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 Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 5:55 am
An experimental virus in germ warfare has been unwittingly unleashed in the vast underground facility known as the Hive. A mass shut down is in place, and the Queen, an artificial intelligence has started the mass execution of everyone inside to prevent an outbreak on the surface above.
Only two scientists have escaped (having been locked in a closet with one another); Doctor Rathaway and Doctor Wells. Unaware of the danger facing them, they have emerged from their secluded spot to find the facility without life.
Entering the Hive through a train chamber are two soldiers employed by Umbrella; Major Jennifer Walters and Captain Hamato Raphael. Their assignment; to retrieve the remaining vial of the T-Virus, and eradicate any witnesses to the mass event.
The only thing standing between the scientists' escape, and the soldiers' job? Those killed in the Hive are no longer 'dead'!
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 8:11 am
"My research...they can't do this to my research!" Doctor Rathaway, hearing the warning klaxons going off, could only think of one thing...all of the time he had spent manufacturing the retrovirus. It was supposed to be his crowning achievement. Finally, the rest of the scientific world was going to take him seriously.
And now, instead...
"ARGH!" Hartley slammed his hands on the keys of a computer that flashed him a large "ACCESS DENIED" warning. Even as the top scientist on the Hive project, none of his passcodes were working.
"Wells, give me your key. At the very least, maybe we can deactivate that damned alarm. Where the hell is everyone?!"
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 8:41 am
*Raph scowled. He hated working under these conditions. He hated the noise of the sirens and wished they could turn them off. Still, the higher-ups gave the go-ahead to terminate anyone and everyone they came across, right? He almost felt sorry for them, but damned if mass murder wasn't a good way to relieve tensions.*
*He checked his ammo, as well as his close range weapons, then glanced over at the Major.*
Well. You're the boss. How do you want to proceed with the extermination?
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 2:23 pm
"The key to my room? Why Mr. Rathaway, I do declare!" Wallace said dryly. He knew full well what Hartley meant, and with all of his serious business about blah blah research and blah blah scientific breakthrough, it left Wallace without a comedic leg to stand on. He withdrew the key from his pocket and passed it to Hartley.
"I have no idea where everyone is. I bet Misty is hung over. You know how she is. Can't hold her liquer like a normal college girl," Wallace sighed, hearing a beep from the security camera. Heading over he shifted to the screen that wanted his attention.
"Speak of the devil, there she is...and ooo girl does she look rough. She's looking like something the cat dragged in." Wallace looked away from the screen just as Misty's right hand dropped to the ground with a sickening plop. She bent over, picked it up and quickly put it back in place just as he turned back. It fell off again, and Wallace squinted at the screen. Had he really just seen that?
"Uh, whoa. I think her hand just came off. That can't be good."
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 2:46 pm
"Her what did what?"
Bah, damned alarms. Hartley caught Wallace's key and pulled his own from his keyring. The two of them both inserted into the control panel of his workstation; the main alarm override. As he turned them simultaneously, the alarms stopped.
The lights stayed in emergency mode, bathing them both in wane light. It washed out Wallace's face and made him look extremely tired. Which, he probably was. The two of them had spent their lunch break...exchanging notes. Energetically.
"Okay, let's see what happened here..." Hartley suspected that he knew full well what had happened. QUEEN, the facility's A.I, which when Wallace Wells had designed it had given it an interface that looked like Freddy Mercury, was tasked with doing random safety drills, so that the people working in HIVE knew what to do in case of failure of the containment of the virus they were engineering.
For all the good a drill did; had the real thing actually happened the entire facility would be cleansed. The drills existed more to keep peace of mind amongst the drones than anything else.
Hartley tapped his computer keyboard with annoyance.
"This drill goes FAR beyond the measures I've prescribed. The air vents have been closed off and sectors One through Deep Thirteen have been cordoned off. I need to talk to the head of security."
Hartley turned his head sharply towards side door of his lab. It led to the room where the engineered virus was stored, all thirty-six test strains, along with the animals that each strain was being tested on.
There was a scratching sound at the door. Hartley strode over, intending to open the door...
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 3:58 pm
Major Walters looked at the flashing lights, this wasn't going to be pretty she knew.
"We need to get into the main part of the Hive first." Jennifer said. "Somehow our access key isn't working."
She was unaware of the camera above her watching her open the access panel.
"I'll bypass this door and we'll have access to the top floor of the hive." The Major said. "Keep your guns trained on that door. If anyone tries to escape you know what to do."
The young Major worked away, this wasn't her speciality but all the doors to this place were the same and in that she had been trained in being able to hack into the electronics and force it to open.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 7:35 am
*Hey, it was a lot cleaner than the Captain's solution. He was about to break out onje of his C4 charges and just blow the thing. Not exactly the most subtle of approaches, but it worked.*
*As Jen worked, the door SLOWLY opened, centimeter by centimeter, and out wafted an unpleasant mist that carried the faintest scent of rot. There was also the occasional moan or scream of agony. Suddenly, as the opening in the door widened, a decaying hand forced it's way through and grabbed at the Major . . . who was fortunately out of reach.*
WHAT THE HELL?!?
*Raph didn't have time to analyze the situation. He didn't see a zombie hand, just a threatening one, and he shot it off at the elbow.*
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 8:41 am
...
Doctor Rathaway grabbed the handle and eased it open with the 'swissh' sound of repressurization that followed moving into the lab. Suddenly-
"AH! s**t!"
A dog jumped out of the room, making Hartley dive out of the way just in time.
"We've got a specimen loose-oh my god." The dog foamed at the mouth...what was left of its mouth at any rate. It's muscles bulged, severely distended and ripping through the skin over its joints. The animal's eyes were bloodshot and red. It gave out a throaty growl that chilled Hartley to the bones.
"The retrovirus...it's mutated!" The dog gave a horrible, ear-piercing yelp and tried again to leap at Hartley. It was almost as if it knew who was responsible for it's current condition...it's un-life. Hartley stumbled backwards, behind a table and kicked it forward, knocking the dog back and into the wall.
"Wells. We have to get out of here. We have to - my god - the quarantine..." The sounds of other animals from the lab, horrible inhuman screams and howls, began to echo out from the lazily swinging door. A single scratch, a bite, and they would be infected. Hartley grabbed Wallace by the shoulders.
"We have to get to the lowest level. There's an escape vehicle there - I'm the only one who knew about it. We have to flee before..."
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 11:17 am
"Her hand fell off," Wallace repeated as he looked to the screen. And soon behind Misty came Hottie Pants. Wallace wasn't quite sure what his actual name was because he wasn't his assistant. But, he was particularly cute. So, Wallace had dubbed him with his current moniker. Hottie Pants wasn't looking up to snuff today though, and as JoAnne stumbled up behind with her jaw hanging loose, Wallace realized that something was most definitely wrong.
"Whoa."
He turned, just in time to see Hartley put his hand on the door handle. "Uhhhh," Wallace began, unable to scream the epic NOOOOOO that such a time required. When the dog raced in, Wallace paused. "Is that Lord Fluffypunks?"
He squinted his eyes at the filthy undead face, "Oh my God. That's Lord Fluffypunks! He looks so....decomposed."
Reaching into his pocket, Wallace pulled out the squeaky newspaper that Lord Fluffypunks had been so fond of in his prior life. Tossing it aside, he heard it land with a thump and a squeak. "Goooo get it!"
The dog looked at it for a puzzled moment, as if he remembered the squeaky toy, but remembered it from years ago when in fact he had just played with it yesterday. "Goooo get it!"
The dog turned and looked to Wallace, barking loudly before charging at him. "No? Do not want? Well fine, be a little b***h."
Wallace shoved the table that was in front of him, sending a cascade of lab equipment down on the dog before running out from behind it. He took Hartley's hand as Hartley said something about a car only he knew about.
"Why didn't you tell me about the car?" Wallace paused, withdrawing his hand. "I'm your partner, and you didn't think to tell ME about the car?"
Lord Fluffypunks was working his way out from beneath the table. Now was not the time for this.
Once more he put his hand in Hartley's. "Ok, lead the way. But after this, we are going to get counseling about your secrecy issues."
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 4:50 pm
Jen jumped up from the hand. This was not what she was expecting so soon.
"Holy s**t!" She pulled out her shot gun and looked at the hand that had dropped. It was still twitching.
"That's a god damn zombie!" The Major snapped. She'd seen enough movies to know exactly what they were dealing with. "This one's still alive! Remember shoot for the head!"
She stuck her shot gun in the gap and shot what had been the receptionist. There was a bloody splatter as the zombie got a direct hit and exploded.
"We were not briefed that there would be zombies!" Major Jen snapped. "Ugh the smell."
She checked the map, the train access was only on the 3rd Basement floor. There was at least 30 more floors going down to the main research base.
"Let's find an elevator or at least some sort of stair access." Jen said. "We need to find the sample and let's just torch the place. If this whole place is infected we won't have enough ammo."
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 6:57 pm
Y'know somnething? I really used to like zombie movies. I get the feeling that by the time this is all done? I won't be quite so fond of them. Still. At least they're following the Romero rules, and not the Russo rules.
*Raph took his shots carefully as they made their weay to the stairwell. No point in wasting ammo on just slowing them down, right? But if I recall, zombies and mutant doggies are the LEAST of their problems.*
*Somewhere deep in the facility, the Nemesis was activating.*
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 7:19 pm
"Slow and steady zombies, just the way they should be." Jen smiled as another lumbered forward towards the door. They still needed to open the door, it was stuck open. The main problem with it being an electronic door, she could only unlock it but after that you had to manually push it open.
She looked at her small troop of 15 men and woman. Raph she knew from a long time back but the others? Well she knew the old guy was maybe 1 day away from retirement. The young newbie was a complete mommy's boy and the annoying guy with all the photos on his armour had a wife and kids that he just wouldn't shut up about.
"Okay... you... guy with the glasses..."
"Mendoza"
"Right... work on getting the door open and we'll cover you."
High above the cameras focused on them the red light blinking.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 7:54 am
"We're going to want to avoid the main pathways." Hartley explained to Wallace as they made their way through the service hallway. "The procedure for evacuation of the lab was a total crock. All it was intended for was to line up possible infections for extermination."
Hartley's voice was cold, monotone. These were procedures he had helped draft. Wallace had come with him to HIVE for the chance at research, thinking that this was a facility dedicated to helping eradicate disease, not create a biological weapon that could wipe out humanity. But Hartley had known all along. Hartley had relished the idea, in principle.
There was only one person in the world he really cared about saving, and right now that person was following him as they took a sharp left and found themselves in the dining hall.
"Ugh, that smell-" It wasn't rotten food, but rather the rotting flesh of the IT staff as they tore apart what looked like the remains of Test Subject 13, also known by Wallace as Colonel Squishypants. Hartley backed up as Bill from IT slowly turned, his flesh cracking and snapping as he caught sight of the two.
"Get backgetbackgetback-" Hartley shoved Wallace back into the kitchen. "They've seen us."
Hartley turned and searched the kitchen, trying to find something to defend the two of them with...defend from his own creation.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 8:04 pm
"Well, that sounds like a hot mess just waiting to happen," Wallace said as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a Slim Jim. He extended it to Hartley, "Want one?" He didn't want to point out the obvious, that the Slim Jim kind of looked like a tendon or something. Especially not with their given surroundings and all. Grosssss. Besides, he kind of liked Slim Jims. When he was a little kid, he used to squeeze them, and this orange goo would ooze out, and it must have totally been toxic waste or something. Oh he loved them so bad.
So bad he didn't even noticed the smell of decaying flesh, or the initial ripping apart of Squishypants. He was far too preoccupied with the snap of the skin of the Slim Jim between his teeth. In fact, the snap seemed louder this time, but that was because it happened at the same time as a bone breaking. Whoops!
"Who've seen u----whoa," Wallace said, his Slim Jim dropping to the ground as he stood there in shock, watching the undead around them. "Whoa-m-gawd," another pause, another moment of disbelief, and he turned, looking behind him to see if there was a feasible exit.
Nope. But there sure was quite a bit of booze. Looked like some of the interns were going to have a partaaaay.
"So," Wallace asked, looking at Hartley, "You wouldn't happen to have a light, would you? I think we should mix some drinks. Like, an Irish Car Bomb or something."
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 9:01 pm
*Mendoza worked on getting the door opened, and while he did so, other, less secured areas of the facility opened up. It was a slow trickle. First there were a couple of the undead, which Raph and Fredicks made a game of putting them down. Unfortunately, the slow trickle started to become a quickly running stream, and Mendoza was still monkeying around with the door.*
Come ON, man! We're about to have some serious issues out here, and I'd REALLY like to put a few walls between us and these freaks!
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