Survival Horror of the Fittest (RP Thread)

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James leaned back in the seat of the car. It had been ages since he'd been to Cedarbrook, though this wasn't exactly the same premise. Last time, it had been a trip with his girlfriend, and they were just passing through. This time...

He looked forward to putting an end to this case, which he had already ruled to be a transportation problem or something of the sort. Hardly called for CIA intervention, but he supposed it was part of the job.

He looked out the window, the back seat starting to feel rather uncomfortable to him, as he was prone to motion sickness on these curvy backroads. It was, perhaps, the only thing he hated about the area. The desert was beautiful, and on any non-work-related business, he'd probably have pulled over and camped for a few nights, just to enjoy the raw beauty of the area.

Looking back into the car, to his right was his assigned partner for the case. He'd never really met her before, though he'd seen her around the office. Their boss had said it would be an opportunity for him to hone his skills, working with a more experienced officer on such a case, though he would ratehr have taken it on his own, considering the occasion being as minor as it was.

James pulled the files for the case out and began looking them over, trying to get his bearings on the place.

"So... kids go missing right around teh time of a murder spree and now we get called in to check it out... Are we sure that it isn't just some elaborate high school hoax or bus issues?" He was talking to himself more than anything, though he knew it would probably draw unwanted attention to him, now that he thought it through. He shook his head, wishing the local trooper driving them into town would turn on the radio, but unable to form the words.

The weight of his gun against his belt had grown welcome surprisingly quickly. He had tried to tell Eirika that he didn't need a new gun, though she'd bought him a Desert Eagle for his birthday anyway, claiming it would be more useful than the old Jericho 941 he had grown up shooting. He wasn't sure how so, but he decided to bring it along on something minor to get used to the feel. The empty desert landscape flew past all around them, and he finally closed the folders containing their briefings. He was quite ready for an arrival, though it was now indeterminate as to whether they'd ever get there. It felt to him as thoguh they'd been in the car for hours. He wished someone would say something to break the silence, though at this point, it felt as though that, too, was an empty dream.

He turned to his partner, now unable to bear the silence any longer and looking for some form of conversation until they got into town.

"So, how long you been working for the CIA?"

Donny limped quickly through the forest on one crutch. The other had broken when he had fallen about three hundred yards ago. Blood covered his right arm also from the fall. He was panting heavily and sweat was poring out of his glands. Donny stopped at a nearby tree and closed his eyes. He started to cry as he slid down the tree. "Oh my god. What happened to us?" He kept repeating to himself.

His eyes opened and his body shivered. Hours had passed and his arm stopped bleeding. He crawled towards his crutch, picked it up, and used it to lift himself up. Donny slowly made his way another hundred yards when he noticed a strange smell. He turned his head to the left and screamed. A corpse was sitting up against the tree. It had a meat cleaver down his skull all the way towards the nostrils.

Frank was inside his little cabin he had built in the woods. He knew the town wasn't safe anymore, even for him. Frank got up from his chair, and went into his toolshed. He got his chainsaw out and went on his daily "hunting session." He also brought along his skinning knife, incase he caught anything. He entered the woods.

carl walked through the woods, content from his last meal of 2 hares and a dear. he was on his way back to his territory, witch the human frank had, unfortunately for carl, built his cabin on. now carl had to be careful when he was walking around.

Frank was walking through the trees thinking. Perhaps he should make a run back to town and get a hunting rifle. Yeah, it would be risky, but it would be worth it. After all, the chainsaw was loud. Frank pulled out his map. he turned towards the direction of the town and started to walk.

Donny gripped the handle of the butcher knife. He tugged on until it finally came out with a blood curtling pop. His eyes watered and he puked onto the corpse. Donny dropped the butcher knife and fell to the ground. He couldn't stop puking. After a minute of laying on the ground, Donny pushed himself up and grabbed the butcher knife again. "I need to find the town," He whispered to himself as he slid the butcher knife into his pants.

Frank made his way to the clearing. It looked no differnet since when he last saw it. He made his way through the streets, his hands on his chainsaw. There were beings in this town. He passed his old buture shop. He saw the gun store. He made his way there.

Joshua was dirty, scared, hurt and alone. It had been weeks since he last saw his family and he knew that somehow they we're looking for him. It had also been a while since he last saw his friends. He had got separated from them after the last attack they suffered. He was desperately hoping that he came across at least one of them but was quickly losing faith every time he had to run from whatever it was that was hunting him.

In just the few weeks that he had been lost in the woods, he had came close to death twice. The first time, Josh was running away from some creatures that attacked him, his classmates and their two professors, when they were on a field trip to this desolate town called Ceadergrove. They were running through the woods and he almost ran over a steep embankment.

The second time was right after he got separated from the group. He was in the place where the field trip took place and was hoping that everybody would come back here. After a few hours of waiting, the power had went out. Josh wasn't an idiot, so he didn't go out to explore. instead, he tried to find something to protect himself with. As he was walking through the back room of the place he start off point, (Don't know what to call it. Where did we get dropped off at at the beginning of the field trip?) he saw a large shadow fly pass the window.

He knew he had to act fast. He couldn't find anything but some cleaning supplies in a janitors closet and that's when the monster mad it's move. It swatted Joshua us against the wall and scratched him up pretty bad. Joshua grabbed some kind of liquid and splashed it in the thing's face. As it screeched, Joshua tried to get away but it grabbed his leg with it's spiky fingers. Josh felt the blood pump from his wound but couldn't feel the pain thanks to the adrenaline in his system.

He fought as hard as he could, but the monster was just to strong. He noticed that it still couldn't see based on it's wild movements so Josh grabbed a broom and shoved it in the monsters mouth. When the thing pulled it out of it's mouth, Joshua hopped out of there. It was a miracle that the monster couldn't follow him because of it's damaged eyesight. Now he was looking for a familiar face, praying that it wasn't 'Dr. Nasty'.

Clarissa opened her eyes, she didnt know where she was but she knew that she was very cold! She put her shaking hand into her pocket and found her lighter. With her shaking hands she manged to get the lighter to work. She curved her one hand over he flame to block out any wind or draft. She knew she was in a room, she could see walls all around her. As she tried to get up but she felt a sharp pain in her leg so she leaned against the wall for support. She wanted to get a better feel of her surroundings to work out what was in the room so she tried her lighter again.

As Clarissa searched around the dark room she moved her hand slightly on the ground and she couls feel something wet on her hand. She put the lighter to her hand and to her horror she noticed that it was blood. She moved the lighter in the direction that her hand was and saw a pair of eyes staring at her. As she tried to take a closer look her body wasnt prepared for what she saw. There infront of her was a body of a young man....Well half a body.

Clarissa fell back against the wall and let out a huge scream.

Donny limped towards a nearby tree to catch his breath. Shear exhaustion had completely covered him. He stuck his arm out to hold himself up against the tree. After a moment he started to walk away from the tree. Suddenly Donny was tackled to the ground. The attacker relentlessly punched his back. The man searched Donny's pockets and found the butcher knife. He flipped Donny over and raised the knife up into the air.

Donny raised his arms up to block the knife but the man knocked his hands away and stabbed one into the ground. He screamed out in pain but knew no one could hear him. Donny reached for his crutch, with his other arm, and hit the man as hard as he could. Their was a loud snap and the man fell over with his head to the side. Blood pored out of Donny's hand as he pulled the knife out. He looked at the unconscious killer and stuck it into his throat. When he saw the man awake with his throat sliced, he started to run around and panicked. After a moment he fell to the ground completely silent. Donny crunched over and puked again. A scream rang through the forest.

Frank tried the door. It was locked.......So he chainsawed it. The Door fell down. He went into the shop. Most of the stuff was already gone. The stuff that was left was: A pistol, a shotgun, 2 scopes, a hunting rifle, and some ammo lying around. Frank picked up the rifle as well as a scope and some ammo. Frank then procceded to leave the store.

Originally posted by Diablo Cerberus
<<Alright, everything's a go. Feel free to post your intros as necessary.>>

James leaned back in the seat of the car. It had been ages since he'd been to Cedarbrook, though this wasn't exactly the same premise. Last time, it had been a trip with his girlfriend, and they were just passing through. This time...

He looked forward to putting an end to this case, which he had already ruled to be a transportation problem or something of the sort. Hardly called for CIA intervention, but he supposed it was part of the job.

He looked out the window, the back seat starting to feel rather uncomfortable to him, as he was prone to motion sickness on these curvy backroads. It was, perhaps, the only thing he hated about the area. The desert was beautiful, and on any non-work-related business, he'd probably have pulled over and camped for a few nights, just to enjoy the raw beauty of the area.

Looking back into the car, to his right was his assigned partner for the case. He'd never really met her before, though he'd seen her around the office. Their boss had said it would be an opportunity for him to hone his skills, working with a more experienced officer on such a case, though he would ratehr have taken it on his own, considering the occasion being as minor as it was.

James pulled the files for the case out and began looking them over, trying to get his bearings on the place.

"So... kids go missing right around teh time of a murder spree and now we get called in to check it out... Are we sure that it isn't just some elaborate high school hoax or bus issues?" He was talking to himself more than anything, though he knew it would probably draw unwanted attention to him, now that he thought it through. He shook his head, wishing the local trooper driving them into town would turn on the radio, but unable to form the words.

The weight of his gun against his belt had grown welcome surprisingly quickly. He had tried to tell Eirika that he didn't need a new gun, though she'd bought him a Desert Eagle for his birthday anyway, claiming it would be more useful than the old Jericho 941 he had grown up shooting. He wasn't sure how so, but he decided to bring it along on something minor to get used to the feel. The empty desert landscape flew past all around them, and he finally closed the folders containing their briefings. He was quite ready for an arrival, though it was now indeterminate as to whether they'd ever get there. It felt to him as thoguh they'd been in the car for hours. He wished someone would say something to break the silence, though at this point, it felt as though that, too, was an empty dream.

He turned to his partner, now unable to bear the silence any longer and looking for some form of conversation until they got into town.

"So, how long you been working for the CIA?"

Melrose was starring out of the window, To anyone who happened to look at her it would appear that she was lost in a trance but Melrose was actually working. This case troubled her to no end. A class on a field trip had gone missing and the town wanted answers and it was up to her to find these answers.

She had worked with a Criminal Profilist on many occasions before, and was always intrigued of their work that she herself had been studying the human mind in her spare time. And even though she wasn't licensed to give out a profile on a killer, her experience and her knowledge gave her a rough idea.

She was snapped out of her thoughts by a voice. She turned around to face her new partner James and said. 'A few years now.How about your self?'

She really didn't care for much conversation especially with him, but for some unknown reason they were thrown together and she knew that if she spoke now and then it might back the time they spent together go a bit faster. The thing was that Melrose just wanted this case to be over with. It was starting to give her nightmares.

Originally posted by android217
Donny limped towards a nearby tree to catch his breath. Shear exhaustion had completely covered him. He stuck his arm out to hold himself up against the tree. After a moment he started to walk away from the tree. Suddenly Donny was tackled to the ground. The attacker relentlessly punched his back. The man searched Donny's pockets and found the butcher knife. He flipped Donny over and raised the knife up into the air.

Donny raised his arms up to block the knife but the man knocked his hands away and stabbed one into the ground. He screamed out in pain but knew no one could hear him. Donny reached for his crutch, with his other arm, and hit the man as hard as he could. Their was a loud snap and the man fell over with his head to the side. Blood pored out of Donny's hand as he pulled the knife out. He looked at the unconscious killer and stuck it into his throat. When he saw the man awake with his throat sliced, he started to run around and panicked. After a moment he fell to the ground completely silent. Donny crunched over and puked again. A scream rang through the forest.

carl stared at the young man screaming and bleeding from the hand. he began to stalk him.

He shook his head, catching a bit of uneasiness in her voice. "About a year and a half. Used to be on SWAT with the LVPD, but I needed the higher paycheck to make ends meet..." He ended it there, sensing that his "partner" was not one for casual chatter. Wasted effort, that. He had only just realized how out of place his Irish accent really was, and it troubled him to no end that he now had to spend hours on a case he had long since called a transportation error with someone who seemed to be off in her own world...

As the car screeched to a halt, he looked out at the scenery around them. It looked like a ghost town, perhaps, from an old Western or Scooby-Doo reruns. He caught his partner just outside the vehicle and made himself painstakingly clear. "Let's get this straight: I don't like partners, you don't like me. Let's find them and get out of here ASAP, savvy?"

Melrose just looked James up and down. 'Savvy? Do I look like a bloody pirate! Listen here, I am not here to entertain you or to keep you in deep conversations, so finding these kids and whatever bloody psycho is out there suits me fine.' She turned to look at the little run down motel that was infront of her and moan.

'I am going to my room, I need to get out of these garments' She said looking down at her drab black pencil skirt and black heels. 'And I need a coffee!' With that she took her bag from the car and walked into the motel squishing whatever bug was under her feet on the way

James smirked, realizing why they'd teamed the two up: They were complete opposites, and would likely kill one another before making it back. He followed her up to the motel, half wondering if it would even have anyone running the place. The door slammed closed in his face as Melrose continued her little hissy fit, and he carelessly flung it back open, sitting in the lobby and cleaning his gun as he ran over what to do until local authority showed up. He hadn't been far off, the motel was understaffed, but not quite deserted. There were no people visiting, however, and so the two agents pretty much had run of the place. He suddenly had a moment of realization and reached for his phone, automatically hitting the speed dial for Eirika, though he was disconcerted to find that he had no signal here. The Department is here to kill me... First that psycho for a partner... and now I can't even call home... Damn, we'd better find those kids fast...

Donny lifted himself up with his crutch again. He started to leave again but stopped to look at the knife. If he took it, anyone could trace him back to the killing of the man there. Also he needed protection for when he was in the town. Donny laid his crutch down to grab the knife with his good arm and grabbed the crutch again. Suddenly he had the feeling he was being watched by someone but he ignored the feeling.

"Alright," Donny coughed out. "I.. need to find out where that town." He started to walk through the forest again hoping the feeling of being stalked would go away.

Melrose sat on her bed. Not sure if any cockroaches were here apart from the huge one called James. She took out her hiking boots and her clothes and laid it out on the bed. Then she headed towards the bathroom for a shower.

Joshua was running through the trees thinking that something was following him when he heard a muffled voice. It sounded like the guy with the cructhes. They went to the same school but they had never really talked to each other. But as of right now, finding anyone would be better than nothing.

He raced towards the voice but thought that he saw something else running through the trees as well. He slowed down to just a hobble. His leg had stopped bleeding a while ago but it still hurt like hell. He had to use one of his shirts as a bandage but it was filled with blood now. He didn't know what to do in situations like these because he had never been in one before. He stayed a safe distance away, making sure that he didn't make any kind of noise that caused whatever it was he was following to follow him.

Frank put a gun sling on the Rifle, so he could carry it and his chainsaw. He then went outside. He remembered when he left the town. They didn't believe him when he said they were there. Frank decided he needed to get some food, after all, that damn werewolf was always killing the animals. He walked to the general store that was also near the woods. The Door was wide open. He went in and looked around.