NationStates Jolt Archive

Rick didn't know what to do. He had no weapons but a knife, and the licker was running rampant. He sighed and rushed the licker. He tackled it, catching it of guard, and began to stab it in the head. The licker grabbed him with it's tounge, but Rick started cutting that to. However, the licker already had a good hold on his arm, and he tossed him away. Rick dropped his knife. Now he had no weapon. "I might sound a little annoying, but will someone either kill the licker oR give me a frIggin' gun!"

OOC: it's a zombie

/explode /explode /explode /explode /explode

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

((OOC: It isn't my fault this RP is a cluttered mess.))

Rick didn't know what to do. He had no weapons but a knife, and the licker was running rampant. He sighed and rushed the licker. He tackled it, catching it of guard, and began to stab it in the head. The licker grabbed him with it's tounge, but Rick started cutting that to. However, the licker already had a good hold on his arm, and he tossed him away. Rick dropped his knife. Now he had no weapon. "I might sound a little annoying, but will someone either kill the licker oR give me a frIggin' gun!"

"Pick up the shotgun genius, it's got ammo in it!!!" Mike himself groped around for the .45, picked it up, and emptied his entire clip into its skull, 15 rounds of .45 ACP finally killed the thing dead.

((OOC: It isn't my fault this RP is a cluttered mess.))

Its not my fault your an illiterate 9 year old who can't read.

"Will that went well." Mikhail said as he got up with a bandage on his knee. He wanted to kill Briggs. Mikhail was a superior officer.

"Will that went well." Mikhail said as he got up with a bandage on his knee. He wanted to kill Briggs. Mikhail was a superior officer.

"Indeed..." Mike turned to Briggs, brandishing the reloaded .45, "What the hell were you thinking dumbfuck? We need every person we have, and you just injured one of the few people with an automatic weapon and the training to use it, now, if you can explain that to me intelligently, I won't shoot you dead."

Tyler kicks the corpse of him, tries to sit up and slumps down bleeding badly.

"what in the name of hell was that?" he asks weakly

"Tyler come over here. I need to check you for zombie infections." Mikhail said as he worried about Tyler being infected.

unable to sit up Tyler rolls over to Mikhail.

"promise me this. if I am infected kill me now. I'd only be a burden and a danger to you all" he says softly

Mikahil drags himself over to Tyler to tell something secertly. "When my Platoon first dropped out we went into the Raccoon City Hospital. That's where we found the Hunters and we kill them in the tanks. Their was a scientist who found a cure. Your the only person who I trust besides Carlos who is probably dead."

Mikahil drags himself over to Tyler to tell something secertly. "When my Platoon first dropped out we went into the Raccoon City Hospital. That's where we found the Hunters and we kill them in the tanks. Their was a scientist who found a cure. Your the only person who I trust besides Carlos who is probably dead."

"What the fuck am I, chooped liver with a shotgun and pistols?"

Tyler nods and says softly "in that case I'll help until i'm dead. I may not be able to fight but I can still keep an eye out for trouble"

Tyler nods and says softly "in that case I'll help until i'm dead. I may not be able to fight but I can still keep an eye out for trouble"

"Well, you want the shotgun or my .45? I only took about half the ammo I found at the gun shop, and we can walk back there easily, to get the rest of it, and maybe the rifle I saw there."

Wraith awoke on his bed, his head was pounding and his arm hurt as if someone had riped it off and stuck it on with a sledgehammer. He lay there in his boxers not knowing what had happened to him in the last 48 hours, last thing he remembered was being thrown back by a blast of some sort. What had gone on since he wondered, he could hear sirans outside and smell smoke. He slowly got up, his head still pounding but the pain in his arm had dumbed down. He slowly walked over to the window looking out. He still didnt understand why he was in his apartment, how the hell did he get there.

"holy shit" he muttered as he pulled back the curtians, he stood there for a moment looking over the chaos below, burning cars, smashed windows and crowds of people slowly walking about. some seemed to be eating dead people, others seemed to wonder as if dumb struk.

What the hells happening he thought, quickly he grabed his cloths. Throwing them quickly, first the Kavlar Vest then his white T-shirt, his jeans then a pare of fingerless gloves.

Slowly he turned the TV on to find out, nothing at all was on apart from the EBS, it gave no infomation of what was happened but it was just there. What ever had happened was bad, from what he could tell from looking outsite it was really fucking bad.

He stubbled back to his bedroom, looking around on the floor he found his backpack, handy he thought. Running into the kitchin he grab a cupple of emplty bottles, feeling them up on water, he didnt know what he was going to do but hell if he was going anywhere with out food and water. He looked though his cubords for any tinned food, only finding 2 tins of Baked beans, a tin of tuna, 2 tins of hotdogs (tho he left them) and a tin of "uncles sams best corned beef", he passed on that.

He throw what he found into his bag, he didnt know what elce he needed then it hit it. The Knife on the side, it was big and would do a hell of a lot of damage....well mainly it would be an easy way to open the tins.

He ran back to his bedroom, his heart was pounding almost has much as he head, he searched though his draws and pulled out his 9mm with 2 extra clips, grabed his keys for the S.T.A.R.S office and weapons locker and to his bike and looked round.

Wondering what elce he would take with him, remebering that he always had his shotgun in the house. Running to pick it up he cheaked it for ammo. "shit empty" he said out loud, rumaging around for ammo but he had no, must have used it all at some point or got to drunk to remeber to buy more. "well its still a mean club" he muttered.

Putting his pistol in its holster and grabed his long coat, a nice thick cow hide real leather coat. now he was ready to face the real world, only thing was his shades.

AS he walked about putting his combat boots on he heared a cracking noise, he had steped on his shades.

"your fucking kidding me....thats just grate that is" he said with a rised voice, his best and only pair of shades and he had just steped on them.

After about 20 minutes he had gathed all he needed, picking up his helmet and putting had bag on his back he went to opened the door. As he walked over to the door he looked back at his flat, wonder if i will ever see this again he thought turning the door noub.

As he opened the door he stood dead still, there in front of him was the girl from next door, standing there groning with half her face missing.

"what the fuck..." he said outload, suddenly she turned looking right at him. He stumbled back a look of horror on his face as she moved towards hims, he qiuckly draw his pistol. "hold it right fucking there" he ordered but she didnt, just kept walking towards him. "hold it" he said desprately his hands shaking closer she got, with out thinking he fired 3 times each time in the chest. She stumbled back as he lowered his pistol but then she looked up and moved quicker towards him. "holy shit" he shouted, he emptyed his clip into her sevral more shots to the chest and 2 into the head. She droped dead like a sack of patatos.

Something was vary wrong, vary vary wrong, he knew on his floor 4 other people lived there and down stairs atlest 7 others....something told him it wasnt going to be easy.

OOC: will finish off later...

"No your not. Just don't tell anyone else or the UBSC team. I don't trust them. Why would they shoot me for no reason?" Mikhail said as he gave a thumbs up.

Tyler points to his pump action shotgun lying with the corpse of the licker.

"Thanks buddy. all i need is ammo for that there and my aim is improving. I must be remembering my firearms training from my two years national guard service"

he tries to smile despite the intense pain from his left arm and the dizziness from the blood loss.

Tyler points to his pump action shotgun lying with the corpse of the licker.

"Thanks buddy. all i need is ammo for that there and my aim is improving. I must be remembering my firearms training from my two years national guard service"

he tries to smile despite the intense pain from his left arm and the dizziness from the blood loss.

"Well then, looks like our short term course is decided... We go back to the gunshop, and we collect all the ammo, and the rifle I saw.

Seeing the blood come out of Tyler's left arm Mikhail tried to patch it up with a bandage. "I hope this stops the bleeding."

Seeing the blood come out of Tyler's left arm Mikhail tried to patch it up with a bandage. "I hope this stops the bleeding."

"Yeah, sorry about that one man, I missed, badly... Hope I didn't hit any bones there..."

Tyler manages a weak smile and says "Don't worry. that butt ugly critter did a lot worse to me than the stray bullet did"

Mikhail picks up Tyler and starts to walk away. "Hey Mike we need to find another car or truck." Mikhail could see the zombies in the distant. The zombies were attracted because of the gun shots.

Mikhail picks up Tyler and starts to walk away. "Hey Mike we need to find another car or truck." Mikhail could see the zombies in the distant. The zombies were attracted because of the gun shots.

"Well, I got a Ram 2500 back at the house, but it'd take almost 2 hours to get to it... If you're willing to take the time, it's a very nice machine, 4x4, big ass V-8, off road mods, brush-guard, the works. We could make it to the outskirts and break out just about anywhere with it, and it'd go through anything less than Nemesis like a hammer. Plus, if we go get it, we can stop and hit a few gunshops before we run, I know for a fact that the owner of Dominion Arms had an honest-to-God Thompson in his back room, and plenty of ammo..."

now back on his feet Tyler holds onto Mikhail and manages to collect his shotgun.

He looks round, listens and adds "theres a lot of them from the sound of it. those stiffs must think its an eat all you want buffet".

He takes another good look round now steadier on his feet and adds "the cops might still have a car that works if we can't find one out here. We could also sneak back to the precinct and hopefully that mofo will be elsewhere when we return"

"First we have to get more ammo and guns at a gun shop. At the gun shop we should barricade are selves in until morning then go get your truck. Do you know of any gun shops near by?" said Mikhail as he carried Tyler while shooting at the incoming zombies.

Tyler racks his brain and says "there is one. its old Goldbergs place three blocks north west from here.

I passed it all the time when I went to college here"

"Were going there then. Mike you think this is a good idea." Mikhail said while starting to walk the Gun shop.

"First we have to get more ammo and guns at a gun shop. At the gun shop we should barricade are selves in until morning then go get your truck. Do you know of any gun shops near by?" said Mikhail as he carried Tyler while shooting at the incoming zombies.

"Yeah, I know one, it's back near the Precinct, I got the .45 and the SPAS there, there was a ton of ammo there, and we should be able to lock up easy enough."

"Let's go now because I don't want to becoming food for the zombies." Mikhail still helping Tyler went in the direction of the shop.

"we can always raid Goldbergs place later" Tyler says "lets follow Mike"

"Lead the way Mike we will follow you." Mikhail said as he waited for Mike to lead them.

Mike moved off last, playing rearguard with Carlos' M-4 and his .45, taking out any zombies that showed too much interest. "Head back towards the precionct, I'm the only one still in one piece, so I'll give you directions and cover our backs instead."

After getting the direction they made it to the gun shop. Mikhail told Mike they would put a ladder down to first floor outside. Mikhail put Tyler on a table to rest. Locking the back door and barricading the windows. Then put a ladder out a window on the second floor. He looked around the shop to find some ammo for his guns.

Tyler sleeps fitfully for a short time and wakes up from a bad dream.

He shakes his head and offers to Mikhail and Mike "I'll keep watch while you two get some rest. You'll know if theres any trouble coming when I start yelling"

Rick found the gun shop were everyone was. He came up and knocked. The door was barracaded. "Guys it's Rick. I got a little held up. No zombies out here. Let me in. I found some food, water, and ammo and weapons. Not a lot though."

"You can't you are in no position to fight. Anyways we are moving you to the second floor. Also Mike can I have Carlos M4 back? I'm trained in using this weapon unlike you." While talking he put the Visible Bright Light II, Laser Sight, and Foward Handgrip accessories on his gun. The sun was starting to go down on the third day. Mikhail knew that more zombies were going exist because of all the people in the city. Then Mikhail grabbed Tyler moved upstairs and put him on a table with his shotgun and more ammo. Mikhail looked out the window and turned on his Laser to see the zombies.

After making it to the gun shop. Mikhail put Tyler on a table to rest. Locking the back door and barricading the windows. He looked around the shop to find some ammo for his guns.

Mike grabbed up all the shotgun shells and slugs he hadn't been able to take with him earlier, along with all the .45 ammo, and the rifle, which he discovered was a Kalaschnikov knockoff. And there was plenty of ammo for it as well. Mike collected all the ammo he could, and went upstairs to check the living area.

Mikhail pointed the lazer sight at Rick. He turned toward Mike. "Do you think we can trust him? He was sent by Urmbrella. He might be an Observer and just here to view the BOW's. The observers are going around the city to kill off people to get more money for the info they have."

Rick turned around to see a group of five zombies. He took his now reloaded
.223 and killed one. "Guys, help! Zombies! I can't hold them all off!" Rick hit one in the head with the butt of his rifle and pulled out a magnum he had found and blasted it. It's stomach contents spilled out. But there was still three more left.

Bowing to the inevitable Tyler lets himself be moved to the second floor living area.

He loads his trusty shotgun while he rests and hopes that they'll got some respite from the hungry stiffs and whatever else was out there.

Not wanting to see another person die. Mikhail dropped a shot gun and twenty rounds of ammo at Rick. Then Mikhail switched his M4 to one shot. The laser appeared on a zombie's head. He pulled the trigger two times to see the zombie fall to the ground.

"I dunno Mikhail, he seems kida dirty, maybe we should let him rot... Then again, if he trie anything, we have him outnumbered 3-1... Let him in."

"I don't think so. His attracting zombies." Mikhail then when downstairs to find food. He found some bread and other meats. He came back up stairs and showed the other and made a sandwich for his self. Mikhail also found some soda and drank it. He ate slowly as he heard the gun shots outside.

Tyler also made a sandwich and drank some water.

He could feel the beginning of a fever and getting weaker despite the rest he was getting.

He goes into his wallet and pulls out a creased photograph of a young brunette woman and the baby in her arms. He was in the photo as well.

He thinks of his wife, Annette Barton and his baby son Lucas whom he might never see again in this world.

He continues to think as he holds onto the photo how he's going to get out with his friends or not. In that case better to go out fighting and leave the last bullet for yourself.

Rick had killed all of the zombies. He looked around. There was no other creatures around. Now he was going to see if he could actually get inside for some shelter. He heard the two men talking. Neither trusted him, but Mike said to let him in anyway. "Listen, I know you might not trust me, but I have a reason for being here. Umbrella sent me, but I'm doing this for my own reasons. Umbrella ruined my life. Back when I lived in Jersey, they...they did experiments on my family. My wife and son thought that it was just a medical test. Umbrella said they would pay them, but they never intended to keep their promise. They ended up killing my wife." Rick's eyes teared up when he remembered these memories. "So I decided to get revenge. I cahnged my last name from Miller to McCarthy, and I moved out hear. I got close to Umbrella, and I was hired to be a member of UBSC during a hunting trip. I thought I might find some help here against Umbrella, but I only found death. Please, other monsters will be hear soon. So please, let me in.

"No we will give your more ammo and a gun, but we are not letting you in here." Mikhail stilled pointed his laser in the middle of his eyes.

"Look if you guys don't trust me then you can take all my weapons and ammo. I swear on my life, I'm on your side. Just let me in please." Rick was starting to get nervous "If they don't let me in, I'm dead" he thought. He took of his vest. He emptied every pocket he had. "Look, hear is all the weapons I have. I won't hurt you guys. I promise." Rick was desperate enough to do almost anything to get in there. He needed shelter. He needed protection. And he needed someone to be around, rather than living like a hermit as he had been.

"Ok!, but put your weapon down and wait outside." Mikhail opened the back door and saw Rick. He pulled out handcuffs he found of a dead cop acouple of days ago. Putting them aroun Rick's hands then locked them up. He picked up his weapon. Mikhail then put a blindfold around his eyes. He led Rick back and put him in a closet on the second floor. "Well that will stop the zombies for coming with the noise."

Rick was releaved. He might have been in cuffs and in a closet blindfolded, but it was better than being outside. "I need to get these guys to trust me, or i dead." he thought. Well, he was inside, which was all that mattered now.

"What's he got in the way of ordnance?"

"A pistol and the shotgun we gave him." Mikhail knew that Rick wasn't going to escape now. Thirty minutes later he gave Rick a sandwich and some water.

"Thanks man. I don't know any of your names, what with the Nemesis encounter. You know my name. What are yours?"

"A pistol and the shotgun we gave him." Mikhail knew that Rick wasn't going to escape now. Thirty minutes later he gave Rick a sandwich and some water.

"What caliber is the pistol?(it would be helpful for Rick to answer that...) If he's got .357 ammo, I want it."

Tyler had gone back to sleep but his fever was increasing and he was really burning up.

(the wound is also showing signs of infection if anyone checks it)

"Rick what caliber is the pistol?" Mikhail said as he was standing in the door.

"It's a .354. The rifle is a .223. I don't know anything else."

"It's a .354. The rifle is a .223. I don't know anything else."

"Well fuck. I can't load those, that's a recipe to explosion if I ever heard one..."

Mikhail closed the door to the closet. "Nope, it's .354." Mikhail saw Tyler sweating. He checked his bandage to see that it had signs of infection. Mikhail wondered if it was zombie. He woke up Tyler. "Tyler did the licker claw make this wound?"

Tyler just nods and says softly "that butt ugly critter got me good. I need you to promise me two things. If I die kill me before i become a walking stiff and if you escape this city tell my wife what happened to me"

He asks for a pen and writes down his home adress giving the photo to Mikhail.

"Tyler just hang on for me. I will bring the cure from Raccoon Hospital. We will make out of this city alive. Mike you are in charge now. I will come back before morning. Also keep a watch on Tyler and don't let Rick out of the closet." Mikhail got his M4 and Beratta. He loaded them with ammo and got more. He put back on his beret and walked out the backdoor to find the cure.

Rick heard the situation from the closet. Tyler's predicament reminded him of his old one. He would do all he could to get Tyler out of this city alive. "Mike, my vest is in the pile of my gear. In one of the pockets there is a small first aid kit. I don't have a cure for the virus, but use whatever you think will help Tyler."

Rick heard the situation from the closet. Tyler's predicament reminded him of his old one. He would do all he could to get Tyler out of this city alive. "Mike, my vest is in the pile of my gear. In one of the pockets there is a small first aid kit. I don't have a cure for the virus, but use whatever you think will help Tyler."

"I still don't trust you..., but thanks for the offer." Mike went to see what was in the kit, basic disinfectants, bandages, the standard paraphranelia of a field medical kit, and absolutely useless under these circumstances...

Rick called out to Mike again. "Mike after the licker incident, what happened to you guys? I got split up by a bunch of zombies when I found the ammo and food. Also, how's Tyler doing?"

Rick called out to Mike again. "Mike after the licker incident, what happened to you guys? I got split up by a bunch of zombies when I found the ammo and food. Also, how's Tyler doing?"

"We came here, that's what happened. Tyler... Tyler is dying. Mikhail has gone to get a cure."

"This is my last question and then I'll shut the hell up. Why don't you guys trust me? I know my story seems strange, but it's true. Did I do anything to betray you? I fought alongside you guys, helped save you from Nemesis, shot him with the rocket. Just give me a reason why you don't trust me, and I'll shut up until I'm needed."

Michael awoke to total darkness. He stayed pretty still for a few minutes before he remembered where he was, then fished around for his device, got it and the map out of his backpack, and used the device's light to read the map and try to figure out what to do next.
An image of a zombie carrying an umbrella still floated before his mind's eye as he looked, and he remembered something about a virus from the cop's computer. that left two choices.
The hospital, or this umbrella corp place. Well the hospital was between him and umbrella, so he decided on the hospital. He ate the second last ration pack he had and slowly made his way out of the ceiling cavity, and set off towards the hospital, knowing full well that the first victims would be walking its halls, but also knowing that with a little applied chemistry, a hospital could prove useful...

"This is my last question and then I'll shut the hell up. Why don't you guys trust me? I know my story seems strange, but it's true. Did I do anything to betray you? I fought alongside you guys, helped save you from Nemesis, shot him with the rocket. Just give me a reason why you don't trust me, and I'll shut up until I'm needed."


"Because you work for Umbrella. I don't fully trust Mikhail either, but he lost all of his friends, he has no reason to love Umbrella, you on the other hand, I have no true evidence of your loyalties."

Rick shut up. Mike was right, he had no evidence to prove his story. Rick thought back on the day Umbrella ruined his life. Now he thought, "Why? Why am I so hungry for revenge? I might never truly get revenge against Umbrella?" And if he got his revenge, what would he do afterward? His whole life after the death of his family was revenge. As these questions filled his head, Rick shed a single tear.

Mikhail knee still hurt. He came back inside and would wait until tommorrow to get the antigen.

Mikhail left Mike in the care of Tyler and Rick he hoped no zombies attacked the gun shop. He knew that the hospital was near St.Michael's Tower. Running past Raccoon City High School he saw a bunch of bikes. He went up to one and pulled out his beratta and shot the lock. Taking off the chain he got on the bike. The zombies were alerted, but he got on the bike and rode away. Making it to the cable car line he could see St. Michael's Tower. He hoped that Douglas Rover had the antigen done. Riding up to Raccoon City Hospital he could see the city's river. He entered the building it seem deserted. Making his way to the Umbrella Medical Service he found the dead body of someone. Then he found the giant wet footstep of a MA-124 Hunter Gamma. Jesus he thought those things must be inside here. Turing his light on his M4 he was ready for anything that came. Then he came toward the Umbrella wing. He was finally here. Mikhail opened the door.

No your not in a hospital your still at the gun shop. We shot you in the back of the knee. You have a hole in your kneecap. You cannot run. And somehow you carried Tyler to said gunshop.

By the way Zombies smell you as a primary way of finding you. Not hearing you.

Racoon City Gun Shop UBCS

The team slowly crept up to the gunshop back door listening intently for zombies but all that was word was murmmering coming from inside.

"They are in there sir and it sounds like they are upstairs."

Solotov nodded and began to ponder the situation. They needed to Evac the infected civilian so Umbrella could run tests.

"Someone check the door for a bell. Maybe we can get inside and smoke them."

Jason nodded as he crept to the door and peered up at the ceiling.

"Definately no bell or anything else."

Solotov seemed pleased.

"Lock and Load. Smoke and Flash the upstairs room and do not under any cirumstances harm the target."

The squad nodded as Jason sloooowly opened the door without a sound. The voices became more audible.

"Go go go." Whispered Solotov as he men crept inside while Jason slooooowly closed the door again.

"Briggs, you throw the grenades. Jason and I will cover the area with a suppressive fire while Matthews grabs the target and we evac out of here before they know what hit them. Go go go!"

Briggs pulled the pin of 2 grenades and fired them up the stairs into the makeshift 1 room apartment. They heard several startled cries as Matthews, Jason and Solotov made their way up the stairs.

"We are here to take the subject." said Solotov. The gas masks they were wearing had begun to kick in when the 2 grenades went off, filtering out the smoke.

Solotov and Jason began lying a suppresive fire across the room as Matthews made his way to the subject on the bed.

"You are to come with us and you will be all right." Matthews said to Tyler as he hoisted him over his should and made off down the stairs.

"We have aquired the target. Everyone mooove!"

The smoke was starting to thin but the effects of the Flashbang would still be lingering.

The team of 4 rushed out the door and back in the direction of the RPD Precinct.

OOC: We barricade the windows and doors. So I don't know how they would get inside.

OOC: Ok see we have two problems here. You barricaded the windows but how did you aim out them? It is never mentioned that any actually barricaded the door. Its was only mentioned when someone tried to enter. Also you let Rick in via the back door but never barricaded it. We entered there.

OOC: Ok see we have two problems here. You barricaded the windows but how did you aim out them? It is never mentioned that any actually barricaded the door. Its was only mentioned when someone tried to enter. Also you let Rick in via the back door but never barricaded it. We entered there.

Then you never gave us a chance to respond. There are two people with cobat training in that room, you're not getting away without shots fired.

Concerning Mikhails knee, would the standard RE tactic of Herbs work for that, or would we need to find a Medical Spray?:p

Smoke Grenade and a Flashbang AND coming under a 2 man suppressive fire. Please tell me what you are going to do. And as for the Herb/Spray thing I wanted to go for a more realistic touch and use these items to delay the spread of the virus.

Smoke Grenade and a Flashbang AND coming under a 2 man suppressive fire. Please tell me what you are going to do.

Spray and pray with a shotgun. I can duck and cover behind something, and as you come up the stairs, take you out one at a time, or did you not consider that upstairs only has one entrance? And those two tactics are just off the top of my head...

You have just been flash banged. The room is full of smoke. We cant see anything either. The only way we found Tyler was because we snuck in saw him before the Smoke Nade went off. Matthews felt his way over to Tyler got him and we ran out. I seriously doubt with any realism that people would think in a split second to fire a shot gun while someone else dived behind cover and sprayed the room possibly killing their own team. Not the mention that your blind and have a heavy ringing in your ears.

You have just been flash banged. The room is full of smoke. We cant see anything either. The only way we found Tyler was because we snuck in saw him before the Smoke Nade went off. Matthews felt his way over to Tyler got him and we ran out. I seriously doubt with any realism that people would think in a split second to fire a shot gun while someone else dived behind cover and sprayed the room possibly killing their own team. Not the mention that your blind and have a heavy ringing in your ears.

There is only one entrance. Do you understand? Now, Mike only has to see you pop in, which is likely, since he's watching the entrance for intruders, before he brings the shotgun up and starts spraying the stairwell. Just give us a chance to RP resisitance. You don't even have to take any damage, just give us a chance to try.

Those are also individual tactics, Spray and Pray or Duck and Cover.

Mikhail got up after the UBCS came in and took Tyler. They were probably going to give him to Umbrella so they can see the T-Virus. Mikhail picked up his M4. He wondered what he should do. Looking out the window he saw the team run toward the police precinct. He was going to get Tyler out of there and get the cure for him, but his kneecap was still pretty shot up.

Mikhail got up after the UBCS came in and took Tyler. They were probably going to give him to Umbrella so they can see the T-Virus. Mikhail picked up his M4. He wondered what he should do. Looking out the window he saw the team run toward the police precinct. He was going to get Tyler out of there and get the cure for him, but his kneecap was still pretty shot up.

OOC: I just thought of something... This is Freeform RP. You can say that the bullet only grazed you, or just hit you in the calf, or missed high into your thigh... It doesn't actually have to be your kneecap...

IC:

Mike reacted faster, he was already at the window, working the action on the Kalaschnikov, and opening fire at the retreating USBC Team, he targeted Briggs first, then Solotove, the Matthews, then Jason, one shot at each, since that was all he had time for, and his eyes were still watering from the Flash Bang. "MIKHAIL, WE NEED TO FOLLOW THEM!!!"

'What the Hell just happened?'" Rick yelled from the closet. He heard some noise and smelled smoke, and also heard men rushing in and out.

'What the Hell just happened?'" Rick yelled from the closet. He heard some noise and smelled smoke, and also heard men rushing in and out.

OOC: I'm sorry, but I don't think we can here you over my shooting and the ringing in our ears...

Racoon City UBCS

The team took off down the street with Matthews carrying the moaning Tyler.

"Shit!" Briggs shouted as he heard 4 shots ring out behind him. "They shootin at us!"

"Damn," Jason said. "You guys run ahead. Ill hold them off." He said as he loaded his MP5 again and aimed at the window of the gunshop.

The team continued to run as Solotov shouted back.

"Ok head east 3 streets before the precinct. We'll be waiting at the water tower."

Jason grunted and pulled the trigger as his team rounded the corner and out of sight. Jasons rounds skimmed the window, throwing wood fragments onto the street below.

OOC: Ill be a bit more fair with the RP from now on.

Rick could hear gunshots now. "Damn, they won't be able to hear me." Rick couldn't get out if he wanted to, he was handcuffed and blindfolded. "Damn it I got to get out and help those guys!".

Racoon City UBCS

The team took off down the street with Matthews carrying the moaning Tyler.

"Shit!" Briggs shouted as he heard 4 shots ring out behind him. "They shootin at us!"

"Damn," Jason said. "You guys run ahead. Ill hold them off." He said as he loaded his MP5 again and aimed at the window of the gunshop.

The team continued to run as Solotov shouted back.

"Ok head east 3 streets before the precinct. We'll be waiting at the water tower."

Jason grunted and pulled the trigger as his team rounded the corner and out of sight. Jasons rounds skimmed the window, throwing wood fragments onto the street below.

OOC: Ill be a bit more fair with the RP from now on.

OOC: Thats all I ask.

IC:

Mike was gouged by splinters, but otherwise he was intact. He ducked away from the window until there was a lull in the firing, before he popped out again to fire 4 more shots at the single remaining opponent.

Mikhail turned the laser sight on his M4. He saw the guy shooting his M5. The laser was directly pointed at the guy. Mikhail waited until the guy cam out again. He saw the laser on the guys head and pulled the down the trigger.

OOC: The M4 is on full auto.

Racoon City UBCS

Jason moved back out into the open and started to raise his Mp5 when his eye turned a red blurry color, a laser. Jason tried to step back but slipped over a small stick and fell on his ass. The bullets flew harmlessly over his head and he scampered back into cover.

OOC: How am I ment to RP properly when he auto aims for my head and shoots?!

Racoon City UBCS

Jason moved back out into the open and started to raise his Mp5 when his eye turned a red blurry color, a laser. Jason tried to step back but slipped over a small stick and fell on his ass. The bullets flew harmlessly over his head and he scampered back into cover.

OOC: How am I ment to RP properly when he auto aims for my head and shoots?!

OOC: Don't look at me, I'm taking snap shots!

IC:

Mike waited at the window, he knew where Jasons chest would emerge this time, and he had his sights trained on the target area.

Running down the stairs Mikhail went outside and into the back alleys. Quickly reloading his gun he was running toward where the UBSC.

Rick slammed into the door with all his stregnth. No good. He tried again. Still nothing. He ran foward and slammed into it again, only to fall back. "Shit! I gotta get out of this damn closet!"

OOC: Fool you are wounded. Try again.

Racoon City Jason, UBCS Member

Jason was slightly shaking after the near death experience. He stood up and moved further away from the window viewpoint of the Gun Shop before taking after his team to set up a new firing spot. As he rushed down the road and turned the corner his team turned he saw that it was a street lined with Suburban Houses. A brainwave hit him and he smashed through the window of the house with th best viewpoint of all coming down. The place was DEFINATELY deserted. He sat below the window and pointed the MP5 out and waited.

Mike waited a few minutes for Jason to emerge, and, when he didn't appear, gathered up his guns, went to let Rick out, and after releasing thwe schlub, he headed for his house. They'd need some better ordnance for this job, and they'd need wheels that could take a beating... "Rick, help Mikhail, we've got a couple of side trips to make before we pursue them."

Seeing the guy run away Mikhail went back into the gun shop. His leg was feeling worse now. He saw on the table which Tyler sat on. "Hey Mike I think the guy ran away. Since my leg is feeling worse give me the first aid kit and get Rick out of the closet. Also Mike bring that bastard back alive." Mikhail put his M4 right next to him.

Rick walked out of the closet. He grabbed his vest and put it on. He picked up his knife. His rifle and magnum must still be outside. He grabbed the first aid kit and walked over to Mikhail. " Here. Your knee's injured. Use this. It's might not help much, but it will do something. I'm getting my weapons." Ricked walked outside and saw his rifle and newly recieved magnum on the ground. He slung the rifle over his shoulder and put the magnum in one of his pockets. Then he went back to see how Mikhail was doing.

When Rick came back upstairs he pointed his M4 at him. "Put your guns near the closet and come here. I still don't trust you also put down that knife. If you don't I will shoot your brains out."

OOC: Remeber your still handcuffed.

Rick did all he was told. He sholud have known not to go get all his things. It would seem suspicious. "Idiot" he thought about himself.

"Rick tell me what platoon you where going to report to when you got to Raccoon City?" said Mikhail as he still pointed the gun at Rick.

"I was told to report to Delta platoon, and they would give me orders. I didn't know what platoon you were, or those other guys for that matter, so I just came up and presented myself. You know the rest of the story."

"What did Umbrealla send another Observer like Nicolai? Tell me one good reason I should trust you?" Mikhail didn't remeber getting any orders that he was getting replacements.

Rick was confused. "What's an Observer? As for trusting me, I have only my word. But listen. I know you have your reason to distrust me. Umbrella killed of your friends. But Umbrella killed my family. They changed my life. I moved away from my friends and changed my name. I don't know why they didn't tell you about me coming, but I'm not working with Umbrella because I like them. Hell, they might have figured out my plan and sent me here just to kill me. I don't know. All I know is you might need some help against those other three guys. I'll do anything to prove to you my trust."

"Fine come here so I can unlock your handcuffs. I still don't trust you, but you still have to follow all of my orders. If you try to run away I will kill you." Mikhail said as he pulled out the key.

Michael had seen enough zombies to be almost nonchalant around them now.
the fact that he could run faster than them made up for the fact that there were fucking heaps of them. As long as he was careful, he could stay somewhat clear of them, but they always seemed to clog streets that he needed to head down to get to this hospital.
Tentacle boy on the other hand, freaked him out, he wondered what sick twisted unit this stars must be to employ such a freak monster to keep the peace, and what kind of peace entailed destroying entire buildings just to get a few guys with shotguns.

(OOC: I know he's not a cop, but michael doesn't have much info to go by, unlike everybody else it seems lol)

He knew he was way off track, but there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it, and he wondered if these zombies had orders to keep people away from sensitive areas. So he continued to slowly make his way around when he heard the sound of gunfire, and a guy flash by into a house about 500 meters in front of him. He drew his colt, and, using every bit of fieldcraft he knew, silently approached it, gained entry through a bedroom window, and looked around, his weapon cocked.
Going into another bedroom, he found himself in a mexican standoff with a guy crouching beneath a window.

"Make no mistake, soldier boy, this gun will kill you as quickly as that one will kill me. Now can you kindly tell me what the FUCK is going on?"

Rick felt relieved when the cuffs left his hands. He finally had some trust. He couldn't blow it now. He was confident that these people would help him get out of the city. He had to follow Mikhail, but this wouldn't be hard. "Can I pick up my weapons and gear?" Rick asked.

"Yes you can, but wait a second if your part of the UBSC how come you don't have a M4 or Beratta the standard issue?" Mikhail put down his gun and started to pull something out.

'When Umbrella hired me, they told me to take my own weapons. So I took my hunting knife and .223. I found the 9mm when I was tunning from zombies. I was never made an official member of UBSC, I guess they thought of me more as some kind of mercanary."

"Ok where were you when the zombie outbreak started? I want to hear the whole story." Mikhail wanted to kill some time since it was going to be along time until Mike came back.

The guy just stared at him, and michael's false bravado was beginning to wear thin.

"I guess you guys are trained not to talk huh?" He said, slowly backing off. With the gun still trained on the guy, Michael fished out his device and waved it at him.

"ALIEN!!" He yelled at the top of his voice before diving out the window he came in.
Spying a gun shop, he decided to replenish his ammo supply, but if he went straight for it, the guy at the window would shoot him in the back. He took a convoluted path and ended up at the back door, swearing loudly when he found it locked...

"The whole story? All right. It started back when I lived in South Jersey. I was married and had a son. My last name wasn't McCarthy, it was Miller. My family had finicial problems. Umbrella offered my wife Emily and my son Kurt a job as testers. They didn't know what they really meant. Umbrella never payed them. They ended up killing them. When I found out, I could only think of revenge. I changed my last name to McCarthy. I moved out a small town near Racoon City. I always liked hunting, so I used it as a method of training. Finally, I started to get in close with Umbrella. One day I was on a hunting trip with a top man at Umbrella. His name was Albert Wesker. Wesker hired me. Later I was told he was killed at a mansion incident. So Umbrella contacted me at my house. They told me about the outbreak in Racoon city. They ordered me to find the Delta UBSC platoon and follow their orders. I was to bring my own gear and weapons, and I couldn't drive there. So I walked. I was attacked by a group of zombies. I killed some and ran. Then a licker attacked, and I barley killed that. Then I saw Tyler getting attacked by zombies so I helped out, then you guys helped me. Then there was Nemesis. After the licker attack, I got lost. Some zombies attacked. I ran and hide in a building. It had food water, ammo, and a 9mm. Thta's my story. It might seem unbelievable, but it's true." Rick stopped talking and leaned against the wall. He stared out the window, into the night, and remembered all the things he loved before the incident. Then he heard swearing. "Mikhail do you hear that? Someone's at the back door."

"Well we really can't do anything now so you can go downstairs and check the barricades at the windows and doors. Also check if the back door is locked. If you see any surivors outside don't let them inside. Only let in Mike anyone else might be infected." Mikhail said as he put his hand around his M4.

Rick did as he was told. All the barricades were sturdy. No zombies. He heard the swearing. He walked to the backdoor and yelled out, "Anyone out there?"

"Hey, Who's that?" Michael yelled "You're not another soldier boy are you?"

Rick recognized the voice. "Hold on a second, I'll be right back." Rick ran up to Mikhail. "Mikhail, you know that crazy guy with the tin cowboy hat and weird device. He's outside. Let him in or not?'

"Let him in, but tell him to put his weapons down. Then if he obeys take his weapons and let him inside. Don't tell him that we used to work for Umbrella." Mikhail said as he took off his beret.

Mike would be gone for almost the next two hours, fighting his way back towards his house and retrieving his truck, then getting the truck back to the Gun Shop would take a little while longer. He made it back to the house in the two hours he'd allotted himself, though he'd used almost all of his ammo in the process... He went into his house, found his keys, shot the dog that tried to rip out his throat, went back to the truck, and started it up. The truck was an old one, a massive beast of steel and iron, made in an age where weight and fuel economy were considered non-issues. He started it up, and the massive 427 Smallblock that powered the monster roared to life, spouting smoke from the tail pipes. This thing had no mufflers, and it was LOUD, you could generally hear it, literally, from a mile away...

When he met the first roadblock, a pair of crashed cars, he simply floored it, trusting his brush guard to take the damage and break through the obstruction.

"Let him in, but tell him to put his weapons down. Then if he obeys take his weapons and let him inside. Don't tell him that we used to work for Umbrella." Mikhail said as he took off his bullet prove vest that showed the Umbrella badge.

The badge is on your uniform.... ><

Also the country who played as Tyler will have to make a new character. Tyler was abducted by Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service and evac'd. Sorry for the inconvenience but I thought it added a little more spice to the RP if Jason had to beg the other characters for protection.

Racoon City Jason, UBCS

Jason was stunned as the weird cowboy guy disappeared as quickly as he arrived.

"Freakin' idiots..." He muttered to himself as he slowly stood up and left through the same window he entered, being careful not to cut himself on the glass that was still attached to the frame. "I guess they gave up the chase."

Jason slung the MP5 over his head and trudged off down the street while keeping his hands still on his weapon in case those 'freaks' turned up. Both the human gunshop freaks or the Test Subjects. As he continued for the tower Jason begun checking his ammo count. 17 rounds in the magazine and a further 3 magazines left on him. He swore under his breath hoping he wouldn't meet Nemesis.

It had been 10 minutes since Jason entered the Racoon Industrial Area and he still noted no sign of the water tower that was ment to be there. His brow creased Jason knelt onto the rocky road and pulled the radio from his back belt, an emergency only radio transmitter, and Jason felt now was the right time to use it to contact Solotov and the rest of his team. He pressed a few buttons, flicked a few switches and the small silver box slowly came to live. Jason raised the small black transmitter to his mouth.

"Lt. Solotov, this is Sergeant Jason. Requestion co-ordinates of water tower. Over."

Staaatic

"I say again. Lt. Solotov, this is Sergeant Jason. Requestion co-ordinates of water tower. Over."

Staaatic

Jason swore under his breath again, firing the transmitter at the box. This could only mean two things. The team had been killed in action along with their captor who by now should be seriously into the stage of mutation that was classified 'Dangerous' by Umbrella Inc. or the team had been evac'd and were out of range of Jason's transmitter. Little be known to Jason the truth was the latter, his team escaped without him... along with Tyler.

Seeing the helicopter flew off with the Umbrella Corp on the side. He knew there was no way that Tyler was going to be rescue. Looking threw his pockets he found the address to his wife. Once he was out of the city he was going to write the letter. Tyler was a good guy and didn't deserve to die. Mikhail started to cry. Now he lost most of the friends he had made.

"Hey." Michael yelled "Either let me in or pass out some bullets that'll fit my peacemaker, either way I don't give a shit. Just don't use me as fucking zombie bait by making me wait outside the fucking door!!"

Mikhail went down stairs slowly and opened the door. "Put down your guns and I will let you in. If you don't I will shoot your brains out." Mikhail put the gun at full auto with a red dot between Michael.

Mikhail went down stairs slowly and opened the door. "Put down your guns and I will let you in. If you don't I will shoot your brains out." Mikhail put the gun at full auto with a red dot between Michael.

Rofl. From crying to a complete hard-ass.

Rofl. From crying to a complete hard-ass.

OOC: Heh, you NEVER want to see me cry IRL, that happens, and I'm gonna start breaking things. Like people... I only cry when I get pissed.

Racoon City Frederik "Jason" Jasonold

Jason punched the ground.

"Damn. I'm screwed. Umbrella never returns for survivors unless they have something Umbrella needs."

Then it clicked. Jason needed something that Umbrella needed for them to return for him. He face cracked into a smile as he thought hard what Umbrella needed. Certainly not combat data from Nemesis...

"Think m'boy, think!"

Jason stood and punched the air with disappointment, unable to think of anything Umbrella cherished enough to save a life. Jason bent down and collected the silver radio transmitter and closed it up, amazingly into a box small enough to fit in a decent sized pocket. Ingenious design.

"Well maybe I should try to contact the group of survivors and plead my case...."

Hands back on his gun Jason trudged back in the opposite direction towards the gun store and hopefully shelter.

Michael put his peacemaker in his backpack.
"If you think I'm gonna give you my only firearm when tentacle boy and god knows what else is on the prowl, you might as well shoot me now...Hey wait a minute, you're that soldier from the cop station. Wait, wait, don't tell me...you got screwed by your superiors huh? And before you ask how I know, that's what superior officers do, them and agents. I think it's in their blood. I mean, I only broke into the CIA database once, all right twice, I think the zombies were a little bit of an overkill for revenge, don't you think?"

Mikhail pulled the guy inside and closed the door. Shutting the door and locking it he lead Michael upstairs. "Are you hungry we have food here? We have bread and meat to make sandwichs. Just to tell the government has noting to do with this. It is all Umbrella doing. They created the T-Virus which was now created zombies in Raccoon. They also relased the B.O.W.s which the U.B.S.C. was sent into kill. But we were really cannon fodder. They sent us in just to have combat data. Over there is Rick he is part of Delta Platoon which I was the head of until they all got killed. Another person is Mike who is getting his truck to help us get out of this city. I can't forget Tyler who was taken away by Umbrella to be a experiment. Tyler had a wife and a son. Just to tell you we have a shit load of weapons downstairs. Take any you want same with you Rick." Mikhail got back on the table to rest.

Racoon City Frederik "Jason" Jasonold

"Doo daa dum doo dii dum dee dah!" Hummed Jason as he walked down the otherwise silent back roads.

Jason was in an unusual high spirit for someone who had just been left for dead by a company he had poured his entire life into. Maybe it was shock? But at that time Jason didn't care. He twirled the MP5 in his hand, mezmerised by the color the red tinted scope made as it breezed through the air. He hadn't seen a zombie since the rather deadly encounter with Nemesis until...

Nyaaagh

Jason snapped to attention and brought the MP5 to his hip and looked around for the zombie... or zombies.

"Show yourselves!" He yelled knowing that it wouldn't help.

He continued turning on the spt until he saw a slight movement in a house window. He fired 2 shots from the hip. They soared quickly from his gun, through the pane of glass and into the waiting head of a zombie. Thik thik came the sound of the bullets entering its fleshy skull. It dropped to the ground and out of sight. Happy with his performance Jason raised the muzzle to his mouth, blowing away the smoke just like in the movies. He turned back in the direction he was heading to be met with a licker. It made a strange hiss at Jason before letting its sharp tongue out, knocking away Jason's MP5. Stunned Jason stepped back and drew his Beretta. Quickly firing several shots into the beats uncovered cranium. But the effects were nominal as the creature only advanced on Jason in a more aggressive manner. He fired another shot into the beats head at which point its tongue lashed out again, this time catching Jason around the arm. The crushing force of the tongue tightening forcing him to drop his gun and cry out in pain.

"You sonovabitch!" He yelled at it.

The pain was excrusiating. He dropped to a knee while all the time the Licker was slowly reeling its tongue into its mouth.

"It is not ending here!"

Jason drew his combat knife and with all his remaining strength cut through the licker's tongue. It recoiled in pain. Seeing the open window of opportunity Jason ran for his discarded MP5. He jumped through the air and landed in a spectacular tumble, picking up the gun in a swift motion and firing it into the beasts mouth. It turned to Jason.

"Die...!"

He set the gun to full auto and raised the scope to his eye and began plugging the monster full of metal.

Click click click

The Mp5 exausted its store of ammo just as the Licker fell to the ground mere inches from Jason.

"Phew..."

He unloaded the magazine and slammed a fresh one in then strolled over to his pistol and holstered it.

"Piece of shit." He muttered softly to himself as he finally felt the pain in his arm.

He looked down at his uniform only to see the once Khaki colored sleeve now a dark red.

"Fark!" He yelled.

He pushed hard on the wound and set out to the gun shop with an increased urgency.

"Yeah, thanks for the food, but I got a couple of ration packs left. So this Umbrella is behind it all huh? Bit of a change from the CIA I guess, usually it's them chasing me. Yeah, it's usually the guys on the front line that get screwed in these kinda things. Oh by the way, I wouldn't go out the front door, there's a soldier in the house across the street. My device says he's an alien, but it's been saying everyone's an alien lately, it must've got damaged or something."

Mikhail got his binonualars and saw Jason walking toward them. Behind him was the body of a Licker. Picking up his M4 and getting slowly up from the table. "Hey Michael that guy over there he still works for Umbrella. Get out your peacemaker that guy might want to start a fight again."

Rick ran downstairs to get a new weapon. He could carry one more weapon, and still had some empty pockets for ammo. One weapon caught his eye. Rick came back up, bowgun in hand. He had standard bolts loaded in it, but in another pocket he had gunpowder tiped bolts, which would go off with a bang. "Alright, I'm ready. Is the UBSC man still out there?"

OOC- I will be going out for a day and will not have access to a PC, so don't exspect a lot of posts from me for a while. If something happens, someone just mention that I am with them when the events occur. Thanks. I won't be leaving until tommorrow so I can post until 7:00 in forum time.

OOC: Mike will appear again after the next three posts, which will have been long enough in my opinion.

Rick stood ready to fire. "Question, what's up with those other guys? Why are they trying to capture Nemesis if Umbrella let it loose here in the first place? And what does STARS mean?"

"Those other guys are still loyal to Umbrella. They must of not know of them leaving people behind. Umbrella let the Nemesis loose to test it against people. The U.B.S.C. is pretty much cannon fodder. Umbrella is sending people in for data. S.T.A.R.S. stands for Special Tactics And Rescue Service. They don't exist anyone more. Eight of their members dead and Five member still alive." Mikhail answered Rick's question while pointing his gun out the window.

"All right. Does that guy know we're in here? Sorry for all the questions but that's what happens when your in a closet. Also where's Tyler? He was here when I was outside."

OOC- What happened to Maldaathi RPing as Leon?

As the two discussed the circumstances of the situation, they would have been hard pressed not to notice the approaching rumble of Mikes truck. Battered, dented, brush guard half torn away, and spattered in gore and twitching limbs, it was a sight to behold. Mike turned off the engine so they could hear him. "Hey guys, need a lift? If you ask real nice, I might even let one of you sit in the cab with me..."

Rick turned to Mikhail "What about the other UBSC man? Do we leave him or take him wih us? "

"Yeah he knows we are in here. Oh, Tyler was taken away by them. They will use him as a subject. He was infected with the T-Virus. Also I saw the helicopter they took him in." Mikhail heard Mike in his truck. "Mike get out we will leave in a bit. You know that guy we were shooting at well he came back. His coming right toward our base here. Where going to get Jason and question him. I'm coming down to unlock the door." Mikhail slowly walked down to the back door and unlocked. Opending the door he saw Mike in the truck.

"Don't wait for him here, go to him. He'll probably hot wire the truck if we give him the chance..."

"Ok everyone in the truck then who wants to live." Mikhail went back inside made a sandwich for himself and put it in a pocket. Got more ammo for the M4 and Beratta. "Ok Rick you get in the front with Mike and Michael you get in the back with me." Mikhail opened the back and Michael went on the right and Mikhail in the front. "Let's go get that UBSC."

Rick walked up to the truck and hoped in shotgun. Noticing all the blood and limbs on the truck, Rick buckled in. Just in case. He put his bowgun on his belt and grabbed his rifle. He stuck it out the window. "Just in case." he said.

Mike got in, turned the truck back on, and then he paused... "You know, we need some driving music..." He reached up to the visor, and pulled out a CD, it was grey, with a stylized ninja star on it, in some circles it would be recognised for what it was, here, it was likely that no one had any idea what it was. Mike put the CD in CD Player, hooked the CD Player to the Tape Deck, and pushed play.

Immediately the burning intro of ripped out over the area, the thunder of drums seemed to fill the city, and the wailing of the guitar provided a bitter counterpoint, grinding out a melody from fallen Gods...

"Now we can go!!!" Mike had to shout to be heard over Lars and Kirk, but he managed it.

Waiting for the other two to get settled, he accelerated slowly at first, before putting the gas to the floor, and ripping out of the area to the sound of the drums...

OOC-This will be my last post for a little while, just include me in anything important like, "Rick fired at the zombies" etc. Thanks.

"Mike drive close to the Jason so I can pick him off the ground." Mikhail said he heard the strange music.

"Mike drive close to the Jason so I can pick him off the ground." Mikhail said he heard the strange music.

OOC: Metallica is not strange!!!

IC:

"You got it!" Mike slowed down as they neared the UBSC member, so that Mikhail could grab him.

OOC: That was IC. Remeber Mikhail Victor is from the Soviet Union. So I he will think that this music is strange.

Mikhail with his strengh grabbed Jason from behind. Jason was trying to break free. Mikhail got him into the back of the truck. He grabbed his M4 and hit Jason over the head with his butt. Jason was knocked out. "Mike you can floor it. I got this little ass." Mikhail pulled out the handcuffs and put them around Jason. He locked them and put them in his vest.

OOC: That was IC. Remeber Mikhail Victor is from the Soviet Union. So I he will think that this music is strange.

Mikhail with his strengh grabbed Jason from behind. Jason was trying to break free. Mikhail got him into the back of the truck. He grabbed his M4 and hit Jason over the head with his butt. Jason was knocked out. "Mike you can floor it. I got this little ass." Mikhail pulled out the handcuffs and put them around Jason. He locked them and put them in his vest.

OOC: I know that, but it bears mentioning in my opinion...

IC:

Mike brought the truck back up to full acceleration, heading for the outskirts of the city, where the off-road capabilities of this monstrosity would finally be put to use...

"So Mike where are we going?" said Mikhail as he finished handcuffing Jason. Mikhail also put Jason's M5 and Beratta near the front of the truck with Jason in the back.

"So Mike where are we going?" said Mikhail as he finished handcuffing Jason. Mikhail also put Jason's M5 and Beratta near the front of the truck with Jason in the back.

"Out of the city. It's too dangerous to stay here, and Nemesis is still out there somewhere, and we definitely don't have the weapons to beat him, so we're running."

"Well Rick told me about the infection starting at the mansion up there. When I first dropped in another U.B.S.C. went into the forest. I heard their screams on the radio. They talked about B.O.W.s, mutated dogs, mutated crows, a Tyrant, a hospital with a B.O.W. planet, and on the second day only one person was left. Out of thirty only one person made it to the second day. Murphy Seeker made it until the night when he said he saw a crazy guy with a hood and a axe. He was near the hopspital. I could hear what the axeman was saying the only thing was dear Dorthy. We could hear the axeman swing his axe and the crunch of Murphy's bones. Then the radio went silent. That was the last we heard of Alpha Platoon." Mikhail recalled the whole thing in his mind.

OOC- Managed to find a PC.

IC- "The Mansion incident took place in the Spencer Mansion in the Arkalys. The man who hired me, Albert Wesker, was killed their, apparently by a Tyrant. The mansion had also been used to experiment on nonmammals. Instead of turning them into zombies, these experiments made them giants. Insects were the most common type, but reptiles were also very common. So wacth out if we head down that way. It was a year ago, but there might still be remnants of creatures there."

Mikhail toward the forest he knew this was bad he loaded a magizine into his M4. "Rick while you were in the Arkaly Forest did you see any people escape or corpses? I don't even know if any of the people that tried to escape by going threw the Arkaly Forest escape. Hell there creatures mutuated dogs and crows, a Tyrant, mutuated plants, crazy ass axeman, and hell knows about other the B.O.W.s." Mikhail was really freaking out. He didn't want to go in the forest. It seem worse than Raccoon City. How could four men with various weapons get out alive when thirty me got killed with machine guns?

Rick thought back. "I didn't see any corpses. I did see a bunch of dogs attacking a person. He was dead before I could help. Also, there were weird footprints everywhere. I'm a hunter, and I know every beasts' footprint around the area, and I never saw these. They were about human size, and they looked like a human foot minus the toes. They were insect alright. And giant. I don't know what kind they were. Anyway, I think that we should only go through the forest if there is no other way. Mikhail, here's a map. Try to find a good way out."

Michael followed the guys into the truck and listened carefully to the conversation. He knew how to survive being hunted in that sort of environment, and he was pretty sure Rick did too, he just had that look about him. He just hoped the ex soldiers knew enough fieldcraft. Either way he saw no choice but to follow, these guys had the best info he could find so far.

OOC: Found a map of Raccoon City.

http://www.rehq.resitez.pl/main/raccoon/map.htm

Mikhail looked at the map. They were on Warren Street and about to go onto Raccoon St. He could see the Central Raccoon Rail Line. Telling Mike to stop the car he needs to look at the map more closely. "Hey guys do you think we should go left or guy?"

"I say right." Michael said firmly "There is no way in hell I'm going anywhere near the fuckin zoo. I'd hate to see what that virus would do to an elephant."

"A zoo would be a death trap. Zombie animals, giant bugs and lizards. Not a good choice. But even if we do go right, we should watch out. The zoo's probably destroyed, and some of the animals might have escaped. So yeah, I say we go right."

Mikhail felt the ground start to shake. Getting out his binoculars he saw a mutated elephant. It was charging right toward them about a mile away. "Talking about the zoo an elephant is coming right toward us. Mike get us the hell out of here!" Mikhail got to the back of the truck to shoot at the elephant.

Mike gunned the accelerator, and all 378 horses under the hood of the truck responded, he went right hard, and kept right on accelerating, in just under 5 seconds they were doing a respectable clip of 45 MPH, and still accelerating...

Rick stuck his head out the window and looked back to see the elephant closing the gap between it and the truck. The elephant smashed through a group of zombies. It grabbed one of the zombies with it's trunk and threw it at the truck, while still moving. The zombie hit the ground, barley mising the truck. " Guys, should I start shooting this thing? It's already pissed and we might be able to stop it if we start shooting now!" Rick took his rifle and prepared for his friends to respond.

"Rick you idiot. Do you want to make that thing angrier? The only thing that can kill is a elephant gun. So we should outrun it. Turn right Mike were going to the outskirts of Raccoon City" Mikhail still had his binoculars out.

"Of course you should shoot the damn rampaging elephant!!!" Mike swung right again, putting the truckinto a power slide, before it gripped and started racing forward again.

Rick thought over the situation. Mikhail had a point. But so did Mike. He put the rifle away and took out the bowgun. He loaded a gunpowder bolt, just in case.

The truck was moving very fast. Mikhail noticed the road starting to get bumby. The elephant was still running toward the truck. Mikhail hostered his M4. He saw that Jason was still cuffed. That was good and also that he had the keys. Then a big bump occured. Mikhail was thrown of the truck and landed on the road. He was starting to pull himself up when the elephant was getting closer.

Rick, almost without control, lept out of the truck. He hit the ground hard. This jolt made him realize how close the elephant was. Rick had hunted elephants before, but a zombie elephant would be much harder to kill. Rick shot his bowgun at the elephant's foot. It made a small explosion that stopped the elephant a bit. But it charged foward again. "Mikhail, the elephant can't change directions if it charges! Dodge it and shoot at it's legs and stomach!" Rick yelled this out, and lept to the right to avoid the elephant. He pulled out his rifle and prepared for a monstrous battle.

"God damnit Rick leave me. Get back in the car! Tell Mike to get the hell out of here. I have faced much worse than this. I will surive and I will see you again." Mikhail gave a thumbs up to Mike and aimmed at the elephant.

What the hell were those morons thinking? They were fighting a fight they couldn't win.. But it didn't matter, Mike slowed, turned around, stopped, and jumped from the cab, bearing the weapon he used when he went Bear Hunting. Matilda, a massive .80 caliber, double barreled, you guessed it, Elephant Gun. He'd never hunted elephants before, but he could guess some weaknesses, like the knees, or the eyes... Whatever the weknesse were, he only had two shots, so he'd better make them count. He targeted the left eye, cocked the hammer on the right barrel, and fired.

Rick wanted to stay and help Mikhail, but he also wanted to gain his trust, so he obeyed. He jumped back into the truck. "Mike, Mikhail wants us to leave. Let's go. Rick looked back and taking his rifle, took one more shot at the elephant before the truck rambled off, and left Mikhail to fend for himself.

Seeing the elephant slow down a bit after Mike's elephant gun shot. Mikhail pulled out a incenidary grenade and pulled out the pin. While doing this he humed the Soviet Union Nationl Anthem. Throwing the grenade at the elephant it landed and exploded. Getting out a White Phosphorous grenade he got from the Gun shop. Pulling another pin and throwing it at the elephant. Draging himself to the sidewalk he saw the elephant burst into flames. His pulled the trigger of his M4. The elephant was being shot up and was on fire. Picking himself up he made his way down the Warren Stair.

Rick heard the death cry of the elephant over the engine. "Mike, Mikhail killed it, let's go back and get him."

Mikhail slowy picked himself up. Walking still with his limb he made it to Eudston Street. Seeing zombies he aimmed with his M4 and shot acouple some of them still came. Getting the butt of his M4 and smack some over the head. He was not going down without a fight. Making it to a Gas Station he barricaded the front of the Station barricading the windows and doors. The only problem was the door going to the back room was locked. He pulled out his Beratta and shot the lock. Opending the door up he barricaded the back door. Resting he had the sandwich he made and some soda. Afterwards he ate some candy. Seeing that there was no way to see Raccoon City he cut a whole in the ceiling. He cut up until he got onto the roof. Now he could see the whole city.

Mikhail got his binonualars and saw Jason walking toward them. Behind him was the body of a Licker. Picking up his M4 and getting slowly up from the table. "Hey Michael that guy over there he still works for Umbrella. Get out your peacemaker that guy might want to start a fight again."

FFS Canadstein you do NOT see me. Don't roleplay my guy for me. I'm not even close to the gun shop. BTW sorry for my lateness. Pain in ass Mother :headbang:

Ok reading further I see Canadstein describes STARS and says there is only 4, 5, 6 whatever members left but there is infact alot more. In Resident Evil 2: Apocalypse the movie hints at STARS being MUCH larger than originally thought. As for Brei's question about Leon... I have had a bit of trouble roleplaying as 3 parties. >< So anyway Jason is NOT in the truck. Even if you guys did shoot me he isn't so retarded as not to shoot the leaning Mikail in the head.

Racoon City Jason, UBCS

Jason's wound was beginning to throb and making his arm involuntaringly twitch.

"Maybe its for the best if I head straight to the Hospital..." he said to himself, changing direction north up Ema St.

OOC: How come you always talk about the movie? The game is the real information. The movie isn't even close. There is only five people left of STARS. There is six if Brad Vickers doesn't die at the hands of Nemesis. Sorry about god modding. Maybe you should actually try to RP in this thread.

OOC- Both movies were terrible. If you do a Resident Evil RP, you should go by the games.

OOC: How come you always talk about the movie? The game is the real information. The movie isn't even close. There is only five people left of STARS. There is six if Brad Vickers doesn't die at the hands of Nemesis. Sorry about god modding. Maybe you should actually try to RP in this thread.

Rofl idiot. The movie is background into the game. Its NOT the actual game in movie form. And telling me to RP? Coming from the master himself who shoots 1 bullet 3 zombies die? Or the guy who can kill mutated elephants with 2 grenades which he just happens to find in a gun shop when grenades of that type are actually illegal? Or the guy who can see through walls? Like how you barricaded the windows but still shot through? Or how you saw Jason when he was some kilometres from the gun store? Or the guy with awful grammar? Or the guy who doesn't listen when I say only one platoon is ever deployed in RE3 but continues to ask stupid questions to IC characters like 'What platoon were you deployed to?' Or how Nicholai commands YOU and Carlos. Not the other way fool. I could keep going but this is enough for you to fix for the time being.

And if we are 'going by the games' what about everything in Weskers Report that provides further insight into the various scenarios in the game. If we do a Resident Evil RP we should include ALL infomation sources no matter how 'crap' you deem them.

maldaathi, chill out. we're just saying that the movies were a little messed up, and that the games are better sources for a RP.

Im not angry at you Breit its just that Canadstein is continually making silly mistakes he shouldn't be and then tries to critizise my RP. Also if going by the games there are alot of grey areas that are answered only from the movies and other non-game sources.

okay. can we continue with the RP?

OOC: yeah chill out. We only barricaded the first floor not the second floor. We could see Jason because we are above ground and on a second floor. For the last time Mikhail is the commander of Delta Platoon which Nicholai is a subordinate. I know about the other stuff is wrong.

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

OOC: yeah chill out. We only barricaded the first floor not the second floor. We could see Jason because we are above ground and on a second floor. For the last time Mikhail is the commander of Delta Platoon which Nicholai is a subordinate. I know about the other stuff is wrong.

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

Ok you are correct on that account, though in the game it is made out that Mikhail is not the leader. But you are right there. I suppose Nicholai became leader after Mikhail got badly wounded. But moving on you never said only first floor windows. You just said (door and windows....). Also there is no way someone can just randomly look out a window look around a vast city and zoom in enough (You can only see a few kilometres at night with decent lighting) to see me and point me out. And how do you know I was heading to the gun shop?

OOC:I will I just assumed that everyone would know that we barricaded only the first floor. What kind of dumbass would barricade the second floor? Well a couple of pages back you said Jason was going to the gun shop. I also had Mini Night Vision Sight on my M4. Also I'm not critizing your RPing skills. Can we please get back to RP?

OOC:I will I just assumed that everyone would know that we barricaded only the first floor. What kind of dumbass would barricade the second floor? Well a couple of pages back you said Jason was going to the gun shop. I also had Mini Night Vision Sight on my M4. Also I'm not critizing your RPing skills. Can we please get back to RP?

When I said I was going to the gun shop that is called "Secret IC" where its like thoughts. Now unless you have uber mind reading skills you don't know that. Also what else does your M4 have and where did you get it? You seem to be putting on accessories like there is no tommorow. Also with the threat of Lickers who can climb walls, shit that can jump and Nemesis it was kinda dumb of you NOT to barricade the 2nd Floor Windows.

I only put on three accessories on the Infrared Illuminator, Mini night vision sight, and Visible Bight Light II. It is part of a thing called SOPMOD. SOPMOD is stuffed used by the Special Forces. Since we are pretty much Special Forces of Umbrella we should have them.

I only put on three accessories on the Infrared Illuminator, Mini night vision sight, and Visible Bight Light II. It is part of a thing called SOPMOD. SOPMOD is stuffed used by the Special Forces. Since we are pretty much Special Forces of Umbrella we should have them.

You have put on Night Vision AND Infa-red and your not blind or on the floor yelling of head aches? Its just that its proven viewing through altered vision causes Severe headaches after a prolonged period of time. Eventually you will get temporary sun spot like visions in your eyes and severe migrains. And since you seem to be looking through your scope every second...

One last thing UBCS do not have any accessories. They only come with whats on the gun and in the games which we seem to be using for info both Carlos and Mikhail never use any type of accessory. And after looking at in game shots of RE3 Carlos and Mikhail don't even have scopes on their guns.

Fine I will do whatever you want. I just want to RP.

Fine I will do whatever you want. I just want to RP.

Its not about doing what 'I' want. Its everyones RP. And noone is stopping you guys from posting.

I don't even know if I want to RP anymore. If I leave I want Mikhail to get killed by blowning himself up when the zombies surround him. Taking out some zombies with him.

O....k.....

Let's stop the OOC post in the IC thread. Ok Maldaathi?

Don't blame me. I'm not stopping you guys from posting IC. Please go ahead.

a small figure stirs from sleep in the darkened apartment.

since the dead started walking Sophie Yokose had been armed and ready. The hunting trips with her late father in the Arkley mountains had kept her alive when the rest of the family had became zombies.

It was the bite her mother took which started the chain of events. After she died and rose again she bit her husband and her baby son.

Sophie tried to blank out the memory of shooting her zombied family and watching her baby brother crawling towards her wanting her flesh.

He was the hardest to shoot but it was necessary. She had been telling herself that for 3 days but now she had to get out since no help seemed to coming.

the news stations had gone done very early on the first day but she had heard about a quarintene on the city. Therefore she now knew that if she wanted to escape it would be on her own.

she tied up her long blank hair into a pony tail and makes sure has all she needs. a backpack with food and water for a few days, her pistol crossbow and bolts, her .22 pistol and ammo and lastly her fathers pride and joy.

This was a Yokose family katana that had been passed down 5 generations of the family. Her family in Japan had lost theirs when the US occupiers had taken it as part of Japan's disarmament programme but theirs was safe. It was still razor sharp and now she knew it would be put to good use in the days to come.

she closes the apartment door behind her as she steps over the bodies of her family and cautiously makes her way outside.

a scene from a war movie greets her as well as a few zombies in the distance.

Dodging the creatures rather than fighting them she walks towards the city limits as she looks for tranport she can use.

Michael sat in the truck, wondering where the hell that elephant had come from, just after mentioning it. Hell, even the virus must be tracking him. He was kind of hoping they'd reach where they were going soon, because if the elephant was free from the zoo, it probably smashed a few other fences, and a truck no longer seemed as safe. he wanted a nice big solid building to hide behind.

"Hey," He said excitedly to the others "I'm good at this. Let me try something... rhinoceros?"
He looked behind the truck expectantly

Sophie finds what remains of the garage and the zombies which were attacking it. her eyes now accustomed to the darkness she cautiously picks her way through the thrashed building and finds a flashlight .

'better than nothing' she thinks and continues her search using the torch.

Finding nothing else useable she continues on foot occasionally climbing up fire escapes and onto roofs to scout ahead.

With Raccoon City still teeming with zombies she knew she had to be carefull and quiet. Prefering not to use her pistol just yet she's content with the loaded crossbow and follows the sounds of a fire fight a few blocks away.

Picking up the pace she's only caught out once but a bolt at close range sends the zombie slumping down.

Extracting the bolt she reloads and cautiously continues her journey on foot heading towards the noise of the grenade going off and the flames ahead off her.

Mikhail went back on the roof of the gas station. He set his M4 down and his Beratta. Now he was all by himself. His whole platoon gone and Tyler. Faliure he thought. He couldn't save one persons life. This infection that Umbrella had enleashed was hell. Those idiots just wanted to test it against humans. Seeing the flames come off the elephant. Also the zombies were eating the remains of it.

Sophie rests on a fire escape after pulling up the ladder and takes a drink from her backpack.

so far she had used the skills her father had taught her well hence her choice of jacket. A black leather flying jacket is was keeping her warm and hopefully would stop a stratch or a bite.

She cautiously approaches the gas station and spots Mikhail on the roof with a few zombies between him and her.

She unloads the crossbow, slings it over her shoulder and draws her sword silently, the katana blade catching the light.

she creeps up to the first zombie and slashes at its head partly severing it. A second stroke finishes the job and the headless zombie stops twitching.

'one down, two to go' she thinks

Rick looked out the truck window."Michael, there's no rhino, but there's about ten zombie dogs closing in on us." Rick grabbed his bowgun and shot three bolts at a Cerberus. One hit it's head, one it's chest, one it's leg. Despite this, it kept moving. Rick tried his rifle this time. He tried to aim steady, but Mike's driving made it hard to do. He finally took a shot, and killed the arrowed one.

Michael pulled his peacemaker and let off three shots into a dog's head and midriff (the road was bumpy after all) before it went down and emptied it into another, but this one still kept coming, despite the fact that one of it's legs was almost blown clear off. It took two more shots after reloading to get rid of that one.
Screaming "Yeeeehaah!" and doing a little billy the kid twirl, he aimed at the next one and opened fire with the four remaining bullets in the chamber.

"Who's down there?" Mikhail said as he got up and picked up his M4. He sees Sophie kill one of the zombies. Aimming his M4 he pulled the trigger. The zombie fell to the ground bleeding all over the place. Pulling the trigger again the zombie's head was shot up. The zombie fell to the ground with liquid coming out of his head. "Come around the back I will unlock the door." Climbing down the ladder and going to the back door. He unlocked the door and opened it.

Sophie easily dodges another zombie in the back alley and ducks into the open door closing it behind her.

She's still got her katana handy and looks up at the other survivor.

"I'm Sophie Yokose and who would you be?" she asks nervously.

"Lieutanant Mikhail Victor of Delta Platoon U.B.S.C. Wait a second you are only a kid." Mikhail locked the backdoor. He lead Sophie into the front where all the food was located. "Here take anything you want. I will be on the roof."

Sophie follows Mikhail knowing she's safer inside than outside.

she shakes the blood of her sword and puts it back in the scabbard before sitting down.

"I'm not a kid, Mikhail san" she replies confidently "i'm 16 and you seen what i did to that zombie"

she opens her bag and takes a drink of water from a litre bottle. the seriousness in her face made her look older than her 16 years.

Mikhail climbed back on the roof. The sun was starting to come up now. Taking off his beret he looked at the sun. It was the begining of the fourth day. He pulled the paper Tyler had given him. He held he tightly. Mikhail was going to get out of this city.

Sophie eats some of the offered food settling on a piece of cheese and a piece of brown bread.

she finds a window that she can see out off and observes the sun rising.

'things will be easier now theres daylight' she thinks to herself still annoyed that Mikhail thinks she just a kid.

Mikhail got up and went back down stairs. He went to the front of the gas station. "Hey kid how are you so good with the crossbow?" Mikhail opened up a soda and drank it while waiting for a response.

Sophie shoots Mikhail a dark look and says sadly "my father took me hunting up in the Arkley mountains and he taught me a lot. We used crossbows because they're silent and won't give you away once you shoot.

the range may be shorter but a bolt is just as effective as a bullet is.

He also taught me the art of the Japanese sword as well. This was his katana and its passed through 5 generations of our family"

Mikhail looked at the girl. She was giving him a bad look. He guessed it was because he called her kid. "Well it's good that I have another person to back me up. Do you know who is behind the zombies and what U.B.S.C. stand for Sophie?"

Sophie shakes her head, the dark ponytail moving with her.

"the emergency radio station couldn't tell us anything but I know what I seen with my own eyes. i would assume that the U stands for Umbrella. You've also got their logo on your body armour and you're better equipped than most people in Racoon City are.

Whats your story?"

A Cerberus lept up at the truck. It was met with a slash from Rick's knife. It hit the ground and tumbled away. Rick pulled out another gunpowder bolt, and shot it in the middle of the pack. It took out three dogs. "Micheal, keep shooting!" Rick yelled as he hit a Cerberus in the eye with a bolt.

Mikhail told the story of his life to Sophie. "I was raised in Leningrad of the Soviet Union. Now knows as St.Petersburg. I became the leader of an ethnic minority's guerilla force that his wife belonged to. The Russian officials captured me and convicted of numerous acts of terrorism and was tried as a war criminal. Instead I was sent to be the commander of Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service with my guerilla comardes. The UBCS is a special forces of Umbrella we specializes in rescue operations during biohazard outbreaks. We landed here on September 28 with my platoon. Umbrella sent us here to be cannon fodder against their Biological Weapons otherwise know as B.O.W.s. The first day my whole platoon was wiped out. Only Nicholai Ginovaef and Carlos Oliveira. Nicholai was an Observers just to view the effects of the B.O.W.s against to get data. We didn't know that at all. He desert Carlos and me. We found other surivors. We also found the Nemesis a B.O.W. It killed Carlos. One of the surivors we were with was infected. There was also another UBSC team sent in. One of them shot my knee cap. After the Nemesis attack the surivors and I barricaded our self in a gun shop. Then the other UBSC team came in and took Tyler. They left a guy behind to shoot at us. The guy gave me the letter to give to his wife and a phone number. That guy was the last person I cared about in this city. The surivors I was with got a truck. We were going to go into the Arkaly Forests and Mountains. Then the elephant chased us I fell off. I came here then you came. Do you even trust me even though I work for the company that unleashed this hell?"

Sophie considers this and replies "they left you for dead they same way they left my family.

I had to kill them after they became zombies, I even had to shoot my baby brother.

We're in the same boat so I suppose that makes us partners"

A tear leaks from her left eye as she remembers and is closely followed by another one.

Mikhail saw Sophie start to cry and gave her a tissue. Putting his M4 on a table and grenades. He left his Beratta on just incase of the zombies attacking. "What do you think we should do to get out of the city?"

Sophie accepts the tissue and says "I'm making for the Arkley mountains and was looking for an abandoned car when I heard the firefight that guided me here.

If we can't get a car we'll have to go underground since it'll be far too dangerous to walk across the city with all the zombies around.

I remember in school studying the sewage systems in Raccon City and the teacher briefly showed us a map of sewers. If we can find the right one it'll lead us safely out to the city limits and closer to the mountains"

"Sophie what school did you go to?" Mikhail knew that Sophie had a great idea. The only problem was getting the map.

Sophie dries her tears and replies "St Stephens Senior school. its out near the Ravensgate bridge. I seen it last year but I can remember bits of it.

The sewers run down the main streets and the street names are also in the tunnels so sewage workers can find their way round. At least thats what my teacher said"

*the sound of a bleeping alarm clock*

Morning, Day 1

The large masculine figure rose his head from bed, fiddling around with the alarm clock until he found the button to turn it off...or atleast to mute it for the time being. He took awhile to get out of bed, and once he did he rubbed his eyes. He had stayed in some cheap hotel, deciding to get some rest before seeing his family. He sighed, and looked around his Hotel room for his clothing. He got his clothes together, and walked into the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror, feeling somewhat odd. He eyed his .22 that sat on the bathroom counter, it had it's clip sitting with it with the box of ammo near-by. If his memory served him well, he remembered to have left the single bullet in the chamber. He did not know why, but he was the only person he knew he liked to keep that single bullet in the chamber. It made him feel more 'secure'. He slipped out of his boxers he slept in and proceded into the shower.

He stood in the sprinkling water, letting it run down his face to wake him up. He proceded to shampoo his hair and lather up the cheap hotel soap. He did this rather quickly, and then turned off the water. He took the towel and began drying himself, not able to see so well outside of the pane glass of the shower door. He slid the door slowly, and walked out. He looked down at his pistol for a second, and heard a loud bang outside of his door. Then it came again. Someone, or something, was banging on his door. He quickly slid on his boxers again, and got his pistol. He hurridly slid the clip in and walked over to the door, notcing a splinter next to the latch of the door. Something was banging real hard. He raised his pistol and yelled out loud...

"Who is it?" He just continued to stair at the door, knowing it may not be smart to walk up to the eye piece. The banging stopped, and then came a strange moan. Then in one instance, another bang and the door flying open. Joseph couldn't believe it, it was one of the nightshift ladies. But what he could not even imagine to be real was how grostique her abdomen looked.

"What the fuck happened to you??" He said, with a quiver in his voice. He was a soldier, yes, but this was freaky enough to make a Drill Sergeant shit himself. The gored young lady walked up closer to him, and before Joseph let her get any closer he unleashed the bullet that was in the chamber already and let it fly in and out of the lady's forehead. He just stared, and quickly went to the bathroom and got all of his clothing on, shoving the box of ammo in the hoodie pocket along with 2 other loaded clips. He walked around the body as opposed to over it, and quickly went for an exit.

OOC - Rest of it comming soon, I am posting what happened leading up to the present.

BTW, I'm not a STARS...My standing would be supportive of STARS/SWAT/ and Police, but I am not one of them. Just a soldier on leave >_>

"We are going to your school to get that map. I'm not going down in the sewers where some zombies are. We could be wandering of days. So get your stuff we are going to your school." Mikhail got his grenades and M4. Taking out his Beratta and checked if it was loaded. Then he went to the backdoor to go to St. Stephens Senior School.

Sophie already had her stuff and she loaded up her crossbow before she left.

As he leaves the building she spots the same zombie she dodged earlier.

Seeing its the only one and its blocking her way she moves closer shooting it in the head with a crossbow bolt dropping it immediatly.

The dogs were finally dead. "Alright Mike, were we headed to now?" Rick wanted nothing more than to get out of this city. Zombies, Nemesises, and undead elephants were enough for one day. The sun was starting to rise. Rick realised how tired he was. "Wake me up if anything happens"

"Sophie you have to lead the way. I really don't know here this St.Stephen is located at." Mikhail holstered his M4 awaiting for the zombies to come.

Sophie just nods and even more calmly extracts the bolt from the zombies head.

Silently she reloads the crossbow and cautiously picks her way round the streets where there seems to be less zombies.

She leads Mikhail for a block and then climbs up a fire escape so she can get her bearings again, pulling up the ladder behind her.

"What the hell are you doing? You work for Umbrella." Mikhail saw the zombie coming. He pulled out his M4 and started to shoot them. Killing three zombies with one clip he pulled out another one. Getting his Beratta out he ran.

"I don't work for them Mikhail" she shouts knowing that they'll have company soon now theres been shooting.

she jumps down dodging a zombie and runs after Mikhail.

Mikhail ran as fast as he could with his limb. He ran into a store and shut the door. Also being quiet when Sophie pasted by. He could trust no one now. After barricading the windows and doors. Mikhail looked threw a desk to find a map of the city.

Having lost Mikhail because of her habit of pulling back the ladder of fire escapes, Sophie muttered 'you idiot' to herself.

Now alone she returned to the alley and shot the lone zombie blocking her way.

Again it was a clean kill but she had to leave the bolt as she seen more zombies coming her way.

Climbing up the fire escape without the ladder this time she made sure she was safe and climbed to the roof of the apartment block looking out over the city to see if she could see Mikhail.

She cried because her chances of escaping were now slim but she had no other option but to try.

she sits with her legs dangling over the edge of the tall building drying her tears..

Mikhail packed the map up and went back to find Sophie. He heard the sound of crying. Going to the place he looked around the corner. It was the same place that he found Tyler. Still hearing the crying she must be in there. Mikhail went threw the alleys to get to the front of the aparments. Opening the door he followed the sounds of crying. Going upstairs quietly he found the door where the crying was the loudest. He got his M4 and pointed it toward the door. Kicking the door open he found Sophie. The M4 was pointed at her. "Put down your god damn weapons!"

Sophie turned round still crying and places her crossbow, a .22 pistol and her katana to the side of her.

"Mikhail, I don't work for Umbrella" she says as she crys "I was just stupid for a few seconds. I've been pulling up ladders so the zombies can't follow me since this started and I did it because it was a habit.

If thats worth shooting me for then do it"

"Come here! Now!" Mikhail put one of his hands in his pockets.

knowing she hasn't a choice she walks over to where Mikhail is and sits down again.

She dries more tears and blows her nose on the tissue that Mikhail gave her earlier.

Pulling out his handcuffs he put them on Sophie. He put anything that might be a weapon. She sat on a chair in the middle of the room. Going over toward the .22 and crossbow he unloaded the pistol and took the arrows. Picking up the katana he was going to snap it in half in front of here. "If you don't tell me information this sword will be two swords. What company did your parents work for?"

"my Father was a printer for the Racoon city herald" Sophie says sobbing and now a little scared because she didn't want to see her sword broken.

"Mother stayed at home looking after me. I swear on my sword and my honour thats the truth"

*the sound of a bleeping alarm clock*

Morning, Day 1

The large masculine figure rose his head from bed, fiddling around with the alarm clock until he found the button to turn it off...or atleast to mute it for the time being. He took awhile to get out of bed, and once he did he rubbed his eyes. He had stayed in some cheap hotel, deciding to get some rest before seeing his family. He sighed, and looked around his Hotel room for his clothing. He got his clothes together, and walked into the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror, feeling somewhat odd. He eyed his .22 that sat on the bathroom counter, it had it's clip sitting with it with the box of ammo near-by. If his memory served him well, he remembered to have left the single bullet in the chamber. He did not know why, but he was the only person he knew he liked to keep that single bullet in the chamber. It made him feel more 'secure'. He slipped out of his boxers he slept in and proceded into the shower.

He stood in the sprinkling water, letting it run down his face to wake him up. He proceded to shampoo his hair and lather up the cheap hotel soap. He did this rather quickly, and then turned off the water. He took the towel and began drying himself, not able to see so well outside of the pane glass of the shower door. He slid the door slowly, and walked out. He looked down at his pistol for a second, and heard a loud bang outside of his door. Then it came again. Someone, or something, was banging on his door. He quickly slid on his boxers again, and got his pistol. He hurridly slid the clip in and walked over to the door, notcing a splinter next to the latch of the door. Something was banging real hard. He raised his pistol and yelled out loud...

"Who is it?" He just continued to stair at the door, knowing it may not be smart to walk up to the eye piece. The banging stopped, and then came a strange moan. Then in one instance, another bang and the door flying open. Joseph couldn't believe it, it was one of the nightshift ladies. But what he could not even imagine to be real was how grostique her abdomen looked.

"What the fuck happened to you??" He said, with a quiver in his voice. He was a soldier, yes, but this was freaky enough to make a Drill Sergeant shit himself. The gored young lady walked up closer to him, and before Joseph let her get any closer he unleashed the bullet that was in the chamber already and let it fly in and out of the lady's forehead. He just stared, and quickly went to the bathroom and got all of his clothing on, shoving the box of ammo in the hoodie pocket along with 2 other loaded clips. He walked around the body as opposed to over it, and quickly went for an exit.

OOC - Rest of it comming soon, I am posting what happened leading up to the present.

BTW, I'm not a STARS...My standing would be supportive of STARS/SWAT/ and Police, but I am not one of them. Just a soldier on leave >_>


Monring, Day 1 Continued

Joseph crept down the hallway slowly, with his pistol in both of his hands pointed upwards. He went to a turn in the hallway, and leaned his head over. There were two other 'zombies' digging their faces into an obviously very dead young child. Joseph's head swung back wildly, and he thought to himself for only a brief moment.

'What the fuck is going on here? This...this is just fucked up!'

He swung himself over and fired down at the two zombies, who amazingly stood up despite their wounds. Joseph aimed for one of their heads, knowing that a head shot always would get a normal being. He tested this knowledge, and sempt that this law of physics was the same with these things. One went down, and the other leaped twards Joseph. Joseph, frantically, unloaded the rest of his clip twards the creature, hitting it in the head twice. He quickly reloaded, setting the empty clip in his back pocket. He walked twards the end of this hallway, looking down at the gorred child with his guts spilled all over the floor. He got over the little child quickly, and suddenly felt a tug on the cuff of his jeans. This sent the deepest horrifying chill up his spine as he spun the upper half of his body around and swung the child off of his leg. He didn't bother to shoot it down, and proceded to sprint out of the hotel. He felt for his keys in his hoodie pocket and pulled them out, starting up the engine of his Ford truck. He quickly pulled into reverse and got out of the parking lot, and onto the road. His pistol sat on the seat next to him, and he reached to turn on the radio.

Nothing. It was all static, he picked up a few channels that were on their alert tone but that was all. Feeling sick to his stomach, he put in a Metal CD. How comforting, hard rock in this type of Scenario? He continued driving down the street, passing a red light and not caring. He sighed, and began looking around the city.

Afternoon, Day 1

No one. He couldn't find a single person in this area of Raccoon City, which scared him. Perhaps they all evacuated? Maybe they forgot to clear out his hotel and look for survivors. He sighed, and saw a man entering a gas station. He looked old and staggering, but Joseph felt like he needed to speak with someone. He got out of his truck, with his CD Player on low volume. He didn't bother to grab his pistol, and walked into the Gas Station. He was recieved by a yell.

"Who are you?! Get away now! GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!" Came the yelling.

"Whoa whoa whoa, hold on...don't do anything drastic. I'm normal, nothing to worry. Just hungry, and looking for someone to talk with." Joseph replied.

"No! I don't care! Get out now! They've followed you! I know just know it!" The man said, firing towards Joseph, a bullet grazing his right arm. Joseph, unarmed, backed away quickly and back into his truck. He sped away, not noticing the graze.

"What the hell...Everyone is either insane and eating each other, or insane and shooting each other. I need to find something to eat before I start looking for my family, I'm sure dad has them held up in some safehouse. Perhaps their sitting at home, waiting for me and holding back. Perhaps the rest of the city isn't like this. Perhaps...perhaps they are all dead." And with those final words, Joseph entered a moment of silence which lasted him throughout the day. Too afraid to scare himself with his own words, he continued on looking for others and possible food.

Morning, Day 2

OOC - Okay, let's just say my characters 2nd day in Raccoon is the day everyone else is on. Sooo...anyone want to run into me I guess? I'm just driving around now.

"You are a liar! You work for Umbrella to kill off surivors." Mikhail threw the sword and hit Sophie with the butt of his M4.

OOC - Mikhail or Sophie, describe your surroundings. Well, the building's surroundings.

ooc: its an apartment block about 5 or so blocks from the RPD precinct. theres a fire escape with a raised ladder and at the base of the fire escape is a zombie with a crossbow bolt in its head.

You may also hear crying and loud voices if you listen hard.

IC: Sophie felt the pain and shook her head. "I swear i'm telling the truth" she says again "would I have waited round on the roof for you if I had been working for them?"

OOC: In a apartment building.

"Shut up! Now!." Mikhail gagged her and put her inside a closet he found.

suddenly plunged into darkness Sophie was getting frightened.

with her hands cuffed unable to cry out she crys even more wondering why she trusted Mikhail in the first place and wondering when he would kill her for thinking that she was an Umbrella agent.

All she can do is cry more tears..

Joseph was pulling up to an Apartment complex, realizing he was running out of gas. He spoke to himself as his innevitably slowed down...

"Shit...why now?" He sighed to himself, not bothering to remove the key from the ignition. He grabbed his pistol and looked outside his window, noticing a light in one of the windows.

"Perhaps this isn't all to shity afterall." He got out of the truck, realizing it was starting to rain. He was next to the alleyway, and was stopped next to a figure with something sticking out. It was a zombie, with a nice bolt in his head. Joseph smirked, and then walked around to the front door. He was angered by what he saw, it was blocked by multiple objects. He then remembered the fire escape ladder and decided to walk back around.

"Fun, it's been pulled up. Well, whoever's in there is pretty up-tight with being secure. I kind of like that...oh well." He looked around the alleyway for something to slide over and climb on. Nothing, so he decided to try and jump up to the fire escape ladder. His pistol was in his pocket again, and he was able to grab onto the bottom bar. His right hand slipped due to the rain, but he pulled him self up to the next bar and continued pulling himself up. He got onto the first level of the escape ladder, and looked up again. The light was on the top floor, so he began climbing the rest of the way there.

Rick woke up a while later. They were still in a truck. Rick grew tired of this. "Mike pull over, I'm getting out. Don't worry about me, you and the other Mike get out of the city." Rick lept out and started walking. He would find Mikhail. He was confident that with Mikhail's skills he could get out alive...

OOC - sooo...

Rick walked for a long time before he noticed a light in an apartment window. He ran up to the door. Locked. He ran to the fire escape. It was to high up to reach. Then he noticed a man up there already. "Yo, a little help! Get me up there and I can help you get out of this place!"

Emotionally worn out Sophie cries herself into a nightmare filled sleep.

she dreams that her baby brother Katsushiro is crawling towards her having turned into a zombie and that she can't pull the trigger of her crossbow.

The zombie baby climbs over her and bites at her throat and then she wakes up trying to scream but the gag preventing her.

some of the scream can be heard and she kicks at the closest door in sheer terror, the terror evident on her face and her body shaking uncontrollably

Mikhail could not stand anymore. He opened up the closet and uncuffed her. Handing Sophie back her .22 and Crossbow. Mikhail went back into the corner to pick up her katana. He picked up his Beratta and put it into his mouth.

unable to hold the pistol or the crossbow Sophie just collaspes to the floor still shaking in sheer terror as she relives the memory that replaying in her mind.

A little voice however tells her to stop Mikhail and she she struggles to say 4 words.

"don't do it Mikhail" she says loudly before the terror takes over again.

Rick realized the person was gone. He looked around for somethings to make an aid. He found some trash cans in another alley. He grabbed them trash cans and got on them. He grabbed the escape and started climbing. He made it in and heard crying following the crying, he found a girl sobbing loudly, and Mikhail with his beratta in his mouth. Rick stopped dead in surprise.

Michael kept shooting. There wasn't much else he could do. A dog leaped on to the back of the truck and the other mike tapped the brakes, resulting in the thing's head smashing into the cabin, falling off again when he hit the accelerator. Ther was only a couple left now, but Michaels bullet supply was getting low.

Sophie had managed to loosen the gag earlier so she could talk but seeing the other man give her a glimmer of hope.

"Stop Mikhail" she manages to say before she clams up again sobbing.

OOC - Breiten, you realize you kind of skipped the fact that I am climbing also lol...

IC -

Joseph made his way up to where the light was comming from, and saw a young girl on the ground crying with a gag halfway in her mouth with a man holding a pistol into his mouth. He just blinked, and felt the urge to just...speak.

" Hey you, don't do this. C'mon, we can all pull through this if we put our minds together, put the gun down alright. Everything is gonna be cool. " He finished, noticing another man approaching the escape.

[QUOTE=Pyschotika]OOC - Breiten, you realize you kind of skipped the fact that I am climbing also lol...QUOTE]

OOC- my bad, sorry

Mikhail took the Beratta out of his mouth. "Rick you cam back for me. You idiot I told you to go with Mike." Mikhail used up the last of his energy he passed out.

Rick was relieved that Mikhail was okay. "You two, help me out. I don't know your names, so bare with me for a little bit. Girl, go find some water. Guy, help me get him on a bed. By the way my name is Rick."

Sophie struggles over to her back pack and carries it over to Rick.

"theres water in there" he manages to say as her tears subside slightly but still very scared as she keeps her distance from the strangers.

"Thank You". Rick took the ater and splashed some on Mikhail's head. He put him on a bed abd elevated his legs. "He'll come out of it soon. And don't worry about him. He's a little crazy with all that's happened to him lately."