East River Crossing

(from here)



Jack rolled down the street, ahead of Carrie, Scotty, Ed, Rafe, Jane, Gwen, and the others with Cassie in tow. He wasn't aware of Ed's memory loss yet, a disheartening bit of news he would find out later... for the time being, he weaved around panic driven survivors and infected alike before coming to another screeching halt! "FUCK!" Spat Jack, who stopped before running into the trunk of a crashed 4 door sedan. Not just one... the entire bridge had a massive pileup of abandoned vehicles! "We don't have time to go around this bull shit...!" He spat, before he noticed a SWAT Van parked on the other side with its flashers on; two men in blue running about! "HEY! OVER HERE!" He called out to the officers as a gunshot rang out. It was from a high powered rifle, not too different from the one they heard earlier, but it was different as Jack could tell the difference. He felt the heat of the round pass by his head, heard the whizzing of the speedy cartridge, and turned to see a zombie without an upper part of his head slumping over.

Glancing across the bridge, from a rooftop of a hotel, a sniper waved with a broad grin...

(from here)

Captain Cahill manned the S.W.A.T. Van carrying Officers Andre 'Tank' Westport and Carl 'Hillbilly' McInnis to the west bank of the Circular River, the western side of East River Crossing, one of the main bridges needed to be destroyed aside from Water Street Bridge which was located a couple blocks away, south of Raven Gate Bridge off Ennerdale Street. Navigating the twists and turns of this chaotic Raccoon City was surreal. He passed numerous 'crimes' he would have stopped for several hours earlier ranging from erratic/negligent driving to murder! But these weren't the same city streets when he woke up this morning... this city was rapidly becoming a war zone! God damn... this city is truly becoming a living Hell... all the more reason to blow those bridges to smithereens! He told himself as he parked off the curb near the sight of the bridge. His face was in utter awe as he looked past the windshield of the vehicle. The bridge was overladen with crashed vehicles! Carcusses of humans and infected alike draped over windshields, trapped people screaming as they were torn apart by the turned, cannibalistic freaks.

"Load up ladies!" Cahill addressed the two with him for this suicide mission. "Channel 3 Comms, Hillbilly I want you to get atop the Melbrooke Hotel and lay down some cover fire for us, Tank I want you to take your charges and wire up Water Street bridge then regroup on Ravengate to assist patrol officers with the evacuation to the station!" He commanded as he exited the vehicle, a zombie rushing him and biting down on the thick fabric of his shoulder and the padding with his police patch sewn into it. Cahill could feel the pressure, but the fabric and armor did its job in preventing a full on bite as he judo threw the zombie before crushing its skull with his heavy boot! Blood and skull fragments shot up and stained his pantleg as he grunted, pulling out his Browning HiPower and made his way around the back. Officer Carl 'Hillbilly' McInnis was already gone, and Officer Westport was loading up his pack with the satchel charges. He nodded to the Officer before grabbing his SPAS from the weapon rack and began to load it with shells off his shoulder bandolier. He grabbed the duffel bag containing the remaining charges and looped it around his shoulder, his HiPower in one hand, his shotgun held by the grip in his left as he exited back to the street.
Captain Cahill kicks a zombie in the face before placing a bullet from his sidearm into its skull. He slides the firearm back into his thigh holster before pumping the SPAS12:



He began approaching East River Crossing's bridge as civilians fled said byway. The former one way bridge was a mess: vehicles on Cahill's side were facing the correct way, heading east, but a number of them had collided with vehicles going the wrong way, westward and towards him. It was clear to see that the accident was the cause of panic driven citizens, but now their mistakes made the bridge nigh impossible to cross.

"I don't think Larry'll be able to tow those cars out, Cap. Them cars are packed tighter than sardines, shitdon'tflinch!" Carl spoke up before a gunshot rang out from the rooftop behind Cahill. Unmoving, Joe felt the heat of a bullet travel just past by his left shoulder and into a lunging dog he wasn't aware of till the report of Carl's sniper rifle! Joe looked over at the fallen creature, and could see it bore resemblance to the zombies and the infected dogs he ran into with Brianna and Kiko. "Heh, I ever tell you I'm glad you transferred from Kentucky kid? You'd have made a hell of a S.T.A.R.S. member!" Cahill praised the young, 24 year old sniper.

"B'aw Cap, I bet you say that to all the fellas!" Carl chuckled over the short range radio comms.

"Nah, only the ladies." Joe smirked before hearing laughter from Andre's channel and Carl's. The humor was uplifting and needed for the current situation, given Cahill had to now walk across the tops of crashed vehicles to get to the struts of the bridge. All the while, look through the mangled mess of the crash victims in the hopes he could maybe save any who were still among the living...

He was about to cross when he saw flashing red and blue lights, and the brights of a motorcycle rolling up across the mangled mess of cars:

Jack Taylor wrote:(from here)



Jack rolled down the street, ahead of Carrie, Scotty, Ed, Rafe, Jane, Gwen, and the others with Cassie in tow. He wasn't aware of Ed's memory loss yet, a disheartening bit of news he would find out later... for the time being, he weaved around panic driven survivors and infected alike before coming to another screeching halt! "FUCK!" Spat Jack, who stopped before running into the trunk of a crashed 4 door sedan. Not just one... the entire bridge had a massive pileup of abandoned vehicles! "We don't have time to go around this bull shit...!" He spat, before he noticed a SWAT Van parked on the other side with its flashers on; two men in blue running about! "HEY! OVER HERE!" He called out to the officers as a gunshot rang out. It was from a high powered rifle, not too different from the one they heard earlier, but it was different as Jack could tell the difference. He felt the heat of the round pass by his head, heard the whizzing of the speedy cartridge, and turned to see a zombie without an upper part of his head slumping over.

Glancing across the bridge, from a rooftop of a hotel, a sniper waved with a broad grin...

"Nice shootin' Kid." Cahill said, cupping the left receiver of his headphones with his left hand, before glancing over at...

"Holy shit, its Jack!" spat Carl before Cahill could.



Jack Taylor, a supposed ex military veteran who moved into the city a couple of years back. A cocky son of a bitch who ran his bar, 'Jay's' not too far from here. Jack was... eccentric, to say the least. He had a bunch of notices and tickets for disturbing the peace, aggravated assault, as well as an arrest record as the RPD had to hold him more than a couple of times for ownership of illegal weapons and other similar contraband. Even now, he could see the shotgun on the man's back was a military grade one, but given light of the situation? God bless rednecks.

"Jack?! What the hell you doing here? Not causing more trouble I hope!" Screamed the Captain from beyond the number of crashed vehicles. It was then he noticed the woman riding behind him, and then the bloodstained ambulance rolling to a stop behind Jack.