"Yeah.....she was my wife,"he answered sadly. For a brief instant, Drake had hoped maybe....just maybe, that Umbrella had taken his wife, like Mal had been taken. Amber had been a martial arts freak, but then again, what were the odds. "Well, thats odd. Now I'm glad i came. I need to find out what the back stabbing sons of b!tches from Umbrella want with me." Drake pulled one of his Desert Eagles out and shot two zombies that were walking through an alley way. They didn't need any followers.
Malconin answered," I've been thinking as to why they seem to have selected us. I'm wodering if they are testing our survival traits. I mean, I understand why they would test myself and Berina...we are, after all, their sick little experiments. I just can't work out why they would test someone that is...normal, for lack of a better word."
Molconin blew the brains out of a zombie emerging from an alley, before he answered, "It is a likely explanation. It seems to me the bastards are trying to play god...create some race of super beings or something...like some sh*t out of a comic book or something. I wonder, if they purposely used the T-Virus to turn these people into zombies of if they just fu*ked up."
Malconin blew away another zombie that almost grabbed him from the shadows of an alley. "Whatever they are up to, we can't let them get away with it."
"I agree." Drake was officially pissed off. He doubted that Umbrella did it on purpose, but the fact that a corroration of their size would screw up like this made him wonder what else they would do. Drake took his other Desert Eagle out and fired into a group of about five zombies, killing them all with head shots. "I can tell you one thing, screw up or not, these buggers smell!"
Malconin surprised himself by laughing throatilly. "You are something, Drake. You bring light even into this shit hole. I would have loved to fight alongside you way back when...I could have used a man like you on my security team."
Malconin was looking at Drake as he talked, but still he shot at a zombie ambling down the middle of the street and still, he managed a precise head shot.
*im new to this, Hi all*
As Decomposition places the precise head shot to the lone Zombie in the street Bildo RPD S.T.A.R.S came crashing through the door of one of the appartment buildings, flying down the steps and sliding on his black leather stars jacket backwards. ( Bildo 6ft 3. blond semi long curly hair a little built from the days of gym work Wearing his black leather stars jacket and black leather trousers and big black boots.) As he is sliding backwards he grabs his beretta 9mm and just as he stop sliding a Zombie comes flying down the steps after him. Bildo places a few rounds in him. two in the chest and one in the head. and the lifeless and bloody batterd body comes crashing to the ground next to him.
"hey you two wait up" bildo comes spriting over to them. "i thought i heard shooting when i was upstairs so i made ma way down and got attacked as you just saw" bildo panting. " Bildo Paul Ritson nice to meet you. and you are".
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Resident Evil: The time is now
S.T.A.R.S Fox team medic.
Seperated from team.
Bildo Paul Ritson.
OOC: Hey Bildo, glad you're new, cause I'll go easy on you here. I'm sure you are welcome to join this thread, but, you'll have to get the permission of Kohldia first. Just send her a private message and ask and I'm sure she'll let you join. If she gives you the nod, then go write your character's bio in the Resident Evil: The Time is Now biographies thread. Then come play with us...we really are nice, once you get to know us...lol...anyway, hope you get this sorted cause it shall be fun having another person to kick zombie arse with.
Paul woke up suddenly by a loud noise outside the tent, he looked at his watch, '3:45am dam.' This could well be the most sleep he's gotten since as far back as he can remember or at least since he's gotten to this damned city. His memory didn't seem to go far back beyond the point of arriving to this city, It seemed to him like he's always been here although he knew it's only been...how long...two...three months.
Paul looked aside and saw Berina lying with here eyes open staring into the empty space between her and the thick tent ceiling. After his parting from them to go to sleep earlier, he didn't feel much like arousing her temper. He didn't mean to joke about her meeting her husband after so long but he didn't realise he had till after the words came out of his mouth.
Paul sat up slowly rubbing his eyes, morning wasn't exactly his time of day. He got up and walked out of the tent, 'what's all the racket about?', he asked the group of people who were standing close together talking about something he couldn't make out this early in the morning.
'Oh sorry sir, we were just trying to assemble this...', he pointed to a pile of poles and a tent lying on top. 'More people have come there's not enough beds for them all.'
'There's still a couple hours till I'm do on duet, I'll help you guys put this together', Paul offered.
'There's no use, a two men and a kid took our car last night and all the tools with it, it's no use trying to put it together with your bare hands. What do they expect us to do without our tools?' the man said frustrated.
Paul took no notice of the man's frustration, all his group from last night were gone and he was willing to bet his right arm that if he found the missing car he'd find them. 'Did you happen to see where they head out to?', Paul asked, ignoring the man's continues talk about how things weren't right.
'erm...The car?', the man asked scratching his head, Paul nodded.
'Well I reckon I saw them going that way', he pointed to the north. 'But they wer-', he stopped abruptly, Paul had walked away and back into the tent to get some gear ready, he was going after them.
OOC: Sorry for not posting...things got busy. I will try and do better.
BIC:
After being left by the only one to answer the door, Raine had gone back to her trainer. He was now on the ground, dead. Raine had dug a hole and buried him. She wandered for a while before stumbling on a camp ground. She noticed one tent with someone moving in it. She walked to it and opened the front flap. She saw a man packing things. "Hey...what are you doing? and where are you going?"
OOC: Just ignore Bildo's post, he's going to write a new one if kohldia gives him the go ahead to join us.
Malconin cursed. They had finally reached the church, and without a great deal of trouble from the undead. But, now that the building was in sight, a pack of some thirty zombies blocked their path.
"100 bucks says Ark is in there already and attracting this hoard of arse holes," Malconin said to Drake with a raised eyebrow.
Ark walked down to the basement of the church, (i cant rememebr how to get to the hive, so lets pretend he is at the door) Ark saw the door to the hive, he knew that is was the door, because of the security camera next to it, and the door was metal, Ark walked up to the door, and went next to it, to put in some random codes trying to get accses, before Ark pressed enter on the first code, the door opened up.
Ark didnt care if it was a trap, he walked in and the doors closed behind him, then they locked. Ark kept on walking, it was quiet, all he could here was the echo of his footsteps, Ark got to a fork in the path, and looked up, there was sign it said that the Lab was to the left, the Cafe was straight a head, and the Offices were to the right, Ark went left
Originally posted by Skye_Raine
After being left by the only one to answer the door, Raine had gone back to her trainer. He was now on the ground, dead. Raine had dug a hole and buried him. She wandered for a while before stumbling on a camp ground. She noticed one tent with someone moving in it. She walked to it and opened the front flap. She saw a man packing things. "Hey...what are you doing? and where are you going?"
Paul looked up at the girl, she looked like she'd been through hell and came back to tell the tail. The question caught him by surprise, he didn't know where they went and he didn't know where he was planning on going, falling asleep last night made him loose track of things.
'Well I'm packing gear to set out into the city but now that you mention it, I don't know where I'd be going if I was trying to find them.'
Paul let go of his bag and looked up at the girl, she didn't look like the type that would survive this ordeal but here she was alive and breathing.
Paul looked over to Berina, she looked asleep as far as he could tell.
'and what's your story, how'd you get here?'
"I'm not taking that bet," Drake grinned and they both reloaded. "One hundred bucks says I can blow more of these bastards away than you, though."
Malconin snorted. "You've just lost yourself one hundred bucks, my friend," he replied and immediately began emptying his Desert Eagles into the pack of zombies.