RESIDENT EVIL: The Time is Now (Story board)

Malconin stood, gaping at the carnage Drake was reaping before him. He couldn't move, not even when Drake charged head long into the pack, the shock of this sudden unveiling of the feelings Malconin knew Drake held inside was too much. Never...never in his life had he seen a human lose control to anger in this way. Sure, he had lost it so much that he set off a granade without bothering to take cover, but he wasn't exactly human anymore either.
This man before him no longer seemed human. He seemed almost possessed, possessed by pure hate for Umbrella and their hideous creations. Malconin couldn't blame the man. If he had come across Berina in such a state, his wrath would have been uncontrollable...the world would have more to fear than just fu*king zombies and the T-virus.
Drakes gun fell silent at last, and he lowered his gun, breathing heavily. Malconin walked over to him and placed a hand gently on his shoulder, not wanting to startle him, in case Drake attacked him accidently.
"I'm sorry, Drake. No man should have to go through that. I swear to you now, that Umbrella...all of Umbrella...from the janitor to the CEO and directors...they will all die slowly and painfully."
Malconin's thoughts drifted to Terry Marshall, the CEO of Umbrella, if indeed he was still, and smiled at the thought of skinning the man alive. He WOULD do that, he vowed to himself...he would skin that man alive and watch him die slowly...he would do it for Drake.

Drake's eyes burned with hate as he stared at Mal, breathing hard. "I'll do it myself." Drake took a shacky deep breathe and stared at the carnage around him. He had needed that. He had to let go of the anger he had held onto for so long. He could be himself now. He could finish out what was left of his life in peace, or, as in as much peace as the bastards from Umbrella would let him. "But if you want to help skin him, be my guest, the more pain the better," He said, joking a little showing Mal he was still Drake, just a little different. He placed his hand on Mal's shoulder. "Thanks for letting me do that by myself. I needed to let go of some stuff." The old Drake was there now. He wasn't much different, but he had new reasons for killing now. Instead of hate, it was love, the love of one that was lost.

(OOC: Good stuff guys.)
Bildo walked back to the sofa and stuck to keys in his pocket. " all locked up" he said " should be safe for a while a least". He walked round the sofa and took a look at h er knee. He put the bag down nxt to him and unzipped it. He pulled out 2 plasters, bottle of antibiotics and a bandaide. He held her leg and said "This might sting a bit" and dripped the antibiotics on the cut. She cringed up but didnt make a sound. Then he took the 2 plasters and criss crossed the ova the wound. Last but not least he rapped a bandages roun the knee to support it. "Hang on ill just go get an ice pack for ya" and he walked off into the kitchen.

Malconin nodded his understanding. But a realisation dawned on him and he cursed.
"My way of searching for Ark no longer exists," Malconin said thoughtfully. "We have to find a computer that not only works, but is capable of connecting up to the Umbrella network."
Drake wiped his tear and dirt streaked face with the back of his hand and frowned in thought. "Couldn't you just use a police network?"
"Racoon P.D?" Malconin frowned. "Umbrella has the best network in the country, access to practically every satellite...search would be easy. I'm not sure if the R.P.D would have access that extensive."
"Can you access the Umbrella network through the P.D network somehow?" Drake asked.
Malconin nodded slowly. "Yes...I believe I can. If I remember correctly, Umbrella and the P.D joined forces for some sort of operation...I cant really remember what it was, it was long before the incident in the Hive and Umbrella was not such a big operation, didn't have the control they have now. Maybe the old channels the P.D were given into the Umbrella network still exist?"

Bildo came back into the room witha spring in his step and a smile on his face. The girl said "wot you so happy about" she looked confuzed.
"im just happy to have found someone nomal to talk to" he said all cherpy like. She said "ok then" then there was a pause the just looked at each other. Then Bildo realised something and passed he the ice pack.
"Thx you been really helpful i owe you my life what is your name hero? mines Erica nice to meet you! so your a cop thank god you are otherwise id be dead" he looked on in a world of his own "oh oh im Bildo nic to meet you too" he shook her hand "so wots happened here?" he asked. " i know no exactly just everything went to hell in a matter of hours" he looked at her in sorro. " really sorry but im guna have to leave you for a while, but i will come bac for you!" she looked worried "where?, why?, can i come?" she looked like she was going to break down and cry. "i have to go back to my house to see if my family are ok its only like 3 blocks away, you cant come your in no state to walk but im not guna leave you totally alone" and he handed her a one of the spare radios and switched it on for her and then he took out his spare revolver and all the spare ammo he had for it "if they get in shoot them in the head" he said to her to comport her "dont worry they shouldnt get in" he was still trying to reasure her. Then he lent ova and kissed her on the cheek and wispered "youll be fine i promise if nething bad happens call me on the radio and ill be here in notime" then he turned around went to the door unlocked it and closed it quietly behind him and then locked it again. Then he slipped the keys in the letter slot so it sat on a little ledge. She just sat there shocked that he had to go so soon.

Berina stood, stretching a little and letting her long dark hair fall around her olive pearled face, her eyes scanned the landscape as she strapped her weapon's ammunition cord to her leg and finally taking a thin long sword and slipping it into the sheath that was strapped around her torso. To some now that regarded her, she was the new era of Samurai, but to her...this was just a way to survive and whatever lay ahead would surely meet its end somehow. She hoped it would be by her hand.

Malconin and Drake proceeded to the Racoon Police Department Headquarters without too much trouble, other than a few roaming zombies, which ate their lead in no time. Once they arrived there, however, it was a different story.
While they couldn't actually see the zombies, they could hear their moaning coming from inside the building, and they could tell that there was more than just two or three.
The outside of the building was a mess. The large front doors lay in a twisted heap just inside the foyer and some of the higher windows were smashed, as if people had attempted to escape out of them. Malconin assessed the windows he could see and concluded that only the one with the drain pipe next to it would have been suitable. Anyone jumping out of the others would have definately broken something.
"Well," Malconin said finally. "Let's just hope that it is only zombies we have to contend with."
A low pitched growling noise echoed from the foyer and the two forms emerged from the doorway. They were dogs, malconin realised. Most of their skin was missing and they were half rotted, he could even see through to one's brain, but they were most definately dogs. They snapped and snarled at he and Drake and drool flew every which way.
"Next time brother," Drake said as they took a few cautious steps backwards. "Perhaps you could keep your fu*king mouth closed."
The undead hounds lept.

Berina stepped into the dank street of Racoon city, her boots crunching on the et and skinking asfalt, she continued, taking down zombies as she went, hearing a little of a struggle to her left she turned, shooting down a zombie and running toward yet another derelict building.
There she found Malconin and Drake fighting two zombie guard dogs, she put two fingers in her mouth and whistled shrilly, the dogs turned from the men and raced after her. She smirked and flipped as the enraged animals lunged at her, swiping out with her now enweaponed right arm, she took down the first dog, whipping out with her left then and shooting several rounds into the second corpse. Contented when the dogs had been completely silenced, she landed swiftly and raised an eyebrow at Malconin's surprised expression, "What...a woman can't kiss some zombie arse too?"

Malconin and Drake glanced at each other and shook their heads. Malconin turned back to his wife as she approached and he placed a tender kiss upon her lips.
"No," he replied with a smile. "I just forgot how much of an arse kicker you were way back when. Still, I are see."
Malconin glanced at the R.P.D Headquarters. "Well, we had better take care of what's in there and then find a working computer. I need to search for a link to Umbrella's network and who knows, maybe the police radio's can pick up something. There has to be at least one cop alive in this dump of a city."

Raine looked at Paul; he stared blankely at the zombies. "Fine...if you aren't going to do anything, I will."

Raine emptied her clips and replaced them with new ones. She fired multiple shots into the heads of several zombies, and maming a few others. Raine rushed forward unfurling her knives and putting both pistols away in the same motion. She stabbed two zombies in a spinning motion; they fell. Raine smirked as she stood in the middle of a group of at least fifteen dead zombies.

Raine looked over at Paul, "You alright?"

Berina smiled just a little and gave a small wink, walking back over to the twisted doors and touching the rusting metal with her fingertips softly, "Whatever's in there will need all three of us and if not possibly more to take it down..." She turned to face the two men and sighed a little, "This, is gunna get messy."

Malconin smiled and Drake sauntered past him.
"Babe," Drake said, "Messy is what we live for."
Malconin chuckled and pumped a shell into his shot gun chamber. "Okay, wife o' mine, you're the arse kicker...lead the way."

Berina nodded, for a moment her eyes flashed a strange green hue and she'd been lost in the shadows of the dank building as she'd entered, her footsteps were silent, her breathing barely exsistent, she was like a huntress on the prowl and the shuffling of her first victim gave them away before death greeted them in the form her powerful sword.
It was if hell had been unleashed almost all at once from that point, corpses seemed to almost literally pop out of nowhere, they were coming at a rate that Berina seemed to almost struggle to keep up with.

She growled almost primitively and lashed out at a small group of corpses that were lumbering her way and she severed each of them into several peices, their decapitated bodies falling onto the floor. Her movements became a blur to the regular human eye, she was a creation of Umbrella, finishing off the last of the Apocalyptic beings that had been sent forth to test her and the rest of the survivors. Nothing would stop her fury.

Malconin and Drake stood frozen in the entrance of the P.D.
Malconin debated, breifly, helping his wife when the number of undead seemed to much, but he forced himself to stand and watch, despite his growing fear for her.
Drake took a step forward and raised his shotgun, but Malconin swatted the barrel down and shook his head slightly at the bemused Drake.
Malconin was intrigued...
He wanted to see what Umbrella had done to his wife, so he could assess her character somewhat.

Berina cotinued to cut down the oncoming enemy with a force of fury that could only be given by years of torment that she'd alone had to endure. She roared as she slashed and spun, attacking the last zombies and landing, panting to be able to catch her breath, looking back at Malconin. Her hair was a mess and her tanned skin was covered in beads of sweat, she looked more like an animal than a human.

Malconin swallowed. He'd felt what it was like to go through a mind numbing, rage filled killing spree, and he had seen Drake lose the plot just recently. But nothing prepared him for seeing his wife behave like an animal, killing all in her path seemingly without thought. She stood now, amongst the scattering of bodies, panting and sweating. Her hair was a mess and she had a wild gleam in her eyes.
Malconin, glanced at Drake, who stood opened mouthed, then walked slowly over to Berina. He cirled his arms around her carefully and pulled her close, Leaning on her shoulder, he whispered in her ear. "I will surely kill them for this."

Berina pushed him away slowly and fell to her knees, her eyes gleaming strangely, she let loose an almost inhuman scream, letting the stress of her body release all at once. She was left a freak, a dangerous thing that felt nothing more like the person she'd once been.

Malconin looked down upon his wife, unable to move at first, the scream had frozen his blood. One thought lept foremost into his mind. Is this what awaits me?
He knelt before Berina and cupped her head in his hand, forcing her to look deep into his eyes. "We will get through this," he promsed her. "And I will find a way to reverse what they have done to you...what they have done to both of us."

Berina only looked up at him, she was now beyond words, all she could see was Malconin, nothing more, she'd fought for him and other lost memories for so long that in the end, it had brought her here, she stood, at first...shakily but became strong withing moments, her form one of pure strength and hatred, whatever lay ahead now had no chance as long as she drew breath.

Drake coughed tentitively to gain Malconin's attention. "This is comforting and all, but shouldn't we get a move on? We'll have company soon enough."
Malconin nodded, Drake was right of course. "Okay, why dont you search this place for some radio's and try to contact and see if there are any STARS officers that may or may not be alive out there. I will try to find a working computer."

Berina shifted a little, her voice filling the minds of the two men, "And I shall protect you both, regardless of situation."

Drake nodded at Malconin and set off through a doorway in search of any radio's they can use.
Malconin stared at his wife for a moment, then went about his job. He made his way to the comms room and cursed. The place was a mess. Bits of computers were splayed all over the room. "Well, this is going to be fun." Malconin commented dryly.

Berina began to patrol the halls, slowly wiping the infested blood off her sword and body.

As Bildo came out of the apartment building he looked both ways, then he headed towards his house. He thought he saw someone back at RPD HQ *nah cant be* but he looked back anyway. He did he saw somone just the walk past a window. He grabbed his radio and called one it (cchhessssh) "hello anybody there" (cchhessssh) nothing. (cchhessssh) "communication room is antbody there"(cchhessssh)
(cchhessssh) "anybody still at the police department" (cchhessssh)

(OOC: you can make up you find a cop you know)

Berina picked up the signal and communicated telepathically with Bildo, "There are three occupants of the police station including me."

Bildo was confuzed "ah were the hell that come from?"
(cchhessssh) "who are you?" (cchhessssh)
(cchhessssh) "how long you guna be at the RPD" (cchhessssh)
(cchhessssh) "and wot you looking for" (cchhessssh)

Berina smiled a little, "It's coming from my mind to yours...I am a telepath, a mind reader if you will. We are looking for one of our team mates, we may be here for a while."

Bildo was still confuzed "so if i speak like this you can hear me?"
Erica could here all the radio contact there was a slight glimmer of happiness in her eyes. Bildo said (cchhessssh) "Erica i found more survivors but stay there" (cchhessssh)
she said (cchhessssh) "yay" (cchhessssh)

Berina smiled a little more, "I can hear everything within a three kilometre radius my friend..."

"Now that is cool"
"Im guna head to my house to see if my family are ok"
He stared to walk towards his house.
"or can you tell me different, its only 3 blocks from me now".
He waited for this weird reply.

Berina closed her eyes for a moment and then reopened them, "They're fine..."

" thx alot lady wot eva your name is"
Billy turned and sprinted the whole the blocks. when he turned the corner he could see 4 zombies stood at the front of the house banging on the windows and door.
"mother.....fu*kers" He said panting and blast a whole magazine at their heads and general direction. Then he took a mag out of his pocket dropped the empty one and put in the full one.
His heart was beating hard he was full of joy.
He smashed the door in ran it to the living room.
*BANG* something hit him hard and fat in the face.
He fell uncontiuos.