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Berina stood atop a mound of dead zombies, mutants and general creations of Umbrellas. Her eyes were cold, palid as her skin, she'd been fighting these creatures for almost 2 long years, trapped in Raccoon City by the ones who killed the woman she once was...her ex-husband, now deceased, Malconin Valious was once the head of the Umbrella Corporation, but along with almost 75% of his employees, he was now gone from this world.
Life had never been kind to Berina and it was at this moment that she felt like taking her life for the last time. Raising her own gun to her temple, she fired, a click in the chamber, no bullet, no ending. Berina's head slumped, a hot tear ran down her cheek, "Why...why do you keep me here?" She whispered hoarsely.

Travis Russell walked quietly through the deserted streets. It had been six months since he and a group of survivors had arrived at the Arklay mansion deep in the woods. That is where Lianne’s Revelation had nearly broken Travis completely.

*Flashback *

Travis and Lianne had been on the first floor searching through the rooms. For a mansion that had been abandoned for years it was in remarkably good condition. They had went through the door to the left which led to an art gallery of sorts that held paintings and a large statue in the middle of the room. “Travis, I don’t want to be here. I just found you again and I don’t want to spend our last hours in this hellish place.’ Lianne said as they searched the room. Travis looked to her, “I know, but there is no place to go. The city is in ruins and this may be the only way we can escape.” Travis aimed his Desert Eagle towards a curtain that covered a doorway. It was moving as if something large was pulsating beneath it. Without warning a green reptilian shape exploded from the curtain, and it flew through the air with an inhuman screech. Travis instinctually rolled out of the way and rolled into a crouching position. As he did this he raised his Desert Eagle and fired off three rounds, all of them hitting their mark. With a bone-chilling screech life left the creature as a viscous black liquid ran from the three bullet-holes in the creatures chest. “That is exactly the f*cking stuff I was talking about! Travis please we can go back to the city and escape. The train should still be in the underground lab, we can use it to escape.” Lianne helped Travis up as she pleaded with her tall lover. “ It may not have survived the explosion Lianne, besides there are undoubtedly more of these things wandering around out there. The sewer would no longer be safe either.” Travis said as he tried to reason with her. “Travis we have to chance it. I just want to get out of here and back to civilization. I want to settle down and have family. I…” Travis scoffed at her words and interrupted her. “Wait, you want what? You never wanted to settle down, you just wanted to live each day as they came. The Rain I knew would have wanted to continue the fight against Umbrella.” Even as the realization kicked Travis in the nuts the Umbrella protocols inside Lianne’s head went online. With superhuman strength she backhanded Travis, and he flew back into the wall. His gun was knocked from his hands as he landed next to the dead hunter. “Sorry love, but Rain is dead. I am one of Umbrella’s more complicated creations, you could call me a doppleganger of sorts.” Lianne said in a clipped British accent. “I was supposed to bring you back alive as you are important to the Umbrella Company’s research. It seems as though you have a rare chemical in your body that allows them to create us.” Lianne said as she pressed her left foot against Travis’ left shoulder. “Us? You mean there are more freaks like you?” Travis groaned as she applied pressure against his shoulder.

“Yes, we were called the Adam and Eve project. Your blood samples Taken from Umbrella when you joined the U.B.C.S. were used to create us, however the supply ran out after used on us.” Lianne removed her foot and pulled Travis to his feet. “Now we are going for a little walk. You can either go quietly or I can kick your ass all the way to the train.” Lianne said as she looked into Travis’ blue eyes.
“ I say rot in hell, B!tch!” Travis said as he rolled towards his Desert Eagle three feet to Lianne’s right beside the statue. A second hunter had been in the back room and about the time Travis rolled it leapt towards Lianne’s back. With a sickening liquid gurgle the creature’s sickle-like claws removed Lianne’s head. Travis’ hand gripped the pistol tightly as another close group of shots killed this hunter. Travis sat there for what seemed like hours before collecting his thoughts and leaving the mansion. He never looked back.

*End Flashback *

(ooc: Alright, here's my start...erm, continuation...whatever. It may be a little rushed and later than I originally planned but better late than never, no?)

Chrys edged her hands over the cold surface of the metal vent, satisfied that after awhile of searching she had found one of suitable size. All the others vents within the desolate above ground facility had been either too small or not worth making the risk for. She wasn't even sure if she should be making the risk now...the only comfort she got from crawling through the stale, musty air of the vent system was that her hands barely scraped the ceiling and the air, to a certain degree, was breathable.

Taking several more baby steps, she squinted down through the opening of a vent. Suspended just below the ceiling, it would be a little more than a seven foot drop. But this IS the only opening I’ve seen in the past while… Forcing herself not to pull off her damp skin tight orange tank top, Chrys very carefully removed the opening.

Dropping her head out, at not sensing any immediate danger, she jumped down, black laced boots slamming down onto the slippery iced tiles. Brushing off any dust from her attire, she checked herself briefly. Making sure everything was in order, she pocketed her hands, dragging her footsteps to the end of the corridor.

A glance to her left revealed the facility to not be as isolated as she had deducted. A few frozen workers could be seen stumbling her way, the cold managing to preserve them down to a fault. She made a face before sighing. It all was growing to be rather monotonous.

Pulling her magnum from her right hip holster, Chrys meticulously screwed on a silencer as the eight workers advanced, cursing annoyed beneath her breath. Three of the frail biohazards feet away, she pulled the trigger, three decaying heads decorating the halls with red and hints of blue. Killing the next four behind those, she threw aside the empty magazine, preparing herself to kill the last stumbling zombie, it unaware of her presence.

Searching her sides for a magazine, she shivered slightly at a soft gnawing felt to her shoulder blade. Annoyed and caught off-guard by the little bite, Chrys turned with stern sapphire eyes to the baby across her back. “Genesis!”

Hearing her voice, the baby stopped chewing Chrys’s back. Tiny fingers let go of Chrys’s shirt, curious cerulean blue eyes staring up to her. Narrowing her eyes, she spoke in a softer tone. “What did mommy say….?” Still able to only stare up to Chrys, Genesis began on a pout, face slowly beginning to scrunch up.

Holstering her gun, she gave up on the search for a magazine, reaching for a thin silver chain once attached to a pair of cuffs. For a moment, the sparkle in her eyes dulled down, face emotionless. Seeing the first tear roll down Genesis’s cheek, she quickly came back to reality, dangling the thin silver over Genesis.

A giggle came immediately, Chrys pulling it just out of reach of the now smiling child. She continued to do so for the next few seconds, Genesis’s laughter increasing. At last, Chrys wrapped the chain around her hand, staring seriously to her child. “Now what did mommy say?” Genesis’s smile left. Chrys sighed, stroking the soft strands of chestnut along her tender scalp. “When we get back I’ll feed you…” Conceding, Genesis rested her cheek against Chrys’s back, eyes beginning to close.

During her brief minute of playing mother, the last remaining zombie had gotten close enough to pull Chrys close, enough to get a bite out of the single mother. It began on a lunge, a shotgun barrel soon lodged in its mouth. Brow raised, Chrys smirked, trigger pulling her Benelli. “Nice try.” She fired, wincing at the recoil and the thick slop of brains decorating the ceiling from the explosive shot.

Sliding the shotgun into its left holder, Chrys swung her arm about. She was lucky she hadn’t dislocated her shoulder in her moment of stupidity. Glancing back to Genesis she saw the baby oblivious to the scene, little arms stretching upwards as she yawned.

Shaking her head to the child, Chrys began on a sprint to the sixth floor. Peering through a dirtied glass window, she formed a wry face. Her past few hours…no, the past few days had been in vain. From what she could tell, escaping from the south side of the city wasn’t possible.

Rubbing a hand down her face, she sighed in frustration. “Back to square one…”

Berina rolled her eyes downward, hearing the familiar clich of heavy boots under her, she smiled a little and began to remove the mass of bodies, one by one...

Travis was lost in his memory of that event six months ago that he didn't notice the sound of a shotgun at first. 'Great someone is close. I'd better find a place to hide.' Travis had kept away from his former teammates after he had come back from the forest. The scar on his left arm reminded him of what happend when he came back to town.
(Flashback coming in next post.)

Slowly making two larger piles beside her, her ear against the ground, she smiles and stalks over to the hearest building, derelict it takes her almost 20 minutes to find the shaft to the basement. She climbs in and slips onto her feet once more with ease, the footsteps growing dimmer, she begins to follow them.

Summer had struck the once beautiful landscape of the forsaken city. Trees splattered with blood rustled in the wind, leaves crisp and full. The rains had fallen, flooded, and drained, washing away traces of carnage left on the tarmac, an eerie sparkle given to the stagnant place. The humidity provided an oven-esque atmosphere, amplifying the scent of decay to the point where breathing could be fatal.

A relatively cool day, Chrys stood outside the building, broken glass beneath her boots. Her super short black shorts made getting around easier, though, it revealed more flesh than she thought appropriate. However...they were cute and the only thing she'd consider wearing for the time being.

A gentle snoring from behind her brought her gaze from the sun to Genesis. She was approximately two months old, born prematurely by a month. The process hadn't been the most memorable thing in the world but it had managed to do what the biohazards around her had failed miserably at. It managed to scare her more than anything else she could remember...six months ago didn't count because rather than scared her, it scarred her.

Shuddering somewhat, Chrys started on her walk to her safehouse, keeping an eye out for former comrades or things that went bump in the night. At least...they should go bump in the night... She walked into the lobby of an old-fashioned dusty hotel. But hell does work in mysterious i.e. f**ked up ways. Scowling, she pushed an aluminum ladder up to the platform of the second floor, starting on her climb.

When she had escaped from the mansion, once she had managed to get rid of the bindings around her wrists, she made sure to find a place to stay. She couldn't do without personal grooming and food for too long. Settling in at the small hotel, her first course of action was too destroy the stairs, ensuring her safety from infected animals and zombies. She had more than enough ammo to deal with hunters and lickers so she worried little over them.

Clearing the inn of any other threat, she made sure to stock up on enough food to last her for the next two years, boiling any water drunken to ensure purity (and the filter pilfered from a nearby Sears helped out). Though she held no intention whatsoever of staying in the cemetery of a city for that long. She refused for her child to have to call that place her home.

Reaching the top floor, Chrys slid the ladder away, gaining her balance on the wooden timbers. Sighing at her lack of success, she walked down the end of the hall to a wooden door..

*To Be Continued

The footsteps grew closer upon following, the item was slowing down, her ears perked up as she felt the telltale signs of an undead. A zombie. Click, drag...pause...Click, drag...pause...that continued, the zombies pattern of monotonous walking almost driving her over the edge.
But that's the problem...she was already over the edge, her mind a scatter of pained and shadowed thoughts, rememberence of her past, her happy past with Malconin was the only thing that enabled her the remote possibility of a happy moment. However he was now dead, the toll on her emotions had strained her to insanity, she wouldn't stop until the last infected being in this city was destroyed.

Stopping in front of the wooden door, in place of the keyhole that had been below the knob was an electronic keypad, the door not as wooden as it seemed. Chrys had made sure to bump up the security in her makeshift home, doing so much as to either back up each door with metal bracings or replace doors in their entirety. The only doors completely replaced were her bedroom door, the miniature weapons cache down the hall, the camera room, and the below freezing point room she had turned into a freezer.

Her bedroom door came first, making it so she could at least sleep without worrying over lickers, hunters, or G-types. Next came her freezer, a bevy of canned foods and instant noodles kept in play. Of course, since they were of no real nutritional value, Chrys made sure to take one of each type of vitamin available to her, courtesy of a pharmacy two blocks away. And considering the amount of anti-freeze required to keep the room so cool, the only room kept slightly at room temperature was her bedroom. The others suffered from the heat.

Third was the weapons cache, she finally finished on her collection of guns and ammunition. She had robbed each gun shop in the city blind only a month after she escaped the mansion. She had even risked stopping at the police stations, pilfering ammo off of the hundreds of dead corpses surrounding her.

The last room still had a few bugs that needed to be worked out of the system, Chrys not exactly an expert at attempting to set up a sophisticated computer control room, complete with turrets. That would’ve been a little too unbelievable and damn near impossible for someone of her caliber to accomplish. However, she did manage to set up one camera above the entrance to the hotel along with one in each room…well, except hers. It wouldn’t make sense for her to watch after herself.

Smirking at the very idea, Chrys input the four letter password, the door sliding open with the smallest hiss. Walking into the off-white carpeted room, Chrys took Genesis from her back and rested her onto the bundle of comforters in the center of the king sized bed.

Peeling out of her sweat and drool covered tank top, she stuck with a black sports bra, throwing her shoes lightly into a full laundry basket. She frowned, knowing she’d have to wash her clothing soon…and by hand. Sucking her teeth at the thought, she propped her back up against the mahogany headboard, the sleeping child coming to life. She opened her eyes meticulously, blue eyes staring to Chrys ethereally.

“Just like daddy…” Shaking her head at the small image that had played through her head, she pulled Genesis close, cradling her with one arm. Snatching a baby bottle of instant mix made with fluoride water out of its resting place of warm water, she placed the tip to Genesis’s mouth, the baby reluctantly accepting the food. Chrys sighed. She had intended to feed her differently but until she showered, it would have to suffice.

A few minutes later, Genesis continued to suck on the empty bottle, eyes boggling as she tried to get what she had so quickly finished. She had a ravenous appetite despite Chrys feeding her every few hours. Realizing nothing else would come out the bottle, she placed the bottle aside, the items placed on the bed catching her attention.

Crawling over to the two shining objects, she shoved the first one, a magazine, into her mouth. Nibbling on the useless magazine, it filled to the brim with blanks, noticing the scolding look thrown her way by Chrys, she spit it out onto the mattress. Pouting, she crawled over to the next item, Chrys’s Desert Eagle. Frowning at her failed attempt to lift the weapon from the bed, her baby fingers wandered back to the magazine.

Grabbing the ammo, Genesis began to mash it into the gun. Staring up to Chrys, she stopped again at another look. Tilting her head, her blue eyes wandered from the ammo to the gun and back again. She started at the slide of the weapon, trying to fit the magazine in. Blowing a raspberry at the futile try, the baby pressed her cheek into the bed, blinking in wonder to the item.

A long while passed (forty five minutes to be exact) as Genesis stared, blue eyes glowing in wonder, the occasional babble leaving her lips. She sucked her thumb, lodging the magazine into the bottom of the weapon. She glanced to her mother for approval. Seeing a smile break her demeanor, Genesis continued, stopping halfway.

Chrys clapped lightly at her try, picking up the child and kissing her on the forehead. For the past week she had been testing out Genesis…and sure, while it wouldn’t exactly get her mother of the year, if they were still in the city two years from then, wouldn’t it be a good thing Genesis could use a gun?

Laughing quietly to herself, resting Genesis on her chest, Chrys leaned back, gaze out the window. The glass had been replaced with safety glass, a delicate process, but it was better than boarding up the windows as she had been forced to do with the other rooms. Watching the skies, she sighed. The sun would be setting in a few hours, the city plunged into its most dangerous hours…and she was nowhere close to escaping.

“We’ll escape, baby, we gotta…” Chrys whispered to her seemingly oblivious child, trying more to comfort herself than anything else. Letting the heat from the sun breach the glass, she felt herself start to grow drowsy…

shalimar sleep by the camp fire

Just waitin for Kohldia's approval to make my character if this thing is still goin on

Bildo woke up with Shalimar sleeping near him. It had been so long he had been trapped in this hell hole with her. She was all he had left his wife, son and partner were all dead now. Erica was the only one from the group that managed to escape.

He sat up and looked at his pistol which was his only gun he had now, well other than his ankle revolver, and combat knife. His family died and he should have too if he had caught the ride on that chopper but he didnt he stayed till the last minute defending the heli pad and then he heard the news on the radio so he didnt bother getting out he let them go without him. Shalimar decided to stay with him.

He sat there on the look out and letting Shalimar get some rest. Nowadays he couldnt get sleep.

((Hey guys sorry its been so long i been sorting my comp out. But im back now))

* Flashback*

Travis walked Solemnly through the forest. His hopes for the future had been shattered. He’d believed that Lianne had truly been Rain, but now it was painfully clear that she was indeed dead. Travis no longer feared death like most people, in fact it would be his ultimate freedom. Life without the one he loved the most was hell. Wandering through the dark woods Travis realized that he had to survive, had to bring Umbrella to justice. He still had his Ak-47 slung across his back and his Desert Eagle in his thigh holster. Berina and the others forgotten Travis made his way slowly towards the remnants of Raccoon City. After about ten minutes he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Something was watching him. Travis began to scan his surroundings as he tried to locate the eyes. Suddenly the forest to his left exploded with movement as a large, dark shape sped towards him. Travis barely had enough time to react as he clumsily leapt to the side. Searing pain shot down his left arm as he let out a pained curse, “Son of a *****!” Travis quickly regained his balance and turned to his attacker. It was a humanoid that towered over Travis easily at a foot taller. The Creature’s bald-head and gray skin lent nothing to wonder what it was. The Creature’s heart stuck out of its right shoulder and its left arm ended in terrible yard-long claws. The claws were dripping with Travis’ blood. Travis hefted his AK-47 and sighted in the creature’s bulbous heart.
The AK-47’s thunderous blasts erupted in the calm night air as the 7.62 slugs ripped into the fleshy pump. The Creature still came at Travis not even acknowledging the shots shredding its heart. As the assault rifle clicked empty Travis let it fall to the leaf-covered ground and unholstered his Desert Eagle. He quickly drew a bead on the bleeding heart as the nightmarish abomination raised its clawed arm and rushed towards him. He fired two shots, each found their mark, and the creature began to fall not six feet from where Travis stood. Travis quickly moved from underneath the oversized talons as they came crashing down on his discarded AK-47. The talons sliced cleanly through the Metal and wood of the rifle. Travis Slowly walked beside the creature and aimed the magnum at its head. Three more shots interrupted the night air. Travis tied of the deep gashes in is left arm and continued on into the city. Luckily his journey was boring after the chance encounter with the large B.O.W.

* End Flashback*

(OOC: Hey uh Grim Fandango let me give you a hand. First of all, you should post all Out Of Context post in the OCC Thread for this story. We all hate it when single OOC posts (like yours) Break up the story's flow. Secondly, you posted you character in the Creation thread for the old RPG and not the new one. As long as you can keep from godmoding and keep all OOC comments out of the story thread (If you post a continuation of the story with the OOC it is okay, but keep it to a minimum.) then you should do just fine here. Welcome to Hell.

shalimar woke up next to a blury person.she wiped the sleep from her eyes and so bildo "well hello there. i don't mean to be rude but we gotta find the others "

(ooc: more rushed than I’d intended but its late on this side of the world so it’ll have to do erm…oh yeah, and lets just say the length is to make up for the time, yah?)

****6 months ago****

Chrys descended down the basement stairs, hold tight on her loaded Desert Eagle. Her fingers were twitching, she knowing she’d shoot the first thing she saw without hesitation. But taking into account her comrades were prowling the area, she had to be cautious. Allow a three second grace period at the most before she pulled the trigger.

Heading to the end of the hall, she stopped. Narrowing vindictive blue eyes, she rose her magnum in the air. Dancing on the walls at the end of the hall were the hazy shadows of three figures, movements slow but meticulous. No moans were evident…then again, anything could happen in the nightmarish mansion.

Cocking her weapon, Chrys sidled along the wall, the figures around the corner doing the same. Lovely… Waiting at the edge of the turn, she began on a three count. On the last number, she jumped from the corner, aiming her gun to none other than Berina, Tao and Drake.

The four people said nothing, going on a classic stare down. Drake had both weapons trained on Chrys, Berina holding a knife in each hand. Tao seemed the only one who wouldn’t take out his weapon…not yet. Chrys didn’t back down, moving her weapon between the three of them. She started to speak, Berina breaking the silence somewhat annoyed. “Are you the real Chrys?”

Chrys smirked coldly, arching a brow. “That’s my line…and yes.”

“Prove it,” ordered Berina, prepared to slit her throat if need be. Apparently, she wasn’t in the mood for Umbrella’s little games or freaky morphing doppelgangers.

Searching her mind hard for a way to identify herself, she frowned. She hadn’t known Berina very long and couldn’t think of something only she’d know about the woman. Drake was a lost cause…and she wouldn’t touch Tao. Stroking her chin in thought, she winced at the only thought that could prove her words true. It was a touchy subject but she had no other ideas. She stared Berina into the eyes. “Your husband…was a f**king prick.”

The tip of a katana was instantly placed beneath her jaw. Berina gave her a look of disgust and bitterness. “Watch your god damn mouth.”

Unperturbed by the blade, Chrys lowered her magnum, holstering it to her hip. She continued to stare the angered wife into the eyes, speaking apathetically. “I’m entitled to my own opinion, last time I checked. Maybe he wasn’t a ‘f**king’ prick…but he was a prick nonetheless.”

The blade threatened to pierce her skin, Berina stepping closer. Her voice came out unnaturally dangerous. “I told you to watch your mouth. You know nothing of my husband; you barely knew him. You have no right to pass judgment on him because of this one event!”

Chrys was unsure just how to respond to Berina’s words. Staring to the blood splattered walls, her eyes held a vague expression. She decided she’d have to play if off. “Yeah…perhaps you’re right.” Forcing back an eye roll, she turned her eyes back onto the woman. “Apologies for any offense from my comment but what else could I say?” Shrugging, Chrys began to walk ahead of the group, ignoring the evil glare boring into the back of her head.

Drake reluctantly lowered his magnums, holstering both with a flat expression. “Yeah…that’s her. Has to be...” He followed after Chrys, Tao and Berina sharing a glance before doing the same.

Walking through the halls, Chrys eavesdropped on the others conversation, offering no input of her own. Her vision was slowly starting to become a mess, the loss of blood beginning to get to her head. Reigning in on her concentration, she slowed down her pace so as not to exert herself, the others catching up with ease.

Going at a relatively slower stride, feeling she was nearer to the pendant needed to advance, a wave of confidence washed over her. It soon faded, a sharp pain shooting through her temple. She scrunched up her eyes tightly with a minor groan. Holding onto her forehead, she attempted to ride out the pain, fingertips massaging in circular motions. However, at feeling a pulsating swell out from her being, she froze, pupils dilating at a sudden urge, a sudden need.

The others started to crowd her, Chrys moving to the wall at once. Staring down to her boots, her breath came erratically, the feeling refusing to leave her. She wanted to, she had to…she lifted her gaze from the floor to her comrades, hand sliding to the hilt of her remaining katana. She had to kill the three humans before her, there was no other way.

Her hand trembled over the hilt, dilated blue scanning each face aloofly. She let her hand fall from the weapon, focusing on regaining control. Almost immediately, a second pain shot through her head, threatening to split open her skull. Throwing back her head, she clutched onto her forehead, forcing back a scream. Again, the same pulse erupted from her being, her back, a warm resonance struggling to take over. The others began to run over.

“Stay back!” she ordered, a glossy blue eye staring in their direction. The three stopped, looking her over cautiously. Using the wall to support herself, she stifled a scream, hand shaking violently near her katana. “Go do something with yourselves. Leave me here…GO!!” She cringed yet again from the persistent pain, burying her forehead into the wall as she gritted her teeth.

Tao stared to her, first emotionless, then as if trying to understand. “What’s wrong?”

Twitching, Chrys counted to five, knowing the lie about to leave her lips would be the worst one to date. But…it would get the guys away. Hopefully. She sighed, feigning a cool composure. “It’s nothing. I just get really painful cramps around this time of month…also, I get overly b*tchy,” She glared dangerously to all three, a cold smile cracking her lips. “I shouldn’t have to elaborate any further than that.”

The guys shared a glance, Berina looking Chrys up and down skeptically. “You’re kidding me,” She stepped closer to her. “Even I didn’t suffer that much in my enhanced days, there’s no way-”

“We’re in a biological outbreak, their have been multiple doppelgangers around the city, miraculously enough we all still have ammo, that invincible motherfu…” Chrys quickly corrected herself. “Guy you called your husband was killed by a friggin ninja. Honey child, anything’s possible,” She summoned a sweet tone. “Now…I hope you all don’t mind me asking but…” She took a deep breath. “I would REALLY prefer to be left ALONE right now and if I have to pop a cap in each and every one of you to prove my point, I swear to GOD I will, comprehendes?!?”

****continuation of flashback****

The group looked her up and down. Shaking their heads, they granted Chrys’s wish, leaving her on her own once more. Feeling her eyes begin to roll into the back of her head, she pinched herself in the arm. She had to stay alert, she had to put some distance between her and the others. She wasn’t worried over what she would do to them. It was the thought of what would happen to her if she happened to strike one of them down.

Shaking away the grisly thoughts, Chrys dragged her footsteps, tears threatening to leave her eyes from the severe spontaneous headache. After five minutes, she came to a stop, damp and sweaty against the wall. Her vision became blurrier by the second, her lungs aching from her effort.

“What…how?” She winced at another pain, back pulsing once more. “Wait…” Chrys closed her eyes, biting her lip in thought. It was starting to come back to her. Back when she had fought the prototype, Beta. After he had screwed up her back, he had drilled his nails into her skin, placed his bloodied palm to her back. “He mixed…our blood?” She snapped up her head at the pain, it growing intense with each passing second. A delirious laugh could be felt rising up in the back of her throat. It was incredulous, impossible to believe. Over some weird process, over the course of a half hour…had she become his puppet? “No f**king way.”

Two hands slid around her throat from behind, Chrys’s eyes widening. A cruel whisper was let out into her ear. “Such language…but you said it yourself. Anything’s possible,” the voice pulled her from the wall, guiding her fluidly down the hall. “Did you miss me?”

“No,” replied Chrys, deeply regretting her moment of mercy. No longer in control of her footsteps, she let the man, let the reawakened Beta guide her God knows where. “I was sort of hoping the whole ‘steel pole to the side of your head’ kept you out cold for the next year or so. Now, about that…” She waited for him to fill in the blank.

Sliding one hand down the length of her cardigan covered arm, Beta sighed, speaking bored. “I’m a BOW; I lost all human weaknesses long time ago. So, if by a year, you meant five minutes, sure, it worked. Though the funny thing is…” He laughed, a scary noise in the bare hall.

It was just now Chrys noticed a slight change to his tune, to his voice, to his grip. He smoothed his hand over her body, back to her throat. Stopping in the hall, he let his lips linger on her neck, red eyes glowing malevolently. “…ever since you hit me, I’ve never felt more alive. It’s as if…you changed me. That blow to the head freed me,” He dug his nails into her skin, an ecstatic look to his eyes at her pained groan. “Got rid of those f**king morals holding me back. I love it.”

“Skippy,” spoke Chrys apathetically through grinding teeth. In her mind, the idea was already floating around of what she’d truly done. She’d screwed up…big time. The Beta prior to the one moving down the hall had a child’s curiosity but an adults understanding. He could be persuaded…however, the man behind her. She shuddered.

A broad grin swept across Beta’s flawless features at her shake. Tossing aside raven hair from his view, he quickly snatched both her wrists in one hand. Stroking her cheek, he purred down to her. “Don’t fret, little one. I owe you so much…and I intend to pay you back in full. Oh, I do still have to kill you but,” He brushed her lips across her temple, the pain instantly melting away. “…we WILL have so much fun.”

Rounding the corner, the two entered a huge hall, apparently on the ground floor. Chrys struggled in his hold, ignoring the start up of a new migraine. She didn’t care if resistance brought her a pounding sensation through her skull, the red lights had started to go off insanely through her mind. She had to escape, the night wouldn’t end well otherwise.

Laughing at her attempts, Beta ran a hand up her side and angled her face upwards, staring down into a pair of defiant blue. “You’re lovely, you know that?” Leaning over, to her astonishment, he kissed her, pressing his lips hard to the struggling Chrys, enjoying the minor taste of the weakening female.

Eventually pulling away, he kissed her forehead tenderly. Red eyes calculating, he motioned to down the hall, a stunned Paul and Raine staring to the two. Chrys struggled to find her voice, the mysterious Beta restricting her speech with ease. All she could do was stare aside, flushed in her rage and anger. She wanted Paul to know she loved him but Beta’s little scene had been anything but helpful.

Speaking in a gentleman’s tone, Beta acknowledged the two with a mesmeric smile. “Good evening, Raine. Paul…pleasure to meet you,” His grip around Chrys’s neck tightened. Paul immediately stepped forward, Beta raising a brow. “Take another step closer and I’ll break her neck. That’s not how this game will play out,” Paul looked hesitant, Beta beginning to squeeze. “Or how about I make her lose her breath? Regardless of what you do, I WILL kill her. However…there is a way.”

Lowering his raised Remington shotgun, Paul gave him an opportunity to explain. Beta loosened his hold over Chrys, she coughing from the lack of air. Ignoring her hacks, he elaborated. “I’m into making a barter of a sort. Simply put, a life for a life. You want Chrys to live, fine by me. But as compensation, you have to die. You have an hour to decide…and an hour to find us. We will be on the second floor of the mansion though where, is the true question. Good luck.” He smiled deviously, the lights flickering into darkness. After a minute, the lights flew back on…but Beta and Chrys were nowhere to be found…

****Present Day****

Snapping open her eyes, Chrys sat up, massaging her heart. The room was slightly stuffy from the heat, her back completely drenched in sweat. She shivered, closing her eyes tightly, wanting desperately for the visions to go away. Ever since the mansion incident, she would have the same nightmare replay through her mind for four nights each month. She wasn’t sure how long her sanity would put up with it.

It wasn’t your fault… Swallowing hard, Chrys glanced to the lightly snoring child to her side. She kissed her forehead softly, thankful she was too young to even comprehend the city was hell’s reincarnate.

A thumping noise from downstairs caused Chrys to arch a brow. Besides her nightmare, someone…or something else had woken her. Adjusting her sports bra back over her figure, Chrys swung out of bed, stretching her arms upward. Reaching for her Desert Eagle, she took out the blanks, lodging a magazine deftly into the magnum.

Putting a pillow to each side of Genesis, Chrys readied her gun, breathing in deeply. Preparing herself for whatever she might find, she opened the door cautiously…

shalimar looked on to the open space. she may not have had a spiddy senes but something was wrong. no birds ,no sounds of anything.so she sniffed the air.nothing,not even the smell of cold lifeless skin.

Travis walked cautiously into the building, but a hanging piece of debri fell and landed next to him. 'Dammit! Anyone nearby would have heard that.' Travis cursed himself and he quickly went from door to door to find one unlocked. He needed to be as quiet as possible and couldn't afford to bust on in.

Locking the door behind her, Chrys crept out into the hall, bare feet stealthily sliding across the polished wooden floor. Narrowing her eyes, she peeked over the wooden banister to the floor below. She saw no sign of a zombie or a stray dog, no lumbering beings inside her makeshift home.

Holstering her Desert Eagle, Chrys quickly pulled out her Benelli. If she hadn’t yet spotted the source of the noise, it meant one of two things. Either she had imagined the noise and had wakened from her nightmare of her own will…or whatever had made the sound was prowling the lower level.

Lickers and Hunters and Beasties, oh my! Chuckling low at her thought, she grabbed hold of the ladder that had replaced the stairs. Sliding down the warm aluminum, she landed neatly on her feet, eyes staring out to the darkness of the city. She shivered, in utter hate of it all.

The smallest of sounds were heard, a door swinging open. Loading a cartridge into the barrel, Chrys eased herself through the dimly lit corridor. She glanced back and forth every so often, her life more valuable than –almost- anything else. Peering into each room, she stopped at the last, the door slightly ajar.

She exhaled, a small anxiety creeping through her. Rubbing the back of her neck, Chrys let herself into the room, eyes immediately turning upwards. No depressions in the ceiling, no claw marks or skinless creatures lashing out tongues. She looked sideways, all around, expecting to find a hunter, some demonic creature still in existence.

Nothing. Nothing but the silence of the humid summer night. Pulling at her top some, she winced at the squeak of a pipe, the previously vacant bathroom occupied. On edge, the hairs on her neck rose as she broke into a cold sweat. Gulping, she marched to the finished white wooden door, swiftly opening the entrance.

Placing the gun to the inhabitant’s head, she arched a shaven brow at the Desert Eagle trained beneath her chin. Squinting in the barely lit bathroom, she made out a familiar face covered in fatigue and grime. Then again…just because he looked recognizable, it didn’t mean she knew him. “Russell…?” She never did get his first name. She stared vindictively. “If that’s who you are…where’s Lianne? She was-”

Chrys was cut off by the sound of his gun being readied. She couldn’t fully make out the look in his eyes, his voice tinged with a mixture of emotions. “Don’t bring her up, she wasn’t the…” He drifted off, gaze to the side as he grinded his teeth.

Unnerved by his incomplete sentence, Chrys tapped her foot impatiently. “She wasn’t what-”

Before he could properly respond or Chrys could form a proper inquiry, a low whining could be heard on the upper level. The Desert Eagle turned towards the ceiling. “What’s that?”

“It’s a girl,” muttered Chrys flatly, lowering his gun from the roof. Rolling her eyes, she decided to temporarily trust him, heading down the hall. “It’s a long story…you coming?”

(ooc: little rushed but its late. Immortal, hope you don’t mind the minor control too terribly, if ya do, let me know…)

Travis shook his head as he casually followed Chrys. He mentally kicked himself for letting himself be found like this, but there was nothing he could do about it now. "Hold it!" Travis said as he aimed the heavy magnum at Chrys' back. How do I know you are who you appear to be. I won't let Umbrella get their hands on me, so I'll need a little proof that you aren't a Doppleganger like Lianne was." Travis watched as Chrys slowly turned to face him.

(OOC: I don't mind as long as you don't take him out of character. I like how you had us in a standoff.)

(ooc: yeah, I tend to do that often…um, anyway, sorry for not posting earlier, went to a baseball game and just got back! Anywho, here’s something a little half assed before I turn in…)

Doppelgangers don’t have the misfortune of going through thirty six hours of drug free childbirth… Chrys held the thought in, forming a sour expression as the barrel was drilled deeper into her back. Turning to face Travis, she raised her brow, swinging the Benelli to his chest. She scowled, eyes glowing with something indescribable, a tinge of pain visible beyond the blue.

“Don’t…EVER…call me one of those things,” Holstering the shotgun, Chrys scrimmaged around her bra, pulling out a small chain with a silver dog tag…her dog tag. It was the only form of ID she had on her, and negligible as it were, it would have to suffice. She didn’t know enough about Mr. Russell to piss him off.

Holding it up to the light, Chrys sighed. “This is the only thing I have, you can either believe me or not, your call. The only proof I can give you is I met you and Lianne in the mall. Oh yeah…” she stroked her chin thoughtfully. Her Benelli went back to his forehead.

“That reminds me. Are you infected? Sorry, standard procedure, can’t risk contamination, yaddi yadda. If you are infected, before I kill you, I need a question answered. If you’ve attempted to escape, what routes have you tried to take out the city? And if you aren’t infected…showers are on the second floor. You can talk to me when you’re cleaner…” Readying the shotgun coolly, she waited for a response, partially hoping she wouldn’t have to end the life of the only –possible- comrade she’d seen…

Travis angrily stared down the barrell of the shotgun as he weighed his options. "Regardless of my medical condition, i suggest that if you are going to use that thing you'd better do it. I don't like being questioned about things that are fairly obvious." Travis replied as he showed her his scarred left arm. One of Umbrella's creations did that six months ago after Lianne informed me that she was a doppleganger. She used Rain's appearence to try to get me back to Umbrella. She said some chemical in my blood allowed them to create dopplegangers and that with the supply that Umbrella had only two were made. The Adam and Eve project. She also let slip that an underground train that leads out of the city was how she was to get me out, that is before a hunter made her a foot shorter." Travis sighed as the barrel left his forehead. "I know where the train is and how to get it running, but first we have to find certain circuits to fix the instrument panels. I was going to live out the rest of my days here trying to die where Umbrella couldn't reach me. Now that i have recapped my last 6 months in Hell it is your turn. Oh and stop calling me Russell, My name is Travis."

"I see..."

Holstering her shotgun, Chrys sighed. She ran her fingers through her frizzing chestnut hair, rubbing her face tiredly. It seemed everybody around her had something...different with them and an attempt to escape the city almost always led to an adventure. She dropped her fingers from her face, pocketing her hands as her gaze wandered to her toes. She was hesitant over how to explain her survival.

"I..." Chrys kept her gaze hidden, breathing deeply. "I should start from the beginning...from the manor. I should...but I can't. It's been six months," She chuckled weakly, biting her lip to stifle her laughter. "Six months already...its happened to me before, don't know why I can't deal with it now. It's no surprise...of course it would be Umbrella..."

She trailed off, knowing she was rambling. Widening her eyes, she forced the warmth that had entered them to leave. Massaging her temples, Chrys finally looked up to Travis. Folding her arms over her chest, she feigned a casual expression. "Sorry, was more talking to myself than to you. After I escaped from the mansion, had two months to find myself," She motioned her hands out to the vast wooden hotel. "A safe haven of sorts."

Travis gave her a strange look. He asked, "Why only two months?"

Her cheeks flushed vibrantly, Chrys making a sour face. Gulping, she kept her attention on the dog tag around her neck. "...Because If I ran around the city for too long...with all the strain carrying items from place to place...I would have risked..." She closed her eyes, thankful for the dim lighting of the building. "...a miscarriage."

"A miscarriage?"

Grinding her teeth, Chrys headed to the aluminum ladder leading up to the second floor platform. "Yes. I was...around four months when I met you and the others. Once escaped, had two months to forage for safety and food, two months later, gave birth, etc. The South and East Side are blocked, tried to exit the city from there," She cocked her head, peering down to Travis on the ground floor. "Not worried about Umbrella too bad, they probably deduced we died after the first month. I'm thinking escape, get a new identity..."

Be happy...

She frowned at her last thought, knowing it would never be the case for her. Pressing her back to a bedroom door as he climbed, Chrys stared out one of the dustier windows to the navy blue sky, stars sparkling over decay and death. "Now...what parts do you need for this train? Been around long enough...I know I won't have everything but perhaps I can be of assistance?"

"Yeah, well as to the parts for the train most of the circuitry is specially manufactured for it, so we'd have to find a place he that would have them. The Most important circuit we need is the one that controls the locomotion of the train. With it in hand I should be able to bypass all of the extra circuits with ones from a standard computer." Travis looked down at Chrys as he stood from the ladder. "The fact that you have a child gives you more reason to stay away from me. Umbrella knows that i am still alive and has sent a steady stream of seekers and U.S.S. Teams after me. You would be in danger if more showed up." Travis looked into her eyes, "I won't risk the lives of you or your child. I will find the parts we need. If the others are alive i want you to find them."

"Hey Shalimar whats up?" Billy said slowly pulling his beretta out of its holster.

"that smell". then she paused for a while."cold roting, infected flesh"

Bildo moved closer to Shalimar aiming his beretta in the direction shalimar was talking about. He looked around them both keeping his eyes peeled and making sure before firing if he saw anything.

(ooc: sorry if this comes out busted. using an odd keyboard/computer and got my nails done, so yeah...)

Chrys nodded her head at his concern, closing her eyes in understanding. She didn't fully agree with what he said, despite it being truth, but she wouldn't yet speak her mind. Shrugging in an almost carefree manner, Chrys motioned Travis to follow her down the hall. Watching as she went, he reluctantly followed after.

Keying in the password, she dashed into the room, Genesis whining quietly in the darkness. Flipping on a pale soft white light, she took off her damp orange baby tee, throwing it into the pile of laundry. Chrys smiled warmly, cradling the blue eyed baby in her arms. Settling down immediately, she closed her eyes, cuddling against her mother.

She sighed, finally addressing the patient Travis. "I'll look for the others...though...some might be hesitant to be around me. Its in relation to the mansion, I went a little..." Chrys arched her brow, gaze to the side. "Well, paranoid bordering psychotic bordering suic-" She stopped there, narrowing her eyes back to him. "Case in point, I'll look out for the others while I'm scourging for parts."

Noticing him about to make a look of complaint, she scoffed, waving out her hand. "Don't waste your breath. I hope you didn't think my game plan was to sit here until Genesis could walk and talk. Besides the fact we have only so much food to last us, I'm not having my child grow up in the hellhole...screw that. I'll help find some parts but I won't get too much in your way."

Resting Genesis back on the bed, she adjusted the pillows to serve as a sort of barrier. She chuckled a bit. "USS, huh? God damn, they're really after your blood...no pun intended. Their's a weapons cache down the hall, you should find something for your Desert Eagle, a Remington even and a few other mentionables...the Benelli stays with me though, sorry buddy."

Blinking innocently back to Travis from curious cerulean. "Here's the deal. During the day, we split up, you go to your side of town for your part, I go to mine." Leaning over, she searched beneath the bed, pulling out several different versions of the town schematics.

Pulling out a map of the sewer system, she tilted her head. "No idea how long it took me to get this damned thing...ah, anyways. Taking ze underground routes by nightfall, we meet back beneath the hotel, etc. NEVER take the east side between 6am or 6pm. It's licker central. Unsure about the others but thats my warning to you."

Flipping the map onto the ground, Chrys crossed her legs solemnly. "Do we have ourselves a plan or I'm I gonna have to just do it regardless?"

"it's gone"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS GONE?" Billy asked her not letting his guard down for a second.

"what ever it was it was not human or k9. it seemed not to smell us."then she paused again. bildo lets go. don't ask why just move. i think I've picked up two scents. one Berina which is west of us and the other is that thing which is east."

"Yeh alright" Bildo said and with that he got up aiming his gun east, not taking any chances. He moved over to the fire that had been keeping them warm and stamped and scuffed it out.

It was dark a clear night with a bit of fog and mist. "Ok Shal where too?".

Drake sat quietly on the steps of what use to be the Racoon City Hospital. He was bald, had a slightly unkemp beard. He had changed his look with his new life.

(Flash Back)

Drake ran behind Berina and the rest of the team. For all he knew, life was over. Malcom had died, Racoon City had all but been completly destroyed, and Drake had nothing left to live for.

All of a sudden, Drake heard a scream. He stopped, letting the rest of the team run ahead. Am I going crazy , he thought. No, he thought, I know I heard it.

Drake stood still, listening intently. There it was again; a scream coming from down one of the corridors. Drake took off at a sprint down the hallway, listening to the now constant shrieking of a woman. Finally he came to the door it was coming from.

Drake shoved it open and took a cautious step in. Sure enough, there was a girl of about 23 sitting in the corner screaming, surrounded by fire, and held at bay by a infected dog. With one clean shot, Drake killed the dog, and the screaming of the girl changed to calls for help, begging him to help her get free.

Drake was about to lay the door down across the fire to help her out, whne he noticed a bloody, oozing bite on the girls neck. The wound was deep, and had obviously been there a while. It was no use. Drake would get her out, and in about 30 minutes would have a zombie to deal with.

He didn't hesitate. Drake pulled out his Desert Eagle and fired a single shot into the woman's head. It was better then letting her change and have to suffer that way, or letting her burn to death. Drake turned to leave when he felt the biulding shudder.

"Dammit!" Drake shot from the room, and ran back down the hallway. The biulding was coming down. It had been burning for to long. He had to get out. Drake had made it down two floors when the biulding shook again, this time more violently. There was no more time.

He ran for the nearest room with a window. He kicked open the door and saw the window, sealed shut with bars. Cursing, Drake ran to the next room, only to find the same thing. With an animal like roar, Drake tore through the rooms looking for an escape. Nothing.

Finally, coming to the end of the hallway, Drake found an open window. Drake was two stepped away when he felt the sturdiness under his feet give way, and gravity start to pull him to sudden death.

(TBC)

rake woke up on top of a pile of rubble. He didn’t move in fear of hurting himself more then he probably already was. He did a quick check on his limbs. Both arms were fine, he defiantly had a dislocated finger or two. His torso seemed fine besides the cuts and bruises. He left leg was fine, but his right was defiantly broken.

He sat up carefully, wincing at the pain in his back. He took a deep breathe and looked down at his leg. From the middle of his shin down was bent at a complete 90 degree angle from the rest of his leg.

Drake turned his head and swallowed the vomit that was threatening to come up. This was no time to get sick. He had to set his leg. Drake looked around for something, anything to help it into place. Finding a piece of pole and ripping his shirt to make pieces of rope to hold the pole in place, Drake got ready.

He hooked the toe of his left foot on the edge of a concrete slab and then pinned it there carefully with another. Rolling onto his stomach, Drake grabbed hold of the other edge of the slab and took a deep breath. With a heave and scream of pain, Drake heard the bone snap back into place, and he went unconscious.

When Drake woke back up, the pain that shot through his body was like none he had ever felt. His leg was about twice its normal size. Putting the pole and pieces of shirt in place, drake splinted his leg tightly in place.

Grabbing another piece of pole for a crutch, Drake stood, grimacing with the pain in his body. Slowly and carefully, Drake made his way through the rubble and down the street.

It had taken Drake 2 days to find a car that worked, and then another two to get through the city, and then another 3 to get to a town for help. He pulled in the hospital parking lot and everyone looked in horror at the mass of man, blood, sweat, and guns. He was quickly rushed to the emergency room, where they operated on his leg for hours.

Luckily, he didn’t get compartment syndrome, and the leg hadn’t fused back together, so it didn’t have to get rebroken. He spent the next 6 months recovering. He was the fastest recovering patient the doctors had ever seen, and was released sooner then any patient like himself had ever been released.

It was Drakes intense anger, hatred, and need for revenge that kept him going. He had a mission to complete, and that was to kill every God dammed zombie in Raccoon City. He had shaven his head and grown the beard because he wanted a new look. This was a new Drake, a pissed Drake.

(End Flash Back)

Drake flicked his cigarette onto the street. He checked his weapons one more time. A hunting knife, two Desert Eagles, the same two he had carried with him the first time he had traveled the city, along with the shot gun he had carried, and two new 357 Magnums that he carried on his hips; all with ammo enough for an army.

Making his way down the stairs, Drake scanned the city. “Alright b!tches, round 2 starts now.”

((wow, didn’t mean for it to be as long as it was, but I got on a role. As for Drakes new look, see it here ( http://www.moviegod.de/show_bigpic.php?type=2&img_id=103 ) sported by Matthew Maconihay in Reign of Fire.

"we need so faster way there or we might run into those things." shalimar looked at a car." you dive. west"

Bildo looked at the car. "Right yeh sure" He said moving to the drivers door, then aiming over the roof covering Shalimar as she made her move to the car. "Comon" he said scouting the area with his eyes.
It was all in his training to do this.

shalimar looked around."ok"

Bildo and Shalimar got in the car, Bildo locked all the doors with a single button. "Better to be safe than sorry" and with that he started the car with the keys which were already in the ignition of the abandoned car.

Bildo pulled away from the clearing and headed west down the road. "So what now?" He asked.

"stop"she closed her eyes. and open them. "shes around here.she must have step in some water. i can smell her any more"

"No offense, but i have my own route outta here. I have to stop at my makeshift shelter and grab a few things. Besides, i need to head too the zoo and possibly the subway station near it. The Zoo's tram and/or the subway cars should have the parts i need." Travis looked to the baby and then to Chrys. "You don't go out with the child strapped to you do you? All that gunfire could make her deaf." Not waiting for an answer Travis moved to the door. "I'll come back when i have the parts, you just keep yourselves out of harm's way." Travis said as he left the room heading back to the ladder.

"there . in there" shalimar point by a building

Bildo slammed on the breaks and the car came to a skreeeching stop......

He stopped a little way from the building that Shalimar mentioned. He looked across her to see the building.
"In there?" Billy asked her looking and scanning the building and area for life.

"Alright then we best do the right thing and do what we need to do, in my case doing my job well it was my job..." With that he open his car door and put one foot outside. Then he stood up and looked across the roof of the car, at the building is question.

((hope thats something for you too work on Shal.))

shalimar walked in the door. as they walk down the hall slowly something ran across the floor."what was that." the hall was stained in blood and the foul scent of decay was among the air . it seemed so thick. some of the lights flickered.there was only the sound of shalimars high heel boots clicking against the floor. then a rat appeared out of the hole with it ran to. th door behind them was now block from the zombies(not saying there are zombies outside) on the outside by and steel cage. the silents seemed more worst then a bad dream. shalimar turned to bildo."how can you look so ok at a time like this.

Bildo and Shalimar walked as slow as possible down the corridor. Bildo looked in every nook and cranny, he wasnt taking any chances. He had his good old 9mm beretta up in front of him, him looking down the sight all the time, his eyes scanning around from time to time.

"Me, look ok at a time like this. Comon Shal how long you known me?,...... What 6 months or so. You been through just as much as me. Ive lost my wife, son and partner, all gone. You are all i have left so we need to stick together. Ive got nothing to be scared of really and being a police officer/S.T.A.R.S member prepares you for most things. That is why i am so ok, Why arent you ok?" Bildo said and asked in a wisper as they both creeped causiously down corrider.

The clicking of Shal's boots on the ground, the buzz, humm, crackling and fizzing of the lights, the odd bang or crash as random items fell off shelfs and from the ceiling. The skutelling of rodents and insects on the walls and floors, The dripping sound of something but they both didnt know what. That was all that could be heard through out the building, other than that it was silent.

As Bildo came to a room very slowly he waved Shalimar to go on ahead slightly, a slight gust of air came out of the room into his face. It was warm, moist and smelt of decay, he turned his head to the side and held his breath for a second.

Shalimar about a room down the corridor, her boots clicking all the way. Bildo edged himself slowly into the pitch black room, one hand aiming his gun the other reaching for his flashlight. As he was going in so slowly as if he wasnt moving he stood on some glass, which sent a crack sound loudly through out the building.

When the sound echo through the building something darted across the room fast. Bildo aimed his gun in the direction he thought the thing went. He slowly pulled out his flashlight and scanned the room with the light, he saw....................

((There you go Shal hope that is ok got a bit carried away ill let you do some good work and mak up the rest of the story. Seeing as it is your turn to take the lead. Hope that it is ok sorry again.))

shalimar looked at the walls. the lights made it seem worse than it ws."bildo i'm sorry"

Bildo stood there like shined at the thing, It was stunned like a rabbit in the headlights. "Sorry about what?" Bildo asked not taking his eyes off of the creature for a minute. All the sounds still around except the footsteps of Shal.

"about your family and partener"

Bildo didnt take his eyes or aim off the repulsive creature. Then he replied "Why would you be sorry about that" He said to Shalimar. The flashlight not shaking, on the creature all the time.

"Its nothing to do with you why they are dead. You would be dead too if you didnt stay here with me. When the helicopter crashed there was nothing anybody could do. Nobody even know's why it crashed. So you dont have anything to do with it. To be honest I am glad you stayed behind with me because if you wernt here i would be mad by now." Bildo said to her with no emotion or feeling and not changing his tone at all, he was to fixated on the beast to concentrate on talking right now. Still all the things he said were true all the same.

Bildo looked at the beast as it moved one of its claw ridden hands, each claw simultainusly. Blood dripping from each razor sharp claw, Its eyes fixated on the light because it could see nothing else. Bildo's finger on the trigger just twitching to sqeeze it.

A jewl of sweat moving down Bildo's forhead, him waiting for the thing to move. A big bulbus, pussey lump on its head pulsing with its pulse. Its big scrapy tail thing swaying slightly in the corner of the room just shown by a little bit of light.

shalimar gaped bildo hand a began to walk down the hal to a door. "she's in there". she said smileing at bildo

((Ferol are you following the story at all read the post im in a starring compotition with a monster atm whats going on.))

(ooc: Sorry for the sub par post but school is catching up to me something fierce...but, better something than nothing at all, no?)

“Not unless you can find me a good babysitter it’s not like I have much of a choice...” muttered Chrys, smiling somewhat as Travis descended down the ladder. She almost laughed. She couldn't imagine how in hell she could stay out of harm's way...especially considering she planned on trying another route out of the condemned city.

“To the North...” Pocketing her hands, she yawned, walking quietly back into her room. Leaning in the doorway, she sighed watching the small child breathe contently on her bed. “My beautiful enigma…my favorite mistake,” Chrys chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Maybe it was because she still remembered how life had been when her sister had been born…maybe it was because of the numerous things she’d seen back in her petty crime days…maybe even she had been deceived by the countless primetime dramas watched in her free time or after a good…she smiled, omitting the remainder of her thoughts.

The point was…Genesis didn’t seem like a normal little girl. With blue eyes echoing her innocence and naivety, she held an avid curiosity over everything around her. The bio-hazards, the stench of rot and decay, the pitter patter of creatures in the night managed to perturb her less than the dreadful heat, she occasionally making a whine over her clothing. She rarely cried realistically, holding a strange seriousness unless otherwise provoked.

Trailing her finger over the baby’s navel, Chrys narrowed her eyes. “Strange…” It wasn’t entirely surprising once she thought about the father of her child. She shivered, eyes growing cold. “But some things are best not to be thought about.” Reluctantly lying down, Chrys cuddled Genesis closer to her, apprehensive to submit herself to sleep.

Nightmares are far crueler than any reality… She sighed yet again, heavy in her fear. Unable to control the sudden heaviness to her lids, she closed her eyes, images spiraling through her head…

(ooc: yeah, a little short but it’ll have to do. By the ways, long time no see Xornon. You made a longer beginning entry than me )

sorry

((Not a prob
do you wanna right a new one and occ that we are ignoring that one or someing. come up with somein to go with mine and really graphic.))

~i know I'm not stupid~
shalimar looked at the thing."nasty" the sound of moans and groans where did not seem to be heard.the light was just about to go out. shalimar pulled out her gun and shot the thing in the middle of its eyes."this place gives me the Willey's" as shalimar looked down a pool of blood stained her boots but it was not from the thing. then blood dripped on her black leather jacket. she slow look to nothing. there was no way the blood had came from the top floor."bildo i suggest we go now." as she looked behind her there was and dog. it seemed to be OK until it showed its half eaten flesh on it's side. once more a shot was fired into an other creature head. as shalimar sot out which door her partner was in. the light got dimer."the basement"

((lol, thanks midnite))
Drake walked through the city toating his shotgun, waiting to be confronted by something, anything. The streets looked the same as before. Cars still idled in the middle of the street where their owner had left it when they ran from teh mass of zombies. Dead bodies, half decomposed littered the street. The smell was worse thenit had been.

Before, the smell of rotting flesh had just been a small wiff of air ou got when the wind blew. Now it was the air you inhaled with each breath. You could almost feel the stench as you breathed.

Drake walked on, not phased by any of it. Being a soldier had hardened his sences. Coming to a small inn, Drake pushed open the door. He needed a place to put his supplies. He couldn't carry all of this ammo the whole time.

As soon as he walked in, Drake knew someone else had been here, resently. The stairs, from what he could see, had been completly destroyed. Zombies couldn't do that. Drake walked slowly, and practically silently through the inn.

He was about to go into the back room when he realized he was an idiot. If someones here, and its not a zombie, he thought. Then they must be human. "Hello!? Is anyone here?"

When nothing happened, Drake called again. This time, Drake heard something. It sounded like movement on the floor above him. As Drake raised his shotgun, a bullet shot rang, and the floor spintered right by his foot.

"I could have killed you, but I didn't, so take the oppurtunity that I gave you, and start talking." Drake couldn't see where the person was, but whoever it was was definatly female.

"I don't talk to ghosts. I don't start talking 'til I know who I'm talking to."

Another shot rang, and another bullet hole, closer this time, appeared in the floor. "I said talk."

"And I said not until I see you. Killing me would only be a quick way out of this shit hole."

There was another sound of movement, and a female dropped from the cieling, gun pointed directly at Drake. "There, see me? Now, talk!"

Drake recognized this lady from somewhere. After a moments thought, he placed the name with the face. She had obviously not seen a real shower in a long time, but he remembered the face. "Chrys?" She just cocked the hammer back on his pistol.

"My names Drake, Drake Holden. Remember? With Berina?"

((Hope you don't mind midnite. Had to get Drake around with someone. Left it open for you to take over.))

~sould we all meet up~

((If you want. Don't make it happen so fast though. I'm not sure what I'm gonna have Drake do, depends on what is writen. Just keep on keeping on for now.))

As Bildo and Shalimar got to the bottom of the stairs and the ground the basement Bildo watched the door, gun drawn and ready for anything that was following. After about a minute or so he put his gun back in its holster, moved to a box across the room, sat down and thought to himself, gathered his thoughts in the dark and gloom of this comforting basement.

"bildo whats wrong."then shalimar heared the sound of a foot step."get ready. somethings comeing. " she walked down the same bloody hall. down the hall was an 7 foot high zombie slowly came at her. "bildo. bildo ."she yelled run down the hall back to where he was. then her gun droped and another zombie came from the side of her. shalimar luanched her self on a high walk. runing on the walk like spider man would. "help me with this basement door.~ i'll add more later~

"Not a thing wrong" Bildo said to Shalimar as she went back up the stairs and out of the basement. Bildo heard a bit of loud comotion coming from upstairs where Shal was, her calling his name. Bildo drew his beretta not even cold from when he was holding it earlier.

He was about half way up the stairs gun drawn when Shal came down a bit and said "Help Me With This Basement Door" her voice raised a bit. Bildo quickly holstered his gun and ran at the door, him and shalimar slammed it together.

"Ill hold it you go look for a way out of here, a drain, vent anything" Bildo said to her holding the door closed, zombies banging on the door.

((work on that if ya like))

shalimar opened the window to the out side."hey place that steel bar in those two lops and come on"

((ooc: Nah, I don’t mind a bit. Though….sorries it took me so long to respond to this. Originally intended on doing a flashback of sorts but theres a time and place for everything so yeah…here’s a little something –extra super short- on my part…))

Chrys narrowed her eyes, trying to place the name with the face. Perhaps it was the dim lighting on the floor…or maybe it was the few hours of sleep she’d gotten…but she wasn’t quite sure he was Drake. The shy, trigger happy guy on the rooftop… She smiled to herself, grin hidden by the shadows.

Warily stepping closer, she looked him up and down in scrutiny. Finally, she rested her shotgun over her shoulder, shaking her head. “What did you do to your hair? The ponytail sorta look was a little sexy, ya know?” Snorting, she chuckled. “Nah…I’m just messing with you. My second visitor for the night? This must be my lucky day.”

“Second?” He blinked with a hint of confusion.

Glancing back, Chrys nodded. “Travis left less than a half hour ago. I offered for him to stay but besides being in too deep with Umbrella, he has his own safe house of sorts….though where, I do not know. He knows a way out of this hellhole but needs certain parts. I wanted to help with that but he thought it best if I stay out the way…”

“Weren’t you a soldier?” Drake raised a curious brow. “I don’t see how hard it would be for you to gather equipment,”

“Yeah…” Chrys glanced aside, blushing despite herself. “But Genesis is the main reason why he thinks I should back down,” She lowered her gaze to the floorboards. “She’s my daughter…my baby. But that’s another story, no?”

Heading to the base of the ladder, she holstered her Benelli over her back, beginning her climb. “So what, pray tell, is your story? How’ve you been the past six months…?”

Bildo saw the steel bar Shal was on about "you go out, back to street level ill finish up here" Bildo said waving one hand in the direction of the small, high up, flap like window. Then he grabbed the steel as Shal began to climb and rammed it in between the doors loop handals so that they wouldnt open, at least for a while.

When Bildo had done that he came jogging down the stairs into the dark, dank celler, with just enough time to see Shal's feet going out of the window. The Zombies started banging on the doors harder and harder, there must have been more of them now.

Bildo climbed some boxes and put his hands out of the window, he gripped an edge of something. He pulled himself up through the window and grabbed more and more edges till he was in the street light lit street with Shal.

"how? how could i not seneced them?"

((i'm on vacattion, and everyone needs that comp right now, but I'll post in a lil while))

"I dont know" Bildo said standing up and brushing himself off. The lighting of the street was poor, street lights dimmer than normal and car and buildings on fire made a little bit of light, yet the smoke dimmed the air again.

"Well we best not hang about" Bildo suggested taking a few steps forward.

a tear fell from shalimars eyes.this place hade scaered her to the point of h#ll. all she wish for was good food a nice bed and the freedom of living in safty

"Dont worry" Bildo said putting his arm round Shal and pulling her in close. "We will get out of here i promise" He said trying to reasure her.

"i hope so. how can i stop them if i can't "she stoped. her tears fell in cold wind. she looked around at the bodys in the street and cars of fire. this place was a nightmare and when she got out she was going to need some good help. "we better go"

Bildo smiled at her and then sqeezed her "Dont worry ok? as long as im around your getting out of here" Bildo said raising his eybrows, then he began to walk down the street Shal just behind him.

shalimar walked behind him." hold on. there would be more of them by the subway. right?"

Bildo stopped the smoke clearing a bit in front of him and then Shal coming up beside him. "Subway, hmmmmm there could be why?" Bildo asked Shal.

Bildo heard something down an ally, he drew his gun "Shal hold on here a sec, i'll be right back" Bildo said moving slowly to the dark ally. He got to the opening to the ally steam and smoke blocking most of his vision.

A pistol came out of the darkness to the side of Bildo's head. "Freeze!!" A womens voice said. Bildo put his hands up letting his gun dangle from his finger.

"Thats right!" The voice said, then it clicked. Bildo recognised the voice, He said "Beckz".
"How did you know thats my name?" The voice asked no change in emotion. "Only one person every called me that" She said lowering her gun. "BILDO!!" she said flinging her arms around him.

"BECKZ!!" Bildo said spinning around a bit.
"Oh my god I thought you had left or was dead" She said to him.
"Me no" Bildo said Smileing "Wheres the team?" He asked.
"I dunno we all got split up months ago" She said.
"Beckz roger died i know that, Helicopter crashed with Roxanne and Jack as well" He said lowering his head.

*Description of Rebecca (Beckz)*
Girl about 18/19 years of age
Brown hair shoulder length
Wearing S.T.A.R.S uniform
About 5'6.
Pretty Girl.
*End of description*

"Anyway come with me" Bildo said leading Beckz to Shal.
"Shal this is Beckz from my team, Beckz this is Shal Survivor" Bildo introduced them.

"hello."

"Ok now that we have got that over and done with lets continue" Bildo said, the three of them making there way down the street.

"as i was saying. if there are zombies at the subway we may not want to go that way."mmm. bildo we need to get to the headquaters of umberilall. they were not insain . i don't think they would have made way weapon with out a way of stoping it."

Bildo stopped waling the others did to. "Shal im sorry but umbrella is gone. I was there when it went up in a big fire ball" Bildo said dropping his head.

"are there and sister companies"

"Not that i know of sorry" Bildo said feeling as if he has let Shal down.
"No i dont think there are" Rebecca said just after him.

............................

~why dose he keep doing that~

"well thats just great."

((I dunno. Hey dude stop it yeh))

"Yeh great" Bildo said then quickly followed it up "Best keep moving" He said walking on down the street.

shalimar picks the cove of a newspaper. it says:the end is now.the dead walk.:
"wait they knew about the dead when they saw them. so why not kill them"

as they come to an house a line of zombies block beckz and bildo from shalimar. others trap shal in the house.the foul smell of 7 thousand years is in the air.and demons from tomb close in on her. awaiting to see her doom.they come closer. she backs up into a cd player and thriller comes on. all what can be heard is the loud music playing. on the outside the zombies come close to bildo and beckz. shalimar tries to sream but the cold hold of death freezes her. the mid-night hour creeps closer.the land is dark.it seems more are coming. shalimar closes her eyes hoping it's her imagtion.but the creatures come close in seach of blood. 12 shots are fired. she fights to stay alive but her body starts to shiver.

Bildo and Rebecca stood in a stance ready for anything. All they could see was the dead, decaying, moaning and fleshing ridden corpses closing in on Shalimar.

Bildo drew his gun and Rebecca followed then he drew his combat knife. "Cover me Becca" He shouted as he ran at the group. Rebecca covered him taking out as many as she could keeping them ocuppied.

Bildo jumped into the group stabbing the first one in the back of the head and bursting through the group, just a Shal opened fire. A stray bullet from Shal's gun hit Bildo at the bottom of his chest on the right side.

Momentum carried him to Shal and he crashed into the wall behind her. He turned around and wasted his whole mag on the group getting really close then he slumped down the wall, blood mark trail on the wall and drips on the floor.

((There you go make things more interesting))

"no. bildo." she said cuting her shirt in to a half of one putting it up agianst him

Bildo felt her press on his wound, He was in so much shock he couldnt even feel the pain. The bullet had past through him, a little blood trickled from his mouth as Rebecca ran up to them.

~come on plz don't let him die~

Travis walked slowly down the street as he came to what had once been the Apple Inn. This had been Travis' base of operations for six months, and he had gathered most of his things from the PD and his old apartment. 'I have to pass through this stretch of subway here to get to zoo. While I am there I might as well see if the subway cars have any useful components.' Travis thought to himself as he walked into his room on the second floor. He sat his gear on a table near the window and sat on a small bet a few feet from it.

Travis put his head in his hands as he tried to rub the dirt and grime from his face. The electricity for the city had been still been on thanks to the Nuclear Plant and Travis decided to have himself a shower and nap. As Travis stripped for the shower, his mind wandered to his his experiences with Rain before her death. The time they spent out at the lake were among his favorite. She had always been a tomboy around all of the military trained members of the U.S.S. and U.B.C.S., but when it was just the two of them Travis got to see Rain's romantic side. Travis stood in the shower stall with his hands on the wall as water poured all over his had and face. After he was satisfied with the shower Travis dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist. He moved to the bed and laid down. ' I'll get to the subway bright and early, but if I don't get some sleep I'm gonna crash.' Travis thought as memories of Rain bombarded him all at once. Tears began to stream down the sides of his head as he slowly descended into the realm of dreams.

Rebecca got to them, all the zombie taken out for now. Rebecca crouched next to them and wiped the blood from Bildo's mouth.

"Bildo tell us what we can do, tell us how to help you" Rebecca said making him look up to her by raising his chin. "Comon Bildo tell us" she said again.

Shal continued to apply pressure to his wound which bled hard. "Y--ou Ne--ed T--o Dr--es--s It" Bildo tried to say running short of breath "Con--tin--ue Ap--pl--ing Pre--ss-ure" He squezed out.

((He might not die))

shal took off her coat an raped it around the rag and around his body. tugging it as hard as she could

She wrapped it round his body hard. Rebecca put his arm round her shoulders. "Comon we gotta get you outta here" She said picking him up. Shal standing to help support him "More Zombies will come soon" She said walking him toward a nearby building Shal helping.

((Sorry It took ages I have been busy.))

can i join

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((ASK Kohlida))

shal picked the lock." get in" the wall were 100% better.shal found a bed with a first aid kit"oh bildo.I'm so sorry.plz don't go. your the only man i cared for"tears fowling .

Rebecca helped Bildo on to the bed where he led down. Shal and Becca opened the First Aid Kit. "Dont w..worry Im N..not planning on g..going any..were" Bildo said as Becca took the coat from round him. Shal took a morphine sachet and sprinkeld it all on the gaping wound, front and back. Then Becca got hold of some dressings and dressed the wound tight, as Shal applied pressure and turned him over, to dress the exit wound. Then as they were working he said "You c..care?".

"yes. i've cared for you as long as i can remember.that day when we found that bus"

Becca and Shal finished patching Bildo up as best they could. "Since then... What made you Care?" Bildo asked as Becca pulled the cover up over him. "Bildo I dont wanna lose you because i have lost to many people and partners, so get some rest me and Shal can handle things"

"rest .i'll tell you later"

And with that Bildo closed his eyes and rested..
He came back round about three hours later, with Shal sat by the window and Rebecca by the door....

"Your woke"

"Yeh" Bildo said groggly, looking around the room. Then he tried to sit up "OHH" he said lying back down.

"it's goan be awhile be for we just lay down"

"Ok" Bildo said lying down as it hurt to move. "What made you care Shal?" He asked her.

"mostly i don't know."

"Help! Zombies everywhere! My hand!"

~1 you must ask Kohldia and 2 if you infected why would our chars help yours.~

((Yeh m8 you need premission to start))

"Ohh Co-mon Y-ou Must Know W-W-what Made you care?" Billy said reaching his hand out to her..

shalimar grabbed his hand."i don't this to sound bad but it's not only me but my Instincts"

"Instincts?? How do they play a part?" Bildo said to her a little confused.

i guess cat dna was split with mine.

she reached over about to kiss him but pulls back

Bildo sat there looking at her....
Wondering why she stopped....
Dazzed a little.

she kisses him."Bildo i can't belive i just did that"

Bildo just looked at her more eyes dazzed and him shocked out of his mind... "How can you not believe it" He said quietly because he didnt have very much energy to do much. As he said it Rebecca looked at him more shocked than he was...

She couldnt believe what Shal had just done and what he had just said.... Was this realy the time for this? she thought to herself.

Bildo said to shal in almost a wisper "Shal come here" and when she came close he used all of his strength to get up and wrap his arms around her and repay the kiss that he just got but just bigger and longer just before he slumped back onto the bed, sitting there slumped over.

"Bildo rest." looks at beckz"what?"
looks out the window.
*thinks*
*what was that ?what was i thinking?why did i have to shoot?maybe he would be ok*

"Yeh" he said stuggling back into bed to rest.
Rebecca just came out with "Nothing", And that was it.
"You to dont fight plz thats the last thing we need" he said looking at both of them.
"Shal whats up" he asked.

"nothing"sitting down looking at the gun she shot him with

"just that when you live a nightmare
It's hard to dream"

"Yeh, enough with the fortune cookie stuff, come here." Bildo asked her.

walks over to bildo."i can't wait to get you back on your feet"

"MMMM Me neither" Bildo said reaching out and holding her hand before going to sleep. "Yeh he really needs his rest" Rebecca said moving close to sit over him with Shal.

"about how long"

"soon well be having fun."looking at bildo

"A couple of hours, days, you never know." Rebecca said as Bildo rested.

"ok. well this place seems to be ok"

"Yeh could be ok for a while... but with these creatures you never know..." Rebecca said. "Now both of us also need rest" she said leaning her head on bildo's legs and trying to sleep.

"yea."locking the door to that floor

like dudes dont u have anything better 2 do ? .... like... sleep.... have sex with a girl or whatever u like..... this bullshit its like..totally BULLSHIT.... cant u bring up with some better shit? why waste ur life playing stupid games and go to stupid forums just so u can wank ur stupid lil weeners off cuz u aint got no *****... is this right or not?.... hmmm i think im gonna be a srhink and btw .....


!f u c4n r34d thi!$ u r34lly sh0u!d g3t L4y3d

** In the Meanwhile a bigass zombie graspin' for air crawled out of the ground, He waved his arms around when he was about to reach the top and sunk right back in

"Goddamnit motherfukkin' shitground gotta mess up my evil mofo-plan"

** He went back up, this time reaching earth and starting to walk the scary earth. He looked shiny in the moonlight, this would not stop him to make him look at himself and enjoying it, he wasn't a necrophile...

"Where the **** is that biatch, I wanna bone her so hard her eyeballs pop out"

** He walked in the direction of the place Bildo and Rebecca were spending the knight. Fortunatly for the Zombie Lord, Bildo was gay, thus Bildo and Rebecca were vast asleep.

~f*ck you.you don't know shit about us. lame ass b*tch~

"Oh this is gonna be so great, dude"

** He closed in on them without even realising it, he had misplaced them in his mind, but then he saw them lying there somewhere in a house in a forest, he couldn't even see that shit, he could only sense their body-heat...

"Dude, I misplaced them in my mind, I see them lying there somewhere ina house, in a forest, I don't even see that shit, I can only sense their body-heat"

** He came closer and closer, holding a gigantic piece of wood - no one knows how he got it - He goes into the house(oh so it was a house...) and breaks down the door, and throws the piece of spikey wood straight at Bildo splitting his skull in 2, Rebecca wakes up nxt to a gay piece of corpse and screams

"AAAAAAAAAAAAh"

~you need permission to join.just who r u freaks~

feral boy...... lol when im writing this i cant stop laughing WHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
ur still awake? its like 3:30 in the night? lol? isnt this what i wrote? u nerds go and whine 2 forums and blablabla get a stiffy out of it.... really im laughing out loud "HA HA"
@ quilzo
thats bullshit bildo says to rebecca.... "rebecca.... i got to tell u something....... im pregnant of a Zombie......." "rebecca : LMAO" "bildo : u know i cant hanlde myself when im in a room with stinking old non sex having zombies... i get all warmed up....." "rebecca : but why? isnt my mister wingles big enough 2 handle for you? why why did you take the zombie instead of me..... whine whine" ( feralboy dont get a stiffy now im only starting) "bildo : its just.... that.... the zombies are really ANIMALS in bed they dont think what they do

~leave spammers~

zombie lord why are u saying all those nasty things? u know feralboy cant hanlde such a hard truth.. he was in love with rebecca... he was just getting a boner from her... and now hes whining behind his "PC with nickname "rebecca" oh why oh why.... its like in a soap feralboy its like " oh im pregnant of a zombie but plz dont kill me with ur shotgun :'( whine whine

shalimar shot both in the head.bildo lives

**** you, bildo doesn't live

bildo's dead, get over it biatch

no he dose

who the **** is shalimar? another imaginary friend of urs?

yall is sad

BILDO IS DEAD, PERIOD !!!

wait what do y'all matter.anyone can see y'all are lovers

as long as you admit Bildo is dead I don't care what you little punk-ass biatchwannaB mofo-like horndogsearching noobzorish lowlife thinks...
and as you did not answer with "no he isn't", bildo is dead... BUMMER

i anit got time for yall