Sporting equipment storage

Rin Kendo wrote:Rin continued to run till she no longer could hear the moans and snarls behind her, and slowly came to a sudden pause herself. The 5'5 woman looked around, looking back at where she ran from. They were somewhere down the corridors, but out of sight. She backed up, thinking of her next move. She didn't have a car, nor did she live in the dorms here, she lived in West Raccoon City, and took the bus or subway to get to the campus! How was she supposed to get out of here? She wasn't sure if those things were... real, but that gun didn't sound like some pussy blank pistol prop gun! She was also sure she'd seen that Campus Guard before and they couldn't afford to goof around, even if they're not on the clock. She had to put that idea that this was some sort of movie shoot aside, and think...

She remembered, just before he vanished, her father and uncle's best friend, Barry Burton, a bear of a man with a thick beard to boot had told them something in confidence. That he had seen some fucked up shit at the Spencer Mansion, that he needed to tell someone about it or he felt he'd go insane. She was eavesdropping... she thought she heard something about an infection, and that he had fought 'zombies' up in the manor. She just laughed it off, thinking it was another one of Barry's lame jokes, even her father thought it was a little funny but... she noticed that the shop increased its stock nearly three-fold since the conversation with the S.T.A.R.S. member...

She didn't want to accept that stupid idea, but she was gonna find a way out and around these smelly things. She was close to where the archery team stored their equipment, so if they weren't intimidated by her physique, she could always threaten them with a bow and arrow. She had some bow hunting experience, so she knew how to use them well enough. Plus they were normally fun to shoot, not that she'd shoot one of these people... God forbid if it came to that!

She decided to have a look around, trying the doors for the equipment rooms.

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Rin had entered the sporting equipment storage area, within stood piles upon piles of stores, nets, balls, bats and everything requires for many different sports, boating, and camping.Archery and clay shooting equipment was stored in the secure section in the back.

As soon as Rin pushed open the doors to the store room, she was overcome with the smell of soft leather, old sweat and feet from the musty room. She enters, searching for a light switch before saying 'screw it' and entered using her shoes to prop the doors open so it could let in some light:



The smooth pads of her toes and heels touched the cool concrete floor as she entered, rummaging through the various sports equipment. She saw the clay pigeons for the shooting courses back in August, but the rifles weren't stored on campus, but the range the shooting class went to via bus. She did see a box of .22LR however mysteriously left on the cabinet where the clay pigeons were stored. She didn't bother with it, and looked instead for the archery class's things. While about the room, she took one of the wooden baseball bats off the rack and swung it lightly. She thought it might do the trick, she didn't need to go overboard after all. However... Barry's words from that night kept affecting her rationality. I think I really should grab a bow and a few arrows. Could use this gym bag for a quiver, just in case this is seriously a horror movie now! She decided she'd borrow the gear for now, and thus slipped the bat into her bag, as well as the small, dusty box of .22LR just in case.

She found where the bows were stored, and decided to pull one off the wall where they hung. They were heavily used, not too durable either- she was pretty sure she may snap the thing with enough force on the pull. "Hmm... may as well just in case. Now, where are those arrows..." She mumbled, searching for the projectiles.

Darkstorm Zero wrote:After searching for a while, the Arrows can be located beneath the bow rack, stored in drawer sets. A brace of six arrows each, several braces in the drawer each of different colors. However, these arrows are practice arrows. Used for paper target shooting. While they can be fatal, they arn't meant for hunting or combat shooting.



12 braces of arrows available, 12 x 6 = 72 arrows found.

She checked the long, fiberglass arrows. They weren't too strong, but they'd fill their roles nicely enough. She began to place the braces into her nylon gym bag, the bag expanding slightly thanks to their long shafts. She didn't take all that was before her, only ending up taking about 24 of the 72 available, feeling a bit paranoid, but she also didn't have that much room with the bat and her clothes, body lotion, care products...

"Think that should be enough..." She says out loud, when she thought she heard something shuffling behind her...

The thudding drew closer to the doors, before they opened revealing a man wearing a tracksuit, and covered on blood and badly wounded. He was breathing raggedly, blood dripping from his mouth, and his eyes frantic and panicked. His right arm was jerking behind the door wierdly, seemingly struggling against something.

After a few fearful yelps he collapsed through the door, before scrambling to close them. His right hand held onto a small survival knife in a death grip. his fingers bleeding and bruised.

he tried to take in some deep breaths once he closed the doors, but coughed up more blood. He looked like he had just run a marathon through a meat grinder that was cranked up to eleven. Turning his back on the door, the young man sat down against it, his head rolled back and eyes closed as he tried to regain whatever strength he could. he did not notice the door to the storage room was open.

Random NPCs wrote:The thudding drew closer to the doors, before they opened revealing a man wearing a tracksuit, and covered on blood and badly wounded. He was breathing raggedly, blood dripping from his mouth, and his eyes frantic and panicked. His right arm was jerking behind the door wierdly, seemingly struggling against something.

After a few fearful yelps he collapsed through the door, before scrambling to close them. His right hand held onto a small survival knife in a death grip. his fingers bleeding and bruised.

he tried to take in some deep breaths once he closed the doors, but coughed up more blood. He looked like he had just run a marathon through a meat grinder that was cranked up to eleven. Turning his back on the door, the young man sat down against it, his head rolled back and eyes closed as he tried to regain whatever strength he could. he did not notice the door to the storage room was open.

She couldn't see who it was, they were out of view, so she cautiously walked over to the hallway again, slowly peeking her head out to investigate. A little down the hall, she notices the bleeding young man, a knife clung deeply in his hand. She could see the exhaustion on his face, and she was sure it wasn't solely because he was wearing a track suit. She didn't know what to do, trying to be cautious, she hid most of her frame behind the door, her brown eyes peeking over the edge. He looks badly injured... don't want to startle him though. She thought, and decided to clear her throat to get his attention.

Rin Kendo wrote:She couldn't see who it was, they were out of view, so she cautiously walked over to the hallway again, slowly peeking her head out to investigate. A little down the hall, she notices the bleeding young man, a knife clung deeply in his hand. She could see the exhaustion on his face, and she was sure it wasn't solely because he was wearing a track suit. She didn't know what to do, trying to be cautious, she hid most of her frame behind the door, her brown eyes peeking over the edge. He looks badly injured... don't want to startle him though. She thought, and decided to clear her throat to get his attention.

The man startled as his head jerked up and looked about frantically. His left eye wide open, iris pin-pricked, while his right eye was swollen shut, blackened and bleeding. When his good eye finally located her, his voice cracked in a half pained gasp and half choked frightened sob. "R.... R..R. Rin... E.... Everything H-has gone mad!" he finally choked out. it was obvious the fright was in his voice, but also excruciating agony. "Z-Zomb-bies... They ate Ms.Parker and T..T-Tom..." he stuttered out.

"I.... I don't feel good... Some of the fuckers got me bad...." he confessed.

She slowly pulled away from the storage room and into the hall when she realized he wasn't a threat. Sadly, she had no idea who he was. He looked familiar, but in the end it didn't matter she supposed. She walks up to him, hunkering down, inspecting his wounds with a look of stoicism, but in truth she was just as much terrified as him! "Not good..." She remarked his wounds, before looking at his good eye. "What happened? What did you mean they were eaten? Zombies?" She asked. Ms. Parker was one of the professors, and she didn't know Tom, but assumed it was a friend of his.

Rin Kendo wrote:She slowly pulled away from the storage room and into the hall when she realized he wasn't a threat. Sadly, she had no idea who he was. He looked familiar, but in the end it didn't matter she supposed. She walks up to him, hunkering down, inspecting his wounds with a look of stoicism, but in truth she was just as much terrified as him! "Not good..." She remarked his wounds, before looking at his good eye. "What happened? What did you mean they were eaten? Zombies?" She asked. Ms. Parker was one of the professors, and she didn't know Tom, but assumed it was a friend of his.

"It's like an old horror movie....Rotten corpses, moving on their own.... and cannibalizing people. They killed T-Tom... and the teach..., took a few bites out of me too... *COUGH!!*" he sputtered, before spitting out a mouth full of blood and spittle onto the ground beside him.

"I... don't think.... I.... I feel cccc-cold-d-d" he said, reaching into his track jacket pocket, before pulling out a cigarette and a lighter. He took the tobacco product between his lips, and lit it. He drew on the smoking cigarette and let out a cloud of aromatic smoke. "I.... I don't think....I'm gonna make it. Here." he said, handing Rin his lighter and knife. "You'll need this more than me...."

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Rin Kendo wrote:She slowly pulled away from the storage room and into the hall when she realized he wasn't a threat. Sadly, she had no idea who he was. He looked familiar, but in the end it didn't matter she supposed. She walks up to him, hunkering down, inspecting his wounds with a look of stoicism, but in truth she was just as much terrified as him! "Not good..." She remarked his wounds, before looking at his good eye. "What happened? What did you mean they were eaten? Zombies?" She asked. Ms. Parker was one of the professors, and she didn't know Tom, but assumed it was a friend of his.

"It's like an old horror movie....Rotten corpses, moving on their own.... and cannibalizing people. They killed T-Tom... and the teach..., took a few bites out of me too... *COUGH!!*" he sputtered, before spitting out a mouth full of blood and spittle onto the ground beside him.

"I... don't think.... I.... I feel cccc-cold-d-d" he said, reaching into his track jacket pocket, before pulling out a cigarette and a lighter. He took the tobacco product between his lips, and lit it. He drew on the smoking cigarette and let out a cloud of aromatic smoke. "I.... I don't think....I'm gonna make it. Here." he said, handing Rin his lighter and knife. "You'll need this more than me...."

If she wasn't thinking the same, and if it wasn't for his terrible wounds, she wouldn't have believed him. "No wonder... smoking kills quick, you know." she said in a dead pan manner. She looks at the knife and the lighter, and slowly reached for them.

Rin Kendo wrote:If she wasn't thinking the same, and if it wasn't for his terrible wounds, she wouldn't have believed him. "No wonder... smoking kills quick, you know." she said in a dead pan manner. She looks at the knife and the lighter, and slowly reached for them.

The man let Rin take the items. and his hand fell back to the polished hardwood floor. "Now..... Get outta here... It won't be long before..... b-before they find their way in h-here... Don't wwwwwwworry about me..."

He took another drag of the cigarette in his mouth and looked up- and then the light left his eyes. his final breath exhaled the smoke he drew, and then he became still.

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Rin Kendo wrote:If she wasn't thinking the same, and if it wasn't for his terrible wounds, she wouldn't have believed him. "No wonder... smoking kills quick, you know." she said in a dead pan manner. She looks at the knife and the lighter, and slowly reached for them.

The man let Rin take the items. and his hand fell back to the polished hardwood floor. "Now..... Get outta here... It won't be long before..... b-before they find their way in h-here... Don't wwwwwwworry about me..."

He took another drag of the cigarette in his mouth and looked up- and then the light left his eyes. his final breath exhaled the smoke he drew, and then he became still.

She took the items gratefully, before watching him slip away. She closed her eyes feeling a little numb to the scene before her. Granted, she didn't know him, nor the people he dealt with before coming here- but the fact remained they died to whatever was going on outside. Their sacrifice confirmed for her that whatever was going on in the campus wasn't some sick joke, movie skit or prank gone horribly wrong. The bite wounds over the student's body confirmed it. She checked his pockets and found his wallet, checking his ID. "I'll won't let your sacrifice go in vain Joey Marcel." She says, setting his wallet back into his pocket and then closed his eyes. She walked back to the storage room grabbing another bundle of arrows before taking her shoes from the storage doors and slipped them back on.

She slipped the newly acquired lighter and survival knife into her gym bag before equipping her bow. She glances at the items for a moment, before frantically moving to a recycling bin and dragged it, returning to the storage room. Using her knife, she removes the heads of the .22LR bullets in her possession, and dumps the powder into the miniature plastic bottles she also collected from the recycling bin. She ended up dumping nearly the entire box's worth of .22 LR into two bottles. She did some searching and found a bottle of glue, glued a .22 casing to the underside of a bottle cap for both bottles. Using two arrows with red fletchings, to help indicate their volatile load, she carefully drills a hole with the knife on the bottom side of the bottles, and stabs the arrows till their sharp points were pressed just tight enough against the primer of the casings half buried in gun powder. She used duct tape to seal the bottles tightly to the arrows. During her search she found some flammable oil used for cleaning and soaked rags in the fluid to apply to the remaining four red fletching arrows she had; using a bit of volleyball netting to secure the rags to the arrow points. Now, she was armed with at least 2 DIY explosive arrows and 4 fire arrows, she was ready to be on the offensive against the 'zombies', as Joey had called them. She didn't want to admit it herself, saying such things out loud was foolish, but it was what it was apparently. She equipped one of the fire arrows, lighter clasped in her other hand. She was going to look for a way out of the campus. She passed Joey's corpse and began to head further down the corridors, looking for another exit.

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"This should come in handy..." Elena noted, upon moving some heavy equipment aside in the sporting goods shed. A Ruger 10/22, semi-auto .22LR rifle with a ten shot magazine:



Elena and Paige had entered the sporting goods shed several minutes ago, before being chased by wild dogs... or zombie dogs, more like. However, they got distracted by something else and left them alone before they could gang up and tear apart the pair, which lead to Elena and Paige temporarily taking shelter inside this shed. There was a box of 50 rounds for the gun, five ten round magazines, which she loaded up and stuffed into her jeans pockets where she could, with one stuffed into the rifle itself. It wasn't as powerful as the Glock, but it was a rifle and quicker firing if potentially more accurate thanks to the longer barrel. "Well, its something at least." Elena said, handgun tucked behind her jean's waistband again. "Okay, lets keep moving. See if anyone is alive in the Gym." Elena then lead the woman back out and back into the depths of the Gym building.

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