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 Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 4:15 pm
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 9:21 pm
Plot
In the Midwestern American mountain community of Raccoon City, nearly all of its citizens have been transformed into zombies by an outbreak of the T-virus, a new type of biological weapon secretly developed by the pharmaceutical company Umbrella.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 4:55 pm
((Nobody else wants to break the ice it seems...))
Chris took a slow, and silent breath as he pushed himself up against one of the walls, he swallowed calmly as he slid towards one of the boarded up windows and leaned out to peer through one of the few cracks between boards, "Damn... There is still too many to try and move safely, but I can't stay in here forever, I have to look for other survivors." He pulled his .45 out and pulled the chamber back, he had one in the hole, after that he dropped his clip into his hand, that was full and he had two clips in the leg holster.
He had to move, but he thought he would try just one more thing before he decided to wander aimlessly, he touched the com. on his ear, "This is Chris Redfield, I'm held up at a pawn shop that was transformed into a safe house. Whoever was here is gone, but the place doesn't appear to have been overrun. Respond."
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 6:05 pm
A fuzzy transmission comes over the Leon's radio. He holds it up to his ear to listen. He barely makes out the words.
"This is Leon S. Kennedy. RCPD." he replies as he runs through the tight alley. A door bursts open and a horde of undead come flowing out. He lifts his handgun and fires. He hits three in the head and they go down like flies. More flow out and he turns in the other direction and makes a run for it. The radio voice says that they are in a pawn shop. "I'm on my way!" He yells over the screams of zombies and gunshots.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 6:20 pm
His radio crackled back in his ear with a faint transmission. He managed to catch the first name, and RCPD and let out a slight breath of relief, "At least somebody is still alive in this hell hole." He looked around and made his way to the back entrance and looked through the spaces between the boards on this side, there were a few, manageable for a single person. He pressed his hand to his ear and replied, "Leon, I'm glad you heard me, come to the back entrance of the pawn shop, and knock twice. The main street is over run, there are still quite a few zombies through the alley, but if you move quickly, you should be able to make it without incident. Over." He kept next to the door and checked his gun chamber once more before sliding it back and looked at the combat knife attached to his leg. Deciding to test the speed of his unsheathing, he began to fiddle, pulling it out almost silently, and put it away in the same fashion before nodding to himself in approval.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 6:29 pm
"Copy that." the transmissions were clearer now that he was getting closer. He moves through the alley with lightning speed dodging and shooting zombies as he does. He peaks his head out into the main street as he comes to the pawn shop across the way. Too many of those things to kill. He turns around and makes his way back through the alley. He gets to the back entrance of the pawn shop and knocks twice. He waits for an answer anxiously.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 6:33 pm
Chris jerked his head towards the door and peeks out of the boarded windows around Leon's head not seeing any immediate threats of zombies coming in. He flipped the deadbolt open and motions for him to hurry inside as he grabbed him gently and pulled him in. He flipped the deadbolt back to the "locked" position. He extended a hand politely before introducing himself, "Chris. Chris Redfield, it's good to see another friendly face. I thought I was the only one crazy enough to come back to this Godforsaken place." Just in case the young man was crazed he brought his hand down to his knife but never broke his gaze.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 6:40 pm
"Leon Scott Kennedy." He replies taking his hand and shaking it firmly. "I came back to look for survivors. It's my first day on the job. Who knew all of this would happen." he says shaking his head and releasing Chris' hand. "Do you know what is going on?"
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 6:51 pm
Chris removed his left hand from his knife and shook his head, "I do know what's going on as a matter of fact. No doubt you've heard of the pharmaceutical giant Umbrella Corporation. The ones slowly monopolizing all medical aspects world wide. Keep with me, it may sound strange, but I had proof before the Arklay Mansion was destroyed, along with every shred of proof my partner and I had to put that company down. The pharmacology is nothing more than a front, Umbrella's real interest and research is development of biological weapons for the US Government, Raccoon City was ground zero for their initial experiment. A virtually unstoppable pathogen code named the T-Virus. What was supposed to make super soldiers instead killed off an entire population of people... The only problem is, as you've seen, they didn't stay dead. They feed on living flesh, and the only way to put these bastards down is to sever the spinal column, or shoot them in the head." He began to pace before he realized he should explain a little bit about himself, "I was part of an elite task force called S.T.A.R.S.-Special Tactics And Rescue Service. My squad 'Alpha Team' was dispatched to locate and retrieve our secondary squad, 'Bravo Team' they went down in the Arklay Mountains. We assumed they took refuge in the Arklay Mansion, we were right, but by the time we got there... they already got to the other team. He looked at Leon and awaited a reply calmly and patiently.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 7:02 pm
"So," he says after thinking for a minut. "This is all Umbrella's doing." he rubs his chin as he peaks out the crack of the boarded window. The undead slowly move around in sparatic patterns. Some try to claw thier way through the front door. "Well. Whatever is going on we can't stay here. I've noticed that staying in one place for too long seems to draw more and more. Plus, we should be looking for survivors. Besides myself have you recieved any other transmissions?"
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 7:15 pm
"None, I've tried several different channels in an attempt to reach my partner, or my other squad members to no avail. You were my first success. We should leave out the back again before the alley becomes a one way trip to zombie-ville." He nodded towards the rear exit as he spoke. He pulled his .45 out and touched his earpiece once again, "This is Chris Redfield, attempting to reach any surviving members of S.T.A.R.S. Repeat, this is Christopher Redfield, attempting to reach any survivors. I have found another survivor that caught a stray transmission, his name is Leon S. Kennedy. We are leaving a safe house in an attempt to locate any remaining survivors, respond. He stood there a moment with still no reply and shook his head as he looked to Leon. He walked over to the door slowly and switched the deadbolt to unlock and prepared to open it on Leon's say so.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 7:41 pm
"Before we jump into it we should figure out where we should look first. I'm almost out of ammo and only have this one handgun." He says holding it up. "If we go to the police station we might be able to find more and possibly a transport." He looks to Chris and points his gun at the door. "Alright? I'm ready when you are." he takes a deep breath trying to steady his quivering hand. First day on the job and already he's fired his gun over ten times. Most officers don't fire one shot in ten years.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 10:12 pm
Chris saw the shaky hand, but mentioned nothing about it. "Police station it is then." He tore the door open and pointed his gun left then right with his left hand moving up to cup the bottom of the gun and steady his own hand. He saw a couple of zombies moving towards them and fired two shots into their skulls and kept moving. "Fire no more than you have to Leon, the sound draws them nearer, couple that with the smell of living flesh and we'll be overrun before we know what hit us." He kept his gun aimed forward but every nook and cranny they passed he pointed his gun over there to make sure nothing was in them. He grabbed his knife and set his right wrist on top of his left, which was holding the knife.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 10:28 pm
"Right." Leon nods and follows Chris out. He felt better knowing Chris, a STARS leader was with him. He was more trained for things like this. He shoots one in the head and then runs to another and kicks it in the face. It's head splatters in a gory red mess. They move out into the street and start making their way downthe block. The police station was only four city blocks away. The streets seemed pretty clear from the other side of the block. Yet they cross and decide to stick to the back ways.
((Sorry if it seems like I'm controlling you or something. Leading you around. Feel free to do it me I guess.....?))
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 10:58 pm
((It only bothers me in a fight, lol))
Chris looked up when they got to the police station but in the adjacent alley, "It's quiet, keep your guard up Leon. I don't like this..." He moved slowly and came up behind a zombie and dug his knife into the brain stem before yanking the knife out. He brought his gun up again and motioned for him to move forward. He kept his eyes and ears open and took the rear as they moved quickly to the entrance of the police department and moved in. Chris checked left and right, then up on the ceilings. "Check the area, move quickly. Conserve your ammo, at least until you get more, or another weapon, whichever comes first." He moved slowly, flipping his aiming laser to the flashlight and made a sweep of the area before deciding to try radio communication again, "This is Christopher Redfield and Leon S. Kennedy, we are at the Raccoon City Police Department, we are looking for any survivors. I repeat, we are looking for survivors is anybody there, respond.
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