Blake let out a string of curses. After he had managed to rescue those several men, he had been overwemed by the flow of zombies. They had captured him, and he had been stuck to a tree for several days. He let out another curse. He heard footsteps, and thought the end was near. The Zombies were returning...
Resident Evil: Genocide
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The zombies just wandered down the manhole as expected. Trabolt mearly had to gain their attention. He went around the manhole and he continued on down the street. He passed a crack between two buildings to see a blue outfit.
"A cop uniform?" Trabolt said aloud.
He noticed a few distant zombies and figured he'd have time to see if this uniform held a gun. The cop in it was well dead as he seemed to have shot himself or had been shot. A large hole in his head proved that it wasn't zombies that killed him. Trabolt actually found a beretta and a number of 9mm ammo with it.
"1st piece of luck in a long time." He mumbled loading the pistol.
He also found a first aid spray and a crowbar. It was pretty unusual to find a police officer with a crowbar instead of a baton but its whats most effective that counts. Trabolt came back out onto the dimly lit street with a bit more confidence. He was able to run on his injured foot now and he had finally had lady luck bless him for a change. He ran down to the next corner and shot a few zombies with his new beretta. After about 7 shots he put down the 3 zombies. One even took a bullet to its head and still tried to come at him. He turned the corner and jumped over a busted car and came to a T junction. Going right he turned a corner (killing two more zombies in the process) and saw the front gates for Racoon police department.
"Thank god me wandering around got me here. THis could have taken even longer than before." Trabolt said aloud.
He heard a bark from his left. He looked over to see a zombie dog behind an iron gate barking and biting at the bars. Trying to get to him no doubt. Trabolt just walked on into the police yard.
"A cop uniform?" Trabolt said aloud.
He noticed a few distant zombies and figured he'd have time to see if this uniform held a gun. The cop in it was well dead as he seemed to have shot himself or had been shot. A large hole in his head proved that it wasn't zombies that killed him. Trabolt actually found a beretta and a number of 9mm ammo with it.
"1st piece of luck in a long time." He mumbled loading the pistol.
He also found a first aid spray and a crowbar. It was pretty unusual to find a police officer with a crowbar instead of a baton but its whats most effective that counts. Trabolt came back out onto the dimly lit street with a bit more confidence. He was able to run on his injured foot now and he had finally had lady luck bless him for a change. He ran down to the next corner and shot a few zombies with his new beretta. After about 7 shots he put down the 3 zombies. One even took a bullet to its head and still tried to come at him. He turned the corner and jumped over a busted car and came to a T junction. Going right he turned a corner (killing two more zombies in the process) and saw the front gates for Racoon police department.
"Thank god me wandering around got me here. THis could have taken even longer than before." Trabolt said aloud.
He heard a bark from his left. He looked over to see a zombie dog behind an iron gate barking and biting at the bars. Trying to get to him no doubt. Trabolt just walked on into the police yard.
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He seen a few bodies in the station indicating that the fighting was brought here and whoever was here had cleaned the place of resistance. This made Trabolts time here a lot easier. On the otherhand he couldn't find a shred of ammo or equiptment. He wandered his was into an office saying S.T.A.R.S. He entered and saw that this was a tactical poice squad's room. EMpty and ransacked of all forms of ammunition as expected. He saw a large radio machine. Trabolt tried to adjust it to send a message for help to see if he could make an escape route. Unfortunately though it could only receive signals.
"Damn it!" Trabolt said, kicking the machine in frustration.
He looked around for anything useful and could find nothing. He swore and started to throw some files of police reports and things in the air in a desperate search for so much as a single bullet for his hanguns or uzis. With no luck he sat down on a chair and decided to take a break. The pressure of the events that are happening were getting to him.
"Damn it!" Trabolt said, kicking the machine in frustration.
He looked around for anything useful and could find nothing. He swore and started to throw some files of police reports and things in the air in a desperate search for so much as a single bullet for his hanguns or uzis. With no luck he sat down on a chair and decided to take a break. The pressure of the events that are happening were getting to him.
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Sarah woke up in the middle of the street, with a hurting head and a tired body. The shotgun she tried to grab before was now firmly in her hands. She used that Shotgun as support as she stood up. When Sarah was looking around, she saw that now the streets were abandonned. The sounds of death came from the streets beyond and they appeared to be closing in. Sarah now rushed to a nearby garage and checked for some sort of transportation. She was in luck. There stood a Motorcycle that was ready for transportation. The sound of dripping blood came from a room beyond. The dripping was followed by a growling sound. From the door came a rottweiler. It's skin seemed to be torn off, it's brains were showing and the vains in its head were pulsing the blood that was circulating. Sarah grabbed the shotgun and fired upon the dog. It didnt work. It was still coming closer to her, with its teeth showing and eyes ready to murder. Sarah now shot in ts head. Its brains were splattered on the wall and one of its followed aswell. Still the dog was walking. Sarah backed off, slowly started to run. She took her twinpistols and she started firing on the maniacal dog. It was no use. She turned around, to run away, but there stood about a dozen more dogs. The bike needed to be hotwired, but it would take to long.
Sarah woke up in the middle of the street, with a hurting head and a tired body. The shotgun she tried to grab before was now firmly in her hands. She used that Shotgun as support as she stood up. When Sarah was looking around, she saw that now the streets were abandonned. The sounds of death came from the streets beyond and they appeared to be closing in. Sarah now rushed to a nearby garage and checked for some sort of transportation. She was in luck. There stood a Motorcycle that was ready for transportation. The sound of dripping blood came from a room beyond. The dripping was followed by a growling sound. From the door came a rottweiler. It's skin seemed to be torn off, it's brains were showing and the vains in its head were pulsing the blood that was circulating. Sarah grabbed the shotgun and fired upon the dog. It didnt work. It was still coming closer to her, with its teeth showing and eyes ready to murder. Sarah now shot in ts head. Its brains were splattered on the wall and one of its followed aswell. Still the dog was walking. Sarah backed off, slowly started to run. She took her twinpistols and she started firing on the maniacal dog. It was no use. She turned around, to run away, but there stood about a dozen more dogs. The bike needed to be hotwired, but it would take to long.
Sarah started running towards the school. Several dogs came after her and others ran towards the school. Sarah shot down nearly every dog that came after her, but it was now to close for comfort. One dog jumped up at her and almost bite her, if it wasn't for the shotgun witch brutaly interupted its jump
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Pheonix followed the survivor's trail to a Police Station, it was barred with a large Iron gate, looking at the blood-stained plaque on the wall he could make out:
Raccoon City Police Department, S.T.A.R.S Headquarters.
'The elusive S.T.A.R.S team' Pheonix laughed, the mansion incident he had heard all about that. Pheonix opened the gate and slipped in side, he jogged up to the large wooden double doors reached for the handle and turned, the door creaked up and he slipped inside, the main hall was a large tiled room, surprisingly upper class for a Police Station, obviously Umbrella had been generous.
Pheonix saw three doors, one on either side of him and one further up behind the reception desk, he took the door closet to him on the right. As he reached for the handle he thought he saw something red up on the 2nd floor walkway, A women? he looked but she, it was gone. 'Don't let it get to you' he murmured. Pheonix passed into the next room. Took one look at it and sighed.
Raccoon City Police Department, S.T.A.R.S Headquarters.
'The elusive S.T.A.R.S team' Pheonix laughed, the mansion incident he had heard all about that. Pheonix opened the gate and slipped in side, he jogged up to the large wooden double doors reached for the handle and turned, the door creaked up and he slipped inside, the main hall was a large tiled room, surprisingly upper class for a Police Station, obviously Umbrella had been generous.
Pheonix saw three doors, one on either side of him and one further up behind the reception desk, he took the door closet to him on the right. As he reached for the handle he thought he saw something red up on the 2nd floor walkway, A women? he looked but she, it was gone. 'Don't let it get to you' he murmured. Pheonix passed into the next room. Took one look at it and sighed.
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"Theres gotta be some form of ammo lying around." Trabolt assured himelf. He got up and left the room. He wandered around the police station a little. All forms of zombies or people had been killed in one way or another. He had been wandering for ages when he discovered a box of shotgun shells were scattered underneath a chair in the corner of some form of waiting room. He pocketed them in case he found a shotgun or somebody with one. Well probably more luck of getting the shotgun alone as it seems nobody survived this. No known disturbances, no screams, no gunfire not even the patter of raindrops against a glass window. Just the continous wind carrying faint voices of things that looked human.
"God, theres gotta be something more around here!" Trabolt shouted not being able to stand the silence.
His shouts fell on no ears. He sighed not being able to stand the irritating silence. He really wished to have somebody help watch his back as looking over his shoulder constantly was being a pain. He went through another door and came to a room with a dead end. He decided he wasn't getting anything more after a search of this room to find nothing. He was really starting to get annoyed. He couldn't even find a map of the city to find Lex's home. He decided to go back to that room with the receive only machine. He was praying for a burst of static at the very least.
"God, theres gotta be something more around here!" Trabolt shouted not being able to stand the silence.
His shouts fell on no ears. He sighed not being able to stand the irritating silence. He really wished to have somebody help watch his back as looking over his shoulder constantly was being a pain. He went through another door and came to a room with a dead end. He decided he wasn't getting anything more after a search of this room to find nothing. He was really starting to get annoyed. He couldn't even find a map of the city to find Lex's home. He decided to go back to that room with the receive only machine. He was praying for a burst of static at the very least.
Blake could almost smile. The creature that came forth was none other than a zombie dog, which was stupid enough to bite his chains off. After that he managed to dispatch it with a handy Staff that was lying nearby. He then ran out. He gathered what he knew. There were a heck of a lot of zombies near the center of the city, and they all seemed to be muttering Genocide.... they must have been trying to whip out the human race... but how could they do that... unless they had gotten a hold of a powerful weapon... but what.
Blake explored around the city, killing any zombie that got in his way with his staff. He then entered a room, and noticed a man looking at some sort of machine.
"erm... hello?" He said when the man noticed him. The guy looked up in shock, but noticing that he wasn't a zombie, he relaxed.
"What are you doing here?" Blake asked.
Blake explored around the city, killing any zombie that got in his way with his staff. He then entered a room, and noticed a man looking at some sort of machine.
"erm... hello?" He said when the man noticed him. The guy looked up in shock, but noticing that he wasn't a zombie, he relaxed.
"What are you doing here?" Blake asked.
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"A glint of hope, nice to know somebody else still lives around here." Trabolt responded.
He looked at the newcomer to realise he was just a kid with a stick. How did he get around the place? Run or hold them back with the stick prehaps. In any case he was human.
"So who are you and mind explaining why your here?"
He looked at the newcomer to realise he was just a kid with a stick. How did he get around the place? Run or hold them back with the stick prehaps. In any case he was human.
"So who are you and mind explaining why your here?"
"I was sent here... What are you doing here... what's with the Radio?" Blake asked, looking at the machine the man was messing with.
Sarah stood now amidst the many rotting carcasses of Zombie hounds wich she created in the first place. Several shots in the brain made sure they were dead, in return emptying Sarahs shotguns ammo. She dropped the 12-gauge on the ground and Sarah returned to the garage where she hotwired the motorcycle and went on her way back home.
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"im here in search of a friend. Of course i had no idea about this whole place being a living graveyard. But im here in blind hope of some form of salvation. Of course im not getting it." Trabolt replied.
The kid seemed unusual as he shouldn't have made it anywhere the way he was. He was using a stick for christs sake!
"You able to fight those things out there? And how exactly do you get assigned to a place like this?" Trabolt enquired.
The kid seemed unusual as he shouldn't have made it anywhere the way he was. He was using a stick for christs sake!
"You able to fight those things out there? And how exactly do you get assigned to a place like this?" Trabolt enquired.
"It's my job." Blake said. "Still what's up with the radio, were you able to contact anyone... I think things have just gotten much worse."
Blake looked at the radio and realized it was recieve only. "Drat... I guess I could fix it up, if there is anything around here..." Blake noticed a TV and a set of tools hidden in the corner of the room. He then set to work on the radio, mostly ignoring the man's questions. After about a few minutes of tinkering, the TV flased to life.
"Whats this..." Blake said, staring at the screen. He was looking through what seemed to be a security camera. The first couple of clips showed a rather fearsome zombie attacking. Blake remembered that one. Apparently it was the one called genocide... then a few new clips started to show up. Blake couldn't make it out at first, it kinda looked like a bunch of zombies were tinkering at something. It took a few minutes for him to relize what it was.
"Oh my god! We need to get everyone that is still alive out of here now!"
He was swamped with much more of the man's questions.
"WHAT IS IT?!?!?!" He finally asked.
Blake looked at him darkly.
"A chemical bomb."
Blake looked at the radio and realized it was recieve only. "Drat... I guess I could fix it up, if there is anything around here..." Blake noticed a TV and a set of tools hidden in the corner of the room. He then set to work on the radio, mostly ignoring the man's questions. After about a few minutes of tinkering, the TV flased to life.
"Whats this..." Blake said, staring at the screen. He was looking through what seemed to be a security camera. The first couple of clips showed a rather fearsome zombie attacking. Blake remembered that one. Apparently it was the one called genocide... then a few new clips started to show up. Blake couldn't make it out at first, it kinda looked like a bunch of zombies were tinkering at something. It took a few minutes for him to relize what it was.
"Oh my god! We need to get everyone that is still alive out of here now!"
He was swamped with much more of the man's questions.
"WHAT IS IT?!?!?!" He finally asked.
Blake looked at him darkly.
"A chemical bomb."
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Sarah now stood amidst the rubble she once called a home. Some time ago, her home seemed to have exploded. Some of her memorabilia was still on the ground, untouched but dirty as hell. The only thing she could use, that was untouched was the fridge. "O great ...... no power." Everything inside must be rotten by now .... that was her conclusion and it wasnt to far off either .....
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"A chemical bomb! Shit!" Trabolt shouted back.
He looked at the fuzzyiness of the screen and could see a large cylinder shaped object. It was much larger than the things that seem to battering it. Stupiid things were gonna kill us all.
"Let's split!" Trabolt shouted kicking open the door not considering opening it manually.
He looked at the fuzzyiness of the screen and could see a large cylinder shaped object. It was much larger than the things that seem to battering it. Stupiid things were gonna kill us all.
"Let's split!" Trabolt shouted kicking open the door not considering opening it manually.
Leonard slowly approached the kitchen door and aimed his handgun down towards the bottom of the door. He then opened fire and kept shooting until he ran out of bullets.
Leonard then reloaded his gun and kicked open the door, quickly searching the room for the dog creatures, but instead found the old woman groaning and bleeding from her knees all over the kitchen floor. The old woman still had the two dogs hanging on to her as she attempted to get back up but instead tried to crawl towards him.
Leonard, overcoming his suprise that the old crone still had the strength to crawl towards him, shot her in the head. He then shot the two dogs both in the head.
He soon figured there must have been someone else living with this old woman besides the dogs. He quickly looked around both the kitchen and the living room, but there was no one else there.
The other one was either out of the house or up the stairs, but if the guy he came in here with couldn't take care of one of these creatures, he didn't deserve to live.
Annoyed at not finding the voice on the radio and in no mood for any more suprises, Leonard left the house and went back to the school.
Leonard then reloaded his gun and kicked open the door, quickly searching the room for the dog creatures, but instead found the old woman groaning and bleeding from her knees all over the kitchen floor. The old woman still had the two dogs hanging on to her as she attempted to get back up but instead tried to crawl towards him.
Leonard, overcoming his suprise that the old crone still had the strength to crawl towards him, shot her in the head. He then shot the two dogs both in the head.
He soon figured there must have been someone else living with this old woman besides the dogs. He quickly looked around both the kitchen and the living room, but there was no one else there.
The other one was either out of the house or up the stairs, but if the guy he came in here with couldn't take care of one of these creatures, he didn't deserve to live.
Annoyed at not finding the voice on the radio and in no mood for any more suprises, Leonard left the house and went back to the school.
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