Hazmat: Final Run-Role Play

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Kat closed her eyes. "What are we going to do?"

"I don't know." He said quietly, and smiled. "Guess we won't know until we know." He said. (My eyes are closing)

An eerie quiet overtook the two soldiers for several minutes before a faint voice started to come through a loud speaker. "Is anyone on the Drilling Platform still alive!?" It was most definitely coming from outside of the platform, but it was on a universal radio signal broadcasting on all channels. Beta-Jacob slid into the inner bowels of the platform, searching for anything to attack. His torso was mostly attached to a tentacle, and his left arm had formed into a spike, while his head, right arm, and most of his upper torso remained the same.

"A signal!" Rek immediately punched up the frequency, trying to to get a clear signal. "I read you! I read you! I am Lieutenant Loran Mirez, United States Marine Corp. There is another survivor with me, she is Sergeant Katerina Sands do you read?! We are on the drill rig."

The voice paused for a moment. "You'd better get out quickly then.. ARMISTAAD is ready to fire. We found a way to beat them."

(Going to bed, see you laters 😛 )

Rek looked at Kat for a moment. "How long do we have?" He asked into the com.

"Maybe we aren't te only people who survived." He said, quickly.

Kat pushed herself to her feet. "Lets go. We've wasted enough time." She started for the stairs.

"Right," he followed her up the stairs.

Kat made her way up the stars. One level to go before topside. She knew she could make it. With pistol drawn and raised she stepped into the hall. She spoke to Rek as she swept the corridor. "Try your com. See if you can get anyone to respond."

"I did, seems to have gone silent." He checked his headset and shook his head as he followed her. "Either that or my signal distance just dropped considerably." He reached the top of the stairwell and stared down the hallway, then looked at Kat. "How are you feeling, we may have to do a little running in twenty seconds."

*bump*

Kat didn't take her eyes off of the hall. "Ill be fine. Just don't stop... And if I fall, don't look back... Keep going."

"If you fall, it means I fall too." Rek turned to her and heaved the doorway on the stairs closed. "Don't fall, that is an order, if you do, stand up and keep going. I am not leaving without you."

"Ill try..." She wanted to just go to sleep. Her body told her to close her eyes and never wake up.

A series of multiple choppers flew in close to the rig and soldiers started to drop down from fast-ropes as miniguns tore the infected on the top deck to shreds. The soldiers started to make a defensive position and the commander picked up a mega-phone. "If there are any survivors... we're here to rescue you!"

Rek opened the door to what was decidedly a battlefield. "We're saved?" He sounded as if he didnt believe his own eyes, he turned and fired at a few infected close by. "Kat go, I'll be right behind you."

Kat dropped the half used clip onto the deck, replacing it with a full one. "Roger! Keep up!" She started pretty much running to the copter. She shot down infected left and right to clear a path. Hopefully the others would realize that Kat and Rek wernt infected.... Well Rek wasn't. Kat could feel heat radiating off of her leg. Hopefully someone will have an antidote with them.

Rek chased after her firing as he went at first as bullets tore through the crowds of infected. Rek tossed a grenade into a group as he ran past and quickly realised that the infected were all closing in and he stopped firing and began to run at full pelt. Blood sprayed across his tattered Hazmat armour as bullets tore the infected to pieces. He hit his com; "This is Lieutenant Loran Mirez, ETA seventeen seconds, don't shoot us!"

A huge roar rattled the oil rig.