Central waiting room

Edgar Holden wrote:As soon as the door splintered, cracked, then split open, and the hordes of undead, at least an even dozen so far, poured from the doorway, shambling at a rather alarming pace at them. As soon as the pair that reached for him touched him, Ed turned into a bladed nightmare, ne spin, dragging the pair of undead with him, and using them like makeshift clubs, he threw them at the oncoming hordes, before rushing in, blades singing in the air, whistling their metallic whisper, and the limbs, and scalps started to fly.

However, in order to offset what was no doubt going to be loud automatic gunfire from the 5.56mm, he occasionally roared out, as he let out a loud cracking elbow strike or kick to try and draw the undead attention on him, rather than the sound of gunfire. The more Ed could kill, was more ammunition spared, and the less danger Rafe and the others would be in. From what he was beginning to learn, Ed believed he could take the abuse far more than they could. And he intended to use it to keep them safe if he could.

Edgar Holden wrote:Ed stopped only for a moment after swinging one of the zombies like a club by it's head, which was impaled on his left knife intil the swing dislodged it, and turned back to Rafe. "Retreat back outside. Find the others and clear that jam! Your pistol doesn't have the firepower for a group of them this size. Don't worry about me. I'm only visiting the pharmacy and storerooms to get ahold of whatever medicines and medical supplies we may need. Shouldn't take long. Go!"

Ed resumed his attack, by throwing his left blade into the back if the head of one of the zombies approaching Rafe, then he turned on the rest, his fist and main-blade going back to town with slices and thuds echoing off the walls.

Ed didn't want to reactivate his powers yet, lest he scare the other people off. And he could tell from the looks on their faces, they had seen enough weird shit for one day already. Except for the woman in the hospital gown and vest... Something about her was detached.

In either case, he forced them back into the stairwell through sheer force of will, bottlenecking the undead in the doorway, and started piling on the corpses

Edgar Holden wrote:Edward reached over and took the blade out of the Zombie's head that Rafe had returned to him, flinging the impaled zombie on it at the remaining 5 or so shambling corpses.

"Ed" he replied as he reverse gripped both blades, before becoming a whirl of swinging knife blades for a few more moments, aiming to decapitate or impale the remaining zombies quickly to buy them some breathing time.

"Seems like we just mowed down at least a wards worth of people down here... So many infected in one spot, what the fuck is going on in this city? This infection is spreading far too fast to be normal."

Edgar Holden wrote:Ed frowned. "Sounds like the whole city's gone to shit in less than a day." he murmured. and shook his head at the offer of a cigarette. "Met Carrie, the woman in jeans and a brown leather jacket, last night, when she was dressed like she was going out to a dinner party. She was in the park, and being ingested, funnily enough, by a frog like creature I've never seen before. I can tell you first hand the damn things exist, because I had to rip the thing open with my bare hands to save her. Few minutes later I meet Riley McLeed, ho has barricaded herself inside her gun store, and has no idea whats going on. She was protecting her store from looters, until I told her the situation... I had to fetch her a police radio so she could stay in contact, Carrie and I went into the clocktower building courtyard to get it, and that's where we met Reiko the goth maid girl with a mean batters arm, and something far worse than zombies and weird mutated frogs. Some sort of living black mass that can assume the shape and form of people. It had consumed a costume party full of people in there... Ate them alive like that monster from the movie 'Blob'" Ed explained as he resheathed his knives.

"Now, from memory, we shouldn't need to go far for emergency medical supplies. Doctors station or outpatient pharmacy would be the place to go. We need sterilized equipment, medicnes, bandages, and all that kind of thing. Might also need to visit the emergency treatment area for things like blood and saline packs. Something they wouldn't need to utilise the elevators or stairs for. Unless this hospital was designed by a braindead jackass."

Rafe McCormac wrote:The confirmation of 'frog-things' made him frown. "Shit.." he says under his breath, packing the pack away then took out the doctor's lighter and lit the cig, coughing as he did. "Damn (cough) things... haven't smoked since I left the army..." he coughed, but inhaled anyway. After what he went through, slipping into the old bad habits didn't seem as bad. "Sounds like you've all had it just as rough..." as he listened to what had happened to Ed and his small group. The mentioning of the 'Blob' made him think of the remake phone booth scene and he grimaced.

At the mention of the Hospital layout, his lidded gaze was set upon the taller man's face. "You've never been to Raccoon before...have ya? The whole town is confusing. The hospital only has a single lift, accordin' to the Doc Mina who vanished on us. And get this- it's only access on the ground floor is in their staff room! How the hell do they transport the patients around here, the stairs?!" He coughed on his cig, before smirking. "Well, the place is actually larger than it looks. I guess there may be another lift elsewhere... but still, yer not wrong about the braindead jackass." He explained. He took a moment to ponder his mad rush on the second floor, recalling a Nurses station. "There's a nurses station up stairs, and past the shutter, in the main entrance thats swarming with the bloody bastards I believe may be a pharmacy. I can't tell with all them fecker's in the way!" he shouted, picking up one of the shoes of the fallen zombies and threw it at the shutter which the sealed up zombies were unable to break through in the Waiting room. "Oi, shut yer damn mouths, I can't hear meself think!" He shouted at the zombies, mostly to relieve his stress as the cig was too slow.

He collected the magazine he had thrown before, and pocketed it. "Either we wander about or look for a map. I've not the pleasure of being here till this morning." Rafe explained.

Edgar Holden wrote:

Rafe McCormac wrote:The confirmation of 'frog-things' made him frown. "Shit.." he says under his breath, packing the pack away then took out the doctor's lighter and lit the cig, coughing as he did. "Damn (cough) things... haven't smoked since I left the army..." he coughed, but inhaled anyway. After what he went through, slipping into the old bad habits didn't seem as bad. "Sounds like you've all had it just as rough..." as he listened to what had happened to Ed and his small group. The mentioning of the 'Blob' made him think of the remake phone booth scene and he grimaced.

At the mention of the Hospital layout, his lidded gaze was set upon the taller man's face. "You've never been to Raccoon before...have ya? The whole town is confusing. The hospital only has a single lift, accordin' to the Doc Mina who vanished on us. And get this- it's only access on the ground floor is in their staff room! How the hell do they transport the patients around here, the stairs?!" He coughed on his cig, before smirking. "Well, the place is actually larger than it looks. I guess there may be another lift elsewhere... but still, yer not wrong about the braindead jackass." He explained. He took a moment to ponder his mad rush on the second floor, recalling a Nurses station. "There's a nurses station up stairs, and past the shutter, in the main entrance thats swarming with the bloody bastards I believe may be a pharmacy. I can't tell with all them fecker's in the way!" he shouted, picking up one of the shoes of the fallen zombies and threw it at the shutter which the sealed up zombies were unable to break through in the Waiting room. "Oi, shut yer damn mouths, I can't hear meself think!" He shouted at the zombies, mostly to relieve his stress as the cig was too slow.

He collected the magazine he had thrown before, and pocketed it. "Either we wander about or look for a map. I've not the pleasure of being here till this morning." Rafe explained.

Edward looked at Rafe for a few moments, thinking to himself. "I'm going to be perfectly honest with you. I have no memory older than a few hours. I woke up stark naked on the edge of town in a bush like I had just crawled out of Arkey Forest. Anything before that is a complete blank. I am as new to everything in this city or anywhere else as you are."

He then looked at the roller shutter, then the door crowded with the corpses of the dead. "If the supplies we need are on another floor, then we may need to make do with the paramedic supplies from the ambulance station until we can make a return trip, when we do not have so many vulnerable civilians out in the open like this. First priority is to get them to a safe zone. Supplies can be acquired in the field after that by a few runners. Food, medicine, weapons, ammunition and equipment. Along with fresh water that's not contaminated by whatever this contagion is. But all that is secondary to getting them to safety, and trying to find a way out of the quarantine zone."

He then turned back towards the entrance. "The supplies themselves arn't going anywhere. We'll come back later, better prepared and ready for war. I don't want to pop the cork on this place unless we're ready to deal with whatever horrors are in there. You said the frog creature came from somewhere inside the Hospital? I wonder what else may be lurking behind those closed doors, but I'll not open those doors unless we're ready to fight what may be inside."

Scott Walsh wrote:
It was a blur for Scott too. He was in full view of the creature, then suddenly with freakish strength, it tossed him and the vehicle aside like a tin can! "AAHHH!" Scott screamed, glass breaking, holding for dear life without his seatbelt, body flipping sideways his legs locked onto the driver's seat for some sort of hold as the world flipped around and shards of glass flew about! He heard the siren flip on, but was silenced as the megaphone was crushed and the top mounted flashers were crushed! He flipped upside down, losing his strained grip, hitting the ceiling of the sedan before the front bumper smashed into the solid structure of the Hospital, only shaking the building and breaking glass windows!

B A N G !

Edgar Holden wrote:Ed nodded and started to walk when he heard the sound of the vehicle crash, and his face turned grim again. "Ah shit, c'mon!" Ed said as he started running for the door. He burst the thing off it's hinges to get back outside without thinking.

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