Even though Malconin knew a single granade wouldn't damage the Hive, he was surprised when the entire structure seemed to shudder. Drake looked at him almost nervously and Malconin knew he looked the same to Drake.
"Well, you almost killed us," Drake smiled suddenly. "At least we know this heap of crap will crumble easy enough."
Malconin rolled his eyes and chuckled as they descended the stairs and made their way carefully across the blood slicked floor, through the smocking reamains of the flesh barricade. Two more flights to go and it'd be fireworks time. Malconin just dreaded what may be waiting for them ahead.
As Bildo wa climbing down the pipe towards the steps he looked up and the 2 remaining zombies were half hangin out the window tryin to reach him. He scrambled dont quickly. got near the floor and jumped, as he hit the floor he whipped out his beretta and aimed in all directions. Then quickly put it bac in its holster on his leg. He graped his radio *the one that is turned on* and called (chhssssh) "Hello anybody there (chhssssh) "I repeat ANYBODY THERE" and waited for a reply.
Bildo said "Screw it" and clipped the radio bac in its place. Then he took the bag off his bac because he almost forgot about Towza, he put the bag on the floor and unziped it, out jumped the cat. "All rite then run free go get out of this fu*ked town till i know wots going on" Bildo said knowing full well that it didnt understand a word he was saying, but he said it anyway it was comforting having someone/something to talk to. *the cat just kept circling and figure of 8 ing his legs with the odd look into his eyes with a meow or two. at the bottom of the stairs and across the court yard on the abandoned police there was a *BANG* and Bildo spun round instantly. And there it was a massive growling Alsation Dog. Towza took one look at it and bolted ova the compound wall. When Bildo grabbed his Beretta it ran at him Bildo took a quick aim and Fired 2 rounds, There was no sound till *THUD* and a sliding sound Bildo looked up and it was dead he got it. So he didnt w8 just ran down the steps across the court yard and slide ova the police car Bonnet/hood.
Drake let Mal take point. He knew where he was going better then Drake did. Drake had a pretty good image of the blue prints in his head, but not that good. It seemed like a straight shot though. And it was good to keep alternated the ammo use. As they neared the next flight of stairs, they noticed a large number of zombies walking down the hall towards them. Mal and Drake both slid to a halt on the steel floor and looked at the group of about 2 dozen. Drake spotted a door to their left and another down the hall by the stairs. He kicked in the door and walked in with Mal behind him. He shut and locked the door just as he heard the zombies feet shuffled near them. Sure enough, the lab ran the length of the hall, and the other door led out right by the stairs. But along with the perfect escape came a group of 15 zombies and a crawler. "Oh shit," mumbled Drake. "Sorry brother, seems like I got us into some deep crap this time." Just as Drake was about to pull his gun up to shoot the crawler first, it leaped at him. It knock him across the room and into a glass tube filled with water. Drake was about to stand up when a metal table came crashing down on him, pushing his face into the water remaining in the tube. He heard the report of a shotgun, and when the crawler didn't eat him, assumed the thing had died. He went to push himself up, and realized he couldn't. The table was to heavy. For the first time in years, Drake paniced. Mal was busy fighting zombies, and he had no way of getting his attention.
Normally, Drake could hold his breathe for a long time, but he hadn't gotten enough air. In one last effort, he tried to get out from under the crushing weight of the table. No use. Drake finally let go. He relaxed and closed his eyes. 'here i come sweethear," he thought to himself, and took in a deep breathe of water, and all went black. Drake drowned.
OOC: I'm gonna start this post from when they saw the trouble just after they entered the lab, so I can portray Mal's side of things.
"Oh Shit."
Malconin stood frozen at the sight of the zombies and their wall crawling freind, his blood turned cold. Trapped! His mind screamed. This whole fu*king place was a death trap.
"Sorry brother, seems like I got us into some deep crap this time."
Drakes words snapped him back to reality quickly, but not quick enough. He saw, as if in slow motion, Drake pull his gun up for a shot, but too late, as a flash of red smashed into him, sending him flying across the room into a massive glass tube still filled with water. The water that went flying seemed to aggrivate the beast more so and it went berserk, sending a large metal table flipping onto Drake, trapping him.
That finally snapped Malconin into to action. "No! Mother fu*ker!" His perfect shooting record served him well, for the wall crawler fell dead under the very first blast fom his shot gun. Not even its speed could save the beast from Malconin's wrath. And wrath it was. Wrath so white hot his blood literally boiled. His skin crawled and roiled, but this time there was no pain, this time, there was a feeling of invincibilty.
There were still zombies to worry about, but Malconin knew how to take care of them. The metal table would protect Drake, he knew as he pulled a granade from his belt and pulled the pin. And he was made of steel, or so it seemed.
He rolled the granade across the floor. The explosion ripped through the lab, and Malconin was forced to sheild his eyes from the blast. The heat buffeted him and flames licked around his body, his clothes caught on fire and his hair was stripped of his head almost instantly. But he himself, survived unscathed.
He ripped off his flaming clothes as he ran and heaved the table off of Drake. He Dragged the soldier into the middle of the room and checked his breathing and pulse. There were none. Drake was dead.
"Oh no you fu*king don't!" Malconin shouted as he prepared the man for CPR. "You are not dying on my watch, Drake Luis Holden!"
He tilted Drakes head back and puffed a few mouthfuls of air into him, then began pumping on his chest. "One, two, three four, five..." he counted away as he pushed, then breathed more air into the man. Malconin was beginnning to panick...he needed to think of a way to encourage the man to come back, anything at all.
As he continued to pump on his chest, he began yelling things to encourage and rile the man, "Come on Drake, call yourself a fu*king soldier? Are you going to let water do to you what a million fu*king zombies couldn't? You're a pussy! A sorry fu*king excuse for a soldier!"
He breathed into Drake long and hard and the man lurched up from the floor violently, a torrent of water and puke streaming from his mouth. Malconin ripped him up off the ground none too gently and bent him over, slapping him on the back between the shoulder blades as Drake struggled to heave in breaths.
"Breathe, arse hole, breathe," Malconin encouraged, his fear and anger slowly melting away. Vaguely, he thought of what the scene must look like; a naked and half singed man giving mouth to mouth to a drowned rat of a soldier in a totalled lab, and he shook his head and smiled.
He leant in close to Drake and whispered in his ear. "Your wife will have to wait. I told you no one dies on my watch."
Drake gasps for air and looked around the room, trying to figure out where he was. "Your wife will have to wait. I told you no one dies on my watch," he heard Mal say. He looked over at his friend, who was currently naked and hairless. Through gasping breathes Drake finally spoke.
"I'm not even gonna ask. Please tell me you didn't do mouth to mouth." When his friend just smiled, Drake shook his head. "Well, now that I've been vialated..." He turned and looked at the remains of the room. Zombie parts lay everywhere. "You bastard. You didn't save one of them for me," Drake said jokingly, then straightened himself and looked over at Mal. "Well Super Man, I don't know how the hell you did it, and I don't know why you saved me, but I'm grateful, and I'll pay you back, I swear to you." He paused and went from completly serious to a hint of joking again. "And I will kill more of the buggers then you, just b/c I died doesn't change that." He walked over to the remains of the crawler and pulled his Desert Eagle from its holster, and blew a hole in what remained of its head. He bent down and ripped one of the claws out. "Not this time you little f*ck."
Malconin shook his head. He marvelled at the way the Drake could act as if he hadn't just been dancing with death around the hooded one's camp fire. He'd already started cracking jokes.
He thought about the seriousness in Drake's vow to repay him, and then the swith back to the joker. It was as if someone flicked a switch and with it his personality. Malconin couldn't help wondering if the joker in Drake was a cover, a wall that hid his inner pain.
He watched Drake pocket the claw and shook the thoughts away. It didn't matter anyway. What mattered was that he was alive. They had a job to do.
"Come on, we have wasted enough time down here. Let's blow this place and get it over and done with."
Drake shook his head. "Wiat a second. I am a man, and i am secure in my sexuality, but i refuse to go walking around this place with you naked." Drake walked over to the cabinets and shifted through some clothes. "I used to work on base, and all the scientists had extra clothes in the lab, because most of them lived in the lab during the week." He threw a pair of civilian pants at him that looked his size. "Not that I mind looking at your ass or anything," Drake said with a chuckle.
Malconin chuckled as he slipped into the pants. Drake began searching for a shirt, but Malconin waved him away. "The pants will be fine, I dont feel right wearing a shirt without Umbrella armour...call me a weirdo, I just don't like it."
Malconin pumped a cartridge into the chamber of his shot gun. "Let's go."
Drake nodded and they walked towards the far door. As they made their way down the stairs, Drake couldn't help but marvel at Mal. No one but his wife would have done what he just did. Mal may have been Super Man, but even Super Man had kryptonite. And when Mal was in his time of weakness, Drake would be there. He would be there as a friend....as a brother.
OOC: Awww, how sweet bro...lmao
They reached the bottom floor untroubled by zombies or wall crawlers or anything else of a generally nasty nature and Malconin guessed that whoever had set the traps had been bargaining on them dying in the lab. A strong breeze blew through the corridor they now walked down, coming through the set of large doors that lay open, revealing the darkness of the subway maintainance system beyond.
They hurried past the opening, alert and with guns ready, and entered a door that led them towards the centre of the complex. It didn't take long to find what they were looking for, as they came upon a massive glass octagonal shaped column that disappeared up into the roof. It was lit up like a christmas tree with nemurous lights and readings...
"I think all the granades should do the job...but, we're going to need time to escape. How do you suggest we do this?"
(( lol, what can i say, Drake is a sweet dude. By the way: "....whoever had set the traps had been bargaining on them dying in the lab." I only found it funny b/c Drake did die. lol, sry, must be a me thing))
Drake rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I don't know. The grenade will take what, 4 seconds to blow, and then the others will follow. So, we could try out luck running through the facility again, or we can run down the subway track, and hope to God that our night vision stays active, and no large amounts of Crawlers are down there."
"You have done well to make it to this point... but now you shall perish." Spoke an echoy, bone-chilling voice and a floating figure appeared. He had tan skin and a cape with strange markings on it. He had armour encrested with jewels. His forehead rested a glowing marking (OOC-For all who have played the Legend of Zelda games its the Triforce.) and had a strange trident in his hand. His eyes were glowing blood red and he had a horrible, evil sneer on his face.