RESIDENT EVIL: The Time is Now (Story board)

As darion was about to be completely over run he decided on the last ditch effort and that was to go in the tent and hopefully hold off as long as he could.. he loaded the last of the michinegun clips and worked his way backwords throught the door, and lifted the shotgun to the window on the side of the door waiting there was a silence the one stumble forward... CHIk,BANG Taking off its head he steped allitle further into the tent slowing decideing if it would be better to kill himself for ever or to have to come back as one of them...He hoped it wouldnt come to that.

"Hey yeh i wanna get these guys to they do have my son" Bildo said looking rather worried the more he thinks about it.

"Don't worry...you'll get some action too, we wont stop you if you wanna kill one of those guys. Will we Russ?"

"No, but we may have to stop them from killing him." Travis thought to himself as he discreetly unholstered his Desert Eagle and held it behind his back in the rest position. After minutes of riding the elevator slowed to a stop before the doors opened with a cheery ping. "Welcome back, Captain Russell." said a security guard as he walked to greet them. there was six guards in the room and Travis raised his Eagle with practiced speed and aimed it at the walking guard. With a monstrous blast a 44 bullet blew through the unassuming guard's head; splattering his brains all over the guards behind him. Travis quickly walked out of the small space and targeted another guard. This time the bullet ripped into his chest splitting his heart in two. another two guards rushed at Travis with their shock sticks out. Travis grabbed the nearest guard's wrist and drove the shock stick THROUGH the second one's head.

Travis grabbed the guard and used him as a shield when the last two guards grabbed a pair of guns and fired in his direction. Travis felt the body spasm as bullets hit it, and jumped up and dropkicked the guard in the back; sending him towards the two with guns. As he fell Travis targeted the body and fired off six shots, each 44 slug ripping through the guard and into his buddies. Travis rolled into a crouch as the looked around at the carnage he created as he ejected the emty mag from his pistol. As he grabbed a full clip Travis felt a gun barrel press against the back of his head.

The gun barrell went weak in a second as a shot snapped through the quicker mans head, Berina was behind the bullet and smiled a little, "Theres always one you miss Russ...glad I'm here huh?"

"i didn't miss him, i had it covered." Travis said as he slipped a knife that Berina had not seen back in it's sheath. "But yes i am glad you're here. You can babysit him." Travis said as he went to the elevator door. "they should have heard that. You two stay together, and find those you seek, i will go to the core and set the self destruct. If i run into any problems i'll think about you." Travis said as he got back on the elevator. "good luck, and lead good lives." was the last thing Travis said to the two as the doors closed in front of him. 'For you, Rain.'

Kohldia's eyes misted for a moment and she saluted him regally as he dissappeared, she then winced and grunted, her skin was beginning to bubble again and this time it would definately make another change, she grunted again as it began to almost burn her flesh, she let loose a high scream which had an undertone of a roar like a felines.

"Berina are you ok" Bildo said looking at her.
"look after me wot is he on about im not a rookie" he said turning away from the lift. "he aint so special"

Berina threw her head back, her eyes were changing and she gasped, she was undergoing a very painful and obvious transformation.

Travis had heard the sounds of Berina's Transformation over the hum of the elevator. 'Hope she has some control over that.' Travis thought as he rode down. He considered going back up to help, but decided not to. Berina could handle herself, and he was sure that Bildo could run if he had to. Besides, stopping Umbrella was their first priority, and was more important than any of their lives. 'Berina if you can hear me you've got to fight it! Don't let Umbrella beat you like that. Then you'll be their lapdog. Think of those you must save, think of your husband, but most of all think about what happens if Umbrella wins.' Travis felt afraid for the first time in his life that maybe the battle against Umbrella was hopeless. 'I will still fight!' He told himself as the elevator continued downwards.

((Ok, my comp freaking blew up. I won't be on unless i can get over to my friends house. I should get my comp back soon. GRRRR!!! Don't worry, Drake will be back to kick arse soon. Decom, feel free to work with him. Sry for the sudden leave and no explaination.))

OOC: OMG a week and a half without Internet and you guys do another 15 pages...lol sorry about that but Internet payments and crap like that left me handy capt for a while but Internet's back and so am I if you'll have me.
It took me a while but I reread the whole thing over to refresh my memory. That's a hell of a good story you guys wrote so far, I'm just sorry I couldn't be a part of most of what has gone on so far. I'm gonna do my best to fit myself in. Any suggestions would be welcomed, if it's something you wana fit into your story them PM me and I'll do my best. It's just ashame to leave now that things are getting messy 😉

BIC:
Paul watched in amazement as Raine took charge of the situation, finishing of twenty or so zombies on her own as if it was something she on a daily basis.
When she was finally done she turned to Paul, 'You alright?', she asked wondering why he didn't bother helping.
'You don't think I was about to bother you while you where obviously handling the situation perfectly?', he chuckled.
She rolled her eyes, 'Yea let the lady do all the work.'
Paul was liking the spirit in this girl more with every passing second, 'Next time you can sit back and watch the show', he said patting his gun on his side.
'We'll see about that'
'sorry to cut the conversation short but we're getting near the Hive and it would be best to be alert, if what that dick Sam said was true then it's supposed to be a war zone over here.'
Paul tightened the straps of the pack on his shoulders and kept walking, scanning the surrounding for any movement. The smell was horrible, Paul stepped on something that squished under his foot, 'Oh just what I needed!'
He looked down in disgust, he had stepped on the insides of something that could have been human but in it's current state it was hard to tell.
'eeew grose', Rain backed away coughing back the urge to puke, it looked like someone was smeared across the street like butter on bread.
'Let's keep going', Paul said with a hand over his mouth.
They're progress was surprisingly undisturbed, it seemed like Sam may have been bullshitting him.
'Are we close?', Raine asked impatiently while looking around.
'We should be there in a few minutes.', he answered quietly, he felt like he was being watched and he didn't like it, he could here noises but couldn't see where they were coming from. He unslung the shotgun from his back and loaded it with 12 shells as they walked. Raine followed his example and quietly loaded her gun and gripped her knife firmly in her other hand. She too felt like she was being watched but like PAul kept quiet.
The earth gave a faint rumble, 'Did you feel that?', Raine asked Paul nodded. They were now very close to the Hive, they turned a corner and there was the church only a hundred or so yards away but still there was no sign of hostility. Paul and Raine both felt the piercing gaze of someone or something lurking where they couldn't see. Paule approached the church dore, 'Ladies first' he said jokingly as he held the dore open. They both entered and immediately saw that someone had tampered with the alter, they approached it cautiously and saw a opening on the flore with a ladder going down.
'Well I guess getting in won't be a problem', Paul said half joking but with a bit of concern in his tone of voice.
'Ladies first', Raine said mockingly to Paul.
'That's low', he said sarcastically shaking his head and started climbing down the ladder.
Raine followed him down and as soon as her feet touched the ground the trap dore hissed and closed leaving them trapped inside.
"Dam! I knew something was fvcked, I guess we'll need to find another way out.'
Raine was just about to respond when a violent vibration shook the whole building followed by a series of vibrations, the light flickered and went out. What followed was confused with darkness and heavy objects tumbling down on them, everything went black Paul and Raine layed unconscious in the little room which was now filled with a large part of the church that once stood above them...

OOC:That was to fill in the time that passed while I was away, if anybody didn't get what happened then we got in just as Malconin and Drake blew the place in. Luckily we only had the roof and the church come down on us and our room stayed fairly intact.

OOC: I just got back and already you'r leaving 🙁 good luck with your computer, computer can be bitches sometimes.

Oh and I just noticed, Happy B-Day ImmortalSamurai!

OOC: Oh yeah...happy b/day matey! 😛

Inside Berina's mind she heard an echo of the message Travis sent to her, she smiled a little and began to fight back. She knew this transformation was happening for a reason but she'd be damned if she'd turn into one of Umbrella's lab freaks. She searched her mind for a possible outlook and found one, focussing on the image of a great cat called the jaguar and keeping the image in her mind as she fought.

In the real world Berina's skin began to ripple and tear away in some parts to show a newer pelt, a spotted one, her roar became more of a growl as her canines elongated slightly and her eyes changed along with her hair which grew by about 3 inches and frayed a little to give her a wilder look. She stood panting infront of Bildo, looking up very slowly, "So...Bildo...do I look like a freak yet?" She half gasped.

As darion made it to the rear of the tent he stepped back over a cot that had a katana not one of his favored swords but it will do as he turn and ran the last 3 feet twards the back of the tent he slashed his way throught the tent. He Thought *It can be repaired.....* as he emerged he saw the tail end of the first group going around the side to his right which meant the bigger group was around the tent to his left he edged to the left and and peeked around the corner Their was still to many to count, he hoped they wouldnt see him as he took about two steps and a leap to land crouching behind a vehichle he peered under the bottom of the 4X4 he was chrouching near and found that none of the damn things were walking this way so he asumed the hadnt noticed him yet.He was about 50 yards away from them and hoped that some one would be able to get here soon other wise he would have to leave the base to them,, and that felt just wrong.

Malconin and Drake pressed themselves against the corners of a building and Malconin peered around the edge. "Holy fu*king hell! There's dozens of them."
Drake knelt and peered around at waist height, "Chirst!" He breathed. He looked up at Malconin, "We can take them," he said confidently.
Malconin frowned and shrugged. "Yeah...blow up half the camp while were at it...but yeah, we can take the sons of bitches."
Drake grinned, pumped his shot gun and stepped outinto the street, Malconin followed suit. "Let's splatter some zombie arse," Drake yelled and whooped and they began sprinting toward the camp.

Paul was sitting in his parents living room and his mom was in the kitchen cooking something, Paul looked around and smiled. He missed home, it had been almost six years since he last visited there. 'Mom what'chya cooking?' There was no response other than her suddenly halting in the middle of stirring whatever was in the pot. 'Mom?', still no response, a foul smell came to his nostrils, he tried to get up but he seemed to heavy. His mother let her arms drop and slowly turned to him, 'NO! Not you to!', his mother's face was rotten and falling off at parts, suddenly from behind a hand grasped his shoulder, he recognised the golden watch as his fathers, the grasp tightened, 'Dad, do something!' There was a loud moan instead of an answer, Paul turned sharply and saw his father with an eye drooping from its socket and parts of his skull could be seen where his nose should have been. Paul tried to get up but the pain was unbearable. The expression on his fathers face suddenly changed into what was an unmistakable smile, Paul would have rather him not smile because it cased parts of his flesh to stretch reveling more decay. 'Paul join us, be a part of the family, you left us and look what's happened...JOIN US!', his father bent down to bite him,'NO!'

Paul awoke into total darkness, he was drenched in cold sweat, he tried to get up but found he was pinned down by something heavy lying over his legs. He tried to move again but he couldn't use his arm, panic began to creep into his mind, where the dream was still fresh. He tried to move his arm again sending a sharp pain up his shoulder, he used his other arm and felt his left arm limp at his side, he had just dislocated his shoulder. He began to calm down, this was only a minor injury which he was trained on how to treat. Without any delay he lifted his arm best he could with help of his right arm closed his eyes and yanked it violently, his vision blurred from the pain but he felt his arm slip back in place. He tried sitting up again but was helled back, he realised the his bag was still on his back, it must have gotten caught on something. He flinched as he took the shoulder straps off and sat up, he felt for his legs and his hand touched cold metal. It was a locker or something, he pushed but it wouldn't budge. He felt around him till his hand wrapped around what he was looking for, his shotgun, it was still in one peace and he wedged it under the locker and put all the weight he could, he felt the pressure on his legs relieved, he quickly slipped out his legs and let the locker fall with a crash. He was trained on how to recover from injury quickly as a part of his training they had dislocated his shoulder among other things so he felt fairly fine, a bit dazed but other than that good. Paul could see bits of light coming from somewhere above him, it seemed to make sense now, someone wanted to cover something up and brought down the building to do so, the two of them might have just been a bonus.
'Rain you ok!?', Paul momentarily forgot about her but now reality was coming back to him.
'oouuhhh', a faint moan came from somewhere behind him.
'Rain is that you?', Paul grasped his shotgun, couldn't be too careful.
'oh shit what happened?', he heard her ask as he approached the place where her voice was coming from.
'You can put that thing down it's just me.', Raine forced a smile, though it looked painful.
Paul lowered his gun, 'I thought you might have...', his voice trailed off.
'You're not getting rid of me that easely', she winced as she spoke.
'You ok?', Paul asked looking down at her.
'Barely, is it always so painful to go for a ride with you?'
Paul forced a laugh, 'Lately...yes.'
'Are you gonna help me up or just stare at me?!'
'Oh yea', paul grabbed her arm and lifted her to her feet, she seemed, a bit bruised but ok.
'Ok now for a way out of here', Paul said as he looked around the dark room. His eyes slowly began adjusting to the darkness.

Bildo looked at her and smiled "your not a freak well no yet anyway well get you better before it gets to bad i promise ok" Then he walked over to her and held his arms out to see if she wanted hug.

Berina's eyes glazed over, a tear was forming, she could tell her changes as she licked her lips...he was lying to make her feel better...she reached out, her eyes widening as she saw her skin, "You're wrong...I have changed...but atleast I'm not a machine like the others, I suppose I should be greatfull for atleast that right?"

Darion saw movement at the end of the steret and they were coming in hella fast it was both drake and malconin and they both looked like they were ready to kick some ass, as darion turned to look at the mass of bodies he saw they had finally noticed him. As he turned he noticed the swat style shotgun in the cab of the 4x4 as he grabed it and back up to about 50 yards away from the 4x4. He could now here the guys sprinting down the street. He thought to himself thank-god/ Or the devil whom ever had sent the two of these guys.