RESIDENT EVIL: The Time is Now (Story board)

Malconin walked with a limp, clutching his side with one hand and girpping his one remaining katana with the other. His charred yet, miraculously, still serviceable leather boots crunched on glass as the walked through the shattered Med-bay doors and into the flickering flurescent light beyond. Beds lay over turned, curtains were torn, and equipment smashed and strewn in all directions.
"There has to be bandages and guazes somewhere in this mess," Berina commented.
"I'll help you look," said Drake as he scanned the room down the barrel of his shotgun.
Malconin ignored their search, limping along the length of the room before haveing to lean against a bench to catch his breath and let a wave of dizziness pass. So shattered was his concentration, that he didn't see the dead person coming through the curtains next to him and yelled out in surprise as a decaying hand fell on his shoulder. Despite the pain, he used every ounce of strengh the swing the katana violently at the creatures head, only to be surprised again as it ducked the blow.
"Malconin! It is me!"
Malconin slumped against the bench again, gazing at the person before him. "Christ Jason, you scared the hell out of me," he breathed.
"You made me look like one of those fu*king dead things!" Jason snapped irritably. "What the fu*k do you expect."
At hearing the yelling, Berina and Drake rushed to the scene, Drake's shotgun coming up intantly to blow the zombies head off. The shot rang loudly through the Med-lab and half of Jason's head splattered across the room.
Jason folded his arms over his chest and turned his massacred face to Drake. "Well, thanks a million. Like I wasn't ugly enough."
"Drake, Berina, meet Jason, one of my enhanced comerades. And Drake, please try not to tear him up any more than you already have."

"Yeh we best get outta here and back to the others" Bildo said walking back to the bus with Shalimar following him.

Raine stared at the blown apart remnants of the once complete ivory phone in wide eyed curiosity. The typing coming from Chrys distracted her and in a robotic motion she turned to the angered soldier. “Hey, Chrys, you mind explaining what that was all about?”

Chrys responded automatically, icy gaze kept on the computer, her voice starting out an irate quiver. “Actually, YES, Raine, I do mind. I mind very much thank you and I have no idea what the hell ANY of that was about…” Chrys couldn’t help but to be bothered, she had a feeling she knew the voice on the other line. But she wouldn’t entertain the idea, it wasn’t plausible. It was possible mind you, considering zombies walking the earth and the whole city having gone to hell, but Chrys wouldn’t except it as logical…not yet.

Hitting the enter key on the old fashioned keyboard, the screen instantly filled up with several pictures, some containing the man from the video she had seen earlier, another with his wife, short black hair, full lips, deep green eyes. In all photos, there was a little girl, dark hair, an almost purple tint in the sunlight, a light fair complexion, a strangely familiar face. Narrowing her eyes to the screen, Chrys glanced to Raine from the corner of her eye, tapping the blue and silver mouse delicately. “Raine, what’s your real name?”

Raine, who had started to practice her aim with the beretta, turned to Chrys with her brows scrunched up. “Excuse me?”

Looking to her fully, Chrys leaned back in the chair. “What is your real name?”

Raine scoffed. “This is coming from the girl named ‘Chrys’. How about you start talking an-”

“Full names Chrysantheum Beatrice Stonewell, my first name derived from the flower Chrysanthemum. Sister’s name was Iris Vyolet, my mother, Lilac, had a thing for flower names,” Chrys explained briskly, raising an eyebrow. Tilting her head to the side, she sat back. “I’ve said my part, now it’s your turn. What’s your name?”

Raine stood in place, surprised at Chrys’s explanation of anything about her. “My name’s Elizabeth…” Chrys waved her hands for her to elaborate. “Elizabeth Ann Taylor. Why do you suddenly care?”

Hiding her realization, Chrys shrugged. “I don’t. Do me a favor? Find me a book called The Devil’s Arithmetic. Google it if you don’t know the author.”

“I know who wrote it…” nodded Raine perplexed, giving Chrys a strange look. Backing away, she turned to a few close by shelves, scanning the dust covered books.

Chrys contemplated what to do after giving Raine her diversion, everything seeming too connected to be coincidence…

(That’s all folks!)

After walking for about 20mins they came back to the bus, Bildo waved Shalimar back up to the room why he filled the bus. As she walked in the hotel entrance she looked back to Bildo smiled and then cocked her M14 and ran upstairs.

Bildo proped his gun up against the side of the bus, he opened the fuel hole on the bus and started to pour. As the can came to an end Bildo heard a dragging, scrapping sound. It starteled him and he dropped the can on the ground close the fuel hole and picked up his shotgun.

He jumped around the back of the bus and aimed his gun at a body on the floor. It was a bullet riddled civilian, There was a line of blood coming from a nearby ally. "Hey oh my god what happened her" Bildo said bending down to aid him. "People.....Uni..forms.....Guns......" The man said gasping for breath. "Ok ok what else what else?, im a police man" Suit...cases.....White......Jump....Suits...." The man said chokeing, his whole body shaking and him settleing gentley on the floor. Blood Trickeling from his mouth.

Bildo stood up thinking, Then headed for the room.

Shalimar began to smell blood so she walked toward the sent only to see bildo and a man."who's your friend?"

"He is dead thats who" Bildo drawing a cross on his body.
"I thought i told you to go upstairs" Bildo said looking up to her.

"Well look you can end up a zombies dinner or you can trust me.Beside i already went up there"

"I do trust you, Do you trust me?" Bildo said raising an eyebrow.
"You did whats up then" Bildo said pumping his shotgun.

((Feralboy did ya like what i did with Shalimar Y you was away))

"yes i trust you& they are ok but we better get up there it's almost night.
~thanks bildo i like the part when she shots her gun and comes back out with some stuff~

Bildo pointed his gun to the ground "Alright then" He said and started walking to the entrance of the hotel with Shalimar close behind him. "Oh and if you didnt notice its night already and im f*cking cold so can we go upstairs" Bildo said nodding his head in the direction of the stairs.

((Np probs just doin my job lol))

shalimar eyes flashed yellow as faced bildo"you got one more f*cking time to speak to me like that "
~thanks agin~

Bildo and Shalimar were walking up the main staircase "Alright Alright calm yo self". Bildo said facing her and winking just as they got to thier floor. "Ladies first" Bildo pointed down the corridor towards thier room.

((Np again))

Shalimar walked toward the door and opened it . looking behind to see if anything besides bildo was there.

Bildo said entering the room "What you looking at" Bildo looked at Shalimar a little funny. On one side of the room Roger was sat there awake and everyone else was fast asleep. "Was wondering when you was coming back" Roger said MP5 in hand. Bildo turned around locked the door behind them. "Were we that long" Bildo said to Roger. "You were gone a fair while, is was gunna come alooking" Roger said and Bildo just srugged. "Well im off to bed" Bildo said to Shalimar and Roger and he climbed into bed with his wife and son.

Malconin scowled at Jason and jabbed him in the shoulder with his katana. "What are you doing here?" He asked testily. "I thought you and the others were supposed to stay together? Now one of our number is dead and you came bloody close. Are you trying to make our lives difficult."
Jason slapped the blade away irritably. "I can sense as much about you as you can about us. I could feel you were injured and came to see if I could help. Ungreatful bastard."
Malconin slammed the katana back into its sheath angrily. "Can you blame me. As if the situation isn't fu*ked up enough already, you and the others have to make it that much harder." Malconin frowned. "Perhaps I should just kill you and absorb what I need to keep the Key in tact."
Jason snorted, a horrible wet sound that sent bits of blood saoked and rotting flesh flying. "You know what will happen if you keep doing that. The build up energy will kill you, and then we'd all be fu*ked." Jason turned to Berina and Drake. "How you two have put up with him for this long I have no idea. He would have driven me mad by now."
"Mad?" Malconin chuckled. "This coming from a dead thing that walks. I think you are well past mad already, my friend."
"Ah, but where would you be without my madness, cousin?"
"I swear, Jason, that if you weren't family, you'd get what's coming to you." Malconin glanced at the bandages in Drake's hand. "Now would someone like to bandage me up, before I bleed to death."

Morgan creeped into the classroom. Limping abit, she had hurt her hip obviously from falling. The classroom was worse than the hallway, and someone was slumped in the corner.
"Kev, babe.." Morgan mumbled, holding onto the wall as she moved. She got closer, and the thing was moving. "Ke-" she stopped, the thing turned.
His face was green and distorted, his mouth was gapping, his clothes were dirty and bloody, and flesh hung from his rotten teeth. Morgan took a few steps back, watching the thing rise to its feet. He lashed at her, his arms were heavy and he moved slow.
"Holy sh*t." Morgan said surprised completely.
What had happened?
Why was she knocked out?
The thing tried to attack her again, grabbing her throat, and trying to bit her. Morgan held his head back, and kneed him hard in the gut. It groan and fell flat on its ass. She proceeded to throw a chair at it, and then run for the hallway, her hip started to burn in pain.
When she reached the main staircase, it was infested with those thing. She took a few steps back, but it was to late. They saw her, and they could smell her. Morgan choked on her saliva. She turned around and the other one was making its way towards her. She had no choice.
She took the stairs up, hoping that there wouldn't be more of those walking dead things. She pushed the heavy fire exit door open, and ran right into one. Before she knew what was happening, she had kicked it hard in the chin and sent it flying over the building.
She could hear them now, groaning and moaning, their feet dragging on the floor. She walked to the ledge, and started to climb down the drain, cluthcing hard enough to make her knuckles bleed, even cutting up her legs and stomach on the way down.
A hand smashed through the window, and grabbed her hand. Morgan let out a loud blood curdling scream, and try to fight it off. The drain now was becoming unhinged. SHe pulled her hand away and punched the thing in the nose, and the drain started to fall. Morgan lost her grip, and plunged down one floor into a heap of garbage.

‘So Raine is actually Elizabeth, the daughter of one of the big twelve of Umbrella. Her mother was genetically enhanced…no experimented on, the outcome not as jolly go lucky swell as Malconin and crew, so she was terminated, courtesy of the UBCS. Not me though, off duty that day…’ Chrys leaned back deep into the chair, closing her eyes as she relaxed, concentrating. ‘Then her father…he was said to have been killed six years ago, at least that’s what his profile read. But he made that video less than two years ago so he must have been in hiding until then…he’s dead now though, he, unlike his other comrades, chose the path of humanity.’

Sighing, Chrys took out a Salem cigarette, only able to place it to her lips, resting her eyes on the darkened ceiling. ‘And the man training her…he was readying her for bigger things, once she’d fully developed, Raine would’ve been inducted into Umbrella…whether she’d wanted to be or not.’

Sticking her cigarette behind her ear, Chrys turned off the screen with the tip of her beretta. “What a fairy tale this has been…” she muttered heavily in sarcasm.

Two hands rested lightly on her shoulders. Chrys looked up once more, seeing Paul look down to her with a curious smile. “What’re you talking about?” He pulled back her hair from her face, kissing her on the forehead.

A calm overtook her, the situation temporarily forgotten. She adjusted herself up in the chair, moving her lips to his, and embraced him quickly, getting in a small kiss as she dragged his head down. Narrowing her eyes, she held onto his hair, head tilted back to look at him. “It is a long story.”

Paul stared down to her, kissing her forehead lightly. He dragged himself away from her plying hands, spinning the swivel chair around so that Chrys now faced him. Crossing his arms, he shrugged. “We’ve got time,” He looked around. “Where’s Raine by the way?”

“Keeping herself busy for the time being,” Chrys murmured, resting her head against the warm glass screen of the computer. She laughed a little to herself, smirking up to Paul, no humor in her eyes. “I…you know, I remember this movie I saw. Reminds me sorta of this…”

Paul looked to her oddly, then sat down, taking a seat beside her, imploring her to continue. Chrys looked up thoughtfully. Getting casual, she leaned forward, elbows resting on her knees as she sat spread eagle, quite un-lady like. “This movie, several strangers were gathered up into this location, trapped there for the night, no escape in sight, tempest raging outside. Sounds like your typical horror movie, right? Well, throughout the evening, they get to know each other, and they all realize they have a lot of things in common, a strange pattern among themselves. Oh, and lets not forget their all slowly being knocked off, one by one, by who or why it’s a mystery…”

Paul closed his eyes as he listened, keeping his arms crossed. He sat in a copied position to Chrys with the exception of him leaning back. “So these people are gathered up, strange similarities, all being hunted down and nowhere to run…what’s the deal?”

At this, Chrys chuckled rather bitterly, calming down her cold laughter quickly. “It’s all a dream, an illusion if you will. None of them exist, instead, they are all identity’s in one very twisted man’s head. However, one of they identities are evil so in order to root it out so that a good identity remains, each ‘person’ is killed off one by one in his head and for awhile all seems Hollywood style good.”

“But if it reminds you of this, all probably didn’t end well…” commented Paul dryly.

“Of course not Paul, life’s no fairy tale,” Leaning up, Chrys closed her legs, opting for crossing them instead. “They thought they ended up with the good identity, but out of the darkness, the bad identity, the innocent identity, the child, the only original one…out from nowhere he came and killed the good identity. And the man, the vessel, was consumed by his dark innocence, and he killed and killed and killed…” Chrys got out from her seat with a heavy breath, shrugging as stood up. “At least, that’s what you’re left to believe…” she trailed off, tapping her beretta against the screen. “What if this was nothing but a dream? We were all gathered here…just to die,” Chrys looked up to Paul, her eyes having lost all warmth, a bitter anger at what might be their fates. “Just to be witness to the end of the world?”

Paul stood up, about to say something, when a loud voice suddenly ran out. “Found it! Finally!” Raine came from around a still standing bookshelf, holding up a paperback book high in the air. At seeing the current scene, she lowered her hand, glancing about awkwardly. “Did I interrupt something?”

Regaining control of her emotions, Chrys shook her head, taking the book from Raine’s hand. “No, not at all. We were just getting ready to leave,” Eyes resting on Paul, she looked to him almost warningly. “Right?”

Paul hesitated, nodding after only a minute as Chrys headed back downstairs, Raine following after the duo as they headed back into the streets of the city.

][where can Morgan find people?][

((OOC:In the liabery and in the hotel at the mo i think lol.))

shalimar heard the scream and race toward it she saw a girl(morgan) "who are you" she said as she pointed her gun at the girl.