Hazmat: Final Run-Role Play

Hazmat - The Delta Contagion first production tests

In the last few days I have been working on my mixing abilities with the Audio Editing program called Audacity, and have done some mock-ups for the coming Hazmat AD (Audio Drama) by Helgate Entertainment. To listen to the file simply right click and click save as on this link (http://sites.google.com/site/helgateentertainment/projects/HazmatFreightLiftscenetesteffects.mp3?attredirects=0).

Jacob yelled and ran up with a metal pipe, swinging it directly at Carlos' back.

((Exactly as I'd hoped, tell me what you guys think of the beta test file))

Carlos fell to the ground, covering his head with his claws. "traitors!" he pulled himself up and tried to pull his pistol out of its holster unsuccessfully. "your all traitors!" he stepped back, blood pouring from his leg and the back of his head. "you... won't-" he fell to the floor and wheezed in a final breath, and just as he died he pulled something out of his pocket, a piece of scorched metal, and stared at it. his body went limp and he dropped the object onto the floor.

((there, he's dead. 1, suspense is trivial. 2, the sound file doesn't work for me. 3, brutes are fun 😄. i just type whatever comes to mind))

it is an mp3 file

oh, maybe thats why.))

your post was almost too quick to happen... I'm not sure how to react to you comitting suicide

Rek pulled himself up, breathing heavily, with the pain he hd inflicted. "Fu*k! Carlos! Fu*k!" He glanced towards Jacob. "I didn't think you hit him that hard."

well, his leg was torn open pretty badly, and he had lost most of his blood by that point. if he blacked out he would die instantly.))

You were an Alamagator, losing blood is inconsequential. Bring him back to kill us. His eyes snap open.))

Carlos eyes creep-ed open, the flow of blood from his wounds ceasing. slowly, he crawled up, sanding, his claws receding and his eyes returning to normal, but his skin remained the same color. "ah, Jesus, the back of my head. what happened?" he looked up at Jacob and rek, not remembering any of what had happened in the past two hours. "i remember an explosion, and then i landed in the water, and then the voices in my head screaming, but after that..." he stopped, noticing Rek's wound. "ah shit, what happened?!"

(Yaay!)

Rek clutched his side, and looked passed Carlos at Jacob with a blank expression, his eyes flicked to Carlos. "Oh nothing, just tangled with an army of infected, a few brutes and you. But I'm fine."

Rek pushed passed Carlos to an aid box on the wall just along the corridor. "You're still under their control you know, so warn us before you decide to join the dead. Now, Sav' (annah) fancy helping me patch this wound?" Rek asked Jacobs wife. "Provided it's ok with the Mr Book." He chuckled, but coughed and fell sideways into oblivion as he lost his strength in his legs. His vision furrowed and blurred into a mesh of black. And as his head hit the floor, a shadow in his mind became an entity.

"Hello Rek. I have been watching you, and soon, I will use you." The voice echoed then laughed and dissolved.

carlos froze at what rek just said. then, in his mind, there was a whisper. and now you know. he heard a shallow laughing before it dissapeared, replaced by the wails of zombies above them, trying to get in. he turned to the others, worry on his face. "i dont think we'll have time to patch our wounds."

Jacob grabbed Savannah by the arm and kept his weapon raised. He kept his finger on the trigger and slowly made his way to a metal blast door. "Sav.. open the door, while I cover us." Jacob back to the other two, not knowing who to trust anymore.

Ben pulled himself up, his eyes glowing a deep crimson red. A portion of his helmet had been cracked and shattered, exposing only one of his eyes. Blood poured from cracks in his armor, and he was left completely unarmed. The roar of a Brute sounded as one charged him. With a yell, Ben grabbed the Brute's fist and stopped it with little effort. The Brute growled and tried to swing his other arm, but shrieked in pain as his arm was broken. Ben picked up a pipe and shoved it through the brute's eye, killing it instantly. A flood of other infected came at Ben from all around, leaving him just standing there with a broken piece of steel.

"YOU WILL ALL BE CONSUMED!!" The voice rattled.

Rek lay quiet and unconscious but quickly Frank hoisted his old friend and unit leader over his shoulders. "Wait! We're coming. That thing wants all of us. Turning us against each other will only help it. Lieutenant Book, you know this yourself!" He screamed as he moved towards the married pair. "Rek and Carlos have been through so much with you, and you'd abandon them just like that! You're no better than the infected." (bull shit right)

"Reeeaaaaagh!" A brute smashed through the door at the other end of the hallway.

Frank's eyes widened. "Uh. Go!"

Jacob and Savannah quickly changed directions and ran through various corridors, looking aimlessly for a safe place to hide. Jacob couldn't see anyone, and clicked on his light to see that only Savannah was with him, their hands clinched deathly tight to one another. A hand was placed over both of their mouths, and they were pulled into the shadows.

Frank chased after them but soon lost them being weighed down by Rek. He kicked open a doorway to a stair well and was plunged into semi-darkness as he pushed th door closed as Carlos slid through. Frank fell back against the door and a heavy fist slamed against it from the Brute. It screeched.

Frank glanced at Carlos. "I hope you're ok, because I'm exhausted."

"Frank, shut up..." Rek whispered from his position laying beside the door. He had turned over, fully conscious and aware of his situation as he lit up his assualt rifles CLE. "We need to get the power back up, so we can fuel the chopper using the pump. There should be a manual override in the turbine room."

Frank looked at where Rek's CLE beam was glinting off of the blood splattered against the walls over the stairway heading down. "You need meds first-"

"Don't worry about me I'll patch this up in a sec. But we shoudn't be here when that Brute tracks us here." Rek pulled himself up wheezing slghtly. "Lets go!"

The gloved hand over Jacob's mouth loosened up and a faint voice whispered "Для матери России.." Jacob's eyes widened but fell back to their senses and he muttered under the muffling glove, "Для матери России, товарищ."

Some of us don't speak Russian, care to enlighten us?))

Frank, Loran, and Carlos (where are you dude) quickly made their way down to the lower gantry and their feet the sound of thunder as they ran along, far below, Rek could hear, see and smell the crashing waves of the sea. The made it to the lower control room, joined to the main building-work. "There should be a schematic on the wall through there, check it out."

Carlos nodded, turned and headed into the next room.

Frank whistled, as he looked at the huge drill shaft suspended in the air above the ocean.

Rek quickly looked over the controls. "This is a sub-station in the event of a failure the drill can be cntrolled here. There should be a Public Address sys- yes." Rek moved over, taking off his grimy helmet as he keyed to speaker unit on the wall. "Jacob, I know you can hear me buddy. My suits ****ed, and the powers almost died. But if you can find your nearest speaker system, we can keep in touch." He hit the off speaker and then a third switch, ejecting a music CD from the PA system. "Uh? Mozart?"

Frank snickered. "Even Oil Riggers have taste I guess." He turned as Carlos came back in with a map of the place in his arms. "Okay, put it on the table and figure out exactly where we're at."

Rek put the disk back in and stopped itfrom playing. "Can you find our where the turbine room is?"