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[Führer Itulhu]

9:50am

 

What was going on, as Kevin was almost panicking from not being able to see he heard Shorty break down, he was about to try and call out to her but before he could there was the noise of an explosion and the sound of glass shattering came with it. what the hell's going on, if only i could see damn it, damn it all to hell, "FUCK THIS ALL TO HELL DAMN IT" As Kevin's stress reached boiling point he smashed his head against the floor to clear his head, while doing so he realized the floor was damp, so he placed his head on the ground and blinked a few times trying to use the little water to flush his eyes.

 

The eyes where still burning but as Kev opened his eyes he could at least get a little vision, it was all a blur but he didn't have time to complain, as he opened his eyes again after a few more blinks he tried to make out what was going on..

glass everywhere, water from door, wheres shorty, is- "SHORTY, HEY BASTARDS WHAT ARE YOU DOING" Kevin was rapidly being consumed by his anger as he could make out the general picture of what was going on. As Kev went over to pull the bastard on top off he suddenly had an idea, he still had to get through the door which was locked, and there was a willing volunteer to help him.

 

"HEY BASTARD, THANKS FOR VOLUNTEERING TO HELP BREAK DOWN THE DOOR" Kevin's rage was clearly noticeable, even his cold look that hardily changed while fighting was clearly twisting in anger. That very anger fueled Kevin to grab the student on top by the back of the head and pick him up, before he gave the student time to react he ran full pelt at what he vaguely saw as the door and smashed both the student and himself against the door in hope to break it down.

[Crouching Bacon]

[9:50 AM]

 

“I can’t die.”

 

Those three words were the only thing Rick’s adrenaline-soaked mind was capable of churning out. The pandemonium began with a fiery explosion and if he didn’t act now, it would end in a lovely beheading by the window at the hands of some infected brat.

 

Fighting his instincts and relying on logic, Rick forced his left hand to let go of the window pane in an attempt to force the student off balance. Using the inertia of the sudden motion, he quickly aimed a kick at the infected student's torso and let his other leg slide along the floor while simultaneously grabbing the student with his free hand and pulling him over. If the assailant didn’t fall out the window, at the very least the body could shield him from the shard of Damocles. Either that or Rick could just as easily fall out and down into the inferno below if he miscalculated the shift in balance.

 

He forced the grim alternative out of his mind.

 

“K! Hold on! Don’t give up!”

 

Rick knew K was in serious trouble, but in order to help her, he would have to extricate himself from this situation- hopefully without maiming himself.

 

“Get the fuck off me!”

Edited by Captain Sciutto, 28 February 2014 - 01:55 PM.

[Diabolical Rhapsody]

| South End

 

| Benedikt Rasmussen

 

As the made their way to the clearing Ras saw it first. His survival instincts kicked in immediately as he pulled Ally behind him and crouched near the bush.

 

“What the f-” was all she could say before his hand cupped her mouth and signaled to be silent.

 

“You believe in your shepherd, right.” he whispered to her.

 

She looked at him with a raised eyebrow since the random question didn’t make any sense. Still she nodded.

 

“Psalms 23:4, recite it. And do not scream whatever happens.” he said to her seriously. Standing up slowly, he bent into a semi crouch and proceeded forward with Ally close behind. They quickly made their way to a car and crouched down. Ally did what she had been told but was a bit confused. She knew Ras wasn’t a religious man and yet his words were rather precise. She crouched beside him as they slowly rounded the car’s corner and faced the street.

 

“Though I walk through the valley of shad- Oh My God!!” she gasped in horror, the color completely drained from her skin.  Out on the street were more than a dozen dead ravaged bodies, some mauled beyond recognition some with limbs missing but all in all really gruesome. It was mortifying yet Ras showed no emotion, just a steely visage with bottomless eyes. To what this man was becoming a far too ominous thing now. She couldn’t help but think about it and yet he held her hand like a father holding on to his child ready to protect it from the world.

 

They darted across the street into the sides of the buildings lining the supermarket square. She was pretty winded by this whole ordeal and was gasping for air as they stood in shadow away from sight. The parking lot was a similar scene to the street behind or rather even more macabre. She watched in horror as what seemed like diseased and crazed fiends feasted on a flesh of an unfortunate one. A few shaking a car violently as the doors remained barely shut and it swung from side to side. Clearly there were survivors and this was like some third rate zombie flick coming alive.

 

Ras watched with a slight surprise as what he had joked about came true. If this is what happened to the bodies on the street then he knew he needed to take Ally someplace safe. The supermarket seemed a long run and with the amount of fiends running about he wasn’t sure if he can protect Ally. So there was one possible option, well actually two but first one was safer. He needed to take her to John Buchanan’s furniture store. His store was on the side they were at and moving sideways will be easier he thought.

 

He firmly held Ally’s hand as he kept her behind him and moved slowly and silently behind the shops, hoping the fiends remain busy with the ones in the parking lot. He made his way to the side door of Johnny’s shop, he was a friend and supplier of regular woodworking tools Ras required. He had recently procured the special fishtails for Ras as well. He took out his bike keys from his pocket and tapped on the door with the standard SOS signal. Making sure he remained in the shadow of the building and out of sight of the fiends. Taking a look at Ally he knew how horrified she was, it was imperative that she got somewhere to cool down.

 

There was no reply so he tapped the door again, this time a bit louder but still careful enough to time them with the screams he heard from the parking lot.

‘C’mon Johnny! please answer.’ He thought as he tried again. The key to survival was to keep moving if in the open, staying in one place too long will invite attention. It was like Chechenya again, just this time there were zombies instead of Russian Military. He wished to try another time else he’ll storm in. He looked at Ally and placed his hand over her head, gently tapping to calm her down. Yet prepared himself to kick the door open next instant.

Edited by Diabolical Rhapsodii, 01 March 2014 - 04:20 PM.

[Inumori]

[Monday. 10:57 A.M.] Joe's House

 

After a little more time downstairs assuring Ty that the woman upstairs would be gone soon and tending to the fox it suddenly went absolutely berserk. Upon managing to stuff the suddenly-lively critter back into its cage it simply pressed itself against one side and starting growling at the small basement window. The source of the fox's panic soon presented itself. A wolf, huge and diseased-looking, flattened itself out at the window and snarled back at it, and at them.

 

"Jesus fu@#ing Christ!" Joe instinctively stepped back and pulled Ty behind him. Just then a sound caught the attention of both hunters. The door, signaling Cho's departure to Joe, and perking up the beast's deformed ears. "Oh no no no." Joe mumbled to himself as he rapidly pulled one of his many weapons off the wall - a pump-action 20ga shotgun - and a box of slug shot. "Ty? Listen to me honey, I want you to get your rifle and go up-upstairs alright? Go into the last room in the hall, close the door behind you, and lock it. Understand?" He was focused on rapidly loading the gun and looked to her only to see an accepting nod.

 

As he finished loading the firearm and pocketing a few rounds the sounds of an explosion, a lot of screaming, and the door being kicked open resounded upstairs. "God damn-" he didn't even finish before rushing up the steps and through the basement door...

 

[Monday. 11:02 A.M.] Joe's House

 

Bursting through the basement door Joe shouldered the shotgun and sought a target down the sights. His vision was met with Jessica Cho, minus a boot and plus some genuine fear, pointing his way. At the doorway was a woman in soldier's garb pressing his couch against the door. A quick step to the side showed the beast contemplating an entry. Joe quickly aimed at the monster's ribcage and fired a shot through his window and into its lungs and heart, dropping it where it stood.

 

"You. Upstairs." he commanded Jessica Cho as she fiddled with her phone. "And you..."

 

"Carter" the female soldier offered.

 

"River" he replied. "Got rifles downstairs. Grab one you're comfortable with". He spoke as he replaced the spent cartridge in his weapon. "My kid is down there..." he lied for simplicity "and she's armed. Announce yourself before going down." he warned, picking a revolver ring out of an end table "I gotta get out there" and moved the couch to exit onto the street.

 

[Monday. 11:08 A.M.] Cul-de-sac.

 

Now outside and skulking from car to car, Joe was getting an ever-clearer image of the scene. He stopped as no less than twelve similarly deformed wolf-monsters barreled onto the street further down. Four stopped to tear into two dead ones by a blown car, the rest poured into a home. F#CK F#CK F#CK he thought, contemplating heroics. He had the firepower to handle the beasts, but maybe not the speed. But those four die now.

 

Joe took aim at the monsters feasting outside. In seconds they had almost cleaned away the remains of their fallen bones and all. One shot took the top off one of their heads, and the three others turned to faced him immediately. They split up, two went left flank, one right. Joe immediately began running towards the one wolf to his right, ducking behind a car as it pounced. He whipped around to aim at it while it came around for another strike. The shot caught it in the neck and it fell and flailed. Having lost sight of the other two, Joe remained pressed against the sedan he was using as cover. They were coming, he was sure, but from where?

 

The answer came slamming down into the top of the car, shattering the windows and collapsing the hood. A shot was let out into the maw roaring down at him and he fumbled forward and whipped around. The remaining wolf roared at him from the left but retreated back towards the Escanaba residence. The ones inside had apparently finished eating - God. Poor Maddie - and he had very much gotten their attention. They were already spreading out, eyes locked on him. Some were backing into the woods, other slowly approaching. Joe only counted seven of nine. Knowing he didn't have time to find the remaining two, he glanced at the path behind him, the bolted for the nearest house. The Remas Residence.

 

Joe didn't take a second to look behind him, he just ran with all his might towards the conspicuously open door and kicked it closed behind him. Sliding down to brace himself against the door, he quickly looked around hoping one of the missing two wasn't waiting to pounce inside. Sighting one and confirming his fear, he let fly one more round and tore through the monster. Half a second later he saw the woman pinned beneath the beast.

 

"Maddie?!" but the sounds from above left him worried. Releasing his press on the door and dropping the shotgun Joe outright tackled the dead mass atop Madeline Escanaba so she could pull herself free. Luca was standing there past the beast and Joe called out to him. "Kid! Get into the basement! Go!" Praying to himself that the monsters wouldn't come before he could release the visibly armed soldier, and praying they hadn't gotten inside his own home.

 

[OOC: Shotgun has four more shots left. Joe has three more shells in his pocket. Revolver has five shots and Joe has the spare five on the revolver ring, but it kicks harder than the bloody shotgun.]

Edited by Inumori, 01 March 2014 - 10:39 AM.

[The Illuminati]

| SOUTH END

While Ras and Ally quickly crept across the usually busy intersection, which was now disturbingly quiet, they observed the many dead bodies in between the maze of abandoned cars. Many of these once people, now lay dead in their bloody vehicles. Some had been dragged from their cars while others had chosen to run for their lives, but all now no longer lived. Surprisingly, Ally was coping well but that couldn't last long. What little remained of the half-eaten bodies, told a tale that would drive any sane person mad.

Past the dead silent street and dead traffic, was a parking lot. At first glance, it seemed like people were still alive and well -- moving about and apparently searching for other survivors. Except these people were covered in bloodied clothing. Your average human would have tried to get rid of that color, their instincts telling them that the color marked them as weak or vulnerable. Either that, or they would have been trying to call for help, using that same color to indicate their dire need for assistance. These people did neither.

Instead, they seemed more focused on feeding and finding food to eat. The ones that were chewing quickly swallowed the contents of their mouths, and licked their lips -- already hungry for more. Many were also strangely deformed: grossly bloated, inhumanly large, or dead and rotting. The smarter ones preferred to move on all fours, while the ones the seemed more like living corpses stumbled around. These patrolled between the parked cars in the lot, using their noses to find prey while their white eyes saw nothing. The stronger ones stood on the rooves of the different stores, keeping an eye out for new prey. One such creature spotted Ras and Ally.

As the couple hid by the service entrance to the furniture store, the creature moved silently across the building. It's hunger for untainted flesh pushed it to hunt on it's own, but it's inexperience as a predator gave it away. Leaning over the edge of the building, Ras saw the creature's shadow plain as day from the corner of his eye. Looking up, he prepared himself for a battle, but just then the backdoor opened. Inside was the owner of the furniture store, John Buchanan.

Lunging down with it's arm, the deformed creature, previously a blonde woman, grabbed Buchanan by his neck and pulled him straight upwards. Ras and Ally grabbed onto his legs as he kicked and screamed, but the extra weight only made sure his death was quick and painless. With his neck now broken, Ras and Ally instead hurried inside the store. Luckily, John had left the keys in the lock. Door closed now, the couple turned to face the other angry survivors in the store. It was their fault that John had died, or so the accusations would go.

[Diabolical Rhapsody]

| South End

 

| Benedikt Rasmussen

 

As he gently waved his hand through Ally’s hair he caught the shadow on the ground. He immediately pulled her behind him and faced up with an intention to face the abomination. A woman, it seemed seeing the lumps which would have been quite full melons in life and blonde long hair. Her face had splash of red probably from her last feast and she positioned herself akin to an animal rather than a human. Her eyes were rolled back but the heavy heaves surely pointed that it was very much focused on the meal in front of her.

 

Before she could make her move, the door opened and John came out. Despite Ras’s reflexes he couldn’t warn John of the death above as she lunged downwards and caught the elder man by his neck and heaved him upwards. Ally and Ras held onto his legs to resist the fiend but the pull from both sides ensured that John died a quick death.

 

Snap!! came the loud noise of his spine giving way as he went limp immediately. Ras let go and pulled Ally with him inside. Knowing all hopes of saving the man were gone. There were others inside and their looks showed horror and accusations in equal intensity. But it didn’t matter, John had been a hero. Had he not been brave enough to open the door, they surely would have been worse off, probably dead. For that Ras was really grateful, Ally was safe and that is what mattered.

 

He locked the door behind him and pocketed the keys. There were glares but the others didn’t let loose a word. Knowing his size, it wasn’t a wise choice to argue with someone when death roamed freely outside. Ras knew the shop well, he had been a good friend of John and his regular customer. He made his way to the washroom and searched the medicine cabinet.

 

As the adrenaline wore off, his hand began to irritate him a lot. The pain was not the issue, it looked worse than it felt. But he was more worried about Ally, the events of the day would have surely shaken her and he needed time alone to calm her down. She hadn’t spoken a word since they made their way into the supermarket complex and she was shivering ever so slightly.

 

He touched her forehead to know if she ran fever, but she was ice cold. He opened the tap and washed his hand, wiping off all the blood and dirt off it. Three fingers were nearly blue-black and his knuckles were chipped and bruised badly. He put on some antiseptic on the wounds and covered it with some tape. He walked over to Ally and gave her the bandage as he popped a painkiller.

 

“Could you!!” he asked politely.

 

She stared at him blankly before taking the bandage and looking at it for a few minutes. He shook her “Ally! Please!!”

 

She didn’t answer but took the scissors from the kit box and bandaged his hand. Once over, he put a hand across her and pulled her to his chest. The body was rigid for a few moments before she slumped into him and started sobbing. Ras was a little relaxed that the state was broken. He spoke nothing rather just gently kissed her head and patted her with his other hand. The tears will fall for some time. They had made into some safety. The pain in his hand was nothing to the pain in his heart, the long dead were coming back to haunt him once again. Was it his sins that were punishing her too? He pondered as he put his hand into his pocket to find the cellphone.

 

Shit!! he pulled it out.

 

One message!!

 

Maddie!! an hour ago!!

 

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! he repeated mentally as he went through the contents. She was possibly in deep trouble. He hoped her military training was enough. It seems his sins have finally decided to rain punishment on him. As he sat there shocked.

 

How does I get her? Hope that maybe Joe is around. Or maybe the situation isn't as bad as it is here. But he knew the latter was probably impossible.

Edited by Diabolical Rhapsodii, 02 March 2014 - 06:05 PM.

[I-Am-X]

[WEST SANCTUARY FOREST]

 

"S-sheriff..!" the panicked voiced belonged to Gorilla.

 

Annoyed, "Scratch that, I'll have to call you back." she muttered into the phone before turning around and snapping at gorilla. "What is it th-....?!" Following his gaze, Riyon's mouth dropped open when she saw an eight foot monster step out from the shadows, and right in from of her and Gorilla. "Christ...."

 

The monster looked human -- male, going by the dangly bits -- but completely deformed. The skin was ripped and stretched everywhere, the feet were twisted in opposing direction, in the middle of it's chest, the skin vibrated back and forth as if the creatures heart was about to fall out of it's chest and onto the ground. The jaw was lopsided, but functioning from the way it was chewing. As her gaze locked onto his face. ....It can't be.... "Sammy?!"

I thought he was....But his remains....That's right.....something....was... missing. "So, this is where the rest of it turned up I see...." A zombie....You've got to be fucking kidding me...

 

 

As her gaze shifted, In Sammy's left hand were the remains of a woman, her legs missing. "Well now, now I know what they wanted to talk to me about. Hmm...." Referring to her phone call with her deputy. Looking back into his eyes, she could easily tell what he wanted. Keeping calm, "It seems that we are on the menu this time. So 'Gorilla'....how do you think you'll end up tasting? On second thought, I'm sure it'll be quite disgusting. You'd probably end up making poor sammy sick..." Dead or not, nothing good would come from eating a primate like him. Riyon joked, thought Gorilla didn't seem to appreciate it. 

 

"Sh-sheriff!!! Please don't joke about things like that!!" Gorilla began sobbing uncontrollably. As sammy was about to move....Gorilla started motioning to her to leave. "Sheriff, get out of here! I'll..!" But was cut off in his failed heroic moment as Sammy turned around and donkey-kicked Gorilla so high in the air that he landed right on top of the police car, completely flattening it. "Ouch...." she muttered under her breath as Sammy slowly turned back towards her as drool began dripping from his dislocated jaw. The monster surprised her again. By speaking to her.

 

"Sherriff... t'll... Sam Mie... go... HUM... Sammeh... no... like... Sherrif."

 

?! That thing can talk? Doesn't like me, huh? Well shit, going around hurting my feelings like that...she mocked in thought as she cracked a smile as Sammy focused on her intensely. "You Don't, huh? Heh, Guess I can't blame you. Maybe I did go a little to far..." she replied with no traces of remorse, referring to that time a few years ago when she arrested for a DUI..."Putting that aside Sammy, Just what in the hell happened to you?" she asked as she slowly began walking towards the left as she tried to get him away from Gorilla, who was still trying to get back up. Come on you damn ape, we don't have all day.

 

"Something was obviously wrong by the time we passed you earlier. You don't like me, fine, but if someone or something did this to you...we need to know." she tried to get through to the monster as she tried to allow gorilla more time.

 

With a sign, this day just gets longer and longer...

Edited by I-Am-X, 08 April 2014 - 10:33 PM.

[Officer Judy Hopps]

Reinforcements!

 

Luca's House, 1108 Hrs.

 

Madeline Escanaba

 

As suddenly as she had burst into the door to try and help Luca and his Grandmother, Maddie found herself tackled in a powerful show of force from a wolf that attacked her from behind. Desperately, she attempted to roll the large creature off of her, but found her arms pinned! In a fleeting moment as she looked back at the creature, she could see teeth of voracious hunger come to bear, closing her eyes and bracing, she couldn't help but feel a faint twinge of fear.

 

This is how it all ends...before I could ever get home...

 

There was no pain, which caught her off guard really, but then she realized the large creature was tearing at her kevlar vest. While she certainly couldn't roll the weight of the beast off of her, she certainly could bend her elbow and unfasten the vest. With one enraged pull, the wolf's brute force caused it to rock back off the woman as it tore the vest away. Spinning around with her firearm in hand, Maddie had brought the barrel to bear just as another gunshot rang out from her flank, and tore the top of the wolf's head off with it. 

 

In a blur, as the creature collapsed upon her again, a familiar face literally tackled it off of her. Joe, the Hunter. A man who had as many hunting stories as he had firearms in his home. 

 

Once able to breathe again, the Military Cop stood and looked over to Joe as she checked her weapon. "There's one upstairs. Luca, get in the basement now and close the door behind you. Don't open it unless Joe or I come to the door, okay?" Insuring her Carbine was still on her back, Maddie cursed a handful of expletives as she looked at her torn vest. The plates might have been still usable, but now with the tear that the wolf had done, it was too lose for impact from bullets. 

 

This aside, the sound of footfalls with claws upstairs snapped her back to attention. Glancing to Joe, Maddie flicked her forty-five caliber pistol at the stairway that lead upstairs. "I'll take point. Would you mind covering me?" Taking up her knife again then, and supporting her pistol with it, the woman swept upstairs quietly. If anything, the creature would be able to hear her coming. She was worried for the worst, had this monstrosity found the Grandmother already?

 

With her back pressed against the wall as she slid down the upstairs hallway, Maddie took a long, slow inhale once she stopped in front of the door. Then taking a powerful step forward, her boot planted itself into the front of the door and literally kicked it off it's hinges in a show of brute strength. Yet as her pistol came to bear in the room, there was no one in it. So, with a final push, Maddie turned around and stepped into the room, reeling back a moment as she then put her foot into the opposite door. 

 

It swung open in an explosion of splinters, and her sight came to bear upon a massive creature with a red curtain as if it were wearing a cloak from a strange human fairy tale. Yet her instincts did not hesitate as two more gunshots rang out. The first punching into the creature's shoulder, causing it to stumble before the next collided with the side of its skull, sending a disgusting spatter of blood and brain matter past it. 

 

Yet she still couldn't find Luca's grandmother.

 

"Miss Remas, it's your neighbor Maddie. Where are you! Joe and I are here to rescue you!"

Edited by Trouble, 04 March 2014 - 12:58 AM.

[The Illuminati]

| SOUTH END

As Ras and Ally made their way through the crowded store, the onlookers silently but hurriedly stepped out of their way. To them, these two were marked. Tainted. Cursed. Standing next to them, or even touching them, was equal to going outside and calling those things over to you -- suicide.

A man had just died to save the couple, and he had done so against the wishes of all those present. That wasn't to say that they wanted revenge, or even that they felt pity for the man. Oh no, if anything, they were happy. Glad in fact, that he was dead. Every time someone made it to the store, he would let them in. Time and again, over and over, he had put their lives in danger. Now he'd gotten exactly what they felt he deserved.

Still, that wasn't something you could just walk away from. No matter what Ras and Ally thought to themselves, this crowd held them personally responsible for the life that was now lost. Murder was one thing, but accidents meant bad luck. And bad luck like that had a way of coming back around on you. Just then, there was a light tap against the back door...

"Please. Someone help us..," the voice was low but sounded strange. As if the person saying the words didn't know what emotion to use.

Those who could hear it, hid, hopeful whoever was outside would just leave. Or die. The others silently discussed what to do next as the peaked out the front of the store windows. A similar fencing protected the front of the store, but just being near there was taboo.

 
| WEST SANCTUARY

"We need to know," the sheriff continued, confusing what was left of Sammy' s mutated brain. It was almost as if she cared.

Scratching him head with what was left of right hand, the fingers having fused together to form a larger and smaller claw, Sammy dug out bits of brain as Riyon finally noticed the holes hidden beneath the few strands of hair still left on the homeless man's deformed head.

"Mmm..!" Literally raking his brain, Sammy recalled slowly how he had been given something to drink by someone in an expensive suit and gloves.

Sheriff Riyon would have to make sense of it later, if she continued looking at Sammy's face for much longer, she would have to throw up. His face was something out of a nightmare: half there, half not; half skin, half scales; things pulsing where they shouldn't naturally; and that white foam that dripped from his mouth -- it smelled worse than death itself.

In Sammy' s left hand, the woman groaned, somehow still alive despite everything. Shaking her furiously back and forth, he screamed at her to shut up. The effort reminded him that he was still hungry. Looking back at the sheriff, she knew Sammy was done talking. Whatever Gorilla was scheming behind Sammy's back, now was the time for action.

Edited by Black Lilith, 05 March 2014 - 05:32 PM.

[Diabolical Rhapsody]

| South End

 

| Benedikt Rasmussen

 

Ras heard a slight tap at the backdoor. It wasn't desperate not was it the standard SOS so he he let it slide. Protecting Ally was first priority now that the situation had become so dire. He wouldn't risk a rescue until he feels fairly confident about his hand. Nothing good will come off from fighting clearly cannibalistic fiends. Plus, if he falls Ally will follow and he wouldn't risk that.

 

The knock came again, he got up and followed out. He could hear the cry for help. Well, it wasn't one. The voice on the other side sounded like it didn't get what expression was suitable. The impulse in his mind hoped that no one was foolish enough to fall for it. There was no one here that he knew, nor did he recognise the voice on the other side as to someone he may know. In fires he would recklessly charge in to save whatever he could but desperate times called for desperate measures, protecting whom he knew was more important than one he didn't.

 

He walked over to the front end of the shop that had a locked rack, this is where John usually kept the 'Rares' he so fondly collected, and picked up the Nailer. It was a Hilti powder actuated one, a model not allowed for use in the country. He knew it will do a decent job for what he had in mind. He picked out the purple charges and nail catridges and went back to washroom. 

 

Ally was silent again, a distant broken look in her eyes. She looked every bit a woman who was mentally scarred. But now was the time for survival and Ras wanted to know for sure that she knew it.

 

"Get yourself together, Al" he said in a gentle deep voice. "We are in this together. I won't survive without you." though he knew that it was the other way round but he needed to reassure her. Sitting down next to her he unpacked the machine case. He took the gun out and took a look at it. It was fairly heavy meaning Ally will have a tougher time handling it. He needed something light for her. He wasn't sure how good she was with knives and the speed that these creatures seemed to possess, it meant a near certain death in melee range.

 

He removed the safety and modified the gun to fire projectile as he disengaged the muzzle safety interlock. Luckily for him the nailer John had was a rather special one. He had been able to get his hands on it through the black market and it was a limited edition full automatic one. He placed in the charges and loaded the cartridge of nails in it. A passable tool was available in case of defense now. Now he needed something for Ally. He racked his brain over what contents could he use and modify, perhaps the standard Nailer. But, it lacked the power or a chainsaw but that was close ranged as well. He didn't know if her throwing was any good so fishtails were out as well. He quietly reassembled the modified gun as he went through the possibilities mentally.

 

[Unbelievably Majestic]

Luca Remas
Wolves, guns and home invasions! Oh my!

[11:08 A.M.] Cul-de-sac.

Luca hadn't been quite sure what had been going on for a little while now. At first he was seeing wolves. He thought maybe he was imagining them. That maybe the lady from earlier had infected him with something. This had worried him quite a bit indeed. He'd seen her die. In great detail. He had photos. And he didn't want that to happen to him. But then there were gunshots. And explosions. And general noises that meant other people were seeing the wolves too. So Luca found himself in the strange situation or feeling relieved that huge wolves were on the prowl and looking hungry.

Then, worryingly, he heard something that sounded like breaking glass. In his house. And so he had hidden behind the sofa. And then he saw the reflection in a very dusty mirror. For a second he was just confused when he recognized Madeline's reflection. He saw Madeline everyday. There was no chance he was mistaken. It was her. But why was she breaking into his house? And was that a gun? He decided to take his chances and popped out from behind the sofa.

"Where is it?" She asked simply. She wasn't surprised by his sudden appearance. She was obviously in serious soldier mode. Which, Luca deduced, meant she must be here to save him from the monstrous wolves! His emotions began doing metaphorical back flips of joy. And then, just as he was about to answer her, a mass of black fur took her down to the ground. And Luca's happiness was brought to a swift end. It was only downhill from here he knew. All he had waiting for him now was a painful death at the jaws of a wolf. He couldn't fight people. He certainly couldn't fight any wolves. The light at the end of the tunnel had just revealed itself to be a speeding train.

And then suddenly there was a sound like thunder and part of the wolf exploded. Against all odds Joe had arrived to save the day. And Luca, as is his nature, got a good few pictures of Joe taking care of the wolf. Bothe Joe and Madeline told him to get into the basement, where he would be safe, until they came back for him. If there was one place he was always happy to go, it was the basement. He was being sent to wait in his favorite place while other people do the dangerous stuff. Despite the craziness, Luca was feeling pretty darn good with his situation. He was, in a town gone crazy, relatively safe.

But first things first.

He snapped a quick picture of Madeline and Joe, covered in blood, just as they were about to go upstairs. They didn't look very happy in it. Somewhat annoyed, confused and filled with disbelief actually. He decided that, when he had the time, he would work on a name for it. He rarely gave his photos names. Just 'This one' or 'That one' usually. And he rarely got to use the names in any case. Most people weren't interested in his photo's. It was just a very sad fact of life. He threw his satchel over his shoulder and went down to the basement. He folded his newest photo in half, pinned it to one of the few empty spaces on the wall and sat down. There was nothing much to do now but sit and wait. Wait for friendly face to save him, or wait for death. He decided to simply admire his photos while he waited. If he was indeed waiting for death he couldn't think of a more enjoyable way to do it.

[nevernown]

Daniel Asher Ben-Joshua

[South End]

[10:55 AM]

 

Daniel was gasping for air, while leaning against the metal fence with his back. It had just come down after a firefighter axed up the maybley fiend that Daniel had killed.

Sometimes he was not sure if his helpful nature was a good thing. This morning was one of those times. True, he managed to get most people to safety, but because of that, three more of those things had slipped in. Then again, with two deputies and eight firemen with them in the supermarket, there were some weapons. They had a good chance to fend off the maybleys for a while.

The maybleys... Where had the three that had slipepd run off to?

He looked from his spot at the fence into the lounge. People were gathered there. Some civilians sat or lay curled up, hiding their faces in their hands. The old instinct of mankind, that you see with children a lot.

"If I don't see it, it doesn't see me either..."

Some other civilians looked at the shopping part of the supermarket with a scared look in their eyes. The two deputies also had their guns pointed there. Daniel supposed that that was where the three maybleys had run off to.

 

In his head, Daniel counted the shots that he fired. From the eight rounds in his gun, he should have five left now. He had two more clips on him, but for more he needed to get to his motorbike. That was not going to happen now. The first reason was, of course, the maybleys outside. The second reason were the three maybleys inside.

 

Since repositioning was not an option, he decided to empty his pockets on the floor for a moment, and check their contents.

He had money in his pocket, which was pretty useles.

Keys for his motorbike.

A pair of... dice? Why did he have that on him?

 

Eventually, after all the sorting, the only useful thing he found was a random roll of bandages, the kind that would be used to stop big wounds from bleeding. Now there was a stroke of luck, he'd better keep in mind that he had those.

 

Only after this whole process Daniel looked up to Todd.

"Thank you Todd, that was some quick thinking. Even though you seemed to panic a little at the end."

He then looked outside again, some of the maybley fiends seemed to have their attention drawn by something somewhere else. One by one they moved away from the metal fence.

"Something's going on at the furniture store, it seems..."

 

He looked some more, but he could not make out anything besides the movement of the maybleys, that now seemed to be directed towards the general direction of the furniture store.

"Okay, it seems that we won't have to deal with those for a while." Daniel mumbled.

Then he looked over into the lounge area, and posed the peopel there a question.

"Is everyone allright?"

Edited by nevernown, 04 March 2014 - 06:20 PM.

[Yaomo]

| Uncle Joe's cellar

Mrs Cho finally left, and Uncle Joe returned to the basement, luckily not too soon for Ty to get down the stair again and pretend she didn't eavesdrop on their conversation. He was just reassuring the girl that the uninvited guest would not come back, when the kit fox started acting up and rather ferociously tried to escape. The man seemed suddenly alarmed, and at the sound of loud banging on the door, followed by a crash that unmistakably stemed fro the door being kicked in, he leapt up the stairs leaving the young girl alone again, only barely taking the time to tell her to take her rifle and hide upstairs while he grabbed his own.

Ty took a deep breath, put her hands into her pockets to check that the knife and chopsticks were still there, and only managed to take two steps towards where her rifle was before a loud crash from behind made her turn around just in time to pull her hands out of her pockets and clench them around the narrowest part af that which fell heavily over her. She was pushed down on the floor, knife in her right hand, tooth filled jaws drooling right above and snapping at her face. The only living thing beside her in this basement was supposed to be the kit fox, but this creature looked much more like a rabies infested wolf that had miraculously survived being hit by a truck. And it was almost as strong as one as too.

The beast's claws scraped at Ty's shoulders, tearing through her shirt and skin, and the sting woke her up from the initial shock. This was now time for spacing out trying to figure out what was really happening. Without letting go of the creature's throat, she twisted the knife in her hand into the skin on it neck, quickly pushing it in and then pulling it out, just when she felt it would pierce though the skin wirhout too luch effort. The stab wasn't deep, but it made the beast jump back with a yelp so Ty could stand up. But it only lunged itself back at her the moment she got back on her feet and had wiped most of its saliva out of her eyes.

Having nowhere to run, the girl near instinctively threw herself at the attacking no-longer-fox, and managed to push it down onto the floor. That only helped her from having its jaws tighly clenched around her own neck though. The animal snapped at whatever its jaws could reach, and they locked around her left thight. But Ty had completely stopped thinking about fear or pain, and remembering all the different ways she'd learned to kill and animal, she only needed instinct to tell her this one moment of stillness was her chance. She pushed the knife's blade in between the fox's spine and skull, straight into its brain. The ceramic blade broke off at the handle, but the animal became still. Hopefully for more than a moment this time.

With the danger having seemingly passed in mere seconds, Ty could suddenly feel the repressed panic attacking all at once. The scrapes at her shoulders stung, but her thing felt worse. She forced the beast's jaws open, and saw her hand not only get wet, but also red. The fox's blood? She pulled up her skirt. No, it was her own. As thick as the skirt was, the beast's jaws had been stronger.

Staring at the blood, a kumbness came over the girl. I'm dying, she thought, resigned. I'm dying again. "No, you aren't. A little blood never killed anyone. Just wait, the pain will be gone in a moment." Ty looked around, confused that she couldn't see where the voice was coming from. But the pain was gone, and she stood up once more as the door to the basement opened and a beautiful blonde woman came walking down towards her. The woman said something, but Ty's hearing was fuzzy, her mind only focused on a distant memory.

"Mommy," Ty spoke to the woman with an unnaturally childish smile on her face. "Why are you here? Daddy said you have to sleep." Something about the girl was horribly wrong for this situation.

[The Illuminati]

| SOUTH END
| 11:00 AM

The light tapping and cries for help continued for another few minutes, before all was silent once more outside the furniture store. For a split second, a dark shadow appeared beneath the door, before it quickly vanished again. The survivors inside were all too happy to leave whoever -- or whatever -- was outside, to their fate. With the owner dead, not one of them had any intentions of risking their precious lives for another fellow human being. As a reward, the shadow returned. But instead of a light 'TAP-TAP-TAP', they were now treated to a vicious 'BANG! BANG!! BANG!!!'

All around the furniture store, scavenging mabley fiends were attracted by the loud noise and began moving in that general direction. As the banging continued, the fiends formed a small crowd outside the door and windows of the store -- attracted by the sound as if it were a dinner bell. Now only a few feet away from fresh meat, their sense of smell took over and they homed in on the survivors inside. If it weren't for the metal gate, they would have been inside already. Instead, they all started pulling and ripping at the meager defense. Inside, the sound of people screaming and shouting excited them further. Now in a hunger frenzy, it wouldn't be long before they somehow managed to rip the gate and it's hinges out of the store's walls. Behind them, the reinforced door slowly became deformed by the force of the constant pounding

 
Across the parking lot, Doctor Gong-Li and the two paramedics ushered most of the shoppers out of the isles and into the supermarket's lounge. The doctor hadn't seen where the mabley fiends had gone, but she knew they were hiding somewhere in the store -- most likely pretending to be normal humans. Ordering the paramedics to check everyone for injuries, to make sure none of them were fiends, she decided to approach the soldier instead of the two deputies. Despite his earlier outburst, he seemed like the most reliable person in the store at the moment. Sweeping a loose strands of hair behind her ears, she waited patiently for him to finish taking stock of his inventory, before she answered his question about everyone's health.

"Yes! Yes, everyone seems to be doing well -- thanks to you. If it weren't for your quick thinking and heroics, many of these people would be dead now. Thank you," she said as she took his hand between her smaller two and shook it vigorously, with a small bow. "Sorry. My name is Crystal Gong-Li. May I ask what your name is..?" Just then one of the deputies made a move to start searching the supermarket with his partners help.

"WAIT!!" The doctor cried out, drawing everyone's attention to her. "We need to move as one. And we need to search each isle at once." Turning back to the soldier, she asked him how he wanted to proceed. As far as she was concerned, he had more than proven that he was the one that should be in charge of their group.

 
| CUL-DE-SAC
| 11:15 AM

After killing a few of the wolves, Joe made his way over to save Maddie from one that was particularly conniving. As it turned out, she had the situation well in hand, as she managed to get a shot off despite being pinned down by the larger creature, but extra firepower was always welcome. Sadly, one of the wolves had eaten just enough untainted flesh to mutate once more. So despite being gravely wounded, instead of dying, it began morphing into something more than beast but still less than man. As the other wolves approached the body ready to feast, it suddenly sprang back to life, forcing the others to retreat a short distance away. Now needing only to stand on two of it's feet, the beast used it's front paws like hands to rip the ruined pelt from it's new body. Beneath, the smooth but slimy muscles rippled and flexed as the creature seemed to test it's new potential for destruction.

From the mucus covering it's muscles, skin and fur formed, covering the creature in a shiny black coat. This new and improved killing machine would definitely need more than a few gun shot wounds to take it down. If it ever gaze them the chance to fire. Crouching down, it took two of Maddie's broken table legs between it's paws and swung them around like clubs. With a new intelligence behind it's red eyes, the wolf let out a powerful howl that rallied the remaining seven wolves behind it and shook the foundation of neighboring buildings. Deep in the forest, the alpha wolf slowly woke up from it's food-coma.

 
While Maddie searched for Luca's grandmother upstairs, the remaining wolves circled the house outside intent on putting an end her and Joe's interference. It would have been easier to hide, and gorge on their human neighbors but that would only leave them vulnerable to an attack later. So while what remained of their animal instincts told them to run, their hunger and increased intelligence told them to deal with this threat first. With four wolves downstairs trying to act as a diversion, the three upstairs made sure to use the open windows to sneak inside. The wolf that could now walk on it's hind legs, was smart enough to wait behind for the others to find the human prey first. When it knew where they were, it would pounce and devour them.

[Maia]

|Cul-De-Sac

|1103 HRS.

CARTER, Ashelyn

 

 

Ashe turned as the said owner of the house burst through what she assumed was his basement door, shotgun aimed right at Ashe’s rescuer, and he quickly assessed the situation. The boom of his gun a moment later reverberated through her body as the glass in his window shattered into thousands of glittering shards. A loud yelp on the other side of the front door confirmed the accuracy of the man’s shot, no doubt killing the mutilated animal. Good, at least the man knew how to handle a gun. That would definitely add to their chances of survival.

 

“You. Upstairs.” He commanded the woman standing next to Ashe. “And you…”

 

“Carter,” she replied simply as she released her hold on the woman and gave her a gentle nudge towards the stairs to get her focus off her phone.

 

“River,” he returned. “Got rifles downstairs. Grab one you’re comfortable with. My kid is down there and she’s armed. Announce yourself before you go down. I gotta get out there.” And with that River was gone.

 

“Great, leave me with a sobbing woman with her nose stuck in a cell phone and a kid while you go play. Thanks dude, it’s like we’re married already,” she muttered sarcastically under her breath as she shut and locked the door behind him then turned towards the stairs leading to the basement.

 

|1106 HRS

 

As she approached the stairs she could hear the sounds of a scuffle and growling and she swore her heart skipped several beats when it grew strangely quiet. She yanked the door open, completely forgetting to announce herself before descending the stairs towards the young girl looking up at her. Ashe looked beyond the child to the corpse of what looked to be… some kind of mutilated fox, or dog of some sort then back to the girl who was covered in blood and held the hilt of a broken knife in her hand. The empty cage gave way to the fact that the animal had obviously been their pet, but how had it become like the wolves Ashe had seen outside?

 

“Hey kid, I’m Ashe, are you alright?” She asked as she stepped further into the room, knowing for a fact that the little girl really wasn’t alright.

 

“Mommy,” the little girl said with a smile. “Why are you here? Daddy said you have to sleep.” What the…?

 

Ashe stayed silent for a moment as she knelt in front of the girl so that she could get a closer look at her and assess the damage. There were bite marks on her leg, but thankfully it didn’t look to be that deep, or at least she hoped it wasn’t.  There was definitely something wrong though; she was too calm, an almost dreamy look on her wet face, and was obviously either delirious or hallucinating. Ashe pulled her leather jacket off and wrapped it around the girl’s small body, carefully pulling her arms through the long sleeves, and stood, pulling the child against her leg so that one ear was pressed against her hip while her hand covered the other. She fired a single bullet into the skull of the dead animal, just to make certain the thing was, in fact, dead considering the state that it was already in and tucked her handgun back into its holster.

 

She let go of the girl and stepped quickly towards the gun rack; looked around quickly for the key and smiled as she unlocked the weapons when she did find it. River did, in fact, have quite the slection of rifles, and she was very impressed with his collection. She found one that caught her eye; a Colt LE901-16S AR Carbine SBR, and she pulled it down from the rack to glance it over. Wasn't her sniper rifle, but it would work perfectly. She grabbed a can of ammo, making sure to pack it as much as she was able to, then slung the rifle over her shoulder. She would have to make sure to thank River for the nice rifle at some point, but for now she wanted to get his kid out of the basement. Ashe grabbed her hand and led her towards the stairs and back through the basement door, determined to get the kid away from the gruesome sight of the mutilated corpse.

 

“Alright kiddo, I’m gonna take you upstairs and we’ll take a look at that leg, what do you think?”  She asked as she gently, though quickly, through the living toom. That moment, before she even took the first step, she heard the howl. Eerie and powerful it shook the entire house on its foundations and Ashe couldn’t help but wonder what the hell kind of creature could make that kind of a racket. Oh yeah, things were looking better and better.

 

 

|1117 HRS

 

She found the woman in one of the rooms and directed girl towards the bed. “Hey, watch her for a second, will you? She’s hurt and I need to find a med kit.”

 

Not giving the woman a chance to respond she rushed back out of the room and into the bathroom where she threw open cabinet doors until she found some medical supplies along with peroxide and other stuff. She grabbed a few towels as she left and returned to the bedroom, tossed the stuff onto the bed and slid the rifle carefully onto the floor, the ammo can next to it.. Before she set to work on the girl’s leg she chanced a look out the window to the street below and frowned. What the hell was going on? City full of sick people and some really messed up animals that looked like they had just popped out of one of those Resident Evil movies. Just peachy. She sighed heavily and turned back to the girl so that she could set about cleaning up the wound.

 

“It got you good, kiddo, but I think we can just pop a few band aids on it and you’ll be alright,” she said as she poured a liberal amount of peroxide on the puncture holes. “You’re pretty brave, you know that? Not many people do what you did.” She finally bandaged the wound and glanced up at the girl. “There you go, all set. How about you lay down for a little while, okay?”

 

|1124 HRS

Ashe stepped away from the bed, rifle in hand and stepped up to the window again and proceeded to load the weapon, then glanced back at the woman who was still trying to make herself look as small as possible. Not that big of a shocker, considering the way Ashe had just tossed her through the door not that longer ago. She knew she hadn't caused the woman any damage but there hadn't really been time to do anything else. So, a few ruffled pin feathers was pretty much the only real damage done to the woman, but it was better that than letting the wolf make a meal of her.

 

“Hey, sorry about before,” she said in a softer tone. “Thanks for helping me back there. I’m Major Ashelyn Carter but you can just call me Ashe. Can you tell me yours and her names so I don’t have to keep calling you ‘Hey’ and ‘Kid’?”

 

The woman stared at her for a moment, obviously trying to decide if she was going to answer or make a mad dash for the door so that she could go home. Self preservation won, apparently. “I’m Jessica Cho and her name is Ty,” she replied with an arrogant lift of her chin. Oh yeah, this woman was going to piss Ashe off to no end, there was no doubt about it.

Edited by Maia, 07 March 2014 - 01:59 AM.

[Diabolical Rhapsody]

| South End

 

| Benedikt Rasmussen

 

 

The light taps and cries for help transformed into loud bangs and thumpings against the door. Ras had been mostly right in guessing the identity of the one. But what struck him was that the fiend was clearly capable of speech pointing to a high cognitive ability. Leave alone the physical ferocity now they were dealing with someone capable to adapt according to situation. Surely this wasn’t a good sign. As if on cue, the other undead soon swarmed at the metal fence keeping the shop safe until now.

 

Heaving and thrashing it so that the soft steel scraped and twisted under their assault. Meanwhile, the one at the backdoor pounded with unending ferocity, the door bulging and deforming under the assault all the while adding fuel to the fire of panic which caught the survivors. They were screaming and squealing like pigs as the fiends doubled their efforts heightened by the thrill of the fear they could sense and smell.

 

Ally was better off that the women, she still held the shock silence from earlier. Ras got up and helped her up as well. Making his way to the entrance he asked her to get behind the counter.

 

“Feel for the gun below the counter.” Ras said to her calmly as she climbed over the counter. She looked below to see a M1911 in a carved holder. She took it out and held it to Ras.

 

“Good. Keep it with you and fire only when someone is upon you and don’t stop until you are satisfied that he is dead. Is the magazine filled?” he asked. She affirmed with a nod. Her silence was a bit worrying but Ras knew that she had enough steel to scrape through.

 

“Let’s get the party started.” he said to her before he moved towards the perforated barrier which was being pushed and attacked by fiends. Putting the head of the Nailer through one of the slots he fired the gun with a loud bang. A zombie collapsed onto the ground as others stopped for a brief moment. A 3” nail buried into its head through the eye socket into its brain. Ras confirmed a method to down the threat.

 

“Just like the movies” he remarked letting a grin appear on the face. A few fell back from the barrier but not all were showing signs of self-preservation. five of them still attacked with verve and hunger as they saw fresh meat just a meter away from them.

 

All the while Ally was shivering slightly as she saw Ras calmly and it seemed a bit gleefully putting down the zombies bearing at the gate. He emptied the ten-charge strip in a few seconds. Pulling out another strip he placed it into the chamber as deathly silence fell into the store. The others watched in awe or fear, it was confusing by the look on their faces as Ras put down all the zombies at the gate. A few more painfully than the others. They were like paper to a shredder, rather easy pickings as they were blinded by their hunger. In the process he had been through two stripes of charges and a magazine of 3” bolts.

 

He calmly turned to look at Ally as he took out a new cigar from his pocket. Offering it to her as she saw him in shock, the bangs on the back door making a eerie backdrop for the calmness the man in front of her showed. He seem inhuman, perhaps even monstrous considering what they have been through today but so far he had been far more protective of her than she had even hoped in her dreams. Not even her husband was a man such as him.

 

Lighting it up he took in a drag as he refilled his makeshift gun. He thundered to the stunned crowd. “I suggest at least grabbing hold of some hammers and axes. The door shall break soon. Let’s die fighting” he said with a deep unsettling laugh. What was this man? the question seem to almost haunt Ally now.

[nevernown]

Daniel Asher Ben-Joshua

[South End]

[11:00 AM]

 

Daniel looked as more people were brought in from the isles, into the lounge part. Aparently, he was wrong, and it wasn't so clear after all where the fiends were. The deputies probably only gave covering fire then. Well, he didn't know this enemy, for all he knew, they could hide inbetween the healthy people. But that was guesswork, for nwo, he'd assume the fiends were out there, and everything behaving human was human.

"Yes! Yes, everyone seems to be doing well -- thanks to you. If it weren't for your quick thinking and heroics, many of these people would be dead now. Thank you," The Doctor that had brought in the people adressed him, "Sorry. My name is Crystal Gong-Li. May I ask what your name is..?"

Before Daniel could answer, the Doctor saw something she didn't like, and she called out.
"WAIT!! We need to move as one. And we need to search each isle at once."

Then finally, she turned to Daniel again, asking what should happen.

"Well, My name is Daniel Asher Ben-Joshua, and really, don't mention it. I jsut came here to rehab from a war situation. I'm still on the edge from that, and that is why I thought quick, and why I freaked out earlier today."

he looked over to the people that had now all gathered in the lounge.
"I propose we split up, with your medical team, and four firemen here with the wounded, the children and the people that are too scared."

Daniel paused for a second, and beckoned Todd, while gathering his thoughts.

"Todd, would you please lead a party with one deputy, two firemen and half of any volunteers we can get, and start at the far en of the store.? Then I will start here with the other deputy, another two firemen, and the otehr half of the volunteers."

He looked into Crystal's eyes, she was a strong woman, but a bit of reassuring couldn't be too bad.

"Don't worry, Doctor, we will get out of this."
He looked over to the now empty isles.
"You see, once we find all the fiends, we have food enough here. and there are medics and other helpful people. I am sure we will be fine."

having said that, he walked over to the people in the lounge. His role as chaplain had fully taken over. He would protect these people both physically and mentally.

"okay, anyone who feels like they want to help, please divide yourself in two groups. I also want four firemen to stay guard here, and help the medics. One deputy comes with me, as do two firemen, the other deputy, and two other firemen go with Todd. Weapons ready. We are going to make safe haven here."

Edited by nevernown, 07 March 2014 - 09:47 PM.

[The Illuminati]

| PHILIPSBURG
| Monday, 9:52 AM

Using his fellow student's head as a battering ram, Kev and the older boy both crashed through the wooden door and into the school nurses' private bathroom. Inside, Kev found Nurse Corra face down and unconscious. The small corner sink's faucet was opened all the way, which was why Kev had found water outside the door. With her head facing away from him, Kev couldn't tell if he was too late or if Nurse Corra had turned crazy like all the other sick students.

Pushing himself up off the wet ground to find out one way or the other, the other boy in the roof sudden swung up hard. With his left fist, he caught Kev square in the stomach and with enough force to double Kev over. Standing up, he grabbed Kev by the collar with his left hand and used his hand to grip the back of Kev's belt. From there is was a simple task to throw Kev back out of the bathroom, and into the main area. Slamming back first into the wall next to Rick, Kev slid down the wall and stayed there.

It was at this point that the shard of glass finally came loose and raced towards Rick and the other student. Using the boy's body as a shield, Rick felt warm, foul-smelling blood whip across his face as the piece of glass cut into the back of the student's head. Feeling the boy's body go limp, Rick forced both of them back into the room. The dead body fell to the floor like a bag of sand just as Kev was tossed across the room. Quickly surveying the room, Rick saw that the other healthy students were being similarly tossed around.

Preparing to do something, Rick paused when Kev's attacker stepped back into the room. He was peeling the broken flesh from his head, which seemed to fall away from his skull like Christmas wrapping paper. With his braincase fully visible, the boy could only smile at the situation as he obviously felt no pain. Taunting Rick and Kev, he tossed the slabs of meat and skin at Rick and Kev.

Just then, the boy's lower jaw ripped itself in half like two large hands connected at the wrists. Like this, Rick and Kev could see that his throat was lined with fangs similar to the teeth in an anaconda's mouth -- anything that went down there, wouldn't come back out without pain and effort. Roaring like an animal, spewing mucus and steam into the air as he did so, the other infected students seemed to follow suit as their jaws also split in half and began to roared similarly.

 
Back at the principal's office, the fiend outside finally managed to break the door down -- but was quickly put out of it's misery as the principal brandished her gun on the creature. Without a word, Principal Senaa moved to the door to make sure there weren't anymore creatures outside her office. Coast clear, she stepped back over the dead body and reached for the pa radio. Keeping it short, she announced that students and faculty that were able to, should immediately make their way to her office. That done, she moved one of the statues on the shelf behind her desk to reveal a hidden door.

"Want you all to get inside. It is a spiral staircase, at the bottom is a room that leads underground. Wait there while I gather the rest of the students and teachers." As the children stepped inside, Principal Senaa shut the door again, leaving them in utter darkness for a moment. But as their eyes adjusted, they saw a faint light far below them.

 
| SOUTH END
| Monday, 11:10 AM

The metal back door finally gave way as Ras saw the woman from before enter the furniture store. After eating the owner, she had changed into something even more monstrous. Her forearms were like those of a housefly, complete with two other sets of similarly disfigured arms. Her legs were gone, or changed, and in their place was the tail of a large, white snake-like thing.

Luckily, her face was hidden mostly behind a mop of blond hair but what little they could see was beyond description. As she slithered her way into the furniture store, her large body blocked the doorway so that escape through that way was no longer possible. Slithering behind a few of the isles, Ras couldn't tell if it was seeking cover or playing hide-and-seek with it's prey. Either way, this one looked far more intelligent and those others he had just killed.

 
Doctor Gong-Li and Samuel Todd nodded their consent as each moved to deal with their own, personal situation. While Todd hadn't forgotten how the soldier had pointed a gun at him -- and was the reason why three more of those monsters were now in his store, he knew this wasn't the time for that. He would have words with Dan later, if they survived the next few minutes.

Most of the men who had been checked out by the doctor and her paramedics agreed to help in the hunt. Arming themselves with whatever they could find, such as kitchen knives and broom sticks, the rest had to make do with lighters and bug spray. Combined, the two made for a quick and easy flamethrower. All in all, there were about twenty volunteers in each group, along with Todd, Dan, and the firemen.

Searching the supermarket from opposite ends, Dan searched the south-left side while Todd worked the north-right side. With most of the civilians evacuated thanks to the quick-thinking doctor, the fiends were easy to track down. It was a good thing Dan had saved her and the others from getting locked outside the supermarket, otherwise they would have had to waste precious time searching for the mabley fiends. Instead, they stuck out like sore thumbs even though they pretended to be human. As each group surrounded one, the fiends turned around and quickly began attacking.

 
| WEST SANCTUARY

Sadly, Gorilla had missed his chance. After shaking the woman until she was finally dead, Sammy threw her behind him, hitting Gorilla who hadn't moved from his spot since landing on the car roof. Hands now free, Sammy snatched the sheriff up and held her tightly in his deformed hands. Squeezing her painfully as foul smelling foam filled his mouth, Sammy prepared to bite the sheriff's head off.

 
| CUL-DE-SAC
| Monday, 11:27 AM

While sitting in his basement, happy to let the world spin without him, Luca failed to make sure nothing had slipped in while he was away. Sneaking up behind him, the woman he had watched die before suddenly clasped a skinny right hand over his mouth as her left folded tightly around him -- pinning him to her emaciated chest. As her mouth hovered next to his ear, all he could feel was hot breathe followed by a low sound.

"Shhhhhh..!"

Upstairs, Joe took aim at the wolves as they circled the house. Each time they ran by a window, they would stick their snout in just enough to rustle the curtains -- the glass having shattered long ago. The sound of their feet, and teeth were starting to drive him mad. The rustling curtains also had him constantly running from room to room to make sure none had sneaked in while his back was turned. Frustrated by their tactics, he was ready to start shooting at everything that moved, ammunition be damned.

Maddie was having just as little success. Luca's grandmother still hadn't showed herself, but she could hear the animals downstairs. Finally deciding to abandon the search, she entered the second story hallway just in time to see a wolf force it's way in through a window. Taking aim, she only stopped when she heard the low grow behind her. Turning quickly on her heel, she managed to catch the wolf behind her just as it snapped it's jaws at her head.

Dodging backwards, she avoided it's teeth -- but not the third wolf's. Still outside, it reached in through the open window and pulled Maddie outside. As she flew through the second story window, a parked car was the only thing there to greet her. As the four on ground level moved to finish her off, the three upstairs moved downstairs to catch Joe, who was no doubt going to try and cover for Maddie and leave himself open to attack. Across the street, Ashe saw what had happened out of the corner of her. Quickly moving to provide cover, she had to choose who she would save as both of them were about to be attacked.

[Officer Judy Hopps]

Time to Think Quickly

 

It was rather irksome at first, the sound of gunfire was apparently not enough for Luca's grandmother to announce her position, but as Maddie turned back into the hallway, she found that it was certainly enough to find herself face to face with a rather large wolf once again. Drawing up her firearm quickly, her sight fell upon the massive creature to fire a gunshot only to suddenly hear another menacing growl behind her.

 

Avoiding the lunge of the first, teeth clamped down on the collar of her fatigues and dragged the Alien to the window. Weapons, ammunition and all. The butt end of her pistol smashed into the wolf's joint as she was dragged, but other than a pained whimper, the only other treatment she received was being flung out of a second story window.

 

Sailing through the air just for a second, she caught her gaze upon what she was going to land upon. The Hood of a Parked car. Vaulting in midair, minutely inhuman reflexes and strength were what saved her. Landing hard on the sheet of metal with both her pistol and knife still in hand while her carbine rested on her back. There was fleeting, swift movement coming in her direction, and she acted accordingly.

 

Four Wolves came after her, they were still a fair distance away, and driven by masterfully trained instinct, her carbine came to bear upon the creatures as they split off. Two in one direction, looking to flank her, and two coming recklessly straight for her. In rapid succession, four shots from the carbine rang out, and four shots perforated the skulls of the two who rushed towards her first. They stumbled first, before finally collapsing quite dead in the middle of the street. 

 

Swinging her weapon about quickly, her barrel came to bear upon a third wolf as it leaped over the back of the car towards her, a singular gunshot rang out and punched through the creature's shoulder. Painful enough to make it stumble, powerful enough to throw it off trajectory as the butt end of her rifle swing about to collide with inhuman strength on the side of the wounded creature's temple. Crushing it's skull as she managed to hold up her carbine just in time to have the teeth of the fourth wolf clamp down on the barrel.

 

With a cry that spoke of both pained frustration and anger, her carbine snapped about and caught the stock of her weapon upon the creature's ribs. Feeling them break beneath the destructive force, her boot came about and kicked the wolf off of the car, landing on it as it stumbled weakly, her boot upon its neck is what held it down the barrel it had once clamped down upon pressed against it's skull, and she executed the fourth beast.

 

With a press of button, the Alien's clip dropped, and a new one took it's place not a split second afterward. Pulling back the slide and feeling the round snap deftly into the chamber, her gaze swept the horizon for any other hostilities that might be coming their way. She was sure that Joe could handle the three abominations that had forced the Alien outside. 

[I-Am-X]

[West Sanctuary Forest]

 

As Sammy looked on, seemingly confused at what Riyon tried to say, started scratching his head with what was left of his right head as if actually trying to think. His fingers were all fused together to form a claw as Sammy dug out bits of his brain, allowing Riyon to finally notice the holes in his head that was hidden beneath the few strands of hair that was still left on the mans head. "Mmm..!" Sammy groaned as he continued digging.

 

Talk about raking ones brain... As she looked on, it actually seemed like some of her words got through as it actually seemed like something was surfacing in that mind of his. He than began saying something about being given some kind of drink by a man in an expensive suit and gloves. A drink, huh... Feeling sick, she averted her eyes from his face. While she has never been strickened by fear, a sight disgusting as that is another story. A face that's half there, little to no skin, half covered in scales, not to mention pulsing all over and a vile white foam coming from his mouth. It was giving off an odor that was worse than death itself, one that could kill if touched.

 

In Sammy's left hand, the woman groaned, somehow still alive despite everything. Still alive with half of your body gone....Impressive will if I may so. Shaking her furiously back and forth, Sammy screamed at her to shut up. As he looked back toward Riyon, she could tell right away there that she'd be getting nothing out of him. He looked....hungrier than before. Time was running out, they needed to do something. Looking back at Gorilla, he finally stood up back fell to a knee. Well, this isn't looking good. As her attention returned to Sammy, she slowly started moving her hands towards her weapons.

 

Just as finally got back to his feet without toppling over, it was too late. Sammy continued shaking the woman until she was finally dead, he tossed the body behind him, hitting gorilla, who wasn't able to move, knocking him to the ground as Gorilla screamed at the state of the corpse. With his hands now free, Sammy snatched up Riyon and held her tightly in his deformed hands squeezing her painfully as that foul smelling foam filled his mouth. Letting out a cry of pain, she tried despretely to reach for her guns but to no avail. Time was running out and she was finding it hard to breathe as her ribs were getting crushed. By that time, Gorilla had tossed the corpse off of him and reached for his Custom M1911 Pistol.

 

Moving into a better position and dropping a knee for better precision, Gorilla fired off as many rounds as he could at Sammy's side, nailing his arms, in effort to release his grip on Riyon before moving up towards his face. Riyon, struggling to get free, managed to regain movement in her arms as well as her breathing and managed to draw her twin pistols. As Gorilla was reloading, she took aim at the monsters feet and began firing before constantly elbowing sammy as she tried to push him off of her. Breaking free, she took off as she could, despite her injuries, managing some space as Gorilla, finished reloading, took aim at the Monsters chest, where it pulsated as the skin vibrated back and forth, and fired.

Edited by I-Am-X, 15 March 2014 - 01:00 AM.