Albert Wesker
Noob I
You will not live to see the dawn.
Posts: 2 
Faction: Himself
Original Universe: Resident Evil
Discord Tag: Davakin#3166
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Post by Albert Wesker on Aug 22, 2019 2:33:41 GMT
Ruins as far as the eye can see. Buildings ablaze and a steady windy rain the only ambiance to an otherwise deadly silent atmosphere. This is what remains of the once vastly populated city of Chicago.
It is mere days following the incident. A mere forty eight hours since the world watched worlds, dimensions and entire universes collide through their own windows. However, what it would have seemed that what was a magnificent spectacle and show to be had for the citizens of New York and Las Vegas, the remains of Chicago would tell a very different story.
A rustle here, a moan there and the unsettling silence that accompanied the shadowy figures walking the streets of the burning metropolis. What had become of this once fine and bustling city? Where had the people gone and what could have decimated such a vast populace seemingly overnight. Questions left to be answered by the troupe of soldiers that slowly began to unload out of their vehicles at the outside of a perimeter that had been established some five hours after a frantic emergency call was made by the local police force.
The first of the soldiers moved away from the safety of their vehicles, still wary in the aftermath of the incident, and began to comb the outskirts of the city's once bustling streets. Stepping lightly, with the utmost of care, it seemed almost as if their footsteps had begun to disturb the silence that had consumed the city. The lead stopped as he approached the remains of a body slumped over the steering wheel of an overturned SUV.
::I have a body here,:: the soldier whispered over the intercom as he opened the broken door to view the remains more closely. Upon closer inspection, as he peered through his protective goggles, he reeled in disgust until he collapsed backwards upon the ground choking back a shout of shock. ::What the hell!?::
::What is it? Are they alive?:: His fellow soldier asked as he took a few steps forward to help him back to his feet.
::No... He's- he- he's dead.:: The soldier stuttered as he stepped back to the vehicle and once again inspected the body inside the SUV. Now composed and relegated to staving off his shock the soldier moved a hand to pull the hair over the male bodies head away from the flesh of his face and neck. ::What the hell is this?::
::What?:: The other soldier stepped forward and eyed the body with his own eyes though the darkness of the rain clouds made it difficult to see through his goggles.
::It's almost as if-:: he paused as he poked at the wounds on the man's neck and shoulder, a grotesque squelching sound coming from the open wound as he did so. ::As if he was eaten. But that doesn't make any sense. No one reported anything about being bitten or eaten in the call.::
::This is why I hate this job,:: the other soldier muttered as he stepped forward to get his own look at the wounds. ::Ever since the incident shit has been getting ridiculous. I could be at home with my girl and my kid watching a crappy home movie. But no, I have to be here babysitting people who can't even take care of themselves.::
As the soldiers continued their investigation, occasionally receiving orders from their superior about their mission, a figure began to shuffle out of the alley nearby. Slowly at first, as if the person were unable to move well on some kind of broken leg or foot. It wasn't until the sound of the individual collapsing against the ground broke the silence that the soldiers turned their attention to the would be survivor with an air of hope and surprise coming over them.
::Oh thank god, we've got a live one.:: The first soldier shouted into his comm as he turned to look where the sound had come from.
::Joy,:: the second muttered as he shouldered the gun he'd whipped out in the case of the worse coming to pass. ::And here I was hoping I would get something to shoot at. Those boys down in Las Vegas said there was action so-::
As the soldiers continued to banter between one another, their attention drawn away from the body for the time being, the figure continued to move in a fashion unbefitting a survivor. One arm grasping at the ground to pull itself forward while the other dragged limply behind it alongside it's torso; it's entire body appearing to be writhing in some kind of agony. The utterance of a moan drew the soldiers attention once more and a sense of dread that neither could shake as easily as they had the body they had found.
::Hey man, I'm going to need you to stay where you are. We can get you help, but not if you keep moving like that. You're going to hurt yourself more.:: The first soldier breathed heavily as he watched the figure continue to drag itself towards them; almost blatantly ignoring his warnings and advice.
::He's not listening man, let me handle this.:: The second soldier groaned as he unshouldered his weapon and took a few steps towards the figure. ::I'm going to shoot you if you don't stop moving. That's your last warning, pal.::
Too much, too late. Or so the saying goes. The figure, reacting to the sound, smell and presence of fresh prey, lurched towards the soldier and latched it's hand onto his leg; it's head tilting back and forth a bit as it gnashed at the air while trying to reach the leg it had grabbed onto.
::What the fuck!?:: The soldier screamed as he began to unload his weapon into the body of the figure, riddling it with bullets faster than it could react. ::Get off me!::
It was to no avail, however, as the body only stopped temporarily from the supposed injuries it had received and once again began it's onslaught as it finally bit into the soldier's leg. Tearing quickly through the cloth and flesh and down to the bone with inhuman strength.
::CHRRRRIIIIIISSSST!!!!:: The soldier screamed as he again unloaded more of his clip into the figure. Collapsing from the pain, falling to one knee, the soldier struggled to grab his next clip as the figure pulled itself up his leg and towards his upper body. With another scream the soldier was upon the ground with the body digging into his neck, blood pouring out upon the concrete.
::SIR! WE HAVE A PROBLEM!:: The first soldier screamed into his communicator as he backed slowly away from his comrade now being eaten before his very eyes.
::Repeat that corporal?:: The commander's voice came through the communicator with a bit of static.
Before the soldier could reply, however, he felt his body bump into something. Something that hadn't been there before. Reeling quickly and with almost lucky avail, the soldier turned to face the body he had seen just moments ago in the overturned SUV. Along with several dozen more both male and female; like ghosts appearing from nowhere drawn by the sound of the gunfire.
::No, no no no, this can't be happening. What the f-:: The soldier was cut short, his body falling before he could finish the syllable he had begun to utter, teeth in his throat and leg as two bodies dragged him to the ground. What could be described as a gruesome scene unfolded as their comrades arrived. Witnessing the massing horde of figures almost marching upon the location.
::Head for the alley! Away from- from whatever they are!:: The commander shouted as the soldiers rallied to him as quickly as they'd seen the horrifying sight. ::We find cover and we call for help. Report to the higher ups, to ANYONE, that this is worse than we expected.:: With that the soldiers disappeared into the nearest alley. Followed by gunfire, screams and the sound of ghastly groans and cries.
Chicago was no more. It was now nothing more than the scene out of a horror movie.
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Post by Deathstroke on Aug 25, 2019 6:25:37 GMT
Deathstroke was in Chicago when the universe collision happened a few days ago. He still has not fully comprehended what the heck happened on that night. He was in the middle of a 'classified job' when some sort of extreme lightning storm engulfed the sky above the city. The clouds swirled in the sky above as if it was an upside down tornado in the sky and the next thing he knew, he found himself still in Chicago, but it seemed largely different. Everything about the city from the shops to the people seemed largely different after the whole lightning storm had ended. However, each day after the incident, the city's state seemed to get worse. Right now, Deathstroke was trapped inside a zombie infested Chicago which was in full lockdown by the US military. The zombies were also physically superior as well when compared to regular human beings. These undead creatures would require many bullets to the head for it to be put down. As for melee weapons like swords and knifes, it seemed that the muscle strength or their bone density had gotten much stronger after turning. On top of that, he had seen the zombies tear through riot police's Kevlar suits. This made it much harder for him to fight many zombies at once. On top of that, he had to be cautious and be really quiet as zombies are also attracted to sound. Currently, Deathstroke had no communication to anybody outside of Chicago, so he was on his own for now. He had been jumping from block to block every couple hours or so to evade those undead flesh eaters. Many civilians he met or saw had fallen victim to the zombies, whether being eaten alive or being turned. Obviously more civilians fell victim to being eaten alive, scenes that would probably disturb Deathstroke for a long time. Gunfire right below the abandoned building he currently was holed up in cut off his thoughts. Deathstroke got up to carefully take a peek outside of the broken window and saw a few US soldiers outside fighting the numerous zombies that had been drawn to them. More zombies were ultimately going to be drawn to them because of the loud gunfire. A couple of soldiers had succumbed to the onslaught of the zombie hordes. Deathstroke immediately got up and quickly put his helmet on. He knew he had to take the chance and save at least a few soldiers without injuries. These soldiers were very well probably going to be his ticket out of this hellhole of a city. Deathstroke tossed a couple of mute charges below as he made his way down using the fire escape. The mute charges were able to suppress the loud gunfire sound enough to make it seem like the firearms had suppressors attached to them. Deathstroke then landed on the ground in front of the US soldiers and proceeded to withdraw his blade. He then charged at the single zombies, making sure to keep his distance from them since they could bite through Kevlar. The increased strength of the zombies required him to use both of his hands with almost all of his strength to be able to slice off their heads. Deathstroke then tossed a frag grenade that he had cooked for a few seconds towards a group of zombies consisting of at least a dozen. The grenade detonated on impact and sent limbs, blood, and guts flying around the street, with some of it getting on his armor. "That's so freakin disgusting." Deathstroke muttered to himself as he flicked some guts off his armor. Deathstroke picked up a rifle off the ground of one of the fallen soldiers and unloaded the entire magazine into the heads of as many zombies as he could. Some of the zombies had their heads blown off while others took the shots without flinching. Once the magazine was empty, he used the barrel to penetrate a zombie that had lunged at him before kicking the zombie back into the horde. He threw the rifle at the horde and pulled out 2 Desert Eagle pistols from their respective holsters. The Desert Eagle was a powerful US handgun known as the hand cannon that used .50cal ammo, which was an extremely powerful bullet with respectable body penetration power. With the help of the US soldiers, they were able to eliminate the horde of zombies after many minutes of fighting. Deathstroke then proceeded to switch off the mute charges and turned around to face the soldiers. "Who's in charge here?" He questioned them.
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Post by Leon Scott Kennedy on Aug 25, 2019 9:26:37 GMT
This wasn't Leon's first rodeo with the Zombies, he had to admit that they were tougher than the last time he remembered, a shot or two from a Shotgun would bring Zombies down to their knees, however, these Zombies don't seem to want to stay down whatsoever, they want to just keep on coming, he shot the zombies multiple times with his hand gun till their heads would either come off or would fall down and die, and when a Zombie would try to attack him, he would jab his knife into their neck so that they would let go, he didn't care how hard the Zombies skin was tough enough to break, he was going to survive this outbreak as he did the others, he was happy that both Chris and Claire wasn't here as they would have to deal with this as much as he did, he knew that Jill was off with Chris as well, while Claire was doing her own thing at Terra Save, the mere thought of having them out here with tougher Zombies didn't really put him at ease, he knew that Ada would either helped or just let him die, but deep down, he knew that she cared about him, it didn't matter if they were betraying one another or not.
As he had his hand on the handle of the knife, he kicked the Zombie in the stomach, causing it to stumble and shot the other in it's head with his gun, the last two finally went down after he shot them in the head, but unfortunately, he never had a lighter or a flamethrower on hand in case these guys decided to get up, he wiped the sweat from his brow as he walked up to the zombie that he knifed and before it could grab his leg, he put a few more rounds in it's head, as he left the area, he unloaded the empty magazine and reloaded a fresh one, just in case he were to run into another trouble, he just couldn't understand why the zombie outbreak was happening in Chicago or how it exactly happened, but one thing's for sure, he was intent on finding out.
The moment of how or why will rise up soon, he just had to wait and see.
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Post by Nemesis II on Aug 27, 2019 4:25:35 GMT
The once dead city, alight with fires and drenched in rain, was once again bustling with life. While life was a tactless choice of term, the sudden uproar of gunfire was like sending up a signal flare to the hordes of undead blanketed across the city's expanse. It would seem as though, from every corner of the city, the undead appeared in droves countless beyond the rational mind.
Countless, endless, as far as the eye could see.
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On the fringes of the city, mere minutes after the loss of two of their comrades, the soldiers were witness to a display they had not been expecting. Inside a nearby building, or so they were lead to believe, a armor clad man appeared with superior weaponry and skills. With relative ease, compared to their own efforts, the man dispatched the undead that came before him as though they were of no relative concern to him. Some stood in awe, others in disbelief, but the commander stepped forward as quickly as he was summoned and gave the new arrival a sour look.
::I'm in charge, and I'd very much like to know just what your intent here is,:: the commander uttered with a sharpness he likely should have kept in check. They were all on edge, tensions high in light of the events in Vegas, and there was no doubt that not a single one of them had been prepared for the undead to consume an entire city amidst the chaos that began to unfold across the world. ::I can't go risking my men on a nobody, even if he did save us from those monsters.::
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Elsewhere in the city, somewhere one could relegate to being near downtown, a portion of the hordes were drawn to the activity of another individual who found themselves caught in the chaos. And while they were not intelligent enough to know that the individual was one from their own dimension, they were drawn to them like moths to a roaring fire. A roaring fire that cut them down one by one with a persistence and skill that could only be attained by one familiar with their origins and very nature.
A feat that would have been thoroughly praiseworthy amidst the massing hordes were the very grounds they resided upon not unfamiliar. Alien in their nature and causing the virus to adapt in ways not even their creator could have anticipated. Experience would win out, but the resilience of the undead was unfathomable as what few survivors there were began to take notice of the individuals who had come to the city to either save them or damn them. Though it was hardly enough to bring them forth into the desire to fight, most too petrified by the very idea of the undead existing to lift a finger in their own defense.
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An explosive clash of metal and concrete, the sound of a helicopter and the shouts of frantic soldiers joined the ambiance.
Deep within the cities building riddled streets, too far for any to see but close enough to be heard clear over the groans and gutteral sounds of the undead, these unwelcome sounds made their presence known. Almost as quickly as the sound of the helicopter passed into the wind, the sound of the soldiers voices becoming more frantic by the second, did a sound none would have liked to have heard. Something only fanatics of terror would relish.
RRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!
::What the hell was that!?:: One soldier asked, his eyes looking towards the distance and where he believed the sound to have come from.
::I don't know, but it doesn't sound good.:: Another soldier replied as he gripped and checked his rifle more carefully, a slight twitch beginning to take over his mannerisms.
::Doesn't sound good? Are you serious? I don't even want to know what that came from. It sounds like it could kill us just by looking at us!:: A third soldier chimed in, his body expressing every bit of disbelief and terror that was consuming him. ::I wouldn't go near that even if you paid me to. This isn't what I signed up for.::
::Quiet! All of you be quiet.:: The commander sounded as he turned from the newcomer to the rest of his platoon. ::Do you hear yourselves? We're not here to make money, we're not here to do what we want. We're here to save lives and protect this country from whatever the hell is going on here! Do you understand me? So shut your traps, get your game faces on and be ready for whatever that thing is.::
::Because when it gets here, and we all know it's coming, it's not going to want to play catch and have a beer with us.:: As he spoke, his voice carrying a bit more than one might have liked, each of the soldiers turned to face him with a look of being struck smart. Each saluted him, gripping their rifles with a renewed vigilance, and once again turned their attention to the undead that were now, once again, crowding around them.
Whatever that thing was. Wherever it was. It had made it's presence known, and it's bloodthirsty intent clear, with a single profound roar.
Chilled to the bone, those still alive would only be able to contemplate what was coming...
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Post by Deathstroke on Aug 29, 2019 1:12:28 GMT
Deathstroke wasn't too amused at the immediate hostility towards him from the commander, especially since he had just saved them from becoming zombies' lunch. Though he understood why the commander was hostile when he pointed out the fact that he didn't want to waste any resources because of already how thinly spread the US soldiers were, except without the latter part. Deathstroke had done his homework on the troops during his couple days in Chicago jumping from building to building. "Okay, look here 'Commander.'" Deathstroke started, using mockery when saying the term 'commander.' "First off, I just saved your asses from becoming the horde's lunch. Second, I do not care about you or your men. My intentions are to get the hell out of this city before I turn into one of them!" He shouted as he shot his pistol behind him, with the the bullet directly piercing the skull of a zombie that was slowly crawling towards him, finally killing it. "Plus, who the hell are you calling a nobody?" Deathstroke scowled as he approached the Commander. He was Slade Wilson, one of the most proficient and fearsome mercenaries of his time. People would be afraid to come up against him wherever he was, well at least before he found himself in this current rundown state of Chicago. However, just before he was about to start giving the commander a piece of his mind, a blood-thirsty skin-crawling shriek echoed throughout the streets around their position. Deathstroke wasn't the type of person to be frightened by a threat, but even this blood-thirsty echoing shriek made his skin crawl and goosebumps run down his back. He had heard this shriek before towards the end of his first day in this 'new' Chicago and could only get a very brief glimpse of the creature that had caused the bloodthirsty shriek. It was big alright, something he had never seen before either. He didn't plan on meeting the creature either, not today, not ever. Deathstroke looked at the buildings fire escapes and immediately started making his way over to the fire escape that would lead to the roof of the taller building, taking a radio off of one of the soldiers on his way there. He then placed his left hand on the ladder before turning towards the US soldiers. "We need to get the hell out of here! I'd rather not stick around to fight that thing, especially with our backs to the wall. By the sound of that thing, it's going to be one of the freaking big ones. I suggest we head to the rooftops, unless your commander doesn't care about your lives. In that case, it was nice knowing you." Deathstroke concluded stating his opinion with a bit of dark sarcasm with a thumbs up. He then turned back around and started making his way up the ladder.
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Post by Leon Scott Kennedy on Aug 30, 2019 0:47:25 GMT
Leon started heading back to the police officers, with every step, he took, he couldn't help but wonder with every fiber of his being if they would send out a missile strike on this city as well, like what happened over at Raccoon City, even though he had no idea where Chris and them were and had thoughts that made him glad they weren't here, he wouldn't have minded to have their help when they could find him. His shoe hit the mud puddle as it rippled. The thoughts of Zombies roaming the streets of Chicago would keep a man awake at night, afraid to go to sleep for a Zombie wouldn't hesitate to enter a house through a window, he along with Claire had seen it, the zombie's getting into the police department.
Just then he heard a loud roar. "What the hell?" He asked, it sounded louder as it sounded like it came from four miles toward his location, he recognized the voice, while the roar was loud and he knew who it belonged to, he couldn't help but get the feeling that if it's who he thinks it is, then their in for some serious trouble, as Jill had trouble facing off against the first one, she even mentioned about a Scagdad that she and her partner had encountered on a ship, when asked who she thought was the worse, she would either mention the Nemesis or The Scagdad, the thought about another Nemesis wasn't too far from his mind, but that didn't mean he's never faced another hard person to defeat... Scratch that, there was the Village Chief and Leon's old partner, Krauser.
He wanted to check it out, but deep down, he knows that if he did, he wouldn't get a chance to do so, he then starts to run toward the Police Officers Location he had planned already.
He then heard moaning as he looked behind him. "Shit." He muttered under his breath, he stopped and had to fire some more rounds at some more upcoming zombies, this would take him awhile before he could get to his fellow officers, he pulled out his shotgun that was placed on his back and shot at some of the zombies, he knew this time it would take more than just a couple or a few hits. Sometimes when he encounters these Zombies, he wondered if they had some sort of injection that made them pretty tough than they were before.
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Post by Nemesis II on Sept 2, 2019 2:06:47 GMT
There was an unsettling silence among the soldiers as their commander was reprimanded; or something of the sort. Each of them looked between one another with a slight look of confusion before they all turned their eyes towards the ladder that the newcomer began to climb. None of them were apt to move at first, each looking to the other as they contemplated what good climbing the building would do before turning their eyes to their commander. Their gaze falling on what appeared to be a visibly stunned man in light of what they could have assumed was residual shock.
None of them could blame him, however, and each turned their gaze momentarily to the direction from which the horrifying roar had come from.
::A-alright men, we're moving out. Pronto! Up that ladder and make it quick!:: The commander ordered, pointing to the ladder the stranger had climbed as though none of them had received any kind of recommendation from the outsider. ::The sooner we're up there the safer we'll be! Now go! Jerry? You're with me. We'll cover the others while they climb.::
As each other soldier made their way to begin climbing the ladder the soldier left behind with the commander could be recognized as Jerry. And it was clear as day that he was not pleased with being selected for covering the rear. Even so, without hesitation, he turned his rifle towards the coming hoards and began to unload as many shots as he could while backing slowly towards the ladder with his superior.
Once the last of them had begun to climb the ladder, the one at the bottom firing into the crowds to keep them back as best he could, they all ascended the ladder as carefully as possible. Upon reaching the first landing, and not quite being able to keep pace with the man above them, some of the soldiers stopped to rest on one of the fire escape while the rest continued to climb.
An entirely safe thought, or so they believed.
From inside the building, though rather faint at first, one of the soldiers turned and leaned against the wall. Planting a hand against it in an attempt to amplify the sound from within, he furrowed his brow and waved to the others to quiet down so he could get a better idea of what the sound was.
::Be quiet. Something's behind this wall.:: The soldier hissed at the others as he waved them closer to try and get a look through the windows. ::See if you can't see them through the window, from the sound of it it's something big.::
From behind the wall each of the soldiers could hear the sound of what they could only interpret as footsteps begin to draw ever closer. Each of them backed away from the wall as the one leaning against it glanced back at them with a tilt of his head.
::What? It's not like it's-:: the soldier began to say before a hand burst through the wall right next to his head. Before the soldier could even shout or scream audibly in response the hand grabbed onto his helmet. With an immense strength, as the other soldiers looked on in terror, the hand dragged the soldier up a foot and then to the right before crushing the helmet with ease along with part of the skull beneath it.
::What the fuck!?:: Another soldier shouted as he began to scurry to the nearby ladder and frantically follow the others who had already ascended. However, before he could do so, the hand that had gripped his comrade's head had since disappeared and as the soldier reached one or two feet up the ladder another hand burst through the wall, demolishing some of it with an unearthly ease, and took hold of the ladder. ::Fuck, fuck, FUCK!::
::What is this thing? How the hell are we supposed to fight THAT!?:: One of the trapped soldiers shouted while one managed to slip by the giant through the hole he had created. Only to be grabbed by the giant with his other hand and slammed into the opposite side of the wall with cracks forming where his body had hit. ::This can't be happening- This is UNREAL!::
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Meanwhile, nearer to downtown, the hordes continued to move along the streets in reaction to the gunfire coming from miles away. Much to Leon's relief as he had been careful to remain as quiet as possible in regards to the larger masses of the horde, the undead began to move in droves away from his location. This was a reprieve, however a rather small one, in light of the presence of the monster that had roared earlier.
Unfortunately for the lone and isolated former government operative, something else was unveiled by the departure of the hordes that he likely would not have noticed before. As the hordes began to leave and shuffle off into the distance other creatures could be seen scurrying through the crowds and towards, almost stealthily, where the sounds of Leon's combat had been coming from. Much to Leon's likely dismay, a pair of Lickers would soon emerge from the hordes and begin to skulk around him unaware as to exactly where he was.
With the monster in the distance looming and the sounds of gunfire in the distance alerting Leon to the struggle elsewhere, it would become apparent that this was a race against time.
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Where twelve had been present for the horrors that now lurked, only seven remained. This was a nightmare they weren't going to wake up from.
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Post by Deathstroke on Sept 2, 2019 18:46:14 GMT
Deathstroke had almost made his way to the top of the building, with just a couple of floors to go. The soldiers that were following him were a bit slower than him and he wasn't too thrilled at their incompetence pace. If they were going to be this slow the whole road, he might as well ditch them. Just as he was about to continue climbing the ladder, he thought he heard something so he paused for a second. He heard it again, this time louder and clearer; it was footsteps. Big ones too. It was definitely someone something huge if their footsteps could resonate like that. Deathstroke looked around to see if he could pinpoint where exactly the resonating footsteps were coming from, until he heard it one more time. This time, his eyes widened as he realized where the sound was coming from. He had heard the exact same resonating footsteps before, and it belonged to one thing he had seen in his time in Chicago. "Brace yourself!" Deathstroke shouted at the soldiers, but it was too late. He watched in horror as a huge hand penetrated the wall below him and crushed the head of one of the soldiers, immediately killing him. Another hand went through the wall and grabbed another soldier. This time, the hand had also destroyed part of the metal support of the fire escape, causing a big chunk of it to fall outwards towards the next building on the other side of the alley with other parts falling down to the alley. When thag part of the fire escape got destroyed by the big hands, it also affected the rest of the fire escape, especially the higher floors. Deathstroke lost his balance as the fire escape rocked violently below his feet. He realized that most of the support of the ladder was gone and it would come crashing down any second now. With his quick thinking, he pulled out a grappling gun and shot it upwards towards the edge of the roof. Luckily for him, the hook was able to grab on to something and Deathstroke jumped off of the fire escape just in time to see it fall beneath him while he grappled upwards. At the moment, he was dangling from the edge of the roof. He knew it was time to stop this massive beast, even if he had seen the horrors of what it could do. If he didn't stop the beast and escaped, it could come back to haunt or terrorize him later. Deathstroke pushed his legs against the wall and let go of the roof's edge, still holding onto the cable that was attached to the hook, and was in freefall for a few stories. He then locked the cable by pressing one of the buttons on the grapple gun just as he was right above the soldiers, which halted his fall and swung him straight towards the floor where the ugly, massive beast was wreaking havoc on. As he was swinging towards the building, he aimed towards the closest window and immediately crashed through it, which shattered glass everywhere. Deathstroke let go of the cable as he entered and rolled onto the floor as he landed behind the massive beast. He immediately pulled out a machine pistol and emptied the entire magazine into the monster's body. "Aw you gotta be shitting me!" Deathstroke gritted through his teeth as the bullets didn't do any damage to the monster. Instead, it was as if the monster was bullet proof because the bullets literally just fell off or bounced off of the beast's body, sort of like how Kevlar could block bullets. He put away the machine pistol and pulled out 2 cluster grenades from his utility belt. He then armed the grenades and tossed them towards the beasts head, while dodging any of the beast's attacks. Now the good thing about cluster grenades is that they can stick to surfaces and that it is considered multiple frag grenades in one. The bad thing is that after the initial explosion, the mini grenades that come out could literally bounce anywhere and everywhere. He wasn't going to stick around and find out where the grenades would go, because as soon as he threw the cluster grenades, he ran towards the window he had just jumped through and proceeded to jump out of the window again, this time continuing falling downwards into the alley. Deathstroke landed flat on his feet, but the fall from a high elevation hurt his feet a bit. Not as much as a regular human being though because he was fortunate enough to have superhuman durability and strength. Zombies started to target Deathstroke now, since he was probably the only living being present in the alley now. He pulled out his katana and swung it at the neck of the closest zombie, immediately decapitating it. Deathstroke kept on slicing his way through all the single zombies to try to make a route out of the alleyway before becoming overwhelmed. He was too busy being occupied with the hordes to worry about the soldiers now. Still though, he didn't want them all to die with him being a factor in their demise.
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Post by Leon Scott Kennedy on Sept 3, 2019 3:26:48 GMT
Leon stopped firing, as he watched the zombies head toward a different direction, he had no idea what was going on, but deep down, he knew it wasn't good, unbeknownst to him, he started to take one step forward, until he noticed the Lickers. He knew he had encountered these blood thristy beasts before back when Raccoon City was being invaded by Zombies, he wasted no bullets as he watched to see if they would make their first move.
Leon was indeed curious of where the Zombies would be heading, but he had one thing on his mind right now, were there any survivors from the Zombie attack, he recalled a little kid being infected by the virus that caused people to be turned into Zombies, while the dad wanted to protect his daughter, Leon knew that his daughter was turning, but there was no cure that he could give her. All he could do was just stand there either to have the father shoot him or watch as the virus infected the girl more, He wished there was something he could've done, but as soon as he watched the dad shut the door, he would hear the sound of a gunshot going off, he wanted to help them, cause that was the reason he joined the Police Department, the gunshot still lurks in his mind from time to time as he would imagine seeing the incident between the father and his girl Emmie. He had vowed to keep this from happening to anyone else, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to save everyone.
He shrugged off the thoughts and walked softly on the road, making sure not to make anymore noise than he had to, otherwise he would have Lickers breathing down his neck, he didn't run or tried to shoot off his gun as he headed toward a direction that the zombies headed, making sure the Zombies wouldn't harm or kill any human beings, he knew that they would have to eat, as his grip tighten onto the handgun, ready to shoot if he ran into any trouble. Hopefully everyone had evacuated.
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Post by Nemesis II on Sept 8, 2019 2:42:41 GMT
Death and destruction everywhere.
No sooner than the creature had made it's appearance did a series of events begin to unfold. With the collapse of the fire escape the creature moved towards it's next prey as the mercenary crashed into the building behind him. It did not turn, it did not even consider acknowledging him, as it continued to pursue the soldiers before it even as a torrent of bullets was unloaded into it's front and back. Rather it continued to move forward, grabbing onto the neck of one soldier and punching it's fist into the gut of another; sending the unfortunate soul flailing to his death amidst the hordes below.
It was only when the grenade the mercenary had thrown exploded, timed perfectly after his leap from the building, that the hulking monster stumbled and threw up it's hands in defense of it's head. It stumbled back a few steps, coming down to a knee as the smoke cleared, before rising back up to it's full height with nigh even a scratch on it. It was in dead silence, save for the creatures thunderous footsteps, that the remaining soldiers watched in horror as it approached them. One threw caution to the wind and charged towards it, hoping against hope that he could achieve something similar to the mercenary before.
As the soldier's attempt showed to bear no fruit, his lifeless body tossed aside with a single swing of the hulking being's arm, the last of the soldiers made for a quick but difficult escape. They flung themselves over the railing of the fire escape used the cables their gear was equipped with to careen down to the street below, their weapons providing the cover they needed as they reached the ground and watched the mercenary disappear through the hordes. And though they would have liked to have celebrated their escape, it was short lived.
From above, after the sounds of hastened steps, the being they had thought they'd lost leapt from the floors above and down to the ground beside them. Without wasting a moment, watching as the being raised itself to it's full height once more with no sign of any hindrance from the drop, the soldiers took off to follow their inadvertent comrade. Forgotten in the chaos, abandoned by his own men, the commander stood face to face with the monster as the hordes closed in. A cry of horror was all that could be heard, in unison with brief gunfire, before the steps resumed as the monster pursued it's prey once more.
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Elsewhere, where the sounds of the previous events could be heard, the hordes around Leon began to slow their pursuit of the chaos. Slowing to an aimless shamble, the undead around him appeared to stop. For but a moment only, however, as the sound of the monster that had been heard earlier once again revealed itself. The sounds of gunfire and explosions began to ring out once more from the location that the first roar unveiled itself. Without any further accompaniment necessary the roar once again ripped through the city to allow those within it's limits to be reminded that it still remained; intent on slaughtering any and all who remained.
GRRRRROOOOOOOAAAAAARRRRRRRGH!!!
Almost as if on cue, the hordes began to shift their attention towards the gunfire and roar, the very air of the city changed with the unparalleled dread that washed over any willing to accept their coming fate; a fate they would suffer if they remained for much longer. Another rip of gunfire filled the air, the sounds of more screams and shouts amidst the sound of explosions. And then, as quickly as the noise had begun to tear through the silence, it just as rapidly ceased. The lickers disappeared into the hordes, the hordes stopping briefly before returning to their shamble in aimless directions, and everything seemed to once again spiral into a semblance of silent horror.
Each moment that passed felt like another moment of life lost to those who remained aside from the unlikely heroes, each moment a reminder that they were living a nightmare. One they might never escape.
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Post by Deathstroke on Sept 10, 2019 3:50:16 GMT
Deathstroke fought his way out of the alley, slashing at every single zombie that tried to attack him. He would use as much force necessary when he slashed his katanas at the zombies' necks, which seemed to be the only place in their body that was vulnerable enough for the more efficient blows. Deathstroke tried to make his way out of the alley slowly to give any surviving soldiers enough time to catch up with him. He briefly looked behind him to see that there were only two soldiers left alive, who were now following him since their commander was now dead. "Hold on guys, I'll get you out of here." Deathstroke told the soldiers as he sliced the head of a zombie off at the edge of the alley. Deathstroke started making his way down the street, trying to move as fast as he could without leaving the soldiers behind. It was much to his dismay that he couldn't move as fast as he normally would and it was obvious to him that the soldiers were slowing him down. He could be grappling or parkouring across rooftops now, but instead he was now trying to keep the remaining marines alive. "We need to move faster. Otherwise, we're going to be something's dinner tonight!" Deathstroke shouted as he blew out the brains of a female zombie with his machine pistol. These zombies could eat through almost all types of body armor, including common material like Kevlar. This was one of the reasons why they needed to maintain a healthy distance of at least 20 feet from each individual zombie. Deathstroke found a set of stairs across the adjacent street that would take the trio up to the above-ground subway system Chicago had. There were barely any zombies on the street as well, just a few overturned or wrecked cars here and there; same with every street he came across in the city. "Come on, up those stairs troopers!" Deathstroke shouted at the duo as he quickly turned around and tossed a semtex grenade straight at the closest zombie which was about 30 feet away. He then turned back around and started to sprint across the street, sliding over the hood of a car just before reaching the stairs. The semtex, being a sticky bomb, stuck to the zombie and exploded within a few seconds of sticking, sending guts and limbs flying around the blast radius. Deathstroke headed up the stairs behind the remaining soldiers, covering their six to make sure that no zombie would sprint up from behind and drag them down by their legs to the undead hordes.
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Post by Leon Scott Kennedy on Sept 11, 2019 20:36:46 GMT
Leon watched the horde of Zombie's stop, he was about to wonder what was going on, until he heard the loud roar again, could it be that Mr. X survived? Leon shook his head and moved quietly as he watched them stop once more. He could hear gun shots in the distance as he decided upon himself to check it out. When he began thinking of Mr. X, he couldn't believe it unless he saw it with his own eyes, which he felt would be soon if he followed the sounds of roars, gunshots and explosions, as he shot and stabbed his way pass the zombies being careful not to draw attention to the Lickers.
Back when the Zombie invasion happened over at Raccoon City, he recalled an event when they were with Sherry, that she witnessed Birkin taking on Mr. X, but if that thing is alive now, he was wondering what would it take to defeat or kill such a creature that refuses to stay down, deep down he knew that they were in for a fight of their lives if this was a case, but he's hoping that he would have a plan before he gets there.
Just then he heard a scream, he looked and noticed that a grandmother and her granddaughter was being attacked by zombies, he started shooting at the zombies multiple times and reloaded, before they would go down, he runs up to the grandmother and her grandchild. "Everything alright?" He asked.
"Yes, thank you." The grandmother spoke. "I have no idea where they're coming from, but I was sure those zombies would kill us."
"Don't worry, just go somewhere safe, I'm sure someone will take care of you." He spoke to the grandmother.
"Bless you." The grandmother spoke as she took her crying grandchild with her to a safe place.
Leon went toward a different direction and had second thoughts, he decided to escort the two to a shelter, long enough for them to be safe.
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Post by Deathstroke on Sept 13, 2019 17:34:33 GMT
Deathstroke and the two US soldiers were now holding off zombies on the subway station's elevated platform. Luckily for them, the elevated height and the fact that there was only one way up and down the station made defending against the hordes less stressful than it already was. However, they couldn't hold their ground there forever. Ammunition shortages were bound to happen soon, and once fatigue starts settling in on the group, it will make them much more vulnerable against the zombie hordes. Deathstroke was conserving his ammo rounds and any remaining equipment for dire situations. As usual, Deathstroke utilized his katanas against the incoming waves of zombies. The situation they were in now is comparable to video game survival modes, where the characters would have to defend against waves and waves of enemies until they couldn't do so any longer. It usually ended in death though, something that nobody wanted to happen to them. It would probably be one of the worst ways to die if they were slowly eaten alive, small pieces at a time. Deathstroke hoped that the zombies numbers could start diminishing soon because when he studied a map of Chicago a few nights ago, he noticed that some of the subway lines extended long enough to reach the edge of the city. If they could pinpoint their exact location now, it could help them plan out an escape route to finally get out of this godforsaken city.
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Post by Leon Scott Kennedy on Sept 16, 2019 7:11:39 GMT
Leon led the two toward the subway. "This should take you two somewhere safe." He said to the grandmother.
"Thank you, mister, uh..."
"Leon Kennedy, ma'am." Leon spoke.
"Estelle and this my granddaughter, Eliza." Estelle spoke. "You know, we don't get many people here that would risk their lives to save two strangers."
Leon chuckled. "Yeah, sometimes you have to do the right thing." He said to them. He then heard grunts and gunfire along with swordplay getting in the way. He didn't know what to do now as Estelle and Eliza needed a place to hide and be safe, Leon led them to the sounds, what they saw was an old man fighting zombies with two men. "Looks like we're early for the party." He spoke to the lady. "You two go somewhere safe and I'll let you two know when it's safe to come out."
"Right, come along Eliza." Estelle spoke as they headed for a safe place to hide.
Leon fired at the zombies as he kept a safe distance from Slade and his two companions. But he knew that he would run out of bullets soon if he's not careful, the moment rose that he noticed two zombie's running toward him as he shot one in the head and jabbed his knife in the neck of the other pretty hard, causing the blood to squirt out like water from a water gun, he then kicked the zombie and aimed the gun at the other zombie at point blank range, then pulled the trigger.
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Post by Nemesis II on Sept 17, 2019 2:20:59 GMT
As hard as keeping up with the skilled mercenary was, death was not the alternative.
It didn't take long after the mercenary took over in the stead of their commander for the soldiers to realize their situation. Moving slowly at first, keeping their six clear, the soldiers pursued the route that the mercenary continued to carve through the hordes; occasionally faltering on lack of breath before picking up pace again. And even as they arrived at the square near the subway, a locale they had not expected to see on a perimeter assignment, they could not see an end to the hordes in sight. As if the entirety of the city had now become overrun with a mass of undead to equate to the entire populace.
When one of the two soldiers spotted Leon and the two survivors, his entire demeanor changing faster than he had kept his pace with the mercenary, he immediately made a bee line for them while putting down a zombie or two along the way.
"Hey! Kitridge! What're you doing!? Don't leave formation!" The other soldier shouted from his safe position near the mercenary. Watching as his only remaining comrade began to throw himself into the heat of the carnage upon the sight of a small group of survivors. Sure their job had been to rescue the survivors, but no one had told them they were to throw their lives away for the sake of those who may or may not escape the city alive. Looking back on the orders and what they were facing, the soldier became filled with dread.
"It's alright Franklin, I'll secure them and then come right back!" Kitridge shouted back as he made his way towards the group, ducking through a small group of undead. Putting them down as he did so, he made it about half way before the sound of heavy steps became once again apparent. A sound that stopped him dead on the spot, firing at the occasional undead as he fell victim to an inability to make his legs respond to his own fight or flight instincts.
"Kitridge! GET OUT OF TH-" Franklin shouted, but it was too late. Almost as quickly as he had opened his mouth the hulking figure in black came barreling through a crowd of undead, colliding with Kitridge's frozen form and sending him flailing through the air towards the open stairwell into the subway. As quickly as it had appeared, killed another target and made it's presence known, it stopped and turned to face the remaining soldiers.
"Oh, fuck me..." Franklin murmured as he took a slight step back. "Hey man," he breathed to the mercenary who was still cutting away at the undead around them. "We might want to move. Big and ugly is back and I don't think he- the hell is that sound?" He finished and trailed as the sound of a hum and whir began to fill the air some few yards behind the black clad hulk. A sound that he knew but was unwilling to peg given the direction it seemed to be coming from. The only thing he knew to do was take cover.
An action that would have been the smart choice.
No sooner had the soldier made up his mind to take action, turning to reach for the mercenary he'd been following, than a torrent of bullets ripped through the streets. Shredding the undead, tearing through the concrete blocks and cars littered about, nothing seemed to be left standing as the pseudo-hellfire obliterated anything that stood in it's path. The last thing Franklin saw before the torrent began to close towards his position: The bullets tearing through even the black clad hulk itself. Pieces of the beings jacket and flesh flying and falling about as the bullets ripped through it.
And then nothing.
The soldier's body gave way to the rapid fire, torn to pieces where he had stood helpless to defend himself. Like the undead that had gone with him, only far more bloody when what remained of him fell to the ground.
In a matter of moments it had started, and in a matter of moments it ended. The hellfire subsided and the whirring stopped. Followed by another bloodcurdling roar, one unlike the one the survivors had heard when they'd first begun their trek through the city.
"RRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRG!!!"
Whatever it had been that they'd heard? Whatever it had been that they knew was coming? It had arrived.
As the monstrous being began to approach through thunderous steps, dropping a massive gattling gun beside it as it did so, only one thing could be heard from it's unsettling mouth was a single phrase.
"Dessstrrrroy ssssurrrvivorrrssss..."
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