Apocalypse Is Dawning

"Motherfucker Zombie shredded your uniform." Morrison said. "HQ isn't responding chances are that it's been lost." The red headed man who asked the question remained silent. He started walking out the building. "What your not planning on going back are you?" He asked his partner. "It's suicide." The redhead ignored his words of warning and continued walking. Time went on and he finally got back to the Headquarters. Well it was more like an open office where they kept supplies. He opened the cache and looked in it. "Seems like they took the weapons. They must have seen the onslaught coming and took what they could. Lucky for you they left a uniform, even though it is an old model. The red head groaned and grabbed the uniform. Morrison's partner pointed to the door, and Morrison knew what it meant. He was being told watch while he let his guard down to change.

The old Uniform fit a bit tightly once he finally got it on. The red head looked into the mirror into his own green eyes, his narrow face with a squared jaw. His eyes opened wide as he turned drawing the knife at his side. When he turned he came to realize that the zombie he seen in the mirror was just his mind playing games. Then there was a loud explosion from across the street. The force shook the ground to where he lost his balance. Taking a step back to balance himself he tripped on his shredded uniform and hit his head on the cache. An hour had passed and his mind started urging him to get up. He thought he heard groaning by the door. As his eyes opened he realized that there was zombie by the door.

Morrison lay there in the street dead, and would obviously be turned in a short time. He didn't know where he was or who he was, but when he tried to move he couldn't lift his let arm. He was pinned down by something, he tried to reach for the gun at his right side but it was too far of a reach. His mind was screaming "Get the gun get the gun and shoot the head." Curse his arm for being too short. His right hand caught onto something. Out of instinct he threw it hitting the zombie in the chest, the knife handle sticking out. His mind told him that it was too late and he was going to die.

He shook his head. "Just pinned, form the explosion across the street." There was a bit of pain in his arm but nothing A member of STARS couldn't handle. He tried to move gain only to find he couldn't under the weight of the object. "So what exactly are you going to do? Shoot me to make sure I can't turn? If your not I suggest you help me out of this thing so I can help you live." His voice was harsh and blunt, his green eyes looking up at her. "And grab my knife while your at it."

Zombies groaned as they approached the doorway, the three former girls moving to kill their former friend and downed officer. The two turned and the girl stood frozen, unable to lift the now heavy gun at her side, the officer scrambling for the pistol he had on the ground. The hollow points whistled as they moved through the air, the first two heads exploding almost simultaneously, the third a second later. He moved forward when he was sure that the street was clear for a bit. "Get him up and we need to keep moving. standing still is asking to die. Let's go."

He popped out the magazine, sliding three more bullets into it, and then back into the butt. Examing his new counterparts, he readjusted the hiking backpack on his back into a slightly more comfortable position. "Let's go! We don't have time to wait! If we don't go now we won't get out of the city in time!"

Naomi hid up in her room with her gun and knife, trying to calm down after seeing her parents and brother dead in the living room. She heard footsteps coming from downstairs, which she found odd. She opened the door a crack to see who was there, and what she saw horrified her. It was her brother, walking even though he was dead. She closed the door quickly and jumped out her bedroom window and saw the streets full of the walking dead. Mostly grotesque corpses that were mutilated beyond recognition were walking, while all she had were a few scars she had asked her boss to inflict while she was working her way up the modeling ladder, so there was no way she could pretend she was one of them to get around. She heard voices from a nearby alleyway, so she decided to head in that direction since voices usually meant life.

Lt. Thorn looked down the street, a red beam determining where he was pointing his weapon as he walked through the infected infested streets of racoon city, he crouched silently into an alley, watching three ghouls chasing after a pedestrian, he shouldered his state of the art weapon and squeezed the trigger three times, the silent cough of the weapon was drowned out by the chaos of the streets, the three ghouls dropped silently and the rest lumbered past the silver haired Adrian, not paying the hidden Special forces soldier any heed. This all started as a damn rescue mission or something of the sorts, he was supposed to retrieve one girl, but that was much too hard, and he had been separated from the squad.

Adrian Blinked, peering at the device mounted on his wrist, a black glove with small keys in the palm, it was his omni tool, and had saved his life in the past, looking at the schematics of the city he quickly pulled his sleeve over the LED screen and moved on. His entire outfit was a smartsuit, though most of it was damaged, His silver hair was covered by a bandanna and his sleek facial features covered with a half-face Balaclava, kind of giving him an armored ninja look as he snuck through the city, he had plenty of ammo for his weapon, and there was said to be a UB heli flying over the city with more ammo. The figure was broken up by urban camo, practically invisible except for the large red and white Umbrella logo on the back of his Kevlar vest and shoulder pad, with his back to the wall, the ghouls still failed to see him.

Adrian saved a few more pedestrians down the block, they were cowering away from a hoard of advancing ghouls and everything, Adrian held out his arm and began to tap his fingers to his wrist, a nearby security camera set off an alarm, diverting the creatures, He had full access to the city's security at this point, it also distracted more ghouls ad he walked past a large apartment building, his weapon up on his shoulder and prepared to fire. So far he had been unnoticed to all but a few ghouls, which saved him a lot of ammo compared to the idiots running around with desert eagles, though at least they were a good distraction. As Adrian walked into the streetlights his form was uncovered. He was wearing a black bandanna with trailing cloth and the standard issue Umbrella Special forces armored vest, he had long ditched his gas mask when a dog ripped it off at the beginning f his mission

His form was slim, it blended well with the environment, even the armored vest and sleeves he wore were only titan model, designed for scouting for mercenaries, zombies had a hard time biting through the materials that made the armor. He was wearing urban camo battle fatigues on his legs and dark combat boots on his feet, The balaclava covering his shoulders, neck and lower face did nothing to protect him, but it concealed his form from ghouls, he had his platinum blond hair tucked into his bandanna and jacket, since it would give him away really fast., Walking rather quickly Adrian turned off his laser sight, unknowing of the ghoul following him, being just as silent as if it was stalking it's prey

Adrian crouched, vanishing into a pile of debris as his undead attacker grew close, pulling up his sleeve to check security feeds. "Best of wireless tech and hacking my ass, The higher-ups are tightwads" He growled, looking at the feed the cameras were getting, he noticed a few heavily armed targets, One STARS member, two civilians by their dress, they all had guns and noisy ones at that, they were also nearby, He couldn't help but wonder if any were infected, he would have to remove them himself.

"1....2....3..."

Victor quietly slipped out of the top floor of an apartment building hopping onto the fire escape. The groans and moans of the zombies rang throughout the city. He thought the apartment building would be his safest bet but he heard more and more zombies filling the place by the minute. It wasn't safe anymore. It was time to find another place to hide in until daybreak. Running around the streets in the night while zombies were rampaging wasn't the smartest thing to do but as of now it was much safer than in that cheap ass apartment.

He had to rush out quickly and didn't have much time to organize himself. Victor was holding his katana in his mouth by the handle, a half zipped bag on his back that held a few of his supplies, and he was still strapping on the holsters for his two favorite guns. He finally finished, looking down below him there weren't any zombies in sight. It took him a few more moments to get down the escape. He sighed taking off his bag quickly and zipping it up, he didn't want anything getting away from him. As he slung his bag over his shoulder he noticed a man walking by but he wasn't alone. From what he saw there was one of those creatures stalking after him and he didn't notice.

He was currently wearing a tight black stretch t-shirt, a pair of snug fitting black pants that dragged on the ground, and a pair of black boots. Clothes like the ones he was wearing allowed him to move much, much more faster than baggy clothes. Victor quickly yet quietly unsheathed his blade, quickly following behind the zombie and the man. Just as the zombie had gotten behind the crouched Adrian ready to attack him Victor was there slicing his head clean of its neck. The corpse dropped to the ground instantly.

Victor shook his blade free of the disgusting blood sheathing it. "Ew..." he said softly as he looked down at the severed head.

"Ey, you should be more aware of your surroundings."

The assassin said as he placed his hands on his hips gazing down at the Lieutenant. He looked behind himself then out into the street before them. "The coast seems clear..." he thought kicking the head of the zombie behind him not wanting to see it anymore.

Adrian was focused entirely on his HUD when he felt the spatter of gore hit him. it covered most of his upper back, Adrian almost lost most of his baring right there, byt the slime slid off his best as it was intended to, In a flash of movement he had his pistol in his right hand, aiming at the intruder surveying his features before putting the weapon away and switching to his MP5n SMG, something better suited for CQB than his assault rifle. He looked up at the assassin, moving his hand in a "Get down" gesture "I would have been fine" He said in a low tone, peeking around the corner "you need to be more quiet" he gestured to a nearby security camera, then the readout on forearm "There are other survivors, I have to get out of this city before Umbrella decides to purge" He knew this was going to happen one of these days, a containment breach, and he was going to be one of the ones caught in the mess.

"My name is Lieutenant Thorn, UBCS" He had only recently been transferred, at least now he was able to keep his toy, it had saved his life several times before. He blinked and looked out past the tinted glasses he was wearing, the polarized black lenses hiding him from the other male, it kept his appearance pretty well hidden as he looked at the other before removing the glasses for a second before looking again at his forearm, pulling the jacket over it and standing up. Two rounds were fired, two ghouls fell. the Smg had coughed twice, he had reflex sights on the weapon too, it aided the close quarters combat while the M8's Acog was better suited for medium range combat.

He could see the other man's face clearly, even in the dark he pulled down the balaclava mask so the other could see that he was in fact human, with sharp, young facial features, clean shaven and neat. removing his glasses and tossing them to the side, he wouldn't be needing them anytime soon, it would be best to travel with this man, he seemed competent with weapons and was more quiet than your average civilian "Do you know where there is a helicopter in the city? My employers have made no mention to another extraction helicopter" His voice sounded a bit urgent, he doubted he would survive all the way to the wall, he had been separated by his team and was now considered MIA, they left MIA's behind, and the last thing he wanted was to be stuck in this hellhole with thousands of infected.

The soldier moved out, holding his weapon as close to his body as possible defensively, he had been useless when that pack of dogs attacked, and Orello died protecting him from one of the things, He had hated himself for freezing like that. The young man turned around slightly, pulling the balaclava over his face as he moved towards the group of survivors, There had to be a chopper around here somewhere, and if there was, he would use it to escape. There was a beeping from his wrist, though he muffled it with his shirt. as he ran.

The man looked down at Adrian in a slight confused state. "I'm not infected so you can put the gun down." Victor said with a reassuring smile. He crouched down along with the Lieutenant as he had gestured him to. He had almost forgotten that they were still in the open and not safe. "Sure you would have been fine.." he said sarcastically as he peeked out into the open of the road to see a few slow zombies making their way down the street. He looked at them amazed still not fully believing the dead were actually walking. He'd wondered if this viral outbreak had reached any other cities. He was just here to do his damn job when suddenly people began to eat each other, and come back to life soon after. He figure it might have something to do with chemicals of some sort~but only because he watched too many sci-fi movies as a kid. "Purge? What did he mean by that?" he thought.

"Lieutenant Thorn huh? I'm Sinclair..." he simply replied as he held his blade close to him. He examined all that the man was wearing. "Sure a lot of armor you got there..." he said in a low tone trying not to attract those things to the sound of his voice. They seemed to have had really good hearing. He watched the man shoot down a couple of Ghouls and rose with him as he did. He wondered if he should even bother wasting his ammo this early in the game. Who knows how long it would take to get the hell out of there. Victor hoped it wouldn't. As Adrian began to reveal himself a small smirk crept to the man's lips. He was cuter than expected. "A helicopter, I have no clue where to find one. The way things look around here I don't think they will have another helicopter come down, this city is infested." he replied placing one of his hands on his hip.

The man did hear voices now even clearer than before. Very loud to be trying to stay alive. As the soldier moved out the assassin followed close behind placing his hand on the hilt of his blade holding the sheath with his hand. Victor was fast and intended to not waste any ammo so early on his journey out of this city. He figured if he could cut back on using his ammo so early and stay mostly out of sight he'd be safe and might actually survive this hell hole. He thought about maybe hot wiring a car or something. He was very good with things like that and if they could get a vehicle of some sort in their hands they would surely be able to make it out of the city. Or at least be close.

As they approached the survivors he looked around making sure there weren't any of those walking dead following them like they had followed Sir Thorn earlier. It would suck to be caught off guard by something like that. He wondered where might they find ammo if they ran out. There would be no way they all would be able to survive without it. Blades were good, but not as good as guns at some things. He sighed deeply. If only he didn't accept that damned job, he wouldn't be here right now running from dead people.

The sound of a soft boot triggered a reflex that had the STARS Lieutenant turned around and locked on with his rifle before a second had passed. It was obvious that one was STARS, the other privte of some kind. Probably a merc. Raccoon city seemed to be filled with them due to the overzealous nature of Umbrella. "We don't have time to explain. Suffice it to say that Umbrella is behind it all. A quick tap on his ear piece processed the face of the STARS member through the onboard AI living in his gun and came up with a name. "Lieut. Thorn of Squad Two, preference and specialization in ranged combat. Rated as A- for threat capcity, don't underestimate him. Reports issued speak of some sort of hidden blade."

"Thorn, good to see you", he called out. "Who's your companion? And do you have an exit for us yet? time's growing short, as I'm sure you know. Umbrella's not going to wait forever to clear the city." With his ears primed for any unusual sounds in the area, he shifted t the left to cover the backs of the approaching persons, not wanting to take any chances. He figured that they would see anything behind him that he didn't hear, and deal with it appropriately. Only time would tell if he could trust them. Everyone had their own agenda in this place.

Adrian knew which ghouls to rid himself of and which to ignore, he slunk around the building, "Very well Sinclair, I was sure I saw an evac heli fly by, if Umbrella decides to purge, we are screwed without it, if I make it to the gate perhaps I can even sweet talk a guard into letting us out" He was being sarcastic of course, his quiet words having a bite to them as he walked, the Mp5 held close as a "Just in case" He didn't bother with his shortsword, he hated getting close to those rotting freaks without his gasmask, the blade was for other things. and he didn't really need it.

He demonstrated that as a ghoul lunged at Sinclair, the undead had been hidden underneath a pile of rubble, this one he snapped the neck of effortlessly, grabbing either side of the head and then twisting with a sickening crunch. The zombie went down instantly, leaving Thorn a little bloody and a bit pissed.

He had swung his weapon behind him and leveled it at STARS member as he appeared "Freeze" His words were much more harsh "Identify yourself" His voice went calm again, all STARS were trouble, it was in his mission directive, Shoot any of the Special tactics and rescue squad on sight. Adrian of course didn't, but he was sure that the man knew of Umbrella Corp's biohazard countermeasures squads reputation, and he sounded like he knew him too, sure, his nametag was on his sleeve, but that was it "Do I know you?" He asked, Peering at him. STARS could be useful, apparently at this point it was every man for himself and the Raccoon city police department did have a small rescue chopper used to airlift hiking accidents out of the mountains

His hostile reaction was to be expected, so far nobody Thorn had run into except Sinclair had hesitated before beginning to spray at him with shotgun fire, he was going to be bruised for weeks. and he was a bit pissy for the shots taken at him about ten minutes earlier.

Thorn sighed, he kept his weapon at ready, now wasn't the time to be exterminating these people when they could be a help "Umbrella is going to purge within a few days, they want the Execs out, do you know where your division keeps it's rescue chopper, if you can help me find it I can get you and maybe some others get out of this hellhole" he didn't want to be too fast to forge an alliance, he wasn't sure how many certified heli pilots were out there too, but he was one of them, he lowered his gun a bit, not bothering to lower it all the way until the STARS had his gun down

"You're full of shit, you know that?" Victor replied to Thorn's sarcasm as he ran along side the man. As the zombie popped out of virtually nowhere Victor jumped back ready to draw his sword when the man had snapped its neck. "Hm, I guess we are even now." he commented watching the ghoul's body drop to the ground in an instant. He sighed heavily wiping beads of sweat from his forehead. It might have been night, but it sure was hot--the running and killing wasn't helping him keep cool right now. If only he had taken that early flight back to England like he had planned. He definitely wouldn't be stuck there in that infested city named after an animal being chased around like a rat by the undead.

As they came into view of the other survivors yet again he was being aimed at with a gun. First it was Thorn after saving his life[not to mention dirtying his sword] and now it was some other person who looked like a type of officer. Seriously did he look infected or something? "You guys will shoot at anything..." he murmured softly as he looked over at the soldier who had begun to aim at the STARS member. Really this wasn't the time for such things. If they planned to escape the best thing would to be now was to keep moving towards the exit of the city.

The assassin gazed over at the Lieutenant then over at the STARS member. Evidently he gazed over at the woman that was with him and another man who seemed to be tagging along as well. As Thorn began talking about Umbrella purging again he finally got what he was saying. "So they were going to destroy the city to keep this infection from spreading to the outside world." he said aloud to no one in particular. From the way things looked he didn't think they were going to come back and get anyone out. So obviously they had to escape before then or they would be destroyed as well; either by Umbrella corp. or by the zombies.

"Can we talk about helicopters and ways to escape when we get somewhere relatively safe?" Victor asked. "The sound of our voices and what not will attract a horde of those--things.." he added his eyes scanning the area around them--for either more zombies or other survivors other than the people before him.

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