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Sophie recoils in fear at the mention of Mikhail backing futher away from Rick.

She points to the closet and the handcuffs lying in the middle of the floor and then shuffles into a corner making herself small and looking just like a child again rather than a 16 year old.

Michael wondered where the hell the truck was going. He had probably enough bullets to reload his peacemaker twice more, unless he could find some gunpowder, a workshop, some shells and some lead, a tall order indeed. Paranoia had taught him a great many skills.
He also wondered how much petrol the truck had left.

"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.

Canadstein your driving me nuts with your awful Roleplaying. You seem to have infinite ammo, an perfect aim every shot, find things when you want them (Hmm Im hungry. Lets check the drawer. Wow! A <item of food>! or, Hmmm I need a Map. Lets check the desk. Wow! A map!), You also seem to be able to find anyone no matter where they are and you seem to have super strength and an enourmous resitance to pain. Sure you may fix things for one or two posts (...his leg hurt as he ran...) but it will turn into (He ran down the ally way full speed evading the zombies) Its driving me to quitting this RP which I don't want to do.

EDIT: You also seem to have a limitless supply of handcuffs.

OOC: What do you want me to change? Also the map was of the city. Not of the sewers. Also with the handcuffs I take them off the people. I took them off of Rick and Sophie.

Mikhail laid on the bed. Their was pain all over his body. He looked around to see where his guns were. With the little energy he had he picked himself up to see the room, then he passed out again.

OOC: What do you want me to change? Also the map was of the city. Not of the sewers. Also with the handcuffs I take them off the people. I took them off of Rick and Sophie.

Mikhail laid on the bed. Their was pain all over his body. He looked around to see where his guns were. With the little energy he had he picked himself up to see the room, then he passed out again.

I never said it was a sewer map I just said a map. How likely would it be if you went into a random shop and looked through 1 drawer that you'd pull out a city map?
A few things id like you to change is not shooting a zombie 3 times in the head over and over and over. Mix it up. You also seem to throw people in closets... >< Just put your self at a disadvantage instead of being macho. Its much more respectable to die spectacularly then to kill everything no problems.

OOC: Ok i will change. Since it seems you want me to. Also I don't want you to leave.

Rick grabbed the colapsed Mikhail again, and repeated the treatment he gave him. If he kept this up, he might be unable to fight again.

While she huddles in the corner Sophie has a chance to think and decides to get out of here as soon as she is able to. Right now she wasn't thinking straight and needed to master her fear. she was also very tired. Eyeing her equipment she also notices where her bullets, bolts and sword are.

If Rick was like Mikhail then she would have to leave and take her chances on her own.

A plan was beginning to form...

Rick decided to break up the awkward silence. "Does anyone have any food? I'm starving, and Mikhail will need food when he wakes up again."

Mikhail woke up awhile later with a little, but not a lot of strength. "Rick were's my guns and I need some food." Mikhail stared at Sophie. He knew the girl must of hated him.

Sophie looks up and replies softly "if you look in my rucksack you'll see I brought some tinned food and a tin opener"

"Hey kid sorry about what I did. I just went insane. I have lost a great deal of friends. Also can you me with the food?" Mikhail laid weakly as he slowly said the words as he fought the pain.

the look she gives Mikhail could have turned a person to stone.

all she says to him is "the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Feel free to have some of my food. Oh and my name is Sophie".

theres a little bit of venom in her voice but not as much as she would have given Mikhail if she hadn't calmed down.

Rick first went and got Mikhail his guns and ammo. Then he grabbed some food. "Alright, I think we have to make a plan to get out. If we stay much longer, we will die. But if we make a plan, we can get out together. So, any ideas?"

Sophie gathers her equipment, reloads her .22 pistol and organises her equipment, puts her katana back into her belt and slinging the crossbow over her right shoulder, the quiver of bolts hanging of the right side of her belt.

she leaves her backpack off while everyone eats the little food she could salvage from her home. there was still a few tins of spam left but she had refilled her two water bottles.

Having regained some composure she speaks again. "I suggested to Mikhail that we could go into the sewers and follow them out into the city limits but he thinks we need a map."

"It's possible, but were would we find a map of the sewers? Also, there would most likely be very strong monsters down there. Any ideas Mikhail?"

Mikhail passed out again whent they were talking.

Racoon City : day 4 1130 hours local time

Sophie gets a pillow from the bedroom and makes Mikhail comfortable.

She looks up at Rick and the other man and says "We can't go anywhere until Mikhail rests up and recovers his strength. I'm sure we could all do with some sleep as well but one of us needs to keep watch.

I'll do the first watch"

Sophie loads up her crossbow and without another word heads out of the apartment onto the fire escape. She makes sure the others can see her and then heads down to the bottom of it.

"Baka" she mutters when she sees the trash cans stacked up at the bottom of the fire escape stairs.

She shakes her head and after making sure she's got no company lowers the ladder and moves the trash cans so they can't be used to reach the ladder or be used to reach the bottom of the stairs.

She deftly climbs up again and pulls up the ladder.

Now safe from that angle of attack she climbs up the fire escape and returns to the roof so she can get an overview of happenings in the city.

Fires are still burning, isolated groups of zombies still roam the streets but things are different now. The zombie packs are getting bigger slowly but surely.

She swears and consults her watch. She decides to keep watch for another hour so the others can get some rest.

bump

OOC - Wow, thanks for throwing me a bone there...would have enjoyed you guys to give me a break to post up a bit.

IC -

Joseph couldn't help but notice the whole time the negativity he was getting from the young girl. He was unsure of this whole situation, and he himself still did not trust his new 'friends' yet. He kept his .22 holstered in a very cheap and 'ghetto' way, between his leg and his belt. He always kept it in somewhat loose as to be able to pull it out quickly. But now things were a little different, and things were getting calmer...and quieter. He did not like this at all. Then came the fourth day. He couldn't sleep, but pretended to do so as to keep an eye on everyone. He personally did not think the Girl could hold out so well as a watch, not to mention the dis-trust he felt from her. He'd rather lack some sleep than wake up a zombie. He noticed her walk to the window, and climb to the roof. She muttered something...and he noticed for the first time who she was.

He slowly crept up, grabbing his pistol since it layed next to his body while he faked his sleep. The safety was off, but he felt relatively safe and switched it back on. He got out to the window, with his pistol cheaply holstered, and climbed to the roof. She didn't notice him, and she just stared down from the roof. He walked over to her slowly, and began to speak.

"Well...I'd say what a sight but ya know...not exactly that kind of moment. Anyways, I'm Joseph. Don't think we have been introduced yet. And if you're wondering, I'm not as crazy as that Russian whatever his name is again." He awaited a response, kind of fearing another cold stare. That was the last thing he wanted from someone else, especially someone he has never done anything to.

OOC: hey mike, you there man? where are you taking this freakin truck?

Sophie whirls round when she hears the footsteps on the fire escape ladder and relieved lowers her crossbow when she sees Joseph joining her on the roof.

"Hi Joseph, I'm Sophie" the oriental girl replies back as friendly as she can while she looks out over the city and down into the alleyway.

Already some zombies had come examining her garbage can movement and unable to get up just wandered on through.

"We'll be safe for a good while here" she adds "those stiffs will never get up that ladder and I noticed earlier that the front door is barricaded"

She then tells Joseph her story so far;About what happened to her family, having to kill them after they became zombies and then about about meeting Mikhail and later being handcuffed by him and shoved in the closet.

Her story complete she asks "how come you got stuck here?"

Joseph, a bit startled, went on.

"Well...I'm on leave from the Army. Private First Class in the Airborne...but that stuff we can get to later. Anyways, how am I stuck here? Well...simple. I was given my leave, so I took it hoping to see my family. I arive here and the next morning I am introduced to some really fucked up shit. I've kind of lost all hope of finding my family, as seeing how hard it is to stay focused to keep even my self alive. I don't know what I'm gonna do though...I guess survive. But yea, that's basically my story." Joseph just looked down at the young girl, and tried to smile but knew it wouldn't have any affect. He just looked twards the horizon, and sighed.

"Sorry for eavsdropping, but I couldn't sleep. My name's Rick, and I guess you guys deserve to hear my story." Rick explained his and Mikhail's tale, and then he silently stared out the window into the night. He finally said to the man "So what do you think we should do to get out of here?"

Joseph looked down from the ledge at Rick, who was sitting at the window. Joseph somewhat sighed, and began speaking.

"The Army doesn't really train you for a Zombie freakout...I don't know. Stay alive? Hope for the better? I have a weird gut feeling about things, but I'd say we have a pretty good chance. I mean, it isn't as if it is hard to outsmart a pack of zombies. But who knows who else is out there? I would say attempting to link up with more survivors would be smart, make it community based and attempt outside communications. Keep a supply line running as long as we can, and hell be inventive on how to kill these fuckers..."

Joseph sighed again, actually not too sure of him self. He was Bipolar, and was really trying hard to not let his mind suddenly turn on him and drive him to his innevitable death. He really needed his family now, but knew that he may never see them again. This only made things worst, but he tried to remind him self that someothers were worst off. Like Sophie, and he tried to remind him self that she doesn't have anyone else except the people in this building. Or on.

"Unless there are more we don't know of, the only three survivors are currently in a truck driving out of the city. Unless something happens to them. Also, there is more than just zombies in this city. If we find a map, we can find the best route out of here, even if we have to walk. Also, the government is bound to find out about this incident, and rather than risk more casulties, they'll probably just bomb the hell out of this place.

Sophie goes over to Joseph and manages a smile for him. He had most likely lost his family as well and so she gave him a hug saying quietly "we'll get out of here and maybe your family will as well"

she goes over to the edge of the building and as she keeps watch she listens to Rick and Mikhails story.

she now partially understood why Mikhail had done what he did and how this unlikely group of survivors had come together.

she paled at the story of nemesis and says to Rick "I can be your map. I grew up here and I also know woodmanship. My father took me on hunting and camping trips as soon as I was as tall as a deer.

If the government is going to declare my home city a lost cause I suggest we either start going underground or find a vehicle and get out of here fast. I'm sure the quarantines still in effect but I'm sure we can find a way out once we reach the city limits...."

She listens intently hearing growling and looks down. a pack of rabid dogs had found them and where trying to get onto the fire escape.

More agile than the zombies they were going to be much more dangerous..

Joseph was a bit startled by the sudden smile and hug, but he returned it with a slight pat on Sophie's back. She then walked away to the edge, and began to speak. Joseph sighed, he knew how the Government would work with this. Unfortunately, he had the mis-fortune of actually being apart of a division responsible for certain outbreaks. But he was not ready to release that information, for as long as he knew they would get out alive, he would never risk it. He then heard the scratching too, and grabbed for his pistol.

"Dogs..." Joseph whispered, noticing that Sophie knew as well. Joseph's truck was still down below, but not everyone could fit in the cab. They would need something either larger, or something fast. He walked over to the other ledge, and looked down at the dogs as one jumped up to the first level, recieving something less then what it may have bargained for.

"There arn't that many, so don't waste too much ammo. Who knows what these things drug with them, there could be more zombies closing in on us now...which I really don't want to have the thought of dying or having to watch any of you die because of some dumb dogs dragging some company. So, someone care to wake Mikhail?" Joseph finished, pointing to Rick as he was somewhat talking loudly so he could here him from the other side. Joseph, sighing for the umpteenth time, looked to Sophie and said quietly.

"I know you might not want to trust those two right now, but we need to. Don't worry though, they won't be able to pull anything off with me around. I'll shoot them if I have too. Go gather your things, were going soon." He finished, picking up somewhat of a meaner tone. He seriously was not ready to die, and he was going to get he and these people out one way or another...alive.

Sophie nods and cautiously heads down to the room.

she soon spots the rotweiler bounding up the fire escape and aims her pistol crossbow at it.

"come closer" she says to herself and fires when the dog is 20 metres away.

It goes down with a 12" bolt in its belly whimpering.

She quickly reloads and sees another smaller dog at the bottom of the fire escape. She chances a look and sees that theres no zombie reception committee so far.

"theres 4 more down there" she calls up to Joseph as she lines up another shot.

Mikhail heard the yelling he weakly got up and went to the windown. Rick handed him his M4. Aimming at the one of the dogs heads he pulled the trigger. The bullets sprayed the dog's body. It fell to the ground and got back up again. Pulling the trigger again the bullets hit the dog. The dog fell over and it's stomach came out.

"That's one less dog to take care of..."

Before finishing he passed out on the ground.

'Theres 4 more' came the voice of Sophie as Joseph took aim to the one next to Sophie's second shot, he fires at it and the bullet nips off it's ear and enters the pelvis, disabling the hind legs. He shoots at it again, hearing the bullet make a nice whack as it went into the pup's skull. Sophie picked off another one, and Joseph shot the last one. One of them were still squirming, but Joseph wasn't going to risk it. He shot it in the head from the roof, then climbed down into the window.

Sophie extracts her bolts from the dogs and checks on Mikhail.

She sighs and makes him comfortable again this time covering him a blanket from the bedroom.

she then slips on her backpack and joins Joseph in the room.

"i think we got lucky" she says quietly to him.

There wasn't a sound to be heard and nothing could be seen moving around outside the room.

she takes a look to make sure but the coast was still clear.

Joseph looked down at Sophie, then out twards a window. He sighed, they had to leave yet Mikhail was still in bed. Joseph walked into the room, and began speaking to Rick.

"What do you want to do? Should we call this the point where we split apart? Or should we wait for his ass to finally get up, God only knows then we'll all be shuffling around the streets with the same goal as the rest of these fuckers have. So think quick, because my patience are running very low."

Sophie steps outside the window and keeps watch at the top of the fire escape.

the crossbow now reloaded she wonders whats wrong with Mikhail. He seemed very weak when he first woke up and his subsequent collaspes gave her cause for concern.

She had noticed the bullet wound in his leg and she had no medical training beyond very basic first aid and that he needed more help that she could give him.

While she racks her brain she keeps focused on her task. She knew that the dogs had got some brain surgery after they were downed to make sure they stayed dead but was only too aware that the corpses could attract quite a few diners.

"Are the dogs taken care of?" Rick came back to Mikhail. "Let's see what he has to say before we make a plan of escape."

"the dogs have been taken care off" Sophie replies to Rick and adds "whats wrong with Mikhail. I noticed his leg wound earlier but that alone wouldn't cause whats happening to him"

Michael looked across at mike to ask him a question and noticed he had fallen asleep at the wheel.

"Hey dumbass! wake up! didn't you guys get any sleep at the gun shop?" He yelled, shaking him. He slapped him. then he punched him. No response.
Then he saw the dart in mike's arm with the blinking light on the end.

"Tracking device!!!" Michael yelled and dove out of the moving vehicle, bruising his left shoulder in the process. The truck kept going.

Standing up and shaking his head, michael took stock of his surroundings.

"Bite...mark?" Joseph repeated in a whisper as he reloaded. He brought the pistol up and pointed it tward Mikhail, knowing it should be pointed at Rick's sorry ass.

"You mean he has a bite mark?" Joseph whispered again as the memory of the child getting up after being partly devoured. It was too obvious for him, something was wrong with 'bite mark' and hordes of zombies.

"He has a God damn bite mark and I've been sleeping in the same room with him? What the fuck is your problem? I saw one of them turn after having met his little unlucky fate. And here lies Mikhail, ready to rise dead and do to us what these God-forsakened hordes have been doing for who knows how long now?" Joseph had a sharp bitterness in his tone, staring twards Mikhail.

OOC- Pyschotika what are you talking about? Mikhail got shot in the knee, he didn't get bitten by anything.

Sophie replies "thats not a bite wound. It's either been caused by a bullet or an arrow. Bites are more messier"

"Mikhail was shot in the kneecap by a team from Umbrella. Mikhail's team was killed and used as cannon fodder. They shot Mikhail and prevented him from protecting a man we both cared about and wanted to get him out alive."