Than Frank started to smile. "Too late...." Frank started to get taller, His muscles getting bigger. His fingernails started to turn into claws. His face started to degenerate. Blood poured from parts of his body. Frank was now 9"8. He let out a roar which could be heard in town. He dropped his Chainsaw and rifle and grabbed two wolves off his legs and smashed their skulls. Frank ripped apart the wolves, not feeling any pain.
carl yelped in horror. suddenly all of the wolves started yelping and running away. "what are you? no wait, on second thought dont answer that." he grabbed the two weakened humans and ran off quickly. scattering away from the other wolves. he turned and ran on the path towards town. to fast for the monster to catch.
((what are you anyway?))
(Frank's....Imagine that Super Dr.Salvador from RE4, with Leatherface's face. Basically, Frank got all mutated and crazy and crap when the town when nutso. He got infected with a virus that mutates the person's DNA. I didn't put it in his bio, cause I wanted it to be a surprise.)
Frank started to turn back to his normal self. Exhaustion started to overtake him. Frank grabbed his chainsaw and rifle. He went into his cabin, locked the doors and fell onto his bed.
Alex woke with a start.
Apparently, he'd fallen asleep in the tree, and now the sun was sinking over the horizon. Orange and pink filled the sky, as Alex began to climb down the dead tree.
On the ground, Alex felt vibrations, heard snarls, and what sounded like a chainsaw roaring in the distance. In that instance, he took off running in the opposite direction, his leg still giving him pain anytime he put pressure on it.
After running for what seemed like ages, and after the sounds had died out in the distance, Alex had come across a cabin, rather large, in the middle of a clearing. With great effort, Alex forced the door open and crept inside. The cabin seemed normal, no foul smells, blood splatters, or anything. In fact, it was like a nice, cozy home. A recliner, TV set, and coffee table were taking up most of the space, so Alex skirted around into the kitched. Off-white colored cabinets, matching refridgerator, and a coffee pot were the main things. Suddenly, a groaning sound eminated from all around Alex, and he realized it was just his stomach. Starving, he threw open the fridge door, and inside were a variety of lunch meats, sodas, and in the center of it all was a rather large turkey, parts of it sliced off. Alex picked it up, and walked over to the counter, and started opening drawers for a knife, fork, or anything to cut it. One such drawer held a butcher knife, so Alex used that to cut off pieces of the meat at a time, and ate almost the entire thing.
How long have we been here? Where is everyone?
The thoughts raced over and over in his head, as he took a drink from a soda he'd gotten from the fridge. Wherever he was, he needed to get out. But how?
Finished with the turkey, Alex started roaming the entire house for anything useful. He tucked the butcher knife in his back pocket, and also found a compass in another kitchen drawer. Satisfied he'd found everything useful in the house, he turned his attention towards the TV. It was a simple, old school TV, with a bunny-eared antenna ontop of it. Deciding whether or not he'd watch it was easy, and Alex quickly turned it on. Static filled the room, and Alex maneuvered the antenna around until a semi-clear picture came up.
It was the news.
The static died down, and a woman's voice filled the room.
"Students....*Static*.... Still missing....*Static*.... Investigation under....*Static*.... FBI.... *Static.*"
"An investigation? Someone's looking for us?" Alex shook his head in bewilderment, and shut off the system as the static became more prominent then the woman's voice. Slowly, Alex filed out of the house and pulled out the compass, and headed North.
But, Alex forgot to put everything back the way it was. The turkey was on the counter, the half drank soda with it.
Idiot.
(Now Frank's gonna get pissed.)
Frank woke up with a groan. He recalled what happened before. He went back to the cabin and-wait....He had opened the door. The door was supposed to be locked. He went to the door, and tried to unlock it. It was all flimsy, and was loose. Somebody has been in his house. He went into the kitchen, only to get more angry. Somebody had eaten his food, and drinks, his turkey and the soda. He opened drawers. Utensils were missing. Frank chekced around the house. He had lost his spare compass as well. Frank then checked his fridge. All that was left in there was some soup, a block of cheese, and a little bit of sausage and his usual meat he had brought with him. Frank ate some cheese and drank some water. Frank grabbed his chainsaw and rifle, and left the cabin.
Frank looked at the ground. Footprints were leading North. Frank started to run in that direction. He would find the thief, and he would make him suffer.
James looked up as Melrose entered the lobby, flagging her down as he headed for the door. "Had the guy at the desk call the local authorities, they're supposed to be sending someone out to give us a rundown of the place. Figured it might prove more useful than a map, considering locals are gonna know places in town that aren't on maps. In any case, it may take as long as 24 hours for them to get here, so why not go ahead and look for the kids, right?" He opened a trunk he'd left out on the front stoop of the hotel as they'd gotten there, revealing mainly clothing articles, but also two more guns and some knives, which he promptly removed and placed on his person. "Never know in a place like this where you'll need some weaponry."
He took the water, placing it in a side pocket on his leg.
"I think we should head into the town, since the locals could be days sending us someone. Check out the most obvious places first, then start digging through some of the areas that would be less likely to produce results, assuming we haven't found them by that point."
He stood, kicking the lid closed on the trunk before clipping several sidepacks onto his belt and filling them with ammunition.
"That is, unless you've got a better COA to approach the situation with?"
For anyone unaware of standard military terminology, "COA" would be "Course of Action." I have faith that we all know that, but as soon as I don't post this, some idiot will ask me what COA means...
He looked at his attire: an old black t-shirt, black cargo pants, and a light brown jacket. He admitted to himself that it was a little overdressed for desert areas, but saw no problem. "Nope. I should be alright." He pulled out his phone, turning on the GPS system to gather the distance into town. "As close as it is, I think walking should do fine. There's no point wasting the gas to get there, considering how high it'll be to refill the tank later." He shuddered to think how much Eirika must be spending on gas back home. He'd have to work on saving up for a more fuel-efficient car for her when he was able. He took a few steps, panicking slightly when his phone displayed "SIGNAL LOST" on the screen. Taking a step back, he saw it to be fine, which was more than confusing to him. "Must be a dead zone. We'll have to head back here for any communications."
Originally posted by Furion
Frank ran after the person. He knew he was catching up. He revved up the chainsaw. They were close to the town now. Franka ran after the person, running as fast as his legs could take him. Thoughts ran through his head of what he was going to do.
Frank was close.
The chainsaw rev threw Alex out of his navigational state, and into survival mode.
Alex took off, sprinting full on, his leg throbbing with every stride, but his adrenaline soon took the pain away. But, Alex wasn't athletic, and he wouldn't be able to outrun the maniac for long.
He needed a place to hide, fast.
As if God himself were willing Alex to survive, up ahead there was a thicket of briars to the North-East, that stretched as far as Alex's eye could see. That would slow both Alex, and hopefully the maniac down, so Alex darted straight through them, and about twenty yards in the briars got thicker and thicker, until movement was practically impossible. Alex pushed on ahead, through the briars, until to the left he saw a clearing about thirty yards away. A few minutes later, he found he was on the edge of a road, which led to a town just in view. Ecstatic, Alex sprinted toward it, and when he got there, he took refuge in the upstairs of a general store that had the door wide open.
Alex slid under a bed, and then prayed with all of his might he wouldn't be found.
(feel free to kill off Donny... ima use my cop instead)
Donny started to run as fast as he could with his crutch. He wouldn't be able to get far before the crutch snapped in half from overuse. Donny fell to the ground hard and landed awkwardly on his arm. It snapped in several places and Donny screamed in pain.