BIOHAZARD NIGHTMARE


The nightmare began in the late seventies. Spencer, a wealthy, albeit slightly insane aristocrat and his close group of friends began a pharmeceutical company known as Umbrella Incorporated. Though this was but a mere facade for their true work. Using the brilliant mind of his friend , Dr. Marcus, Spencer funded the creation of a new kind of viral weapon. The T-Virus. A strain of infection capable of creating powerful bioweaponry to be used for the highest bidder. Able to augment and strengthen cells to some degree, this virus was to be the ultimate weapon. And its base component, was the simplest DNA they could find. The DNA of something that craved blood. A common leech. This was where the first mistake began the nightmare. Late in the evening, Dr. Marcus was shot and killed, weeks from perfecting his beloved virus. His assassin, William Birkin, and Albert Wesker. Marcus brightest students, smiling over his corpse. In his death throes, Dr. Marcus knocked over the isolation tank holding his vuris enhanced Leeches, giving him new life in their hunger. Vengeance on the new creature mind, it unleashed the Virus into the night of the Arklay Mountain forest district.

Days passed, and the virus spread. People, animals, plants, nothing was immune to the virus effects. And in the center of it was the mutant Marcus. Those infected by the virus went on horrible killing sprees, devouring the flesh of the living with an endless hunger. Enter the S.T.A.R.S , and elite group of paramilitary operatives sent in to investigate a bizarre set of murders in the Arklay forests, ignorant of what truly was happening. Bravo team were the first to experience the horror. To date, only one member of Bravo team survived the nightmare. Rebecca Chambers, a field medic. At her side, an ex lieutentant William Coen. Sought for murders he did not commit, Billy was caught in the middle of the nightmare with Rebecca, the both of them barely escaping death in tact. Billy retreating southbound, and Rebecca, looking for her teammates in the mansion of Oswald Spencer.

The night after Bravo team was sent in, S.T.A.R.S Alpha group, headed by Albert Wesker, was sent in to investigate as Bravo team never reported back. Stumbling into the mansion, Alpha team was confronted by the horrors that had befallen Bravo team the night before. Barely making it out with their lives, Jill Valentine, Chris Refield, Barry Burton, and Rebecca Chambers made it to the safety of Racoon city. Though the Mansion was destroyed in their wake, it was only a matter of time before the Virus made its way to civilization. Apparently, Umbrella wasnt satisfied with the atrocities of the T Virus, a second, more volatile mix known simply as G was being concocted by Willian Birkin. G Virus to would experience an accident born of treason. Umbrella Mercenaries attacked Dr. Birkin and stole his precious virus, but not before he infected himself with it. By this time only Jill Valentine remained in the city, just long enough to experience the horror once more. Along with two others. A rookie cop named Leon Kennedy, and Chris Redfields younger sister, Claire. Though never meeting, they all experienced the same terror. Taking with them nothing more than a new resolve to stop Umbrella, and a little girl named Sherry, the survivors pushed on. Incidents like that within Racoon continued for years. Most of them in small places. But as time passes, patience fades. The year is 2530. Four years have passed since the Michaelangelo City incident where Umbrella was first publicly exposed to the world.

Umbrella has managed to cover their tracks till now. A viral outbreak has struck New York city, and though only in the first stages, both the T and G virus strains are wreaking havoc on the cities outskirts. Bizarre murder cases have been reported to police officials and many investigators have disappeared. Fearing for their lives, most of the people have either left the city or barricaded themsevles in their homes to avoid what has been reported as a satanic, cannibalistic cult. In the midst of this insanity your own desperate bid for survival has begun. In a hospital lobby, a halfway safehouse between places the daring still wish to travel to, is where your nightmare begins. Moans can be heard in the distance, though the streets seem clear save for a few people rushing to and fro, danger is closer than any can see.
The door to safety is closed....


Sliding his hand along the revolver, William Coen closed the weapons up and cocked the hammer back. A year ago this same shit had happened and if not for an unlikely partner he would have been dog food in that damned forest. Hissing under his breath he looked through the lobby doors, the bulletproof plexiglass barred with spotwelded pipes of steel. Placing the revolver in its holser, the ex lieutenant peered out into the streets. Mere days before it had been a bustling place, a place a convict like himself could hide. Though innocent as he was, his ex army buddies blamed him for the massacre in africa to avoid taking responsibility for their own mistakes. Leaning against the steel bars he ran a leather gloved hand through his deep brown nearly shoulder length hair. If he made it out of this nightmare, Billy swore to god he would move to canada or something, any place far away from where Umbrella could reach.

Down an abandoned street a revving could be heard and soon it was gradually getting louder until a car bounded round the corner headlights out going down the road at record speed.

Inside the car sitting in the front passenger seat was someone who could barely move and still loosing blood from his severe injuries, his eyes wondered over to his friend steering the vehicle down the ghost road, "I..f..get." A hand gripped his shoulder causing him to stop his half-hearted attempt at a sentence, "Save your breath, you've had worse" said his companoin as he put his hand back on hte gear stick and shifted it up as he pushed his foot down on the peddle going faster it was then something bounced off the hood followed by some others that rolled over the roof sliding off the back of the car rebounding off the turmac before coming to halt but the driver caringlessly speed off as he turned the mirror in front of them to see the fiqures pop back up off the road. Fucking things were everywhere, infact if not for them his friend wouldn't be dieing right now but he couldn't say that. He had never had worse, never as worse as this. If anyone else was to look at him right nwo they'd probaly puke fom the mess he was in, but despite the fact he had suspisions that his freind wasn't being deluded he just couldn't say it. The finality of bringing it into the open............

The car continued to speed down the wet tarmac as it had begun to rain, the water droplets pelting off the cars roof cusing the window wipers to come to life they're movements from side to side almost soothing in some way. He couldn't take the silence anymore even as soothing as the sound in front of him was and as he still went he clicked the radio in a knowingly futile bid to get some sort of sound, "The radios down, you'd think incase of emergency someone would still consider to provide the public with somethig to listen to" came the bland joke as he couldn't get anything, "It's just in site, I'll stick you together in a minute" said the driver as he ploughed through a metal fence in front of him to get in the hospital instead of driving round following the road.

The car came to a halt skidding round but perfectly in control, the driver kicked his door open and got out the water bouncing off his jacket as he slammed the door shut with black gloves and jumping over the bonnet before ripping the passenger door open, "OK we're......"

The head of the man sitting in the passenger seat slowly flopped down over his shoulder causing his body to lean out to that side as his head left the car and he was held in place with the cars safety belt, everying seemed to stop for a minute except the rain as it splashed off the dead mans forehead and started to run down his face carrying with it the blood from cashes in his hair. The man standing kind of moved and then stopped as if to do soemthing but he couldn't make his mind up, eventaully he just walked to the backseat and took out a gunbelt throwing it over his shoulder but stoped again. He'd want to be finished off, he wouldn't want to turn into one of them, he'd seen it when this thing started. He couldn't tell what it was but people that died had started to move again, the only way to put them down so far was to pop them in the head. Normally he wouldn't have much of a problem with this but he was having a hard time trying to get himself to shot his friend in the face.

He moved his right hand to his back pocket and tok out a knife, with a quick flick of his hand and then gripping the catach it was out and he slowly cut the belt round his friend, when it was done his body fell straight out the car door onto the front parking lot of the hospital as he dropped soemthing else with him. He bent down and pushed his friend over picking up the shotgun that belonged to him, he cocked it back readying the last shell in it and pointed the end of the barrel at his friends unmoving face, his finger trembled slightly on the trigger before he pulled it blowing his old pals skulls contents over the ground.

As he turned after this act one of the fucked up ones in his opinion was nearly on him, he hadn't noticed from the pointing the 12 gauge shotgun at the ground and pretty much trying to keep himself together but he wasn't going to take it, he fipped the gun round and hit the thing to hte ground with one swing against it's head before constinueing to beat down in a rage spilling the contents of a second skull to hte ground but the shotgun was fucked up now, he's cracked it against the ground one too many times in his rage, he had no bullets for it anyway so he threw it aside as he reached back into hte back of the car to pull out a metal baseball bat, he'd have to go into the hospital being that was nothing else around, the car was out of petrol and there was nothing else in it.

He strapped the gunbelt round himself as he got the doors and took out a small box container about the size of a tobacco box but slimmer and opened it taking out some pins before jimmying the lock and going inside...............

Shrieks and screams echoed through his ears as he ran against the mass exodus of panicked civilians. Young teenagers rammed past his shoulders as he fought against the tidal wave. He cursed at their stupidity, it was useless to run in such a larger pack, they made perfect drive through meals. He dodged through the pack of crazed people long enough to catch sight of a local convience store.

"Perfect." He whispered to himself as he looked around as the last of the screaming mob disappeared around the corner. He sprinted across the glass covered pavement covered in blood and debris. Fires errupted from haphazard locations, usually from apartment buildings above the local stores.

The lights buzzed and flickered erradically as he carefully stepped through the shattered window. His keen eyes kept a sharp lookout for any medicine left in the pharmacy in the back. He came across a set of lighters strewn across the floor and picked up an onyx coloured one with a metallic design painted on it.

"Eh, what's this, looks useful." He pocketed the lighter and continued down the eerie aisles. He pulled out his military issued 9mm that he'd kept when he told his superiors to sit on it and rotate after the outbreak.

A creak faintly echoed off the wall and he froze like a mountain lion in mid step. Cautiously he slowly flicked off the safety of his weapon as he drew it out. He snapped around and had his gun trained on a rat. With a sigh he wiped his brow then a loud ragged roar ripped throug his soul as he jumped forward as an incredibly decomposed body came crashing through the aisle. He took aim with his gun and squeezed the trigger once, and caught it just below the chin, entering the throat and bursting out the back of the thing's neck, along with a fair amount of its spinal cord. It collapsed and he holstered his weapon.

At that another walking corpse came forth, this one had entered the building with another few in search of food. He didn't have enough bullets to kill them all and have enough to survive. He looked around quickly as they dragged their rotten flesh towards him in a slow stagger. He caught a glimpse of an aerosal can used for killing bugs and had an idea. "Say awe..." He smirked as he flicked open the lighter beneath the can of chemicals and pressed down on the nozzle.

A jetstream of flame errupted forth from the can that consumed the first zombie and quickly spread the others around it. Taking advantage of the distraction he pocketed the lighter again and threw another three cans of spray paint into his backpack before tactfully retreating. He looked around and realized the nearest hospital was a few blocks away, and if his memory served him, he could get there in twenty minutes if he kept the main streets. It would have plenty of meds in case he had to patch himself up and with that he took off leaving the zombies to immolate to ash.

Seeing the new arrival walk inside the hospital, Billy raised his gun and cocked the hammer back. Those things were gathering outside and there didnt seem to be anymore police outside so help wouldnt be coming. How he got himself into these messes Billy would never know. Moving to the back of the lobby he fished around behind the clerks empty desk for a set of keys to the hospital. He was determined not to die in this of all places.

Meanwhile.

Crimson light spilled across the cold metal floor, casting a dancing shadow of the boy who stood in its center, strips of torn leather wrapped around his small form. A malevolant light seem to emanate from his sea green eyes for a moment, then again it could have been the glint from the lights turning on. "Mother, you called?"

"Yes, your unique talents will be needed to handle the New York outbreak. Do not fail me as your brother did before." Came a mettalic groan from the darkness beyond the platform the boy stood on. The wet sound of fresh meat tearing and sliding across itself was all that remained in the room when the voice faded. As the lights dimmed the boy walked away with a cruel smile across his pale features. It was time to play.

Eva Knowls was visiting the hospitial to check on her grandmother. Last nigth her grandmother was attacked by a rapbid man... When she called this morning the doctors say her condiction was getting worse very quickly and that she might not make it.

As she stepped out of the elevator she looked at a wall mounted T.V. displaying the news. More stuff about bizarre murder cases and investigators disappearances. More people leaving the city or barricading themsevles in their homes to avoid what has been reported as a satanic, cannibalistic cult. This was another reason Eva was here; to get her grandmother away from all this. She just hopes the traffic won't be too bad with all these scared people fleeing New York.

Eva looked at her notepad to see which way to go to get to her grandmothers room. A flatliner could be heard in the rooms direction. Then a doctor rushed out of one room into to the other room... followed by a loud scream. Eva walked towards the room hastly but paused for a momment when the the sound of struggling could be heard as well. A loud crash and a moan came from the room. Eva opened the door and could not believe what she saw.

She felt like time slowed down when she opend the door. The blood covering the floor seemed so unreal. The doctor laying on the floor still twicthing with a look of fear in his eyes. The figure crouched above him, blood dripping from its lips and blood spalltered face, a familluar face... that seemed so alien at the momment. Then there eyes locked and the door closed itself.

OOC[Gotta go. I'll finish the rest latter. Or maybe one of you could intervien.]OOC

Hearing the screams Billy rushed into the stairwell and took them three at a time, his magnum revolver in hand and ready to fire as he shouldered the access door and skidded across the hall, bracing himself as he pressed against the wall with his feet already carrying him away from it. A nurse was frantically scrambling away from an open door and a familiar moan followed her. Pressing his back to the wall and pivoting his right foot, Billy spun and crouched gun held ready and ending up pointing the weapon at the back of a young womans kneecap. Frowning slightly he grabbed her leg and pushed it to the side forcing her body to move as well. It all happened so fast that he barely had time to register it. The elderly womans pale skin stained with blood. the doctor laying the ground clutching his wounded throat. And those cold ice blue eyes that signalled one of the undead. Two powerful booms echoed through the halls as the 357. Magnum kicked, one bullet blowing out the womans neck and the other punching through her skull and collapsing it effectively killing the elderly zombie.



Ammo: 18 - 2 = 16 remaining rounds

Slade heard the screams and kicked through a hallway pair of double doors and skidded round a corner just passed a downed nurse, "Damn it, stupid medical care, the city is almost emptied from people trying to escape and you have the skeleton crew refusng to leave because there are still patients coming in, most of which are gonna turn and kill them eventually....."

Billy holstered the gun as a man abruptly stopped near the room door with the dead elderly women in it, he was of fair height and decent build, sporting a thick pair of blue jeans and a tough jacket that looked suitably worn in, a pair of black boots grazed the ground as he walked and Billy noticed the revolver and slim but metal baseball bat in his hand.

Slade walked past Billy and stepped over the elderly but this time defintiely dead lady to the doctor on the floor, he tightened his grip on the bat and raised it up when the nurse in the hall who had been knocked over came in, she went to stop him but Billy grabbed her to hold her back. He knew the man was too badly injured to survive and if left alone would just up and attack everyone else, better to put him out his misery now and be done with it.

OOC: Don't know what the hells up but half my post dissappeared, anyway here's a new second half.

IC:
The bat raised suitably above Slades head he would have swung already but looking at the downed doc he could see his friends shattered head out in the parking lot and froze as to what would to him normally be just another man going to the grave. He just couldn't swing seeing his friends body lying there until the Nurse screamed out and snapped him out of it and the bat swurved round coming down colliding with the side of the docs head snapping it to a direct right angle as the neck broke.

As Slade heard the crack of the neck he heard a shotgun blast go off inside his head, he dropped the bat and fell down into a chair....he slowly reached into his jacket and took out a smoke and lighter and light ciggerate taking a breath..........

OOC: Tyde the hospital is suposed to be a safe zone right now, so after these zombies you dumped on us suitably disposed of don't cause anymore panicks ok?

OOC[For the record Eva is not a nurse.]OOC

Eva stood there in shock pondering whats going on as one man beat the doctor with a baseball bat. Then she broke free of the man holding her... this one killed her grandmother for chrits sake. But then again... was that really her grandmother... she had so many questions...

"Why did you kill my grandmother you bastard!" Eva cried making to hit Billy but he caught her hands and restrained her.

"She was already dead." Billy started to explaine

"What are you talking about?!" Eva said still struggling.

"Damnit." Slade said breaking Eva's train of thought. "This whole floor must be filled with injuried people of this... disease."

Many flatlines could be heard now along with doctors and nurses going to investigate.

"Whats going?" Someone could be heard saying

"I heard gunshots! Call the cops." Another said.

"But the patients.... hey... whos... that... you need help? AARRRGGGHHH"

"We got to get outta hear." Slade said hearing more screams and moans filled the floor.

Slade didn't know what this thing was, all he knew was that people injured or scratced by these things turned into what he could only think to call them as Zombies, it seemed to be spread like a disease and apart from that which Slade had observed he didn't know anything else, apart from one thing. If they didn't kill the anyone injured by these things in the hospital right now they'd be in shit........

He took a draw from his smoke before dropping it and gave a last look like to the doc on the floor. Those fucks were teh cause of his death, just like the cause of his death along with his friend. They got his best and only real friend killed, they wouldn't away with it......

Slade picked up the bat Adrenaline pumping through his veins, he was going to put any of these fucks in the hospital out of they're misery. They'd all pay "Anyone here have a problem with killing these poor bastards, cause if you do. You shouldn't be here" Slade looked at Billy as his grip on the bat tightened, "Your the not the usual pocky joe, and if I had to guess you were the one that put grandma to rest, any chance you could fill us in and give a hand?"

Ed Wolf moved like the surname he was born with through the hospital corridors. Near the entrance he'd found a piece of a shattered glass that looked much like a boomerang. He turned the corner and ducked under an undead arm swipe. He backflipped, kicking the zombie with his feet as he put some distance between them and then upon standing up flung the large piece of curved glass.

The zombie's head remained together for a few moments before each side split and fell off to opposing sides. "Damn," Eddie said to himself. "Guess I should've stayed on the baseball team." He turned and saw the eerie looking shadows of a few more zombies.

Eddie's eyes saw some surgical equipment and a dark grin spread across his mouth as he jumped through the broken window and began to set up his booby trap.

Ten Minutes Later

A group of zombies smelt what might have been a potential meal down the corridor. Their minds had no concept of the fact that they were walking into a death trap. The floor was coated in less then fire friendly narcotics. With the sound of the opening and shutting of the cap of the lighter they grew more anxious and passed quickly by two plugged in sugrical saws.

Then suddenly the power was shunted on. The zombies' eyes squinted and ears roared as the two saws began to bounce around, cutting the feet from under the undead monstrocities and continued to be lacerated by the giddy blades. At that moment Eddie walked out with his lighter. He never was a smoker, couldn't stand the smoke. The zombies' mouths began to drool as he bent down to their level only a few feet away and flicked the lighter on.

"Might want to see what's lying open behind you..." He lit the ground and quickly took off down an opposing hallway. The floor errupted in flames as many of the zombies once more caught ablaze. Those that had followed the initial group stopped before they reached the blaze, however there was a thin line of fire that seemed to be following a concentrated wick made from surgical wire soaked in the very same chemicals run up into a Nitrogen container.

Eddie stopped running when he felt the ground shake. "About two dozen down, another few hundred to go..."

Somewhere Secretive.. the area is too dark for anyone to see what anyone else is doing.
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"Commander, we have word of another outbreak"

"Excelent.. This will be a good test for the new TEDDY unit.."

"But it's not fully armored yet.. and the handheld unit isn't compleated yet"

"I beleave the secondary weapon system is installed.. that should be more than enough to handle most threats..."

"Yes commander.. We'll get Teddy ready"

"One more thing, Simmons?"

"Yes commander"

"Find the damn janitor? I know it's his lunchbreak.. but I need someone to come in here and change the goddam lightbulb.. it burned out again"

"Yessir"

Nearby, Officer Simmons left his office and entered the testing wing, finding the Teddy's bay and the Technician currently in charge "The commander wants Teddy suited up and ready for action.. theres an outbreak and The higher ups thing this would be a good time for a feild test.."

"Yes sir" The tech saluted, then ran a last minute diagnostis program while telling those under his charge to get things ready.

Simmons took alook at the TEDDY unit.. and cringed "Don't tell me your seriousd about sending it into battle wearing that teddybear outfit"

"Sorry Sir, marketing says it'll be good for public relations if it's first appearance to the masses is wrapped up in a posative looking package"

"Very well" Simmons sighed, then left to go find the janitor.
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"We dont have the time or ammo to take these things on. C'mon, I fished some keys outta a nurses jacket. Lets use the basement acess keys to get outta here." Said Billyas he grabbed the girls arm and forced her out to the hallway before motioning for the other man to follow. The elevator was down the hall and around a corner, near the terminal illness ward. If they could get passed there without dealing with these creatures they might be able to fight out of the basement parking acess and into the main street. Once there all they had to do was run, hopefully to the police station. Checking his gun once more, Billy started cautiously down the hall.


Atop the roof.

The boy clad in the strange leather bindings smiled down into the streets. His blonde hair swayed slightly in a nonexistant wind as several carrier in the street burst into flames,leaving trails of rotten smoked flesh behind. "Hee hee hee, mother will be pleased when I clean this outbreak up." Snapping his fingers the roof access doors opened and a pair of wiry flesh stripped monstrosities skulked out. They had no eyes and the prominent facial feature was a long dripping tongue that dragged across the gravel rooftop. "You know what to do." The boy said in a lighthearted, almost amused voice.

A lone figure was spotted running away from car crash, the camoflaged truck had turned over when a group of..... something got in the middle of the road, forcing the driver to turn sharply, fortunately for h9im...... if you could call getting thrown from the back of a truck and falling ontop of a parked car fortunate, he managed to survive the crash, but unfortunately all he was left with was his medic bag and a magnum revolver.... the weapons store of there group was stuck in the back of the truck which was now on fire. Out of the 7 people in the truck, he only saw one other survive the initial crash, but he was unsure if those.... things got him or not because those things had created a wall between them and he couldn't see him.

His name was Ryan Sterling, him and his team were sent into the city to investigate whatever happened here and report back.... unfortunately there radio was also in the truck. He started running, not planning on stopping until he found a place where he hoped to meet up with somebody who didnt seem to be one of those things, hopefully the police or someone with the knowledge of what those FUBARed things are.

He kept running until one of those things nearly got him, he then jumped onto the hood of a car and jumped onto the other side, when he looked at the building he was infront of, he noticed it to be a hospital, he quickly moved to the enterance and went inside, then he could hear screams coming from one of the upper floors. "What the hells going on in this damn city?" He said as he pulled his side arm from its holster and looked around as he slowly make his way to the enterance to the stairs, but stopped a few feet short of it, incase whatever was causing all the screaming happened to come through the door to the stairs.

OOC: Time to add a bit of fun to this RPG

IC: As the elevator stopped at the basement lot entrance Billy spotted the security office and kicked the door in, a grin spreading across his features as he spotted what he wanted. A shock buster. The weapon was no longer than ones forearm but it was the side of nearly half his torso. Hefting the weapon up, Billy checked the ammo and it registered 30 shots. flipping the safety off, he stepped back into the parking lot and looked around.


OOC: Ok guys, Ammo is being lifted slightly. I am introducing new age weapons and more such. Have a bit of fun the next few posts and stock up. We're gonna meet the Arabasques.

As Ryan neared the stairway, he looked across the hall and noticed the elevator was now in the basement.... meaning someone was trying to escape this place since he doubted those things were smart enough to use the elevator, he opened the stairway door and headed down to the basement, which didn't take long as he was on ground level to start with.

As he opened the stairway exit door he looked around and noticed a group of.... normal people for once inside what must have been the office for the hospitals security force. He pondered for a few seconds before finally walking towards them.

Holstering his side arm as he approached, he spoke up but not yelling as he simply stated what was on his mind at the time and hoped one of these people had answers for him. "Hello, can anyone tell me what the hell's going on in this city, and what the fuck those things are?" Sure he was blunt and to the point, buthe figured that was the best way, considering that funky weapon one of them was holding.

Slade followed Billy into the security office iqnoring whoever the person was, finding someone else that was normal was all well and good but he wanted something more extra than just the revolver, Billy had already claimed the shock buster gun but any good security gaurd woul have a back up weapon or at least something he had confiscated from someone.

He began to loook around until he felt under the security desk. Jackpot, he took the weapon out and it was shotgun, but it was a FU pumpaction. FU's were about as respectable shotguns as you got, the FU standing for Full Utilities due to it's multi-task abilties of taking all shell forms and even grenade launcher type ammo from explosive to gas canisters. It's tried and true design made it reliable, along with better construction it wouldn't break on him like the one he'd defended himself with outside the front hospital. With eight shell capacity you didn't often have to worry about reloading too often.

The criminal looked down he sites and jacked it back before looking back under the desk and finding a carry case and some ammo for it along with two grenade shells, not bad but he put it down on the desk and kept looking.

He pulled open a cupboard and found a custom sawnoff, the two barrels dropped s he looked through'em checking them out, his hand flicked and the barrels came up locking onto an identical coloured black hand grip, there wasn't any ammo but he could split the shotgun shells he had for the pump-action as he had 30 in all and the two grenade shells. Another holster was a nice touch aswell. Slade slung the pump action on his back in it's case and put the ammo on the belt going across his chest and put his jacket on over it, he strapped the other holster to his side and tied the end to his leg before taking two shells from the belt over his chest in the open jacket. The sawnoff flipped open and he popped them in before flicking it shut and putting it in the holster at his side.

Slade picked up the bat and walked out the security office, "I fell better now....."

The guy Slade had heard call out was up to them now, "Sorry for the iqnorance but as for your question I don't know what the hell those things are, all I know I what I seen. Anytime one gets you injured, scratched, biten or even killed you turn into one of them, I think it's some kind of disease but thats just a guess on my part. However I recommend you turn over he security station and try to find yourself a weapon and then i'm gonna ask him if he can tell us anything cause I don't think he's the average joe" said the shotgun wielding maniac as he pointed to Billy.

Eddie walked through the corridors and stopped after coming to an elevator, he pressed the button and started to wait but he eventually got the point the elevator was stuck somewhere and he ahd to admit he wasn't surpised. Some of those must have gotten in and messed the thing up somewhere, stil there should be another round her on the basement floor somewhere.

He turned round and checked everywhere around him not wanting to be jumped by one of those things and walked some corridors before turning left in one. He tried a few doors but they were locked......

All four people stopped moving or talking, they just heard something and they didn't know what the fuck it was and that was a very bad thing when everyone in the citystarts trying to kill and each other.

Eddie tried another door but this one was locked too, he half expected the next door to be locked asell when he pushed against it and fell through as it swung wide open on it's hinges. All at once he saw a group of people pul guns on him, One a revolver another a sawn off aswell as a revolver from two side holsters and some guy holding a freaky kind of fucker on his arm, ll at once he eard them all get cocked back, the pins ready to strike forward on the bullets, "uuhh.....Top of the morning to ya gentlemen"