Hammer had already stepped inside an elevator when he watched the Duban woman single to her pet to enter hers. He blinked with slight admiration as Ellis came to same conclusion he did, albeit a few moments late. No point in wasting one's bullets when others wanted to play shoot em up. Brig was a second behind him with the female vampire Cel flashing a toothy grin and throwing in the gun happy human. He heard the comment of him being property and Hammer's distaste for the human grew more.
Looking at the elevator panel Hammer noticed that there were no sub level buttons. Private access no doubt and it annoyed him that he would not be able to see the underground facilities without actually having to go with Duban and Huntington. No matter, he thought to himself and reached out and touched a higher button, right at the halfway point. He hoped he wasn't setting himself or his cousin up for a hopeless fight, but a floor of zombies were easier to handle then an entire city.
And with that the elevator doors closed.
It's the end of the world as we know it...and I feel fine.
The Ammo Shop inferno managed to attract half the city in its explosive wake. Rather...what was left of the city. The virus spread from one end of the city to the other, leaving its taint on not only the humans but the vampires and werewolves. Only a handful had escaped its grasped and currently they ran at a break neck speed to get to ground zero where, unbeknownst to them the cure was rapidly taking shape.
Everyone left in the city - uninfected and salivating infected turned from the smoldering fires downtown and refocused their sight on another fireball lighting up the evening sky.
Duibne Industries was on fire.
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To all those left in the city - this is the exit thread. The storyline will continue on and if you choose to involve yourself in the mayhem, I will happily include you.
WHAT HAS HAPPENED SO FAR:
Several members have been infected. Several had made their way towards the industrial district to Duibne Industries. Vampire, human and werewolf will set aside any differences in hopes of finding the answer to this night's terror and a vaccine/cure.
The ground floor of Duibne is now on fire, but there is a small pocket that anyone can move through to get inside DI before it is completely inundated with smoke and debris. You can go up or down - either way both areas are not completely secured or free of infected.
[COLOR=Red] Plan your exit AND CURE (if infected) here.[/COLOR]
Iov Hammerthynn
16 years ago
Simon Huntington
16 years ago
Simon followed Ellis into the elevator and put his hand out to keep it from closing. 'Amberelle,' he said in a calm voice. 'Going down.'
He waited for the female to back up and step into the elevator car which she did firing off several more rounds to ensure everyone's saftey. The dark haired female caught hold of Rowland and tossed in him with Hammerthynn and Jameson. Stepping back into the car, Simon stared over at Hammerthynn as both the doors closed. Rowland would now be on his own with the werewolves - that should be interesting.
Pressing his hand against the digital panel caused the elevator to immediately descend to the lower levels and to whatever the devil had waiting for them.
He waited for the female to back up and step into the elevator car which she did firing off several more rounds to ensure everyone's saftey. The dark haired female caught hold of Rowland and tossed in him with Hammerthynn and Jameson. Stepping back into the car, Simon stared over at Hammerthynn as both the doors closed. Rowland would now be on his own with the werewolves - that should be interesting.
Pressing his hand against the digital panel caused the elevator to immediately descend to the lower levels and to whatever the devil had waiting for them.
Steven
16 years ago
Both P90s clicked on empty chambers, and Steve swore violently. How the hell had two fifty-round clips been spent so fast? He reached for clips on his belt, but before he could get them, a hand grabbed the back of his flak jacket. Steve was shoved roughly into an elevator with the two men that had spooked him a bit ago. What was the one's name? Jameson? And the other one? The one woman had called him "Iov," or something like that. Steve turned to the doors just in time to see the woman who had dragged him across the room dissapear behind the doors. The others seemed to have ducked into a different elevator. One of the men pushed a button on the elevator's panel, and box rose to something that sure as hell wouldn't be heaven. Steve reloaded his weapons, and cocked them, taking up a position such that anything on the other side of the doors when they opened would be staring straight down the twin barrels. Bring those rancid bastards on.
Celeste
16 years ago
It was a swarm of infected that surged all around her, vile things with gaping mouths, fetid breath and dull eyes. How many she couldn't even begin to tell but as they went to reach out with grimey, bloody hands there was nothing but air where once sweet smelling flesh had been. Howls of rage filled the air as small wisps of smoky ether slid through the elevator doors.
She peered down at the rapidly dissapearing elevator car and gave a mental shrug before returning to her solid form and began to fall downwards. Even gravity was having a hard time catching her up to them she noted. But nature prevailed and just before slamming into the roof she dematerialized and slid through into the cab, solidifying just before smashing onto the floor roughly.
Sitting up and pulling herself up onto one knee while effects from the impact wore off, the Anantya looked up at the other occupants and in a rather un Celeste-like manner quipped, Mind if I crash this party?
She peered down at the rapidly dissapearing elevator car and gave a mental shrug before returning to her solid form and began to fall downwards. Even gravity was having a hard time catching her up to them she noted. But nature prevailed and just before slamming into the roof she dematerialized and slid through into the cab, solidifying just before smashing onto the floor roughly.
Sitting up and pulling herself up onto one knee while effects from the impact wore off, the Anantya looked up at the other occupants and in a rather un Celeste-like manner quipped, Mind if I crash this party?
Brig Jameson
16 years ago
Ding.
The elevator doors opened and with silent curiosity, Brig stepped past the gun toting human and peered out. It was painfully quiet. He stepped off the elevator as he fingered the gun in his waist band, pulling it out slowly but not raising it. Slowly and quietly, Brig inhaled.
His werewolf sense tried to identify the smells in the air. Faint traces of the putrid zombie flesh, but it had dissipated somewhat. He then felt a slight breeze and he stepped further out into the hallway, walking toward to the fresh air coming in; rounding a corner he could see the source. Office desks were turned over and stained red - several badly chewed up bodies laid on the floor, most missing a vital portion of their body - either their head or necks. Some turned, some unfortunately not; being eaten beyond the virus' capability, he wagered. Still, he walked by them with caution.
The window at the far end of the space had been broken in, it looked like. Probably from whatever preceded the explosion. Peering out the window he looked down and saw the remains of what looked like a helicopter. Sensing his cousin at this side, Brig spoke quietly without turning.
'Great. I was kind of hoping on that still being on the roof.' A plan to make it out of the city in DI's helicopter had crossed his mind and more than likely on Hammer's as well. Unless there were two up there - they were stuck. Looking back up across the city he could see more zombies running toward the towers. With a sigh he turned back to the office and addressed both Hammer and the human.
'No where to go but up, I guess.'
The elevator doors opened and with silent curiosity, Brig stepped past the gun toting human and peered out. It was painfully quiet. He stepped off the elevator as he fingered the gun in his waist band, pulling it out slowly but not raising it. Slowly and quietly, Brig inhaled.
His werewolf sense tried to identify the smells in the air. Faint traces of the putrid zombie flesh, but it had dissipated somewhat. He then felt a slight breeze and he stepped further out into the hallway, walking toward to the fresh air coming in; rounding a corner he could see the source. Office desks were turned over and stained red - several badly chewed up bodies laid on the floor, most missing a vital portion of their body - either their head or necks. Some turned, some unfortunately not; being eaten beyond the virus' capability, he wagered. Still, he walked by them with caution.
The window at the far end of the space had been broken in, it looked like. Probably from whatever preceded the explosion. Peering out the window he looked down and saw the remains of what looked like a helicopter. Sensing his cousin at this side, Brig spoke quietly without turning.
'Great. I was kind of hoping on that still being on the roof.' A plan to make it out of the city in DI's helicopter had crossed his mind and more than likely on Hammer's as well. Unless there were two up there - they were stuck. Looking back up across the city he could see more zombies running toward the towers. With a sigh he turned back to the office and addressed both Hammer and the human.
'No where to go but up, I guess.'
Steven
16 years ago
Steve shook his head, and started down the hall. "You two go, I'm gonna see about a security office. I want to know what the hell happened here." With that, Steve walked down the hall, guns at the ready. He paused at a doorway, and touched the button on his headset, setting it to voice-activation. "Amberelle, do you copy?" Steve listened, but there was no reply as he continued down the hall, searching for something, anything. He finally reached a door marked Security. After a few seconds with a lockpick, Steve opened the door, and walked in. The room was jammed with computers, one of which had to run the security system, shouldn't it? Monitor banks lined the walls, and a metal door leading to an armory of sorts stood ajar. Steve slid the P90s into thier sheaths on his backpack, spining them on his fingers. He pick out an M-16 from the selection, stocked up on ammo, then turned to the computer terminals. He pulled his laptop from his backpack, hooked the thing in through a parallel port, and began to work his way into the mainframe. Hopefully, there was a chance to contact the airbase. And maybe, just maybe, he could find the one person his heart burned for. A thought crossed his mind, and he spoke into the mic. "Amberelle, do you read me? Does anyone read?"
Ellis Duban
16 years ago
The dark haired vampire materialized out of thing air. Ethereal, Ellis thought. Damn Anantya's and their abilities. With a monotone voice Ellis replied as the elevator came to a halt. 'Color me jealous.'
The squawk of Amberelle's radio made her jump, pausing long enough to give the blond an annoyed look. Quickly she fingered her gun and along with Simon, raised their weapons to eye level as the doors opened. The smell of rotting flesh immediately flooded her senses and told her that they were not alone. Tapping Simon on his shoulder, she motioned to the right and she stepped off to the left. The hallway walls were smeared with blood but clearly read - 'Sub Level 1'. At least they had a security room on that level, but none of the laboratories - which was probably a good thing. He'd be able to gain access to the rest of the building from those computers - they just had to get there.
Nodding to the other two women, Ellis murmured quietly. 'Let's go.'
The squawk of Amberelle's radio made her jump, pausing long enough to give the blond an annoyed look. Quickly she fingered her gun and along with Simon, raised their weapons to eye level as the doors opened. The smell of rotting flesh immediately flooded her senses and told her that they were not alone. Tapping Simon on his shoulder, she motioned to the right and she stepped off to the left. The hallway walls were smeared with blood but clearly read - 'Sub Level 1'. At least they had a security room on that level, but none of the laboratories - which was probably a good thing. He'd be able to gain access to the rest of the building from those computers - they just had to get there.
Nodding to the other two women, Ellis murmured quietly. 'Let's go.'
Amberelle DeEspionne
16 years ago
Relief washed over Amberelle when Celeste appeared even if the whole car did bounce from the force of her landing. The blonde leaned against the corner and continued reloading her clips for a moment, just smirking at the question poised. As if they would really mind another along.
The Anantya had no idea what the size of this underground area was and how many potentially infected they would face. But no matter what, she was willing to do her best to help find a cure. At least she wouldn't have to worry about any of them taking a bite out of her cousin. And she prayed the two Ancients avoided exposure because that would be... bad. Very very bad.
She squeaked in suprise when the radio went off in the small, enclosed space at around 5 million decibils. Snatching it from her belt and spinning the volume dial down a good bit, she responded with forced gaiety, Loud and clear sunshine! How's the weather where you are?
Exiting behind the others she kept the radio close but turned down to volume 1 now. Not a problem for her to hear but at least as quiet as was possible. Her left hand gripped her katana tight, leather glove creaking slightly as she followed them to who knew where.
The Anantya had no idea what the size of this underground area was and how many potentially infected they would face. But no matter what, she was willing to do her best to help find a cure. At least she wouldn't have to worry about any of them taking a bite out of her cousin. And she prayed the two Ancients avoided exposure because that would be... bad. Very very bad.
She squeaked in suprise when the radio went off in the small, enclosed space at around 5 million decibils. Snatching it from her belt and spinning the volume dial down a good bit, she responded with forced gaiety, Loud and clear sunshine! How's the weather where you are?
Exiting behind the others she kept the radio close but turned down to volume 1 now. Not a problem for her to hear but at least as quiet as was possible. Her left hand gripped her katana tight, leather glove creaking slightly as she followed them to who knew where.
Steven
16 years ago
Relief flowed through his body as Amberelle replied to Steve's calls. For some damn reason, probably because she had saved him once and told the other person to save him a second time, he felt himself wanting to make sure that she survived. Debt was a weird thing. "Well, either this is a Stephen King movie, or this is one hell of a nightmare, and I'd love to wake up," he said, looking at the carnage. He looked at the screen of the laptop, then swore. There was a backup security system, and it had quarantined his computer, making any chance of getting information from the mainframe impossible. He checked on the video feed. There must have been some devine being watching his ass, because the video feed was active. He patched his laptop into the feed, and soon small windows were popping up on his screen, each one showing a different camera in the building. Steve pulled up a second program, into which he entered a few commands. Soon, he had programmed it to search the video feed for figures matching the ones from the video of the lobby below. He located Amberelle, and found that she was with the other two he had originally joined up with, as well as the drak-haired woman who had shoved him into the elevator with Frick and Frack back there. He searched the area around Amberelle, and found that there was about a dozen zombies waiting for her right outside the door. He swore, then spoke again. "Hey, darlin', you may wanna lock and load, 'cause there's a dozen of those rotted freaks waiting right outside your door." He opened a third program, which would create a 3D wireframe of the building, and place the people in there. He looked at the computers again, then swore yet again. This was turning out to be the worst night of his entire sad, sad life. He called Amberelle again. "I tried to get into the network, but I couldn't get in. Damn security network. Anyway, I'm monitoring the camera feeds. Let me know where you guys are heading, and I'll give you a route." Hopefully she wouldn't go all macho and tell him to blow it out his ass. He really didn't need the aggrivation.
Amberelle DeEspionne
16 years ago
Pausing while the human spoke, Amberelle's golden eyes swung over to look at Simon quizically. The Anantya had no clue where they were or where they were going, she was just following the ones she assumed did. Ever so softly whispering Which way? to him she peered around and listened, sniffing the air delicately as she determined the direction of the dozen hostiles Steven was seeing.
The air was thick with their stench which did a number on her stomach but she could tell they were off to the left, so she stepped to the right right after Simon and signed to her cousin to the left to indicate the zombies. The shorter De'Espionne nodded curtly and silently pulled a large machette from the backpack she wore even as she slid the Glock she'd been carrying out of her waistband. Cel moved into position close beside but behind Ellis, glancing between the two Tacharans and then back to Amby.
Speaking up against the radio in not much more than a whisper , Amberelle replied once Steven was done. Ok, gonna maintain as much radio silence as we can until in a secure location. Just give us heads up if you see massive movement towards us please. Looking around she finally spied the security camera with its tiny blinking red light and flashed her most charming smile to it before clipping the radio back to her belt and drawing her handgun.
Her golden eyes looked back to Simon as she waited for his mark. This was his territory so she would follow his lead.
The air was thick with their stench which did a number on her stomach but she could tell they were off to the left, so she stepped to the right right after Simon and signed to her cousin to the left to indicate the zombies. The shorter De'Espionne nodded curtly and silently pulled a large machette from the backpack she wore even as she slid the Glock she'd been carrying out of her waistband. Cel moved into position close beside but behind Ellis, glancing between the two Tacharans and then back to Amby.
Speaking up against the radio in not much more than a whisper , Amberelle replied once Steven was done. Ok, gonna maintain as much radio silence as we can until in a secure location. Just give us heads up if you see massive movement towards us please. Looking around she finally spied the security camera with its tiny blinking red light and flashed her most charming smile to it before clipping the radio back to her belt and drawing her handgun.
Her golden eyes looked back to Simon as she waited for his mark. This was his territory so she would follow his lead.
Steven
16 years ago
She knew about as much as he did, it seemed. "I hear ya. I'm out. And Amberelle, watch your ass. I've got a bad feeling about this." With that warning, Steve set the computer to alarm when anyone approached him or Amberelle, and began trying to locate a broadcast facility. The closest thing was a server room back down on the ground level. The fire had come to the door, but...
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP....
Steve switched windows. The computer had detected motion in one of the cameras outside the security office. He looked at the feed. A small group, maybe five or six, of zombies was heading for the security office. He pulled a wireless transmitter from his backpack and pluged it into the computer bank, then set his laptop to feed the video to a hand-held computer that he snagged from another desk. He moved into the hall, locking the door and jamming the lock. He then ran, heading for the elevator bank, shooting at the oncoming pack of zombies. They fell easily at the M16, and Steve felt a kind of satisfaction that only the safety and security of holding a weapon could give him. He wasn't sure, but the other two men seemed to have moved off, and Steve was alone. He had just reached the elevator, and was in the process of hitting the call button, when a scream rang out, and Steve jerked around. Someone was in trouble, and they sounded like they were nearby. He broke into a full run, blazing around a corner, tearing through a door, and hitting a dead end. He listened. Breathing. Nearby, too. He kicked open a door, and ran through, wiping a mixture of blood, dust, and grime from his goggles with one of his fingerless gloves. Something moved up ahead. Steve found the switch for the light on his gun, and turned it on. At a different time, Steve would have been mad that the gun didn't have a laser sight. But now he was more concerned with the figure in front of him. He ran, chasing down the person, unti-
"Son of a bitch!"
A young man was lying on the floor, his stomach and throat torn out by a mass of zombies. Steve fired, dropping the crowd with cruel ease. He ran to the man. No pulse. Dammit! He looked around, and found that he was totally lost. Wonderful. Just fucking peachy.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP....
Steve switched windows. The computer had detected motion in one of the cameras outside the security office. He looked at the feed. A small group, maybe five or six, of zombies was heading for the security office. He pulled a wireless transmitter from his backpack and pluged it into the computer bank, then set his laptop to feed the video to a hand-held computer that he snagged from another desk. He moved into the hall, locking the door and jamming the lock. He then ran, heading for the elevator bank, shooting at the oncoming pack of zombies. They fell easily at the M16, and Steve felt a kind of satisfaction that only the safety and security of holding a weapon could give him. He wasn't sure, but the other two men seemed to have moved off, and Steve was alone. He had just reached the elevator, and was in the process of hitting the call button, when a scream rang out, and Steve jerked around. Someone was in trouble, and they sounded like they were nearby. He broke into a full run, blazing around a corner, tearing through a door, and hitting a dead end. He listened. Breathing. Nearby, too. He kicked open a door, and ran through, wiping a mixture of blood, dust, and grime from his goggles with one of his fingerless gloves. Something moved up ahead. Steve found the switch for the light on his gun, and turned it on. At a different time, Steve would have been mad that the gun didn't have a laser sight. But now he was more concerned with the figure in front of him. He ran, chasing down the person, unti-
"Son of a bitch!"
A young man was lying on the floor, his stomach and throat torn out by a mass of zombies. Steve fired, dropping the crowd with cruel ease. He ran to the man. No pulse. Dammit! He looked around, and found that he was totally lost. Wonderful. Just fucking peachy.
Iov Hammerthynn
16 years ago
Hammer let his irritation with the human creep in his face. He looked at his cousin who shrugged and snorted in reply. If the human wanted to go off and get himself killed - he was more than welcomed to do so. One less skin sack to worry about.
'Now that we have our permission from G.I. Joe there, let's head up,' Hammer murmured. They walked back passed the elevators into another section that opened up into an atrium type setting that opened up two floors up and two floors back down. Quietly they waited on the edge, listening for any noise which soon presented itself. The soft shuffling of feet could be heard above them, causing both werewolves to back against the wall and rethink their plan when gunshots interrupted the silence.
Rolling his eyes, Hammer sighed.
'Now that we have our permission from G.I. Joe there, let's head up,' Hammer murmured. They walked back passed the elevators into another section that opened up into an atrium type setting that opened up two floors up and two floors back down. Quietly they waited on the edge, listening for any noise which soon presented itself. The soft shuffling of feet could be heard above them, causing both werewolves to back against the wall and rethink their plan when gunshots interrupted the silence.
Rolling his eyes, Hammer sighed.
Simon Huntington
16 years ago
The smell was overwhelming the further away from the elevators they walked, so much so that Simon covered his nose and fought the urge to vomit. It differed from the stench they first smelled from their first encounter - the zombie flesh becoming more and more ripe with time. The squawking from the radio set his teeth on edge, fearing it would give away their position but it was obvious that there were zombies in between them and the security room on the other side of the level. As they turned a corner, it became clear just how many.
This floor had encased glass offices which had automatically sealed but did not prevent the zombie stench from wafting in their direction - and apparently did not stop the zombies from smelling theirs. They were already throwing themselves against the glass paneling, trying to break the walls and get the their sweet smelling fresh. With a sick grimace Ellis mumbled something that made him chuckle despite the tragedy of the situation.
This floor had encased glass offices which had automatically sealed but did not prevent the zombie stench from wafting in their direction - and apparently did not stop the zombies from smelling theirs. They were already throwing themselves against the glass paneling, trying to break the walls and get the their sweet smelling fresh. With a sick grimace Ellis mumbled something that made him chuckle despite the tragedy of the situation.
Ellis Duban
16 years ago
'Oh man - that aint right,' Ellis whined.
The glass walls vibrated against the pounding of the fifty or so zombies trapped in the sealed rooms. The rooms stretched into a wide hallway on both sides, forcing the four to walk it like a gauntlet.
'Shit, shit, shit...' Ellis willed herself forward and walked down the center of the hallway as quickly as possible, the glass threatening to break as the zombies pounded furiously on the surface, trying in vain to get to her. 'Quickly...quickly, quickly, quickly,' she said to the others as she finally made it down the long hallway back to steel covered rooms.
Ellis shuddered a mixture of fear and revulsion. They still have a good half of the structure to make it to the security room and it was all freaking her out more than she'd care to admit. She tried to open up her perception but it was filled with surrounding zombies which proved to be little help at all, especially when she came to the end of the hallway and the secured doorway at the end. Ellis looked for the panel to it and found none.
'What the hell...I don't remember this?'
The glass walls vibrated against the pounding of the fifty or so zombies trapped in the sealed rooms. The rooms stretched into a wide hallway on both sides, forcing the four to walk it like a gauntlet.
'Shit, shit, shit...' Ellis willed herself forward and walked down the center of the hallway as quickly as possible, the glass threatening to break as the zombies pounded furiously on the surface, trying in vain to get to her. 'Quickly...quickly, quickly, quickly,' she said to the others as she finally made it down the long hallway back to steel covered rooms.
Ellis shuddered a mixture of fear and revulsion. They still have a good half of the structure to make it to the security room and it was all freaking her out more than she'd care to admit. She tried to open up her perception but it was filled with surrounding zombies which proved to be little help at all, especially when she came to the end of the hallway and the secured doorway at the end. Ellis looked for the panel to it and found none.
'What the hell...I don't remember this?'
Simon Huntington
16 years ago
Simon was equally unnerved walking in between the glass office walls and sighed in audible relief upon reaching Ellis on the other end. Touching the door he looked up into the ceiling.
'Up into the ventilation maybe - I can go over and open it.' Simon spoke mostly to himself as he thought about what was on the other side. His voice trailed off just thinking of it. With a slight jump he reached up and pushed on the ceiling. It budged slightly. Jumping again, higher and harder this time, he popped the seamless tile. It wasn't as easy as dropping into a room, he'd have to tear a hole into the siding to drop out.
With uncharacteristic smile, Simon nervously joked, 'If I'm not back in ten minutes...'
'Up into the ventilation maybe - I can go over and open it.' Simon spoke mostly to himself as he thought about what was on the other side. His voice trailed off just thinking of it. With a slight jump he reached up and pushed on the ceiling. It budged slightly. Jumping again, higher and harder this time, he popped the seamless tile. It wasn't as easy as dropping into a room, he'd have to tear a hole into the siding to drop out.
With uncharacteristic smile, Simon nervously joked, 'If I'm not back in ten minutes...'
Ellis Duban
16 years ago
Simon's nerves were visible as he popped open the ceiling tile near the locked door. He was nervous - he actually tried to joke. He never joked. Ellis nodded and tried to smile back.
'Yeah...' and held up her hand, mimicking a phone. 'Hello, 911.' Then she cleared her voice and nodded again. Simon began to pull himself up when she called out to him again. 'Hey.'
Simon had pulled himself up and into the ceiling when he heard her call. He popped his head back out and looked at her.
'What's the worse that can happen, right?' She sheepishly shrugged and waved him on. 'Forget it, go. Go.' Ellis watched, slipping her hands to her hips as Simon moved the ceiling tile back in place and again it was a seamless steel pattern again.
Turning to the other women, Ellis waited.
'Yeah...' and held up her hand, mimicking a phone. 'Hello, 911.' Then she cleared her voice and nodded again. Simon began to pull himself up when she called out to him again. 'Hey.'
Simon had pulled himself up and into the ceiling when he heard her call. He popped his head back out and looked at her.
'What's the worse that can happen, right?' She sheepishly shrugged and waved him on. 'Forget it, go. Go.' Ellis watched, slipping her hands to her hips as Simon moved the ceiling tile back in place and again it was a seamless steel pattern again.
Turning to the other women, Ellis waited.
Amberelle DeEspionne
16 years ago
Her pulse was pounding in her ears and almost deafening her as they moved as fast as possible down the hallway. Amberelle turned and pressed her back to the far wall beside the door, looking back at the glass walls with wide eyes. That had been the most unnerving thing, just walking through them all waiting for the dam to break and knowing if it did they would have been swarmed. The sounds, the screams and roars and the gag inducing stench were just so overwhelming.
Amby bit her lip as she listened to the exchange between Simon and Ellis then watched him dissapear into the ceiling. Looking back down the hallway to where Celeste waited, still and silent as she watched for any wandering infected Amberelle had to wonder if maybe they should have sent the other Anantya instead but held her tongue. Ellis still creeped her out a good deal.
Amby bit her lip as she listened to the exchange between Simon and Ellis then watched him dissapear into the ceiling. Looking back down the hallway to where Celeste waited, still and silent as she watched for any wandering infected Amberelle had to wonder if maybe they should have sent the other Anantya instead but held her tongue. Ellis still creeped her out a good deal.
Celeste
16 years ago
Celeste stood in the center of the doorway that lead to the long hallway the others had just started down. The incessant screeching, howling and pounding on the glass had her grinding her teeth in irritation. She glanced over her shoulder briefly and made sure the three were at the far doorway, then turned back to her self appointed post.
The series of events unfolding around them was highly unsettling. They were an unknown amount underground and without the other two would be completely lost. The two Anantya needed an escape plan and the only one that came to mind for the Creole had never been tested. Leaving her younger cousin down here to rot was not an option so as she contemplated things her brow furrowed.
Looking back, Cel saw the man wasn't with them and she looked at her cousin quizically. Amby simply jerked her head towards the door beside her in response so she nodded and turned away again. The sooner they were away from this area the better. These undead were no threat to her, but to her cousin... her lip twitched and Celeste ground her teeth a little more.
The series of events unfolding around them was highly unsettling. They were an unknown amount underground and without the other two would be completely lost. The two Anantya needed an escape plan and the only one that came to mind for the Creole had never been tested. Leaving her younger cousin down here to rot was not an option so as she contemplated things her brow furrowed.
Looking back, Cel saw the man wasn't with them and she looked at her cousin quizically. Amby simply jerked her head towards the door beside her in response so she nodded and turned away again. The sooner they were away from this area the better. These undead were no threat to her, but to her cousin... her lip twitched and Celeste ground her teeth a little more.
Steven
16 years ago
Footsteps. Many of them. Steve pinpionted them as being above him. Maybe on the next floor. He ran down the hall, checking the computer. No sign of hostiles in the immedeiate vincinity, but there was a whole shitload of them right outside the next door. He checked Amberelle. Plenty of zombies were thinking of munching on his new charge. Beutiful. Steve turned the corner, and found a dead guard. Lovely. He ran further, looking for something, anything. He wasn't sure what he was after, but there was something out there that he needed. Something. But where was it? He turned another corner and found himself faced with a pair of double doors. Damn. He checked for a camera on the other side, and found none. The room seemed to be dark. But something told him that he needed to go through here. He blazed through the door, and found a large conference room. On through the other side, a lighted hallway writhing with zombies. Steve ignored them, and ran to the next door, slamming it shut on a zombie just as he got through. He continued on. Something was out there for him, waiting for him to find it, but where the hell was it?!?!?!
Nova
16 years ago
If Nova was to look back over her life and pick a finest hour, this past one, while not perfect or even ideal, might fit the bill. It started with a graceless slide to a zombie's feet and ended with the triumphant display of a single slide, and in between there were a half dozen little discoveries and progressions that ultimately made for a cure.
She had been trying to protect Carol when she lunged for Dr. Thorpe – it was all done with the best of intentions. Luckily for everyone, there was a lab bench in between the two scientists, and so instead of tackling the zombie who was to help her find the cure, she ended up in a heap at his feet, looking up at his outstretched hand. Knowing an opportunity when she saw one, she snatched up a slide and quickly took what she needed, keeping as wary a distance as she could and casting several warning looks. Not liking the way he was drooling over Carol, she ordered Dr. Thorpe to the other side of the room and bellowed tensely every time she felt his breath on the back of her neck.
Evans was right – she really could be kind of bossy sometimes. But there was no time for introspection – they had a cure to find, and the distractions were piling up. Between wondering whether she was going to be eaten by her fellow scientist and the ringing of what sounded like several different alarm systems, it was a wonder she could hear herself think. And then she had a breakthrough, and the sirens didn't matter so much, and Dr. Thorpe was modeling their next step on the computer, and she thought maybe this could work after all.
It did work, for a while – and then the failures began to roll in, as lab rat after lab rat fell over dead or exploded or met an otherwise gruesome end. To make matters worse, Nova suspected that Dr. Thorpe wouldn't be holding out much longer. It was that thought that led to her discovery – what had allowed him to hold out against the virus at all? Understanding that was key. They didn't have a week to observe, she was flying through the method, but she could get this, she knew she could. Another sample and it all started to come together. There were still failed tests but it was systematic now, eliminating choices deliberately instead of stumbling blindly for the light.
Carol had left the moment they were confident they had something, and then it was really time to deliver. So many things had to come together at once to make this cure happen – a perfect storm in reverse.
She had been trying to protect Carol when she lunged for Dr. Thorpe – it was all done with the best of intentions. Luckily for everyone, there was a lab bench in between the two scientists, and so instead of tackling the zombie who was to help her find the cure, she ended up in a heap at his feet, looking up at his outstretched hand. Knowing an opportunity when she saw one, she snatched up a slide and quickly took what she needed, keeping as wary a distance as she could and casting several warning looks. Not liking the way he was drooling over Carol, she ordered Dr. Thorpe to the other side of the room and bellowed tensely every time she felt his breath on the back of her neck.
Evans was right – she really could be kind of bossy sometimes. But there was no time for introspection – they had a cure to find, and the distractions were piling up. Between wondering whether she was going to be eaten by her fellow scientist and the ringing of what sounded like several different alarm systems, it was a wonder she could hear herself think. And then she had a breakthrough, and the sirens didn't matter so much, and Dr. Thorpe was modeling their next step on the computer, and she thought maybe this could work after all.
It did work, for a while – and then the failures began to roll in, as lab rat after lab rat fell over dead or exploded or met an otherwise gruesome end. To make matters worse, Nova suspected that Dr. Thorpe wouldn't be holding out much longer. It was that thought that led to her discovery – what had allowed him to hold out against the virus at all? Understanding that was key. They didn't have a week to observe, she was flying through the method, but she could get this, she knew she could. Another sample and it all started to come together. There were still failed tests but it was systematic now, eliminating choices deliberately instead of stumbling blindly for the light.
Carol had left the moment they were confident they had something, and then it was really time to deliver. So many things had to come together at once to make this cure happen – a perfect storm in reverse.