so shalimar leaped up to the builds taking Berinas place "hey we got an bus that looks good"she yelled down.then her eyes flashed yellowed an not tring to she leaped onto the shoulders of a zombie that was ahead.she began to punch it and then put her legs around its head and fliped it over .the body flew 10feet infront of the team but her highheel was in its mouth.
Bildo Lifted his head and shook it then spoke "I.... I can drive...." Then he rubbed his head with his right hand and let the shotgun hang by his left. "Berina put me down down thanks im good to run, drive and stuff now thanks newayz hunni" Berina stopped running and put Bildo back on his feet, he shook his head and blinked a few times "There we go mate" she said tapping him on the shoulder and walking past him.
The group came round the corner and there was the bus alright sat there, it looked safe enough. Shalimar was stood there leaning against the bus. "What took you guys so long" she said with a smirk.
"Very FUNNY" Bildo said "But good work" he came out with soon after.
Drake eyed the bus. "I'll ride on the roof. Theres no way I'm gonna let a bus take some of my kills away. And besides, its would probably be best to kill crowds of zombies by gun and hand....and sword, not just blow through them, for safty reasons. It would suck to die in a car crash after all of this."
"Hehe yeah that would suck but Im driving so I'll try not crash hehe" Bildo said to Drake walking past Shalimar looking in her hypnotizing yellow eyes, he winked as he pasted walking to the side of the bus, Bildo blinked and shook his head because of rarity of Shalimar's eyes. Bildo said to Drake "leg up mate" as he bent down and waited for Drake to climb up. "Thanks Bildo" Drake said moving to the front of the bus. Bildo walked along the bus and walked in the open door, all was clear nothing dead or alive inside the bus was in perfect condiction. It was amazing. Bildo sat down in the driver's seat "ALL ABOARD" he shouted finding the keys in the ignition. He twisted the key as the team was boarding and the bus jumped and rumbled as it sat waiting. "AND WE'RE OFF" Bildo shouted and started off slowly so Drake didnt fall off, He stuck to about a 20MPH speed limit so Drake could say on top.
*Meanwhile Back At The Apartment*
*BANG BANG BANG* The lickers went on the door and window barracade. "They are almost in" Roxanne called out across to Erica 'hurry up guys' Erica thought to herself. Jack Strirred in his sleep all the while.
Malconin slipped down the alley behind the gun shop and out into the street, crossing it quickly and ducking into another alley. The others didn't even seem to realize he had disappeared, which suited him just fine. He double checked that he had loaded all his new weapons, then grasped the two katanas strapped to his side and drew them out.
He smiled at the blades as they glimmered in the light of a nearby fire. By pure luck, he had stumbled on the blades in the store room of the gun shop and knew instantly that these were no cheap western knock off. These were the real thing, probably smuggled in from japan by whoever owned the gun store before all hell broke loose.
Malconin set off at a jog, his mind concentrating hard. He had began to sense the presence of others as he entered the gun shop, but had kept it quiet, not wanting the others to know. He had a feeling he knew just who that presence was that was niggleing in his mind, but couldn't be one hundred percent sure. In any event, he knew that that presence had been the one to kill one of his enhanced beings earlier in the night.
Malconin's grip tightened on the katana hilts. He intended to make that person apologize for dooming them to eternal hell.
"God d*mmit! Mal isn't here," yelled Drake from the roof. He banged on the roof of the bus with his fist. "Keep going Berina. I'm gonna find him. I don't care how fu*cking enhanced he is, but when I find him, I'm gonna rip his heart out." Of course Drake wasn't mad at Mal for leaving, he was mad that Mal would leave without taking him. If Mal was going to kill some more zombies, Drake wanted to be apart of it. "Don't come with me either," Drake yelled at Berina above the wind and bus engine. Drake looked at Shalimar. "That means both of you gals. This is my fight." He took one of the two radios he had grabbed from the store before they left, and tossed it to his boss. "We'll keep in touch. If we're not back in 2 hours, don't expect to see us again." Drake jumped off the side of the bus and watched as it drove out of site. "Ok brother, where are you?" Drake said, mumbling to himself. As Drake jogged back towards the store, a strong scent hit him. It was the smell of someone that was alive. "Alright Mal, just keep stinking."
OOC: Hmm, this just got quite interesting...gonna make something up real type quick...
Chrys left the room quickly, Raine following close behind. She glanced up and down the hall for anything out of the ordinary. The floor was plain white along with the hall, giving a feeling of being in purgatory, an ominous shine being emitted with the combination of the rising sun. Fingering the trigger on her beretta, she motioned for Raine to follow her to the stairwell.
The two flew down the steps quickly, bursting out into the hall quickly. Chrys walked up to the door, scowling slightly before leaning against the wall. Raine looked to her in confusion, finally sticking her hand out to the door in an exaggerated motion. "Well...what are you waiting for? Open the door."
Chrys, who had started to close her eyes, opened one up skeptically to Raine. "With what? My mystical powers? Should I call upon my b*tchiness and command it to open quickly?" She opened up both eyes after her sarcasm, placing a hand to her forehead. "I didn't get the key...and judging by the looks of it, you didn't either."
Raine shrugged, pounding on the door. "Then Paul will let us back in." She knocked harder onto the door, her punches growing weak after a few minutes. "Any time now..."
Holding back a laugh, Chrys shook her head, leaning against the wall casually. "He can be a real heavy sleeper at times. Give him a half hour and..." she trailed off, her gaze turning down the hall to the vent. It had made a slight rumble, something waking up in the musty darkness. Raine hadn't noticed it and started to comment, Chrys raising a hand to silence her. A small shake was heard, barely audible but loud enough for the two to glance between each other.
"Wonder what it could be..." mumbled Raine, a hand resting on the door.
Raising her beretta, she pointed to the vent. "One way to find out," She fired into the vent, raising an eyebrow at the lack of action. The vent remained the same, dark and mysterious, a now smoking hole coming from it's centre. Narrowing her eyes, she started to note a change. Red had started to pour from the vent, creeping down slowly. It soon started to come through in a rapid succession, then, rushing through the cracks. The entrance shook violently, a green claw finally bursting through a hole. A head fell through, followed by several others, each one more mutilated than the first. Finally, an amphibous like head started to be seen, it desperately trying to fit in through the hole it had made.
Widening her eyes, she lowered her beretta. "Damn...wasn't expecting that. G-type."
Raine glanced at the creature quickly, before turning to the handle, pulling on the door knob frantically. "What's a G-type?"
"G-type..." murmured Chrys, backing up. "As in 'gee' this 'type' of beretta isn't worth a crap against that. Stand back from the handle," Raine started to pull more urgently whereas Chrys knocked her aside, rolling her eyes as the vent flew off , the creature tossing aside countless bodies to reach them. "Like I said before, blow the thing off." She destroyed the handle, wasting no time as she kicked in the door, pulling Raine in just as the Hunter flew by, missing a head swipe by inches.
Closing the door behind them, the two quickly braced the door with a dresser. Chrys walked up to Paul who seemed to still be sleeping. "Paul...sweetie," She shook him violently. "Wake the hell up! It's time we check out." She shook him furiously, after less than a second, Paul waking up groggy eyed.
"What? What is it? What's going on?" He sat up, rubbing his eyes vigorously.
"Long story short: Hotels been harboring bodies, smell was somehow hidden, Hunter in the hall, we have to go," smiled Raine. Quickly picking up their items, she started to head back to the door, but stopped at a sudden realization. "We're trapped in here..."
Paul leaned over the bed, his face scrunched up. "No we're not."
Chrys turned to the rumbling door, backing up as a claw appeared, splattering wood across the area. They couldn't really use an explosive, they were too close within the vicinity. She glanced to Paul, more amused than horrified by the circumstances. "Really, than what do you call this?"
The Hunter finally destroyed the door, just when Paul let loose several shells into the creature. Narrowing his eyes, he placed his weapon over his shoulder. "Disturbing my sleep," He stepped over the creature, his eyes half closed and started to walk down the hall. Chrys and Raine quickly glanced to each other, before shrugging, following after him and out the hotel.
(To be Continued...)
"He doesn't need anyone when he goes off in a huff like that. I've known Drake for a lot longer than you have Shalimar and if one of us went after him, he'd not only be insulted but angry as well." Berina sighed a little, in truth she did want to follow him, her cat instincts were growing stronger and she needed to find out several things, tempted to do so on her own.
*Continuation
The trio made it from the hotel quickly out into the cool brisk air of morning, and with the exception of the Hunter Paul had shot down, everything seemed to be going smoothly. It would’ve been better if the area wasn’t so heavily choked in decay, the very air around them carrying a noxious stomach wrenching fume, but they would have to settle with it until they managed to escape.
‘That is…if we manage to escape…’ thought Chrys apathetically to herself. She wasn’t starting to lose hope, she didn’t have much to begin with. But she figured she might as well not be too optimistic about the situation. ‘After all, it sucks to get let down.’
Taking out the clip from her gun, she looked at it under the sunlight, twirling it, keeping a steady gaze as beams of light reflected around the parking lot area. “So Paul, what do you want to do from here?” Looking up, she saw him halfway across the lot, walking as he if were half asleep.
After a minute of walking at his sluggish paced, he stopped, letting out a loud yawn as if he had just woken up for the first time. Exhaling, he relaxed his shoulders and the grip on his shotgun as he waited for Raine and Chrys to catch. “What do you have to do?”
Not wanting to reveal she wasn’t yet done with her objectives, Chrys turned her glance to the side, placing the clip back into her beretta all the awhile. “Don’t you have to go back to your people right about now? I’m sure they must be worr-” She stopped talking at seeing his expression, a slightly agitated one at the fact that she wasn’t answering his question. She crossed her arms, making a face. “See, I’m just trying to save us trouble and you can’t even let me do that,” Sighing, she started to walk by his left side, Raine by his right. “I have just one objective left before I’m done. It’s simple enough, I’ll explain it out thoroughly once we reach our destination. We’re heading to the T.V. station, I think it’s about a thirty minute walk from here. Not to sure where ‘here’ is though so I’m probably wrong.”
Raine pointed ahead as she spoke heavily in sarcasm. “Well, how about we just head to the huge building ahead of us…you know, the one with the radio antennae’s and satellite dishes surrounding the area. It might just be the place we-”
“I get it,” Chrys shook her head, rolling her eyes as she did so. Muttering beneath her breath, she turned an amused glance to Raine. “Smartass,” Holstering her beretta, she moved behind the two, motioning for them to walk as she did so. “I’ll cover us from the back. You can stay in the center and Paul, you can watch the front. That’s okay?”
The two nodded, starting to walk in a linear formation, Paul carefully watching the path before them, Raine glancing from side to side. A few minutes in walking as such, Raine and Paul started to get into a conversation, Chrys staying strangely silent all the while. She couldn’t focus on them, something else was on her mind. The dead corpses in the street, the remnants of blood, red too deep to be washed away in one night’s downpour. It was a warning of what was to come, what would happen to the rest of the world if Umbrella wasn’t stopped, if their reign of power didn’t come to an end. Those thoughts had been circulating her mind, but that wasn’t the thing bothering her. What was bothering her was a realization she had started to come to ever since leaving the hotel.
Someone…or something…one of the two was out in the city, one of the two was following them. She didn’t know why she thought so, it was her sixth sense acting up, her high sense of paranoia. Since childhood, she had been able to feel when eyes were on her, someone watching her from the dark, approaching from the distance.
Shaking the feeling, she turned back to her surroundings, biting her lip uneasily. ‘Maybe you’re just being paranoid. Why would something be after us? Hunters and lickers wouldn’t be out for our blood during the middle of the day…would they? Perhaps its one of Paul’s comrades…? But if that’s the case…’
Letting out a shiver well hidden from the others, she looked directly ahead, her blue eyes sparkling as she thought. ‘Why won’t this feeling of anxiety leave me, as if, something might just end up going down?’ She wouldn’t call it fear, she refused to. It was the unknown, piquing her curiosity and worries. Taking out her beretta, her expression became vindictive. ‘Whatever it is, I won’t let it stop me. I’ve gone through too much,’ Thinking onto her bruises, the spite in her eyes became colder. ‘Far too much…to be stopped by whatever is menacing my mind. Whether its imagination or reality, I’ll have to be on my guard…’
The station now looming ahead, lights could be seen from the top floor, satellites still intact and most likely, a signal still being able to be received. Chrys’s hidden threat had remained invisible, whether it was after the trio or not she wasn’t sure, whether it was even there she didn’t even know. “Maybe it was just my imagination…but if not guess there’ll be a showdown at the T.V. station…”
“What?” Paul, who had just finished winning his argument against Raine, turned to Chrys in wonder. “You said something?”
Chrys shook her head, a calm expression on her face. “Nope,” Quickening her pace, she walked up to the doors of the station, music being heard from the outside, the vibrations of a familiar orchestra beat vibrating the handles of the door. “I recognize this beat, muffled as it is,” She sighed, preparing to open the doors with an amused expression, a glint to her eyes and gusto in her tone. “Lady and Gentleman, it’s about time we wrapped this up…”