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Sakura Nikos Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2008 6:49 pm
A slim blonde hair man sat behind the cherry stained desk, his chisled face beaming with excitment. It was the story of a life time, no, ten lifetimes, and he was going to be breaking it first. His blue eyes followed the busy crew hurridly throwing together the special edtion set. With the final shuffle of papers the cameras turned focus to him.
"This is RNN-6. Richard O'Brien here, sorry to interupt your regualary schedule programs, but we have a hot new story breaking at the local hospital. Three strange victoms were brought into Raccoon General Hospital. All three suffered abrasions to the neck, arm and leg. All three were pronounced dead after arival, and all three managed to attack attending doctors, nurses, and patients. They faced a barrage of bullets shortly after vacating the hospital. The area around Raccoon General Hospital is considered dangerous. Officals request that all citizens avoid the area. Danold Sapp is live on the scene talking to witnesses, and police officals." Richard, sat perfectly still, gripping his papers before signing over. " Donald, how are things looking now. I know about half an hour ago, the attackers were finally taken down."
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2008 7:12 pm
A tan man filled the screen, his squared shoulders nearly blocking the hospital from view. A scene of panic very evident behind him, in audible sounds, mostly moans and screams distraciting from his strongly sudictive voice.
"This are a little bit hectic here, Richard. The police seem to be holding off a few agressive patients. All of which seem to be vacating the hospital, bloody and some of which you would swear were dead. The orginal aggressors, have harmed a few of Raccoons finests before finally being taken down." The black haired mans movements were fluid as he moved next to an ambulence. "Sir, can you describe what happened?"
A very thin man sat holding onto his arm, sweat pouring from every pore in his visibly paleing skin. "It wasn't normal. Unnatural! We unloaded nearly three clips into each perp!" His voice whispy, and shakey all at once. "They kept coming, they wouldn't go down! One BIT ME! HE BIT ME!" His hand moved away, revealing pulsing tore flesh.
Donalds eyes visibly widened, as he stepped in front of the screaming man. "As you can see Richard, things are very hectic. And more people our coming out of the hospital now..." The camera fell to the side, recording a flash of feet and screams before returning to Richard sitting behind his desk.
"We are very sorry, it seems we have had some difficulty with the feed. Please continue to watch RNN-6 for updates."
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Sakura Nikos Vice Captain
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Miyoko_Akata Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 2:55 pm
Ash had not quite gotten used to the temperate climate of Raccoon City just yet. As it was, she was a bit chilly, wrapped up in a blanket in her apartment with a glass of dessert wine in one hand and the remote in the other. She had been watching something rather inane on television, a nice way to get her brain to turn off, when the special announcement had come on the television, interrupting whatever horrid mess they were showing on Lifetime.
She sat up as she watched the screen, her eyes widening as she saw the panic and heard the screams of the people on the screen. It looked like something out of a horror movie and the way that the cop was pale and sweating and shaking...it was shock, but there seemed to be something else to it. She shuddered a little, sitting back and throwing the blanket off of her, standing up and going to her bedroom. She didn't know what was giong on but she was going to be prepared for it.
She had only been in Raccoon City for a few months, but she had grown to love the city. It was quiet and peaceful in a way that Tel Aviv had never been able to be, while still having the active, lively energy that she loved. Her job as dessert chef paid her well enough to be able to afford a nice apartment and video games and her comic books and anime. She was a geek at heart and she knew it. It was something she and her papa had shared, and even her mother had indulged her, bringing her exotic comic books and movies from her assignments all over the world.
However, her mother had also given her something even more valuable.
Under a hidden panel in a drawer in her closet was a velvet lined box. Inside the box rested two handguns in soft, molded foam. The barrels were shiny, polished silver, and the grips were custom, made for her hands, midnight blue leather with silver moons and stars embroidered on it. The guns were huge, .454 Taurus Raging Bulls, and each had her name embroidered in the same silver thread on the bottom of the grips. They were her babies, her mother's present to her on her eighteenth birthday. The shells for them cost a small fortune, but she had bought them a little at a time, her natural paranoia from growing up and living in a warzone making her determined to always be well armed, and she could fit quite a few boxes of bullets into the messenger bag hanging in the closet as well.
She sighed a little and felt a bit better, a bit more prepared and went back to the living room to hear if there were any further updates.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 10:10 pm
Ilsa had just finished her paper on darwin for her biology class and was about to start on her English paper when her all night cartoon marthion was interrupted buy the news. She watched in horror as the panic was splashed acrossed the screen. Its a good thing Daddy sent me that care package. she thought as she went to the closet and pulled down a black case and a yellow tool box.She sat in front of the Tv and began to clean and oil her nine mills. She was glad her dad was a paronid nut job. he made sure the Ilsa could take care of herself. She took her guns in to the bed room and got ready for bed. the black wolf like creature that was sprawled on her bed woofed as she climbed into bed. Rex was another gift form her dad the dog was part huskie and part Rotwiler Lab mix and was as big as a small pony. she put one gun under her pillow and put the other on the nightstand. she put an anime in the dvd player and grabbed her laptop and started to type up her english paper the crazyness of the night would be temmporly replaced by the compleate works of Robert Frost.
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LittleDolphinGirl Vice Captain
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Sakura Nikos Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2008 6:07 pm
Maria sat there, he chin resting on her knees. She watched the news grinning. She felt more justified than when she proved Area 51 to be more pausible than previous belived. some may call her conspiracy nut, crazy, and maybe a hermit. But all the signs were there. All the signs were there. Those zombie movies, and zombie games. The government were training people how to kill their failed experments. And these people are to stupid to see whats going on. The news people were always blind, never believe what was there in front of them. In the far corner of the over crowded room, sat a computer, the screen busy and buzzing. Her site was one of the most popular conspiract blogs in creation, and it was far busier than usual.
She couldn't help but ponder how the city would react, then she cackled. Riots were bound to be breaking out soon. But she had her own work to do. Maria's brown eyes narrowed taking in the news, she already posted to her blog, probably with more accurate information than what the news had.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 2:30 am
The thin blonde man looked very sickly behind his desk. It was very clear by his appearnce, that he did not have good news to tell. The two hours that past, well, they were rough. All reporter that was feed to him leaked onto the net, all footage of men being eaten by other men, then coming back to continue the cycle. His voice was shakie, and shallow. "This is Richard O'Brien with RNN-6. Two hours have passed since our equipment has gone down. The Raccoon Police Department requests that all people return home. It seems that situation has grown more severe than origanlly thought. Raccoon city has been placed under state of emergency. It is belived that the previous attackers were infected with a virus that inhances ones aggression. Not much more is known about this desease. Again, citizens are to stay home, and avoid going out doors. The situation is nearly under control, but to avoid further incendence, citizens need to remain home." Richard didnt believe half of what he said, he wasnt expected any of the few viewers to belive it either. But he had to say it. It all started around 7 at night, and seems to only be getting worst.
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Sakura Nikos Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 2:45 pm
Jack had spent the last couple of hours grading History papers. He placed the four hundred summod papers in a neat pile to the upper right of his desk. He looked at his watch and could see that it was nearly eight o-clock. "I should be heading home." Jack was about to leave, but his mind wouldn't let him out of his seat. It was one of his rituals. He had to check if the old tv hanging off the ceiling of his classroom was working. He sighed and took the remote from his desk and pressed power. The tv always took five seconds to turn on. "Five, four, three, two..." Jack mumbled under his breath as he rubbed disenfectant on his hands. The T.V turned on and the news was playing. They were talking about some sort of riot at a hospital. A pretty reporter was talking to the camera about some form of Rabies. Occasionaly the opressive bang of a sidearm or a shotgun would go off. Jack leaned forward and held his up with hands. "This doesn't sound good."
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 8:44 pm
Marias blog buzzed with more life than ever before. Apparently word of mouth worked quickly during a strange outbreak. Maria however needed samples of those infected, a live sample. She shook her head listening to the news.
Slinging a long white lab coat over her black t-shirt, work pant and boots, she headed for the door. Waiting for her was a Lupin the third messenger bag, filled with essential sample gathering tools. And a nice little sword, gun powder may mess up her samples, not that she was planning to use it. She had to find a place first, a place to study their behavior, to determin the best way in which to gather the needed tissue.
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Sakura Nikos Vice Captain
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Miyoko_Akata Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 4:38 pm
Stay at home. Don't go outdoors. Hide like good little sheep. That was what the government wanted their people to do. But Ash had grown up in a place where everyone was issued a machine gun, where everyone served in the military. It was a good idea to stay indoors and prepare and supply, but staying here would be a bad thing. It was an odd feeling in her bones, in the back of her mind, a wary, caged animal mentality that stemmed from a childhood filled with bombs and gunfire. The dark haired Russo-Israeli woman did a quick inventory of her apartment, in case she did have to stay here for any extended period of time.
Most of her food was canned and dry goods, and she knew how to make her few fresh supplies last. Lots of high protein, high carb items for energy, both quick and lasting. Plenty of water, but in case anything happened, she filled up her old water cooler jugs and the bathtub so that she wouldn't have to worry about water. Medical supplies, she tended to keep a six month supply of the medications she needed for her heart and she kept a well stocked first aid kit in her house. So no worries there. Ammo and weaponry, she had enough to protect herself. Nothing to worry about there. She lived higher up in the apartment building, which was both good and bad, as she would have more warning if anything happened downstairs, but less of an escape route if it did. It was a calculated risk situation.
Her Toyota Highlander was big enough for her to pack essentials and was filled up, so if she had to leave the city in a hurry, she could. It made logical sense to get an overnight bag ready and sit it by the door, and change into much more comfortable clothes for running and fighting if need be. Her messenger bag was packed with her boxes of ammo, her rifle and shotgun along with their respective shells was set by the door with an overnight bag with four sets of clean clothes, soap, shampoo and a hairbrush, toothbrush and toothpaste. Her first aid kit fit neatly into her backpack as well and her laptop bag wasn't too heavy at all. It was almost a little sad that everything important that she owned weighed less than fifty pounds. Still, was good for if a person had to run.
She did not like the way that the people on TV had looked, to be honest. It creeped her out, the pale, sweating, almost animalistic fury in their faces. It wasn't anything natural. She had seen injured, sick people before. It was hard to get away from them in Tel Aviv. But this...
This was something else.
A sharp scream cut through the air and she whirled, her eyes wide, her hand going for her pistols. She was at the door in two strides, her guns in her hands and she almost retched at what she saw. It was the really sweet single mother down the hall with the little four year old daughter Ash had babysat on occasion. But...Cathy was certainly NOT Cathy right now. The little girl, Tabitha, was standing completely frozen, her eyes wide in horror as she glanced from Ash towards what looked like it had once been her mother. Tabitha had taken refuge behind the plant in the corner next to Ash's door, and was cowering there, whimpering in fear as the...the thing that used to be her mother shambled towards her, a huge, gore-dripping gash where her throat should have been, pieces of flesh missing from her arms and shoulder and....Ohh sweet God, it could not be what she was seeing...her intestines trailing out of the remnants of her stomach and sliding wetly across the floor behind her staggering movements.
"M..Mommy..." the little girl whimpered and Ash almost lost her lunch again. This was insane. This was not right. It was impossible, but Cathy Lewis, laughing, pretty, cheerful Cathy Lewis, mother to sweet, shy little Tabitha Lewis, was staggering towards her cowering, terrified four year old with a terrible hunger in her cloudy, dead eyes. She wasn't alive. She couldn't be alive. Not with that trauma sustained. Ash almost forgot how to move as that grayed over gaze turned to her and the woman's lips curled back from her mouth in a feral snarl.
The gun came up and Ash stepped out of the door in between Tabitha and the obviously deceased but still mobile Cathy. She didn't want Tabitha to see her shoot her mother. No kid should go through that. Ash winced, sighed and leveled the pistol at Cathy. "Sorry kiddo. You'd want me to do this if you could ask me." And she pulled the trigger.
She'd played enough video games and watched enough old horror movies to know what this was, even as her mind screamed that it was not possible, that this couldn't be real and the bullet that left the huge handgun left little left of Cathy's once pretty face. The body that remained slumped to the ground and Ash trembled, turning away from the body and to where Tabitha huddled, a sick sense of dread coming over her. "Tabby. Baby, come on out sugar." She said, holding out her hand. The little girl hesitated, but sidled out from behind the plant and placed her hand in Ash's. Ash felt her stomach drop as she looked up at the chunk of skin that was taken out of Tabby's arm. The four year old looked up at the horrified woman with an expression of sad, resigned calm.
"Mommy got hurt. I thought she died. Then she got back up, but she wasn't Mommy." She looked past Ash at the crumpled figure a moment, then back up at the silent, black haired girl.
"She was hungry."
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2008 2:18 am
Gabriel knew he probably should quit drinking espresso, that he was already jittery enough, but he couldn't help it. The staff had been taking turns going into the back room and watching the news for updates, and people coming into the store had been talking about everything that was going on . . .
Frankly he was scared. He didn't like to think that way . . . but . . . well, he'd played this video game. Seen the movie, read the book and as crazy as it sounded . . . Maybe that looney blogging on the internet was right. He glanced around uneasily as patrons walked through the bookstore looking stressed and agitated. Why were they *shopping* when things were going on outside? Hell why was he *working* when it could be the end of the world? He stepped out of the store and glanced around at the tight, worried faces, the nervous shoppers, the stores with the security grating rolled down despite it being far too early.
"Right. F*** this noise." He muttered, and went back in to get his backpack. He didn't know quite where he was going to go, but home to get supplies sounded reasonable . . .
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2008 2:30 am
Why they let the patients watch the news, Rose didn't know. The past hour and a half had been spent giving out emergency medications as half the patients decided they'd contracted the virus, whatever it was, and started screaming and fighting. By the time they'd gotten everyone settled down, she was exhausted.
The evening was cool, and they'd left the porch doors open, so she walked out, looking down into the parking lot through the fenced in porch walls. She'd only gotten bits and pieces of the news report. Enough to know something was very wrong. But wrong or not, she was on shift all night. And the administrators of the hospital would prefer they all die on the unit, rather than go home early. She wondered why her thoughts had framed it quite that way. She frowned a little as the announcement came over the loudspeakers that everyone, staff and patients, were to stay inside and on the unit at all times until further notice.
Yes. This was bad. She frowned, heading back inside to help subdue the next bout of panic on the unit. Part of her wanted to join in.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2008 12:00 pm
Tabby was scared. It was evident in the way that she moved, the way that she spoke, when she even bothered to speak at all, the way that she watched the doors and windows with a kind of quiet terror that children usually didn't display. Ash stopped trying to get the little girl to talk, as that was obviously an exercise in futility. Instead, she focused on cleaning the jagged bite wound on her arm, watching as the skin around it turned an angry red. She didn't have much in the way of medicine, but she packed the wound with gauze and antibiotic cream and wrapped it up tightly, then settled Tabby down on the couch to watch cartoons while Ash went to Cathy's apartment to see if she could figure out what was going on.
The apartment door was closed but not locked, and the fact that there was blood smeared on the doorjamb and in a pool rapidly soaking into the carpet outside the door was not a good sign. Ash stepped inside quietly, her pistols up, closing the door behind her quietly. Never let anything get behind you when you don't know what's in front of you, her mom always said. Never thought she'd be applying that knowledge to...well Jesus, she hated to say it but what else could she call them? Zombies. They were freakin' zombies! And it didn't take a rocket scientist to remember how a person became a zombie. She swallowed hard and pushed the thought of having to eventually put that Taurus's barrel to Tabby's head and focused on the task at hand.
There was evidence of a struggle. Blood spattered the carpet and over the walls in an arterial spray, and Ash could have pinpointed exactly where Cathy was when she had been attacked. The sad thing was she could piece together a pretty good approximation of what happened. A guy came home, hurt but not bad, probably. Attacked by one of those lunatics on the news. Came home to patch himself up. And then the virus took control. He probably felt like he was dying and in all actuality, he was. Cathy and Ash was the only ones home this time of day, and Ash was further down the hall. Knock on the door, Cathy would open it, being a nurse, seeing the man in pain and bring him inside. Do her best to help him, that was what Cathy did. And then he'd die.
The phone on the floor indicated Cathy had gone to call the police and paramedics but it hadn't happened that way. Because the dead man had gotten back up. Sensible, logical Cathy wouldn't even dream of something like zombies, and so she'd stand there dumbfounded, watching as the dead man lumbered towards her. The first bite was a shock. The second induced terror and the endorphin rush of trauma to dull the pain. She had screamed probably and that had brought Tabby running. Tabby would have seen what was happening and Cathy would have tried to get her out of the door. Ash wasn't certain what had probably happened first, but her bet was the disemboweling. Cathy would still be able to move, though by sheer willpower alone at that point. She'd have put herself between Tabby and the man, and pushed Tabby out the door and told her to run. Probably to Auntie Ash's apartment, because Auntie Ash was better than an entire police squad. She'd keep Tabby safe and stop the bad man.
But that wouldn't happen. The man would be right there, tearing out Cathy's throat and soaking the apartment in that blood spray that comes from ripping out the carotid artery. It wasn't an instantaneous death, and Cathy would have used every last bit of strength she had to get herself and Tabby out of that door and shut it behind them. Of course, it wouldn't be long before she died. Bloodloss like that is a death sentence, no matter how you look at it.
However, it would be even less time before Cathy stood up.
It would shock Tabby, but she was a little child, things like death and injuries wouldn't have registered to her. So when her mommy started to stand up again, Tabby would have run to her and threw her arms around her mother's neck. And gotten a chunk taken out of her arm in the process. It would have been Tabby's scream of pain that brought Ash running, the apartments fairly well soundproofed and now Cathy lay completely dead, Tabby sat in her apartment, probably part of the way to a transformation into one of those things too, and here Ash was looking for what caused it all.
She didn't have to look for long.
It was like being in a horror movie. Time slowed down as she caught a glimpse of a human figure behind her in the mirror on the wall. A man, probably in his mid forties, unremarkable except for the blood coating his mouth and arms. A mouth that now had teeth bared in a curled lip snarl as he came at her, dead arms flailing, the body still warm from the recent death. The bite that had caused this wasn't even visible with all the blood coating him, and Ash raised the pistol to fire but he was on top of her already, the pistols knocked from her hands in his bullrush of her, ripping at her with his fingers, unable to get a good claw hold on her teeshirt or fatigue pants.
She jammed her forearm against his neck, holding back the snapping jaws, fighting down the rising panic. She couldn't lose her head here, she had to stay focused! Her knee came up into his stomach, not intending to cause pain because at this point, she doubted he'd feel it, but to give her leverage enough to kick him back to a combat-ready range. She didn't want to fight this thing in hand to hand combat, but if she had to, she would. Go for the brain. Anything in the world, even zombies, die if you destroy the brain. she thought grimly, and then she was moving.
Her hands struck out in closed knuckle punches, thrusting into his chest and not his face, not wanting to risk cutting her hands on his teeth. He staggered back, death having stolen his sense of dexterity and balance and she pressed the attack, her foot coming up and slamming into his nose, shattering it with a sickening crunch of cartiledge and bone, sending him to the ground. But it wasn't enough. She was going to make sure he stayed down this time. She brought her foot up high above her head and slammed it down in a powerful axe kick, the heel of her boot going through his skull and spreading his gray matter all over the carpet.
It took a moment to catch her breath, and then she grabbed her pistols, checking the other rooms in the apartment for anything else dangerous. Then she made a sweep for supplies. They were getting out of here. She was taking Tabby and getting the hell out of Dodge. She wasn't sticking around for this. She managed to find Cathy's purse and swiped her credit cards and cash, a couple thousand dollars worth, reasoning that the woman wasn't going to be needing it now, was she? She grabbed a bag and threw clothes into it for Tabby, along with some toys and books and some kid-friendly snacks from the kitchen.
Then, she closed the door behind her and hurried back down the hall, hoping that when she got back to the apartment, Tabby wasn't already gone.
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Miyoko_Akata Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2008 5:34 pm
"My god." Jack watched the news with great concentration, paying attention to every detail. It was an unfortunate habit. The T.V reporter was saying that this was a large riot. That's what people would believe, they were sane. Sane people saw things very differently than Jack. Jack could see the blood, the infected pus seeping from open wounds. Jack could see that these weren't people anymore. Thay were dirty disgusting beings, vessels of disease and filth. Jack reached under his desk. He had left his compound crossbow under it that day. If the principle had cought him he could have lost his job. Jack just couldn't help it, he didn't feel safe without it. Sure, he only used it for hunting, but Raccoon city wasn't the safest place on earth and Jack was afraid to use guns. He got to his feet and turned off the t.v. "I-I am going to drive home and I am going to avoid these.." Sirhc opened the door to his classroom and was greeted by his undead janitor, his thoat had been ripped open and a gasping sound could be heard emanating from his disjointed esophogus. "Sh**!" In a split second he backed up and loaded his bow. He discharged the bow and sent it straight through the zombie's eyesocket. Jack paused a moment. He droped to his knees and covered his eyes with his hands. "Oh god...thank god the blood landed in the hall.." He had just cleaned his classroom.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2008 5:50 pm
It was a quarter past nine when Ilsa took a break from her English paper. The frantic knocking on her door made her jump. She looked through the peep hole and was surprised to see the Jones family standing on her front porch. She quickly opened the door and ushered them inside.
"Ilsa thank God your home. The kids accidently let Mochi out and when the dog came home, she was acting strange. We barely made it out of the house alive!!!"
"Sam calm down She was acting strange? What happened exactly" Ilsa said as she grabbed her coat and one of her guns.
" She started getting aggressive, and almost bit me !!" Sam said as she started to cry.
"Miss Ilsa," said Stevie, Sam's youngest child "Is Mochi going to be all right?"
Ilsa gave the boy a quick hug and said " I don't know Stevie but I'm going over there to check OK? Rex will proect you while I'm gone " She grabbed an extra mangizne from the table beside the front door.
"Shut and lock the door behind me. I'll knock three times when I come back" She told Sam as she walked out the door.
Ilsa griped her gun as she walked across the street. She stopped at the front door and listened for any sounds of life. She heard the sound of Mochie panting and growling. Ilsa was surprised because the pit bull mix was one of the friendliest dogs in the neighborhood. Ilsa slowly opened the front door and slowly entered the house. She quickly searched the house and to her dismay the dog wasn't there. Ilsa slowly walked to the back door, her heart was pounding as she looked at the doggie door. It was swinging back and forth. Ilsa opened the back door to find a sarnling and bloody mess that use to be a dog. The brown and white dog was missing an ear and it was limping. Ilsa had no time to react as the dog lept at her. She managed to get her left arm up as the dog bit down on it. She screamed as the dog tore into the muscle of her forearm. She brought the butt of her gun down on the side of the dogs head in an effort to get the dog to release her arm. The dog released her arm when she hit it again. The dog charged at her again and Ilsa had no other choice but to pull the trigger. BAMM!! The shot echoed throught the empty house. The dog whimpered as it still tried to come after her again. Ilsa aimed and shot again. the dog yelped and fell motionless. Ilsa grabbed the throw that was on the back of the couch and quickly wrapped it around her arm. she ran across the street to her house. She used the butt of her gun to knock on the door three times. What else could go wrong tonight? Ilsa thought as she held her bleading arm
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Sakura Nikos Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2008 9:43 pm
The trip down the mountain wasnt hard at all, all the animals had been hiding, or leaving town persay.It appears that they had a good sense of what was happening. Maria smiled slightly driving her beat up old Ford F-150 down her dirt road. Her intuition was never far off. All the "conspiracy nut" talk, was nothing more than logical break down of the modern soceity to her. She study animals, and was more animalistic than humans. They kill for no reason, harm their own young, and destroy the very thing that sustains their life. Maria often wished she was a simple bird, or dog.
She had been studying the middle eastern war over the past few years, where she uncovered some unexplained viruses. Ever since then she changed her focus, and low and behold, they were testing in her own backyard. She had to go out and gather samples. It wasn't in her to not break apart the greatest outrage in human history. The truck jarred as she hit a large stick in teh road. I really should pay better attention to my landscaping. She thought as she continued going. The best place to go would first be the hospital. That was the biggest outbreak point, when she left. But as she knew sometimes it wasnt best to go through an infected town.With a squeal of a tire she tore onto the main road and headed straight for raccoon City.
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