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Necrosis

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Before playing in Necrosis, please submit a character in the compendium and wait for approval

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RULES

These rules are to be followed by all characters. Failure to uphold them will result in a PM first time, another PM the second time, a warning the third time, and disqualification the third time. This of course depends on the severity of the infraction.

1. No God-Modding. No one takes a bullet to the head and lives to tell about it. No one jumps off a seven story building and sprints for the next mile. This includes taking control of other characters, but this will be overlooked if the controlling in question is ironed out beforehand. If I see you take control of a character, I will automatically assume the other player gave his consent... so don't screw me on this, alright?

2. Racism. It's tricky, but it depends on the character. We don't need any N-words flying around, but depending on the character, small forms - and I mean small forms - will be allowed. Unless of course the staffers take exception, but that's their call. It's my room, not my house.

3. Sexual Content. Same stance on racism. In small portions, unless the NMRiH team has a problem with it.

4. Number of Characters. Please, feel free to make as many as you feel the need, but don't make someone, make a post or two about him or her, then leave them to rot away in the chasm of uncertainty. Of course they must be approved first.

5. Outline. Pretty obvious, follow the character outline for creating characters.

Anywho, with that done, begin Necrosis. This will probably be the only occasion I make one of these nifty situation descriptors, as from here on out the story is advanced by players. Don't know without a doubt though. Anyway...

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You are all in, or relatively near, an abandoned soup-kitchen set in the center of Brooklyn, New York City. The soup-kitchen is surprisingly barren compared to most post-apocalypse buildings, and there are no zombies to be seen in the area... excluding a single Screamer locked in the cafeteria's basement. The creature's howls of agony could possibly attract other zombies, as some of you have noted. There is a large swarm of Infected to the north, mostly congested in a long alleyway, though when you passed some of them were starting to spill out into the sidewalk. The soup-kitchen itself is relatively small, consisting of a bland dining room filled with overturned tables and chairs, and a smaller kitchen. There's some food and drink in the cupboards, though the meat has all spoiled. The already-mentioned basement is significantly larger, sharing the space with that of the surrounding apartments. If the Screamer could be extracted safely, there appears to be a good amount of supplies in the basement.

APPROVED CHARACTERS

Chen Mei Yuan - xbrianll

Jason Lucas Redfield - jason

Jake Ryan - zipscool

Andrew Gibbs - arone

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Jason Redfield

Jason Redfield cautiously approached the window of the warehouse. Hunkering down with as little noise as possible, he set up the bipod on the M14. Jason set his eye to the telescopic sighting and took a peak at the target: the soup-kitchen across the street. He cursed his mask for not allowing me to aim properly, but for the most part, he was used to the clumsiness of the headpiece. Through a window of the soup-kitchen, Redfield spotted movement and tracked it through the scope, only to have it dart out of sight. He pondered whether to move in and investigate or stay put, but eventually decided to play it safe. Only time would tell what he had stumbled upon...

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((Should I write in first or third person? For this, I feel that there must be a certain regulation here for that...))

EDIT: ((Oh, and a note to readers... If you don't know chinese, don't try to read the Hanyu Pinyin as they are missing the tone and level, plus the change in the tone and level, plus the way Chinese in english alphabets are read is different- In the end you will get the wrong idea of how it sounds like. Read the subtitles instead haha... I guess those will only be good for telling you how much your character will be able to understand haha...)

Mei Yuan was out scavenging for supplies again, as another routine of the day. Her next target would be the soup kitchen- Which was one of the few places which has few infected men to deal with. The hilt of the Long Jian (Dragon Straight Sword) in her left hand, with the blade kept hidden behind her arm. she cautiously made her way along one of the many streets of the decrepit city, the one that would lead her to the soup kitchen. The wind was favorable today- it was blowing against her, making her surprisingly clean dark brown traditional Chinese dress flapping, flowing with the wind, but most importantly, anyone ahead of her would not be able to smell her. She was nearing the target- She tightened her grip on her most favored and most precious weapon- the heirloom in her left hand, as she prayed to it that all will be well when she had to face more of the demons that resulted from the Americans' doing. The chinese girl stared through the mask on her face, which was slightly oversized- It was just right ahead of her, soon she would be plunged into darkness again...

As she was sneaking her way to her target, she allowed her mind to wander a little, as there seem to be no danger ahead- It travelled back in time, back to when everything was well, when the sky was blue and her family was around her. She was back in Beijing, China, back in her father's training hall, five years ago. She was training with her father- The tall and large man was instructing her how to handle a spear. She fell badly when she reached a point where she had to spin an entire circle. Worried, her father dropped his spear and ran to her side to check on her.

"Tie...(Subtitles: Father...)", Tears started to well up in Mei Yuan's eyes.

Edited by xbrianll

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"Damn it!" Andrew said as he pulled the rest of the contents out of the glove compartment. He had searched through 13 cars already looking for a box of .40 caliber ammo. It was surprising that he ended up in New York. He had traveled all the way across the United States pretty much. He had lost the car he had driven into city with because of a mob of zombies that had heard his car. They were some where up north still tearing his car apart most likely. He had been fortunate to hear them coming a mile away since he had been doing what he was doing now, going through glove compartments.

Andrew slammed the car door shut and walked a few feet to a wrecked car. Andrew's search hadn't been unfruitful though. He had managed to fined a 50 round box of 9mm ammo. Didn't really do him much good but he was in a large city he should be able to find a 9mm off some one. There must have been national guard or marines or something here before everything went to hell and one of them would have an m9. Running into a gun shop would be nice too, it was a large city and there must be tons of them around. weapons should be every where. They must just be hard to find Andrew thought as he finally reached the destroyed vehicle.

The driver was dead behind the wheel. Though behind the wheel isn't the best description when the wheel is in your chest. A month ago this sight would probably have made Andrew sick to his stomach but he had gotten used to it. The Forensic science class he took in College helped too. He opened up the glove compartment and shifted through some papers. "YES!" Andrew said a little to loud as he pulled out a box of .40 caliber out of the glove compartment. It would seem my friend behind the wheel carried a gun the thought went through Andrew's head quickly. Andrew slid the back pack in a position to drop the ammo in his bag. He would find a safe place to refill his magazines and maybe grab a bite to eat.

Andrew was going to leave the car when he noticed something at the feet of the deceased driver. It was a handgun, a Glock to be more precise. It was probably .40 caliber and the same type of Glock his brothers had carried. the Glock 23 he thought. Couldn't remember the name though, Andrew wasn't a huge fan of Glocks but he knew this model held a 13 round magazine and would make a great back up. He Leaned into the car and reached for the gun.

"Ugh" the noise and the cold hand grasping for him Startled Andrew. With his heart racing he pulled away and in one quick Motion pulled his Px4 storm out turning the safety off in the draw. He had the gun pointing at the zombie's head in the drivers seat. Andrew had assumed with a steering wheel through his chest he was dead. Andrew almost fired out of reaction but he stopped. The zombie wasn't a threat. It seemed to be weak from the injury and unable to heal itself with the foreign object stuck in him. He was helplessly pinned against the seat.

Andrew wanted that Glock but didn't want to fire his gun giving his position away. He decided the ammo was enough of a victory and slowly stepped away from the car. He let a long breath out as if he had been holding it and took a deep breath closing his eyes for a second. Shortly Andrew's heart rate slowed down and he took another look around. There was a soup kitchen just a little ways down the street. Soup didn't sound bad for lunch and it would be as good as place as any to refill his magazines. Andrew moved with caution towards the soup kitchen. If it was on thing he just learned don't let your guard down.

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Jake sits in the Soup Kitchen, head buried in his arms.

'Well...' he thinks to himself 'I suppose it could be worse... The crazies could have super-strength... But what if they do? What if we just haven't seen any of them yet?' Jake continues in his paranoid thinking, he is clearly disturbed, even more so by the Screamer's persistant screeching.

Jake wills for the bitch to shut up and squeezes his eyes shut, hoping it'll go away.

After a few minutes he decides it isn't going to and resolves to personally put a few holes in the Screamer.

Jake walks over to the window, he wonders why he came here. Then reprimands himself for the question.

He'd been going out to grab some ammo for his guns and had just avoided a large group of the crazies, finding the Soup Kitchen the closest to where he was he had quietly and as quickly as he could do without alerting the crazies to his position, he'd crawled in and shut, then locked the door and put a few things against the doors and windows.

He'd been in there for quite a while now. He still wasn't too sure if he'd have to remain in the Soup Kitchen overnight.

He catches motion outside the soup kitchen and ducks behind the small barricade, he peeks outside slightly and notices that there are none of the crazies outside...

There is however a man, who it is he can't tell, he doesn't look familiar, he's also armed with a gun. Jake's blood runs cold, his fears run wild and all sorts of possibilities emerge in his head.

However Jake finds a shimmer of hope: If he can ambush the man before he properly searches the place, he could get him to drop the gun and leave him alone, maybe even take him along with him as crazie-bait, not the most moral or ethical thing he'd do but hey, every man for himself.

Jake finds a decent hiding place from which he can quickly and silently rise up and hold the man at gunpoint, he pulls out his revolver and cocks the hammer, he silently prays he won't need to use it, with strange, unfamiliar feelings swimming through his head he stays completely still and tries to control his breathing in a way that won't be heard, and waits for the man to enter the Soup Kitchen...

Edited by zipscool

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((Seeing as everyone else is using third-person, I'll transition to that as well, and edit my former post.))

Jason Redfield

Three people. That's how many Jason counted altogether. The first had been an girl, who looked to be of Asian decent, wandering cautiously down a street to Jason's left, towards the soup-kitchen. She didn't seem to be armed, but Jace knew that appearances could be deceiving... and deadly. He tracked the girl, staying deathly still in his vantage point within the warehouse.

His next target had appeared moments later - a man converging upon the kitchen from a street to Redfield's right. He was dressed in a gray hoodie and black cargo pants, and brandished a very modern-looking handgun, but Jason couldn't ascertain the exact make of the weapon through his scope. This new target had leaned inside a car for several moments (probably scavenging for supplies, Jason thought), but his actions inside the vehicle couldn't be seen. He emerged after a while, and proceeded on along the road, coming ever closer to the soup-kitchen.

Redfield knew an encounter was steadily approaching - the girl and the new guy wouldn't spot each other until they were at spitting distance from one another. The reason for this was the shape of the two roads - they were in a V-angle, with the bottom of the "V" being where the two meet, which is also where the front entrance of the soup-kitchen was.

Jason began to swing back to the girl, when, as he scanned over the kitchen, he spotted more movement, this time inside of the soup-kitchen. A man was peeking outside of a window, and seemed to of spotted the guy on the right street. While checking to see if the occupant was armed, Redfield spotted the glimmer of metal. Before being able to make out more, the man darted back further into the soup-kitchen as if he was alarmed, possibly to a hostile extent.

Jason spoke for the first time in several hours, "Ah, the plot thickens..."

He weighed the situation. The girl seemed to pose little threat at the moment, she was at least a minute away from the kitchen, maybe more, at the pace she was going - the two men would be his primary focus for now. The man on the right street was making good progress on the kitchen - he'd be there in less than thirty seconds. Turning his scope back to the entrance of the soup-kitchen, Redfield spotted that distinctive glimmer of metal from earlier. Turning the knobs on his sight, he zoomed in for maximum magnification. In his view, he saw that the occupant of the kitchen had hid behind a, large, overturned table next to the entrance. Definitely in ambush position. The glimmer of metal came from the revolver he was holding. He cocked the hammer back, then it disappeared from view.

Now, Redfield did not have a direct visual on the man inside the building - he could only see the front of the table he was hiding behind. Thoughts darted throughout his mind - he knew what he would have to do. Settling on his crosshairs on center of the table, he prepared to fire. The bullet from his rifle would be able to penetrate the concealment and hit the ambusher, probably kill him.

Redfield pulled the trigger.

CLICK!

The M14 was not loaded.The former marine was only preparing himself for what might happen - he may have to take the shot in order to save the life of the man nearing the kitchen. No more games. Redfield reached over, and grabbed one of the magazines he had laid on the floor next to him, and jammed it into the rifle. Then, he grabbed the knob of the receiver and pulled it back slowly. He settled back into the sight, and subconsciously flipped off the safety. The for the encounter was almost here... only seconds away...

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Mei Yuan spotted movement coming from her front after travelling enough distance. She seemed to be sensing people everywhere- It was just one of the skills she learnt. She could smell two distinct persons ahead of her- She could barely tell the direction of the scent due to the wind- There was someone in the soup kitchen and the other was harder to locate- Perhaps in the building to her right. Quickly, she hid behind the boot of a van, and peeked from a corner of it, the man in the soup kitchen. Voices and sounds- Horrible sounds started to haunt her in her minds, the screams and shrieks of the infected, the voices of dead people. She could see the infected everywhere- All rushing at her, craving her flesh. The girl grabbed at her head and started shaking it, to make it all go away, but they wouldn't. She started banging her head against the van but her hallucinations still haunt her. She seemed to shrink into herself, sitting there with her thigh against her face, she wept for it to all go away. She missed the noise of a fired gun indicating a survivor as insanity was threatening to overtake her mind.

It seemed forever before it all stopped. Relieved that she was safe, she rested against the van, sitting down, to regain her composure before taking another peek at the man in the soup kitchen. Slowly, she inched her eye to the side of the van, and realized, real or not, that he is one of the infected. The hallucination version of the man turned his skinless face to glare at Mei Yuan. Startled, she moved out of view again.

Fighting against her fear, and rationalizing that she would need to scavenge for supplies from the soup kitchen to survive, she continued making her way towards the soup kitchen, this time behind the cover of a queue of abandoned cars. Her target was becoming bigger and bigger for every step she took, and all the more grim and foreboding as she got closer.

Edited by xbrianll

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Jake is sweating profusely, the man is probably only metres from the door by now.

A sudden noise inside the kitchen makes him snap his head to his right, he listens for noise... He can't hear anything... Not even the...

Jake's heart begins to pound in his chest, what could make the screamer stop... Screaming? Jake knows he risks being seen but something inside him tells him to find out what has happened in the basement, slowly, quietly, he edges towards a corner which leads to the basement.

Not hearing anything so far he is only more discomforted.

Closer to the corner now, Jake is exposed now, if the man comes through the door he'll have a clear shot at Jake's exposed backside.

Instantly Jake wondered, is the man just a guy with a gun or a crack-shot? He had no way of telling.

His sense of Self-preservation was practically yelling at him to get back behind the table but his curiosity, as well as his fear was aroused by the sudden lack of noise from the basement. He edged around the corner to catch a glimpse of the basement door... Open...

Movement in his peripheral vision made him look up facing his worst nightmare.

The Screamer had got out, Jake was damned if he knew how but the bitch had done it, and she wasn't looking too friendly at the moment.

"OH GOD...!" Jake had time to scream before the Screamer unleashed the full potential of it's vocals a mere foot away from Jake, instantly sending him into spasms and sending his vision swimming.

He was incapacitated, unable to move...

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Andrew didn't let that run in with the incapacitated infected get him down he moved with a purpose towards the soup kitchen excited by his find of the .40 caliber ammo. Andrew was glad .40 caliber was just as common as 9mm and .45 ammo now. It became a big hit with private gun owners. To bad the military hadn't switched to it yet but many police used it.

Andrew was almost to the door when he noticed that the place looked like some one had hastily barricaded the windows. He was hoping the doors would be unlocked when he thought he heard a banging some where around the corner like some one hitting a car. He also noticed screaming and banging coming from inside the soup kitchen. he felt the safety making sure it was still off and put his back to the wall. He reached the front door of the soup kitchen breathing in and out deeply to keep his heart rate down and from breathing to loud.

Then the screaming and banging stopped. What? Andrew thought as he peaked into a little window at the door. He could see a man holding a revolver looking around a corner that went down a hallway and seemed to go down into a flight of stairs. Andrew could only see his back but he seemed stuck in a trance. Then Andrew heard him let out a yell but it was soon drowned out by the scream of an infected. The man just stood their.

Shit! the man is in shock Andrew thought. He knew he didn't have much time. Kicking in the door Andrew moved in just in time to see a screamer running up the steps at the stunned man. It was a tricky shot since the man was between him and the screamer but Andrew saw his opportunity and took it. A loud Single shot rang out. The bullet went right over the mans shoulder and hit the infected in the head. There was an explosion of blood out the back that splattered on the the ceiling and the infected fell over back wards down the stairs. Andrew Realized it was a girl but they were all the same to him now.

With a slight ringing in his ears from the gunshot he loward the handgun a little making a note he had 9 shots left. It had been a long time since Andrew had ran into some one who seemed to still be living.

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Jason Redfield

Redfield watched as the ambusher in the diner left his hiding spot behind the table and proceeded towards the back of the establishment, out of visual range. Jason had gotten sloppy - and the situation had gone to heck. He had turned to check on the Asian girl, but she had disappeared from sight. In the back of his head, the marine knew he'd been detected. Fearing a sneak attack and readying himself for it, he slid his hand backwards, and unclasped the holster for his Glock. Then, before he could take any further action, there was a scream. Not any scream, but the one of a Howler. Redfield hated all of the Infected, but Howlers were even more despicable than the rest.

Seeing as how the scream was coming from the diner, it was obvious the occupant was being attacked by the Howler - sniping wouldn't do any good here. He stood up, gathered his gear, and rushed downstairs, stacking up at the warehouse front entrance. Jason cautiously raised his weapon, and used his left hand to open the warehouse door, holding his M14 with one hand, he proceeded out into the street, scanning for potential threats.

This thing was rapidly coming to a head - and Jason would be smack in the middle of it all - an ambusher in the kitchen, a mysterious girl, and a suspicious guy with the pistol, and to top it all off - a Howler. Pushing aside any further thought, Redfield rushed across the street, knowing that, in seconds, he'd be at the entrance to the kitchen, and right next to both of his former "targets"...

Then, before he'd made it across the street, he spotted the man from the right street - he was peeking in the window, obviously intent on the screams. He hadn't noticed Jason. The guy glared at something inside the kitchen, then he quickly kicked the door in and rushed in, handgun at the ready. With a second wind, Jace dashed across the rest of the street and into the kitchen, just as a shot rang out. Bringing the M14 to bear, he turned a corner to see both of the men he'd been observing. The guy from the street was nearer to him, and a few feet in front of him was the "ambusher". Finally, slumped at the bottom of the stairwell was the Howler. Jason had to admire this guy - he rushed in to assist the stranger - if only he'd known what this stranger had in mind for him mere seconds earlier.

Jason lowered his M14, but kept it ready. He decided to make his presence known.

"Hey. Don't panic, I'm here to help."

Both men turned and spotted him. It struck Jason that he must look pretty menacing with a gas mask and full MOPP gear on. However, before he could get a reply from either of the men, he heard the sound of crunching glass outside of the entrance...

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Jake is still on the ground, his vision is swimming and he can't hear or feel anything at all, he begins to wonder if the Screamer is at the moment chewing on his insides.

Jake then hears a soft noise, like a muffled gunshot, strange, there wasn't anyone near him except the... Jake felt suddenly at peace.

If the man was here and if the Screamer was indeed guzzling on his intestines he'd at least not turn... The guy would probably in all liklihood shoot him if his fears were confirmed.

He shut his eyes and waited for death, but his fear only made him splutter and cough up a bit of blood.

His head started to hurt and for some reason his hearing was returning... He was still quite dazed and unable to move his limbs though.

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Before Mei Yuan was able to reach the entrance of the soup kitchen, two persons had already ran in, one whom she was not able to detect and the other she smelt earlier. She followed them, eager to meet some other fellow survivors after being isolated for months. As she neared the door, there was the sound of crunching glass under her feet (Which accounts for what Redfield heard.), then realized that some of the windows are broken.

After barging into the building, the man in soldier uniform broke down the door, leaving a permanent opening into the building. Cautious as she was after surviving on her own, she peeked into the soup kitchen instead of rushing blindly in. There were three survivors, one more than how many the Martial artist have counted. There was supposed to be an infected inside- She rationalized it to be a mistake on her part. 'Na sie ren ker len sa ler na kuai wu... (Subtitles: Perhaps those men killed the monster...)', she thought, as she tried to explain away the descrepency, but in truth, unbeknownst to her, she hallucinated the third man to be an infected- She was nearing insanity.

The soldier and another guy was standing there, facing the third man, who was lying down, perhaps out of fear from an earlier scream of the infected. Silently, she stepped into the dark room. It was must have been a gift from the heavens above- For months she had never seen another survivor, and now there were three. But Mei Yuan was ever so cautious, she dared not step too far away from the exit. Instead, she leaned against the wall next to the door, juggling her Jian from her left hand to her right, the weapon spinning on her palm out of concealment behind her left arm. She put her now-free left hand behind her back, gripping hard on the handle of her M9 Beretta, which is concealed underneath her garments, hung on her pants.

The girl found it difficult to believe that they were survivors- She couldn't see their face yet or anything, and the third man who was lying down was arousing her suspicions. Tension gripped her as she continued to watch, just waiting for them to turn around.

Edited by xbrianll

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Jason Redfield

As soon he heard the sound of crunching glass, Redfield sensed an ambush. It came from years of training - it had developed into a kind of sixth sense. Some people may call it paranoia - Jason called it "tactical awareness".

The man in the hoodie hadn't replied yet, probably concerned about the guy lying on the stairs, and still stunned to see a soldier in full NBC gear standing above him. Just then, Jason felt a presence, he could feel someone watching him behind his back. Redfield considered that it was probably just the Asian girl, who had stepped on glass on the way in, but he was taking no chances. Jason considered trying to make a signal to the guy in front of him, if only to have backup, but he was doubtful of what his chances of doing so undetected by the watcher were. So, he made a mental count to three...

1... Redfield's hand slipped to his Glock's holster.

2... His hand wrapped around the weapon's handle tightly.

3!

Jason drew his weapon, flipped on the lime green laser sight, and jumped backwards against a wall in the stairwell. He brought his sidearm up with both hands, aiming at the entrance. Lo and behold, there stood the Asian girl peeking around the corner of the exit. The green dot of his laser settled on her heart, and he waited for her to speak, or to move...

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Jake shudders and a small river of blood runs from his mouth, he's still feeling the effects of the Screamer but he's well enough to try to get up.

Jake takes in his surroundings.

The man Jake saw stalking towards the kitchen earlier is there crouching over him, apparently his suspicions about him being a bandit or an ex-con who probably killed for pleasure in his life before the outbreak had come to nil, which suited him fine.

'More meat for the grinder' the phrase came up, only the meat now consisted of him as well as the other two... Not exactly a place he wanted to be.

Jake hauls himself to his feet, still a bit groggy after his encounted with the Screamer, he grimaces as he feels a pain in his stomach, he then wondered what made Screamers so... Deadly... It had to be something in their vocal chords but what?

He shook loose the question, he was alive, it didn't matter how or why it had happened but he was alive, and he intended to stay that way.

He looked at the man who had possibly saved his life, there was another man behind him, dressed in something that could be uniform, army uniform. He was pointing his gun at a corner, maybe he'd heard something.

"What happened" Jake asked, then suddenly gasped inwardly, his voice sounded all hoarse and dried up.

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Andrew was a bit stunned. shortly after shooting the infected in the head the man he had saved fell over. even a shorter time after that a soldier had ran in holding an M14. He had said something but Andrew didn't respond he was still perplexed by the man he had saved. Why did he freeze then fall over? it didn't make sense Andrew thought. Any one still alive by now should have better instincts. Andrew walked slowly towards the man which gave him a better view down into the basement. the body of the infected was crumbled on the floor.

The man slowly got up a little unstable. Andrew was a little worried about him. He was wearing some sort of homemade gas mask. It looked familiar but he couldn't place it. The soldier spun around pointing his glock at the door way. Andrew turned and looked. There stood a girl wearing a gas mask as well. She was holding a long knife of some sort. Asian design? Andrew wondered. Her other had was obviously on the hilt of a concealed handgun.

The man next to him said "what happened?" his voice horse he coughed a little again. That made Andrew really uneasy. Is he infected? it is a possibility the man did have a mask but it didn't look well designed. If he was infected how long has he been and how long did have have? The amount of time it takes to turn various from person to person. For some it only takes a day and others it can take a few weeks. All the while it did different things to their bodies. It was hard to tell sometimes if some one was infected or just had a normal illness.

Andrew was cautious and didn't turn his back on him but responded in hopefully a friendly voice. "You passed out when you saw the screamer on the stairs. Are you alright?" Andrew was still aware that the soldier was pointing his glock at the girl in the door still. Andrew also realized he was the only one not wearing a gas mask hopefully they asked questions first and didn't shoot him.

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The soldier turned around and pointed his pistol at her. Instinctually, she pointed her own pistol at him, and assumed a low stance, her Jian held in a ready position behind her- The result of years of intense martial arts training has made her reflexes quick. Her vision was a blur, and when it returned into focus, she realized how familiar the soldier is. The man in front of her was her father, in national guards uniform. He was smiling, just waiting for her to run up to him to be hugged. It seems that as the months passed she was becoming more and more unsound in the mind, due to isolation, losses and mental trauma that went berserk and untreated.

"Tie! (Subtitles: Father!)" Mei Yuan shouted, surprised that it was him, real or not it doesn't matter. She let her guard down and was about to run up to him when she saw what was behind him- The two men had turned out to be two monsters. One was getting up, and the other was growling, looking at her father with a pair of hungry, homicidal eyes, "Ba... (Subtitles: Daddy...)"

In a loving urge to preserve the life of her apparently surviving father, she shifted her aim at the 'monster' who was standing next to him, and squeezed the trigger, not bothering to aim at the head or anywhere else that would guarantee a kill or incapacitation.

Edited by xbrianll

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Jason Redfield

Redfield heard voices behind him, the voices of both the shooter and the man had passed out. The Asian girl's response to Jason having pointed a gun at her heart was understandably hostile. Keeping one hand on her blade, she pulled a concealed M9 Beretta. In response, Redfield had drawn his KA-BAR with his off-hand, and braced it under the handle of his sidearm.

Then, as he made direct eye-contact with the girl, he noticed her stare become vacant, then filled with emotion... some kind of recognition? He knew that stare - he was well-versed in reading people. Judging by her facial expression, something was definitely the matter, beyond the whole gun-pointing ordeal.

Her eyes locked onto his, and she spoke a single word: "Ba..."

Before Jason could make sense of it, she whipped her pistol around and fired into the stairwell behind him. In a quick decision, Redfield had already made his move milliseconds before the shot. He stepped into the line-of-fire, and instantly, the center of his Kevlar vest was shook by a hammer-like blow. He lost his balance, but his hand found the railing of the stairwell, and managed to steady himself. In the back of his mind, he knew that this girl was not in her right mind, so he decided to react with non-lethal force. Aiming at the top of the concrete door frame above the girl's head, he pulled the trigger four times. The material broke apart from the force of the rounds, and the girl instinctively raised her hands to block the rubble from colliding with her head.

Jason made his move, darting out of the stairwell to move in and disarm her. But the marine had made a mistake underestimating her - when he made it through the doorway, she was waiting for him.

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"Tie! Ni Jai Juo Se Mo!? (Subtitles: Father! What are you doing!)", Mei Yuan screamed as who she perceived as her father tried to attack her. Instinctually, she pinned one of his arms to the frame of the doorway he just went through, making sure that the pressure point on his elbow struck a corner of the wooden frame so that it would temporarily paralyze everything below the elbow. She would not want to kill her own father, so she had already earlier returned her Jian into its sheath, which was hung on her clothed belt. Her other hand was free, along with both her legs, ready to do anything as she saw fit for as long as she did not hurt her father- Who was in reality an unrelated survivor who was a soldier.

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Jason Redfield

Jason Redfield had been outplayed. As soon as he moved through the doorway, she had ambushed him, while speaking a sentence in Chinese - obviously her native tongue. Before he had a chance to react, she pinned his left arm against the door frame at a precise point resulting in a paralyzing, and incredibly painful nerve strike. Jason gritted his teeth and yelled out in agony. He couldn't move his left arm below the elbow, and it tingled with pain. His right arm, while still functional, had also been pinned by the girl.

While it was obvious this girl had serious martial arts training, Redfield had received some training in this field as well. She couldn't be more than 17, so Redfield decided his best move was to attempt to overpower her with his superior strength. Attempting to push her arms away to throw her off-balance, he whipped his head forward, striking her in the face with a vicious, but limited head butt. She fell backward onto the ground, striking her head hard against the tile floor.

It was time to try and reason with her.

Jason knew very little Chinese, but he had to make an attempt.

"Wo shi mei ba. Wo xu ni wei jiao dian."

(Subtitles: "I am not father. I need you to focus.")

((Yeah, I probably completely butchered that Chinese. The words came from some Chinese-English dictionary I found from Google, but at least I made an attempt :-P))

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"Wo shi mei ba. Wo xu ni wei jiao dian. (Subtitles: I am no more daddy. I need you*Incoherent*)" The soldier said after knocking Mei Yuan down. The girl was too stunned to catch what he was trying to say. The headbutt was unexpected- She never expected her father to hurt her that way. Her vision was a blur after that, she could barely even make out the features of her father's face. In front of her, the person was no longer her father, but a Writher screaming down her knocking and convulsing like a creature straight from a horror movie. She had seen such a creature before, from her madeshift home, under the dim light of a dying streetlamp- an experience which scared her. Now she was face to face with an illusional one, and was paralyzed with fear- It was evident that fear has overtaken her, one could easily tell from how she trembles, the look on her face and how she was unable to react to the 'monster' in front of her.

A pool of blood was starting to form from beneath Mei Yuan's head as it penetrates the synthetic cloth that lines the back of the mask. The fall was hard on her skull, resulting in a blunt trauma inflicted by the floor. The girl blacked out just as she unsheathed her sword half-way.

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Jason had hoped that his attempt to reason with her would work - but it didn't seem to do so. She looked at him once again with that odd look - a look of fear. Then, she began to pull her blade from the sheath on her belt. Redfield instinctively moved backwards, assuming a defensive stance. But it was unnecessary - the girl's head rolled over as she fell into unconsciousnesses. Jason noticed a pool of blood seeping out from behind her head and realized that the impact with the floor must have shook her up. He walked forward cautiously, and leaned over to check her pulse. It was steady. He picked her up, and carried her over to a booth across the room, setting her down gently. He could only hope she'd be in a better state of mind when she awoke. Nonetheless, he collected both her blade and Beretta. After collecting his gear, he walked back to the stairwell and looked upon the two men before calling out to them.

"Hey, are you two okay? We've got some stuff to take care of."

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If your life did flash before your eyes in near death experiences Andrew probably would have had that. It was a little disappointing it didn't. The girl and the soldier had been pointing guns at each other. The girl got a weird look in her eyes and then swung the gun and pointed it right at his chest. Andrew was stunned and he was locked in surprise. Before the gun fired a shape moved between them and another loud ring assaulted his ears. The soldier stumbled back a feet then fired his gun multiple times. Andrew ducked into a crouch and watched as the soldier made a move at the girl. She pinned him against the door though with the percision counter attack of a trained fighter. The soldier seemed caught off guard at first but then head butted her. She fell to the ground and seemed to have passed out.

Andrew let out a breath of relief as the soldier picked her up and carried her inside. The soldier took her handgun, which Andrew recognized as a beretta m9, and some small blade. He had laid her down in a booth inside the soup kitchen and then turned to Andrew and the stranger next to him. "Hey, are you two okay? We've got some stuff to take care of," came the soldiers voice through the mask.

"I'm fine," Andrew said "what do you need me to do?" He took a step closer to the soldier. Andrew's gun was held casually down at his thigh but he was ready for anything and swore to himself he wouldn't be caught of guard the next time some one pointed a gun at him.

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The man from the street looked back to Jason and said that he was fine, and asked what needed to be done.

"Alright", Jason said, "First, we need to get rid of that body." He gestured to the Howler corpse at the bottom of the stairs.

"Then, we need to barricade this building - the Infected will have heard the shots. They're probably on their way here right now."

Without another word, he walked off to get to work. He had not stated his own name, nor asked the name of either man in the stairwell.

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Jake suddenly could move and hear properly again, he also hurt like hell.

"Aaaghh that hurts like a sonuvabastard!" Jason cries in pain. Curling up into a foetal ball in some instinctive way to make the pain go away.

While Jason was curled up into the ball he heard talk, then a shot, then more shots.

Panicked, Jake grabbed the revolver he'd dropped and, without thinking, fired two shots at nothing in particular, surprising the other two people in the kitchen.

Unlike the glocks the other two had been using the revolver had a lot more power and kick. It also made a lot louder bang than the Glocks.

He froze, spotting that he had achieved little more than make a few semi-large bullet holes in the apparently already damaged wall.

A matter of seconds later a large howl echoed from somewhere in the city, it was no screamer that made the noise, nor was it a large collection of infected.

It was something else, something vicious, and in all liklihood:

Something hungry...

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The soldier said to get the body out and start barricading. Most of the windows were already blocked off with stuff. The only real point of entry was the front door Andrew had broken to get in. Staying here might not be a good idea but they might not be able to move either with injured people. Andrew didn't mind getting rid of the body though. It was pretty easy picking up the lifeless form of the shrieker. It was at some point a pretty slendor female and was easy to throw out the door into the street.

Andrew thought barricading could wait a second if they did need to get out there was a back door and personally Andrew wanted all his magazines filled. He picked a clean table and sat at it. He pulled out the box of .40 caliber and loaded the two emptry magazines. Andrew had 4 magazines on his belt. Held there by a magazine holster. It was a little larger military one designed to hold four mags. Andrew then dropped the magazine out of the gun and stuck six rounds in it. That gave him 14 in the mag and one in the chamber. Andrew felt a little more secure with all the mags loaded. He had used 32 round from the box though and it only had 18 rounds left, which he securely put back in his bag.

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