Water Treatment Facility: Shed

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Jack swung his body into the room, sweeping the room with his handgun! He saw nothing that could be a threat. Carefully, he side stepped towards his blindspot, and held out the handgun to the corner. Nothing.

"Hah..." he sighed, sliding his gun back into his holster. "No zombies or Frog Fucks in here!" He called back to Sersh, and began to look around quickly. It looked like a storage area with various discarded equipment, lumber, oil cans, blueprints of the waterworks, and other old and aging supplies discarded down here from the late 60s. Wait, blueprints?

He quickly walked up to the shelf which held the map, and it was even marked! "Hey! I found a freakin' map! Seems like we're in the storage shed. Huh... there seems to be an exit if we continue down the path we didn't take in the next hall over, the one with the duty board on the wall where that other zombie is laying dead." He explained.

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Sersh entered the room after Jack, and swept it similarly to Jack with the rifle, but there didn't appear to be anything dangerous in sight. She heard Jack say similar... but her eyes were suddenly locked onto something in front of her that Jack overlooked upon sweeping the room. Her jaw dropped and she lowered her gun, before sliding the strap over her shoulder again, and began to walk towards the item...

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:[from here]

Jack swung his body into the room, sweeping the room with his handgun! He saw nothing that could be a threat. Carefully, he side stepped towards his blindspot, and held out the handgun to the corner. Nothing.

"Hah..." he sighed, sliding his gun back into his holster. "No zombies or Frog Fucks in here!" He called back to Sersh, and began to look around quickly.  It looked like a storage area with various discarded equipment, lumber, oil cans, blueprints of the waterworks, and other old and aging supplies discarded down here from the late 60s. Wait, blueprints?

He quickly walked up to the shelf which held the map, and it was even marked! "Hey! I found a freakin' map! Seems like we're in the storage shed. Huh... there seems to be an exit if we continue down the path we didn't take in the next hall over, the one with the duty board on the wall where that other zombie is laying dead." He explained.

Saoirse was amazed, as she lifted the heavy, dusty weapon from the shelf and slowly peeked around the corner at Jack. "That so? A map? That's nice..." She then stepped out, producing the dusty weapon in general.



"I found a super shotgun. What the hell is this thing?" She laughed, holding it up, finger away from the trigger as she hefted the somewhat heavy thing around!

Jack turned to face the redhead poking her head from around the corner, looking unamused as she then revealed the familiar looking weapon! He blinked, his eyes large. "...Sersh. Is that real?" He asked, suddenly pocketing the map, and walked up to her and it. As he got closer, he could see the large muzzle, could see the slight rifling in the light of the flickering amber lights, the tangent flip up sights as she swung it around. "...Sersh. You're holding a grenade launcher." he says bluntly. "Its a M79, the grenade launchers the Army used during the Vietnam War. Aren't we underneath a Medical University? What the hell is something like this doing here?" He questioned out loud, mostly to himself than Saoirse, as he watched her play with a weapon that could easily destroy this room, killing them both in the process!

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:Jack turned to face the redhead poking her head from around the corner, looking unamused as she then revealed the familiar looking weapon! He blinked, his eyes large. "...Sersh. Is that real?" He asked, suddenly pocketing the map, and walked up to her and it. As he got closer, he could see the large muzzle, could see the slight rifling in the light of the flickering amber lights, the tangent flip up sights as she swung it around. "...Sersh. You're holding a grenade launcher." he says bluntly. "Its a M79, the grenade launchers the Army used during the Vietnam War. Aren't we underneath a Medical University? What the hell is something like this doing here?" He questioned out loud, mostly to himself than Saoirse, as he watched her play with a weapon that could easily destroy this room, killing them both in the process!

Saoirse's smirk quickly faded as she realized the severity of her careless wielding of the grenade launcher as the couple turned their now large eyes on the weapon! "W-wait, a grenade launcher? What the hell is something like this doing in a sewer?!" She screamed, almost ready to toss the thing before realizing doing so could make the room, maybe even them, explode! "Holy shit man, what... why? Why is something like this down here? It looks like it's been here for a while, see!" she said, pointing to the shelf. "The dust just piles up around it! Who the hell puts a grenade launcher down here? God, is it loaded??" She gasped, shaking now, and then presented it to Jack, length wise. "H-here, you take it! I don't wanna accidentally blow ourselves up!" She gulped.

Jack carefully took the 'super shotgun' as Sersh put it, and shook his head side to side. "It should be fine, they've got a safety just like any other gun. In a way, you're kinda right calling it a 'super shotgun' at least in the sense of how its operated." He explained, as he noticed the familiar lever switch atop the gun. "Its probably not even loaded," he continued, as he showed her how to break it open. "You push the lever here to the side like any other break-action shotgun," he says this as he operates the lever and began pushing down the barrel. "push down the barrel and-" he pauses and blinks.

What greets them is neither an empty chamber nor a plug to indicate this thing being some sort of replica. Instead, a brass coin like face greeted their azure and emerald gaze. They were... both familiar with this shape by now, given how they just divvied up ammo between them. It was the back of a shell, a cartridge, primer still intact. Set around the shell's outer ring into the surface of the shell nestled inside the M79's chamber read:

"40×46 mm 'Fizz' Acid Shell, Product of Umbrella Inc."

Jack snapped the barrel shut and slid the safety to the 'on' position. "...well, I stand corrected. Whatever this 'fizz' is, seems Umbrella makes them for God knows what... why is a pharmaceutical company making specialty rounds for grenade launchers?!" He shouted out loud, before turning to Sersh. "Sorry for my outburst... but... I've come across a lot of weird shit in the past seven or so hours and for like the last five Umbrella has been tied to something I can't rightly explain. Like the weird factory room I was in with the Gammas or 'Frog Fucks' as you call'em, then my slip'n slide wunder ride through the Goddamn sewers after nearly drowning in that death trap! Umbrella IDs needed to pass through certain parts of the sewers... what the hell is going on under Raccoon? How long has there been shit happening under it all?" He asked, now realizing he sounded crazy.

The mention of Umbrella made her skin crawl. She began tugging on her sidelocks again, out of a nervous habit. "I-I dunno dude, but this shit's fucking bonkers! Dr. Greg said it was Umbrella's fault that shit was happening, but... that would also mean he's telling the truth! You said Gamma?! OH God... Oh God... maybe he isn't crazy!" She shivered with fear as she felt gooseflesh over her entire body! Does that mean mom...? Mom knew about this stuff? No... no its gotta be a coincidence! Just... a fucked up coincidence...! She told herself, her eyes wavering as she looked back at Jack. "...we really need to get out of here." She gulped.

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:The mention of Umbrella made her skin crawl. She began tugging on her sidelocks again, out of a nervous habit. "I-I dunno dude, but this shit's fucking bonkers! Dr. Greg said it was Umbrella's fault that shit was happening, but... that would also mean he's telling the truth! You said Gamma?! OH God... Oh God... maybe he isn't crazy!" She shivered with fear as she felt gooseflesh over her entire body! Does that mean mom...? Mom knew about this stuff? No... no its gotta be a coincidence! Just... a fucked up coincidence...! She told herself, her eyes wavering as she looked back at Jack. "...we really need to get out of here." She gulped.

"Was it? I mean... it would make sense, given Umbrella's got influence with the CDC and shit, they're always trying to help make vaccines and remedies, but I find it hard to believe the same company that makes fucking face cream is also dishing out monsters on the side for... 'just cuz' reasons!" Jack replied, also shocked as her. However, this Dr. Greg seemed to know quite a bit, and that seemed to trouble Saoirse more than anything else... He approached her and she turned to him, telling him they needed to leave. "...I'm with you." Jack nodded, and shouldered their new, horrifying and earth shattering find around his shoulder in a similar manner to his rifle in case he needed to draw either weapon. "Well, we may as well continue on the path, back through the A passage outside toward's B and where it leads. "I'm not sure what this room is with the yellow lines are, but this looks like a ladder leading straight up to the surface." He explained as he produced the map he had found, showing it under his flashlight for Sersh to see.

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:The mention of Umbrella made her skin crawl. She began tugging on her sidelocks again, out of a nervous habit. "I-I dunno dude, but this shit's fucking bonkers! Dr. Greg said it was Umbrella's fault that shit was happening, but... that would also mean he's telling the truth! You said Gamma?! OH God... Oh God... maybe he isn't crazy!" She shivered with fear as she felt gooseflesh over her entire body! Does that mean mom...? Mom knew about this stuff? No... no its gotta be a coincidence! Just... a fucked up coincidence...! She told herself, her eyes wavering as she looked back at Jack. "...we really need to get out of here." She gulped.

"Was it? I mean... it would make sense, given Umbrella's got influence with the CDC and shit, they're always trying to help make vaccines and remedies, but I find it hard to believe the same company that makes fucking face cream is also dishing out monsters on the side for... 'just cuz' reasons!" Jack replied, also shocked as her. However, this Dr. Greg seemed to know quite a bit, and that seemed to trouble Saoirse more than anything else... He approached her and she turned to him, telling him they needed to leave. "...I'm with you." Jack nodded, and shouldered their new, horrifying and earth shattering find around his shoulder in a similar manner to his rifle in case he needed to draw either weapon. "Well, we may as well continue on the path, back through the A passage outside toward's B and where it leads. "I'm not sure what this room is with the yellow lines are, but this looks like a ladder leading straight up to the surface." He explained as he produced the map he had found, showing it under his flashlight for Sersh to see.

She would have laughed at Jack's remark, but the worried redhead was too anxious to do so as he approached her and showed off the map's details. She was silent at first, but nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, that sounds like a decent plan. Seems like the Water Tank we couldn't enter would have lead us to the same place as well in time. I'd say lets go for it, and think of this 'Umbrella stuff' later. Its just too much to take in right now, am I right?" She half scoffed, blinking her long, dark lashes at him. She noticed another can of first aid spray in the corner of her eye, and grabbed it, sliding it into her pack. "I think we got all we need in here, lets just keep moving."

Jack nodded back. "That sounds like a plan, Ms. O'Neil." He smirked, heading for the door first again, taking point once more. "Lets do this."

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Jack Cavanaugh wrote:Jack nodded back. "That sounds like a plan, Ms. O'Neil." He smirked, heading for the door first again, taking point once more. "Lets do this."

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Saoirse remained silent, unable to think of anything else to say as Jack took charge once more. So much... so much was now falling upon her shoulders as she began to hear Dr. Greg Mueller's words echoing in her head. Was she... immune? To what was going on in the city?

She silently followed after Jack...

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