((long time no see Decom. Get ur comp fixed??))
Drake quickly went through the store shelves and found ammo for his shotgun and Desert Eagles. "What I wouldn't do for an automatic weapon..." Drake said, looked at the gun on the back wall. Then it dawned on him. All ammo stores had a back room, and most of the "good" guns were their. Drake walked down a small hallway and came across a locked door. He kicked the door in and looked inside the dark room. M14's, mp5's, and smaller automatic handguns packed the shelves. He quickly grabbed a M14 with two belts of ammo and two more automatic pistols with hip hostlers. "Hey Mal, you might wanna take a look at this."
Bildo came in to the gun shop a second after the others "comon guys we gotta hurry they wont hold out foreva" Bildo said smashing a gun case thing and took out a shot gun with a strap and as many shells as he could carry. Then he walked throu to the little room with Drake "good find man" and Bildo grabbed 2 M14's and an MP5, grabbed as much ammo as he could possibly carry and ran back out in to the main part of the shop.
OOC: Been awhile since I've wrote for this one...good assumption Acrypt, as she was...anyways, on with the show, a little something before New Years...
Chrys opened up an eye slowly, looking around cautiously before opening both eyes. Dawn had started to break, the sun starting to shine in through the thin curtains of the rich suite in the hotel room. She shifted in-between the blankets covering them up, finally managing to slide out from the sheets from the foot of the bed.
Landing awkwardly to her feet, she extended her arms out for balance, one satisfied, standing upright. At making it fully to her feet, she held onto her sore chest but sucked in a huge breath, forcing herself not to hunch over. 'It's been a long night...or long nights to be more exact,' She sighed as she walked over to her Kevlar vest. 'And yet...I can't even get a full night’s sleep now. Still paranoid...but Paul was always a heavy sleeper,' She smirked, watching as he started to pull some blankets from Raine. 'And Raine looks about the same.' With an annoyed expression, Raine yanked the sheets back from Paul, tightly covering herself up.
Chrys shook her head, picking up her discarded bra from the nightstand and placing it on beneath her layers of shirts, wincing all the while. After a moment, she finished, carrying her beretta and vest as she made her way from the room. It was only after she reached the hall she realized she had forgotten the key. She turned the handle, scowling that she had locked herself out.
Waving it off, she started to walk down the hall to the stairwell. "Screw it, I'll shoot the damn thing off if it comes down to it," She pushed open the metallic green door, peeking around cautiously. It seemed safe...everything in the hotel seemed so. She couldn't help it though, it was out of habit that she didn't trust things as they were. It was out of habit that she tried to make herself seem as inconspicuous as possible, not wishing for any above average attention.
Making her way to the closest door, she picked the lock into one of the regular rooms facing off into the east, the sun near blinding as it shined into the plain white of the room. She walked past the bed and into the far door to reveal a bathroom, a sparkling white toilet, dresser with faucet embedded, and a huge bathtub, letters engraved into the bottom.
Chrys smiled, leaning to the wall. She had wanted a shower for awhile, and even if it was in a more suspicious than usual place, she would take what she could get. Not wanting to bother the others from their slumber, she made sure to find a room far off from the two. "Lovely..." She tossed off shirt after shirt into various corners of the room, finally stopping at her bra, staying in her jeans. "Just in case the water system hasn't been turned on yet."
Making the sign of the cross, hope in her eyes, she switched on the hot water switch. A low rumbling came from the water works hidden behind the wall, followed by a torrent of water from the faucet. She smiled gleefully, subconsciously rubbing at her sore ribs. Quickly switching on the shower, she turned to the mirror against the wall to examine her features as she waited for the water to heat up.
After making a careful observation, she nodded her head at her conclusion. 'I look exactly how I feel. Isn't that great?' she thought to herself sarcastically, letting loose her braid from the back of her head. She braided it back skillfully, tightening it with a casual expression. That expression quickly turned to one of annoyance at seeing the reflection of the shower in the mirror.
Turning around, hoping it was her imagination, she walked up to her shower, which had turned red hot. Literally. The water had started to come down in a torrent of thick red liquid, staining the once white bathtub blood red, a horrible stench starting to come. She quickly shut it off, not bothering with cursing. "Everything is too good to be true nowadays..." She looked down into the bathtub, the engraved letters now full of the red liquid, and rolled her eyes in disdain. "And these bastards are the reasons why." She pulled a curtain over the tub.
Walking back to the faucet, she leaned over, looking down into the porcelain with a dull look to her eyes. She switched on the faucet, watching for any suspicious changes in the color. After a five minute wait, she shrugged as she started to wash her face deep in thought. Something came to her mind from Paul's earlier explanation about his job, something familiar. It took her less than a second to get the thought into view. Picking up one of her tossed shirts from the dresser, she wiped at her face gently. "Gonna have to tell him sometime-" A voice suddenly cut through the silence of the room, interrupting her.
"Tell him what?"
Chrys instinctively picked up her beretta as she held the shirt in front of her, shooting through it and to the doorway. It pierced into the side, sending small pieces of plaster over a very surprised Raine. Dropping the shirt, she placed her gun back onto the table and spoke in a reprimanding tone. "Don't do that! Christ, you scared the sh*t outta me!" She clutched onto her chest, massaging over the area to calm the hasty beating of her heart.
"I scared you?!" Raine looked to her in disbelief as she stepped into the room. "You almost shot me and you're the one who got scared..." she drifted off, noticing Chrys's bruises from the night before. "How do you feel...?"
*continued
Chrys smirked, leaning back against the dresser as she took out a cigarette from her vest. "Like sh*t. How else?" She took out her lighter to light her cigarette, inhaling lightly as she finished.
Raine rolled her eyes with a small smile. "Well, I should've figured that much," She walked up to Chrys, waving away any smoke from her face as she looked to her bruises carefully. After a minute of hesitation, she spoke lowly. "So...where...no...who gave you those?" She motioned to the bruises across her chest, then to the ones making up her arm.
"The ones on the side...the star shaped one's from my stepfather, long one's from my mother. It's a long story," Chrys laughed a little, looking up to the tiles of the ceiling. "As for the new ones...my father, who else? That's a longer story." she laughed a little more, her eyes holding her true feelings, starting to brim with tears. She took a long drag, closing her eyes as she blew a cloud into the ceiling.
Raine lowered her head almost guiltily, not sure of what to say. "I'm s-"
"Don't."
Raine looked up to see Chrys staring at her coldly, the cigarette tight between her fingers. She burned it out on the dresser of the bathroom. "Please...don't say sorry or feel sorry for me. You have nothing to be sorry for..." She flicked the cigarette past Raine's ear, out into the room before leaning her hands onto the dresser, staring down into the porcelain. "Besides, nobody lives a fairy tale life anymore, I'm living proof of that."
Raine ignored the tossing of the cigarette, starting to lean her side to the door as she crossed her arms. "Right..." She decided to change the subject. "So what do you have to tell Paul?"
Chrys made a face as she started to rock herself slowly back and forth as she held onto the dresser, forcing a calm tone. "What makes you think it's Paul?"
"Who else could it be?" countered Raine skeptically. "Not unless you know someone alive in this place, chances are it has to be him. So...what is it? You got married over the years?"
Chrys widened her eyes, glancing to her from the side. "Are you nuts? I, no!"
"Fiance?"
"Nope."
"Boyfriend?"
"No..." Chrys felt her patience slowly starting to break.
"Les-"
"No." interrupted Chrys abruptly, pretty sure she knew the rest of the word. She pushed herself a little farther back from the table, taking a deep breath. "Listen, it more has to do with something from our past. Something that I did...or rather I was ordered to do while we were together," She scoffed, a bitter smile across her face. "Trying to give myself an ends to justify the means. Won't change the fact I did it."
Raine blinked, interested. "What did you do? Sell him out?"
"Never," Chrys drummed her fingers along the table. "I'll admit, I can be a bit of a...well, you know. But I'm not that bitter."
"No...?" Raine looked up thoughtfully. "What, did you...kill someone he worked with?"
"Hey Raine..." Chrys closed her eyes, motioning to the tub in back of her. "Go check something at the bottom of the tub for me, it might interest you."
Raine walked over to the curtain. "What do you me-, oh my god," she jumped away at the sight, the blood stained tub of the hotel. She turned to Chrys in horror whereas she rolled her eyes. Turning back to the tub, she grimaced, closing her eyes. "Please tell me that’s Kool-Aid."
"If you want to believe that, then it is. That's not what I wanted you to see though. I want you to note the name of the company so neatly engraved into the bottom of the tub then do me a favor, spell it backwards," Chrys picked up a shirt, putting it over her head, popping her head through it with a smirk. "Just for kicks."
"Aller Bmu Incorporated," mumbled Raine as she read it out normally. She didn't fully understand why, but she started to spell it out. "U-M-B-R-E-L-L..." She thought about the rest and scowled. "Aw crap, that's just a coincidence, right?"
Chrys walked to Raine after placing her Kevlar vest on. She placed a hand around her shoulder, smiling sweetly. "No, it actually isn't. It's Umbrella's sister company, that along with Parasol. For the few who actually suspect ill of them, this is so they can set up without worry in wherever they wish..." She still smiled sweetly, finally rolling her eyes as she cuffed lightly to the back of Raine's head. "Genius, you couldn't have figured out something was wrong with this place. Damn, be more suspicious!"
Raine held the back of her head, wincing. She narrowed her eyes. "Hey, it’s not like you figured it out until just now either," She rubbed her head tenderly. "Ow, that really wasn't necessary. You're lucky you caught me off-guard," She looked to the bloody tub then to Chrys. "So what do we do?"
Chrys made her sure her gun was in order. "What else? We mention it to Paul, hope we don't bump into the source of my messed up bath, and get the hell out of here." Without another word, she cocked her gun, raising her eyebrow as she left the room with Raine.
Drake stepped out of the store and scanned the street. As he looked down the street, he noticed his eye sight was incrediblly clear, and he could see much farther then he could before. He cocked his shot gun and slid it across his back and hung a M14 at his side, ready for action. Suddenly he heard the shuffling of feet. He looked down the street and was surprised to see the zombie a good 200 yards away. His hearing was better too. He pulled one of his pistols out and fired a single shot into the zombies head. "Well ladies and gents, that means its time to get going."
Bildo walk back in to the store and looked on the wall at a revolver like his old one his wife has got at the mo. "Just incase" he said to himself putting it in his ankle holster with only 6 rounds in it.
He walked out of the store just to see the zombie drop "Well that was an impressive shot from this distance." He heard Berina say.
"Hey man its was pretty good" Bildo said with a smile.
"I told you, watch out. I've been in the killing buisnes for a long time." Drake said with a bigger smile. Bildo hesitated for a sec then said "Well i shall we guys" and poited his shotgun in the direction of the apartment.
*Back at the apartment*
Roxanne and Erica had made a little sorta base agaist the back wall which was oppersite the front door of the apartment. Jack was led in it still asleep dew to his wounds. Roxanne and Erica leaning out of both sides waiting. *BANG BANG BANG* *BANG BANG BANG* "The things are trying to get" Roxanne called out to Erica "Get ready".