Drake grinned and pulled his m14 from his back, flipping it to automatic, and emptied his clip into the group. Before half of them were dead, the other half started to shuffle their way towards Drake and Mal. Drake leveled his gun at their head level, and sweeped it across the street, blowing the "brains" out of the first line of zombies. When the firing was done, Drake smiled over at Mal. "You never specified what gun I had to use."
Raine answered his question, "I have been traveling with an old man I have know for a very long time. We traveled all over the country just sightseeing until we came here. We had a car accident and he was really hurt. I was bringing him here where he collapsed. I tried to get help, but by the time I got back he had died. I buried him and found myself here. Now...can I come with you wherever you are going?"
Skye looked at the man's stuff.
"Looks like your going to war...I could be useful you know. Give me a knife or something sharp and I can do some damage."
It was amasing the spirit in this girl, Paul wondered why she was so eager to damage. She reminded him a little of Ark, they seemed the same age and both eager for action even if it meant hitting sombies with staves and knives.
'It would be easyer for me to answer if I knew myself where I was going and who you are but you brought me back to reality. Besides what's so bad about staying here where things are peacefull?'
Malconin frowned at Drake as he fished in his back pocket. "That was down right dirty, you know." He pulled out his wallet that he didn't really have and use for and slapped it against Drake's chest.
"But, fair's fair," he grinned. "I wish I had said something about the amount of bullets we could use, then, you would have had no chance, my friend."
Malconin slapped him on the shoulder, "C'mon, let's see where the kid has gotten to, shall we?"
Together, cautiously entered the church, alert and ready for anything should they be attacked, but it seemed empty. Malconin glanced around the chapel, and, seeing no sign of Ark he called out.
"Ark, you in here kid?" When no reply came he frowned at Drake. "Well, he hasn't gone to the Hive," he pointed at the altar at the end of the chapel, "Because the hatchway is under that and it hasn't been disturbed."
"We should split up, take a look around."
"No, I can find him quicker from down there in the facility I woke in. Come on, help me with the altar."
They made their way quickly through the chapel and together, managed to heave the massive staone altar to one side, uncovering a flat grey hatch with a keycode lock. Malconin keyed in the code without hesitation and the hatch slid sideways with a hiss and a small cloud of rising vapour. They descended a short access ladder and dropped into the main hallway of the facility.
"I'll use one of the computers here to search for Ark, why don't you search the store rooms and arm yourself with whatever you can carry?"
Draked chuckled, "Yes, master," he replied mockingly and gave a comical salute. "Would you like me to shine your boots too?"
Malconin laughed. "Don't temp me."
Drake chuckled and went in search of the storeroom and Malconin worked his way to the central control room. He sat at one of the computers and booted it up, finding what he needed quickly as he had already searched their systems before he ventured out into the city.
He brought up a Heads Up Display and searched for heat signals within the church, and, when he found none, he seched the Hive.
"Sh*t!" Malconin cursed as Drake entered the room dragging two large crates behind him. "The little bugger has gane into the Hive, but I can't understand how
OOC: sorry, I accidently clicked submit reply so this is continueing from the thread above.
, he hasn't come through this way." He brought up a detailed HUD of the Hive's layout. "This is strange."
Drake leant over his shoulder. "What's up?"
Malconin pointed to six doorways. "I've never seen these before. They shouldn't be there."
"Perhaps they have been put in between when you were last in there and when you woke up?"
Malconin nodded. "You know, for a secure faciltiy, someone has sure gone to the trouble of making it as unsecure as possible. You just don't put six access doors in a secure facility."
Drake pointed to one door. "Look, that's above us and pretty close by...you think there is another door in the church? Maybe Ark went through that?"
Malconin nodded. "He did, take a look." He pointed at the door they would be using to access the Hive. "You see how it's blue? That means that it is closed and secured." He pointed to the door Drake had brought to his attention. "This one is green, meaning that it is closed and secured, but it's been accessed recently."
He frowned and pointed to two doors lower on the HUD. "These have to be, what, six stories down? The only way to access them easily would be from the subway."
"They're red," Drake pointed out. "I don't like the looks of that."
Malconin shook his head. "Neither do I...It means that not only are they unlocked, but they are wide open aswell. Anything can go in and out of there. You do realise what this means, don't you."
Drake arched a brow and cocked his head a little to one side. "That all this sh*t stated when something escaped through those doors. Or was let out," he amended.
Malconin nodded. "Let out. Think about it. Ark said they tried to cover up the second incident, and by all accounts they succeeded. But you've got to believe, that out of the hundreds of thousands of people in Racoon City, that some of them were prepared for Umbrella to fu*k up again. Umbrella knew this, knew people would be ready for something like that. So, what would be the best way for them to get the virus out into the city?"
"Take everyone by surprise," Drake said instantly.
"Right. So they let a few infected people out into the subway system. By the time those above ground know what the hell is happening, they have thousands of zombies flooding out of every subway entrance across the city."
Drake cursed. "You said yourself that Umbrella was trying to test us for some reason...now, I'm beginning to believe it."
Malconin shut down the computer. "Let's not sit around milling over this. The kid's as good as dead if we don't get down there to help him."
Drake nodded and fished in the crates. He pulled out to ammo belts capable of carrying fifteen clips eahc and tossed them to Malconin, who clipped thim over his shoulders diagnally, forming an 'x' shape across his chest.
"Think fast," Drake said and tossed another belt to Malconin, who caught it deftly. Six granades were attached to the belt.
Malconin scowled. "Trying to blow us both to hell?" He asked as he strapped the belt around his waist, above his gun belt.
Drake chuckled. "We're already in hell," he relpied as he tossed Malconin a shot gun and an ammo belt full of cartridges.
As Malconin strapped them on, he motioned with his head for Drake to follow and they made their way to storage room C. Together, they made easy work of moving the large, but mostly empty, weapons locker, revealing the hatchway beneath. Malconin had it open in seconds and they stared at a ladder leading down into a partially lit access tunnel.
Malconin grinned up at Drake, "After you."
Drake smiled. "Oh, so the ladies first rule doesn't count this time huh? I didn't think I would have to partner with an old woman." Drake knocked Mal's arm jokingly and headed down the ladder. It was show time. He shifted the shot gun that was strapped to his back so he could make it down easier. Along with the shot gun, he had two more 9mm, one on each hip; a grenade belt like Malconin's, a shot gun ammo belt across his chest, and another belt carried ammo for his m14. He might be going to is death, but there was no way in hell he was going without a fight.
Drake hit the floor and spun on his heels quickly, shot gun aimed at a normal mans head level. "All clear Ma'am," Drake said with a chuckle.
Raine grinned a little, "When you grow up training in the martial arts and gynastics it isn't easy to stay in one place where everything is normal and calm. I need to be in the action. Oh yeah...are you trying to find the people that left here? I heard one of them speaking of something called the Hive. Does that help anything?"
Malconin dropped next to Drake, loaded his shotgun with cartridges and pumped one into the chamber. "We'll see who the woman is when it comes to the crunch, Mr. I need three shots to hit one zombie in the head."
Malconin chuckled and began moving forward before Drake could react. "Onward and up," he said and flicked down the goggles still on his head. He switched them over from night vision to infra red and picked up his pace.
"Sh!" Jade hissed. "Do you hear that?" she asked. It sounded faint, but slow and dull footsteps were echoing dimly throughout the dark corridors. More seemed to follow. "It's getting closer...." she whispered.
OOC: Can someone please tell me what's being going on? I don't have much time to post in this RPG because of our time difference, when you guys are on here I'm probably at school or in bed.
*Drip Drip Drip* Malconin paused. *Drip Drip Drip* Malconin flipped up his goggles and inched forward along the corridor. When he came to a corner he pressed him self up against the wall, looked at Drake, nodded once and swung around it, shot gun ready. The scene made him hesitate.
Another hallway stretched out before him, but the roof was up one level higher and the hall way was bordered by walkways that ran along both sides, hand rails protected people from falling. The dripping noise came from blood, dripping from a body half hanging over the rail and into a pool of crison growing on the floor. Several more bodies littered the hallway and walkways, and blood was splattered and smeared over much of the wall and floor.
Malconin was puzzled. There was no stench and the blood still looked wet, as if the carnage happened only moments before they arrived on the scene.
"What the hell...?" He turned to Drake, who, for the first time since Malconin had met the man, looked genuinely worried. "How could we not have heard this?"
Ark was walking through the labs, trying to find the anti-virus, searching and searching, the rooms didnt seem to end, the pain felt worse, he didnt knwo how much time he had left,
There was a locked door, it had to be in here, Ark got out his sickle and slashed the controll panel, and the door open, "hmmm that seemed a little too easy" Ark thought to himself, but still he walked in, and on a desk was a silver breifcase, he opened it, and there it was, a blue liquid spiral, but the only way to get it inot Ark was to inject it with the needle attachment, sounds easy enough, but for Ark needles was some thing he hated, but it had to be done, Ark got a bandage and tied it aroung his arm, and clenched his fist, he could now see the vein in his arm, Ark took out the anti-virus and held it to his arm, "its now or never" he said quietly,
Ark stopped, he heard clapping in the background, he turned around to see a woman, "your brave" she said, "comming into the hive all alone, and willing to inject your self with the T-virus" hse smiled,
"i thought this was the anti-virus" Ark replied, "you look familiar, who are you?"
The woman came closer, "i'm Alice" she said, "nice to meet you Noah" Alice held out her hand,
"how did you know my name?" Ark asked, he stood up.
"trust me, you will find out soon" Alice said, "Umbrella was waiting for you to come down here"
Ark looked abit shocked, "was it them who opened the door to the hive for me?" Ark asked,
"yes" Alice replied, "now come with me, we will get your fellow survivors later" Alica came closer, about one foot away from Ark
"i-i-i cant, i need the anti-virus" Ark said stepping back,
"Noah, please dont make this harder for you" Alice said,
"im sorry, but im not going with you!" Ark said, he picked up a chair and threw it at Alice, as Alice dodged it Ark ran out of the lab, and down the corrirdoor, a door closed infront of him, and he was trapped in a room with alice, "you shouldn't have ran" Alice said comming closer,
Ark got out his sickle and went to slash Alice, but with little ease she grabbed the metal sickle and snapped it, Ark got his two daggars, and started using some moves on Alice, she was dodging them, but got cut twice, Alice kicked Ark in the chest, and he flew into a wall, and his daggars flew away from him, Alice walked up to Ark, and went to pick him up, but Ark tripped her up,
Ark got up and ran to the other side of the room, Alice got up "you better not let me down" she said, getting in a fighting position, she ran towards Ark, and Ark ran towards her, as she went to punch, ark bent down, and kicked her in the face, Alice didnt flich, she pick Ark up by the leg, and threw him into the wall, Ark got up, and ran towards Alice, a flurry of swift punches flew at Alice, Alice blocking every one like it was a fly.
*CHSHHH* he is Pretty good, but doesnt have the strength *CHSHHH*
*CHSHHH* strength is can be granted easily, it will be fasinating how the virus will grow in such a young body *CHSHHH*
Alice grabbed Ark's arms and twisted them, he was in a postition were he couldnt move, then Alice headbutted Ark, he fell to the ground unconsious, "I've got him" Alice said,
*CHSHHH* good, lets prepare project 'Ark' *CHSHHH*
Alice picked up Ark and left the room, but she left a photo on the floor, it was a picture of Ark unconsious and it had writting on the back, it said "Malconin, looks like you didnt keep your promise of protection, love Alice, xoxoxo"
Drake shrugged, his grip on the shot gun tightened and his shoulders seemed to stiffen. Malconin's did the same. They walked carefully across the blood slicked floor, careful not to slip in case something decided to take advantage of the situation, and hyper alert, their 'soldier senses' kicking in.
At the end of the hall a stairwell led up one floor and they quickly ascended them. Nothing tried to bar their progress and that worried Malconin more than a pack of flesh hungry zombies or those frighteningly fast wall crawling besties would have. Malconin shuddered at the memory of that creature.
He followed the sign that pointed them towards the Umbrella labs and once there, followed Ark's trail. It wasn't hard to do, between his and Drake's highly trained eyes, they followed the path Ark's search took him. Eventually they came to a door. It seemed locked and the keypad had been slashed. Malconin didn't have to be a rocket scientist to know what had slashed it.
As they approached the door, it slid open by itself with a hiss. Malconin hated the ominous feeling that action brought with it...it screamed TRAP!!!!!! But, they had no choice. They went inside. Drake immediately pointed out the two daggars and the snapped sickle lying on the labs floor, but Malconin was more interested in the empty canister in front of him. He picked it up, his hightened vision noticing the slight trace of blue liquid still remaining in the tube.
"The T-Virus," he whispered.
"Mal? I think you should take a look at this..."
Malconin went over to Drake, who was squatting in the middle of the floor. The ex-SEAL looked up as Malconin approached and then stood, handing Malconin a peice of paper.
But it wasn't a piece of paper, Malconin realised, it was a photo. A photo of an unconcious Ark. He flipped it over. There was a message on the back.
He read aloud, 'Malconin, looks like you didnt keep your promise of protection, love Alice, xoxoxo'.
"Alice..." Malconin breathed as he ran a finger over the picture of the unconcious Ark, almost tenderly, as if the touch would hurt the kid.
"Alice?" Drake said. "You mean THE Alice?"
Malconin nodded.
Drake cursed. "Okay, now this is some seriously Fu*ked up shit right here."
Drake stood up and looked at Mal. "Your call partner. I'm ready to find her and blow the sh!t outa her. But then again, if she is THE Alice, thats not gonna be as easy as its said." Drake narrowed his eyes, scanning the room in front of him. The kid should have listened to Mal. If they had been with him, they could have helped. Or could they? "This is some deep sh!t we've crawled in man. And I want to blow it all to hell."
((this is a contiuation of the post above, i had to go to school and had to cut it short.))
Drake wanted to walk into the room and look around, but the shattered sickle and daggers laid ominously on the floor, showing clear sign that the kid had walked into a trap. "We shouldn't stay here, whatever we do. They were obviously waiting for Ark. They must be watching us some how. They must have cameras, or maybe infarred scanners on each level." Drake rubbed the back of his neck, slightly agitated. "I say we blow this nest of f*ckers to hell."
Mal sat on the edge of a nearby metallic table and sighed at the picture of Ark. He had heard what Drake had said but found himself unable to say anything for a time. He hated himself right at this moment. He had failed his promise to the kid and he wanted to nothing more than put the shotgun in his mouth and pull the trigger. But no, that was the easy way out. Hell, he didnt even know why he felt the need to act the father figure to the Kid.
He thought angrily to himself that Ark shouldn't have ran off alone...but those thoughts feld just a quickly as they came. He didn't blame Ark for wanting to get to the anti-virus before he turned into one of those flesh eating sons of bi*ches. Malconin touched Arks face in the photo willing it to give him some clue as to the boys where about...nothing came.
He removed the goggles from his head and ran a hand through his hair. Vaguely, he noticed the side of the goggles were cracked, and realised they must have been hit during the crash. He didnt care.
Malconin felt a hand fall on his shoulder and he turned hi head to look into Drake's eyes.
"We'll find the kid," Drake assured him and after a slight hesitation, he smiled and added, "As long as he doesn't have that fu*king camera with him."
Despite himself, Malconin found himself chuckling weakly. He found himself wondering how he survived the tough times without Drake by his side to stop him from losing it completely. He was already beginning to think of the man as a brother.
"I doubt the kid is even here anymore, Drake. So let's do what you suggested, and blow this place to hell from the inside out."
OOC: lol XornonJay, I like how your willing to "find her and blow the sh!t outa her" (your wife) with no hesitation, no trial and no questions asked. (she is your wife right, I was to lazy to double check?)
'That helps plenty...But why would they go to the Hive, it's dead in there?'
Paul struggled to think what made them go to the hive but he could think of nothing except maybe they were trying to get killed. Paul looked in his pack, he had some food in case this was an over night ordeal, night vision goggles, two mega light flashlights a heap of ammunition and a dozen grenades. He had a feeling he wasn't going to need anything els and another feeling even stronger that somehow all this had to do with Ark. He was sorry he hadn't listened to Arks conversation with Malconin, that would have probably answered most of his questions.
Paul strapped a high power shotgun with multi fire on his back, it looked good, worked good and was by far his favorite weapon especially to blow off somethings head.
'Like I said, I think it would be best if you stayed here but if your anything like Ark then you'll come anyway. So at least take a weapon that'll do some use against these dam zombies.' Paul pointed to the weapon rack near the wall of the tent. While the girl was examining the weapons Paul grabbed a couple extra canned meat and threw them in his bag, if there was company they'd be glad for food when it came and he wouldn't be surprised if he was the only one who thought of bringing food.
'I know how to get to the Hive but the getting in should be a problem', Paul said aloud more to himself than to...'What's your name?', he asked as he strapped his bag on his back. The question no sooner came out of his mouth when he heard someone saying his name, 'Paul, the guy with the tattoos? Yeah. Oh he's in the tent back there.'
A moment passed, Paul turned to the entrance of the tent, Sam, one of the communications specialist's entered. 'Paul it's urgent, I just got a report of high activity all around the Hive, It's been opened and things are creeping out, not just zombies, they said they saw a pack of creatures...Big creatures, I was cut off but the situation sounds bad. Someone reported seeing Drake and some other guy entering the church..', His voice trailed off and his gaze turned towards the girl who was listening to every word. 'She's ok, she's with me', Paul said eager to hear what els Sam had to say. Sam hesitated for a moment and then continued, 'Well anyway they saw them entering about an hour ago, that's when all hell broke loose around the Hive, you get the picture?', Sam's hands were shaking, he was obviously worried, he noticed Paul looking and shoved them into his pockets.
'You're not suggesting they're causing all this?', Paul said a bit irritated.
'Well no but...well not intensionally but...I don't know Paul but they're in there and if it's anything like out of the Hive in there then they'll be dead..', Paul was getting annoyed, Sam was hinting foul play and was pointing at his team member and he seemed bothered.
'What are you not telling me?', Paul asked firmly.
'Well nothing but...', he hesitated, 'well we lost team 62 and it looks bad Paul, they're giving it 24 hours and then we're packing up camp, they're not willing to sacrifice any more lives.' Sam turned to walk out of the tent just as he got to the entrance Paul called out, 'Speak for yourself', he said coldly and turned to his locker. Sam was going to say something but just clenched his fists and walked out.
Paul grabbed his two berretas and holstered them taking out eight ammo clips and attaching them to his belt, four in the front and four in the back. He fastened the laces on his black boots, got out his black team 66 jacket and put it on stuffing a pressure grenade in each pocket. News of his friends was less comforting then he thought, he was shaking with a mixture of anger and anticipation, he wanted to get there as fast as possible and offer whatever help he could. He knew they were alive, he didn't know why but he was sure of it.
He looked back at the girl who hadn't spoken yet since Sam had come, 'You heard what the man said, if You're still coming than get ready, I'll be back in a few minutes, I'm going to get us some wheels.', with that Paul exited the room leaving the girl, whom he forgot to ask her name after Sam's interruption, to decide if she wanted to come and to get ready. The men outside the tent were staring at Paul while he crossed the yard, they had obviously heard the conversation, a tent wasn't very good cover for a conversation and they had been talking with raised voices. 'we're not leaving yet and not leaving at all if I have a say in the matter!', Paul shouted out angrily. Everyone turned back to their own business half willingly. Paul's search tuned up a truck with three flats and a dirt bike, without much of a choice he dragged the bike back to the tent and tried to start it. After a minute the man he spoke to about the tent approached, 'I reckon there's no gas, maybe this'll help' He held out a gas tank. 'Thanks', Paul took the tank and sure enough the bikes tank was empty, while he filled it the man asked, 'What do they reckon they'll accomplish by leaving us all hear to rot? I told them I did, "I'm not leaving as long as there's people who need helpin" and I'm sure as hell not gona leave now that it sounds like they'll need more help than ever', he nodded agreeing with himself.
'You're a good man..erm..', Paul struggled to remember if he had been told his name.
The man noticing his struggle cut in, 'oh I haven't even introduced myself, Darven Billbuck, former Marines trooper, born and raised in Indiana.', He said proudly.
'Paul Bakster', Paul said offering his hand.
Darven wiped some grease onto his pants, took Paul's hand and shook it hard. 'I gota be off to find some tools to finish that darn tent, if...When you get back you can count on a warm welcoming even if it's only me', Darven tuned and disappeared around the tent.
Paul kicked down the ignition and the bike came to life, he drove a few feet to the entrance of the tent.
'You coming?', he asked the girl, not quite sure why he was encouraging her to come.
OOC: sory if it's a bit long.
oh and if Raine doesn't get here I'll go on either without her or with her I havn't decided yet but I'm pretty sure she'd want me to take her. P.S. I think it could be interesting if Raine and Ark knew eachother.