RESIDENT EVIL: The Time is Now (Story board)

OOC:lol...*high five*...that we are babe, that we are indeed.

OOC: Ok back to the story.

Berina sat down opposite Shalinar, "Here...you'll need this I'd bet." She handed the girl the rest of the dried beef and her water canteen. She then walked to the window, thinking of Malconin, wondering were he was right that moment.

Travis knew that he was infected, and that it was only a matter of time until he would turn. While everyone was gone he slowly stood and left the apartment. He had made it to the streets and got in a nearby vehicle that was not badly damaged. Then a high-pitched yowl rang through the night. 'Where are you, Travis?' he heard Berina's voice in his head.

'Sorry boss, but there is something i must do before i die.' Travis answered back as he shifted the car into drive as he sped towards a well lit area. 'That must be the base, I'll find that bastard Malconin there'

OOC: No offence, but that makes no sense IS because noone knows he's the boss of Umbrella yet...

Malconin and Drake returned to the base to see that darion had dealt with the last of the zombies and was now double checking that the area was secured. They were about to speak to him when the screeching of car tyres reached their ears.
Malconin turned to see a car speeding towards the camp.
"Can you see who it is?" Darke asked.
"Yes," Malconin nodded. "It is Travis...you can guess who he's coming for..."
Drake surprised Malconin by chuckling quietly. "I don't need to be a rocket scientist to know that."
Malconin frowned at him. "Indeed. Well, now is your chance to decide whether you help me stop this or not..."
"How?"
"Help me talk sense into Travis...he was never meant to survive...I don't know how the hell he did it...but he is here, and I don't need him acting irrationally when I have to concentrate on stopping this crap. Will you help me, or hinder?"

(OOC: i know, but he was the one who sent them into the trap, meaning he was at least still working for Umbrella.

OOC: Oh I get it now...

Lianne ran out into the street, picking up a police bike close to her and started it up, racing after Travis, hoping that he wouldn't do anything stupid or all her effort would be wasted.

Travis saw all three men standing together. 'Can't run him over or else i'll get the other two.' Travis stopped the car twenty feet from the trio and stepped from the car. "I've got a bone to pic with YOU!" Travis said as he pointed to Malconin. Travis had left all of his gear back at Bildo's place and was only wearing his green jumpsuit.

Travis walked within three feet of the trio and stopped. "Why would you send your wife into a trap, unless you happen to work for the enemy? I can't believe i used to look up to you!" Travis angrily said as he felt himself getting weaker, the virus spreading rapidly.

Lianne skidded the cop bike to a halt and rolled off it as it tumbled to the ground, she ran over to the group, concerned for Travis' health, "Hey just take it easy...for one second ok? You're not up to fighting anyone, I dont care who they are or what they've done...you're injured and I'll be damned if you're just going to throw all my aid away like it meant nothing."

Malconin glared. "I needed her to go into that trap, for I need her anger to peak to the point that her transformation to complete, not that it is any of your business, you should have been dead long ago...I had hoped to be rid of you within that trap also, but obviously you have survived again. I could kill you now, snap you like a twig with my bare hands, but I'm beginning to think you have a larger role to play yet, for why else would you still be alive now?"
Malconin's eyes roamed to Travis' wound. "You are infected, I can tell...the only way to stop what is happening is with the cooperation of everyone, you must choose now, whether to let the virus claim you, or whether to help me. If you choose the latter, I will provide you with some of the anti-virus...choose wisely, for you are running out of time."

Lianne began to re-dress his wound, biting back her remarks, she knew no one and nothing of what they were saying so for now, she kept her opinions to herself.

Travis laughed out loud as he heard both of Lianne's and Malconin's words. "You don't understand, Umbrella took the only thing that mattered in my life away. I would rather die, and change into one of those souless bastards than help Umbrella or one of their lapdogs." Travis stepped in close so only Malconin could hear his whisper. "I have a secret of my own. I. . .boned your wife." Travis put the last touch just to anger Malconin enough to kill him.

Lianne stood back, shaking her head, like she cared anymore, she'd saved his life and she'd not even recieved a thankyou in return.

Malconin threw back his head and laughed throatily. "You think I don't know that. Newsflash Travis, I am the leader of Umbrella, Berina has been a subject the whole time, and I've had her under surveylance...I know you fu*ked her, that's why I decided to remove you from the program...for I was going to enhance you too. But you are a fool if you think death is a way out. You may have lost someone you love, but so have thousands of others. Get over it, you up yourself prick, and maybe you will see that if we dont stop this then millions more will die...if this virus speads away from this city, the entire fu*king country, and probably more, will die...
Malconin smiled faintly and turned away. "Besides, I assume you are talking about Rain?" He turned back. "You are, are you not? What if were to tell you she lives?"

Lianne raised an eyebrow, now things were getting interesting, she leaned on the hood of the car Travis had driven there.

"Then i would call you a F*cking liar, piece of sh1t!." Travis yelled as he tackeld Mal. "what the hell do you care about this world?! All of this is YOUR FAULT Travis said as he began punching Malconin Repeatedly despite the pain in his shoulder.

Malconin let the blows rain down upon him, knowing full well they couldn't damage him. He replied calmly, "Despite the way it looks, Travis, I did this with the intention of bettering the world...the sacrifice of a few hundred thousand is a small price to pay for the future of six or so billion people."
Malconin reached into one of his charred boots as Travis continued to rain useless blows down upon him and withdrew a small needle. He flicked the cap off it and slammed it into Travis' side, injecting the anti-virus within it. "Now calm yourself!" Malconin yelled and flipped over, pinning the struggling Travis to the ground.

Lianne stood back, to intervene would be to get herself hurt, but she had to speak up, "You said she was still alive...and after all Travis is been through I'm sure he would wanna know but he's just so angry he wouldn't admit it...tell him then maybe you two can atleast stop beating the crap outta eachother."

"You bastard! Everyone's life is important. Why don't you just kill me now. It'll save you the trouble later. You said it yourself I wasn't meant to live." Travis said as he continued struggling.

(Put my post after his...it'd make more sense then)