RESIDENT EVIL: The Time is Now (Story board)

(OOC: Thanks. Just how I wanted her to come off!)

Chrys leaned against the door, looking out towards the setting sun with a now blank expression. She placed the cigarette behind her ear and checked on her ammo to find that she only had four clips left. She discarded her wasted clip from her just used berretta before risking venturing out into the hall.

The dead emptiness remained, this time with an eerie silence as Chrys no longer had the companionship of the man. She walked slowly, a mixture of caution and fatigue, reaching up to a huge metal door against the wall.

“An elevator…” she murmured, her voice echoing in the hall.

Currently, she was on the twelfth floor and had been contemplating on how to get to the main floor. The stairwell was flooded in glass and darkness, a puddle of blood visible beneath each door. Scratches came from the metal doors constantly, lickers attempting to escape from the victim-free stairs. The fire escape, an emergency elevator, had been placed on lockdown and Chrys didn’t dare venture through the vents once more, as she couldn’t shake off the feeling that something had been waiting for her in the darkness.

And then the elevator…the main elevator. It didn’t pose much of a threat to her now, but it was landing down to the bottom that worried her. The last thing she needed was a zombie hoard attacking her as the doors opened up. She leaned her head against the door, feeling frustrated as she lightly tapped the stained red call button with the tip of her gun.

The elevator arrived instantly, the doors opening to reveal it looking in surprisingly normal condition. It seemed to be a far distance away from any zombies. And Chrys would’ve believed it to, had she not glimpsed a sign of the doors as they opened up. Light scratch marks were embedded into it, not from any completely abnormal creature, but from fingernails. Human fingernails.

Chrys placed away her gun and stepped into the elevator, holding onto the door open button as she looked around. “Ah…” her face still remained with a stony expression, but her eyes sparkled brightly with an idea. She dug into a boot, taking out her stiletto, and dug into the ceiling, taking off the trapdoor above it and crawling out into the dust filled musty air of the elevator shaft.

She looked down into the elevator and aimed her gun to the ‘M’ button. “Going down,” she fired off a bullet, destroying the button, and after a short pause the elevator started to descend rapidly down the chute. Chrys closed back the hatch and squinted her eyes as the air rushed past her and her stomach rushed into her mouth.

It wasn’t until she noticed her braid start to flail about next to her that she realized the elevator was going unusually fast. Sparks flew brilliantly from the side as the elevator skimmed against the wall. Chrys felt herself start to levitate in the air from the fall but waited calmly with a vindictive expression as she continued the dangerous descent downward.

“Three...two…one,” On the last number, Chrys reached out and grabbed onto the elevator wire tightly, her arm nearly yanking out it’s socket from the sudden movement. The elevator fell a few more feet, crashing down onto the main floor, unable to be used again, but in an overall good condition. She slid down the rest of the way onto the hatch and waited for it.

Shuffling footsteps. Dozens of moans. It filled her hearing within seconds. She showed an intense amount of expression, raising an eyebrow as she felt the metal box start to shift from the quantity of zombies that had entered it. Chrys felt around her waist, a few back pockets, then into a pocket on the side of her jeans, taking out a small black object. She held onto it, pondering in the darkness.

“It has to be done,” she dug her fingernails into her fist as she ripped off the top of the black object with her teeth and opened up the hatch to smell, along with burning metal, the horrible smell of death and decay from the mob that had entered the elevator. “Catch…” she threw the grenade down into the anxious wild eyed crowd, quickly closing back the hatch before one could get a scratch in.

A loud boom erupted beneath her and after the groaning from the elevator subsided, she noticed the lack of moaning from the crowd below. Chrys lowered her head into the shaft, her eyes expressing a child-like innocence in the light from the open door. Though, it was all an illusion as she never even displayed that when she was a child. She flipped out the elevator, landing in a headstand, then gracefully flipping upright out of the elevator. It let out one last groan, creaking from all the stress Chrys put it through before it fell down into the basement.

Chrys flipped back her braid as it crashed behind her. She shook herself up, throwing away the tenseness that had overwhelmed her throughout the ordeal and started to walk in what she hoped would be the exit. Just then, the sound of footsteps caught her hearing…

((OOC: Alright, sorry for cutting it short, but I have places to go what w/ Thanksgiving being tomorrow, and sadly I won’t be able to continue this until late Thursday night. Though, anybody’s free to control my character until then))

Berina and Bildo made their way to the end of the hall, Berina raising an eyebrow as a she heard shuffling footsteps, a moan or two, "The guards..." She mumbled.

As he sprinted the other 25 feet to the 4x4 he noticed that one of the guys wasnt around... he wondered where he was.

Bildo could hear them around the next corner. "I got these ones" he said. Before Berina could answer Bildo had dived round the corner and slid along the floor infront of the zombie guards and fired 3 shots in all of their heads one after another. " you got them the first time i wanted them this time" Bildo said and winked "lets go get Travis"

Originally posted by midnite127
((OOC: Alright, sorry for cutting it short, but I have places to go what w/ Thanksgiving being tomorrow, and sadly I won’t be able to continue this until late Thursday night. Though, anybody’s free to control my character until then))

Paul and Raine passed the waiting room, 'Do you hear that', Rain asked nervously. Paul nodded, there were scratching noises echoing from far away corridors and the floors above. 'and to think we killed everything in this place a bit under a month ago...It seems to be alive with the dead once again.'
Suddenly a loud pitch screeching noise filled the air, it sounded like metal sliding on metal. It was coming from the center of the hospital and ended with a loud crash. This all sounded too familiar to both Paul and Raine, 'I swear if this building comes down on us there's going to be some killing!', Paul said as if whoever was making the noise could here him. A loud explosion was the only answer Paul got, it shook the whole building. 'Come on, I want some answres', Paul said as he ran ahead. Another loud groan of straining metal followed by another loud crash. Their footsteps echoed loudly in the empty corridors as they ran, Raine was falling a bit behind but Paul didn't wait up, he wasn't gonna let whoever it was get away without answering a few questions.
Paul turned the next corner and a loud shot rang his ears, he skidded to a stop as bits of cement exploded from the wall in front of him. Rain came crashing into him sending the two of them sprawling to the floor. Paul looked up, expecting another shot to finish them off but the face he saw was familiar.
'Jesus Christ...fvck, you almost shot me! Chrys...what are you doing here, I thought you were dead?', Paul said awkwardly from the floor with Raine struggling to get up off of him.

OOC: I hope you like my entry 😛

Berina smiled a little and nodded, pressing the button for the lift and waiting, they waited almost 15 minutes before there was a thud and the doors opened slowly, the carriage was damaged somewhat but it'd be usefull atleast, Berina stepped in, testing the weight, "Seems fine...be careful when you step in, theres holes in the floor."

"kk thx for the warnin" Bildo said with a wink and left the lift steping ova a few holes.

When Bildo had safely found a spot to position himself, Berina touched the last button with an outstretched toe, sighing a little as it began to move down, "And now we wait."

(OOC: Thanks for the compliment. Oh, and your entry's cool with me)

Chrys lowered her smoking beretta as she recognized the slightly familiar face of Paul. The girl didn't ring any bells but it didn't matter to Chrys as she walked over to the fallen duo.

She stopped a few inches away from them and crouched down. "Nice to see someone I know. Makes it easier for when I skip the formalities and cut to the chase," Chrys put her gun inches away from his head.

The girl on top of him got off and started to knock Chrys's gun from her hand. Chrys backed up, taking out the twin to her beretta and pointing it in the girl's direction, her gaze fixed on Paul. "As I was saying..." she snapped the safety off of the second gun. "Are either of you infected?"

Chrys doubted they were, what with the lack of showing any symptoms but she couldn't help but to try and avoid a replay of what had just happened less than a half hour ago...

(Hope this was alright 🙂 )

"kool i just love the waitin" as he crouched and unholstered his gun and look around at all the suspisious dead looking bodies on the floor just incase. "so why we wait here again aint we gettin Travis or nething" he looked on at the bodies sharply not even looking round to Berina. Feeling bad that he was bein rude but he knew she would understand.

*OOC: cool nice little mean but safe goin on there. kool nice one.*

'No we're cool, a bit bruised and aching but ok...you can put that thing down', Paul said calmly without getting up yet.
Rain looked at Paul with a mixture of confusion and anger, why was this woman pointing guns at them, she thought angrily.
'It's ok Raine, she's a friend...I think', Paul said turning back to Chrys, now that he thought about it he wasn't sure if she was a friend any more.
'You still working for Umbrella, hu, I heard you and your team were coming to Raccoon City but word was that you guys didn't make it out. Now I've been bullshitted by my people before and nearly killed by by your people, so what's your side of the story?', Paul said as he sat up strait ignoring the gun pointed in his face, he understood she had reason to suspect infection but he expected her to recognise that they didn't have any of the symptoms by now. Raine glared at Chrys, she didn't like having a gun pointed at her and no one was paying any attention to her at the moment unless you counted the gun who was staring at her coldly.

OOC:I haven't thought of how we know each other yet lol, so if you think of anything go with it. oh and I hope you don't mind but I'm gona have Raine not like you at first, call it a girl thing or whatever but it just seems to fit 😛

Why Bildo and Berina were waiting there a transmission was sorta comin thou on his radio. (chhhhssssshhh) "Bil-- (chhhhssssshhh) a-- (chhhhssssshhh) yo- (chhhhssssshhh) alr---- (chhhhssssshhh) ......................................." (chhhhssssshhh) that was all he got then it went quiet
"i think that was my wife but the depth were are at and the walls are causeing disturbance, ill call her wen we get outta here and i FIND MY SON" he started to shout with rage. Then one of the Deadish bloody battered bodies moaned and moved Bildo wasted no time and didnt even change stance when he put a round straight throu its head!!!!!

(OOC: Lol, and here I thought ya had this whole idea on how the two are acquainted with each other. hmm, well, I'll try and come up with something. Sure I don't mind Raine not liking her...after all, my char, did just point a gun to her )

Chrys kept her guns raised a second after Paul's question. She lowered them both and holstered them, resisting the temptation to light a cigarette as she spoke in a calm tone.

"Your facts are straight...sort of," she glanced down, gathering her thoughts, then looked to Paul with a cold expression. She had no malice against him, but she couldn't help the way she was.

"Well, me, along with my team, were sent two days ago to retrieve an Umbrella CEO from the hospital before all hell broke loose. The commander split us up, sending us into separate parts of the hospital. We literally walked throughout this hellhole for hours, stumbling along some of my former teammates corpses. Some even wanted to greet, no, eat me but I dispatched of them easily enough..."

Chrys drifted off wondering whether to give a full description of the tale or whether she should spare herself and shorten it. "Finally happened to find the commander but it turns out he knew more than we...well, I was with a newbie to the force when I found the commander. He...the commander, knew more than he let on and had his own objectives from Umbrella. But he's no longer any threat as of now...he's dead."

Chrys gazed away, figuring the silence would be enough to explain her commander's early decease. She forced her gaze back to Paul. "As for me, I also have an agenda of my own...not Umbrella affiliated but private enough that I can't tell you."

She displayed an intense amount of emotion once more, raising an eyebrow as she walked past Paul, ignoring Raine as she made her way towards the exit.

(Oh, and if that was directed towards me, Bildo, thanx 🙂 )

OOC: ok the story on how we know each other is starting to come together in my head, I'll give it a try..

Paul wondered what the deal was with Umbrella, it was pissing him off that he was just left to put pieces of a puzzle together without getting any idea of what the picture was going to turn out like but he didn't question further, Chrys didn't seem in the mood at the moment and Paul wasn't going to make it any worse, he owed her that much.

Back in Paul's Mosad years (Israeli Intelligence/special forces) he was wormed into Umbrella to gather information about something big that was going down at the current time. Paul was only 27 and life seemed like a big game to him, there he met Chrys, she was young (21), attractive and was working for Umbrella. He saw her as an attractive way into Umbrellas dirty little secrets. A few weeks passed and Paul was digging deeper and deeper into whatever it was Umbrella was working so hard to hide. As he got deeper him and Chrys got more close, he wanted to warn her, to get her out while it was still possible but he couldn't risk the operation. Chrys was doing some digging of her own and was soon on to Paul, she knew that he was a Mosad agent and more importantly that Umbrella knew of his existence and that it was only a matter of time till they had him dealt with. She risked everything by warning him and he just barely got out before it all came collapsing down behind him. He owed his life to her but there was no way he'd ever see her again, not with umbrella so warm on his tail. So he returned to Israel without the information he set out to obtain but with his life. The mosad did a good job of erasing his tracks and giving him a clean page to start from and Paul went on with his life.

'You know they blew the Hive to hell, it's nothing but a crater in this damned city', Paul called out as he got up and followed Chrys. He felt strange not bringing up their past but it would seem even stranger to bring it up. When he got the intelligence of her arriving in Raccoon City he didn't tell anyone that he knew her and when he heard that there were no signs of the team sent by Umbrella his heart sank but now meeting her after four years seemed...he wasn't sure but it was strange.
Rain was still silent she didn't trust this new woman despite whatever she or Paul said. She got up and followed, letting herself fall a bit behind.

OOC: if you find that story awfully bad then just ignore it and I'll change it or something.

Berina nodded slightly, "We'll find him, once we get Travis we'll be able to learn more about this place and were things are." She growled and ripped at one of the carcasses that moved slightly, severing its head from its neck and shivering as a foul stench came from the body, "I'll never get over the smell..." She mumbled.

Travis' head swam in pain as he began to wake up. The metal strut had hit his back, but before it could pin him down it had propped itself against the wall. 'Great I'm still alive.' he thought sarcastically as he pulled himself into a sitting position against the wall. He shouted in pain as he felt that his shoulder had been knocked out of socket. He began to breath slowly as he prepared to knock it back and slammed it back into the wall behind him. He screamed in pain, as the pain hit and began to subside. A loud screech filled the corridor as he saw a hunter come running from the hole in the wall where he had thrown the bomb. 'Must've blown the containment cells!' he thought as he whipped up his Desert Eagle with a shout of pain and fired at the oncoming beast.

The elevator finally reached the second last level, the doors opening to reveal a partially blown in corridor, "I can get through...I'll help you through, I can hear Travis up ahead...cmon." Bildo crawled through with Berina behind him, she could here gunshots, hoping Travis was ok.

The hunter dispatched Travis hoisted himself up and walked away from the devastated hallway, back towards where he thought the lab should be. 'That means this is the wrong Hive, this isn't where i came before. Either this one was remodeld, or we are in yet another Laboratory.' he told himself as he tried to stay upright.

Berina and Bildo made it through safely, Berina saw him instantly, running to him and looking over him, "Travis...it's me Berina, were are you injured?"