Resident Evil: Encounter at Devil's Peak

[Quiet_Cool]

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Resident Evil: Devil's Peak




Devil’s Peak.
Population: 58,000 +
Terrain: Secluded mountain town, nestled in a fairly small valley in the Rockies. Nestled or not, the town is well above sea level, and was considered one of the most difficult cities in the U.S. to find; many early travelers in search of it found themselves lost, some rumored to have never resurfaced again, earning the city its name. Most of the population is based toward the center of the city, which makes up nearly half of the total landmass of Devil’s Peak. The suburbs that surround the main city are uniform, one street appearing like the next, every-day-city type structure. Peaceful in its seclusion and almost unknown to the world outside, it was the perfect place for Umbrella to set-up shop and begin work on some of its “unannounced” experimentation. As of yet, the various locations of their labs has been unidentified. Sharing information with one another, the labs that Umbrella set up worked together to increase productivity and move the experiments forward at a faster rate. The projects were similar everywhere, equally dangerous. They lost control of their creations are roughly the same point in experimentation. Only those experiments that weren’t being done everywhere made a difference in when things truly began to go wrong…

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Jacob Mathias

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It’s like the first time you ride a bike, except for the blood. I don’t know any other way to describe it. It seems difficult until you do it, then you look back and wonder why you thought it would be so hard. You wait for the guilt (that part’s different than bike-riding), but it doesn’t come, at least it didn’t for me. I wondered if that’s how Jenny would have felt about it, and guessed not, but couldn’t know for sure.
Jenny.
Jenny who’d lived next door when we were children. Jenny who used to come over to watch cartoons on Saturday morning and invited me over to watch after-school specials when they were on during the week (yes, we actually watched those!).
We’d each gone to separate colleges, and in the hustle of being students, had lacked time to keep in touch as we should have, as we wanted to. The next thing you know, we’re working jobs and haven’t spoken in a couple of years.
Jenny, who was the only friend I’d ever really, truly missed.
Scraping on the wall outside, and I leaned back, holding the baseball bat tightly, both hands wrapped around the handle, holding my breath as the scraping gave way to surprisingly graceful thuds down the carpeted hall. I waited until the steps reached the open doorway, leaving a shadowy figure there, slightly darker than the unlit hall.
I flipped on the bedroom light, wanting to make sure I wasn’t mistaking what I saw.
The figure there looked drunk, its head jerking upward slightly when the light suddenly appeared, then it turned to face me, showing its pale skin, and wide right eye, its left missing altogether, appearing to be torn out by something or other by the tear in the skin trailing down its cheek.
I stepped away from the wall, stepping back to allow it entrance, raising the bat as though I were awaiting a pitch right through the strike zone, and when it lunged into the room, moving faster than I’d expected, I swung like I was aiming for the grandstands, sending the creature’s head whipping backward, almost tearing off as it fell onto its back. I stepped over it, waiting for it to move. When it didn’t, I stepped closer, raised the bat, and brought it down hard on the thing’s forehead anyway. It was less rotted than the first had been, but the skull, weakened by the first blow, gave way, leaving its brains to spill onto the ugly green carpeting I’d never gotten around to replacing.
I glanced between the two bodies laying there, seeing neither move. The first I’d killed looked as though it’d died a few weeks ago, if not longer, and wore a lab coat that had once been white. The second appeared as though it’d been walking around just as I was just a day or so ago.
I’d heard of these things before, and Umbrella had done what it could to keep people from panicking, first telling us that the rumors were exactly that: False statements by people with wild imaginations. Then, we noticed a few things going wrong, like our long distance phone privileges being suspended, not only Umbrella’s employees, but those of all Devil’s Peak’s residents. Soon after, we saw the first reports of marshal Law being declared in Raccoon City, but before the details were released, if they ever were, our cable went out. Satellite difficulties, the Mayor stated. The city was receiving high tax revenue from umbrella Corp and its employees, mostly relocated here from all over the country, including myself, and including Jenny.
Lacking a connection with the outside world, the rumors that were truly secrets were safe from being spread, for the time being anyway.
Then we were being promised protection, and the problem would be contained, that we needed to be patient and wait. Trust in Umbrella Corporation. Yeah, right.
Trust.
Jenny had even laughed at that. Ever-trusting…
Jenny.
I was losing focus, thinking too much again.
I flipped the bedroom light off and moved slowly down the dark hall, listening intently. They didn’t seem all that bright, to put it mildly. Stumbling idiots was more accurate, but I didn’t doubt they were dangerous as hell. Stumbling idiots would make noise, and I would hear it, if I was quiet enough.
The rest of the small house Umbrella had offered me seemed to be empty. I reached the front door, saw that it was still open, and peered around the edge to see what was outside. A few of them were scattered, but I guessed I could run between them if I was careful about it. Across the street sat the house Jenny lived in, every bit as cramped as my own. Through the kitchen window, I could see movement, but by the way that movement was conducted, I doubted it was Jenny, or anyone living.
Yeah, she lived across the street again, but after thinking back to my interview for this job, I doubted that was coincidental. They wanted us comfortable, and how much more comfortable can I be but with jenny next door, and vice-versa. I hadn’t noticed it right off, or thought it over, but my interviewer had asked me: “And how would your father feel about you being relocated?” My father. Not my mother, who’d passed away after a car accident a few years before, but my father. Just him. Employers checked your work records sometimes, they checked your references. They didn’t do checks on your family, checks to see who was alive and who wasn’t, and they didn’t ask questions specific to the answers they found, not when they hire accountants.
But that was for thought another time. Just then, Jenny might have been in trouble. I gripped the bat and took a careful step outside…

 

[The GrandMage]

Taranis "The Storm Dragon" Dragenson

Steve groaned as Taranis continued on. He wasn't one to complain much, but they'd been going on like this for days. He was getting close, very close.He'd made a long trail of blooding for his homecoming, and had gotten himself transformed. His hair was cut short in military fashion. A great dragon in a stormcloud wrapped around most of his upper body. He was a different person.

But still, he felt like killing the people who had done such nasty things to the old person. Though he was gone now, such a shame.

"Shut up, Steve. Taranis, what's that sound?" Basil asked. Taranis stopped, and went quiet, looking around the forests, He withdrew the bottle of aspirin, and looked at it, then around the forest. Putting a finger to his lips, he silence the empty container, returning it to it's place in the pocket of the vest he was wearing. His chest was bare under the open vest, but it was thick enough it kept him warm. He pulled the hammer from his belt, and glanced towards the sound of undergrowth being crushed.

A young man ran up to him, and stopped in surprise. He seemed to visibly relax after looking Taranis over. "You've got to help me! They're after me! They've taken over the whole to-Ahhh!"

The man took to screaming as Taranis raised the hammer again, bringing it back down to his head with enough force to finish breaking open his skull. He continued this way, attacking over and over again as Basil urged him on.

A sound made him stop. He stood up. There was blood, and bits of brain everywhere. The man's head was unrecognizable. Suddenly, a form lurched out of the woods towards him. Taranis grinned at the putrid body as it rushed towards him. He lifted the hammer with glee.

"Well, fuck my Aunt, look who else wants to party!"

He brought the hammer around into the side of the creature's skull as it came close enough. It's head pulled over, smashing into a tree as it fell, bursting open it's skull. Taranis stepped over it, and brought the hammer down in a short rain of powerful blows, seperating the contents of it's skull with the rest of it.

"There. That should make you rest in peace now. See, Steve? I told you this is what happened to all those unfortunate souls. Didn't I?"

"Yes, Taranis. I guess you're right. I just-I just didn't think it was possibly to gewt your body back like that." Steve replied.

Taranis laughed. "Don't feel bad. Most of you are stuck to items, like you and Basil. But I was right. Now, let's go say hello to our friends the fuckheads. We ahouldn't be too far from town, now. Look, I can see the lights in the distance. Ha-ha."

 

[rippit]

Stuart forced apart the lift doors at the top of the shaft, and slipped through. He was exhausted after climbing the service ladder the half-mile up from the research floors, but as the main power was out he had no choice.

He recalled breaking out of the holding pens in the labs almost four days earlier. As the power died, the experiment known as 009 took apart the two technicians securing him to a vivisection table. His human compassion had led him to release the remaining vampires also. STR 002, believed by the others to be psychotic, had not hesitated to kill 009, and fatally slash 006 across the chest, before escaping the test area. Stuart had not seen him since, but had found several kills. He knew that they could have died by the others, but suspected 002. He had been wandering the complex for several days now, avoiding the infected personnel. He had no hesitation in dispatching them, having met them many times before in tests - although never in such numbers.
He had now not eaten for almost a day. He had been wandering the labs with an orderly who hated the corporation as much as himself, but the man had been bitten. Stuart devoured him, and left his corpse in a display case sealed from the rest of the facility.

He silently made his way out of the lift shaft, finding himself in a small entrance building - staff would check in with the guards here, and make their way down to the research facility. The building appeared empty, and Stuart could not smell the scent of infection. He stepped into the guard's offices, in search of a weapon or a meal.
The baton swung into his neck from the right. Stuart was almost fast enough to block it, but the club powered into his neck, hard enough to knock him backwards. As he staggered back he swiped at the face of the guard, feeling his nails sink into the flesh of his eye. Half-blinded, the survivor held his hands to his face, still swinging at Stuart. He darted past the guard's swinging baton and appeared behind him. Pulling back his head by the chin, Stuart sunk his teeth into the jugular he could feel pulsing, drinking until the guard stopped writhing. Stuart stepped away from the guard and retreated back into the elevator hallway. Too late he registered the movement of the guard behind him. Spinning round in defence, he saw that the dying man was not attacking him, but hitting a panic button under the counter. A loud klaxon sounded from the wall behind him. Stuart pulled it away from the wall, but not before everyone for a mile around him must have heard it.

 

[Drake19]

Chuck Rodriguez

The whole situation was almost too hard to believe. But Chuck wsas forced to believe it, forced to because it was happening now , and it was happening fast. It happened almost in the blink of an eye. Between the time it took for him to answer the phone and come zooming over to help the poor SOB who had locked himself out of his house, to when he arrived, all hell had broken loose.... litterally.

Chuck had stopped the big red van that read, "Rodriguez Locks" in front of the right house. He saw the poor bastard outside, and stepped out with his tool kit. At first he didn't realize anything was wrong, until he heard it. Those ungodly moans, they were all around. He stopped dead in his tracks. Well... not as dead as the man at his front door.

The man finally looked up, and Chuck finally noticed, the fetid skin, the drawn look, and the cloudy eyes. "What the fuck are you doing man?" He called out, as the creature lumbered towards him. As it reached for him, moaning, and it's teeth clamping towards him, his mind raced past to a million things, so fast he couldn't think. All he could think about was getting away. Clutching his keys between his fingers like spikes, he took a massive haymaker blow to the side of the things face, knocking it over for a second, but that was all he needed.

Spinning around, he raced back into his van, slamming the doors and hitting the automatic lock button about 50 times while trying to turn on the ignition. The car starts with no problem (unlike most horror stories..) , but just as he backs up wildly, he didn't notice the creature clawing at his tires.

So now, with a dead corpse (never thought he'd use that phrase..) attatched in his wheel well, Chuck cursed , as he climbed into the back of his van. "Cogida!" he cursed in spanish, as he looked around for something, anything he could beat some of those things back with.

"I guess the stories were true," he thought, thinking back to the stories told by all the alleged 'crazies' who told of some kind of zombie invasion.

"Aha!" he sighed, grabbing a tire iron from the back of the van. He could hear more moaning and looked back to see another creature clawing at the windsheild to the van. "Shit. Shit...." he cursed to himself as he flew out the back door of the van. Tire iron in hand, tools at his waist, and fear and confusion down his throat.

He backed farther into the street, away from a few more of the creatures, anger growing... he always tends to get more angry whenever he was afraid, it's his way of coping with it.

Just then he turned around and saw another figure emerge from one of the houses. "Not more..." he thought, but heard it call out quietly, "Jenny?"

Breathing a sigh of relief he dashed over to the guy, hoping to maybe find shelter inside, maybe even an answer to whats going on.

"Hey! Hey man! Over here!" he shouted, not too loud, but loud enough to get his attention, as he jogged towards him, looking out for more creatures...

((OOC: Cueing you up QC)

 

[hybirdx]

Chase backed into a wall and slid down. His breath was shallow and the hand that held the now empty pistol was shaking violently. "Shit... that was close. Too close." He looked at the ceiling and softly rammed the back of his head into the wall behind him before standing up and trudging out of the buildig, and looking at the bleak sky that showed signs of heavy rain.

***

For the ex-S.T.A.R.S trainie, it happen all too sudden. A few hours earlier he was working on a old Kawasaki Ninja bike, changing the motor, and giving it a new paint-job. when he heard somebodie enter the garage. At first, he thought that his brother came back from his buisness trip, yet he quickly dropped that thought due to two major facts. One was that his brother was out of the states completely, looking for old car parts. The other was that the buisness trip required for him to go to Jamaca, which obviously ment that he was out somewhere, getting drunk and causing trouble no less. 'Buisness my ass...'

Chase stood up wiping some oil off with a old rag. And turned to look at the potential customer. "Yo! What can I do for..." Chase trailed off as soon as he caught a clear sight of the man. The guy was at least 6 feet flat, somewhat muscular. His head was low at the moment so he couldn't see the man's face, and his right was twisted and he basicly walked on his ankle, which shouldn't be possible.

"H-hey... Do you need some help?"

"uuuuunh...."

Chase taken a few steps forward and leaned down, then turned his head slightly so he could see the guys face, or at least try. "Hello? Anybodie in there?" As Chase lifted, so did the guys head, as Chase shifted upright, so did the guy.... at least, as close to upright he could get. Chase almost vomitted when he saw what was left of the mans face. "What the fuck?!" Chase jumped back as he saw that the mans face, had no skin, nor half of the right eye.

The corspe suddenly lunged at him and Chase jumped out of the way. Chase grabed a led pipe and swung it right into the thing's neck. He heard a sickening crunch sound, and it couldn't keep its head upright, but that was it. Chase swung again, this time connecting with the thing's jaw, visualy hitting it so hard that it was about to fall off, but the thing barely noticed that it was hurt. "What the hell are you?!"

Chase droped the pipe and backed away, regrouping. "Need something a bit stronger than a pipe..." Chase looked around, but found nothing substantial. Then ghe returned his gaze at the thing, and noticed it had a holster that held a pistol. Chase jumped forward, and rolled past him, grabbing the pistol before rolling upright, sliding to a stop. He aimed the gun at the thing and unloaded four bullets into its chest, but no effect. 'Damn! Stay calm Chase... Remember your training...' Chase calmly lifted his gun, and aimed right for its head. Chase pulled the trigger and shot the thing right in the head. The corspe dropped instantly, squirming.

While the mindless drone squirmed and wrigled, Chase grabbed the pipe and constantly slammed it into the skull until it was nothing more then a pudding like liquid. He droped the pipe and glared at it for a few seconds. "Customer always right my ass..."

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Jacob Mathias

"Jenny?" It was a question, but not one intended for Jenny to hear. It was loud, but I doubted loud enough for her to hear inside. I was talking to myself more than anyone, asking myself if I really believed she might be alive in there.
I didn't wait for one of the undead to answer me, just started across the small lawn of the house I lived in toward the street, eyeing the door to Jenny's house intently.
"Hey! Hey man! Over here!"
I could hear the voice plainly, but it didn't sink in right off. My mind was focused, and strongly so, and I was nearing a sprint as I reached the road, crossed the double orange line that marked the halfway point between the houses as well as the center of the road, and was met by one of the walking dead, ramming inot it with my shoulder before I even realized it was standing there.
I sprawled forward, catching myself with my hands and dropping the bat. It struck the asphalt with a series of clattering thunks and came to rest when it hit the now fallen zombie, which was already stirring, trying clumsily to get to its feet. It seemed to feel no pain, to not even realize it should.
I crawled quickly forward, grabbing the bat by the handle and scrambling to get my feet. ANother grabbed my arm, trying to pull me closer, groaning loudly. I drew back, unable to shake its grip but managing to send it off balance. It fell, and I jabbed at it with the bat, using it like a spear and managing to knock its hands away.
I drew back to swing at the one I'd run into, which had found its own balance and was standing again, though it wavered some in place, when another let out a groan a second earlier than it should have and I turned around in time to swing at it, knocking it over before it got a hold of me.
There were too many right here, and if I entered the house...
They'll follow me inside, to Jenny, if she's still alive
So I started to run again, stiff-arming the nearest one in the process and running past the others.
Ahead of me, further down the street, the man who'd yelled for me was moving closer. I eyed the van not far from him, where a few zombies still seemed intent to enter, and wondered if someone was inside, or if he'd just exited it.
I reached him a few seconds later, slowing and pointing down the street to an alleyway.
"Meet you there in a few?" I didn't wait for an answer, but jsut ran past him, planning on trying to lose the zombies following before sneaking over there to speak with him.

 

[rippit]

Stuart was leaving the suburbs behind, as the town turned to large industrial units and small businesses. He was pretty sure this was where he'd heard gunfire, but couldn't see anyone left alive. The street thinned here to a bottleneck alleyway, that Stuart could see he would have to go through. He walked softly down the alley, listening for any sound at all. He could smell a fresh infection close up ahead, the scent of blood and the invading smell of the T-virus. As he rounded a corner, he saw where the smell was coming from. A mailman, still in his uniform, was leant aginst the wall, unmoving. The flesh was hanging off his face, bite marks visible on his arms and neck. He saw Stuart and turned to stagger to him.
Stuart knew this would be an easy kill, one individual coming towards him slowly. As the thing came closer it reached for his face. Stuart batted it's outstretched arms away and with the palm of his hand hit the thing's nose upwards. Stuart could hear the wet cracking as the bone and cartilage was forced up and backwards into the brain. It dropped to the ground and lay twisted at a weird angle.
He reached the end of the alley and looked out. A row of small businesses stretched the length of the street. There was a black van on it's side nearby. The tinted windows and sliding side doors made it clear that it was here in response to the situation, but the blood smears and broken glass also made it clear that it hadn't been much help. He dropped to the ground to look in through the broken side window. There were holes in the windshield from low-calibre weapons fire. As Stuart surveyed the damage done to the response vehicle, the black radio on the dash crackled with static.
"2-3 sweep team, 2-3 sweep team come in. There is a unit inbound to your current pos. 2-3 sweep team, prepare for incoming backup."

Stuart straightened up and looked around him again. He wasn't sure, but thought he heard a chopper coming closer. Knowing that a response team wouldn't be likely to make friends with him, given his features, he sprinted to the industrial units to get cover. he had to stay hidden, if a survivor saw him he would probably be shot by instinct. He found himself in a small garage with bike parts strewn across the floor, a few bikes leaned up against the wall. Stuart walked further into the garage, and stopped suddenly when the mechanic bent over a ruined body stood up and levelled a pistol at him.

 

[hybirdx]

Chase hovered over the dead corspe without any remourse, to him, it was no more than a walking pile of shit. His mind raced back to the trials. One of the project he supposedly stolen had syptoms simular to the now dead being. "So this is a prototype eh? Stupid fucks..."

Chase was about to dispose of the bodie when he heard something to his right. His head shot up, glared at the being, and pointed the empty pistol at him. Even though Chase knew he had no aqrsonal, he showed no fear, if the thing came after him, he'd pistol whip it to death. "And who da fuck are you? A freind of his?"

 

[rippit]

Stuart sized up the mechanic quickly. Though dressed as an average grease-monkey, he was standing in an aggressive stance, with his pistol pointed at Stuart's head, unmoving. It was clear that this one had had military training somewhere. Stuart put his hands behind his head in surrender, knowing that before he'd get to him he would be shot in the face. He knew that his fucking vampire features were once again making good relations with others difficult.

"I'm from the Umbrella facility, but I'm not one of them. I was being held there as a test subject, and I escaped when this all started. I'm on your side."

The mech' looked at Stuart, evidently not expecting him to have spoken. But Stuart could see that he wasn't convinced, his pistol still levelled at him.

"Look, the van in the street came here to help out, and the radio inside said that there's reinforcements coming in right now, something about 'stars inbound'. I really don't want to be around when they get here."

Stuart had hoped that the mechanic would believe him, and let him go. But at the word stars, he turned and looked out into the empty street at the van. He recognised the term, it was clear. "You're sure it said stars?" he said finally.

"Fucking great," Stuart thought. He was going to get handed over to whoever the fuck stars were, who would probably shoot him on principle as soon as they saw him.

"Look, I think I saw some weapons in that van. You let me go, you get the guns and you never see me again."

"On the floor, face down," the mechanic ordered. Stuart had little choice, the gun still at his face. He put his face down onto the cement floor of the workshop, and heard a metallic dragging noise, a tool being picked up? Then his world turned black, as the back of his head exploded with pain.

 

[The GrandMage]

Taranis "The Storm Dragon" Dragenson

Taranis wandered about the suburban setting, looking for,...he didn't know what. Something, though. His motives were never really clear to him. Basil was having a good time, though, as every now and then they'd run across some zombie fuck that needed to be clubbed into a restful afterlife.

Taranis had just cut across a lawn, coming around the back of a house. There was quite a bit of activity in the area. He noticed a van, proclaiming itself to be for a locksmith, in the street. He sighed, and looked around.

Wait, what were those? Hmm, there were definitely zombies, but it looked like there were a few survivors, too. "C'mon, Steve, Basil,...let's see if we can't make some friends. Looks a bit crowded out here to be trying to survive on our own with only a hammer."

 

[hybirdx]

Chase walked over to the bent pipe, picked it up, and walked back to the thing before him. Without any hesistation he lifted the pipe and swung it down, knocking the creature unconsious. "That'll keep ya out of trouble for a bit."

Chase calmly walked over to the van and opened the back, looking for something stronger than the pistol he was was holding. Finnaly, after brushing a few duds away, he found a newer pistol model. The only people that could own these were S.T.A.R.S members, and Umbella securety. Before he got ahead of himself, he opened the gun and checked inside. "Six bullets... Not good enough." Chase searched around some more and found four more bullets. "This'll have to do."

Chase got out of the van and looked behind him. A whole set of zombies were dragging themselfs up the small hill, in a few mintues, Chase would be over ran by them, and he certainly didn't have the gear to knock them out, but at the blink of an eye, he got an idea. He grabed a few more weapons and ran back to the front of the shop, opened the giant trash can, and put them in, lucky for him the trash was picked up yesterday. He then ran back to the van, put it out of park, and pushed it backwards until it started rolling itself. soon enoguh it smashed into all of the zombies, noe of them were smart enough to get out of the way.

"Stupid..." Chased trailed off as he heard another van speeding torwards his shop. "Great, now they get here!" Chase walked back into the garage and draged the unconsious creature back into a small area where he painted the vehicles. "Now be a good freak and stay here!"

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Jacob Mathias

I didn't wait for the man to answer me, but just started moving. I rounded the neighborhood in a quick sweep, managing to dodge quite a few of the zombies there and having to use the bat to push a few out fo the way. I guessed, after having done that that there were, maybe forty total, but fairly well scattered. We could move between them for now, but once more arrived...
I didn't look back to see what the man I'd spoken to was doing, or whether or not he was even still alive, but simply looked ahead to see what was in my way, trying to keep a closeeye on what might be a danger to me.
As I neared the last house on the road, beginning to pant (I knew I should've gotten that gym membership) I turned and started back, catching sight of another zombie I hadn't accounted of rstanidng on one of the lawn and looking up toward the van with a hammer in its hand.
A hammer? Oh, well, it would make a nice addition to my small and currently ungrowing ansenal.
I sprinted toward it, readying the bat I held to take off its head...

 

[The GrandMage]

Taranis "The Storm Dragon" Dragenson

He watched as the man ran up to him, tucking the hammer into his belt. He waited until the man was almost upon him before moving. He doubted if the man didn't notice he wasn't one of the undead, but still, it was best to be careful.

He danced back.

"I hope that bat's not for me, is it?"

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Jacob Mathias

When it moved backward, it threw off my concentration, but not totally, not so much that I couldn't re-adjust. When I stepped in closer, still uncertain, and it spoke, I froze just as I began to swing, staggering some to one side, and leaning out of the way of a nearby zombie as it lunged toward me. I stopped, turned to the zombie and pushed it over carefully with the bat.
"You're alive?" It was a dumb question, but when my mouth opened, it just came out. I didn't bother to wait for an answer, didn't have time to as a hand found my shoulder and a grown told me it wasn't a friendly hand. I turned, swinging the bat half-heartedly and knocking the zombie that had touched me away.
"We can't stay here," I stated, simply, as though our surroundings hadn't made that clear. 'I'm supposed to meet this guy over by an alley, and I have to check on a friend. If you're interested..."
I looked around again, then back toward where I'd seen the guy. He wasn't there now, but I didn't see where he'd gone.
I shrugged. Maybe he'd be there, maybe not. But either way, I had to start moving again. The zombies were closing in on the two of us already.
"Well, if you're interested, I'm heading that way," I stated, pointing off toward where I'd met the other man. Then I started running again.

 

[The GrandMage]

Taranis "The Storm Dragon" Dragenson

Taranis grunted. "Damn skippy I'm alive. And sure, we'll go with you. You just lead the way, we'll be right behind ya."

Taranis kept close behind the man, pulling his hammer free and using it on any zombies who came close enough. If this guy knew a second, or even a third, it could be very helpful. If not, well, two was better than one.

Taranis kept up easilly with the man, his training and running from the cops having put him in good shape. A good thing he was good a killing people, too, or he wouldn't have survived this long with only a hammer. He'd have to fix that,...

Later.

 

[hybirdx]

Chase closed the door behind him and walked over to the now dead giant. "Gotta get rid of this..." Chase walked over to a nearby window and opened it completely. He then walked back to the giant, grabed its legs, and with all of his streangth swung it around and threw it out into the bushes. "That'll take care of that. Now, all I have to do is get rid of those punk as- h-hey... What the hell was that?"

Chase stealthfully walked over to another window. He croutched down set the gun beside him, grabing a freash led pipe in his hand. Chase then pulled himself up a bit, looking out the window. "Holy shit... There's more of them! And they're comming this way!" Chase grabed the gun and put it in his pocket, then ran all around the garage, baracading himself in, and locking them out. He then calmly sat on a car he was working on, holding the pipe in his hand, ready to smash them in at any time.