RP again.

[BaldingSteve]

OOC: Oh hell, go crazy, as long as there's 2, one's a shotgun and they both have flashlights. Lower-level though, no like Ak-47's or M4A1's.

[SlainPwner666]

Edited.

Btw, a bernelli is a semi automatic shotgun, not unlike the Auto Shotty from the actual game

[FaceGrater]

OOC: I have a 45. Could I possibly have some of that ammo?

[Garfsan]

OOC: Do you mean Benelli? The only one i can think of is the Daewoo USAS12. But nvm whatever :P And the auto shotty in l4d is semi auto, as is Steves SPAS 12. So now we have two semi-shotties.

[BaldingSteve]

Day 1 6:23pm

"Well I'll take that shotgun then. I just have a thing for them." Steve said as he pumped the shells out of his. "Someone else can have this if they want it, but I call this baby." He said, picking up the bernelli. He switched on the light to make sure it worked, and it lit up the room quite well. He switched it back off quickly so no one would get annoyed. "Well now I have 18 shells of buckshot." Steve said to Mark. "I could use some more. Luckily I also have my pistol, and plenty of ammo for it."

He then turned to Derek. "Did any of those bodies have a tactical vest on them? I'm sort of running out of space with all of the shit I have, and could use some more." Steve said.

OOC: Or just put some ammo into the safe.

[SlainPwner666]

Benelli. Fine then. Close enough. And yea, Ill edit again. Anyone wants the Springfield? I would take it, cuz I love sniper rifles, but I have my M4

[Garfsan]

Day 1 18:37

Steve had commented he wanted the Benelli, giving up the Spas 12. No one took the Springfield and Jon spoke up about some of the .45 rounds. No one wanted the hand grenade.

"Staff" Derek spoke in a dry tone "Here" he reached into his vest pulling out the clip of 5.56 he had. "Take this man" He chucked in front of the group, clunking off the floor "Thirty rounds 5.56 NATO."

OOC: The remmy 870 is a standard pump action btw. nothing uber about it just a solid reliable weapon.

[SlainPwner666]

"Bout damn time. Thanks man, I was running low. I guess I'll hump the rifle for now [Military term for carry, dont get any ideas]
He picked up the sniper rifle, and carried it to the rear wall. He then removed some screw drivers from the safe and then began to make adjustments to the scope and rail.

[FaceGrater]

Day 1:

Jon put down his paper and saw the guys huddling around some new weapons. He got up and walked over to them. He saw some nice looking weapons. The guys were all claiming stuff. "I'll just take some .45 ammo. If that's alright. I'll leave the good stuff for those who need it." Jon grabbed what he felt was fair and walked back to where he was sitting. He sat back down and continued to read the paper in a nonchalant manner.

[Garfsan]

I guess I'll hump the rifle for now
*goes off into corner, playing with tools*
OOC: made me chuckle lol.

Derek sighed, it was moving closer to the deadline and no one seemed to be ready. "Much as I hate to break this up" he spoke in a clear tone his voice towering over the others "It's thirty minutes till were due to move to the clinic. Or has that changed?" He paused rubbing his nose "Now I'm glad we got some supplies but seriously, we need to get squared away for leaving. And how many 30.06 rounds you gonna find this day and age?"

[Stubbs]

OT

awwww man i loved the last RP BaldingSteve and would love to be in this one, I'm not asking to join either. I'm moving so PC is rare right now but will follow story for fun of it keep it up this time ;)

[Garfsan]

Derek didn't wait for a reply. He just wanted to make sure the group was safe. He stood looking over the group, arms folded leaning against the wall. He started to speak

"Guys I found a satphone on a dead guy, full battery and the chargers are easy to find" he paused looking around the room "I'm pretty sure theres most likely one here in this building." He produced the large phone and showed it to the group. "This will get a call to anywhere in the world. But I'm gonna keep hold of it for now. No use keeping peoples hopes up calling Mr or Misses and find they're not there. Theres nothing worse than that." He put the phone back in his vest, sighed and looked at his watch. "thirty minutes guys"

(OT: gonna hit the sack now)

[BaldingSteve]

OOC: Just gonna ignore my question garf?

[alex]

OOC: Aaw crap i missed my new weapon! Anyway what guns are still available? And im no expert with weapons, so i don't really know which ammo goes into which gun.

On story: 'Heey you guys found more weapons i see, cool!' he said with a smile on his face. He also noticed Derek was shaven and looked a lot more healthy this way. See Alex? Just because someone has a beard doesn't mean he has to be an asshole. He walked over to Derek and said:'Nice gun you got there dude. Anyway, i want to apologize if Ive been a dick to you the last few hours. I understand people get pissed when everything goes wrong.' he said smiling at Derek.

Ooh shit, almost forgot! He thought. 'Heey Jon, in case you still want it, here's your multitool.' And he tossed it back to Jon.

[SlainPwner666]

OOC: The springfield is still available, I was simply holding onto it for someone else.

[Garfsan]

@Steve: sorry man didn't see it missed it when i first saw post or you edited it after i saw it sorry man.

"Did any of those bodies have a tactical vest on them? I'm sort of running out of space with all of the shit I have, and could use some more." Steve asked Derek. He looked up at him

"Sorry man, no. Old man and younger man outside had the satphone, and the solider i got this from" he patted his vest "Hadn't anything else." he paused "There is a young woman in the bathroom with one on but I don't know if it will fit you sorry."

Alex walked over to Derek 'Nice gun you got there dude. Anyway, i want to apologize if Ive been a dick to you the last few hours. I understand people get pissed when everything goes wrong.' he said smiling at Derek. Derek looked at the young man. He was tired he could see it in his eyes.

Derek smiled and patted then gripped him on the shoulder, leaned in whispering "Hey man she's all yours. I'm here to protect you guys." he looked away for a second "I'm not gonna stop you, she hugged me cuz I started crying after I blurted out to the group. She's cool but too young for me son." He smiled, ruffling up his hair and patting him on the back again. "Thanks Alex." he said louder "No probs man. Sorry I've been a dick too."

He looked at Steve. "Who gets the Franchi?" he looked at the grenade on the floor. "What type of grenade is it? HE frag? What?"

[SlainPwner666]

"Fragmentation. Basic grenade."
Mark Jones quickly said, looking up from his Springfield Sniper Rifle, which he had been working on for the past half hour. He had found 16 30.30 rounds in the safe, but he still had to conserve ammo.


OOC: Steve, when you get back on, hit me up on steam. I have a few ideas that need your approval, but I want to keep secret

[Garfsan]

"Fragmentation. Basic grenade." Staff replied "You keep hold of it Staff. That will be the safest"

Day 1 18:45
He squatted down on the floor, his ribs were starting to pang with pain again. He looked at his watch 18:45. Not long now he thought to himself. When he slid down to the floor a piercing pain shot up his side, and felt like he had just been stabbed.

"FUCKER!" Derek hissed

[alex]

Alex looked at Mark's rifle, and said:'I don't know if you got too hooked on it already, but can i use it? I know i already have two pistols but i don't really have a main gun like you guys have. Of course, someone can have one of my pistols if he wants, i don't really think ill need two of them.' He looked around him waiting for an answer. He also noticed Mark has found a grenade. awesome! we are gonna be unstoppable with all this weapons! He thought.

Suddenly Derek Shouted out in pain when he sad down. 'Derek! are you alright? Hmm you might wanna take a painkiller before we head off.' And he gave him a one.

[SlainPwner666]

Alex stared at the springfield, then asked for it.
"Sure. Few things though. This 30 30 rifle is gonna have more kick than those 9 millimeters. A good shooting stance is to press the gun into your shoulder, so it takes the impact, and then go into a crouch, and lock your shooting arm's elbow. Takes alot of recoil out of it. We don't have much ammo, so conserve.

[Garfsan]

Day 1: 18:46

When Derek had sat down he felt something move in his abdomen and yelled in pain. He looked at his watch again and blinked a few times.

"Sorry guys we got till after 22:00 till it goes dark, not thirty odd minutes. Sorry I got a bit confused." he scratched his head looking around the room.

Staff was showing Alex how to use the Springfield, and the proper way to fire it without it breaking your shoulder. Alex had given him another painkiller.

"Alex man.. why I'm OK don't worry..." his voice was weak. "just that hurt to sit down is all." He held his side gritting his teeth, blood was frothing from his mouth, and the gash on his forehead had opened up, blood seeping down his cheek. His heart started pounding rapidly, sides of his head throbbing like a motor engine. He coughed violently blood spraying out in front of him. "ARGGH! DAMMIT!" he started to bunch up into a ball, clutching his side in agony blood seeping from his side.

His vision went blurry, the rain changed from the pounding to a distant sound along with the voices of the others, colour changed to monotone blurred and out of focus. He couldn't see two feet in front of him. He tried to speak but it came out a gargled mess from the blood in his mouth.

He rolled onto his hands and knees, and threw up violently. A pool of blood formed in front of his face. Oh god.. what the fuck is happening to me... His eyes were heavy.. he wasn't gonna hold much longer...

My ribs hit something vital... his thoughts seemed distant as he slumped to the floor.

[BaldingSteve]

OOC: Steve, when you get back on, hit me up on steam. I have a few ideas that need your approval, but I want to keep secret
Sorry man my PC has been broken for the last month. Just pm be.

Day 1 6:46

Derek was screaming in pain and seemed to be really hurt. Steve rushed over to him. "He man are you alright? Please tell me you're not infected." He said.

[Garfsan]

18:46

Derek was out but still able to hear things. His face was down in the puddle of his own blood that spilled out of his own mouth.

"Hey man are you alright?..." He heard a voice it was faint "...Please tell me you're not infected." He turned his head and tried to look up at the source of the noise.

Almost all of his face was covered in blood, his eyes were barely open. "My..my..insides...I need...help...noww..." he trailed off his face hit the floor hard.

[BaldingSteve]

Day 1 6:47

"My..my..insides...I need...help...noww..." Derek said as his head hit the floor. he was vomiting blood.

"Guys, it looks like he damaged one of his organs. I don't know what we're supposed to do. All I know is if we don't get him help, he's going to die." Steve said. "We have to move. NOW." He said as he moved back up the stairs to get the stepladder someone had brought up. He set it up next to the rooftop of the adjacent building, and climbed up onto the rooftop. The rain was pouring down quite hard and there was no visibility. He turned on the light for his shotgun and scanned the rooftop. Nothing.

"Guys! Get up here, and someone help Derek. We need to get to that clinic now.!" Steve yelled to the people still downstairs.

[SlainPwner666]

They were pressing in from all sides. The sound of gunshots got nearer and nearer. Private First Class Mark Jones continued firing his M4A1 assault rifle. It would become his favorite weapon, and save his life several times in the days to come. He spotted a terrorist pick up a large pipe like weapon, heft it, and then begin to straighten it out.
"RPG!!!!!!!!!" He yelled, and dove to the ground. None of his fellow squad mates heard him, and were blow apart in the blast. Anger surging up inside him, mark stood up. Snarling, almost animal-like in his movements, he fired with god like accuracy, striking them down as soon as they stuck their heads out. He crossed the ground slowly, still growling. He noticed that they had surrounded him. He didn't care. Then, he was hit twice, both times in the leg. He stumbled, and was hit once in the shoulder, another time in the arm. He slid to the ground, and the terrorists approached cautiously. They talked to him in arabic, to which they received a nice and wonderful all american gesture with one finger. One of them stomped on his injured leg, but if he was looking for a reaction, he was disappointed. One of them tried to grab his m4, and received a combat knife to the face for his trouble. He screamed in pain, and then aimed his rifle at mark's head. Then, he heard a shout in arabic. A apparently high ranking officer approached, and looked him over. He then made a gesture with his hand, indicating that he was of no use to them. And then, left. As the terrorist once again placed the gun to mark's head, mark grinned and waited for it. The terrorist's head disintegrated and he crumpled. Then, instantly, two apache helicopter gunships flew in, shredding them where they stood. A transport helicopter arrived seconds later, and a medic jumped out. "Your gonna be alright soldier" he said, and then he was placed in the chopper. That was the day he met sarah. She worked as a nurse in the field hospital he was sent to. They became good friends, and they then returned to the states, yet kept in regular contact. Of course, she was dead. In fact, so was everyone he had ever known.......
Mark Jones awoke in a cold sweat. He then stood, and tried to get a handle on what happened





Edit: alright then, time for my little surprise. And steve, I think I'll go alone



Edit: no, Ill wait for the others

[BaldingSteve]

I guess we just have to wait until tomorrow.

[Garfsan]

Day ?0:90
Derek was slipping in and out of consciousness, his head pounding, lying face down in a puddle of blood. His vision focused on a figure running to him in the distance. The ground started shaking, the pool of blood he was lying in vibrating in front of him.. the windows began to shake and the others around him were frantically firing there guns at the ever encroaching behemoth. He could see it. It was around eight feel tall and pushing 500 pounds. He was powerful and muscular, running forward like a silverback gorilla each step crunching the floor. It roared the beasts voice tearing through his ears.

"No.." he was muttering, his voice small and weak "Nooo..get away from it..." he coughed blood up "run.." The beast hit the first line of men, there frames snapped in two by its massive hands others sent flying being crashed into walls falling into a crumpled heap. It paused to grapple a young man, it wrenched its hands down ripping the mans spine in two blood gushing from his spine tearing through his stomach.

"NOO" Derek voice was louder but still edged with a weakness. "GET AWAY FROM IT"

(OOC: Derek is slipping in and out if consciousness, basically he is out of action for the time being as he can't move under his own steam. Going bed now)

[Little_Kitty1234]

GOD, I go on a camping trip for a weekend and yall move onto another page....how's a girl suppose to keep up....>_<

[alex]

Dont worry Kitty, well find a way. Enjoy your trip! :D

[Garfsan]

Derek was finding it hard to breathe. His lungs were on fire for what moments he was conscious and for that times he wasn't all he could see was that recurring nightmare of that behemoth killing everything.

I'm not gonna die.. His thoughts seemed distant, as if he was slowly moving away from them. I'm not gonna die..they are gonna save me...

He snapped awake. He could see a large puddle of gore that he was face down in, his eyes were heavy, ears burning his lungs were on fire. He coughed violently, each movement sending more shots of pain down his body.

&quot;Guys...hello? Anyone there?&quot; his voice was weak and small. He couldn't see anyone or even hear them, but somehow he knew he wasn't alone. His eyes refocused for a moment. He could see the pendant that he wore around his neck soaked in the blood.

Amy... He drifted back into unconsciousness the raging behemoth was back.

[BaldingSteve]

OOC: Guys come on. Post your shit, we need this to keep moving.

[alex]

Alex saw Derek was hallucinating heavily. 'Derek! stay with me! You are not going to die! not while i'm still alive! He checked Derek's Temperature.Damn, he has a high fever he thought. He putted some water on a towel and put it on his head. Steve said they needed to move now. 'Im ready Steve, we just need to find some way to help Derek towards the clinic.' he said.

[Garfsan]

Derek could just make out Alex's voice. It was faint but he could hear it. He looked up to him but couldn't make out his face.

&quot;Blood...all this blood...&quot; he grunted loudly.. &quot;Jesus help me man...&quot;

OOC: i was gonna do something completely random here for derek to say but didn't think they were funny enough..

[SlainPwner666]

I think kitty meant to say that she went on a camping trip, and she is back now. Either way, I need all of you guys to cross over to the other roof before I can post

[Garfsan]

Derek looked around the room.. it was blurred and he couldn't make out anything else. He could hear all around him voices and sound of hurried steps. Although nothing made any sense.

He heaved himself onto his hands and knees, the majority of his face and upper body soaked with his blood. His eyes were weak, his expression a muted tone of sorrow. Derek moved to sitting upright, shouting in agony as he did so.

&quot;Jesus..&quot; he grunted loudly, looking at the others in the room, he reached into his vest pulling out the pill Alex had given him earlier. He swallowed the pill it was hard to swallow and it tasted of blood.

&quot;Blood...&quot; he murmured &quot;Blood for the ....god..&quot; his head slumped back down, eyes wide open mouth hanging slack. Blood dripped from the mass of it all over his face. His hands twitched as he lay motionless, his chest moving ever so slightly only every so often..

[SlainPwner666]

Alright, screw this, we need to get this RP moving nao!!!!!!

Mark Jones swore, and immediately ran for the ladder now set on the roof. Everyone across! He yelled

[BaldingSteve]

OOC: Someone just fireman carry him.

And what Slain? I already set the ladder up.

[SlainPwner666]

My fail

[Garfsan]

OOC: Derek weighs about 200lbs (or 90kg) btw. Hes a big bastard.

Derek was staring at the figure in front of him. He was tall, an older man with a greying slicked back hair, rough Grey beard and a stern determined face. He was tall, about 170lbs and dressed in full tactical gear. In his hands was a M249, which he seemed to hold without a slight ounce of discomfort.

The man raised the gun in front of him, lining up the gun with Derek's head.
Darkness hit him suddenly

Derek screamed in pain...

[SlainPwner666]

Mark Jones ran back, trying to find out what was taking everyone. On the way, he spotted a air horn, sitting on a desk. Wonder if his lighter still works....... he thought, and then began to sprint.

[Tyr]

<div class="quote">C'mon c'mon c'mon, move it along already!</div>

[SlainPwner666]

SHADDAP BITCH I AM WORKING ON IT
[Caps Lock, Heel!!!!]

[FaceGrater]

Day 1:

Jon was sitting in a chair in the room with everyone. He was just catching his breath when Derek began to slump and grimace in pain. Dammit, whats wrong now he thought. Alex asked him if he was alright and Derek said yes, but his body language said otherwise. Everyones gotta be the badass.

Jon stood up and saw that Derek fell flat on his face, unconscious. &quot;Guys, it looks like he damaged one of his organs. I don't know what we're supposed to do. All I know is if we don't get him help, he's going to die.&quot; Steve said. &quot;We have to move. NOW.&quot; He said as he moved back up the stairs to get the stepladder Jon had brought up. Jon moved over to the stairs as well. &quot;I suppose now is as good as any. Lets move. &quot; Jon went back and carried Derek up the stairs and across the ladder were Steve was waiting.

[Tyr]

&quot;Guys, it looks like he damaged one of his organs...&quot;
<div class="quote">Oh God no! Who'll play Baby Elephant Walk now!</div>
<div class="quote">Okay I'll shaddup.</div>

[SlainPwner666]

THATS IT
Kick Player Tyr?

Press Epic Win Key to vote yes
Press Alt-F4 to vote no
Edit: Alright then. Vote cancelled


OT: We kinda need kitty, jon, derek and steve to cross, and it appears kitty is getting some zzzzz's, so this will have to continue tomorrow

[Garfsan]

Derek was out cold. The nightmare caused him to scream in agony which had sapped the last of his strength. He lay there slumped over, eyes closes mouth slacked open. His chest was slowly rising and falling but the speed at which it did so was getting less frequent.

Inside his mind he was in a better place. A young woman was with him and ahead he could see his family. He turned to see Amy, her features glowing in the soft sunlight a cool breeze gently lifting her long brunette hair.

He hugged her tight.

She screamed in pain. And was torn asunder. Her upper body landed at Derek's feat her innards strewn all over the now rotted brown tinged grass. Her legs were several yards away. In the distance he saw his family slaughtered by dark figures.

He fell to his knees. And roared to the heavens. His voice boomed out over the hills ahead, the very sky cracking from the pressure. The sky shattered raining red shards that fell with grace to the putrid earth below.

One jagged piece fell down in front of him. Derek looked at his reflection. Gone was the happy carefree face that he wore for many days. Instead he saw a shadowed face filled with anger and menace looking back at him. Its eyes raw and powerful. He punched the mirrored piece.

(ooc: thats all for tonight. Derek's still out and takin no active part at the moment. So will need to be carried. Dont get me killed :P)

[BaldingSteve]

OOC: Slain, I'm already across. I'm standing in the rain holding the next roof lol.

[SlainPwner666]

Alright, well I need kitty to cross and jon to carry derek, for, reasons

[FaceGrater]

OOC: I edited my post so that I cross carrying Derek.

[SlainPwner666]

Alright, all we need is catherines input, and then we can get this moving. Just a word of caution, some bad shat is about to go down

[FaceGrater]

OOC:
I'm going to be busy at work today so I probably won't be able to post too much. I get off at 4 so around then I'll be able to get back in this (Im in Cali for a time reference for you guys).

[SlainPwner666]

OOC: Don't worry man, I got places to be as well. Be back in a few hours. If you guise could, just cross the ladder, plox?

[alex]

Just a word of caution, some bad shat is about to go down
O.O Derek aint gonna survive another hunter xD anyway, ill post my part now.

Alex saw that Jon carried Derek towards the rooftop. He offered him to help, but he would make it he said. He's right, I better watch the back like it promised the group he thought, And he followed Jon an Derek towards the rooftop, over the ladder.

BTW i live in Holland, so the time here is GMT 0.

[Garfsan]

Just a word of caution, some bad shat is about to go down


Marvelous..Bloody marvelous

[Little_Kitty1234]

.....(sigh) ok.......

how should I get howie up there........................

[alex]

.....(sigh) ok.......

how should I get howie up there........................

doesnt he follow you wherever you go? xD

[Little_Kitty1234]

lol, ya but steve said no god like things so unless howie is the smartest dog in the world how will he climb a ladder and i'm guessing he's to heavy for me....=P

[Zorgy]

Maybe you'll have to leave him to die. :O

[Little_Kitty1234]

Stop making comments like that Zorgy....>_<

[Zorgy]

:D just messing with you :P

[SlainPwner666]

OOC: Oh don't worry derek, nothings gonna happen to you. You shall all see what I mean.
Kitty: Uh, he can walk along the sides? All you and howie need to do is cross the ladder to the other building

[Garfsan]

@ kitty: maybe ask someone to do so? Or put a plank over the ladder or something?

You shall all see what I mean.

*Queue ominous music as Slain raps his cape around him and laughs maniacally, then coughing loudly as he chokes*

ON TOPIC!!:

Derek's eyes opened for a brief moment and he could see that he was draped across someones shoulders. The floor looked distant. He could hear hurried shouts and a dog barking.

What the hell is going on... he was starting to regain consciousness, his head was pounding his vision blurred and his hearing was shabby at best. He tried to speak but only garbled words came out. He noticed that he was dripping blood all over the persons clothes who was carrying him. He tugged at the persons back of his shirt.

&quot;Im..sorry&quot; he just managed to say before he passed out again.

[SlainPwner666]

ROFL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Moving on. I wonder if Derek dies, can I have his lighter? I FOUND A FUCKING AIR HORN. DO YOU NOT SEE THE EPICNESS CONCEALED????

[BaldingSteve]

OOC: Just so you guys know, I don't want any random people appearing at the clinic. I have an idea that you'll all like.

Also slain, I already have a zippo and a can of aerosol air freshener. You were a little slow.

Day 1 7:00pm

Steve saw Alex and Jon come onto the roof. Jon was carrying Derek who seemed to be drifting in and out of context. Now they just waited on Kitty and Mark. &quot;Guys, just hold up. We can't move to the next roof until those guys get over here. They better hurry the hell up though, or Derek is going to die.&quot; Steve said to the group. He was standing on the corner of the roof, looking down into the street. The rain made it hard to see much of anything, but from what he could tell there wasn't any movement. It was beginning to get very, very dark very quickly. 'They better hurry' he thought to himself. 'We can't afford to lose anyone this early on... I just hope we find someone alive at the clinic who can help.'

[SlainPwner666]

I may be slow, but you shall see what that air horn is for, and not just for a makeshift flamethrower. I think I can guess what is gonna happen at the clinic, sucks that I will most likely not be there to see it.

[Garfsan]

sucks that I will most likely not be there to see it.

Whut?

day 1 09:0?
He was on the other roof now, he could just make this out. Also Steve was more active now. The rain continued to pour, making the hard task of making anything out even harder. Derek squinted realizing he wasn't wearing his bergen, or his jacket.

Damnit..&quot; He thought to himself. He looked up at the guy carrying him, he could just make out Jon's features. He tugged at his shirt again. &quot;Jon...my gear..in the other building...&quot; he paused talking was taking his strength &quot;My stuff...&quot;

[SlainPwner666]

[Whistling]

I suppose I'll just wait for it

[alex]

[Whistling]

I suppose I'll just wait for it

sorry man, i'm just very busy with school last days, so i couldn't write so much. Anyway:

Derek whispered that his gear was still in the building. 'Dont worry Derek, i took it with me.' He said smiling at him. They reached the other rooftop, were mark and Steve were waiting.

[SlainPwner666]

Actually, I am currently holding the ladder for the rest of you. Maybe I can ever get the dog across. But there I go again on my wagon of dreams that always flip over and snap my spine like a pixie stick

[FaceGrater]

Day 1:

Jon had just put Derek down when, in a weak voice, he asked him to go back and get his things. &quot;Duh&quot; jon thought. &quot;How could I forget?&quot;

He walked towards the ladder and started to cross the ladder. &quot;How did I carry Derek across this?&quot; He said to himself. He made it back across, grabbed his things and went back. He put them in Derek's lap. &quot;Here you go man.&quot; he said. We waited for the group to get ready to move once again.

[Garfsan]

Derek woke again, he was sat down with his bergen in his lap, he could just make out Jon. He hoped the others were around. &quot;Thanks&quot; he muttered as loud as he could.

He could feel the rain pounding down on him, and the dull roar was an occasional thunderbolt ripping through the skies.

He looked ahead Catherine was still on the other side with Howie. &quot;Dude Jon, the dog.&quot; he weakly pointed the now wringing wet Alsatian mix that was a mixture of alert and pissed off its out in the rain. Can't leave him, Catherine needs him. Without him she will struggle.&quot; he stayed conscious this time rather than fading out.

Great I can't help anyone cuz I'm too fucked up to move.

[SlainPwner666]

Cmon, CMON HOWIE!!!!!!! YOU CANS DO IT!!!!!!!

[Zorgy]

Goddamnit get to the plot twist slain, NAO!

[FaceGrater]

OOC: Guess I'll take the initiative with the dog.
On topic:

Day 1:

Jon looked back across as Derek pointed to Catherine. She stood there on the other building and her dog looked hesitant to cross. &quot;Alright.&quot; Jon said. &quot;I better get ripped after all of this&quot; he said chuckling. He walked back across the ladder to Catherine. &quot;Catherine, I'll carry the dog across. Hurry and go, we need to move quickly.&quot;

[SlainPwner666]

IM TRYING DAMMIT. I need the others on the other side of the fucking building!

OT:
Mark Jones simply watched, and kept an eye behind them so that they all could cross safely. &quot;Whats taking you guys?&quot; He yelled behind him

[Garfsan]

Derek sat slumped against a wall which Jon has put him by, he was soaked through and was barely with it.

C'mon Catherine he thought to himself You can do it Derek looked around, he could just make out Jon clamber back across to the other side. And there he was talking to Catherine.

&quot;Alex&quot; he muttered &quot;Hey can you manage my bergen...&quot; He grimaced for a moment &quot;I'd carry it myself If i could&quot; Derek began to get some feeling back. &quot;Painkillers are starting to kick in&quot; He grumbled, shifting himself a little further up. &quot;Alex man keep watch out. Watch for shit coming in&quot;

Derek himself was looking around, in the confusion of the rain he noticed there was around 3-4 figures climbing the opposite building where they just were. They scurried up the drainpipe at the back of Staff's sight.

&quot;STAFF! FOOT MOBILES AT YOUR SIX!!&quot;

[SlainPwner666]

[Alright, lets just say for the hell of it that kitty made it across with the dog and jon, so I am the only one still on this roof.]

&quot;STAFF! FOOT MOBILES AT YOUR SIX!!&quot; He heard Derek yell, and brought up his rifle. The first infected's head soon left the existence of humanity, his body soon after. The remaining three charged him, one of them brought down with several shots to the face. The other two tackled him, and he went flying off the roof. He continued to fall, and waited for the crunch. There was none. He had landed in pile of trash bags. He lept up, and curb stomped the infected head beside him. The other one tackled him, and they fought in the trash, rolling around for a few minutes. Then, Mark swung around, reached behind the infected, and tried to snap it's neck. Nothing. Mark thought he was done for, when a large gust of wind blew. He looked up, screamed, and rolled away. The infected was crushed as it tried to stand, for the ladder fell long side first and decapitated it. It then wedged itself on the fire escape, making it useless. [It would be nice if steve made a horde attack here, I can see various ways to make this epic]

[Zorgy]

Ooh already knew but still epic drama!

[SlainPwner666]

Yeah. IF KITTY WOULD FINALLY POST ON DIS SHAT!!!!!!!!!!!

[Garfsan]

OOC: Nice slain tackled off the roof :P Physics says no but Hollywood says yes...

Staff had fired at the group assaulting him however one had tackled him off the roof into the street below. He didn't hear a sickening thud like he expected. Only a loud yell then a clang from the ladder hitting the ground.

Derek tried to stand, his brain telling him not to but his body refused to give up. &quot;STAFF!&quot; He yelled as he wobbled to his feet. He was shaky and couldn't stand right but limped his way to the edge of the roof. He leaned over the edge, his arms were strong and he kept his balance.

&quot;STAAAAFF!&quot;

Derek scanned the street he could make out the tarmac, and Mark crouched near where the ladder had killed the infected by crushing it. Its head a separate entity the pool of rain mixing with the putrid fluids of the infected brain and skull.

[SlainPwner666]

&quot;I'm fine&quot;
He yelled up.
&quot;You guys get to the clinic, I think it's parkers emergency clinic. Wait for me for three days, then move on. Good luck&quot; And then began to collect the fallen pieces of gear scattered about

[alex]

&quot;STAFF! FOOT MOBILES AT YOUR SIX!!&quot; Alex looked down a drainpipe and saw several infected climbing on it. 'Oh crap' he said. But Mark took care of them without to much trouble. 'Damn Mark, that was some amazing shooting there!' he said to him.

He turned to Derek who seemed to regained consciousness. 'How do you feel?' He then noticed that Mark had moved down the building. He said he would be back in three days. What the hell is he doing? if one of those jumpy ones gets him, he's dead meat. he thought. 'Aww well, im sure he can take care of himself.' he said to Derek.

[SlainPwner666]

[Perhaps hes been on te peelz!]
Uh alex, I fell off the roof. I am now separated from the group. This was my little surprise. Now this RP takes place from two different perspectives. I am still very tight lipped on what else happens, but for now simply keep the story movin!

Theres a horde?

[alex]

nope,sorry my bad. And i fixed my post.

[SlainPwner666]

Alright then, I guess we will have to wait for steve to signal a horde approaching, and then the next part of my plan will go into action

[Garfsan]

&quot;I'm fine&quot; Staff yelled &quot;You guys get to the clinic, I think it's parkers emergency clinic. Wait for me for three days, then move on. Good luck&quot; Derek didn't like the idea of separating the group.

He could feel the rain easing off a little, it was still pouring but not as heavy as before which made visibility clearer making it easier to clearly see the street.

Alex asked how he was doing. Derek turned to him for a moment confused anger across his face then looked back down at the street. 'Aww well, I'm sure he can take care of himself.' Alex spoke in a tone not fitting the situation. &quot;Alex get your guns ready we got shit going down I feel it&quot; Derek snapped.

&quot;Fucking bollocks this shit..&quot; Derek grumbled clenching his fists &quot;Who the bloody hell does he think he is? Fucking John Rambo&quot; He leaned a little further over the edge, looking at the street below. Right below him was a patio(? like a patio but attached to the building and on the side extending out. dont know wtf they call them sorry. think a window box outside xD), which contained several angry faces looking back at him. They squealed and screeched in blind rage at Derek gazing back at them. &quot;FUCK!&quot; Derek yelled. &quot;Guys! Below us!!&quot; As Derek had started to say this they had already started scaling there way up to him. Using the window ledges as foot holds they rapidly scaled the side of the building.

&quot;STAAAAAF!&quot; he yelled at the top his lungs &quot;WE GOT INCOMING!&quot; he could see the doors break open he shut earlier from the building across the street.

Lightning struck hitting the overhead power cables sending them crashing to the ground. Narrowly missing Mark. Sparks and cables twisting and dancing around in the wind. The pole holding them started to topple and sway.

&quot;STAFF! BUG OUT!!&quot;

[SlainPwner666]

&quot;Shit.&quot;
He saw the horde rapidly approaching the group, knew that they had wounded, and knew he had to act. Immediately, he removed the air horn from his pocket. He raised it, and held the button down. A massive blare echoed across the sky, and each and every one of them looked at him. &quot;FUCK!!! GUYS! GET TO THE CLINIC!!!!!!!!!!&quot; He screamed and started running, the horde hot on his heels. &quot;WHY MUST I BE A GOOD HUMAN BEING!!!!!!!!!&quot;

[Zorgy]

oh nooooo!

[alex]

&quot;STAAAAF! WE GOT INCOMING!!&quot; Derek yelled. 'Oh shit.. SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!! Alex yelled. Then suddenly, a loud horn-like sound filled the air. All the infected ran towards Mark. 'Cover him!' he said. He raised is rifle and brought the scope to his eyes. He remembered the things Mark told him how to hold it. 'Steady..steady..' he mumbled to himself. 'BANG!' he hit and infected in his arm, and it flew off. He aimed again, but forgot to re cock the rifle. 'Shit!' he said. He cocked the weapon and aimed again. God dammit, this is harder than i thought. Why does it always look so easy in video games? He thought. He fired again. This time he almost had hit Mark. 'holy crap! I'm no good at this!' He put his rifle away and began to fire opon the horde with his pistols.

[SlainPwner666]

A bullet from the 30 30 rifle almost struck his arm.
&quot;HOLY SHIT!!!!!! DO I LOOK LIKE THEM?????&quot;

[Garfsan]

OT:
He raised it, and held the button down. A massive blare echoed across the sky, and each and every one of them looked at him.

*OMGZ! STOP TEH NOIZE!!!!!11!!!* the infected thought to themselves

on topic:

Derek stared at the mass of infected charge after Mark who had distracted them. &quot;Jesus..&quot; he muttered to himself. He then snapped back to reality. &quot;GUYS C'MON!&quot; he yelled &quot;Next roof! MOVE IT MOVE IT MOVE IT!&quot; Alex fired two shots from the 30.06 with one kill and one near miss on Mark.

He hobbled to the edge of the roof near the next building. There was a gap of about six feet. Any other time Derek would have cleared that jump easily, but at the moment if felt like a mile.

He looked around furiously first grabbing his bergen from in front of the floor. He limped to the edge of the roof and hurled the bag over to the other side.

It landed with a thump, bouncing off someones body that was lay down on the floor. It jumped up startled, and turned to face Derek.

&quot;Shit..&quot;

[BaldingSteve]

Day 1 7:30

Everyone had crossed the roof except for Mark. He was attacked by some infected and fell down onto some trash, the ladder going with him. Steve watched as Mark dispatched the infected and picked himself up.

Derek then startled some other infected and yelled to Mark, who, trying to be an hero pulled out an airhorn and let it sound. &quot;Mark you're a fucking retard&quot; Steve yelled to him. He watched as he ran down away from the horde that was following him.

Derek, who seemed to be conscious now, then walked over to the adjacent roof and threw his bergen over, which hit an infected. It sprang up in surprise and hissed at Derek.

&quot;Derek you're a moron. It must be the drugs.&quot; Steve said to Derek. &quot;Luckily he can't get us from over there&quot; He said as he took aim at the infected that looked confused. The light illuminated his face which was half burnt off. &quot;Ugly mother fucker.&quot; Steve said as he fired at the infected's head. Most of the pellets hit home and sent a spray of gore over the ground. &quot;Now we have to get over there.&quot; He said, pumping his shotgun. &quot;I'll go first.&quot;

Steve slung the shotgun over his back and tightened his pack. He backed up far enough to get a running start, and sprinted toward the edge of the roof. He leapt over, landing square on his feet. He then readied his shotgun and checked the perimeter of the roof. Nothing. &quot;It's clear guys. Come on over, and hurry the hell up.&quot; Steve yelled to the group.

[alex]

*28 weeks later theme plays in background*.. really it fits the story pretty well! Anyway:

Steve yelled to the others to jump onto the next rooftop. He jumped down, landing on his hands and feet. 'Come on Kitty, jump! I will catch you!' he yelled at her.

*edit: going to sleep now. wonder what will happen xD

[Garfsan]

(EDITED)

&quot;Derek you're a moron. It must be the drugs.&quot; Derek scowled at him as Steve snapped at Derek &quot;Luckily he can't get us from over there&quot; He then aimed at the infected across on the other roof, and fired killing it. &quot;Now we have to get over there.&quot; He said, pumping his shotgun. &quot;I'll go first.&quot;

Steve made it look easy, after securing his gear he cleared the gap with ease. He swept the area with his shotgun &quot;It's clear guys. Come on over, and hurry the hell up.&quot; Steve yelled to the group.

I'm the moron? he looked puzzled How am I a moron... he shook his head clearing the thoughts paying no attention to them. He looked at the gap it seemed to be getting further away the more he looked at it. He looked around the roof he was stood on quickly, looking for a closer spot or something to help him get across.

&quot;Bollocks&quot; he grumbled &quot;Gonna have to jump...&quot;

He took a few yards space to build up speed.

This is gonna hurt

He started in a run building up speed. The edge of the roof approached ever closer but he could swear he could hear growling as he approached the roof with speed.

He was airborne before he recognized what it was. A hunched figure leapt into him screeching horrifically mid flight slamming hard into him, veering him off course. The pair of them went crashing down below through a window on the floor below.

The wind was knocked out of him. He gazed around him not noticing the hooded man stagger to his feet, it turned to face him.

He lay flat in a living room, wood paneling covering the floor, three piece suite , big t.v with a rug thrown over the floor where the family sat to watch. He had landed on a table, which broke some of his fall. It was wooden and there were splinters everywhere. His shoulder ached where he had slammed it into the window frame as the pair went through. Glass lay scattered across the floor, blood seeped from cuts all over his arms. He was lucky he didn't go through head first. The youth stood groggily on his feet

The hooded youth was about 5'6&quot; he was wearing black sweats, trainers and a greyish/black hooded sweatshirt, a small logo on the front with the letters L and D with a number 4 in the middle atop a blood splat. His face was one of a possessed one. Eyes fueled with rage snarling loudly.

Derek struggled to move, he was winded and couldn't reach his pistol in his holster.

[SlainPwner666]

[Of course alex, tame the flame]

&quot;SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT&quot;
Running through the alleyways, only stopping to fire into the horde, mark soon hid and snuck away from the rest. They werent very bright, but they had numbers. Risking being seen once again, he kicked in the door, and ran up to the top floor. He could see the clinic, about three blocks away. He also could see a shitload of infected....

[Garfsan]

The youth snarled and started for Derek.

&quot;FUCK!&quot; Derek yelled it jumped onto him, pressing down on him hard. It then yelped in pain screeching loudly.

&quot;Huh&quot; Derek looked at his vest, a large piece of glass has lodged in his vest, and the youth had pounced right on it it slicing open his stomach open he pulled back but doing so ruptured his stomach blood pissing out of it. But still the youth went for Derek.

With all of his might he headbutted the kid. It knocked him backwards giving Derek room to breathe. He staggered to his feet watching the youth stumble backwards rage spread across his features.

Reaching down deep Derek summoned up his strength to fight. He adopted a lob-sided fighting stance as the youth crouched down.

[SlainPwner666]

As he sat, watching the infected shamble about, he opened another granola bar. Munching happily, he grabbed his gun, felt movement behind him, and struck back with his weapon. A person went reeling, and immediately he heard the sound of several weapons being cocked. Turning slowly, he saw a small group of human beings, standing there. One shotgun barrel stood centimeters away from his face. A woman stepped closer, and spoke to him. &quot;Who are you?&quot;
Knowing that these people on edge, he instead asked her, &quot;Who are you people?&quot;

&quot;We are the survivors from the College campus nearby. We could always use a new gun.&quot;
&quot;Well, I'd be feeling alot more trusting if an entire armory wasn't pointed at my face&quot;
To which, she smirked, and the others lowered their weapons. Staggering to his feet, Mark noted the group. There were three women, and five guys. All of them had guns, 2 of them shotguns. None of them were injured, so he could trust them, to a point.
&quot;My name is mark. I got separated from my group, I'm meeting up with them at Parkers clinic, a few blocks from here&quot;
&quot;Well then, Mark, I guess thats where we are headed as well. Could use the firepower&quot;
She then paused, and a guy spoke up.
&quot;Alright, but we need to find a place to sleep for today.&quot;
Thats when mark spoke.
&quot;There is a master bedroom upstairs. I'll take guard duty&quot;
Preparations were made, and they retired upstairs for the night. Leaving mark to have all night to simply think. He wondered what had happened to the others....

[Garfsan]

The youth pounced, Derek managed to swerve out of the way of his lunge. His hands barely missing his face as he screamed past.

&quot;Argh fucker&quot; Derek hissed, spinning on the balls of his feet to face him. He rebounded off the wall and came straight back for him.

Shit..&quot; The youth connected and sent Derek sprawling backwards. Usually this would've ended him on top ripping him to shreds like he had seen before but Derek was expecting this.

When you play rugby for a few years you get hit by bigger assholes than you He was locked in a grapple with him, theres hands interlocked he could hear the youth straining. He knew they specialized in surprise attacks and really couldn't cope in a straight up normal fight.

One of his hands broke free and he swiped for Derek's face. His hands met his face leaving 3 gashes they weren't deep.

Derek had had enough of this, summoning up his strength he grappled the youth by the waist slamming him to the floor. He started pounding the youth repeatedly until all he could feel was soft flesh rebounding off his knuckles. The youth lay motionless all the while he had been screeching as Derek pounded on him.

He put one arm around his jaw, the other at the base of his neck and wrenched hard. His neck gave way, a sickening crunching sound echoed through the room punctuated by the youth final scream. His head was now facing an awkward angle that they weren't supposed to face his eyes glazed over mouth slacked.

&quot;Guess I owe you one Corporal... &quot; he muttered to himself as he pushed that day away from his mind.

Derek stood up, unholstering his pistol he flipped off the safety and moved to the door leading out of the living room.

He reached the door checking his pistol Full Then checked it again. He slowly inched the wooden door open, wondering what would meet him on the other side. He knew the group was above him. He knew that he needed to get back to them.

He made his way through the door, it was a well lit carpeted corridor stained with the scars of battle, spent casings and empty mags strewn across the floor. There were three doors on the left and 4 on the right. He spied a fire escape door straight ahead but blocking it was a huge old piano.

&quot;Bollocks..&quot; he muttered. He stepped slowly forward looking around. The doors were solid wood, they looked posh but still had scratches and bullet holes in them. He would have liked to search each room one by one but time was short and he was running out of steam. He thought back to a similar moment like this except the bad guys were human and he had full arty, air support and a squad with him.

He sighed and went in the first door to the right of him.

Inside it was dark, he felt for a switch on the wall. He flipped it on. Inside was another living room. Large and spacious with few items of furniture that were there were piled against the door to the back of the room. To his right was the porch area, he shuddered and moved in slowly.

After a few tense minutes of searching he came up empty except another pack of smokes and a bottle of water. He drained the bottle of water and pocketed the smokes, tempted to light one up now.

He made his way back to the lobby, shutting the door quietly.

[BaldingSteve]

OOC: Slain just please stop adding new characters to this thing. If it comes to it you're going to have to kill all of them off.

And please post guys. We need to keep this moving.

[SlainPwner666]

OOC: I plan on doing just that. TTTTAAAAAAAAANKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!

[BaldingSteve]

Day 1 7:45pm

Steve watched Derek as he prepared to jump the gap. He sprinted to the ledge and jumped off. Just before he reached the ledge, he was checked by some black figure. Steve heard a crash down below and a scuffle.

&quot;DEREK!&quot; Steve yelled as he looked for the doorway leading down to the building he was on top of. 'I'm not losing anyone else' Steve thought as he opened the door and readied his shotgun. He moved slowly down the stairs, noticing everything that the flashlight had shown. Other than that, it was pitch black.

'He probably fell a floor or two down. I just hope he's alright.' Steve thought as he moved through the pitch black hallway. It seemed like another apartment building since the hallways were lined with doors, but he wasn't thinking about searching for things. He needed to find Derek and make sure he was safe. He kept moving.

[Garfsan]

Derek looked at his watch.

Day 1 19:45

He was in the lobby, making his way to the next door. He figured he get to the next floor or the floor below and make his way up to the roof.

He felt strong. Unsure why but he felt motivated and recharged.

Peelz work I guess His thoughts were clear sharp and focused on the task at hand. He raised his pistol and walked cautiously down the corridor.

He came to the next door, this one had been battered but still stood firm. Claw marks and bullet holes were riddled all over it. Something warm dripped on his face. &quot;Shit&quot; he muttered &quot;That little bastard cut me..&quot; He felt his face, it was crusted with his blood and the new blood that had seeped out of the gashes from the fight. He opened the door to the room.

Inside was another living room, exactly like the last one except this room was full of death.

Strewn across the floor were several remains of police and FBI tactical units. The room was draped with gore and body parts. He had not seen such carnage since a car bomb went off in Basra. One man had been torn in two one half slumped against a wall and his legs the other side of the room.

&quot;Fucking hell..&quot; he put his hand over his mouth stepping back &quot;Focus man they're just dead bodies.. with their guts hanging out..that guy has no head..he's been mutilated shes been shot many times...&quot; he paused &quot;yeah JUST dead bodies..&quot; He did a quick search of the bodies. A lot of them had been looted and the armour was useless apart from two vests one male one female which he put to one side. Ammo was all dried up, he could tell it was used up in the fire fight that erupted here spent casings went along with the decor of gore and guts in this scene too well.

He heard coughing. It was faint and it was coming from the bathroom. Cautiously advancing to the door, he pressed his ear to the door. He could hear whimpering and the sound of a gun being cocked. &quot;SHIT NO!&quot;

A gunshot punctured the silence of the room. &quot;SHIT!!&quot; Derek kicked the door hard splintering it open.

Inside was a young woman, in her mid twenties no taller than 5'4&quot;. She was slumped in the corner gun smoking in hand. Derek assessed the scene. There was a body next to her. He raised his .45 lining up her head in the sights.

&quot;Hey you alive?&quot; he whispered and her head snapped up pistol aimed straight for Derek's skull. &quot;Hey I'm not gonna hurt you&quot; he spoke quietly hoping not to sound too un-compassionate &quot;What happened hun?&quot; She didn't answer but started to cry.

Aww fuck don't cry Derek thought to himself. &quot;Hey c'mon its OK I know how you feel. What happened tell me&quot; Derek squatted down next to her, the 9mm still pointed at his face.

&quot;They fucking killed everyone&quot; she blurted out &quot;They killed them all those bastards!&quot; tears were streaming down her face, her features still screwed up with rage &quot;You can't do anything you can't!!&quot;

&quot;Well let's get you some help hey?&quot; Derek started &quot;Let's get you out o-&quot;
&quot;Help?! HELP&quot; she hissed interrupting him &quot;HELP YOUR FUCKING SELF!&quot;

Before Derek could do anything she snapped to her feet and barged past Derek. He reached out for her arm holding her back.

&quot;Let me go!&quot; She kicked at Derek catching him in the jaw forcing him to lose his grip. She sprinted for the double doors leading out onto the courtyard. Stopped and aimed her 9mm at Derek. &quot;Wait a moment...&quot; she paused &quot;Are you..a Rupert?&quot;

Derek was holding his jaw and inside he was miffed. Clearing his throat he replied &quot;Yes I'm a British soldier. I came here train with the marines&quot;

Derek could see her better in the living room she stood at about 5'5&quot; an athletic figure dressed in blue combats a black tactical vest kneepads and elbow pads with SWAT emblazoned on the front and back. Her Auburn hair was tied back in a ponytail bangs laying over her blue eyes. She had an almond face with a small button nose.

&quot;My names Derek&quot; he continued &quot;Please calm down&quot; she lowered her pistol he heard the click of the safety. It was a German pistol. A H&K VP70 if he wasn't mistaken. She stepped forward into the light.

&quot;My names--&quot; before she could finish her sentence, two of the bodies stood up and rushed her. In seconds she was on the floor being beaten to death by them. Derek fired. Two shots hit each infected skull shattering sending brain matter everywhere.

&quot;HEY!&quot; he ran over to her. He knelt down next to her &quot;You ok??!&quot; She lay down on the floor, her throat was torn out. She would bleed to death and Derek could do nothing. He looked at her attackers.

&quot;What the fuck&quot; he saw there eyes. They were normal. He punched the floor in anger. He took the pistol from her hands, and rifling through her vest he found two full eighteen round clips. He removed her thigh holster and closed her eyes. He turned away.

&quot;What the fuck did they do that for...&quot; His head sank. He walked to the door grabbing the two vests he put aside earlier slinging them over his shoulder. He paused by the door looking back at her.

&quot;Jesus...&quot;

(OT: tired going to bed sorry gotta be up early. 2:18am here lol)

[FaceGrater]

OOC:

I'm going to try and post today. this week has been crazy so sorry in advance for possibly missing more.

[Garfsan]

Day 1 19:59

Derek moved on slowly a tight grip on his .45 with a stoic look on his face.

&quot;This shit keeps getting worse...&quot; He grumbled &quot;What would drive them to do that&quot; He moved to the next door. He opened it hastily sweeping the room.

Another empty living room that was devoid of furniture. He searched it for a good ten minutes but found nothing except spent casings and battle scars. He paused in the bathroom to wash the blood off his face. The gashes on his face were still seeping a bit of blood but were in no danger of killing him. Inside the small cabinet was a simple first aid kit, band aids some bandages and disinfectant.

He cleaned himself up making sure to remove any glass in his arms and wherever else it had lodged. Paying attention to the cuts mainly. A large piece of glass had wedged in his forearm. He dug out his knife and cutting the area around the wound slightly, he managed to wedge out the glass shard which fell out into the basin. He poured disinfectant over the gash, gritting his teeth as he did so. He looked in the mirror the cuts were from under his right eye to his left eye and a few millimeters deep, there were three under his nose the middle of his nose and above his eyebrows. He sighed heavily

&quot;Not gonna win any beauty awards now..&quot;

He grabbed a suture kit and began stitching his arm up.

Day 1 20:19

He was done. The procedure went well, he was used to stitching himself up and ignored the pain from it. He had put a gauze on and bandaged it up.

Moving out of the bathroom he saw that a person had entered the room. He was standing at the edge of the balcony.

Derek took no chances &quot;HEY!&quot; he challenged the man &quot;ON YOUR KNEES!!&quot; The man turned around, it was clear he wasn't going to stop and chat with Derek.

Double tap. He slumped to the floor with a dull wet thump. Derek searched the man finding a set of keys and $600 in notes. He took the keys and money remembering that to some people still wanted cash.

He moved back into the corridor. He checked his mag &quot;Six rounds left&quot; he muttered. He patted his vest feeling a full mag of .45 left and the two VP70 clips.

He shut the door and moved onto the next room. Inside was the same, empty living rooms and corpses. Every room felt of death and terror blood stained the soles of his boots. He searched the remainder of the rooms on the right.

He came up with a large kitbag, webbing, a powerful flashlight two boxes of .45acp JHP, a P226 chambered for the .40S&W and two side packs. He put the P226 in the side pack, and attached them to his vest. The flashlight and ammo in the packs too. He slung the webbing in the kitbag along with the two vests he found earlier. He put the kitbag on his back.

He searched the rooms on the left, same old story. But came up with two full clips for the P226.

&quot;Nice&quot;

He came to the last room on the left. He was feeling better after finding some gear that all the group could use and when he got back to them he would distribute it amongst them. He hoped he would see them.

&quot;I hope Cathy's OK...&quot; he paused wondering where they were and if they were even off the roof.

He moved into the room. Inside was a smaller room, a sofa dominated the living area a with a small breakfast bar, T.V a bookcase and a blind shut over the window. He looked around the room noticing a room going into what he assumed was the kitchen.

He moved in, closing the door behind him. There was a cream carpet across the floor which was surprisingly clean. His footsteps were light on the floor which helped with him moving silently. He moved to the breakfast bar and crouched down next to it peering into the kitchen.

Inside it was a tiled room, with two counters and a large fridge. There was a small window which was letting in a slither of light. He moved to the door frame separating the two rooms and crouched down next to it slowly he moved on into the room after the kitchen.

Another living area this was mainly taken up by a double bed and a wardrobe with a small bed side table by the bed each side.

Derek scanned the room, making sure to check everywhere twice.

&quot;Nothing&quot; He paused and sat down on the bed, allowing himself to think for a second.

&quot;OK theres mad fuckers out there that are killing anyone and the infected killing anyone and them mutated freaks too...&quot; he sighed reaching in his vest for a cig. &quot;Hehe easy peasy...&quot; He lit up drawing on it slowly savoring it sighing loudly and breathing out smoke it filling up the empty room.

&quot;This is one of those days&quot; He pulled out the P226 and checked it. Chamber was full along with the magazine. He was lucky.

&quot;OK one and a half clips, .45acp. Three clips .40S&W three clips 9mm. Plus the two boxes of JHP&quot; he checked the VP70 to see if was working emptying the mag and removing the clip he pulled the trigger. There was a click as the weapon functioned normally. He tested the P226 and got the same result.

He stubbed out his fag on his combats. Putting it in the ashtray near the side of the bed. He reloaded his weapons switching to his VP70.

He thought about standing up, but something stopped him some dark thought at the back of his mind telling him not to go on and just give up. He buried his head in his hands.

[alex]

Dammit Kitty.. hurry up! Alex thought. fuck it, she'll have to make the jump on her own. He started to run towards the edge of the roof. He jumped and landed on his hand and feet.


He then noticed Derek was fighting of an infected, and fell down in the building. 'Derek!!' he yelled, and towards the stairs. An infected who was at the bottom of the stairs immediately charged at him, but he kicked him down.It got up, and charged at him again. It jumped on him, and tried to bash him with all it's strength. 'God fucking dammit, Get off me!' he screamed at the monster. He bashed it with the dull end of his sword, and it fell of him. He then quickly finished it with a stab through the neck. Phew, that was a bit to close for comfort. he thought. He slowly proceeded through the building, without any further encounters. He then saw Derek sitting at the body of a female. 'Heey Derek, you okay there?' he said. but Derek didn't answer. He wandered off towards some others rooms in the building.

hmm it best leave him alone for a while now. He has seen so many things these days... Then he continued to search the other rooms for any possible threats...

[Garfsan]

@Alex Dude he was tackled midair and went a floor down in the building opposite. And you still didn't jump over the roof sir. :)

Day 1 20:27

He was sat on the bed head buried in his hands his thoughts racing with all the shit that had gone down the last couple of days. He was starting to feel the pressure. All the death and loss he had suffered was creeping up on him and hung over him like a angry black cloud.

He noticed a tear hit the floor.

[BaldingSteve]

Day 1 7:45pm

Steve heard gunshots. He kept moving through the hallways, moving closer and closer to where Derek had fallen. 'Those painkillers are going to be wearing off soon...' Steve thought to himself as he walked down the hallway.

8:19pm
More gunshots. Steve was getting closer to where Derek was, but running would create too much sound. He walked as silently and as fast as he could down the hallway, checking every edge of the flashlight's beam. He turned another corner; he was sure he would come upon Derek any minute.

He caught himself right before he walked into the barricade. It seemed that the hallway was blocked off from one side with various forms of wooden and steel. &quot;Fuck.&quot; Steve said. 'Now Derek is going to pass out on the other side and I'm not going to be able to get to him.' He thought. &quot;FUCK&quot; He yelled, pounding the blockade with his fist.

He just waited, hoping Derek would make it there before the painkiller wore off.

[Garfsan]

Day 1 20:30

Derek stood up wiping his face of the tears that had ran down his cheeks. He moved out of the flat and out into the lobby. He saw the fire escape, and sighed at the huge mass of furniture blocking it.

He had heard banging on the other side of the door. And assumed it was the guys. He moved to the door, all that was blocking his way was a grand piano. Normally he could move it or at least budge it slowly out of the way. However with his injuries it would be next to impossible to shift it.

He looked around the lobby, the stairs up was blocked and he could see no way up. He moved to the right of the door back into the room he saw earlier.

He moved to the window and looked out. he could see a makeshift walkway leading to the room where the stairs were. It was a dangerous path but he had to try.

He tightened his kitbag, and stepped out on the boards.

He walked slowly and cautiously along the boards, they were creaking under his weight as he used the walls for balance. He was half way when a gust of wind hit him in the face.

He lost balance for a second but regained it swiftly. &quot;Shit&quot; he muttered. He pressed on.

&quot;50 yards&quot; he edged ever closer. &quot;40 yards....35...30...&quot; he moved quicker with a purpose he could see his goal ahead a large window that seemed to have someone in. &quot;20 yards..15...10&quot; he broke into a half run throwing himself through the window landing on the soft carpet. He rolled with the impact to avoid more injury.

He looked up and noticed Steve pounding on the door.

&quot;DUDE.&quot; he bellowed &quot;HOLY SHIT IT'S YOU!&quot; there was a big grin on Derek's face. The glass hadn't injured him.

&quot;STEVE WATCH YOUR SIX!&quot; he grabbed for his pistol fired twice exploding the infected's head another screamed down the hall. As the first one hit the floor Derek double tapped the second then a third. Three more screamed around the corner. Derek dispatched these quickly and efficiently. Six lay dead on the floor.

&quot;OK man lets move. Shits gonna go down.&quot; He started for the stairs to the roof.

(OT: Derek will follow you to the roof, steve. Im going sleeps now)

[FaceGrater]

Jon waited for Derek to cross the roof. He jumped, and was taken out by a black blur. &quot;What the Fuck?!&quot; Jon yelled. He looked down only to see a smashed window. &quot;Dammit&quot; he whispered. He hesitated for a second. what do i do? he thought. He saw steve sprint for, were hopefully Derek fell. Jon jumped across the gap. &quot;We don't all need to head for him, I'll wait here with Catherine.&quot; He yelled. &quot;Hope they get back here&quot; he said to himself.

OOC: Sorry, not too great, but I'm limited on my end for time here.

[alex]

I fixed my post, i jumped down towards the roof.

[Garfsan]

Day 1 20:32

Derek had found Steve and dealt with the infected that assaulted them. He felt stronger and more focused, the adrenaline was pumping through his veins and this made him feel more alive.

He crouched down next to the wall and loaded a fresh clip into his VP70 keeping his gun ready to fire at a moments notice.

He looked around him, there were stairs leading to the roof and some going downstairs. He also noticed a vending machine.

&quot;Cool&quot; he slowly walked over to it, the power was on and he saw there was a lot of the machines contents left. Mainly it was sweets like skittles MnM's and others but he noticed some energy drinks and bottled water.

He grabbed the wad of cash he had and shoved two dollars in. He selected the bottled water first then the energy drinks. After a while he wondered why he was paying. He stepped back drawing his pipe he smashed open the vending machines plastic sheet. Thankfully it was safety glass but he still removed the shards that were surrounding the machine.

He stuffed the contents into his kitbag, mainly going for high sugar sweets and the few nutritious bars that were in there. He scoffed down a breakfast bar and glugged an energy drink.

&quot;Steve lets go man. I got your six&quot; Derek could hear noises of the encroaching mass of infected. &quot;Bro shits about to go down.&quot; He heaved the vending machine over using it as cover. &quot;We need to be ready or I'm hearing things could be but I got your back&quot;

Derek tightened the grip on his pistol, putting the Mk23 and the P226 in front of him. He loaded a fresh clip into the .45 putting it close so he could grab it if needed be.

&quot;C'mon you fuckers...Bring it on&quot;

[Garfsan]

@Alex KK man thanks :) and well say Derek didn't notice you find him and maybe you wandered off to a different part?


OT: im gonna play resi 5 now, So i may not post again tonight :P

And sorry for double post >.<

[alex]

RE 5?? man that game is soooo epic! to bad i dont have an xbox or ps 3 :(:( the coop must be amazing!

[SlainPwner666]

The others soon awoke. They got around to eating, you'd be amazed how much food 8 people can carry. They didn't look like they wanted to share, and mark didn't ask. He instead began to take a look around. He bumped into one of them on his way out of a small kitchen. She had her back to him, and yelped as she backed into him. She spun around, pistol in hand, and looked like she was about to shoot, but then registered him and shuddered.
&quot;Please&quot; she said, &quot;Don't do that&quot;
She then noticed that he was staring at her gun, and lowered it. She uttered a general sorry and half ran out of the kitchen. He made a mental note to see what was with her, and continued searching. Finding nothing of interest, he returned to the living room, to find the others gathered around a large window.
&quot;Whats happening?&quot; He said.
The leader of the group it seemed, the one who talked to him, quickly brought her finger to her lips, indicating that he should shut the hell up. [TBC, I am kinda out of decent ideas, need a full throttle]

[BaldingSteve]

Day 1 7:32pm

Derek opened the barricade after saving Steve from about 6 infected that were behind him. &quot;Thanks man I owe you one...or six. Heh&quot; Steve laughed to himself. It felt foreign to laugh, since so much death had been going on around him.

Derek went to get some candy bars from a vending machine, eventually breaking it open and taking almost all of it's contents. &quot;Man give me a power bar and some water when we're out of this place.&quot; Steve said, readying his shotgun. Derek said something about moving. &quot;Sure. I want to get out of here as fast as I can.&quot; Steve responded. They moved.

[Garfsan]

Day 1 19:34

&quot;Thanks man I owe you one...or six. Heh&quot; Steve laughed and the look on it face suggested to Derek that he felt the same about laughing as he did.

Steve started moving and Derek followed behind making sure he picked up his pistols.

They headed to the roof Derek got there first, he could see that Alex was absent and Catherine and Jon were on the opposite side. Mark was still no where to be seen.

Derek smiled &quot;Hey guys good to see your faces again&quot; he looked up at the sky it was still raining but it had slowed down some. &quot;I got some gear, and I'll share it when were a little more safe ok?&quot; He ran his fingers along the length of the gashes on his face &quot;These? Don't worry I'm ok&quot; he lifted his wounded arm up &quot;I patched this up too don't worry guys I'm OK&quot; he smiled again and waited for a response.

Catherine was still on the other side of the roof. He was starting to get worried.

&quot;Are you afraid of heights Cathy?&quot; He asked &quot;Whats wrong we gotta move hun&quot; He looked at her hoping for a response &quot;Howie looks pissed I'm sure you wanna get out of the rain and I bet he does too&quot; He paused smiling again &quot;C'mon lets go we wont let you fall&quot; He walked to the edge of the roof and extended his hand over the gap.

[alex]

Alex noticed that Steve and Derek were going back to the rooftop. 'heey wait for me guys!' he said. Once they made it back to the rooftop, he noticed Kitty was still on the other roof.

Derek was trying to help her cross. oh no you don't... he thought. 'Derek no! your to wounded to help her, ill do it! c'mon Kitty jump!' he said.

[Garfsan]

@Alex we dont know where Mark is Alex, me and Steve went to the roof.

Day 1 19:36

'Derek no! your to wounded to help her, ill do it! c'mon Kitty jump!' Alex added as Derek reached across to help her. He took a step back from the roof, letting Alex help her.

&quot;Hey is everyone here apart from Mark? I hope he's doing all right.&quot; Derek wiped his nose it was trickling a little of blood. &quot;Shit&quot; he murmured &quot;Damn jumper must've hit me something hard little bastard&quot; He wiped the blood on his soaked combats and looked out over the city.

The rain had drenched everything giving it strange sheen, the clouds overhead were black highlighted with gray. The wind was howling through the city, the echo of it reverbing through the alleys below. There was little light around the city, only the small lights from apartment windows and the few street lights that dotted the broken areas.

&quot;Jesus guys&quot; he sighed &quot;This city has gone so far down in so little time. Do you think its hit anywhere else? Do you think its spread to other countries?&quot; He moved over to the edge, resting a foot on the raised ledge and leaned out gazing over the city. &quot;I hope the boys back home are OK. Guys at the regiment would be having a field day with these bastards.&quot;

He lit another cigarette, and took a long huff on it. &quot;We gotta get moving guys this weather aint gonna get any better.&quot; he moved back over to the edge of the roof. &quot;Cathy get the lead out&quot;

[alex]

Oops i said Mark but i meant Derek, i fixed it.

[Garfsan]

@ Alex: hey man no probs.

Day 1 19:40

Derek was starting to lose patience. She had been standing there for some time now and he was wondering if she was hurt or couldn't move due to fear.

&quot;HEY C'MON!&quot; Derek yelled &quot;Move it!&quot; he huffed wondering why she wasn't moving.

&quot;Fuck this&quot; Derek took a few steps back, and ran towards the gap using all his might to get over.
He landed fine. &quot;I'm not leaving people behind c'mon&quot; He hoisted her onto his shoulders and moved about twenty yards from the gap.

She didn't weigh much but this was a stupid idea anyway.

He started running, she was kicking and screaming wondering what the hell he was doing but Derek ignored her. He was flat out by the time he reached the edge.

He heaved and jumped over the edge.

He hit the other side hard, but stayed standing but then carried on running with her on her back. &quot;Next one&quot; he ran up to it and somehow managed to clear that gap too.

He was now only a few more roofs away from the clinic he could see the bright lit &quot;Lights Hope&quot; Surgery sign atop the building. He cleared another roof and stopped putting her down due to sheer exhaustion.

&quot;Goddammit...I gotta quit smoking..&quot; He stood up and went back for Howie.

After some time and some fighting by Howie he had gotten him to Catherine. The others were watching him thinking he was crazy but he had to do it.

He Catherine and Howie were now one roof away from the clinic. He waved at the others beckoning them on.

He fell to one knee coughing, he was out of breath and in pain but knowing he would reach the clinic made him push on.

Why do i always do stupid stuff for the cute one...

OOC: Did this to speed things up as Kitty seems to be sleeping... so now were next to the roof of the clinic. Plus im done for the night.

[alex]

Alex watched Derek carrying Kitty and Howie across the rooftops. I told you not to..goddammit! he thought. 'Derek! stop being a hero. You don't only make a fool of yourself, you in bad shape. I told you i would take care of Kitty?' he said to him.

He crossed the other rooftops and he finally reached the clinic's rooftop.at least we made it... he thought.

[SlainPwner666]

&quot;SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!!!!!!!'
Mark Jones screamed and swore as he ran from the monstrosity that chased him. The creature roared, and ripped a piece of concrete from the ground. He then chucked it at mark with all of his strength. Mark dodged it barely, and didn't even slow. He turned around and fired his entire clip at the beast, and it didn't even breathe differently as the rounds tore through his skin. Mark had took off running while the creature casually tore his team in half. Then the creature had come after him. Not even turning, he grabbed a lighter off the ground next to a corpse. The cigarette was still unlighted in his mouth. He flicked the lighter on, raised the air horn, and when the monster got close, pressed the button. Flame shot out from the lighter, and the monster was engulfed. It collapsed on the ground, writhing in agony. Mark continued to run, and then saw it. Parkers clinic. He let out a long hard whoop, and then continued on foot towards the clinic

[Garfsan]

Day 1 19:54

Finally he had reached the clinic's roof. Alex had joined him and Catherine and Howie didn't look too pleased but they were there.

&quot;K so were here&quot; he huffed catching his breath &quot;Now we wait for the others to cross and we head down into the building&quot; he stood up leaning back puffing out smoke from the still lit cig in his mouth. &quot;Easy peasy...&quot; he coughed and something felt like it moved but he was near there objective which made him more determined to not let it beat him.

&quot;Alex could you go get my bergen? I forgot it again ..&quot; he paused apologetic look on his face &quot;Sorry man I would but don't wanna risk it&quot; He patted Alex on the shoulder. &quot;Got some goodies for when were safe inside.&quot; He crouched down on one knee unholstering his 9mm checking the mag. &quot;Hmm&quot; he put in a fresh clip. &quot;Two full and one with six in..&quot; he mumbled to himself.

[BaldingSteve]

OOC:
Kitty, if you don't post by 8:00pm EST (3:00 GMT) I'm kicking you from this.

Day 1 8:00pm
Derek got fed up and carried Kitty across the roof. Steve was amazed that he could still move at all.

&quot;Well do you want to move or what?&quot; Steve asked the group.

[Garfsan]

Day 1 20:02

Steve had asked if they wanted to move. Derek was up for it but Catherine seemed to be in a world of her own. Jon and Alex seemed able and ready along with Steve but still no sign of Mark.

&quot;Yeah I'd love to, were on the clinic roof now, so just need to find a way into the building. We have to be careful not to set off any traps or any alarms that may have been set.&quot; he paused to stub out his fag. &quot;Well I'm ready. The clinic has a large roof&quot; He looked around for a door &quot;There&quot; he pointed to a small building across from him about 30 feet away &quot;Thats the door we need to try first. I remember this place having three floors and at least one basement level&quot;

Derek was still on one knee &quot;Steve I have that vest you asked for. He started fishing around for it in his kitbag, and produced it &quot;Got lots of pockets for stuff and shit you need. Also this side pack&quot; he pulled the empty pack from his vest &quot;Hope that helps.&quot; he huffed spitting on the ground. &quot;Got a vest for a female too, if Cathy is awake enough to take it some webbing and another side pack but thats here&quot; he patted the side of his vest.

He put the stuff out in front of him showing the group. &quot;Though i think we need to get inside first so I'll keep hold of it for now&quot; He stuffed the gear back into his kitbag moving towards the door.

He stood ready next to the door signaling all clear.

OOC: im tired and feel like crap so thats my last post for tonight. for the record the stuff is dereks kitbag and i will give it out when i get chance in the clinic when were safe.
Peace

[SlainPwner666]

OOC: Alright, I'm gonna post tomorrow, but just to let everyone know, I am moving towards the clinic on foot. Don't shoot ma.

[BaldingSteve]

Day 1 8:05pm

&quot;Alright then.&quot; Steve said, walking over to the door Derek was standing near.

&quot;I guess I'll take point then, hmm?&quot; He said with a smirk. He opened the door slowly, his flashlight illuminating the darkened passage. He moved to the bottom of the stairwell.

With a hand motion, he motioned for everyone to follow.

OOC: Kitty, sorry but you haven't posted for about 4 days and are therefore out of the RP.

Just forget her character, unless someone wants to post for her.

[Tyr]

Dr Timothy McClelland pulled another cigarette from the packet on the table, flicked his lighter out from his coat pocket and lit it. The lighter was skilfully placed back in the coat pocket and the cigarette to his mouth in the blink of an eye. Dr. McClelland inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the toxic smoke. Once again he smiled the same smile he always did when he saw the humour in being a physician who smoked - Hell a surgeon who had seen the effects of cigarette smoke first hand and up close.

He hadn't always smoked. Not chain smoked anyway, he once considered himself a cigar connoisseur; being 52 and a successful private practice doctor he figured he should be able to enjoy a fine cigar after a hard day's work. As news of the outbreak and occurrences of the infection came ever closer McClelland took to chain smoking cigarettes. This didn't help his popularity among other doctors at the clinic but seeing as times were tense no-one stopped him from doing it. When finally the infection situation got too much Dr. McClelland found he was the only doctor remaining. All the others had fled - or worse. Eventually there were no more patients either - no more patients that were treatable anyway.

Dr. McClelland was a genius and considered one of the top surgeons in the world. His dexterity and speed with his hands were legendary, he thought very highly of himself as did his colleagues. However one thing he had always been ashamed of about himself was his cowardice which lead to his being near socially inept. He was a person who'd avoid all social gatherings, even avoiding the gatherings of his own family. This inability to interact with other people was in fact a key factor of his recent divorce, something which had seemed like the end of the world to Dr. McClelland such a short time ago.

Cowardice rather than dedication to his position had meant that he hadn't evacuated with some of his colleagues. He stayed at the clinic assuring everyone that he'd be fine and that he'd continue helping who he could. That had been a lie. As soon as everyone had gone he had locked up the clinic like a prison and blocked off all entrances and exits - after gathering supplies of course. He had turned the basement of the clinic into a very comfortable living area. What used to be offices and storage rooms were now a large living room of sorts. He'd moved some couches down from the waiting rooms as well as a hospital bed for himself. All in all he had made it very comfortable. He wasn't well stocked and he feared what would happen once he ran out so instead of cutting into what he had gathered he ate sparingly, mostly sugary treats from one of the three vending machines around the clinic. It hadn't done much for his health and the usually skinny and gaunt Dr. McClelland was starting to look like a cancer patient - even if he didn't feel like one just yet.

McClelland stayed in the basement nearly all the time. He read over old patient files and the numerous and outdated magazines that every clinic seems to have an abundance of. He wrote his thoughts on notepaper and was forever looking for ways into make his living area just that little more cosy. It wasn't much but it kept him busy. He dared not risk going outside unless it was absolutely necessary and until he finished his last morsel of food, (or last cigarette,) it was unnecessary. He had the whole clinic to himself which was more than enough space to prevent him getting cabin fever. He often walked around the clinic a few times a day just to get himself out of the basement. He would walk around the ground floor where the administration and GP offices were, then wander through the ICU and single operating theatre on the second floor, his shoes squeaking on the linoleum floors. Finally he would go up to the top floor where the rooms for longer staying patients were as well as the offices for the specialists – Dr. McClelland had his office here which he had stripped of all his personal belongings and moved them to the basement. All floors were immaculate, carefully tidied as a mundane task to occupy a man who was used to being forever occupied.

Dr. McClelland paused and slowly put his cigarette in an ashtray. His eye had caught something on the security monitor he had carefully dismantled, moved and reassembled again in his living quarters. It seemed just to be a flash. Maybe the thing was just malfunctioning. No! There it was again and it wasn't a flash, more a sweeping light that went across the screen. Where was it? He cursed himself for never learning which screen was showing which floor. After careful thought he figured that it must be the third floor, although where on the floor he couldn't tell as the camera was more-or-less facing a grey concrete wall. There seemed to be stairs but they weren't familiar, they were made of the same grey concrete as the wall. They certainly weren't from anywhere within the clinic.

Then it hit him, they must be from the stairs leading to the roof. He was surprised he hadn't remembered them seeing as in the weeks after he had developed his smoking habit he had often gone to the roof for five minutes every now and then. He had also neglected to block them off as he had all other entrances and exits. He swore - something he very rarely did. Although a self-confessed pessimist and in his current state of paranoia he reasoned with himself that if the sweeping light belonged to someone the someone probably wasn't infected. Of course having next to no experience with the infected he had no idea what to expect. Perhaps they still had the level of brainpower enough to use flashlights, maybe someone turned while wearing a headlamp, maybe... he picked up his cigarette again and inhaled deeply. It was probably nothing he told himself. But if it was something then it had to be dealt with, and quickly too. McClelland finished his cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray. He quickly pulled a new one out of the packet and put the end of it in his mouth and left it there, unlit. He fastened his coat, straightened his tie, adjusted his spectacles and checked his trouser pocket to see he still had his keys with the Swiss army knife key ring. After taking a deep breath he finally willed himself to the stairs and began to climb.

<div class="quote">OOC: I know it's long but you guys have had 21 pages to develop your characters so consider this my catch up.

Also with Kitty's character why doesn't Garfsan just act for her in Derek's part as well - at least until there comes an appropriate time to kill her off or something or maybe when Kitty comes back.

Whatever.

Also here's my character profile:

Name: Dr. Timothy McClelland
Age: 52
Appearance: Short, (5'7&quot;,) with dark grey medium length hair. Pale and skinny - almost gaunt. Think Sam Neill crossed with Rene Auberjonois. Has dark, almost black, brown eyes and wears spectacles. Has a few tics. Is wearing a light blue shirt, a green tie with black stripes under a white coat with dark grey business trousers and well-shined black shoes.
Gear: Only what is available to him in the clinic.
Weapon: None save a Swiss army knife.</div>

[SlainPwner666]

HOLY FUCK

[alex]

Kitty's gone? aaaw shit :( no the human race will be extinct forever! xD
But Tyr, awsome of you to join us! :D
*Edit: On story:
Derek asked him if he could get his stuff back from the other rooftops. 'I told you, i already took all your gear with me in my backpack' he said smiling. 'But it must have been while you were unconscious, so here you go!' he said and he gave Derek back his gear.

'Oh and by the way, you might wanna take some extra painkillers with you. But even better, i found these back in the apartment.' he said with an even bigger smile., showing his molotovs proudly. 'Here you take one. And Steve, you can have one too. In case there comes a horde of em charging at us.' he said. He gave both Derek and Steve a molotov. now well just have to wait for Jon to cross the rooftops and we can enter the clinic he thought.

[Garfsan]

OOC:First fucking epic writing Tyr. welcome aboard nice of you to join us. In regards to controlling kitty you mean me do both chars or just kinda have her follow me or what confused? Fair enough I'll then post for her till Steve wants to kill her or something. It'll be fun and a good challenge. I shall do mine and hers for now.

(DEREK)
Day 1 20:06

Alex had given Derek a Molotov and shown him his bergen. &quot;Hey thanks Alex, keep hold of my Bergen for now I got this on my back for the time being. Kinda got my hands full at the mo with this dark. Thanks though kiddo appreciate it.&quot; He patted him on the shoulder lightly and turned back to the stairs.

Derek looked down the dark stairs before him, they were illuminated by Steve's flashlight which gave the area an eerie atmosphere. Steve was at the bottom of the stairs he gave a gesture to follow. Derek switched back to the Mk23 switching on his flashlight. The stairs went down for about twenty feet. He made his way down the stairs, unsheathing his combat knife the light from his torch reflecting off it. He moved in a half crouch taking it slowly. He didn't want to disturb anything down there unless it was to end it's life.

&quot;Or un-life&quot; he mumbled. He had reached Steve and crouched behind him checking down the stairs and then back to the top. He could see a door leading into the building ahead.

&quot;Steve door ahead&quot; he whispered.

(KITTY)
Day 1 8:05pm

What the hell? she thought What the hell is Derek thinking doing that? I could have gotten there without his help... She paused looking around the clinic roof. The rain was still coming down and she noticed Howie was sat next to her looking sorry for himself.

&quot;Damn him&quot; she thought cursing under her breath.

She stood up looking around again, Derek and Steve had disappeared down the stairs into the clinic and Alex and Jon were on the roof. She sighed and patted Howie reassuring him that it was gonna be OK.

She moved her drenched hair out of her eyes and walked across the roof. Her sneakers were soaked and everything else was too. She was cold wet and miserable.

She sneezed loudly

&quot;Oh great perfect!&quot; She yelled &quot;Now I got a damn cold!!&quot; she stood next to the door leading downstairs, Howie had moved inside and proceeded to soak everyone with water shaking himself off looking at Kitty as if he hadn't done anything.

The coldness hit her when she moved inside, and she realized how drenched she was.

Aww shit she thought Hope this is just a cold... Standing at the top of the stairs she started to shiver, wrapping her arms around herself to keep herself warm. Howie moved up to her and rubbed her leg with his head and whimpered quietly.

&quot;Hey I'm OK&quot; she replied as she stroked his head &quot;Don't you worry little guy&quot; She sneezed again it echoing through the empty staircase.

[alex]

Alex followed Kitty down the staircase. She sneezed. 'Bless you' he said smiling at her. 'You must be freezing. Here take my jacket' he said while he wrapped his jacket around her. 'There, i hope that will help.' he said.

[BaldingSteve]

Day 1 8:06pm

They had come down the stairs behind him. Alex offered him a molotov, and he took it. &quot;Derek I really need that vest ASAP.&quot; He said to Derek.

Steve moved on ahead, again checking every possible inch of his flashlight as he had done in the apartment building. It seemed that there was nothing here, as there were no signs of life.

'I swear to god if this place is empty' He thought to himself. &quot;Stick close&quot; he whispered to the group behind him.

[Bill_the_nonchalant]

This is still alive?

[Garfsan]

KITTY

Alex wrapped his jacket around her giving some warmth. She smiled back nodding politely. He was smiling.

&quot;Do you think anyone is down there?&quot; she asked teeth chattering &quot;Will we find anything useful?&quot;

She was cold, her breathing was labored and slow. She was beginning to feel a little light headed. She slowly sat down sliding down the wall curling up at the bottom of the stairs where Derek and Steve were.

It's so cold...

DEREK

Day 1 20:08

Catherine had slumped down next to him shivering, after Alex had wrapped his jacket around her. She looked like hell and Howie was getting restless.

&quot;Alex keep an eye on her please. Think she may have hypothermia from standing in the cold for too long. So please keep her going till we find a doctor or medic or someone who can help her.&quot; He paused noticing a camera adorned the top of the corner wall. &quot;Were on TV folks&quot; he pointed to the camera &quot;Looks like we might have guests if he or she sends some goons after us.&quot; Derek paused glancing at the spare shotgun on Steve's back. He had moved on ahead Derek moving on after him.

&quot;Steve hate to break that ensemble but could I have the spare shotgun in case we need it?&quot; he paused coughing loudly &quot;Hope we don't but just in case.&quot; He felt weak all of a sudden and fell to one knee.

&quot;Jesus...&quot; he murmured &quot;Fucking hoodie wearing piece of shit....&quot;

[SlainPwner666]

Yesh

[Garfsan]

DEREk

&quot;Steve sorry man didn't register that.&quot; he paused reaching into his kitbag grabbing the tactical vest and tossed it to him. &quot;Here man, sorry mind on other things.&quot;

He looked back at Catherine, she was curled up in a corner shivering with Alex hovering around her. He was starting to get worried.

&quot;Steve c'mon bro lets keep moving. This building's gotta have someone in.&quot; He paused wiping a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. &quot;We gotta find someone we just gotta.&quot; He moved at a half crouch just to the behind of Steve to his left.

[BaldingSteve]

Day 1 8:10pm

&quot;Yeah sure, take it.&quot; Steve said, handing his shotgun to and taking the vest from Derek. He put his shotgun on the ground and slipped on the vest. It fit perfectly. &quot;This is perfect. Thanks man.&quot;

He then took off his pack and put the shells inside in one of the pockets on his vest. He also gave 5 to Derek. &quot;Here.&quot; He said, picking his shotgun back up.

&quot;Steve c'mon bro lets keep moving. This building's gotta have someone in it.&quot; Derek told him. Steve nodded.

&quot;Let's keep moving&quot; he said to the group.

[Garfsan]

DEREK

Day 1 20:10

&quot;Yeah sure, take it&quot; Steve passed Derek the Spas 12, along with five shells. He also slipped on the vest &quot;This is perfect. Thanks man.&quot; Derek gave Steve a friendly nod.

Derek loaded the shells into the shotgun, it felt heavy in his hands and not having a stock didn't help but being able to switch between an assault and standard shotgun made him feel better.

&quot;Thanks Steve appreciate it.&quot; He pumped the shotgun after loading the last shell the noise was loud in the empty hall but it reassured Derek. He also made sure it wasn't on semi-auto firing then clipped it onto the front of his vest for easy access in case it was needed.

&quot;Those fuckers think they're sick now. Wait till they meet this&quot;

He carried on with Steve keeping the line tight and checking the corners he did as well as the ones he missed also keeping an eye on the ceiling.

KITTY

Day 1

The others had moved on. There was a loud gun sounding noise that startled her which also made Howie nervous.

&quot;Alex lets go&quot; She stood up shakily &quot;Don't wanna keep them waiting for me again.&quot; She looked at him smiling weakly.

As she started down the stairs to catch up she started to feel a little better. The inside of the building wasn't warm but it was better than being outside in the rain. The steps seemed to go on forever but she finally reached the bottom of them she felt a little woozy.

She clung onto Alex's arm using him for balance avoiding looking him in the eye so she didn't appear completely helpless. Howie was trotting on ahead keeping up with Derek and Steve stopping to sniff the air every so often.

&quot;Howie be good OK&quot; she said weakly &quot;Keep a watch out OK?&quot; She tossed him a treat which he wolfed down quickly. She waited for Alex to keep moving staying clung onto his arm.

Hope we find help soon...

[SlainPwner666]

Mark slowly approached the clinic, and cautiously tried the door. Fuck. Locked. Looking around to make sure no infected were around, he used his good leg to throw a massive kick at the door. Nothing, all he did was hurt his foot and make a lot of noise, not helped by the fact that he yelled every obscene word he knew, and some he didn't while he was holding his foot.

He straighted, and yelled up once or twice, &quot;HELLO!!!!!!!&quot; and then gave up. He would attract infected if he made too much noise.
[Before I go on, Steve and Tyr, what other entrances do I have? I don't want to just make up hallways and stuffs]

[Tyr]

<div class="quote">There's a fire-escape which can take you to the roof, there you can com down into the clinic the same way the others have.</div>
Dr. McCelleand was just heading into the ICU when he started hearing noises. First it was a sneeze, then the unmistakable sound of voices although he couldn't hear what was said. Although he had decided that the intruders were indeed human and not infected this didn't ease his mind much. He told himself that the intruders were here to ransack the clinic and make off with all the medical supplies they could.

Suddenly there came a thump from downstairs and the sound of someone - or something - calling. Damn intruders! Human maybe but that didn't help him much if they lured an army of infected his way!

Slowly and tentatively, McClelland made his way to the stairs leading up to the third floor.

[Garfsan]

DEREK

Day 1 20:12

Derek pushed on ahead past Steve raising a closed fist realizing he might not know the hand signal he whispered &quot;Hold up a sec&quot; He moved to a door which lead to the main part of the building he could just make out the words Ward A written on it.

&quot;Theres gonna be some people in here if theres any...now there maybe some infected or it could be clean. Stay put and wait for my signal.&quot;

He crouched at the entrance to the door, looking through the two windows that were part of the door he could just make out the machines and empty beds that dotted the room. The lighting was dim but the power was on.

He steeled himself switching off the flashlight and slowly trying the door.

He was tense, pulse racing and his heart beating a mile a minute but he somehow felt like he was gonna be OK in here like there was gonna be someone who could help him. He opened the door slowly, the smell hit him first.

Disinfectant.. someone had too much time on his or her hands..

The ward was a large room dotted with many beds that all had clean sheets and seemingly absent of patients. There were several machines that were of a medical nature surrounding alot of the beds and there was a large space for where the patients were brought in. There was a small amount of light that bled in through the close blinds from street lights and many of the rooms lights were switched off. He noticed taking a few steps in the room that there was an area or two that was still stained with blood even though great effort was made to clean it up.

Stay frosty Derek, this is hard I know but stay frosty...

His pistol was heavy in his hands, the cold lump of metal had started to become a burden holding with one hand, he paused breathing out slowly switching his shooting hand he put the knife back in its sheathe. He carried on forward keeping all the other exits in his vision.

Movement

There was someone making his way into the ICU.

He was tall, muscular and easily weighed more than two hundred pounds. Derek could make out he was wearing army fatigues and some sort of goggles.

Derek stood up to challenge him as he stepped in the door but couldn't get the words out.

&quot;On..your..knees-&quot; his voice was garbled and low as Derek fell back to one knee he couldn't get out any words and his vision was blurry. The pistol crashed to the floor making a racket and the dull tiles started to look far away as he coughed violently blood dripping his mouth.

Oh Jesus

He hit the floor like a tonne of bricks the sound echoing through the room.


KITTY

8:17pm

It had been a few minutes since Derek had disappeared into the room, she was still holding onto Alex and still felt cold and weak. Howie had whimpered a few times as she made her way forward. Jon was at the back.

Her head was spinning a bit and she felt like she might throw up at any point. She broke open the bottle of water Derek had given her and started to drink. The fluids helped and she realized she had drunk half the bottle.

&quot;Hope hes OK&quot; she whispered to herself.

Then she heard a crash then the sound of something hitting the floor heavily.

&quot;Derek?&quot;

[alex]

Kitty hold onto Alex's arm.'Im so cold..' she said. 'Don't worry, well find some blankets or something.' he said to her. He hold her a bit more tight to make her feel more safe.

He noticed Steve and Derek were moving up, and Jon was behind them. Jon yelled a few times to find out if there were any humans in the building, but there was no response. 'Heey man, keep it down a little! We don't want to have those crazy bastards all over the place.' he said to him.

He and Kitty sat down for a while. Kitty still hold tight onto him, and he noticed she was getting weaker and colder. 'Drink some water, it will make you feel better.' he said to her. he rubbed her back with his arm, hoping to make her feel warmer.

Then suddenly a crashing sound came out of the hallway. 'Derek?' Kitty said. He stood up. 'Wait here Kitty, I'm gonna check it out. Stay with Jon, he will protect you.' he said. he patted her gently on her shoulder. 'Dont worry, i will be back soon.' he said smiling at her. He then turned away and walked towards Steve.

'Trouble, boss?' he said to him.

*edit: OOC: what does ICU mean? Intensive Care Unit? and im wondering if mister McCelleand will let us in xD

[SlainPwner666]

Searching around the building, Mark soon spotted a ladder. Swinging on his good leg, he had enough momentum to just barely leap up and grab it. He then hung there, flailing like a mental patient, until he could climb up to the top. It went from a ladder to a fire escape, and he gladly took the stairs to the roof. He then began to notice signs of a possible human presence. A little water was spilled here and there, indicating a water bottle. Plus footprints in the dust, which confirmed his suspicions. Someone had been through here. Keeping his M4 trained down the long hallway, he began to walk.

[FaceGrater]

OOC: Sorry guys, this week has been crazy. I have some homework to do then I'll read to catch up.

[DethPenguin]

Damn Tyr. You jumped on the ball once a spot was open.
You betch.

[Tyr]

<div class="quote">It's Doctor McClelland, and yes, ICU stands for Intensive Care Unit.
And Deth I knew about the spot quite a while back.

I'll write something a bit later, I'm caught up with work. Just so I'm clear Steve, Jon, Kitty, Derek and Howie, (dog,) are in the ICU, Derek's just collapsed, Alex is on the third floor. I don't know who the guy in the army uniform and goggles is.</div>

[Garfsan]

@Alex ICU= Intensive Care Unit. where they'll stick Derek :P

EDIT @TYR: you'll see who the guy is dont worry. Tho i swear we were on diff floors from what i read... like we were in the wards and the doc was on the 2nd floor which is the ICU. Nvm tho plot holes ftw xD an

@Reader: sorry for long post wanted to get this in :P
KITTY

Day 1

Alex had been with Kitty and reassuring her it was gonna be OK, this made her feel better but she still was cold and wet. She didn't wanna appear weak in front of the guys but it came increasingly harder to do as she was deteriorating fast.

Alex had stood up and moved over to Steve after hearing the loud noise 'Wait here Kitty, I'm gonna check it out. Stay with Jon, he will protect you.' He patted her gently on the shoulder 'Don't worry, i will be back soon.'

Kitty managed a weak smile back it was all she could do really, she sat down next to the wall about 15 feet from the doors Derek had disappeared through.

She took out her pistols, they were heavy and decided she'd do more harm than good with them. As she put them away something gave in her and she passed out for a moment. She knew she had because Jon was one spot one moment and another suddenly.

&quot;Woah&quot; she mumbled. Howie came over and started to whimper quietly while nudging her.

I hope Derek's OK. She thought to herself He's tough he will get through this. She buried her head in between her knees and felt herself drift off.

DEREK

He snapped awake and suddenly he was moving but he wasn't doing the moving. He tried to focus but he could only see a sandy desert plain zoom by.

&quot;What the fuck..&quot; he muttered as he looked around him. He was in a Black Hawk, strapped into the seat and around him were two other guys and two females. He recognized them as his team mates he worked with.

&quot;Guys&quot; he shouted trying to let them hear him over the rotor roaring above him &quot;How long till we touch down?&quot; Lieutenant Niki Hotchkins spoke into the headset she was wearing her voice came through clearly

&quot;OK folks&quot; she started &quot;Were gonna fast rope down onto the roof of the complex two clicks north of here, expect light resistance to begin with but once they know were there well&quot; she paused patting her G36c &quot;We will be in for one hell of a fight boys and girls&quot; Derek looked at her for some time, she was tall around 5'11&quot; muscular build but not too much so she looked butch. Her features were delicate yet showed determination and strength. A long jagged scar ran from her brow down the right side of her face, adding a dark outline to the almond features and deep blue eyes. Blonde tied back hair wafted in the wind and she moved her bangs out of her eyes every so often. She was a stunning woman.

Fucking hell Derek thought looking away.

He looked at the others, there was Sargeant Jackson, tall black guy heavily built buzzed hair and a face like a bull. But he was a big softy really. He was cradling a MK46 his &quot;baby&quot; as he called it.

Corporal Lee Emmerich His best mate readying his M4 Masterkey, known him forever and was the best assault specialist he knew. And finally Private Alex Taylor, pint sized recon expert that was half asleep MP5k in her hands, athletic build and a face of an angel white hair tied back with a cap on.

The Black Hawk lurched back, causing Derek's stomach to cartwheel, as it stopped above the drop off point the loose sand that populated everywhere swirling up like a tornado.

&quot;Were here!&quot; She roared over the headset &quot;Eyes and ears people&quot; In a flash she grabbed the rope and disappeared followed by Jackson, Emmerich then Taylor.

Derek slid down the rope burning his hands slightly through his gloves he hit the roof with a thump. It was a bright hot day in wherever the hell he was and being in full tactical gear didn't help him either he could feel sweat trickle down his brow and sand scratch at the inside of his throat. Above him the Black Hawk took off kicking a small sandstorm around it as it flew off into the distance the lurching of his engine as it turned and sped off.

Derek dropped to one knee, MP5SD3 out in front of him. The LT was moving across the landing pad to the door leading downstairs, Taylor Emmerich and Jackson followed. He moved up the right side of the door behind Taylor patting her on the shoulder to let her know he was there.

&quot;On three&quot;

They burst in the door to a long corridor with windows to the left of them. They moved swiftly and with a purpose. He was sure they heard the chopper but didn't know how long it would take them to react.

Moving down the corridor Derek blinked and saw a black robed figure appear from the roof door armed with an AK47 he saw his eyes open wide as he spotted Derek and his team.

&quot;CONTACT&quot; he fired a burst at the man, the rounds tearing through his chest throat and shoulder. He fell to the floor in a bloody heap as the mans weapon went off loud and deafening in the long corridor rounds shattering through the window.

&quot;Shit&quot; the Lt muttered &quot;Weapons free guys. Eyes and ears folks eyes and ears.&quot; They moved on quickly, Derek kept his sights trained behind them as he walked backwards. He had trained like this and his balance was perfect. Two more men sped around the corner that they rounded.

Derek fired two bursts both hitting both of the mens throats and forehead which exploded in a shower of crimson fluid and bone. They slumped to the floor making no further sound.

&quot;Bitch be on form today my man!&quot; Jackson joked patting Derek on the back
&quot;Shut your goddamn mouth Jackson&quot; Lt hissed &quot;Were professionals not some hooligans with guns&quot; She signaled the group to stop as they came face to face with a large set of double doors. &quot;Open that damn door quickly Taylor&quot; She moved up to the door taking out a set of tools and began working.

Derek watched around the corner, he could see pools of blood forming around the two men he just shot. Jackson was behind him, he could tell as of the team he made the most noise when going quietly. They were in a small room just before the double doors. There was the large window dominating the side and a dull grey concrete colour occasionally broken up by a red stripe accenting it. The floor was concrete also. Derek focused on keeping his zone clear. A large group of armed men dressed in the same black robes came storming around the corner.

&quot;LT&quot; he hissed &quot;Foot mobiles on our six&quot; he opened fire on the group as Jackson swung around the back of him and opened up with the MK46.

The weapons rounds tore through the guards bodies, one man was reduced to a cloud of red mist as the 5.56 ripped through them. Several others limbs were torn from their bodies as they were thrown to the ground by the force of the impact. The small group of six men were wiped out by a single long burst from Jackson. He was an asshole but he could shoot the bollocks of a gnat at 100 yards.

Derek looked down his scope, he could make out one still twitching but could see his throat was torn out, and there were several large holes in him. He wasn't long for this world.

Derek swung back into cover and put a fresh mag into his gun. Jackson moved back as soon as Derek returned to his position gun trained down the corridor.

Five minutes in and we already have a bigger body count than normal.. Jesus how many are there here...

OOC: again sorry for the long post but i wanted to get this in, and tyr the man in goggles will be explained as we carry on :) Also tired and its 3:40am lols...

[Little_Kitty1234]

Hey guys sorry i can't post anymore I'll try amd read as much as possible. Thanks garfsan for taking my character........=D Blame the father....X3

[SlainPwner666]

[Gives official military salute]

At least we have tyr as a replacement. I'll post my next part in a bit.

OOC: I was thinking about you guys meeting good ole doc and then settling in for the night, and then one of you just runs into me out of nowhere and there is a really good scare. Who knows?

[Garfsan]

Hey no probs Kitty, sorry to see you go.

@slain: now there wont be a scare now will there?

On topic:
Had my epic post fun yesterday dunno what to post now so will wait for others. Plus tired and semi cba syndrome kicking in too... will carry on when someone posts theres.

Plus theres the &quot;how do i top that bit&quot; thing to do as well. i personally am surprised i did that much lols. And stumped on how to carry on which is why i need your input guys! :D

Peace

[SlainPwner666]

I mean, if this was a real life situation, then you know someone would have freaked out. I'll see what I can do before the others post

[Garfsan]

OOC:
What you gonna do come around the corner and go:

&quot;BOOGIWWOOUGALALAMUGGOIEBOO&quot; waving your arms around and going all crazy? As the group unload several clips in your face?

ON TOPIC:

DEREK

Derek glanced back around the corner, he could make out more black robed figures and several others in body armour carrying heavier weapons.

&quot;Armour 'aint gonna save yo asses&quot; Jackson remarked &quot;Shits gonna hit you hard for what you bastards be doing here.&quot; He moved around the corner and let off another long burst. Derek glanced at the group as they were shredded by his shots being thrown to the floor like rag dolls under the force of the impact.

He heard barking, followed by shouts in a foreign tongue. &quot;Shit I 'aint shooting no dogs..&quot; Jackson crouched down taking aim &quot;No man I 'aint shooting no dogs!&quot; Derek span around the corner just to catch a large German Sheppard pounce on him.

He was wrestling with the dog trying to stop it from tearing his face off meanwhile the others has vanished through the double doors it swinging slowly open.

&quot;Goddamnit&quot; Derek hissed.

He gripped the sides of the dogs head tightly and wrenched it sideways hard. There was a loud yelp as the dog fell limp on him its tongue hanging from its mouth.

&quot;That shit was cold bro...cold.&quot; Jackson whispered looking away. &quot;I don't think I could've done that shi-&quot; He snapped back as rounds slammed into his chest. Gunfire erupted from down the corridor as Derek kicked off the dog rolling onto his stomach readying his MP5 and opened fire on the group that were spilling out of the doors.

&quot;JACKSON!&quot; he was lying on his back a look of anger on his face. He shot up to a crouched position

&quot;SHIT BE GOING ON NOW BITCH!&quot; He roared the sound echoing down the corridor, he could make out the faces of the men as they saw him stand up.

They had a look of horror and disbelief across them. Then they were shattered as Jacksons rounds obliterated there skulls.

KITTY

She opened her eyes and saw Jon hovering around near her, Derek still wasn't back and Howie was nudging her arm. Alex was stood talking to Steve near the door.

&quot;Guys&quot; she tried to speak as loud as she could but couldn't get the words out as she hoped. &quot;Whats going on? What happened to Derek? Why is nobody doing anything!&quot; she felt her strength return as her temper rose &quot;guys c'mon he wouldn't sit around doing nothing!!!&quot; she was yelling loudly realized and stopped.

&quot;Sorry&quot; she whispered &quot;But come on guys get moving he could be dying in there.&quot;

[SlainPwner666]

Become who I know you can be. an unknown voice echoed throughout his mind. A different voice sounded. This one had the feeling of great power, and it filled his mind with promise. Thou shalt not kill, Thou shalt not steal, especially a life Well, these possible goals were put down permanently the second he decided to join the army. Oh well. He continued on, his boots rapping across the tile floor. He found a nice room, and found a nice corner to sit in. Locking the door, he turned off the light and decided to get some sleep

[alex]

OOC: sorry Derek, i can't really understand whats happening to your character right now. Correct me if the current situation is different:
Jon and Kitty are in the back.
Alex and Steve are further up the hallway.
Derek is either in some kind of dream, or has somehow regrouped with the military.
Mark is at the 1st floor of the building.
Dr. McClelland is on the other side of the 3rd floor.
So i don't really know what to write now xD ill have to wait for either Steve or Tyr to write something

[BaldingSteve]

Day 1 9:00pm

Steve heard Derek fall in the other room. He ran up to and crouched next to him. He was passed out. &quot;Looks like the painkillers wore off. We need to get him to a doctor quick.&quot; Steve said as he picked Derek up. He threw him over his back into the fireman's carry. &quot;Guys we need to find a doctor.&quot;

OOC: Sorry about my absence, I've had quite a lot to do recently.

[Garfsan]

OOC: @Alex Yeah man its a dream state and your right about the other chars. Spot on son.

KITTY

Day 1 9:00pm

&quot;Guys we need to find a doctor.&quot; She heard Steve speak these words and it snapped her awake. He had moved back into the hallway with Derek across his shoulders passed out.

&quot;Oh my god what happened?&quot; She said panicked &quot;What happened to him? Is he gonna be OK?&quot;

She stood up quickly and moved over to the doors where Derek went through. She looked around the room and noticed that the whole room seemed empty and the cold looking beds and machines were unnerving.

I hate hospitals... She whimpered and moved on. As she moved through looking for someone she stumbled on something, it was Derek's gun, she holstered it while drawing her own M9. It was heavy and cold but she kept it close.

&quot;Howie&quot; she whistled quietly &quot;C'mere boy&quot; he came bounding in panting and wagging his tail. &quot;C'mon stay with me boy.&quot; she ruffled the fur on his head as he wagged his tail furiously. He barked loudly with excitement

&quot;HOWIE!&quot; She put a finger to her lips &quot;SHHHH!&quot;

DEREK

He heard barking as he moved back to a crouch putting a fresh magazine into his MP5.

&quot;Bastards didn't know what hit em&quot; Jackson remarked standing up. He was tall, towered over Derek even though he himself was 6'3&quot;. Jackson was easily 6'6&quot; and weighed around 250lbs of muscle. He smiled but it was a hollow one, he could see that there was a round stuck in his shoulder and blood was oozing out of it.

&quot;Jackson your bleeding&quot; Derek whispered &quot;Patch it up now&quot;

Jackson grunted as he moved around the corner, and started work on his shoulder.

He reached for a shot of Painkillers, removing the cap he jabbed it into his shoulder near the sight of the wound. It had lodged into his shoulder reasonably deep, he could see that the cloth around it had been stained red with his blood already but Jackson showed no signs of slowing.

&quot;Need any help?&quot; Derek asked &quot;No Staff&quot; Jackson replied &quot;It's cool man&quot; He crouched down digging his knife into the wound and effortlessly plucked the bullet out. It had shattered against his bone and there would be some shards still in his shoulder but for now that would stop it from getting worse. He sprayed some disinfectant over it and slapped a gauze on it.

&quot;See my man?&quot; He grinned raising his MK46 in front of him &quot;Piece of cake&quot; he glanced towards the doors, &quot;Yo where the hell is the ladies gone?&quot;

&quot;Lee went with them&quot;
&quot;Yeah like i said&quot; he smirked &quot;The ladies&quot; There was a big grin on his face as he moved towards the doors &quot;C'mon Staff lets rock my man&quot;

Derek smiled as he moved to the other side of the door, Jackson moved in first then Derek. Jackson was always the joker but he knew when to shut up and when to joke, but also he was the nicest guys you would ever meet and always listened when people wanted help Derek didn't think he ever saw him not help out a friend. Back home he had a little girl which was the reason he kept fighting so she would never have to.

Derek shut the doors locking them from that side with the huge bolts that were either side of it. Securing the rear.

The corridor carried on and each side the windows had stopped. There was only a thick layer of grey concrete adorned with that red stripe which led down the corridor to the lab area he assumed.

&quot;Staff you OK?&quot; Jackson asked &quot;You look a little phased out bro&quot;
&quot;I'm fine&quot; Derek replied rubbing his eyes &quot;After I killed that dog a little time after I heard another bark.. it was weird cuz there wasn't any dogs there.. which is really weird&quot; Jackson gave Derek a funny look and patted him on the shoulder making him sink a little

&quot;Cuz you killed that dog man. Karma Bro&quot;
&quot;But&quot; he replied &quot;If he didn't he would of fucking killed me? What did you want me to do?&quot; they rounded the corner &quot;Pat it on the head and say Who's a good boy? YOU ARE YOU ARE!!&quot;&quot; Derek grunted signaling Jackson to stop as they saw the scene ahead of them.

For once Jackson was speechless.

EDIT 07APR: Guys where are you man c'mon

[alex]

sorry but im very busy this week. i hope i can post in a few days...

[SlainPwner666]

OOC: I'll try and post today. I'll have to see what I can think up

[Garfsan]

DEREK

Derek and Jackson couldn't believe there eyes. A cold steel filled room, beds, medical equipment and various giant lockers. Before them was a huge lab area filled with giant test tubes filled with a murky liquid. Machines and wires interloped throughout the room making it have an alien feel. Inside the large glass cylinders he could just make out human figures, to them attached many wires and systems but most prominent was the mask attached to them which he assumed was to provide oxygen.

Derek and Jackson looked around the room, both of them dumbfounded by the scene before them.

&quot;What the fuck is this?&quot; Jackson finally muttered his tone quiet and lacking the usual fire it does &quot;What the hell they doing here?&quot;

Derek moved over to some computer monitors, they were all touchscreen state of the art tech that wouldn't go amiss in a western lab never mind a country like this. He pressed the screen and a large pentagon shaped logo flashed up with the an eagle holding a blade in its beak logo across it and the words &quot;Primatech&quot; beneath it.

Derek tapped the screen some more and windows flashed up showing videos of some sort of substance being injected into a patient which all had serious wounds to their bodies.

The patient writhed in agony as his body convulsed and spasmed wildly. He then came to a stop, motionless. The ECG he was attached to gave out the same tone. Dead.

After a few moments the wounds on the subject started to close and he regained consciousness the ECG buzzing back to life giving a steady rhythm once more. The patient opened his eyes a scared look across it.

&quot;Holy shit...&quot; Derek mumbled &quot;This is some sort of lab making wonder drugs...&quot; he paused scanning the room to make sure he wasn't being watched &quot;We have been ordered to blow up this place...why?&quot;

Jackson moved over to the screen Derek was at and looking at the screen he had a intrigued look on his face. &quot;Staff&quot; he started &quot;What if we were to find a sample and take it back to HQ.&quot; he paused to scratch his chin &quot;Wouldn't that be a good thing&quot; he motioned at the video playing again &quot;Thats some strong shit bro. We get that back to our lab geeks and we could have a cure for the heavy hitters in the medical world man.&quot;

Derek stowed his MP5 on his vest and folded his arms, he looked around the room again looking for more clues. There were two large doors leading deeper into the facility, which Jackson had already moved over to.

His gaze fell upon a large computer which reminded him of a main server. He fished around in the draws for a flash drive but found a portable HDD. He started the download of the main files.

&quot;OK that will take a few minutes&quot; He paused &quot;If we do have to blow this place up then at least we will have some data in the wonder drug.&quot; He looked over at Jackson who was surprisingly quiet about all this

&quot;Hey big guy you OK?&quot; Derek asked &quot;What's on your mind?&quot; Jackson sighed and looked at Derek his face was sad and he had the look of a man about to confess to murder.

&quot;Staff&quot; he started in a low tone &quot;This is one of the major finds of the century man. If that fixed that guy with those injuries. Imagine what it could do for shit like cancer and stuff like that.&quot; His eyes started to fill with hope &quot;We could end a lot of peeps suffering Staff&quot; He looked through the doors and his expression switched back to his usual serious combat attitude.

&quot;Incoming foot mobiles Staff, count six&quot; He readied his MK46 crouching down near the door &quot;Say the word and they're worm food.&quot;

Derek nodded and Jackson shot into action. He could see him unleash a long burst of fire and sounds of screams and terror flooded his ears the muzzle flash illuminating the dimly lit lab.

There was a beep, the HDD was done. &quot;OK&quot; Derek started readying his MP5 &quot;Lets regroup with the others wherever the hell they are.&quot; He saw Jackson nod letting him know he heard him.

&quot;Lieutenant come in&quot; he spoke into his comms &quot;LT gimme a sitrep&quot; He waited a few seconds

&quot;Nothing&quot; He saw Jackson glance his way his features showing worry

&quot;Lieutenant Hotchkins, this is Staff Reid. Whats your condition over&quot; He waited for a moment and then started to move. He grabbed the HDD and met Jackson by the side of the door, crouching down and then moving through.

It led to another corridor with many side doors and a long stretch leading to a large bulkhead. On each of the doors he could see that they had been breached, obviously by the LT and the rest of the team. He could see the boots of one soldier just sticking out of the door of one room to the right. He pointed this out and moved towards them hastily.

In a half crouch with Jackson covering him, he quietly moved to the downed person. As he got closer he could make out that those weren't the boots the guards were wearing. They belonged to one of his own.

&quot;Shit shit shit&quot; he muttered and signaled Jackson to move up &quot;C'mon be OK please be OK&quot;

He rounded the wall and fell to his knees when he saw who it was.

Alex was lying on the ground, her eyes empty devoid of life. She lay, the front of her vest torn open by shrapnel and several heavier rounds. She had bled out in moments it seemed, there were several holes where her lungs would be and one round had struck her in the neck knocking her cap off her head the blood mixing with her white hair turning it a gory pink colour. Her features were white and pale and blood had trickled down her mouth to the floor when she would have coughed up blood while dying. She lay in the doorway into an office, a light seemingly highlighting her in that spot and the room filled with lots of generic desks adorned with many computers, files and several coffee machines dotted throughout a light cream carpet dressing the floor which Alex's blood has stained a large area beneath him.

Derek felt something inside him snap. He always liked Taylor and felt like she liked him, but never had the balls to ask her out. He crouched down closing her eyes gently cupping the side of her face with his hand tenderly he kissed her forehead and stood up sighing heavily as he removed her tags.

&quot;Hey who is it Staff was it any-&quot; Jackson cut short as he saw Alex on the floor. &quot;Fuck..&quot; he looked away &quot;FUCK&quot; he punched the door part of it splintering under the force of the impact the dust being unsettled &quot;Staff lets go.&quot; His voice was cold and sounded empty.

&quot;I'm gonna miss you Alex..&quot; He felt a tear run down his cheek as bullets smashed into the door frame missing his head by inches. In a split second he felt a blind rage overcome him as he spun around to face his attackers.

&quot;This is for you Alex&quot; he roared as he opened fire on the group that had stormed out of one of the doors ahead.

[SlainPwner666]

Wow. No one really posted in a while.

Mark awoke, a foul taste in his mouth. Shaking off the disorientation, he readied his M4, and began to climb the stairs to the roof

[DethPenguin]

However he was surprised to see a braindawg on the stairwell. It pounced on him and snatched the M4 from Mark's hands. The braindawg ran back into his personal refrigerator and readjusted his eye patch, only to find out he dropped it in his ambush! What a shame, now everyone will see his missing eye. Well, maybe they won't see his missing eye, but they'll see his empty eye socket. Braindawg readied his M4 and went back to the stairwell, in search of his eye patch.

[SlainPwner666]

YOU FUCKA!!!

[DethPenguin]

Braindawg approached the stairs cautiously, looking out for those survivors. He brought his M4 up to aim and scanned his surroundings... nobody. Braindawg climbed the stairs slowly, constantly on alert. &quot;Where's that eye patch...&quot; he muttered to himself. After a minute of looking up and down the stairs he finally saw his eye patch. It was caught on a broken segment of railing. Braindawg snatched the eyepatch and threw the m4 to the ground. &quot;Ahh there we go.&quot; Now no one will have to see braindawg's exposed eye socket.

In other words:
Bump. I've been following this thread and want moar story.

[SlainPwner666]

Well, it seems as if this thread has been abandoned. I really need someone else [BESIDES YOU] To post before I can continue

[Garfsan]

I have been at work all weekend sorry guys. And when not sleeping.. luls.

Plus its been easter weekend so everyone will be out having fun.

Will continue the epicness of the large posts that is dereks flashbacks soon. For now on resi 5 lols... Well i unlocked the minigun.... anyway

KITTY

DAY 1

After seemingly forever she managed to stop Howie from barking. She sternly told him to sit and he did so looking sorry for himself. She moved forward to the other end of the room looking for any people or trouble.

Steve still had Derek across his shoulders and he was still passed out. Some time had passed and she was beginning to wonder if he would wake up. Alex was stood near Steve and Jon was around somewhere.

She sighed and sat down on one of the beds near where the group was and beckoned them to come in quietly. She sat cross legged and tried to warm up some shuddering a little.

Opening the bottle of water Derek gave her she slowly started to drift off.

Shit she thought to herself Don't fall asleep they might need me

She drank the rest of the bottle and put it down on the table next to the bed. She took in the room. There were many beds with medical machines and ECG's next to them, several other larger machines and a lot of the beds had curtains closing them off for privacy. The decor was the usual dull drab environment of a hospital. She sighed loudly and her mind began to wander.

She felt a drip of blood hit her jeans, quickly she wiped her nose hoping to god it wasn't a nosebleed. She started to fidget and then hopped off the bed and grabbed some scrap bandages out of Howie's kit tilting her head back so the blood didn't drip all over her.

After a few minutes it stopped and she sneezed loudly. Spraying some blood over the scrap of bandage she had used.

&quot;Ah shit&quot; she muttered quietly &quot;What the hell is wrong with my nose&quot; She sat back down on the bed and held the bandage to her nose waiting for the others.

DEREK

Derek was stood tall by the door where he found Taylor. His heart was writhing and his palms were sweaty and he couldn't help but feel out of breath.

&quot;Fuckers...&quot; He huffed &quot;Jackson you OK?&quot; Derek glanced at his teammate he was crouched down with a slight look of disbelief over his face.

&quot;Staff my man..&quot; he paused smiling &quot;Thats some sick shit bro&quot; Derek then realized he had stood up spun around in the same movement fired off the magazine and killed the five guards. One handed.

&quot;Thanks..&quot; he loaded another mag into his MP5 &quot;Lets go Jackson find the others.&quot;

Derek and Jackson carried on throughout the facility, they had several more skirmishes with the guards that remained which was surprisingly alot considering that the LT and Emmerich had gone this way.

They had followed the small trail they left of bullet casings and dead bodies all of them expertly dispatched with two rounds to the skull.

&quot;Derek&quot; Jackson shouted loudly pointing to a large set of double doors &quot;Theres the LT&quot;

Derek knew that when Jackson called him by his first name he meant business. They moved through the double doors noticing that Emmerich wasn't with her.

She was in a large server room in the process of downloading or uploading data onto a laptop. She usually carried a small notebook with her on recon missions and somehow managed to keep it from getting broke. She had a stern look across her face and there was a large gash running across her cheek.

&quot;LT!&quot; Derek yelled &quot;What the fuck?&quot; he stormed up to her right in her face, she turned slightly to face him &quot;Where did you go? What the hell were you thinking?&quot; He grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her to face him &quot;Goddammit will you fucking answer me!!?&quot;

She shot Derek a cold look, her eyes were fierce and the general mood he got from her was that she could strike at a moments notice.

There was a bleeping sound and the LT finally answered.

&quot;Derek...I'm sorry I had a job to do I had to get this done in a certain time frame. This data is too important to pass up and st--&quot;
&quot;WHAT ABOUT TAYLOR!!?&quot; Derek interrupted, yelling
&quot;Huh what are you talking about?&quot; she looked confused &quot;What happened to he-&quot;
&quot;SHE'S DEAD OK!&quot; Derek was right in her face screaming at the top of his voice &quot;SHE'S DEAD&quot; The LT's face sank, he could see it in her eyes as the news slowly started to hit her.
&quot;What..?&quot; she whimpered &quot;What happened to her?&quot;
&quot;You didn't know?&quot; Derek lowered his voice his hands still gripped on her shoulders &quot;She...she&quot; Derek looked down at the floor and felt a hand pat him on the back.
&quot;Staff&quot; Jackson said quietly &quot;We should get going the mission won't do itself.&quot; Derek felt the LT kiss his cheek gently. He looked up at her his face wracked with loss.

&quot;GUYS!&quot; Emmerich yelled from out of nowhere &quot;We got boucoup crazies inbound!&quot; He was ragged and looked like he had been dragged through a hedge backwards

&quot;LEE!&quot; Derek yelled &quot;What the hell happened to you?&quot; He moved over to Lee as Jackson moved up to the doors where he emerged from checking down the corridor.

&quot;SHIT!&quot; He opened fire the rounds snapping Derek back to some sort of sense again. He blinked a few times and stared at the door as at least two dozen of the reasearchers charged Jackson. Emmerich was crouched next to him firing his shotgun into the crowd.

&quot;SHUT THE DOORS!&quot; Lee hit the key panel and the doors slammed shut narrowly missing Lee's legs as the angry techs smashed against the clear reinforced glass.

&quot;PIGS! PIGS!&quot;
&quot;Were going to kill you for what you've done!&quot;
&quot;How could you do this! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS!&quot;
&quot;Why ruin our research!! THIS WILL SAVE MILLIONS!!!&quot;
&quot;WE WILL KILL YOU FOR THIS AMERICAN DOGS!&quot;

Derek had heard enough he readied a grenade and held it to the door right next to one of the researchers faces.

&quot;SEE THIS!&quot; he yelled &quot;I WILL BLOW TEN SHADES OF SHIT OUTTA YOU IF YOU DON'T CALM THE HELL DOWN!&quot; The researchers eyes fell upon the grenade labeled on the side was &quot;High explosive&quot;

&quot;NEVER!&quot; Derek removed the pin and kept his grip tight on the spoon of the grenade

&quot;How bout now!!?&quot; Derek yelled again rage all over his face &quot;Gonna give up huh?&quot;

They slowly started to backup and ceased pounding on the glass doors.

One of them held his hands up as if to surrender. He was short, about 5'8&quot; scrawny, dark skin and matted black hair. He had a couple of weeks worth of beard on his face as he met Derek's fierce look, giving one back.

&quot;Now we gonna talk like civilized people or we gonna fight?&quot; Derek tightened the grip on the grenade hoping the scientist would give in. He was looking at the floor and muttering something under his breath.

&quot;OK&quot; he finally said after a tense silence &quot;OK I will talk&quot;

&quot;Good&quot; Derek put the pin back in the grenade. Slowly he opened the door dragging the single man through. He slammed him against the door kneeing him in the gut winding him. He bunched up in agony

&quot;Thats for calling me a Yank&quot; The others slowly moved away from the door.

And then it hit them. Heavy gunfire smashed against the doors shredding the group of a dozen or so researchers. They were cut down as gore and limbs splatted against the doors. Several rounds pierced though the glass as Derek and his team dived to one side.

He looked at the man leaning against the door. Several rounds had gone through his sternum, abdomen and lower ribs. He had been split open blood and his guts spilling out of him. He somehow stood still.

&quot;You have to stop them..&quot; he coughed violently.. trying to speak through blood stained teeth &quot;Please soldiers...stop them from taking it...&quot; he coughed again a large chunk of his insides spilling out to the floor. &quot;Please..Derek stop the CIA..&quot; he could see his lungs and heart fail as he fell to the floor with a sickening wet thump.

&quot;CIA?!&quot;

[Garfsan]

Seriously wtf with the &quot; business ffs lol.

And sorry for double post

[SlainPwner666]

Whoops......

[DethPenguin]

Whoops......

This is one has been Left 4 Dead! Don't bother!

[Garfsan]

So like has this thread died then? or shall i carry on as me and slain seem to be the only ones here atmo...

It would seem that this thread has indeed died.

Ah well