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Post by Chris on Jul 10, 2011 1:03:24 GMT -5
Ice snorted when Guy sad that he thought she needed therapy to work through her behavioral problems. "Why would I want to do that? If you strip away my psychopathic and anti-social traits then I'd have a very bland and boring personality. Those are my best qualities," she retorted dryly.
Then she rolled her eyes. "Yes, genius, you being witnesses places you into the evidence category. And by terminate I do not mean a nice little cushy vacation. I mean bullet through the brain. If you're lucky that's the method they choose, anyway," she said.
The fact that there was only static coming across the radio didn't surprise Ice. "You probably won't find anything. The Clean Up Crew has probably already put a blocker up. They always cut off outside access when a town has been compromised," she said, shrugging.
Ice focused on the road, glancing in the rear view mirror a few times to make sure she didn't see anything behind them. They had to go a good distance before they could stop. Stopping too soon would be suicidal, but Ice always did hate being stuck in a car. Which was probably way she pushed down a little farther on the gas pedal.
When Guy suddenly asked what they were researching that created the zombies, Ice blinked. Surprise flickering across her face before she could stop it. Well hell, Princess was a little slow but he wasn't quite as dense as Ice had took him for. Who knew?
She tapped her nails on the steering wheel for a moment, trying to decide if she should answer. Finally, Ice rolled her eyes. What the hell? They'd already told them basically everything that was going on anyway. Myra would kill the group if she caught him no matter what Ice told them, might as well tell them full story, right?
"I'm surprised you thought to ask, Princess," Ice quipped. "Officially they were suppose to be researching medical cures. Find a cure for cancer, that sort of thing. The company's leading scientist, a man by the name of Dr. Henry Quentin, created a cure. Or at least what was suppose to be a cure, anyway."
"Umbrella injected it into a living test subject that was dying of pancreatic cancer to see if it would cure it. The cure Quentin made cured the cancer, but it had a very odd effect on the patient. Turned them insane. They became violent, attacked the doctors and nurses before being put down." Ice shrugged. "They made some adjustments to it and tried again. The next case went even weirder. The patient they injected it with died during the injection. Flatlined on the table. They called a T.O.D and covered her up. An hour later she was munching on the nurse. Apparently that gave Umbrella the idea to try something even more sick. They began experimenting on the dead. The 'cure' became a 'virus' and could reanimate dead bodies," Ice explained, keeping her eyes on the road the entire time.
"They're currently working on trying to control the zombies. Make them only eat the people they want them to eat and not the workers, that sort of thing. But. while they're doing this research, the virus is being shipped around the world to all of the Umbrella Faculties. Sometimes the idiots delivering the virus makes a mistake. Wrecks the truck or something, and the virus is spilled into the ground." Ice shrugged. "I don't understand how it works. But apparently once it leaks into the ground, it spreads. Grows like mold or something. Since the dead are buried underground. . . it somehow reaches them and effects them. Causing them to wake up, crawl out of their graves and start stumbling around and munching on the local yokels. It takes about three days once the virus is leaked to reach and wake the zombies," she added. That was why her and Rayne had traveled nonstop for three days straight to get there in time. They'd left the second they heard about the accident and raced there before the Clean-Up Crew was dispatched.
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Post by Chris on Jul 10, 2011 1:28:10 GMT -5
Rayne glanced over at Nate when he asked about why they didn't call the White House or Homeland Security to take care of the problem. "Because," she began, "the Umbrella Cooperation is an international wide company that's extremely powerful and influential. On the outside, they're a great company. Breaking through the barriers and creating life-saving cures. They pay off a lot of high officials to try to keep their image clean. They've basically convinced the government that they're trustworthy. From what I know, the Clean-Up Crew is top secret, and they make the government believe they rescue witnesses instead of killing them and only shoot the zombies. So if we try to call anyone for help, they'll just turn us all over to Umbrella," Rayne explained.
Rayne turned back to Ziggy, raising an eyebrow slightly at him. "Sounds like you've been hearing the real truth about Umbrella if everything you heard about them isn't good. The company is extremely horrid. The experiments they do is hideous. . . which I really don't need to tell you since you've seen the zombies up close," she realized. Rayne sighed and leaned back in her seat. "They've been doing other stuff too. Really top secret stuff that I've only heard rumors about."
Rayne trailed off for a moment, and remembered she'd promised to tell Ziggy about the vial she'd used on the zombies shortly before Myra had arrived. "That vial that I threw earlier, the one that killed all of the zombies?" Rayne began, "that was Quentin's first attempt at a cure for the virus. Instead of curing them; it killed them. Umbrella had him make a trumped up version of it through to give to Clean-Up Crew to use in major cases of zombies that they can't shoot them all. We don't have very many vials of that, though, so we can only use it when we're extremely desperate," she explained.
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Post by Chris on Jul 10, 2011 1:51:53 GMT -5
Myra woke up to a pounding headache and the sound of moaning. What the hel- shit. Myra opened her eyes, instantly rolling to one side and just barely missing a decaying hand that had been reaching for her. Myra grabbed her gun and quickly shot the zombie in the head, then scrambled to her feet.
"Oh that little bitch is going to pay for that," Myra grumbled, rubbing the back of her head and pulling back slightly sticky red fingers from where Rayne had hit her on the back of the head. Myra took a little anger out by shooting the closest zombies. But her anger would just continue to build until she found the idiot girls again. Rayne and Ice. . . she'd love killing those two traitors.
And where the fuck was Jayne? She'd told him to meet her here yet he wasn't there. Rolling her eyes, Myra turned and stormed through the parking lot. If he didn't get there in the next two minutes she was going to. . .
Myra rounded the corner of the building and spotted the black Escalade. "About fucking time," she grumbled under her breath. Myra shot a few zombies she passed just for the hell of it as she walked over to the Escalade and yanked one of the doors open. "Gee, glad you could finally show up. I hope I didn't interrupt any dinner plans you had," Myra said, sarcasm hanging heavily on each word.
She rolled her eyes when she saw Q. Great, that was all she needed to make her day even better, the rambling scientist. If he started babbling at her she was liable to shoot him. Then Myra remembered that the head of Umbrella had forbid her from doing that because Quentin was pretty important for his skills, but that didn't mean she couldn't shoot him in the foot . . .
Myra shook her head. She needed to focus on the task at hand and deal with that later if he started annoying her. Myra climbed into the seat, sitting down but leaving her door open. "The Bitch Duo were here," she said, meaning Rayne and Ice. "They took off with a group of witnesses. They were getting into a black Hummer, did you see it on your way in?" she asked. "We'll have to track them down." Myra said, shooting another zombie then tossing her now empty gun onto the seat beside her.
"When I give the word, hit the gas and get us the hell out of here," she ordered Jayne. Myra dropped her bag into the floor of the car and reached inside, pulling out a small silver device. It was a bomb that would completely destroy the mall and the surrounding area. Myra had already done the same thing at a few other places she'd came across that was too full of zombies to kill every one of them. Truthfully Myra would rather just do that at every place in town, but it was against Umbrella rules. It would draw too much attention for a whole town to suddenly go 'boom'. So she could only do it at the places that were too infested with zombies to clean out then Umbrella would pay off the officials to make it look like a gas leak had caused it. Whatever, Myra didn't really care what Umbrella's coverup story was.
She pressed a few buttons on it, then leaned out of the car and threw it at the mall. It hit the ground and rolled right up to the front door. "Now. Go. Unless you want your ass scattered all over the parking lot," Myra snapped, slamming her door shut.
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Post by Shawn on Jul 12, 2011 0:09:11 GMT -5
Guy shook his head. “Wow if those are your best qualities I can't even begin to imagine the range of other issues you must have.” He said as he flicked off the radio, sick of hearing nothing but static. He shot her a look when she referred to him as Princess, again. He would've had something to say about that but he was too interested in her story about the zombies were created. It was pretty genius actually an army of controlled zombies, or even better like undead butlers. “You know that's pretty impressive, I mean bring the dead back to life like that.” It was all like a cool action movie, zombies, crazy people with guns chasing them, even a mad scientist. “So how exactly do you know all this? I mean are you like a spy or something, cause this all sounds like stuff they'd keep pretty top secret.” He said glancing out the window becoming slightly more and more disappointed when he saw no one chasing them. He wanted a car chase, a firefight and well anything that was even remotely more exciting than driving around planning twenty questions. Living in a small town, lying low for the past two years had been almost unbearably boring and being in his own action movie was more exciting than pretty much anything else he'd done. He really hoped he'd get to blow something up, and just as he thought that he heard a loud BOOM and he instinctively stuck his head out the window as the mall was blown to pieces. “Damn they blew up the fucking mall.” He said grinning, he didn't actually care for the mall and most of the people that spent there days there had been zombies to begin with.
Ziggy shrugged. “There was a whistle blower online a few years ago, blogging on all sort of things they'd seen and after only a week the site was gone, and supposedly Umbrella had made them disappear in a very final way.” He said, which is how he knew the few things he did know, Zig was a sucker for a conspiracy theory. Ice started explaining how the zombie virus was spread and he instantly grew a shade paler. “If a virus like that leaks into the ground it could easily leech into groundwater supplies, people could be drinking it, watering crops with it, cooking with it, bottling it and selling it, anything. It could easily spread everywhere, something like that, could seriously mess the world up.” He sighed and reached into his pocket for joint, he need to calm down a bit, and half the group seemed to be smoking cancer sticks anyway so he lit one up. “Anyone want a hit?” He offered.
“If you think about it the White House is full of brain dead puppets anyway, becoming zombies wouldn't be so different for them anyone.” Nate said grinning. He wasn't so interested in the endless amount of questions Guy seemed to have, how and why they created zombies wasn't so hard to figure out. Generally people were motivated by pride or greed, or a combination of both, and a obviously controlling the dead could make for good business. He glanced over at Amelia and rolled his eyes, he thought he'd already discussed the apologizing thing with her, Nate didn't believe in the words sorry or regret. “No worries babe, you can be rough with me.” He whispered with an grin. “Though I don't know how long you'll consider me someone you can get along with. I'm pretty much an asshole.” He warned half serious. “You sure you can handle me?”
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Post by Shawn on Jul 12, 2011 0:49:13 GMT -5
Jayne shrugged. “Car's need gas, so we stopped at an abandoned gas station to steal some gas. Also your genius need Red Bull, beef jerky and gummy worms.” Jayne said, emphasizing the word genius with a sarcastic tone.
“Speaking of..” Q said as he rummaged around through all the junk he'd collected in the backseat. “I saved you some jerky and gummy worms.” He said tossing her a package of jerky and a bag of gummy worms. Then grabbed another Red Bull and opening it with a quiet pop, and drank about half of it before placing it in a cup holder.
Janye grabbed the gun Q had altered to shoot tracking devices. “Genius Boy invented something that actually works.” He said showing her the gun. “I shot the bumper with this, and supposedly we can track them on his gps thing.” He said shrugging not really understanding how the thing worked.
Q rolled his eyes, that was not the way he'd explained the gun to Jayne. “See what I did was I designed a special sort of bullet to, on impact, release thousands of magnetic nanobots, which hook onto the car and transmit it's location straight to this.” He said handing her a device that looked a lot like an Itouch. “So unless they drive through a lake or something we can track them. No way can they even see the nanobots, microscopic.” He rambled on proud of his new baby.
Myra said go and Jayne's foot slammed onto the petal and the car took off fast. Q fell right out of his seat and nearly hit his head on the door, which reminded him of his side project. He grabbed the camera and flipped it back on, zooming in on Myra.
“And now I have the great honor of introducing you, my lucky viewers, to our great and beautiful leader. Myra, a woman who knows no fear, with the strength of a grizzly bear and the cunning of a snake. A true hero for a world filled with nothing but the antithesis. Bravely she set out on a crusade to stop the spread of the evil undead and to save the human race.” He said before turning to film out the back window, getting a shot of the mall exploding. “We now flee a town so infested with zombies that the only option was to make sure that none of them could spread there virus of the damned.” He said narrating then a piece of a zombies face, obviously projected by the malls explosion, slammed against back window. Quentin shrieked and dropped to the floor, then popped his head back a few seconds later when he realized he wasn't about to be eaten. He shut off the camera for a second.
“Oh Myra I've got something new.” He said rummaging around the backseat of the car again until he found a small vial of a silver colored liquid and held in up between his thumb and finger. “This will either make a subject totally immune to virus or possibly, like a forty percent chance of causing the death of the subjects brain cells in a few hours. So clearly I need a test subject...” He said hopefully, she had mention Ice and Rayne had survivors. “Also I would need more infected DNA samples for experimenting if it's unsuccessful.” He added as he studied the liquid in the vial. Sure Q knew it wasn't exactly ethical to experiment on live human subjects but the circumstances were special. If going threw a few failed test subjects lead to a successful cure or even a way to make someone immune to the virus it would save far more lives than they'd lose. The numbers worked right but still Q felt like he was still the bad guy.
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Post by marie on Jul 12, 2011 1:27:32 GMT -5
Amelia let out a laugh, about the White House being full of brain dead people and took a puff. She listened..well rephrase, she half-listened to the conversation that was going on around her. She noticed that Nate rolled his eyes at what she said, she bit her lip. She heard what he said, "Alright, dear." then she heard his little warning, "Well I think I can handle you, the quicktion is, can you handle me, sweetheart?" she asked, with a smirk. "Besides I can be a total bitch." she added, glancing away. She was pretty much sure if anyone liked challenges, it was her. She would try to protect him without him actually knowing it. After all, it appears this was she was preparing for in the first place. She shook those thoughts out of her head, and glanced out the window, "So what's on this island?" she asked the ladies in charge. She figured she didn't need to say sorry to Nate anymore, cause she got the jiff of it and not like, pick fights with him..well just yet. She tilted her head, whispers"I hate riding in the car." she liked being behind the wheel, it seemed like the driver just wasn't driving fast enough. She layed her head back against the head rest, she was ready to shoot something..and she would have but she wasn't going to waste bullets.
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Post by Chris on Jul 13, 2011 1:15:45 GMT -5
Ice snorted when Guy said that it was pretty impressive about being able to bring the dead to life. "That's not exactly true. They'd do better to put their effort into making robots," she grumbled. Not to mention, there was the other things she'd seen Umbrella do. Things even worse then zombies. But. . . that wasn't something she would be mentioning anytime soon. She blinked, shooting Guy a sidewise glance when he asked her how she knew all of that, asking if she was a spy "Something like that," she answered vaguely. Even without her hatred of answering questions- which Guy seemed to have a million of- Ice didn't want to answer that one. That answer just might cause problems for both her and Rayne if the group knew just exactly who they were. At least at the moment, anyway. Ice turned in her seat for a second, looking out the window when she heard a loud explosion. "Myra doesn't waste any time," she said, sighing, turning back to keep her eyes on the road. If the mall was just now blowing up, though, then that meant that Myra must have been a good distance behind them. And Ice was all for having a head start.
Rayne cringed slightly when Ziggy mentioned how the website that he'd found out his information from had suddenly disappeared. She had a feeling she knew exactly what had happened to the creator of it. In fact, she vaguely remembered Myra talking about a case similar to that not too long ago. Myra had always liked to brag about her 'cases' that she took care of. She didn't say anything though when Ziggy mentioned that if it virus spread like that that it could turn this into an even better problem. She'd thought of the exact same thing herself for a long time, now. "Usually," she started, "the clean up crew is dispatched the second that the virus is leaked. They get to the infected zone and contain it before the zombies rise, then stake out the local graveyards and keep them from getting very far. But this time they were late. The driver died in the wreck that caused this problem, so he couldn't report it to Umbrella. Umbrella didn't discover the problem until the delivery was late," she explained, looking out the window. It was bad enough that Umbrella did what they did. . . but the least they could do was upgrade their system enough to keep exposures like this one from happening. She turned back from the window when she heard Ziggy and raised an eyebrow slightly at him. "No, thanks. I can't risk letting my head get even a little hazy right now," she said, shaking her head and looked towards Amelia when she asked what was on the island. "Nothing," she answered, "that's why we're going there. Ice and I have set up a little base there, and stocked it with enough supplies to last for several years. Think Gilligan's Island, basically," she said, shrugging.
Ice went quiet for the next part of the trip, watching the road, and continuing to check for anyone following them. About an two hours passed, and they had went through several small town. Empty towns. Completely empty towns with no living survivors and no dead zombies. Ice would have preferred to go farther, she didn't like stopping, but a glance at the dashboard told her she'd have to stop soon. "We're about out of gas," Ice said to nobody specific.
Rayne sighed. "Let's find a place to stay for the night. Maybe we're luck out and they're be a gas station not far from there," Rayne suggested.
Ice didn't answer, but she did start looking for a place to stay. A dirt road leading into the trees caught her eye up ahead. The less populated ares the less chance of zombies. Also, the road was nearly hidden from sight, they needed a place out of the way that Myra and crew wouldn't spot easily. She pulled the Hummer onto the dirt road, and drove past nothing but trees for a couple of minutes until an old farmhouse suddenly came into view. Ice pulled the Hummer off the dirt road and pulled it around behind the farmhouse before shutting it off. "Well," Ice said, leaning forward and looking up towards it. It was a a very old, two story farmhouse that looked like it had seen better days, with chipped yellowy paint that Ice guessed was probably once white. "The most zombies here would probably be whoever lived here. I doubt there was that many. And it's out of the way, so it should be safe from Myra and company from finding us," she said. She pulled the keys out of the ignition and pushed her door open.
Rayne climbed out of the Hummer shortly after Ice and looked up at the sky. The sun had set an hour or so ago, but the moon was nearly full that night, lighting up the land well enough. There was a barn sitting a bit back from the farmhouse, and a little storage building sitting in the middle of the yard. Jaz walked up beside her, crinkling her nose and looking up at the farmhouse.
"It reminds me of that place in that old Night Of The Living Dead movie," Jaz complained.
"Yeah well, let's hope we have better luck then they did," Rayne said, sighing. "Alright," she began, turning to face the group. "everyone try not to wander off too far. In case we have to leave in a hurry everyone can get back here quickly. Also try to stay in a group of two or more, in case you run into trouble," she suggested. "Amelia, and Nate," she said, turning to face them. "You both seem to be able to handle yourselves," she observed. She remembered seeing at least Amelia shoot a few zombies, she couldn't remember if Nate had or not, but both seemed like they could handle a zombie popping out at them. "You two go check out the storage building. I doubt there's anyone out there, but stay on your toes just in case there is. Mostly I want you to look for anything useful, mostly gas containers. They might have some gas stored in there that they were using for tractors or lawn mowers or whatever. If you find any, bring it back here and fill up the hummer and store the extra in the back," she said.
"I'll check out the house, make sure that it's empty or find any survivors in it," Rayne added.
"I'll take the barn," Ice offering, already starting to walk in that direction.
"Wait a minute, Ice," Rayne called after her. "Take Guy with you." At the look Ice shot her, Rayne shrugged. "You can't leave him to wander around on his own, besides if you find anything useful he can help you carry it back," she added.
Ice glared at Rayne for a long moment, then rolled her eyes. "Fine, whatever," she grumbled. Then she shot Guy a look. "Come on, Princess, get a move on," she grumbled, turning and walking quickly towards the barn.
Rayne sighed and looked back to Ziggy and Jaz. "Alright, I guess you two come with me to check out the house," she said.
Jaz frowned, looking past Rayne up at the farmhouse again. "I'm not going in there. What if it's full of those walking gross things?" she asked.
Rayne sighed and rubbed her eyes. "Fine, lock yourself in the Hummer until I check it out," Rayne said.
Jaz's eyes widened. "You're not leaving me out here alone!" she said.
Rayne bit down on her tongue. Good thing Ice was already out of hearing distance otherwise Rayne was fairly certain that Ice wouldn't have been able to stop herself from strangling the girl. "Fine, then come on," she said. Rayne turned and walked towards the old wraparound porch. The stairs creaked under her feet, making her a little concerned her feet would go right through them. She walked up to the back door and tried the handle. Locked, of course. Sighing, Rayne bent and pulled her jean leg up enough to reveal the top of her boot. She reached inside and pulled out a slim, black lock picking kit.
"What are you doing carrying that around?" Jaz asked over her shoulder.
Rayne shrugged. "Comes in handy at times like these," Rayne answered vaguely. She had to try a few different things and keep jiggling the handle, but the knob finally turned. She slid her kit back into her boot and reached to open the door but paused. "Do you still have that gun Guy gave you?" she asked Jaz.
Jaz crinkled her nose again. "Yeah, it's in my purse. But I hope you don't expect me to shoot anything," she said.
Rayne blinked at her, considering arguing with her, but then decided against it. "Just. . . stay close, then," she finally said. Then she looked to Ziggy. "You stay close as well until we make sure the house is empty," she advised. Then she turned and pushed the door open. Walking in, Rayne quickly scanned the kitchen that she found herself in. It was a very old kitchen, in desperate need of an update, Rayne silently noted. The fridge was old and Rayne faintly wondered if that wasn't one of the first ones ever made. Same went for the stove and other appliances there. "It's like stepping back in time," she grumbled under her breath. Rayne walked through the kitchen and into the living room. The living room was pretty bare. Only a couch and some chairs scattered around. An ancient looking tv with rabbit ears sat in front of the couch, and a bookcase sat in the corner "Ziggy," Rayne said, turning to face him, "check the tv. See if you can get anything on it," she asked. She also spotted a radio sitting on a table in corner. "Jaz, check that out," she added.
Jaz walked over to the old radio and started turning dials on it. All she got was static at first, but she shrugged and kept trying anyway.
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Post by Shawn on Jul 14, 2011 3:53:16 GMT -5
Guy shrugged, robots could be awesome too, it didn't really matter as long as he wasn't in that lame ass town, bored out of his mind then all was good. Rayne mentioned something about the island being like Gilligan's Island and he rolled his eyes. “That sounds seriously boring I think I'd rather take my chances with Myra, then spend my time making coconut radios.” He muttered.
Ziggy nodded, but he wasn't at all convinced that Umbrella could keep this zombie virus from become the next or possibly the last environmental disaster. All it would take is a good rain shortly after a spill or during one and those chemicals could run off into the streams and rivers, spreading and well ending the world. Some things were too dangerous to be played with and if you asked him this was one of those things. He wasn't surprised that they were almost out of gas. “You know ridiculous monstrosity only get's like what eight miles a gallon. I'm actually surprised this didn't happen sooner.” He said shrugging.
Eventually the got to the, well Guy wasn't sure how to describe the place Ice found. He'd call it a shit hole but that wasn't even bad enough to describe it. He glanced over at Jaz and grinned. “You know I bet that place is just full of roaches and spiders and those weird bugs with pinchers on there butts.” He said, still trying to mess with her a bit.
Nate looked at the place they were staying out. “You know I doubt Myra would even want to look for us here. I mean seriously this place is for like farm animals. You don't actually expect us to stay here?” He said shaking his head, knowing the answer to his complaint but wanting to voice it anyway. He paused for a second and leaned back into Amelia's ear. “As a matter of fact, I would love to handle you.” He said before hopping out of the car. Then Rayne gave them some sort of task to do and he rolled his eyes. He headed towards the storage building anyway figuring there wasn't anything to argue about, it was a semi-sane plan, but he hated being give orders by anyone. At least he'd get to hang out with Amelia more, that could be interesting, and if he saw any damn zombies he was going to shoot them right between the eyes so she could stop acting like the didn't know what he was doing.
“Yeah gang let's split up cause that never goes wrong in a horror movie. Oh wait yeah it does, that never even works out for Scooby Doo.” Guy said rolling his as Rayne started giving out more orders. She told Ice to take him with her and he groaned. “Seriously? I'm not purse sized puppy for some crazy chick to tag along with. I'm perfectly fine on my own.” He said as he picked up his pace to catch up with Ice. “And quit calling me Princess alright, sweetheart,” He said saying his last word with as much fake affection as he could bare to stomach. “Or I'll.” He paused to try and thinking of something threatening he could say that she'd even take seriously. “I'll start singing.” He said grinning.
Ziggy nodded and followed Rayne to the house. He glanced at Jaz and gave a smile. “It'll be okay, I mean we survived the hundreds at the mall, no way there's that many here right.” He said hoping to be a bit more helpful than he had been. Rayne picked the lock and the entered the farmhouse. “At least it doesn't smell like zombie's, just mold, dust, and old people.” He said as he headed over to the TV and flipped it on. Static. He flipped the channel, more static. He kept turning the nob on the television but all he got was static. “Nothing's on, or the TV is broken.” He said as he starred at the black and white static on the screen.
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Post by marie on Jul 14, 2011 4:47:29 GMT -5
Amelia heard the chicks answer and sighed, then looked at the place they was saying and all the comments about the place. "Are we expected to sleep here?" she questioned, not comfortable sleeping in a farm while Zombies could attack them or the people wanting to kill them would arrive. She heard Nate's whisper, which made her smirk then got out after him. She leaned in, "Go for it." she whispered before she heard their orders, what the...? she thought, normally she would never follow orders from anyone. She forced herself to do her job, she let out a irritated side and followed Nate towards their desinated spot. She nudged Nate's arm when she followed in step with him, "So when imma see these amazing moves?" she winked, curiously. So they had to look for Zombies and kill them and if their was survivers help them?.. and look for gas containers and fill up the car, that was alot of work, she could lose focus very easily sometimes.
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Post by Shawn on Jul 14, 2011 4:50:35 GMT -5
Gator turned off the main road and drove the old Camaro down a dirt road. He still felt sick and the half a pack of red's he'd smoked weren't helping. He'd knew what he'd seen, a rotting dead person stumbling around the woods eating another person. Obviously this was some sort of zombie epidemic like in those movies he'd watched as a kid. It was one thing to see it but to hear it, to smell it that was worse. He'd shot the zombie, blew out the things brains and then decided his hunting trip was over. He'd turned the stereo in his car sown low and listened to some AC/DC, he couldn't handle music loud right now, he was already on edge. His radio got no signal, and he didn't know what sort of condition the rest of the world was in. It was just his luck that the whole world would go to hell when he finally got some vacation time. He flicked the rest of his cigarette out the window and pulled up to where his grandparents old farm was, he'd stay there when he went hunting, it was so close to the wilderness and away from most people. He noticed a black hummer parked out front. He sighed and shock his head. He grabbed his badge and handgun from the glove compartment and stuck the badge into his jean's pockets.
He got of the car and softly closed the door. He had no idea what sort of people he could be dealing with. He slowly approached the car with his gun ready, but he found the hummer to be empty. He moved closer to the farm house and he could faintly hear voices. He gave the door a quick shove and stood in the door way, gun ready keeping a close eye on the three people he saw. “Freeze, and identify yourselves.” He said firmly, they didn't look like zombies so he didn't want to shoot anyone, but they were technically breaking and entering, plus he saw at least on of them had a gun. “Officer Gator Dylan.” He said identifying himself He slowly reached into his pocket and grabbed his badge so they could see.
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Post by Shawn on Jul 14, 2011 23:01:05 GMT -5
Nate raised an eyebrow. “You dare to question my moves, and there amazingness?” He joked before doing his best evil laugh. “Just for that I shall make you indefinitely.” He added with a grin as they got closer to the storage shed. “Also I wouldn't want to distract you too much, if you recall we're supposed to stay vigilant or we'll become zombie chow.” He said a bit more seriously, but still with his joking grin. He paused and got very quit as he listened for anything behind the door like a zombie moans or something. It seemed pretty quit so he glanced over at Amelia, before slowly opening the door. He glanced inside and instantly felt sick, there were exactly there zombies chowing down on what appeared to be what was left of an old man. One of the zombies looked up and it's eyes locked with with Nate. He quickly raised his gun and fired a single round into the zombie's head. As soon as he pulled the trigger he froze as he remembered the face of the man he'd killed.
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Post by Chris on Jul 15, 2011 2:06:37 GMT -5
Myra had already braced herself for when Jayne took off, by putting her hands on the back of the seat in front of her. She rolled her eyes at Q though when he fell out of his seat.
Oh my God, I'm surrounded by idiots. . . Myra thought.
She turned and let out a low growl when she saw Q aiming the video camera at her. "I swear to God, if you don't keep that thing off of me, I'm going to cram it down your throat," she warned. Myra didn't even want him bringing the damn camera to begin with. "It's a waste of time to go around videotaping, you know, you can't release anything. That's the whole point of my job," she spoke the last part slowly and full of sarcasm.
She turned and looked out the window when she heard the explosion, letting out a low chuckle at the piece of flying zombie. "Not bad. Much bigger then last explosion, actually," she said, shrugging. The last explosion had only thrown zombies bits around the direct surrounding area. When she looked away from the back window, she rolled her eyes when she saw Q hiding in the floor.
"Oh for God's sake. How the fuck are you going to handle tagging along with us if you can't handle a little zombie guts?" Myra asked, rolling her eyes. That wasn't the first time that Myra had wondered why the hell Umbrella had decided to stick her with Q. There were other Clean-Up Crews that he could have went with. Actually ever since unit of the Clean Up Crews had been dispatched for the recent string of events. There usually wasn't this many bad outbreaks. . . but there was a rumor going that someone had purposely caused the outbreaks.
Myra, even being the head of the Clean-Up Crew and having access to a lot of top secret information, wasn't able to find out the truth about that rumor.
Myra raised an eyebrow slightly at Q when he said that he had something new. At least he didn't try to explain it step by step. Myra hated when he started explaining how he created something. She didn't understand half the shit he said, she wasn't a damn scientist. "Gee, if it's only a 40 percent chance," she grumbled. Myra let out a dramatic sigh. "Fine, I can get you a test subject. Rayne and Ice had like, four survivors, if I counted right. We'll keep one of them back and you can give them the stuff," Myra said. Partly annoyed about having to not kill one of the survivors right away. If they got away, and Q's. . . whatever the hell it was, didn't fry their brain cells she'd have to track them down again later. But Umbrella would have her ass if she didn't get the subject for Q since that was, after all, what they sent him there to do.
"Getting the inflected samples won't be hard. There's a whole fucking town of zombies," she grumbled.
Myra rubbed her eyes, her head felt like it was going to crack, thanks to Rayne's damn gun. "That tracking. . . thingy of yours," Myra said, dropping her hand onto her lap and turning to look at Q agian and giving him a look that clearly threatened physical violence if he tried to explain it again. "Is it working?" she asked. "We need to find out where they went."
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Post by marie on Jul 15, 2011 2:11:45 GMT -5
Amelia slightly smirked, when she heard Nate's joke, "Oh of course, I do. I'd like you to show me better than you can tell me." she winked. Then she heard his added on comment, she grinned back, "I'll hold that against you, babe." she gently nudged him. She brought out her gurn when she heard something about Zombie chow and shook her head, "You'd be surprise how much I can still kill something while being busy." she smiled, shurgging. She noticed taht Nate paused to see if he could hear a Zombie, could you really hear those things. She raised an eyebrow when she noticed Nate raise his gun before she could even pull her trigger, she glanced over at Nate, shooting the old man, making sure he was dead, too and tilted her at him, "You okay, dear?" she said, putting her hand on his should and leaned in and kiss his check, "It'll be okay." she said, before she leaned away thinking she got overly sensittive, she was loosing it and she was going to blame the fact that Zombies was trying to kill them. She walked in, glancing around to make sure no more was in there, "I don't see anything, dear." she said, when the room was clear, "So gas tanks.." she trailed.
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Post by Chris on Jul 15, 2011 2:43:06 GMT -5
Jaz scrunched her nose up at Guy. "Ew, I didn't even think about bugs being in there," she said, "there better not be any silverfish. I hate silverfish, with there. . . squiggly little. . . ugh," Jaz shook her head.
She looked over at Ziggy and sighed. "I guess there shouldn't be as many here. . ." she said, she hadn't really thought about that since it was so isolated there shouldn't be quite as many zombies here as there was at the mall. But still, in the horror movies the blonde almost always got eaten. Especially blondes with her kind of personality. Jaz frowned, maybe she should be more sarcastic. No, no the sarcastic chicks always got eaten as well.
"Same here with the radio," Jaz said, after Ziggy said that the tv wasn't getting anything.
Rayne sighed. "Damn, I was hoping that we could find out how bad this has gotten," she said. She looked around the room, spotting the stairs. "Probably should check upstai-" was all she got out before the door suddenly opened. Jaz let out a high-pitched scream that made Rayne cringe, she was pretty sure the girl busted an eardrum.
Rayne automatically pulled her gun out, hearing the door and spun around. She paused though, it wasn't someone from Umbrella. No, it was a. . . cop. Great. Rayne squinted her eyes a little to look at the badge he had and sighed. Great a cop was all she needed right now. But then again, it was another survivor.
"I'm Rayne, and this is Ziggy and Jaz," she said, nodding her head towards them. She also lowered her gun slowly and slid it back into the waistband of her jeans. Normally she wouldn't have, but the dude wasn't Umbrella, and probably owned the house they had. . . sorta, broken into. Besides, he didn't have that look like he actually wanted to shoot them. Rayne had seen that look plenty of times.
"We're-" Rayne paused. Shit. How was she going to explain why they were there? If . . what was his name? Gator? Hadn't seen any zombies himself he was going to think she was nuts. Rayne sighed. "Alright, this is probably going to sound nuts, but we're from another town over-" well, Ziggy and Jaz were, anyway "-that was infested by zombies. So, we're on the run, trying not to get eaten-" or shot by Myra and crew, but that seemed like a bit too much to get into right off the bat while dude still had a gun aimed at her "-and we ran out of gas and found this place," she explained.
"Sorry about the whole. . . breaking and entering thing. We thought the place was deserted," she added, "besides, we were sorta desperate," she added as an afterthought.
"It looks deserted," Jaz chimed in. Rayne noticed that the girl had stepped back farther into the corner she'd been standing by and was now half standing behind the bookcase there. "You have to admit, it looks like nobody would live here," she added, scrunching her nose up again.
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Post by Chris on Jul 15, 2011 3:00:04 GMT -5
Ice rolled her eyes at Guy's comment about how splitting the group up never goes well in horror movies. "Well gee, Princess, I didn't realize that you were so afraid of being alone without a group to hide behind," she quipped.
She looked over at Guy, raising an eyebrow at him when he said to quit calling him Princess or he'd. . . what? Ice doubted that there was anything pretty boy could threaten her with that she would even remotely take seriously.
Then he threatened to start singing. Ice's eyes narrowed farther. "If you so much as hum a tune I swear to God I will rip your fucking tongue out," she warned. "Cupcake," she added, smirking at him. If he didn't like bring called Princess, Cupcake would surely annoy him just as badly, she thought.
Ice walked up to the barn, there was a padlock on the door. Ice sighed and pulled her gun out, shooting the lock off. She had never really had the patience to pick a lock the way that Rayne usually did. She knocked the now destroyed lock off the door and pushed it open, walking inside. The inside was just as bad as the outside. "Who the fuck would live in a place like this?" she grumbled under her breath.
Ice kept her gun out as she walked past the stalls, checking them for anything lurking inside. No zombies, humans or animals. "Looks like the place has been empty for awhile," she commented, more to herself then Guy. Ice lowered her gun and looked around the room. At the end of the barn was a door that Ice suspected probably led into the tack room.
"Since you're perfectly fine on your own, Princess, go check out the tack room," she said, nodding her head towards it. "There's probably nothing but saddles and bridles in there but won't hurt to check," she said, shrugging.
Ice slid her gun into her waistband and walked over to a ladder that led up to the hayloft to check that area out.
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