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Post by D on Mar 1, 2008 2:55:28 GMT -5
"What a mess!" She walked over a body and before exiting the building, she looked back. The main building was a mess and the city was just as bad. Her new objective now was to get the hell out. Jillian turned to the wrecked streets of Raccoon and looked at her surroundings. "Well..." She stepped onto the sidewalk and took out her handgun. "What should I waste my time on doing first?" She asked herself.
A sudden explosion caused her to look up and she hoped that it was one of her men. "It better be one of you dipshits..." She didn't exactly like them, but she didn't want to be alone in this city. "It'd be great to have some meat shields..." Jillian said and then decided on going toward the explosion. "It better be Renard."
((*fills posting spot*))
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Post by B on Mar 20, 2008 20:17:13 GMT -5
Jack continued his sprint until a large explosion echoed his ear, he was close too. In fact, he saw the flames rising as the barricade was blown away. It was right there. "What the hell!?" His police compatriots stood beside him, equally confused. Jack pulled his radio and made a routine call. "We have an explosion at the corner of Mango and Ashe." He reported. "Don't send a fire engine, the citizens are hostile and it's too dangerous. Copy?" There was no response. "Do you copy?" He checked his radio, it was working, then why weren't they responding?
(Filler, sorry.)
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Post by Jo on Mar 20, 2008 20:58:19 GMT -5
The hordes of the deceased didn't seem to have really over taken this half of the street. It was more or less desolate with the exception of the newly broken blockade. An inferno. That was forming before her. The utter chaos that corrupted Raccoon City was like cancer. Slowly forming not until a bump did you notice it. Some actually check, others simply ignore the defect.
The members of STARS were the bumps. The plague had reached all of the town. Evidence was all around her. She hurried a bit more. And now it was time to put all of her feminine charm to use and have these hacks believe she was a helpless citizen that was desperate of protection. Wouldn't that be a stretch for any woman or gay man? Anyways one of them would have that macho complex and gladly put there life before hers.
She neared closer and closer. She mimicked some of the dying citizens, creating a face of fear and unbelief of the situation.
" Whats going on?" she screamed at the police men. With breifcase in hand she might be required to answer a few questions but that was simple enough.
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Post by D on Mar 21, 2008 14:37:01 GMT -5
"That's not Renard. Damnit. That's not Renard!" Her hopes of seeing one of her men alive were now all gone. "They left me in this fucked up place..." She stopped at a safe distance from the flames and noticed that it was a car that blew up. "No one else to fight with...and no one going to help me get out." Jillian muttered and quickly took off her mask. "What assholes!" She was about to throw it onto the ground, but as it was raised to the air, she saw two people in an alley. From where she was standing, they looked pretty much alive.
She stared and hoped that those two were alive. After a few moments of deciding on what to do, Jillian put her mask back on so she wouldn't have to hold it. She slowly approached the two figures, but as she approached, she heard a strange gagging sound behind her. She turned around to see a zombie throwing up. "What the fuck?" Jillian raised her handgun to shoot, but as she did the zombie looked up at her and suddenly spat at her. Its disgusting green spit got all over her gasmask, and without thinking, she fired off a few rounds. A lucky shot hit it in the head, but that wasn't her biggest concern. The spit was like acid and was eating away at her mask. She pulled the mask off and quickly threw it away from her. Jillian backed away from the gas mask and the dead body quickly. She had completely forgotten about going to the two people. "...Fuck. This seriously can't be happening." Jillian took some deep breaths to calm herself, but that thing had startled her enough. "There are spitters too..."
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