OOC: lol...dude, first of all this is a Resident Evil RPG...not bloody Zelda...and secondly, you need the permission of Kohldia (the thread starter)...or me (The person she left in charge when she cant get on often) before you join...and I'm not not inclined to let you join if you are going to be Gannondorf...no cross overs here buddy, sorry...I'm sure Kohldia will agree.
Malconin smiled and began tearing the shirt into thins strips.
"Ah," Drake said in comprehension. "You, think it'll work."
Malconin smiled as he began tying the strips together to make a longish cord. "Only one way to find out, isn't there? Now, if we only had something to stick the granades to the glass."
Malconin shook his head in disbelief. "Like THAT happens in real life," he chuckled as he taped first his, then Drakes granades to the glass with the ends of the pins facing him. He tied his makeshift cord through one of the pins and unraveled it as they backed out of the room and as far down the corridor as the length would allow them.
Malconin handed Drake the cord. "Care to do the honours? Yank it and we'll run like hell."
Drake bowed sarcastically and took the thread. "Well Hive, its been good knowing you, you were a wonderful building. I'm sure if we had met under different circumstances, we would have gotten along better, but hey, life isn't good all the time." He glaced at Mal and saw him shaking his head. Drake smiled and continued. "All of this to say; Up yours mother f*cker!" Drake pulled the string and bolted, with Mal right beside him, at first. Before Drake knew what happened, Mal was a good 10 to 15 strides ahead of him. Umbrella had really messed with the man. So far, it was nothing but a good thing though.
Malconin could see Drake falling behind and he paused only long enough to grab the mans arm and pull him after him.
Several explosions rocked the facility and Malconin struggled to keep them both erect. He glanced back to see the Hive beginning to cave in on itself and more distant explosions sounded from higher up. Malconin was worried, he picked up the pace, dragging Drake uncerimoniously behind him.
Drake was totally caught off guard by the stregth of his friend. Finally his feet caught up with the rest of him, and Drake was able to keep a steady pace that was somewhat close to Mal's. He didn't bother looking back, he knew what was happening, and he didn't need any more encouragment to run faster. As they both ran, they saw a light down the tunnel. "It must be the next platform," Drake shouting through gasps of air. He was sprinting to keep up with Mal. Finally, the shaking in the ground was just a low rumble, and they were out of immediate danger. They stopped at the platform and Drake hunched over, taking deep breathes. "Jesus man, when you want to move, you move."
(OCC: Yeh Ganandorf you have to get permission to join like i did.
you cant just post wenever you feel like it.)
Bildo landed on the otherside of the car and looked around. He took a minute he was devistated all he saw was carnage. He saw cars tipped over cars, dead bodys, rubble and sh1t everywere.
(OCC: sorry peeps gotta go to school ill finish this post l8r.)
Drake stood up straight and took another deep breathe. "Right, then lets get moving. Died once today, and that is quiet enough." As they began running, Drake heard shuffling foot steps behind them. "I guess you were right, we weren't alone." They ran across the subway loading platform to the stairs on the other end. Just as they began to ascend the stairs, the subway track cieling collapsed. "Are you sure you're not phycic bro?" Drake asked with his eyebrows raised. They climbed up toward the street just as the entire platform began to crumble. The surfaced and were hit with a nose full of stench. A mixture of carnage and smoke, from car fires and the likes. "I was begining to miss that smell too," Drake said sarcastically.
As Bildo looked on all he could see was carnage and destruction. He was mortafied. He walked on down the road trying to take everything in and not liking one bit of it. He had walked about a block away from RPD HQ and knowing he would never ever forget the things he had seen today so far. All he could think was *what the hell has happened here* it just kept going round in circles all the time. But then he saw something of great use and need. It was an abandonded ambulance and he jumped through the open back doors. All he could hear was a faint sound of crackling from the ambulance radio. Then he started searching for medical supplies. He grabbed some bandages, antibiotics, and plasters. Then he wasted no time and headed for the doors.
Just as Bildo jumped out of the double doors of the ambulance, He heard a deafening SCREAM *AAAHHHHHH*. He jumped round the door and looked down the street. About 2 blocks away was a young women running out of one of the appartment building in to the middle of the street, where she tripped on rubble in the middle of the road. she was to busy looking backwards at what ever she was running from. Then all Bildo heard a moaning then from the door she had come from came one of them weird people stumbling about. Bildo immediatlyhe sprinted towards them. As the thing was getting closer to her moaning teeth baring you could see the undoubted terror in her eyes. Just as he was about to fall on her Bildo flew through the a good 10yrds and took him clean out. They rolled and tumbled for some time. When they stopped Bildo was up like a shot and stood on its arms so i could not move. He took out his beretta slowly and said " its time MOTHER F#*KER" aimed at his head and pulled trigger slowly and *BANG*. It let out a *HISS* and that was it he stopped moveing. Bildo turned round and jogged bac to the young women and put his Beretta bac in its holster. "Hey you ok" he called out as he got to her. She said " yeh i think so" she went to get up then she moaned "OW no im not". Bildo nelt down nxt to her and said "come ere let me have a look im trained in basic field medicine" She looked up at him and said Quietly "ok". He rolled up her baggy blue jeans on her right leg. (She had shoulder length blonde straight hair and blue eyes, a very pretty good looking girl. She had a black tank top on with a blue denem jacket on top. She had blue baggy jeans on with the odd red patch on them and knee height black boots. she looked like she had know weapons at all.) " OH this looks nasty it was all bruised with a little but deep cut on her knee. "it looks like you have bruised the bone from wot i can see" Bildo said shaking his head. " dont think you'll be able to walk on it for a while" he said. "ah it hurts so much" she moaned.
"comon lets get you inside somewere safe" Bildo picked her up and carried her upstairs and into her appartment. Went down the corridor and lead her on the sofa. " Wait there and ill make sure its all safe" Bildo went round and made sure all the entrances were locked with the keys he found on the desk. Then he returned to the girl.
Drake and Mal made their way through the streets and carnage, half looking for survivors as they walked. The road was half alive, with people moaning as they died, not knowing that only a few minutes after they died, they would become zombies. Blood puddles riddled the street, and screams could be heard in the distance. Drake had been out in the city, but it hadn't seemed this bad before. "This is some messed up sh!t bro," Drake said, shaking his head. "Umbrella deserves every bit of troubel they get. And you better believe I'm gonna kill some one from Umbrella if I get the chance."
They made their way through the city, guns hanging at their side, but ready to be used if nessasary. As they walked down one street by the cemetary, Drake noticed a loud murmuring coming from the ally ways ahead of them. And before he knew it, a huge group of zombies had oozed from the allys and blocked off the street, and begun to shuffle towards the two men. "Well then, this is when I catch up in kills friend." Drake lifted his gun to his shoulder. "Watch as I...." Drake stopped suddenly. There was a face in the group of walking dead; a face that scared him sh!tless, and made him cry at the same time. He lowered his gun and stared down the street, into the lifeless eyes of his dead wife.
Mal was obviously extremly taken aback by Drakes hesitation in killed the bastards, and lifted his gun. Drake hit the guns barrel down though, not letting him shoot. "Don't, not yet."
"What the hell are you doing Drake?"
"My....my wife....she's there," he said, pointing, tears streaming down his dirt covered face. Drake never cried. He hadn't even cried when he heard his wife died, just stashed all the feelings deep down inside. He was a soldier, and he didn't cry. But seeing his wife like this killed him, and he lost it. All the years of anguish came out at once. With one smooth motion Drake pulled his Desert Eagle from his holster and aimed it. His hand shook a little, but he controled his hand just enough to aim at his wifes head. Through a sob that would have made any one cringe, Drake wispered. "I love you sweetheart." A single shot rang through the streets, and the female zombie dropped dead. Drake lowered his head and sobbed. He knew he had done what he had to, but it hurt, and it hurt bad. Drake slowly gained control, and then looked back up at the group still coming at them. All the sadness turned back to anger. Drake replaced his pistol and brought up his shot gun. "You want to f*uck with me!?" He shouted, walking towards the crowd. "You want to f*ck with me!?" He fired three shots, killing three of the zombies. "Come on you goddam sons of b!tches! I'm right here! F*ck me!" He was now feet from the group and he swung his gun like a club, completly taking the face off of the zombie in the group. He hit another, and then another, and when they finally started to over come him, he ran out of the group and pulled out his M4, opening fire into the crowd. "Die f*ckers!!!"