Apparently, no effort had been made as prevention for the fleeing speedboat’s apprehension. The light boat beating against each wave, conversation had started up so as to gain bearings in a sense. Each man beside him, Nicolai had seated himself in the back middle. Making sure as to collect weaponry for him, a small handgun was fitted to his hip in a few minutes of notice. It seemed that Europe was in fact untouched by infection, which was only more welcoming for himself. Less the bother, as far as he was concerned, a thick tangent of Russian blending with the boat engine, it made just along the coast.
Docking was a simple process, the large ship beside them, it appeared in a slightly worn condition. However, that was hardly a matter as each man brought himself upwards to reach the deck. Feet planted, the exact number of men, in this specific crew was gradually made known. Eight men, most likely trained in various means that applied to their specific occupations were stationed in a rather lazed position. After all, people’s perception of being under control was limited when their superior or leader in a sense was away. One thing was urgent though, exiting these waters and returning to the coast of Croatia was a necessity. No obvious signs of infection were amongst the crew either, as the ship hadn’t remained docked to hide for more then three hours.
It wasn’t a sense of alarm either, so they weren’t going to focus on such precautions. Form passing along the deck, eyes shifted to the left, then right before he had made certain no ships were making their way to intercept them. “Alright. We will make for Croatia, and leave these waters. This, ‘infection’ wont be affecting us. We’ll take vacation, and enjoy the sights.” Laughter arose before the men moved to begin the process of starting the ship engine.
Roaring to life, the boat lurched forward, the speedboat as well having been hitched so as not to lose it. Hey, they could sell it. More money to be placed in pockets came easily welcomed. Attending to his hunger, Nicolai sat within the ships single lower deck. Staring at the thrumming engine, a plate of food rested on the railing. Nothing was of worry as of yet. Attention drawn, eyes passed to a small assembly of rodents. Brow lofting, he tossed a small amount of bread towards the group. Not even the slightest reaction, only motionless forms were amongst the small cluster of rodents. They were dead, right? Ignoring it, eyes once more rested against the engine. It was going all right, everything was perfectly fine.
Those rodents were indeed dead, killed by some unknown means. Pit less eyes still rested openly staring at the other’s forms. Form still yielding to the railing; he was basically done with his meal, the instant regret occurring he hadn’t fetched a drink to suit his thirst. Turning, he carried the plate, stepping over the rodents. Unknown to him, a small twitch occurred with one of the rodents. Was it still alive? Exiting the engine room, he took each step, uncaring of the slight rodent problem. They didn’t get into the food supply, hell they were like pets.
On the upper deck of the frieghtor, Matt was curiously watching the two smaller boats coming in. Thinking to himself: "hmm...who are those guys?...They look like they have been through hell too..."
Matt then looks at the silver bullet hanging from his necklace, remembering his horrible past as he starts walking back to his quarters.
The first boarding party was now sealed within the containment area and Berina looked around a little as she and Seth were escorted to their containment cells, she looked over to the two officers escorting them and spoke in Cantonese, "How long will containment be running for?"
The male officer spoke up first, "It depends on how long you've been out in the contaminated zones for."
Berina nodded slightly and continued onward.
((Shal etc can post being escorted onto the ship too...the others that where with Berina need to post being escorted to the containment cells))
(hey dragon thanks i havent been on for awhile! College it keeps me busy)
Seth than asked if the animal companions can stay with him its all hes got. He than bent down to the dog as the dog nose looked up and the ferret nose stook out and they started to smell each as seth just brushed his hand through the german sheppards silky hair.
Originally posted by zslick
(hey dragon thanks i havent been on for awhile! College it keeps me busy)Seth than asked if the animal companions can stay with him its all hes got. He than bent down to the dog as the dog nose looked up and the ferret nose stook out and they started to smell each as seth just brushed his hand through the german sheppards silky hair.
The same officer shook his enhelmet head, "I'm sorry sir but the best I can do is place them in the containment cell next to you. The animals will be in for a shorter time but they need a separate cubicle for scientific reasons that are difficult to explain."
Originally posted by Shalimar_fox
Shalimar was already on the boat an ready to go"can we please hurry up,i think i'm gonna be seasick"
The female commander smiled a little, seemingly amused. "I won't be too long now ma'am."
Yoshiaki just remained silent and did as the chinese asked thinking about how the virus is still out of Japan, some of his relatives were possibly still alive which drove him to think more. He noticed the others not respecting the treatment as much as they should be, "If it weren't for these people, we would possibly be somewhere in mainland America fighting zombies or something trying to find our way south or something to a country that still has an operational airport. They deserve atleast my trust..." he thought to himself.
(Sorry about lack of posting i've been busy mostly with work now [yay finally got a job 1st job ever] and with loads of other stuff)
(That's alright...I kinda half expected all this inactivity to begin around now)
The chinese officer escorting Yoshiaki nodded slightly to him as he opened the door to the containment cell and ushered him in. The room was well lit with a small shelf of books in several different languages, a comfortable looking bed, a small separate 'room' for the toilet, shower and a basin as well as a bedside table with a small lamp that was turned off.
The chinese woman shook her head at Shalimar's comment, "We need to be assured that none of you are infected, if we allowed one person to come aboard without going through containment then the risk of the virus spreading would be far too great to allow that person to live." Her tone was eerily casual.
What happened? A short nap had led to these events? Screaming, it was filling the small cargo area, haunting completely. Gritting his teeth, the male nearly kicked the door open to his private room. "Korovin, what happened? Who is that screaming?" Gripping the passing partner, he spun him around almost neatly, before planting his foot along the other's right to prevent his movements. Panicked, that's what the other's face shown. As if something had been done on his part to cause such events that he knew nothing of. "Nicolai, Vasilyv's was bit by a rat. He seemed fine, we were even making jokes. Then he started to twitch eyes getting very white. We do not know what happened to him. Samuel got close enough to take a look.."
Korovin's face suddenly went pale as he resumed the description, his russian instantly kicking in rather then english. Words falling forth, some repeated and others slurred, Nicolai knew what had happened. A blunt description really, but it was in well enough proportion. The rats, somehow a few had snuck aboard. Infected one's at that. Vasilyv was dead, along with Samuel. "Did you kill them?" The male shaking his head, resumed talking saying he and the others had tied the two against four large crates.
That wasn't a real answer that the captain was looking for. "Why did you not kill them?!" Voice raised, more screams echoed, thoughts instantly dashed. Basically dragging his partner with him, Nicolai made it across deck, then downward to the cargo door. Five turned into three, that really wasn't an impressive number. Again, their stories came out, perhaps less gruesome then depicted by his friend Korovin, but still in all the same terrible.
Eyes closing for a moment, he only ran a hand upwards along his hair, follicles returning to their eased state. "Did you kill the rats?" As if answering this himself, one of his two remaining men was looking rather pale. He was even grasping his wrist. Oh god, he better not have been nursing that. Instantly becoming tense, he made no notice as to seeing the event. "I'll take that as a no. First, we need to send our comrades off in there." Each man gathering themselves picked a weapon as to deal out the dirty job.
Such annoyed thoughts, they were old friends now turned into filth. Expertise wasted on vile infections, and a corrupt corporation. Hatred indeed was building within him as each man held their weapon. Mainly handguns as that was the easiest to weild. Bracing themselves, Korovin made a move to open the door. A slow creak, then nothing. Absolutely nothing was sounding. Not even the ship's usual noise vocabulary. That affronting odor was the first to reach his nose. Rotten fruit, strange it smelled dully sweat. Allowing Korovin to lead, they made past the first hall of large crates. The two men would be tied within the main encircled crates. A cough brought him to double back and turn. It had been Basil, the other who most likely have been bit. Gripping the weapon between his fingers, those amber optics stared violently.
That was the trigger almost, a form showing just above a blue crate. Gazing upwards, he instantly felt in a negative state. The other's appearance was so torn, as if the flesh had simply fallen off his skin. It almost made one want to vomit at the sight. Of course he had seen these things previously, but this current situation was a little much. Regaining composure, he was welcomed with the berrating gunfire, bullets richocheting off metal crates before the figure was hit. A shoulder hit wouldn't do. Aiming himself, he fired off two shots, the first smashing into the infected Vasilyv, or at least that's who he thought it to be. The second shot was for the money, the bullet slamming into the figure's right optic, exiting just above it's ear. The exit wound was a mass of shattered bone and flesh, resembling a spherical curve.
The dead weight fell forward landing with a heavy thud. Stepping away, the next scream was welcomed by Samuel racing down the hall. It wasn't a real run, but more or less a mangled shuffle. Samuel's wound was easy to tell, straight on his forehead. Teeth marks even. Korovin and Basil tended to this one, ripping directly through the already deceased body. Shards of flesh hitting the floor allowed a final glimpse of Samuel's blown apart head hitting the ground. Dead, incapacitated, he had to bring himself to kill his own men. At least the dead was done. The rats however were a different story.
They had left the cargo hold, taking with them three tanks of gasoline. He hadn't told the remaining crew what they were for. Basil was positioned just behind Korovin, Nicolai himself busy thinking on what was the best way to destroy the rodents. A sudden noise met his ears resembling that of a gurgle. Again his form tightened considerably, before he turned drawing his weapon. In that one motion, Basil had lunged forward taking down Korovin. He really didn't have to see that, let alone wished he hadn't. At least Basil was preoccupied with his meal at least for now. A rough kick brought the nearby gasoline tank to the ground. Lid broken, liquid slowly seeped out in a fine stream. This must not be the best way, but he had to get rid of them. Aiming his gun, two shots rang, their targets the usual decapitation shot. Well, for these two at least. Each figure's head rose before colliding with the ground, a small amount of blood splatter easing along the ground. Gas mixing with blood, an instant thought rose that this ship didn't have the best prospect of being burned. Let alone sank. That damn virus would fly through like wildfire.
He felt like screaming, he had lost his bearings as well. Croatia was nowhere in sight, let alone that Chinese ship wasn't there either. He really didn't like speaking in that language. Nothing against the culture, just everything against the people. Stumbling through almost, his voice was lost well enough. He had a radio, but calling in would most likely be picked up by some nearby ship. Containment, he didn't want that. Though, if he were infected now, by some airborne carrier, he'd most likely be killed. That was the efficient way of dealing with the threat. No, no he wasn't infected. He had spent that much time at America, now this as well. His team was taken care of, and rats only bit you when you weren't aware.
A hand rested upon the steering room's door slowly pushing it open. That door always stuck, now was no exception. Finally working his way through, he spotted the radio, let alone the open view of the outside world. They had hardly made any length, almost as if they had stayed perfectly still. Damn it! His crew was lazy in a sense, but this was hardly the best time to gourge on that fact. Eyes roaming towards the radio situated in the room, a hand slowly made for it.
They'd be on the basic station most likely. He wouldn't stay around though, they'd at least have to catch him. Holding the recall button on the small mic, his thick accent ran out across the nearest radios. The accent of course was fake, but it was easier to succumb with insolent opinions on russians then show his true language intellect. "Hello? This is Nicolai Kroznekov. I need help. My crew, they aren't so good. They are dead, I am only survivor." It was almost a smile that passed his lips. That coy accent, it was the most convincing thing out there. Cutting the line, he was rushing now. The speed boat would be perfect. Leaning over the side, eyes rent downward to see what was left of the speed boat. It had detached in a wave and fallen completely out of reach. He was sane, a jump like that was impossible without breaking a few things, let alone getting drenched. He had wanted to store equipment, but by the looks of it he had caught himself. It was almost a good time to give up, but all that he did was proceed back to his quarter. Waiting was the best thing as of now. A solitary gunshot sounded. Damn rats. It's blown apart corpse rested just outside the doorway. That was a first. No rats usually made it into his room. Samuel usually sought after that. Shutting the door, the man sat quietly within his chair. Reaching over to a nearby table, a book was taken up. He'd get some reading in before the confrontation. His gun rested just along his lap, the book being propped up by it. Surely he'd have nightmares, but that's all they were nightmares.
((Yikes, might of typed too much there. Eh, sort of short summary. Nicolai's crew was infected by rats, gradually Nicolai killed all of them. He thought about burning the boat down, but didn't due to he might spread it. He made a call to the Chinese ship or containment center, whichever would be better. Tried leaving but his speed boat was out of reach, and went back to his room to wait.))