurry up. We don't want the targets to escape."

"The subjects can drive?" Briggs asked in a mock voice only to be met with a glare that could kill from the leader.

Jason squeezed 4 rounds out of his weapon all aimed at the Rover and popped back behind the corner waiting for some response from the targets.

now securely in the land rover Tyler blasts another zombie trying to get at them through an open window.

It falls back the shell making a mess of its chest but the corpse was still walking around.

"Damm it, Tyler. The movies didn't lie. Aim for the head" he mutters to himself angry for wasting a bullet.

"is everyone OK?" he asks as they move off.

With two new 'friends' things where looking for the group. Their secret agent seemed able to patch up his own wound, the body armour he was wearing saving his life.

Just maybe he could see his wife and baby son again. If he survived he would never take them for granted again.

Then the front tyre blew out on them and he heard gunfire.

Poking his head out the window he angrilly shouted "Stop shooting you F****** idiots. Zombies don't drive land rovers"

Racoon City Police Department, 2130 Hours Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service

The team laughed at the complaint from inside the car.

"Told you zombies don't drive cars." Laughed Briggs.

"Yeah but that bitch called me an idiot!" yelled a now pissed of Jason who moved from behind cover and began shooting at the Land Rover again hearing the distinct crack of glass.

"Jason stop now." commanded Solotov in the same voice he always spoke in. "We suss them out then fire. Not shoot and ask questions later."

"But you were the one who told me to shoot in the first place." Jason said in defence.

More sniggers from the other 2 members of the team.

"Now!"

"Sir."

The team formed up again, trained their guns onto the veichle and slowly walked down the road towards the 'hostiles'.

"You guys don't talk much huh?" Michael said to the assorted bikers that appeared to be completely ignoring him as he fished out a ration pack from his backpack and began to eat. "You seen any working computers around? Man you sure know how to trash a place. I mean I know that's what bikers do and all but this is a bit excessive y'know?"
Michael was getting worried. They were still ignoring him.
He fished around in his backpack once more and fished out a spherical black device with a bunch of red lights all over it and hit a switch, causing the lights to randomly blink. He stared into it for a while.
"Aliens. I knew it! You won't make me take my radiation shield off ever! Stay away from me!!" He yelled, running further into the precint.

Rick kept on moving. The zombies were everywhere. He outran the first group but now they were everywhere. He hadn't wasted ammo on any of them: it was to big a group and wasting a shot would be foolish. Finally, he seemed to get away from them. He stopped and rested for a bit. He knew they would be back later. His main goal now was to find someone, preferably a member of UBCS. He looked around. The coast seemed clear. He started moving out, when he felt something touch his leg. Instantly he was tripped by this thing, He looked over to where he was attacked, and saw what looked like a skinned person with a very long tounge. "Sh*t, a Licker." The licker sent it's tounge out again, but this time Rick cut some of it off.The Licker recoiled slightly, and Rick took a shot at it. It's leg blasted off it's body, but this only slowed it down a little bit.

Mikhail turned to Carlos "When are seeing a lot of USBC's teams here." Mikhail got out of the land rover and Carlos too. "What the hell are you idots doing?" Mikhail looked back to see the zombies coming. "Everyone out now we better get the hell out of here before that BOW attacks us again!" Mikhail pointed his M4 at the other USBC team. "Also you up there calling us aliens come out so we can see you."

Tyler bails out helping their secret agent out of the car as well. They still had some breathing space before more zombies caught up with them. He concentrates on rear guard duties leveling his shotgun at the zombies in the distance..

Racoon City Police Department, 2146 Hours UBCS

Solotov stepped forward his gun slung casually across his chest.

"There is no other UBCS team here fool. The closest team to us is halfway across the city mopping up Test Subjects. Anyway, where is Nicholai? He is ment to be with your team."

Racoon City Police Department, 2147 Hours UBCS

"Nicholai, that bastard he deserted us.He find out he was a Observer. Umrbrella has planted in each Platoon a Observer to view a BOW. Carlos and I are all that's left of Delta Platoon." Mikhail looked at the leader of the Umrbrella

OOC: The U.B.C.S has only four platoons comprised of 120 men.

OOC: As I said. Im depolying teams. Not platoons. And Solotov is only the leader of the team you see.

IC: Outside Racoon Police Department, 2157 UBCS. 2nd Day.
"You couldn't possibly be that naive as to why Umbrella dispatched us. We are all either here to observe B.O.W or to be the combat data needed."

Solotov turned his back on Mikhail and Carlos.

"We shall leave you for now for we are tasked to hunt Tyrant... unless you lot would like to come. We should also deal with the increasing zombie presence behind us but before we do. Do you have any experience fighting a B.O.W?"

The Agent Stood up, moving out of the vehicle and heading over to the group of people talking, He still hasn't removed his gas mask...

"Whats going on here?"

The Agent spoke, unholstering his M4, while absentmindedly checking its ammo count...

Despite the fact the licker was missing a leg, it moved with speed towards Rick. He met it with another rifle blast, this time to the thigh.The licker's tounge shoot out and grabbed Rick, and flung him away. Rick hit a dumpster. He got up and saw the licker moving towards him again.He was ready this time. It shot it's tounge out at him. In a split second, Rick sidestepped the tounge and hacked half of it off with his knife.The licker shrieked in pain, and Rick finally got a clear shot at it's head. It took to shots two to end the beast's life. Rick breathed in heavily and reloaded his rifle. He looked for a good place to find someone. "Police Department?" he thought. He headed over there before blowing the brains out of another zombie blocking his path.

"Aim for the head" Tyler repeats to himself like a prayer and opened fire on a zombie 20 metres away.

The head explodes but another zombie takes its place.

"Mikhail, I'm counting at least 20 stiffs back here and they're getting closer. Can't we take this discussion somewhere else?"

"Urmbrella didn't tell us that we would observe. They sent the U.B.S.C. into fight of the zombies and the B.O.W.s. When we got here the U.B.S.C. got wiped out. I know Delta is barely living. I don't know about the other three platoons. Anyways we can't help you see that agent back their he told us we get out here if we help him. So were going to a mission. Oh the other two people with us are civilians Tyler and Michael. We can't really go anywhere since they shot are car." Mikhail said as he looked at Solotov.

OOC: Canad only your platoon was deployed. Alpha, Bravo and Charlie did NOT get deployed.

IC: Outside Racoon Police Department, 2208 Hours. UBCS. Day 2.

"Your platoon was under fed infomation. As I said, we are here to serve as combat data and to observe B.O.W behaviour. The zombie infestation will be solved when Umbrella insiders coax the President into helping."

Solotov raised his MP5 and fire off a round past Mikhails ear and into the head of a zombie nearing one of the civilians.

"This 'agent' will not help you escape. If you try to fly out Nemesis will shoot you down. He was deployed in the Clock Tower, not to far from Municpal Hall. Thats why you must come with us and fight these B.O.Ws. It may be deadly but in the end killing them is the only way out of this hell hole."

somewhere in the cop station 2200

Michael slowed down a little after fleeing the aliens dressed as bikers, realising that they aren't following him. His black painted foil covered hat seemed to work against their radiation very well indeed. Maybe that's why they couldn't see him?
He stepped into what looked like a detectives' room, several cubicles lined the walls, with filing cabinets, desks, a coffee station, and thankfully a working computer. Looking around, he spied a heavy filing cabinet and pushed it with much grunting and sweating against the door, barricading himself in.

"Right, I got a computer, lots of files to look through, a water cooler, and an endless supply of coffee." He said out loud to himself, uncaring of who was listening "Is it me or did I just walk through hell to get to heaven?"

rubbing his hands together, he made himself an extra strong coffee, shot open a file cabinet, installed the newspaper office's hard drive to the police computer, flicked it on and got down to breaking through the police and newspaper security systems.

Rick finally made it to the Police Department. He quietly moved into the station. "Damn, Nothing here." Or at least that's what he thought. He noticed a goup of people talking. He tried to be as stealthy as possible. He could hear bits of the conversation. One man kept talking about B.O.W.s, and mentioned something called Nemesis. Rick wondered whether or not to show himself. He decided to wait until he knew more, but for now he would stay in the Police Department.

"Jesus I just want to get the hell out of here. Fine, Carlos and I will join you to finish the job we were sent here to finish." Mikhail walked toward Solotov. While Carlos faced the other direction shooting the zombies. "How are we going to find the tyrant and which type is it?"

Tyler pumps another shell into the shotgun and shoots missing his target.

"Damm it" he mutters and this time hits the head of his target at less than 5 metres range..

OOC: Kreil seems to be getting comfy. Time to use the first of the 5 mercenaries I planned to hire....

IC: Racoon City Precinct, 2228 Hours Jack Krouser, 1st Day.

Jack stood slowly as he heard a squeaky voice saying something about coffee. Jack Krouser was an Umbrella Mercenary hired to stop people going to deep into the whole R.C affair and to neutralize all possible threats who had the possibility of revealing who was behind the virus that caused what Racoon City was today.

Jack removed his .50 Desert Eagle from its holster around his chest (Private Investigator like Holster, Shoulders... etc) and attached the silencer he got from one of his back pouches. He raised the laser sight to the computer hard drive and pulled the trigger, sending a bullet through the fragile piece of machinery and ducked down behind a filing cabinet. Hopefully the man wouldn't see him.

Rick noticed zombies. "Shit." He also noticed they were going to kill a man with a Zepplin shirt on. Rick aimed his rifle and killed a zombie. The man with the Zepplin shirt looked like he had shit himself. Rick killed another zombie, and another before they noticed he was here. "A little help here!" Rick yelled. He had already given away his position, so he would just have to live with it. He sliced a zombie's face open with his knife and swung the knife so hard he actually decapitated it. However there were more zombies, and he struggled to keep one away from him. "Help Dammit!"

"Well, It looks like your all going to get along, fine however, I have other orders... these orders do not involve Destroying any of Umbrellas Bio Weapons"

The Agent Turned to leave... once again Checking his ammunition...

Outside Racoon City Police Department, 2236 hours. UBCS. 2nd Day.

"We were not briefed on how Tyrant was 'created' but we were told on how big it was... and lets just say you won't miss him. Now answer my question. Have you ever fought or even met a B.O.W?"

Solotov waited.

"My orders aren't to destroy Umbrella's bio-weapons and I have other orders." said the wounded man.

The party of 4 laughed.

"Who said anything about destroying? All we have to do is neutralize Nemesis so we can extract. Nothing about killing it."

wanting to conserve ammunition Tyler slings his shotgun over his shoulder and strike out with his baseball bat.

One hard swing later a zombies head gets pulped and he moves into another one.

"you're out!" he says and another head smashes. Knowing he's got some help in his fight he keeps striking out at any zombie who gets too close..

Mikhail noticed a guy getting attacked by zombie. "Carlos over there!" Mikhail pointed toward the guy. They enleashed a fury of bullets on the zombies. They kept on firing until all of the zombies around him were dead. "Tyler are you going to join us or get eaten by the zombies." Then Mikhail shot a zombie in front of Tyler. Mikhai turned toward Solotov. "Well on the first day we fought against a MA-121 Hunter Beta and a MA-124 Hunter Gamma. We shot those damn thing up good. One of my men was eaten by the Gamma. Also the thing that attacked was a Tyrant and is in the Police Station."

OOC: It was Nemesis if you read the post and it jumped out the window if you read the post. Edit your statement? :P

Tyler shrugged his shoulders and says "I didn't want to be on the menu but the stiffs have other ideas. I was just conserving ammo.

If its a hunt we've got i'm ready for it"

OOC: Nemesis is a Tyrant T-103, but injected with Nemesis Parasite hence the name.

Rick took a breather after the zombies were shot up. He reloaded the rifle. "You guys encountered Hunters? Yeah, well add Lickers to the equation. I killed one, just barely. Also my names Rick McCarthy. Umbrella hired me. They told me to find anyone with the UBCS and I would recieve further instructions. So, tell me where I'm needed and I'm there. I've got a good shot, and I can handle myself in close combat."

The Agent Climbed back into the Range Rover, even with a Flat tire, the Range rover was a sturdy enough vehicle to be able to continue with a flat, he wasn't planning on traveling far regardless, he only needed to get to the Power Generator and back..

No one had removed the keys, and with a quick motion the Agent started the engine, slammed it into first and pulled away quickly, avoiding the Desruction, and anyone else who might attempt to stop his Mission....

OOC: Actually if you watch the movie of RE2 you find out how he was created. Human got cut by an evolved Licker.

OOC: Well in the game he is created by the way I stated.

Michael hit the floor drawing his colt.
"Sonofabitch!" He yelled "You're CIA arent you! What's this T virus huh?"
Swearing loudly, he stuffed his backpack with a bunch of files. Noting a microwave, he grabbed all the metal cutlery, stuffed them inside and stuck it on for a thirty seconds on high. Hopefully that would attract enough attention so the assassin wouldn't be able to make a silent kill. then he dove through a window into the hall and ran like hell. Unfortunately the only way to go was up the stairs...

Racoon City Precinct, 2307 Hours Jack Krouser, 1st Day.

Jack looked at the microwave. Smart move. Smart nerd. Jack made a dash for the door while stealing a look at the microwave.

17 Seconds.

Jack jumped over the desks and dodged the computers before making a spectacular dive out the door as the microwave exploded. Krauser grunted as he put his Deagle into its place and chased after the man.

Michael began to smell a faint tinge of burning electrical circuits, about the nastiest smell there was.
"So the arcing had burned through the walls of the microwave and set fire to the electronics, meaning I have just set fire to the raccoon city police station, huh?" He muttered.


CIA headquarters

unidentified voice 1:"Sir? We have some action on operation free radical."

unidentified voice 2:"Excellent, patch it through the the main terminal." the sound of a receiver being replaced in it's cradle "Listen up, guys, Operation: Free Radical is hotting up. Please only watch it while you're off duty."

Footsteps behind him...

"You'll never take me alive you bastards!" He screamed, spying another door, leading into pitch blackness. he ran through it, closed and locked it, then used the lights of his device to find a decent hiding spot, drew his colt and waited, revolver trained at the door...

OOC: Nemesis could pick you up, put a tentacle through your head and its over but I want you to live more. Your fun :D

IC: Racoon Police Department, 2335 Hours. Nemesis

"S.T.A.R.S...." Nemesis muttered as a small man ran into the room it was standing in.

Threat Level = Moderate

Nemesis strode over to the man who turned around, pointing the gun at itself.

Threat Level = Medium-High

"S.T.A.R.S...."

Nemesis picked up the small man by the head and threw him through the door he just came through and stumbled out after him.

Guy with little gun behind me, or thing with huge gun and tentacles in there... Michael thought, and swiftly decided that if he had to go through the agent, he would.
Standing up, making sure he still had his radiation shield on, he ran like hell back the way he came, not even noticing if the agent was still there, through the steadily increasing cloud of black smoke coming from the detective room, out the door, straight into a guy with a shotgun and a baseball bat, sending both to the ground, Michael executing what would probably go down as the worst somersault in history.
Getting to his feet, moved his pistol's aim between the four guys.

"You all sent here to kill me as well, eh?" He said slowly "Well what are you waiting for? you got a free shot! And I'd rather it be a bullet than the tentacles of that...that...thing chasing me. Wait.."
He reached into his backpack to retrieve his device, switching it on and waving it aimlessly at the four before slowly reholstering his revolver.
"Well well, you don't seem to be government. Or aliens like those leathery freaks inside, what's your deal huh?"

Rick stared at the man who just ran into the Zepplin guy. He was one messed up dude. "Uh, can I ask you something? What the hell is your problem? Also do you guys plan on hunting that Nemesis thing with those four dudes or are you going somewhere else? I haven't recieved any orders from anyone in the UBCS yet, so I'm going to travel with you guys."

"Hunt the big thing? HAHAHAHAHA!! Just wait a few seconds, it just threw me through the door. It'll be out soon, right after it gets rid of the guy that tried to kill me with a silenced pistol."

Racoon Police Department, 0007 hours. Nemesis

Jack watched as the wriggly snake nerd run by him and do some sort of jump onto the ground and run outside. Krauser softly chuckled and looked down the hall to see what he is was running from and there standing next to him was Nemesis.

"S.T.A.R.S...."

Threat Level = Maximum

Nemesis threw its left arm around Krausers head in a hook punch would sent him hard into the wall, leaving a large ident with smaller pieces of bricks crumbling onto the crack floor. Krauser stood, wiping the blood from his mouth and coughed.

"Damn..."

He raised his Deagle and put 4 shots in Nemesis' head. The effects were minimum. Most noticable were the 4 small wounds.

"Shit..." He said as he swayed on the spot, his vision beginning to blurr.

Nemesis raised its right hand and covered Krauser's face with it and in a split second shot a tenticle through its palm and into Krauser's face. Killing him instantly. Nemesis dropped the body to the floor and continued after its original target.

Outside Racoon Police Department, 0012 Hours UBCS. 2nd Day.

Solotov grew serious as he stepped forward.

"Nemesis? Nemesis is heading this way!?"

Mikhail looked at Rick. "Well just so you know I'm the leader of the U.B.C.S. Delta Platoon." Mikhail wondered why this Rick need to talk to the U.B.C.S. Mikhail pointed his M4 at the in coming zombies. As he shot his M4 a zombies head exploded. "Get ready Carlos here come the BOW. Let's kill that bastard!" Carlos pointed toward the police office. Mikhail put a new magizine into his M4.

"Probably. Don't know what those biker aliens in there are doing. I yelled at them and they didn't even register that I was there. Oh yeah, I also probably started an electrical fire in there too. It may burn the building down, or it might just smoulder and fill the place with toxic smoke." Michael shrugged, the information was ruined before he started the microwave fire anyway. "I was THIS close to some creepy stuff in the hard drives too. You know that there's types of zombies that climb walls and kill you with their tongue? AND there's this..." He stopped, aiming a suspicious eye at the four guys "Yes, well, there's dangerous stuff out there. The only info I managed to get out of there was these." He added, producing the files from his backpack. "Oh, and something wierd about a power generator, but the guy shot it before I could read any details."

"This Nemesis thing is coming here? Whatever it is, I think getting every gun we have, and emptying our magazines into it should at least stun the thing... Nothing survives 10 .357 slugs, followed by 15 .45 ACPs, and topped off with 8 12 guage Slugs(OOC: not shells, slugs, because I like slugs better) without some kind of damage... And plus, we have, by my count, 7 people with M-4s... If there's something that can take all that, we should just run like hell, and not even bother discussing this..."

"Hey wasn't there a jeep here before? We should get in it and drive off."

Mikhail still pointed toward the police station turned his head around. "No that agent guy stole it. Anyways it had a flat tire." Carlos was getting a little trigger happy, but he was still nervous.

Mikhail still pointed toward the police station turned his head around. "No that agent guy stole it. Anyways it had a flat tire." Carlos was getting a little trigger happy, but he was still nervous.

"Well, then, guess we get to lock and load." Mike drew the .45 he had acquired, and made sure he had a full magazine in both guns, before he re-holstered the pistols, and got out the SPAS-12, and took aim at the office.

Racoon City Police Department, 0036 Hours UBCS. 2nd Day.

The UBCS team waved their guns.

"These are MP5's. Mikhail and his bitch have M4's. Though we are to stay and fight. Nemesis will only hunt us down later. And with him walking there is no way out of town. So lock and load."

Solotov's team began loading fresh magazines into their guns and setting their sights for the RPD door.

Racoon City Police Department, 0036 Hours Nemesis

Nemesis landed with a thud on the hard, cold floor in the RPD lobby. His rocket launched and gattling gun making loud noises as he stepped. Nemesis ran, at a suprising speed for his size, to the door and kicked it open. Immediately he tracked 9 people.

Civilians: 0
S.T.A.R.S: 0
Combat Threats: 9

"S.T.A.R.S...."

Nemesis opened fire with its gattling gun. Tearing up the road with the high powered slugs. It watched as an UBCS team dived behind a nearby wall for cover. In sheer pissed-off-ness Nemesis raised its rocket launcher and shot a rocket into the building across from the RPD, showering all on the road in rubble and debris.

"Hey, does anyone know what stars means? The thing said stars and chucked me through a door, it seems to be the only word it knows." He said making sure his colt was fully loaded.
"Ohcrap..."

Michael decided to do something really stupid. He put the colt in his backpack and tried to look innocent...
He was beginning to realize that shooting it would only piss it off.

The SPAS bucked against Mikes shoulder once, twice, a third time, in rapid succession, before he rolled to the side and began firing again, letting off two more blasts before being forced to evade once again, finally, the last three shells were expended, and he drew his appropriated 1911... "Whatever you might have, cut loose with it... I don't care if you pull a M-2 outta your ass, just kill the damn thig before we're all toasted by that .50 cal gatling he's got there..."

OOC: Krei you'd be suprised to know something... that does work. In the movie a civilian drops 2 gold pistols and saves himself from Nemesis.

Racoon City Police Department, 0038 Hours Nemesis

As Nemesis hailed fire upon the hostiles its scanner kept scanning and picked up..

Civilians: 1
S.T.A.R.S: 0
Combat Threats: 8

Nemesis stopped shooting at the civilian and continued firing upon the remaining targets. Bullets spraying across the landscape.

Mikhail shot his M4 and kept on reloading. Carlos got a grenade and threw it at Nemesis. "Give it hell Carlos." Mikhail got his Beratta out and started to shoot it too. He would switch between the two weapons.

(OOC: my thinking was: pistol vs big armour plated monster that chucked me through a door, and probably gristled the guy hunting me with assassin's guns)

Michael ran to cover behind the debris of the building and thought of his situation, there's zombies out there, there's a bigger zombie right here, but it doesn't appear to be shooting at me right now. He pulled his device out and stared into it, seeking an answer to the question of what the hell am I gonna do now?

OOC: No one is taking cover like my team? If you don't you'll become chop-suei. Ill give you one more post before I decide to let a bullet hit you fatally.

IC: Racoon City Police Department, 0036 Hours Nemesis

Nemesis continued firing as he felt the impact of countless bullets collide with his strong outer armor. It growled with frustration. Nemesis dumped the .50 cal and began reloading the rocket launcher when a grenade hit him square in the head.

"S.T.A.R.S...."

Nemesis caught the grenade as it fell down and threw it back into the hostiles before he continued to reload the rocket launcher.

"Shit!" Mikhail and Carlos both ran for cover. They hide inside a building "Mr.Solotov, that guy isn't going down soon. So how are we going to kill it."

OOC: Mike has been moving out of the way, since the gun can only point in one direction at once, with him off to the side, away from where the gun is pointing, he's reasonably safe for the time being.

IC:

Mike saw the grenade coming back, and ducked behind a police car(or insert some other form of convenient cover if there are no police cars available), then he opened fire with the 1911, blasting out 15 shots, pausing to reload, and blasting out 15 more, repeatng the process ad nauseum, either until he got shot at, and was forced to find sturdier cover, or until he ran out of ammo for the .45...

Racoon City Police Department, 0106 Hours UBCS. 2nd Day

Solotov and his team relaxed as the firing from Nemesis eased and they popped up and returned fire as Mikail and Carlos crept next to them.

"How are we ment to kill it?" Mikail asked.

Solotov stopped firing and turned to Mikail.

"Umbrella says it just takes a few shots to the head. If we could get the shotgun guy close enough for a few point blank range shots he should be incapacitated for a few minutes. Though we should be careful about not destroying his armor as he becomes stronger without it."

Michael heard the grenade detonate and got his answer right there, get inside a building and leave the gun where it is. He put the device away and slowly stood up, fear making him come close to wetting himself, but his survivalist training was preventing him from running away from a predator. Running away from a wild predator was asking for it to jump on you and rip your throat out. Slowly, and frequently looking over his shoulder, he began to back off to the building behind the rocketed building, making sure the monster was in his vision and his hands were both visible.

Tyler had the same idea.

"this works in the movies" he mutters to himself as he works round the back of a burning police car and gets within 20 metres of the nemesis.

He aims for Nemesis' head and pumps 10 shots in the creatures direction.

(at least 1/2 of them will impact on its body armour but enough should hit it to make it take notice of Tyler).

after firing off his rounds he ducks back into cover making sure he had left one round for himself.

Mike decided that the .45, powerful as an anti-personnel weapon though it was, was not the proper weapon for this fight. He grabbed up the shotgun from where it lay on the ground, and began reloading it, slug after slug slotted home, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. It was about that time that he noticed the firing had died down, so, instead of popping back up and firing some more, he got low to the ground, and made a run for the building where everyone seemed to be sheltering.

"What the hell are we going to do with Nemesis once we capture it." Mikhail kept on shooting his M4 at the Nemesis. Carlos went to a back alley to check out a police SUV. If they couldn't take down the Nemesis they would escape in the SUV. Carlos saw the dead corpse of a police officer. The officer jumped out to eat Carlos. He shot him in the head. The zombie fell to the ground. Carlos saw the keys and checked the fuel everything was fine. He went back and gave a OK to Mikhail. Carlos put the keys in his pocket. Mikhail secertly told Tyler and Mike.

Racoon City Police Department, 0118 Hours Nemesis

Nemesis took notice of the various hostiles moving.

"S.T.A.R.S...." He moaned as he finished reloading the rocket launcher and picked up the gattling gun.

Nemesis pulled the trigger again and began to fill the area with metal. As Nemesis watched a hostile make a move for the large congregation of other hostiles, Nemesis sent out a long tentacle from its back which shot out and wrapped around the targets legs, tripping it up. Nemesis roared with victory as it pulled the human (Michael O'Neal) closer towards itself. It could hear the frantic screams for help as Nemesis positioned the human on its chest as cover.

"S.T.A.R.S..." It muttered again as it held Michael in place.

OOC: Canad you kill all the zombies you find so easily. Maybe have a struggle with it... stuff like that. Its more respectable to die awesomely then to kill everything. Anyway.

Racoon City Police Department, 0125 Hours UBCS. 2nd Day

Solotov and his team ceased fire as they saw Nemesis beginning to use Mike as a human shield.

"No one said anything about capturing it."

It had Mike pinned, yes, but it also had a 12 gauge shotgun pointing directly under its chin now... Mike squeezed his eyes shut, leaned back as far as he could, hoped he didn't lose his hearing, and fired. He jerked the trigger twice, then his finger slipped, but he recovered, and he jerked the trigger twice more before he lost his grip on the gun due to its impressive recoil.

Rick pulled out his rifle and took aim. He hit Nemesis right between the eyes. It seemed to have little effect though. He took another shot. Nemesis turned his attention to Rick and dropped the man he was using as a shield.. Nemesis lifted the Gatling Gun. Rick dove for cover and waited out the barrage. He popped up and took a shot, this time hitting Nemesis in the hand. Nemesisdropped the Gatling Gun, but instead of picking it up, he sent a tentacle out to grab Rick. The tentacle began to crush Rick. Rick tryed stabbing the tentacle, but it didn't work. He grabbed his rifle, and took a badly aimed shot. The shot hit the spot where the tentacle was coming out of. The tentacle recoiled. Rick was dropped to the ground, but Nemesis was still kicking. Rick saw one of the men grab the keys to a SUV. He moved to the man who said he was the leader of Delta. "Look, I might seem suspicious, but I'm coming with you. I can fight, and I'm under orders from Umbrella to join a UBSC group. But I really want revenge. Umbrella has messed up things in my life.I-" before he could finish, Nemesis grabbed him and threw him to the ground. The last thing he heard before he blacked out was "STARS..."

"Carlos keep on shooting Nemesis. Try not to kill Mike." Mikhail said as he unloaded a whole magizine.

Down to his last shell Tyler worked his way back to where Mikhail was and asked "is there anymore shells for this?"

"what The Hell Are You Morons Thinking!?! Come Over Here And Shoot At It, Don't Just Pot It From Range!!! If I Get Shot You Are All Gonna Die Horrible And Painful Deaths, Right After I Kill This Fucker!!!!

Mikhail handed Tyler his Beratta. "Use this instead." Mikhail ran toward the Nemesis. He unleashed bullets an kept on running. Mikhail thought about his days in the Soviet Union. He came point blank range and pulled the trigger. He shot a whole magizine into him at point blank.

Someone smacked Rick in the face and woke him up. He didn't know if it was purposeful or not. Nemesis and since continued to use the man as an item. Rick decided to be a bit more careful than last time. He found a good spot, and began taking shots at Nemesis. He tried to get Nemesis to drop the man. After hitting Nemesis multiple times in the Head, back, neck, and arms, Rick began to get frustrated. He had wasted nearly half of his ammo on this behemoth. He yelled in anger "Does anything do shit to this thing?!" Nemesis turned around and grabbed him with a tentacle. Instead of throwing him, he began to use Rick like a club. "Shit" Rick cursed his luck.

Tyler followed Mikhail and emptied the contents of the Beretta into the Nemesis' head at point blank range (even he couldn't miss) hoping this would help take it down.

Bullets whizzing past his ears, Michael Parkes realized that moving towards guys with guns has put him in a crossfire. He dropped to the dirt and started crawling away from the others toward some sort of cover. Tod do this and keep an eye on the monster, he was forced to do an awkward impression of a fiddler crab. After much grunting and swearing, he finally made it to cover, which, like all cover in this place at the moment, was the debris of a wrecked building.

So the newspaper office was out, the cop station was out, and he wondered where else he could get some info on what the hell was going on. He pulled out the files he stole from the police station and was disappointed that the majority was murder cases and such things. On the bottom, the name of the officer who filed the report was there. Most of them were crap, and he discarded them on the spot, until he spied the word S.T.A.R.S. in the last one. stars? like the monster said? He thought in amazement. That thing's a cop???What the hell is going on here? Although that would explain why it stopped shooting at me when I put my gun away...
At the bottom of the report, the only one he kept, he spied the name of the officer who reported the incident, which seemed to be unrelated to this crap. Chris Redfield.
If I could find out where he lives, He might have some info at home
Michael Parkes, as he is wont to do when his upper brain is in total ascendancy, completely forgot about his surroundings, checked his map, made note of where the government buildings were, stood up calmly, and walked toward the social security building, hoping to bust a hole in the computers there and find this cop's address. An observer would have thought he was walking along a beach at sundown.

Rick grabbed his knife and stabbed Nemesis in the hand. Nemesis didn't even notice it. He noticed that Nemesis had many bullet holes in his face. He took his knife and jammed it into one of the wounds. Nemesis roared. Rick kept digging the knife in deeper. He could actually see inside Nemesis' head. Rick put the end of his rifle into one of the larger wounds. He blasted Nemesis right in the brain. Nemesis roared, and dropped Rick and The other man. It seemed to have weakened, but it was still alive. "Let's use this to our advantage," Rick said to the four he was fighting with. "Get in the SUV and drive! This thing isn't gonna die soon!" He ran to the SUV and took shotgun position and waved for them to come.

Mikhail threw a knife at Nemesis. He enloaded more bullets into it's head. "This thing has to die soon" He thought.

Mike dropped, snatched up the shotgun, and blasted his last four loaded slugs right into the stunned creatures face, before he drew both pistols, and commenced to unload them into the same hole...

Rick realized that the men weren't giving up. He sighed, and using the SUV as a shield, a began to fire at Nemesis' face. He hoped it would die soon. His only weapon was his rifle, and if he ran out of ammo it was just him and his knife, which would be useless against the monsters in this city.

now out of bullets Tyler resorts back to beating Nemesis' head with the baseball bat.

anger and frustration were starting to get to him but he kept hitting the creature with all his strength

Rick was getting pissed. First he was used as a weapon, second he couldn't kill this giant zombie, and third some idiot was trying to kill Nemesis with a bat
and messing up his shot. 'Zepplin, get the hell of that thing! It's gonna kill you! Let the guys with guns handle it!"

Mikhail threw Tyler a another clip for the Beratta.

Rick finally ran out of ammo. "I need a weapon and some ammo! Anbody got anything?"

"Thanks" replied Tyler and happily reloads the pistol.

He steps back and keeps an eye out for the inevitable zombie horde that a firefight draws while the Nemesis is being riddled with bullets.

Seeing that the coast is clear he fires point blank into Nemesis' head wondering how the creature could soak up so much lead.

All the men were keeping Nemesis back with their weapons. Rick saw they couldn't give him anything. But, he noticed Nemesis' rocket launcher on the groung. He dove foward and grabbed it. "Everyone back up, I got a rocket!" The men saw this, and stopped shooting and backed up. Rick quickly figured out how to fire the weapon and aimed at the dizzy Nemesis. He hit Nemesis in his right shoulder. Nemesis flew back and hit the ground. He was motionless, with his jacket destroyed at his shoulder. His faced was singed. Rick didn't know if he was dead, but he was incappatated for awhile. "All right," Rick said. "We took the bastard out. Now I suggest we get out of here."

((Where are Monica and the Bikers?))

Michael's dream like state didn't last long. A few blocks away, the moaning of a wall of zombies woke him up, and made him decide to get his gun out again. This was mainly for comfort, for a six shooter wouldn't be much help here.
Spying a side alley, he made his way down it, spilling out in a parallel street, and he ran like hell.
It was about 3 am when he finally got to the social security building, forced an entry, letting a couple of rounds off into the alarm box, because the noise was annoying him, and searched for a terminal, which there was a couple.
Having learned that staying in one place will let the government track you and send out assassins, he quickly cracked the database, got what he needed, paused to change a couple of things about his own records, and unloaded his gun into the screen and tower.
Reloading the pistol, he set off.

CIA Headquarters 0300

Announcement: Attention, Attention, All those who bet on Operation: Free Radical not surviving the first day, please forward your money to the Deputy Director: Operations before close of business today, thank you.

CIA Headquarters 0305 day2

voice one: Why are we watching this guy, anyway, he's an idiot.

voice two: Because that idiot has accidentally stumbled on to more threats to national securities than any field agent. He's like a canary in a mineshaft, he goes where the trouble is...

OOC: After this post Canad no longer can RP with Carlos. Also Nemesis will be harder to kill and find.

Racoon City Police Department Nemesis

Nemesis fell to the ground after being hit in the shoulder with a rocket. His arm lying several feet away. He couldn't move but it felt the time was right to mutate.

Mutation Level 2

Nemesis began to convulse as its body began to increase in size and power, the armor it was wearing slowly cracked and fell off its body, the wounds in its face slowly regenerating along with his arm. It stood back up to see the fools escaping because they thought he was dead.

"S.T.A.R.S...."

He picked up the rocket launcher and gattling gun and shot a rock into the ally way where they were heading, causing the walls to cave in. Then Nemesis' chest cavity broke open with a sickening crack through which a further tentacle came out. Nemesis opened fire with the Gattling gun while sending its tentacle out. It wrapped around Carlos' head and whipped him closer to the tentacles host. Satisfied it had successfully captured a hostile Nemesis turned its back and ran deep into the police station and out the window it originally left from.

((Where are Monica and the Bikers?))

No Idea but from what I pieced together your around the back of the police station or in the carpark away from Nemesis.

Raccoon City, The Redfield Residence 0600

Three hours. Three freaking hours it took him to find this place, dodging zombies, dodging other zombies, dodging still more zombies. I mean how many of the freaking things are there? He wondered silently. If he had to count, there would be at least a few hundred he had seen so far, and he hadn't been around most of the city.
Now he stood at the front door of a cop's house, considering knocking on the door, about as out of character for michael as he could think of, but tentacle boy had begun to change quite a few of his perspectives lately, so he swallowed his fears, and knocked loudly...

"No, you bastard!" Mikhail said while shooting at the Nemesis. Seeing the Nemesis mutate. He knew if he keeping on shooting at it the Nemesis would kill him. "Tyler give me back my Beratta you get in the SUV now! Tell anyone who wants to live come with us." Ran toward the police station, but he wasn't going inside. Mikhail picked up Carlos' M4 and the keys to the police SUV. "Now I'm the last person of Delta Platoon. I don't know about Nicholai that deserter. If I ever find him I will kill shoot him and then set him on fire." He ran back to the SUV and started up the car. He backed out of the alley waiting for anyone else to get in. "Hey Solotov you can get Nemesis in there. If you go in there you will die. Rick and Mike you can come with me, but hurry befor Nemesis comes back out."

OOC: There is well over 100 thousand zombies in the City not counting the dead zombies in Resident Evil 2 and 3 or the countless survivors scattered throughout (Figured out in Resident Evil 4 when it says 'A head count of well over 100 thousand' Certaintly that many living people was there?). Also the ally that connected everyone to the SUV was blocked by Nemesis.

It didn't take Rick long to junp in to the SUV. If Nemesis could take a shot with a rocket then, he would be a hell of a lot stronger now. "Anybody got a spare weapon?" he asked as he got in the SUV.

NO SUV. ALLY BLOCKED. DO U UNDERSTANDO!?

OOC- sorry my bad

OOC- sorry my bad

Coolio :P

"I need a weapon!" Rick yelled. The plan to get out was foiled by Nemesis, and he had no ammo for his .223. All he had was a knife. And now Nemesis got even more vicious. The situation wasn't looking good. He started to regret his decision to take the job.

"SCATTER!!!" Mike started stowing his weapons, and running erratically away from the Nemesis, he realised that without his guns being out, he wasn't considered a threat. "Everybody put up your guns and run like hell! Meet up at Town Hall later!"

Yeah be scared czo Nemesis and Tyrant are cooooooming :)

Yeah be scared czo Nemesis and Tyrant are cooooooming :)

OOC: By the time we meet Tyrant, I intend to have "Matilda", Mike's Elephant Gun.

Rick took of and tried to follow Mike. Without his rifle he felt helpless, but Nemesis didn't touch him, even though he could have killed him. After he lost Nemesis, he pulled out his knife. He would have to use close combat to fight the zombies. Right now he needed to get to the Town Hall.

OOC: By the time we meet Tyrant, I intend to have "Matilda", Mike's Elephant Gun.

Would "Matilda" be the same gun from Resident Evil 4? It will still take a bit to kill Tyrant. Tyrnant > Saddler. Saddler needed alot to be taken down. By the way if you bothered to read my posts Nemesis is GONE and took Carlos....

Michael was having some more serious doubts as to why he was knocking on the door
I mean, what the hell am I going to say to the guy if he answers? Hey, I just thought I'd rummage through your hard drive so I can find out about this virus is that ok? And now that I think about it, what the hell is a cop going to have at home about a coverup like this anyway?

Shaking his head for his sheer stupidity, Michael decided that he must be tired. He stopped at the first semi destroyed house he could find, climbed up up into the ceiling cavity and fell asleep on the insulation fibers, thanking the lord that asbestos was outlawed. His dreams were about zombies wearing umbrella insignias like those soldiers were.

Would "Matilda" be the same gun from Resident Evil 4? It will still take a bit to kill Tyrant. Tyrnant > Saddler. Saddler needed alot to be taken down. By the way if you bothered to read my posts Nemesis is GONE and took Carlos....

OOC: Hehe oops... I must have missed that part about him leaving... I noticed that he took Carlos though.

Next, Matilda is an .80 cal, Double Barreled, Elephant Gun. I haven't played RE4 yet, so I wouldn't know if that's what it is there as well.

Mike stopped... "Wait a second, that thing just left, didn't it??? So what the hell am I running for???" He turned around to check... Yep, no Nemesis. Well then... Time to stroll back to the guys and act like that never happened.

Outside Racoon Police Department UBCS

Solotov and his team turned to the fleeing man and roared with laughter before looking to Mikail and his expression turned serious.

"Im sorry but no doubt Carlos is dead. Nemesis doesn't take prisoners and he did fire upon him."

Mike simply walked up to Solotov and his men, and gave them the finger, "Fuck off... Anyway, what do we do now, we lost our rides, both of them, we're low on ammo, and that other guy went off and didn't even have the sense to come back..."

Outside Racoon Police Department UBCS

The mans sudden outburst forced them to laugh harder. Briggs turned to him.

"Listen you little shit, if it wasn't for...." he was cut off by Jason.

"Is that a little girl?" He asked pointing down the road to a small outline in the distance, its screaming sounding distinctively girl-ish.

"Holy shit it is!"

The UBCS team stood up and looked towards her.

Outside Racoon Police Department UBCS

The mans sudden outburst forced them to laugh harder. Briggs turned to him.

"Listen you little shit, if it wasn't for...." he was cut off by Jason.

"Is that a little girl?" He asked pointing down the road to a small outline in the distance, its screaming sounding distinctively girl-ish.

"Holy shit it is!"

The UBCS team stood up and looked towards her.

"Well, fuck... Who thinks we should be helping her out?"

Tyler gives Mikhail back his pistol and says "i'll take a look and I won't be long"

he moves quickly towards the screams keeping his bat handy and hoping there won't be to many stiffs to fight when he gets there..

Tyler gives Mikhail back his pistol and says "i'll take a look and I won't be long"

he moves quickly towards the screams keeping his bat handy and hoping there won't be to many stiffs to fight when he gets there..

"So, is he insane or just stupid? Goddammit..." Mike trotted off after him, unlimbering the shotgun as he went, if there wre undead there, they'd need more than just a baseball bat.

OOC: No... I plan for her to mutate on your asses when you get there. Probably a licker....

Mikhail ran and followed Tyler. "I'm not going to lose another person. So let's check this out then find a way to get away from the police station."

OOC: No... I plan for her to mutate on your asses when you get there. Probably a licker....

OOC: Hate you... Then again, I've got a shotgun, and 2 pistols, I think I can handle a single Licker...

OOC: I have two M4 and a Beratta. The licker will be a puss of blood.

OOC: Will someone make the post of reaching her. She is going to have some dialogue.... mutate.... lick someone... then as you guys said.... die :(

OOC: I was gonna let Baseball Bat do it... But hey, whatever.

IC:

Mike finally trotted up to the girl, shotgun held at the ready. "Who are you, and what's going on?"

Tyler reaches the girl and says "theres nothing to worry about. You're safe now"

Mikhail pointed his M4 at the girl. "Don't get near her untill we know that she isn't infected."

OOC: Thats was an incredibley shit post... ><

IC:
The little girl ran at Tyler cry and collapsed into his out-stretched arms.

"They are coming..." she murmmered into his ear.

"Hey girl get the hell away from Tyler. If you don't get off I will blow your brains out." Mikhail said as he still pointed his M4 at the girl.

OOC: Thats was an incredibley shit post... ><

IC:
The little girl ran at Tyler cry and collapsed into his out-stretched arms.

"They are coming..." she murmmered into his ear.

"Well Mikhail, it's a little late for that now, ain't it???" He turned to Tyler, "Get away from her man, make sure she's clean like Mikhail said..." Mike dropped the shotgun, worried he'd hit Tyler, and pulled his pistols, which he promptly trained on the girl.

Tyler says to the girl "whose coming?" and taking the advice of his friends keeps a little distance..

Racoon City UBCS

The UBCS team caught up with the rest of the group in time to hear Mikail make a threat against the little girl.

Briggs promptly shot him in the back of the knee.

"Don't threaten little girls."

Solotov disregarded what happened and threw his hand over Briggs' mouth.

"Shut up and let nature take its coarse." He said with a grin.

The little girl began to whimper on the mans shoulder.

"Its going to happen...." She said softly.

Her body began to convulse, her skin was slowly being ripped to compensate for her now larger size. Her mutation over quickly (Zombie! Ha ha got you guys.) she hissed and pinned Tyler to the ground snapping at his neck.

Monica pulled out her 9mm, examined the clip, and slammed it back in. All of her biker-buddies had been killed or ran off when the Nemesis showed up, so now she was alone. She ran out the front door and hopped on her bike, and drove off to where she saw the others go...


((And where are all of you?))

Mike opened fire on the new beast, emptying both clips as fast as possible, before dropping the .45, reloading the .357, and opening fire again. It was likely he'd hit Tyler, but a bullet was more survivable than having his head removed...

saved

Tyler felt a bullet enter his arm and pass through as he tried to push the creature of him and up so the others could get a clear shot.

His strength fading he really though this was going to be the end for him but as long as the others were shooting he had a chance.

OOC: Who cares where we are? :P Just post coming to us. A little girl is currently trying to rape Tyler rofl.

"Die you bitch!" He opened fire on the zombie with his M4. He aimmed for her head.

How the fuck can you shoot!? Briggs shot you in the back of the kneecap. You should be on the floor hurting.

OOC: Who cares where we are? :P Just post coming to us. A little girl is currently trying to rape Tyler rofl.

OOC: Rememberm, you can't rape the willing...:p

IC:

Mike adjusted his aim after he saw the splash of red on Tylers arm, he slammed home his last .375 magazine, and opened fire again.

OOC: Great...A reverse pedophile? :P

IC:

Monica stumbeld upon the group again. Carlos was on the floor, and a little girl had joined the group, along with a few new people.

"What the hell is going on here?"

She asked.

OOC: Not a little girl anymore, it's a Licker, kill it!!!

"Hey cheese dick why did you shoot me. You stupid are something?" said as he pulled out his beratta if the zombie got near him. Mikhail was putting a bandage on it.

OOC: Great...A reverse pedophile? :P

IC:

Monica stumbeld upon the group again. Carlos was on the floor, and a little girl had joined the group, along with a few new people.

"What the hell is going on here?"

She asked.
>< People not reading posts makes me want to /explode. Carlos is presumed dead. Nemesis got him and Mikail is the one we shot.

despite Tylers best efforts he feels a lot of pain as the lickers claws dig into his left arm drawing blood.

"Damm you" he shouts and tries harder to kick out of the lickers hold.

OOC: Yes, well, this RP is very frantic and disorganized.

IC:

She arrived to see the group had been joined by a Licker/Zombie/What ever. She had encountered one of these things earlier, and had killed dozens of zombies and knew it's weak spot was the exposed brain/brain period. So she drew her 9mm and fired three shots at the cap...

/explode /explode /explode /explode /explode

Zombie. I tricked you. I said that. READ POST. /explode/explode/explode/explode/explode

/explode /explode /explode /explode /explode

Zombie. I tricked you. I said that. READ POST. /explode/explode/explode/explode/explode

OOC: Licker, Zombie, who cares, either way, it's good and dead with 3 shots in its skull...