Fox Street

A street that runs up through New Prague, and adjacently to the Raccoon City Highschool.

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(From the Backtrail)

The Jeep, covered in blood and organs sped through the streets of Raccoon, Sam taking a sharp right from muscle memory. "Hold ON!!" She screamed, realizing she needed to slow now, but was still running off the fear of the bear encounter. When she applied the break however, she found herself doing nothing but pumping her foot! "Oh fuck!" She adds, realizing what this meant! She couldn't see it, but felt it when the jeep hit another vehicle, the gory windshield shattering. She covered her eyes with her arms, and felt herself weightless, flying as the vehicle spun! She was tumbling in the air, her body hitting tough asphalt, tumbling, and scrapping across the hard surface of the tarmac. Her vision become blurry, then black as she fell unconscious in the street, having been ejected from her seat, having forgotten to apply her seat belt before the attack!

The jeep tumbled, narrowly evading and almost flattening Sam as it tumbled onto its side over her! The contents of the jeep shifted and tumbled within the vehicle, Khristian still safely secure in his seat as the vehicle rolls onto its roof and slides to a stop with its back end smashing through a storefront!

Smoke wafted from the engine of the Jeep, the wheel's still spinning in place as glass and other items settled onto the asphalt beneath the upside down vehicle! Khristian was draped, hanging in his seat, but very much alive. The duffel bag in the back seat was now on the new 'floor' which was the ceiling, as was the pump shotgun Sam had collected earlier. The blood and organs began to cook in the engine fumes... which would inevitably draw 'other' creatures Sam and Khristian had not yet encountered towards them...

The air was silent, save for the security bell from the broken storefront ringing into Khristian's ears...

Sam remained silent, sprawled on the asphalt, covered in bruises and bloody scrapes that varied in depth. Lucky, considering most people have been worse condition in her predicament. She was breathing however, but was out cold...

Miraculously, aside from some bruises and being shook around like a martini, Khristian was in rather good condition. Odder still, his glasses weren’t knocked off of his face, though they were close to sliding off, which he corrected. “Ugh, hah...hah.... Sam, you ok?” He asked, getting no response.

“Sam? Sam!” He yelled out, looking to the empty driver’s seat. “Oh no... no, focus, Sam needs you. First off, need to figure out how to get out of this Jeep without a broken neck. Let’s see...” he grabbed the lever to adjust the back of the seat, and pushed it back, to where he was almost laying straight back. Using the emptied shotgun as a support, he undid the seatbelt, quickly putting his arm to the side of the body of the car, to prevent his upper body from falling to the ceiling, and lowering the rest of himself down.

He reached over to the duffel bag and other shotgun, slinging it over his shoulder as he put the duffel bag behind him, and reached under, or over, Sam’s seat, reaching for her first aid kit. ”Need to have a first aid kit on hand in case any civilians get injured in event of a crime! He remembered her mention when he saw it a month ago. The kit seemed undamaged, opening it up quick to see nothing was damaged, and stuffing it into the duffel bag.

Fortunately, the door was easy enough to open, and he crawled out, loading two fresh shells into the hunting shotgun. No telling what kind of crazy shit will be running around out there. Once he was past the debris and smoke, he was able to see Samantha, sprawled out on the asphalt. “Sam!” He rushed over to her, kneeling down and putting the bag at her side, pulling out the kit. He saw her chest expanding and compressing. “Ok, she’s still breathing. Sam? Sam! Can you hear me?”

Khristian wrote:Miraculously, aside from some bruises and being shook around like a martini, Khristian was in rather good condition. Odder still, his glasses weren’t knocked off of his face, though they were close to sliding off, which he corrected. “Ugh, hah...hah.... Sam, you ok?” He asked, getting no response.

“Sam? Sam!” He yelled out, looking to the empty driver’s seat. “Oh no... no, focus, Sam needs you. First off, need to figure out how to get out of this Jeep without a broken neck. Let’s see...” he grabbed the lever to adjust the back of the seat, and pushed it back, to where he was almost laying straight back. Using the emptied shotgun as a support, he undid the seatbelt, quickly putting his arm to the side of the body of the car, to prevent his upper body from falling to the ceiling, and lowering the rest of himself down.

He reached over to the duffel bag and other shotgun, slinging it over his shoulder as he put the duffel bag behind him, and reached under, or over, Sam’s seat, reaching for her first aid kit. ”Need to have a first aid kit on hand in case any civilians get injured in event of a crime! He remembered her mention when he saw it a month ago. The kit seemed undamaged, opening it up quick to see nothing was damaged, and stuffing it into the duffel bag.

Fortunately, the door was easy enough to open, and he crawled out, loading two fresh shells into the hunting shotgun. No telling what kind of crazy shit will be running around out there. Once he was past the debris and smoke, he was able to see Samantha, sprawled out on the asphalt. “Sam!” He rushed over to her, kneeling down and putting the bag at her side, pulling out the kit. He saw her chest expanding and compressing. “Ok, she’s still breathing. Sam? Sam! Can you hear me?”

The fog was rolling in thick again, drifting through from the nearby woodlands Khristian and his girlfriend Samantha had just escaped from. Sam had yet to wake from her ordeal as Khristian was careful with her unconscious form. The shop's ringingbell alarm continued to drone on in the background, the upside down jeep smoking and dripping with the bear's rancid guts and gore. There was movement from across the street, from the corner of Khristian's eye. The fog somewhat obscured the individual as they shuffled towards him, and from his silhouette in the fog it was possible to make out he was a policeman thanks to his peaked cap. They seemed a little shell shocked from the accident as well it seemed, as they stumbled in their steps. The scuffling of their boot on the pavement indicated they seemed to be dragging one foot behind them as they walked towards Khristian in the obscuring mist; their features still obscured by the thick fog...

“Sir, are you ok?” He called out, standing up, shotgun lowered, but ready. Something feels really off about this. Streets are otherwise empty, but this guy is shambling around? This doesn’t match up

Khristian wrote:“Sir, are you ok?” He called out, standing up, shotgun lowered, but ready. Something feels really off about this. Streets are otherwise empty, but this guy is shambling around? This doesn’t match up

The policeman stopped in his tracks... turning his obscured face towards Khristian's voice. He reached out with a now visibly bloody arm that had numerous... semi circle wounds across the pale surface. His uniform top was spotted with blood as well, his movement was seemingly lethargic and lazy as he stumbles towards them, moaning in pain. "Uhhnn...." he moaned. "Uhnnn...uhnn..." he continued, shuffling closer to Khristian and Sam, the foot he was dragging was... broken, and the way he dragged it seemed painful! "Oooooh..." he moaned, bumping into a vehicle seemingly for support, his face obscured by the misty fog and the brim of his cap. The officer's weapon wasn't on his belt oddly, and the blood on his chest actually continued behind him on his lower back... almost like he had been shot in the abdomen. "Ughhh... hah...ohhh...." He moaned, gripping the vehicle tightly, his mouth snarling from the pain...

Khristian wrote:“Sir, are you ok?” He called out, standing up, shotgun lowered, but ready. Something feels really off about this. Streets are otherwise empty, but this guy is shambling around? This doesn’t match up

Sam's eyes fluttered open from Khristian's voice. "Uhnnn..." Sam moaned, almost mimicking the man ahead of Khristian. "K..Khris...?" she called weakly. "Ow... ow... feel like I hit a wall..." She hissed, siting up somewhat. She then noticed the concerned look on his face, the shotgun in his hand...

Vivid recollections of the journey through the woods, the bear, the crash... She closed her eyes. "Jesus... we survived?" She asked, before her eyes met with Khristian's glare. "Khristian...?" She called to her boyfriend weakly. She blinked, following his gaze, turning slowly on her shoulder, leaning on her side as she turned to the injured moaning officer:

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Khristian wrote:“Sir, are you ok?” He called out, standing up, shotgun lowered, but ready. Something feels really off about this. Streets are otherwise empty, but this guy is shambling around? This doesn’t match up

The policeman stopped in his tracks... turning his obscured face towards Khristian's voice. He reached out with a now visibly bloody arm that had numerous... semi circle wounds across the pale surface. His uniform top was spotted with blood as well, his movement was seemingly lethargic and lazy as he stumbles towards them, moaning in pain. "Uhhnn...." he moaned. "Uhnnn...uhnn..." he continued, shuffling closer to Khristian and Sam, the foot he was dragging was... broken, and the way he dragged it seemed painful! "Oooooh..." he moaned, bumping into a vehicle seemingly for support, his face obscured by the misty fog and the brim of his cap. The officer's weapon wasn't on his belt oddly, and the blood on his chest actually continued behind him on his lower back... almost like he had been shot in the abdomen. "Ughhh... hah...ohhh...." He moaned, gripping the vehicle tightly, his mouth snarling from the pain...

She frowned. "Jesus... I think that's Officer Nells... what the hell happened to him? He looks like he put his arm through a garbage disposal...!" She cringed, coughing painfully. She half stood up, using her boyfriend as a human crutch, before calling out to him. "Nells... Nells?" She called out. "What happened? Is Officer Glover with you?" She called out again, as Officer Barney Glover was Henry Nells' partner. Thoughts of the entire city being attacked by mutant bears filled her head with dread, wondering how wounded Nells was... then again, Cam in the forest was... headless. "Nells...?" She called out, weakly.

“Sam!” He said with some relief, wrapping his arm under hers, helping her stand. “Yeah, we survived that crash, somehow, but I don’t, well.... ok, I know this sounds crazy, but i’m just gonna say it, I think... whatever happened to the bear....has happened to Nells.” He raised up the shotgun, taking aim. “Look at him, he looks like he just came out of a wood chipper, yet still walking around the middle of the city, and where’s his sidearm? Also, i’m not a medical professional, but from what I’ve read, if that’s all his blood, he wouldn’t be conscious right now, let alone limping towards us.”

Sam blinked at Khris, at what he was insinuating. She then turned to face Nells again. The way he hobbled, the way he moaned however was so real... "B-but... how? How is that even possible?" She gasped, leaning against Khristian for support. She observed Nells, and called out to him again...but he seemed to ignore her. She could see a ragged tear through his chest, but couldn't tell if it was from a bullet or not. "Wait... his eyes..." She bent down, picking up a chunk of asphalt, "we need to see his eyes." She was a little blurry eyed yet, but her aim was true. Years of softball paid off as she threw the chunk at the officer's head, the stone connecting to his peaked cap and knocking it off!

Khristian wrote:“Sam!” He said with some relief, wrapping his arm under hers, helping her stand. “Yeah, we survived that crash, somehow, but I don’t, well.... ok, I know this sounds crazy, but i’m just gonna say it, I think... whatever happened to the bear....has happened to Nells.” He raised up the shotgun, taking aim. “Look at him, he looks like he just came out of a wood chipper, yet still walking around the middle of the city, and where’s his sidearm? Also, i’m not a medical professional, but from what I’ve read, if that’s all his blood, he wouldn’t be conscious right now, let alone limping towards us.”

Samantha Kamura wrote:Sam blinked at Khris, at what he was insinuating. She then turned to face Nells again. The way he hobbled, the way he moaned however was so real... "B-but... how? How is that even possible?" She gasped, leaning against Khristian for support. She observed Nells, and called out to him again...but he seemed to ignore her. She could see a ragged tear through his chest, but couldn't tell if it was from a bullet or not. "Wait... his eyes..." She bent down, picking up a chunk of asphalt, "we need to see his eyes." She was a little blurry eyed yet, but her aim was true. Years of softball paid off as she threw the chunk at the officer's head, the stone connecting to his peaked cap and knocking it off!

Samantha's aim was true, but the result was one she may have been dreading, and one Khristian had already but confirmed. The man's face revealed itself, with encrusted blood where his nose used to be, a hollow and grotesque hole now putrefied. His eyes were blank, almost white, and his mouth was dripping with fresh blood that was hard to make out before due to the fog, but now without his cap and the fact was he was closer, now confirmed their suspicions. He was a walking corpse.

But not just him... as the bell rang out behind them, more of the moaning, stumbling creatures started filing out into the street. A woman with a missing arm in a red t-shirt and jean cuttoffs shambled from an alley to their right- not as close as Officer Nells was, but she had turned her attention and he blank, faintly blue eyes in their direction. She was gurgling a low moan, blood bubbling from her mouth. She had a series of bite marks on her abdomen, intact arm and her fleshy white thighs. Another stumbled out from the left, a man in coveralls and flannel. The side of left side of his face was exposed, showing teeth and muscle while his tongue waggled; a painful moan emanating from his chest. He turned his cataract gaze towards the couple, and began to drag his feet drunkenly towards them with arms outstretched!

Nells was now shuffling closer, arms outstretched as well, hunger in his snarling voice as he took three lunging steps towards them! But it wasn't just these three... there were others, silhouetted in the mist, a chorus of dead voices and moans becoming near omnipresent and seemingly louder than the bleating store alarm behind them! They were shambling, drunkenly in their direction, and they would have to make a decision fast!

(For the fight and flight): https://youtu.be/GkNask_pMKo
Khristian unloaded two shells in Nells’ head, accidentally firing both in panic, turning it into goo. He quickly ejected the two shells and replaced them, into the zombie in the red shirt, then into the third zombie, ejecting the second set of spent shells and slotting in fresh ones. “Sam, we need to run!”

Sam simply stared at the thing that had become Officer Nells turn to red paste, her ears ringing when the booming shotgun shells exploded near her head. She opened her mouth, gasping, covering her right ear which was close to the shotgun. She saw another of the shambling humans shambling their way from the mist, and another... and another! There was a lot of them shambling in the mist, making their way to them! Each more grotesque and disturbing than the next! She could hear a muffled voice in her left ear as she looked around, and then the voice repeated:

"Sam, we need to run!"

She blinked, turning to Khristian, sweaty and panicky, his hands trembling, the shotgun smoking from both barrels of the shotgun in his hand. She shook her head, pushing the gore from her mind as she grabbed his hand and pulled him along. "What the fuck?! What the fuck is going on?!" She screams, her gloved hand gripping his hand tightly as they headed up Fox Street, these... shambling shells walking about! "How the hell are they walking?! These injuries, they should be dead!" She screamed, keeping up with Khristian as the groups of these shambling corpses were coming out of the alleys and side roads!

Hungry moans and wails of pain mixed in the ringing of the security bell from the shop behind Khristian and Sam. The walking corpses followed the pair of survivor's movements, though they approached at a slower rate, dragging their limbs lethargically behind them. As they passed a parked truck, a rotting arm jutted out from behind the tail gate! A man in overalls and a ball cap gurgled, hands out stretched to the closest human!

Random Mobs wrote:Hungry moans and wails of pain mixed in the ringing of the security bell from the shop behind Khristian and Sam. The walking corpses followed the pair of survivor's movements, though they approached at a slower rate, dragging their limbs lethargically behind them. As they passed a parked truck, a rotting arm jutted out from behind the tail gate! A man in overalls and a ball cap gurgled, hands out stretched to the closest human!

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The rotting man's skull exploded into darkish gore all of a sudden. Soon followed by the virus carrier in front of them, and another. Silently, for no reason the infected were dropping left and right like flies, with no indicated sound or reason save the occasional 'whizzing' of what sounded like an angry hornet flying over their heads.


Meanwhile...

FOX and CATFISH were using the fog to their advantage, staying out of sight of the police woman and the man with the shotgun, while being able to provide them a blanket of safety that would allow them to go to Fisson street uninterrupted, for now. Beyond that, they still had their orders and couldn't babysit the pair once they got out of their sights.

"You know, you're a saint, FOX..." CATFISH spoke, chuckling under his breath as he took out another of the shambling creatures with ease. Their silenced rifles made everything a whole lot easier. FOX shrugged. "Whatever, lets just get this over with. Shit, I can't go home knowing I just... let these folks get their asses chewed up." She sighed, the moans in the air masking their low voices. The Infected/Zombies hardly took notice of them since they were quiet, but they were likely to notice when their intended prey, ie: the couple, vanished. Till then, they continued to snipe and pick the creatures off Khristian and Samantha's backs, fronts and sides.

She almost ran right into the grasp of one of those things, forcing Sam to let out a scream that was of pure terror! She could see its milky gaze staring at her, blood encrusted lips snarling and with bits of flesh hanging off his teeth! She put her arm up to defend herself, when the skull exploded. The creature crumpled over like a wet paper bag, and as she turned to Khristian, the...zombies, were falling one by one around them. She listened to the air, but heard nothing. "Sniper?" She asked herself, having seen silenced weapons in the past. She couldn't see the muzzle flash either, so their benefactors could have been anywhere. "Jesus Christ, what the hell's going on around here, Kay?" She asked her boyfriend, realizing that despite her questions it would have been better just to head onto Fisson Street, before more of the stragglers caught up to them!

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“Hey, you’re the one with gun expertise! Either way, let’s run!” He said, dragging Sam by the wrist towards Fisson Street. “Though, we owe whoever they are a thank you!”

FOX and CATFISH manage to snipe a few more of the shambling creatures for the couple, till they took an alleyway and were out of their immediate sights. "Phew..." FOX says, leaving her prone position atop a delivery truck, rubbing her neck. "Having a good conscience hurts, you know?" She says to her masked comrade who only chuckled, before leaving his makeshift gun rest- the vehicles open door.

The mist surrounding them dispersed a little, and FOX eyed the remains of a giant bear, heavily rotted, not too far from where the couple had stumbled from. "Shit... that can't be the local fauna, there's no way the infection already hit the woods..!" Fox exhaled, before turning to Catfish. "Okay, we've done enough here, we don't need one of those things on us as well. Let's just get to DINGO and SALAMANDER's safe house, see if we can get in touch with CLAYMORE or GLADIUS." She immediately answered, turning away from the haha, grisly scene.

She and her partner vanish into the mist again, heading towards Huntington Acres...

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