Parkinglot

by Christina Rollins Tue Jan 15, 2019 3:15 pm

A car park for staff and students outside the main school building

(from here)

Ms. Rollins rolled into the parking lot, somewhat surprised by the minimal turnout of her fellow staff. The short, yet uneventful drive with only a handful of vehicles on the drive over wasn't so much an oddity at this early hour, but this was incredibly odd. Did school close and I just didn't get the memo? She asked herself, raising a brow as she adjusted her breasts and applied a fresh coat of lipstick she had forgotten to do at home, using her rear view mirror for assistance. Behind her, the Raccoon forest was in the distance, as was the Raccoon City University. She thought she heard some fireworks in the air, which was odd given the time of year and hour. Perhaps its some new holiday? She chuckled at the thought. She'd figure it out soon enough.

She stepped out of her vehicle, closing the door and locking it behind her as her heels boosting her to 5'10 height clicked upon the tarmac as she headed to the front door of the prestigious private school set up by Umbrella or so she was told when she applied for the job a few years back. Uniformed school catering to the children of Umbrella's employees... tuition was through the roof for such a place, but much of these children and young adults would become Umbrella's Elite in the years to come.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as she made her way to the heavy double doors, trying the handle but found it was locked. "Huh..." she blinked, and fished for her keys within her purse...

by Monica DiMarco Wed Nov 18, 2020 4:39 pm

Monica inside a squadcar, rolls by the Ivy Private School, holding the car's megaphone handset. "By order of the R.P.D., Citizens of Raccoon City are to return to their homes and await further notice. I repeat, Citizens are to report home and await further notice on Channel 7. Those who cannot return home are advised to seek shelter at designated fallout shelters throughout the city. This is not a drill-" she paused, sighing. "What the fuck is happening here?" She sighed, shaking her head. First there's a riot, then the radios get shitty, now the RPD is being stretched thin across a rioting city. Where the hell were the national guard? Now she's in the ritzy-ass part of town warning the coked up upper class types to stay at home or seek out the emergency shelters... probably should have stated aside from the Stadium, but she was sure people would know about that as it was on the news earlier this morning. The black and white continued to strobe its flashing lights as it rolled past the private school...

by Robert Taylor Wed Mar 17, 2021 12:11 am

[from here]

Robert pushed through the glass double doors of the building, pushing over a pair of infected whilst Risa Nakajima screamed in his hands! "RAAAAAAAAHHHH!!" He screamed, like he was possessed by an animal, the virus carriers clinging to his suit as he protected Nakajima from their gluttonous wrath! "Fuck off!" He spat, kicking one out from under him, pushing him down a flight of stairs. "Where is it, where is it?!" He screamed, looking left and right hastily, the signs of the black and white rolling down the side road became clear as he was grabbed from behind. "Hold on tight Nakajima!" He exclaimed, running, dragging the zombie with him as she continued to scream, his body pushing through the hedges, his tall frame lumbering through them, almost tripping as he made it out into the street, standing in front of the police sedan! Blood covered his grey suit, from the bloody hands of offending zombies, and was tattered in places. "Officer! STOP!" He exclaimed, and watched the vehicle come to a complete halt.

He began to make his way around the vehicle, playing with the door whilst still cradling Nakajima. "Open up, quick! You need to get her to the station!" He exclaimed.

by Monica DiMarco Wed Mar 17, 2021 12:18 am

Monica pushed hard on the breaks, the sedan squealed to a halt in front of a frantic, large man holding a screaming young woman! "SHIT! What the hell are you trying to do, kill us?!" She screamed at the man, who was now clawing at her door frantically. She didn't notice the zombies chasing after the pair, as she was focused on the blood on his clothes. She drew her firearm at him. "Back away from the vehicle!" She barked.

by Risa Nakajima Wed Mar 17, 2021 12:24 am

Robert Taylor wrote:
Risa Nakajima wrote:Risa was confused, caught in the whirlwind and had no idea what was going on. As she was being dragged away, she finally snapped and ground her heels! "Mr. Taylor, why... why do you have a gun? Why do we have to keep running? Why was Mr. Ferguson like that?! I'm not leaving till you tell me what the fuck is going on!!" she screamed.

Robert could feel her trying to yield, and though he could easily just drag her along... he stopped, and turned to her. He had an emotionless look on him, his large blue eyes glaring into hers. "Ms. Nakajima... the city is under attack by a plague. A plague that swept overnight and has turned people, people like Mr. Ferguson... into cannibals. It sounds like a late night special, and you may think you are asleep... but you are not. This is very real. Those who get bit suffer a great chance of becoming like Mr. Ferguson, and there is much worse out there. So we must hurry, and see you off to the Police Station before its too late. Strategically speaking, its the safest place in the city. We have to move though, because others will think the same, and the streets will become congested. So forgive me-" he says, pulling her close, holding her in a bridal carry. "-but we don't have time to dawdle any longer!"

Rob then rushed down the hall, heading towards the parking lot. They had to move... before the city got worse.

[to here]

She had no time to react, no time to even comprehend that she was in some horror movie given flesh now! "Ahhh!" She screamed as he carried her through the halls, though the entrance and at the plagued individuals banging on the door! "Oh GOD they- they are! What-why?! Stay the fuck off me!!" She screamed at the former humans, but the muscular Robert Taylor was breaking through their wall like a linebacker! He didn't stop, he kept running, even through thick hedges which ripped at their clothes, a small group following after them till they stood in the headlights of the police car! As he was trying to open the door, she held onto him close, her large amber eyes staring at the officer within drawing her gun on them! Why is she doing that?! She thought, before turning her head to the sound of snapping twigs! "AHHHHHH!!!!" Risa shrieked, clutching Robert as the zombies pushed their way through the hedges and were b-lining for them!

by Robert Taylor Wed Mar 17, 2021 12:31 am

Risa Nakajima wrote:
Robert Taylor wrote:
Risa Nakajima wrote:Risa was confused, caught in the whirlwind and had no idea what was going on. As she was being dragged away, she finally snapped and ground her heels! "Mr. Taylor, why... why do you have a gun? Why do we have to keep running? Why was Mr. Ferguson like that?! I'm not leaving till you tell me what the fuck is going on!!" she screamed.

Robert could feel her trying to yield, and though he could easily just drag her along... he stopped, and turned to her. He had an emotionless look on him, his large blue eyes glaring into hers. "Ms. Nakajima... the city is under attack by a plague. A plague that swept overnight and has turned people, people like Mr. Ferguson... into cannibals. It sounds like a late night special, and you may think you are asleep... but you are not. This is very real. Those who get bit suffer a great chance of becoming like Mr. Ferguson, and there is much worse out there. So we must hurry, and see you off to the Police Station before its too late. Strategically speaking, its the safest place in the city. We have to move though, because others will think the same, and the streets will become congested. So forgive me-" he says, pulling her close, holding her in a bridal carry. "-but we don't have time to dawdle any longer!"

Rob then rushed down the hall, heading towards the parking lot. They had to move... before the city got worse.

[to here]

She had no time to react, no time to even comprehend that she was in some horror movie given flesh now! "Ahhh!" She screamed as he carried her through the halls, though the entrance and at the plagued individuals banging on the door! "Oh GOD they- they are! What-why?! Stay the fuck off me!!" She screamed at the former humans, but the muscular Robert Taylor was breaking through their wall like a linebacker! He didn't stop, he kept running, even through thick hedges which ripped at their clothes, a small group following after them till they stood in the headlights of the police car! As he was trying to open the door, she held onto him close, her large amber eyes staring at the officer within drawing her gun on them! Why is she doing that?! She thought, before turning her head to the sound of snapping twigs! "AHHHHHH!!!!" Risa shrieked, clutching Robert as the zombies pushed their way through the hedges and were b-lining for them!

Robert's eyes widened, but his face went from frantic to disgusted! "Excuse me?!" he remarked at the handgun pointed at them! "We don't have time to dick around meter mate, open the God damn door and get this girl to safety!!" He demanded, when said girl screamed in his arms. He turned his attention to the zombies which frantically dove for them, and with a swift kick, launched one back. "Shit! Nakajima... grab the branch!" He exclaimed, hoisting her up. Above them, was a great oak tree's hanging limb, from the sparse woodland from the opposite side of the road. Once she grabbed hold, he would let go, the woman would hang there but be out of reach of their attackers for the time being, given the limb was above his own height!

"I'm going to lead them away, just survive Nakajima!" He screamed, punching one of the zombies in the face before darting around the vehicle. He drew the handgun from his waistband, the Beretta Cougar's barrel lit up as he fired a round into one of the zombie's skulls! He backed away from the car, firing twice more in the air, away from Nakajima and the officer, to lure the zombies for him! "We'll meet at the station, just hold on till that officer helps!" He screamed, luring the virus carriers away, making lazy pot shots as he ran into the woods!

(to here)

by Risa Nakajima Wed Mar 17, 2021 1:20 am

"Mr. Taylor?! What-n-no!" She screamed, but after being hoisted up and with the zombies quickly advancing him, she had no choice but to follow through and she reached up and gripped the thick limb and hung there as he let go! "D-don't just leave me hanging!!" She cried out to the professor, who began to fire his gun and lead the infected away! She hung there, legs swinging as a pair of zombies reached up at her! Her instinct to cross her legs and blush given the angle of her skirt carried through and she began to whine! "Not like this! C'mon!! Leave me alone!!" Risa cried, feeling her fingers begin to lose their grip!

by Monica DiMarco Wed Mar 17, 2021 1:32 am

Monica was going to retort when the woman screamed and then they were attacked by a wild, bleeding mob! Some of the people in it looked... disturbingly like half-eaten corpses... like those from the murders...

She snapped back to reality from the gunshots, and watched as the woman vanished and the man lead the angry mob away, save two who lingered beside the car opposite of her. "What the hell?" She exclaimed, getting out of the vehicle, weapon still in hand, and looked up at the girl dangling above the car while the pair of creeps moaned and reached up for her!

"Hey, get back!" She screamed to the man before turning her attention back to the girl and her peepin' Toms. She made her way round the vehicle and aimed her weapon at the pair. "You pervs back the fuck up!" she exclaimed, then remembered in all the excitement, that the man who fled had a gun and had fired it at the small crowd. Why aren't they running with their tails between their legs, the we have guns? Are they on something? She asked herself, before approaching them and grabbed one by the shoulder. "I WAS TALKIN' TO YOU PERV!" Monica screamed into the half eaten face of a dead man! "THE FUCK?!" She screamed as the creature grabbed her by her shoulders and bit down on her neck! The feeling of the teeth rubbing against her flesh felt fucking eerie, and she immediately pushed back before he could take more than a bite! "OUCH, FUCKIN' BITCH!" She screamed, raising the pistol and fired a nine mill into the bastard's putrid face! She then turned to the other one, who didn't run and did the same.

Both crumpled to the ground, and Monica held her neck. "Fuck... that hurt..." she groaned, feeling the blood push between her fingers. It wasn't too serious... but still... he fucking bit her neck! "Why'd he bite me?!" She spat, kicking the fucking thing's head in. She glanced up at the girl, eyes bloodshot. "The hell you still doin' up there, get down here!" she barked.

by Christina Rollins Wed Mar 17, 2021 1:58 am

Christina screamed as she was being chased by the mob of zombies, having dropped her purse and thus lost her keys for her car in the process! "Stay away from me!!" She screamed, running towards the police car when she saw the lights! She saw the hanging student and the police woman, both looking normal. "Help me!!" She screamed!

by Risa Nakajima Wed Mar 17, 2021 3:39 am

Monica DiMarco wrote:Monica was going to retort when the woman screamed and then they were attacked by a wild, bleeding mob! Some of the people in it looked... disturbingly like half-eaten corpses... like those from the murders...

She snapped back to reality from the gunshots, and watched as the woman vanished and the man lead the angry mob away, save two who lingered beside the car opposite of her. "What the hell?" She exclaimed, getting out of the vehicle, weapon still in hand, and looked up at the girl dangling above the car while the pair of creeps moaned and reached up for her!

"Hey, get back!" She screamed to the man before turning her attention back to the girl and her peepin' Toms. She made her way round the vehicle and aimed her weapon at the pair. "You pervs back the fuck up!" she exclaimed, then remembered in all the excitement, that the man who fled had a gun and had fired it at the small crowd. Why aren't they running with their tails between their legs, the we have guns? Are they on something? She asked herself, before approaching them and grabbed one by the shoulder. "I WAS TALKIN' TO YOU PERV!" Monica screamed into the half eaten face of a dead man! "THE FUCK?!" She screamed as the creature grabbed her by her shoulders and bit down on her neck! The feeling of the teeth rubbing against her flesh felt fucking eerie, and she immediately pushed back before he could take more than a bite! "OUCH, FUCKIN' BITCH!" She screamed, raising the pistol and fired a nine mill into the bastard's putrid face! She then turned to the other one, who didn't run and did the same.

Both crumpled to the ground, and Monica held her neck. "Fuck... that hurt..." she groaned, feeling the blood push between her fingers. It wasn't too serious... but still... he fucking bit her neck! "Why'd he bite me?!" She spat, kicking the fucking thing's head in. She glanced up at the girl, eyes bloodshot. "The hell you still doin' up there, get down here!" she barked.

Risa held on for dear life, even as the explosion from the gun below freaked her out! The cop was there now, telling her to get down, and the two zombies were now dead. "I-I would, but I'm afraid what will happen to my knees!" She whined, before hearing someone else screaming. She turned, and with horror, saw one of her teachers running their way with a mob of zombies behind her! She quickly let go, skirt hiking all the way up and showing off her panties before she landed awkwardly onto the pavement! "Uggh, we need to leave, now! More of them are chasing Ms. Rollins!" Risa cried, ignoring the pain from her ankle and trying at the sedan again!

by Gulper Fri Mar 19, 2021 2:59 am

Risa Nakajima wrote:"Mr. Taylor?! What-n-no!" She screamed, but after being hoisted up and with the zombies quickly advancing him, she had no choice but to follow through and she reached up and gripped the thick limb and hung there as he let go! "D-don't just leave me hanging!!" She cried out to the professor, who began to fire his gun and lead the infected away! She hung there, legs swinging as a pair of zombies reached up at her! Her instinct to cross her legs and blush given the angle of her skirt carried through and she began to whine! "Not like this! C'mon!! Leave me alone!!" Risa cried, feeling her fingers begin to lose their grip!

The mutated salamander colloquially dubbed by research staff as a 'Gulper', was higher in the trees, above the student who had hung below it, and unaware of it. Its beady black eyes blinked at the warm, jiggly creature with interest... it hadn't yet eaten a human, having just arrived out here from the cold depths of a pond in the woodlands... it observed the creature below with interest... but before it could act it fell away... still, the Gulper could easily drop down as intended and give the human a taste! And just beside it, another human was bleeding and ripe for the plucking!

Christina Rollins wrote:Christina screamed as she was being chased by the mob of zombies, having dropped her purse and thus lost her keys for her car in the process! "Stay away from me!!" She screamed, running towards the police car when she saw the lights! She saw the hanging student and the police woman, both looking normal. "Help me!!" She screamed!

That's when a newcomer arrived... larger, taller, meatier than the other two... it was dinner time!

As Christina Rollins approached the pair, huffing and puffing... there was a loud rustling from above, small branches broken and bent away as a large dark shape descended and fell over the woman, obscuring her...

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The shape rose above both women, turning to face them... with Christina's limp body from the waist down hanging over its lower jaw! Christina literally had no idea what had just hit her, as the creature's tongue lapped at her face and slithered into her warm blouse... her body was sweet to the taste, smooth and would go down easily!

Crunch...crunch... crunch...

The jaws worked on the teacher, its human like hands gripped the woman's struggling thighs, a little fight in her after all, and began to push her jiggly ass into its wide maw while swallowing her upper torso, the gulper's tail wagging excitedly behind it like a puppy! Which only made the scenario all the more bizarre and terrifying for the student and police woman!

by Risa Nakajima Mon May 10, 2021 11:25 pm

Risa turned to the abrupt movement, and the massive creature which began to casually chew on Ms. Rollins! "THE FUCK IS THAT?! THE FUCK IS THAT?!" she screamed repeatedly, bending a nail trying to open the car door before ditching it! Hobbling as quickly as she could away from the scene, the zombies, her teacher's twitching movements, and the injured cop! She was going to run as quickly as she could away from this place, one way or another!

I'm not dying here, not today, not now!

(to here)

by Gulper Sat Mar 26, 2022 6:04 am

Gulper wrote:
Risa Nakajima wrote:"Mr. Taylor?! What-n-no!" She screamed, but after being hoisted up and with the zombies quickly advancing him, she had no choice but to follow through and she reached up and gripped the thick limb and hung there as he let go! "D-don't just leave me hanging!!" She cried out to the professor, who began to fire his gun and lead the infected away! She hung there, legs swinging as a pair of zombies reached up at her! Her instinct to cross her legs and blush given the angle of her skirt carried through and she began to whine! "Not like this! C'mon!! Leave me alone!!" Risa cried, feeling her fingers begin to lose their grip!

The mutated salamander colloquially dubbed by research staff as a 'Gulper', was higher in the trees, above the student who had hung below it, and unaware of it. Its beady black eyes blinked at the warm, jiggly creature with interest... it hadn't yet eaten a human, having just arrived out here from the cold depths of a pond in the woodlands... it observed the creature below with interest... but before it could act it fell away... still, the Gulper could easily drop down as intended and give the human a taste! And just beside it, another human was bleeding and ripe for the plucking!

Christina Rollins wrote:Christina screamed as she was being chased by the mob of zombies, having dropped her purse and thus lost her keys for her car in the process! "Stay away from me!!" She screamed, running towards the police car when she saw the lights! She saw the hanging student and the police woman, both looking normal. "Help me!!" She screamed!

That's when a newcomer arrived... larger, taller, meatier than the other two... it was dinner time!

As Christina Rollins approached the pair, huffing and puffing... there was a loud rustling from above, small branches broken and bent away as a large dark shape descended and fell over the woman, obscuring her...

The shape rose above both women, turning to face them... with Christina's limp body from the waist down hanging over its lower jaw! Christina literally had no idea what had just hit her, as the creature's tongue lapped at her face and slithered into her warm blouse... her body was sweet to the taste, smooth and would go down easily!

Crunch...crunch... crunch...

The jaws worked on the teacher, its human like hands gripped the woman's struggling thighs, a little fight in her after all, and began to push her jiggly ass into its wide maw while swallowing her upper torso, the gulper's tail wagging excitedly behind it like a puppy! Which only made the scenario all the more bizarre and terrifying for the student and police woman!

Crunch...crunch... crunch...

...Ulp....Ulp...ulllp!

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The teacher's struggles had continued to increase, but without being halted, the Gulper simply continued to devour the woman's curvy ass, its tongue sliding down her belly under her shirt, forcing under the skirt and between the teach's pedaling nylon clad thighs! The feeling and texture was unique to its tongue, as was its first human meal in general as it made like its namesake and gulped down her wide ass and thighs up to her calves!

GULP....GULP!!

One of the teacher's heels flew off as the beast knocked its head back, widening its mouth and swallowed hard-

-GLICK!!

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And down she went, filling up its stomach with a rounded, bouncing bulge that gurgled.

"Huaaaah....." Gasped the Gulper, its maw slimy with saliva that dripped down its jaws as it swung its body side to side to get a 'feel' for the added weight in its swaying stomach... it saw one of the other prey items had vanished, and the cop was too busy dealing with the zombies it seemed so it decided to attack her as well! It made a weird, 'Oooo' like noise as it moved, swiftly, despite having 150 additional pounds of weight in its belly! It swung its massive arms, attempting to strike her in the back!

by Monica DiMarco Sat Mar 26, 2022 6:16 am

"What'chyou say?!" She spat at the teenager, before turning to see some dizty ass red head approach, and before she could even stop any of them from what they were doing when the big ass... frog? Salamander? Fuckin' dinosaur all she knew swooped down and gulped the woman before she could really ascertain what kind of ditzy ass bitch she was! She was kinda in awe though too, half wondering if it was blood loss induced halucinations.

She sorta... kinda aimed her Browning at the munching lizard, and lowered her gun. "Dayyum... that thing really just make a munchie out of that teach..? The hell kinda day is this?!" She spat, before noticing the student high tailing it! "H-Hey! The hell you doing?! Get back here!!" She screamed when the lizard thing turned to her, bulging stomach and all. "Shiit, looks like golden coral's closed, how the hell you still hungry after eatin' that bitch?" She spat, shooting at it finally.

For a creature that just became fat off that teacher, it was quick! It was dodging her swiftly and then a zombie came up from behind her! "Shit!" She turned the pistol, firing into the things face, grabbing its shoulder and tossing the corpse into the direction of the monster before dodging via a roll. "Ooof, fuck me...!" She spat, holding her neck, kicking herself off the ground as the creature realized it missed its mark and was turning for her again!

She backed off, swinging open her Squad Car's door and dove in just as it took off the driver's door with its immense strength! "Shit, fuck you!!" She spat, laying across both driver's seat and passenger on her back, both hands on the handgun as she emptied the magazine into its slimy flesh!

by Gulper Sat Mar 26, 2022 6:22 am

Monica DiMarco wrote:"What'chyou say?!" She spat at the teenager, before turning to see some dizty ass red head approach, and before she could even stop any of them from what they were doing when the big ass... frog? Salamander? Fuckin' dinosaur all she knew swooped down and gulped the woman before she could really ascertain what kind of ditzy ass bitch she was! She was kinda in awe though too, half wondering if it was blood loss induced halucinations.

She sorta... kinda aimed her Browning at the munching lizard, and lowered her gun. "Dayyum... that thing really just make a munchie out of that teach..? The hell kinda day is this?!" She spat, before noticing the student high tailing it! "H-Hey! The hell you doing?! Get back here!!" She screamed when the lizard thing turned to her, bulging stomach and all. "Shiit, looks like golden coral's closed, how the hell you still hungry after eatin' that bitch?" She spat, shooting at it finally.

For a creature that just became fat off that teacher, it was quick! It was dodging her swiftly and then a zombie came up from behind her! "Shit!" She turned the pistol, firing into the things face, grabbing its shoulder and tossing the corpse into the direction of the monster before dodging via a roll. "Ooof, fuck me...!" She spat, holding her neck, kicking herself off the ground as the creature realized it missed its mark and was turning for her again!

She backed off, swinging open her Squad Car's door and dove in just as it took off the driver's door with its immense strength! "Shit, fuck you!!" She spat, laying across both driver's seat and passenger on her back, both hands on the handgun as she emptied the magazine into its slimy flesh!

The constant 'buzzing' from the cop made the beast nauseous, and as it turned it grabbed a hold of her ankles and yanked her back! It managed to pull her legs all the way out when the lead flew and pelted the creature multiple times, causing it to let go and shriek! Bullets tore into its flesh, causing blooming wounds of red! "Rooooooooooooooooooo!!" The thing roared, swinging its arms under the vehicle and FLIPPED it! The sedan flipped sideways with its occupant, causing it to roll down the embankment till it landed upside down beside the woods. Not finished, it leaped from the road onto the exposed underside of the vehicle to crush it downwards upon its occupant, its massive belly swinging up and down in momentum as the vehicle continued to crush downwards! Once it was steaming, and half embedded into the mud, the creature decided she wasn't worth it, and left the cop to venture into the surrounding woods and digest its squirming, half-dead prey within its stomach...

(to here)

by Jack Taylor Sun Apr 17, 2022 5:18 pm

"That... is one flat ass squad car." Jack said, squatting down at the edge of an embankment that rolled down into a slight ditch where the RPD black and white was upside down, and nearly flat as a pancake.

(from here)

Having walked his way over from French street, Jack Taylor could see the vehicle in the treeline coming up and around the bend of planted trees that decorated the front half of the Private Academy for the gifted and wealthy children of Raccoon. He never really cared for these kinds of institutions, where you're kid got a little piece of foil that said 'they were better' than someone from public school. Such horse shit, its just a way to make the wealthy and elite feel special and separate from the rest of what they would deem 'the unworthy'.

But, this outbreak really helped blur those lines. People are people. Unless they're not... he got the suspicion that Ed was now feeling weary of him for what he said in the Ambulance, and he'd have to tread his advance... more carefully if he wanted the big guy on his side. God, how are we going to convince the other's we're ''not'' related? Especially when we hook up with Ray-Ray, shit... He thought to himself. Granted, Robert and Carrie were twins, so they were always written in the 'plans' to be related, but... eh.

"Hey, anyone alive? Robbie, you down there?" He asked. No response. He noted the brass casings litering the ground, picked them up. They were cold. 9x19 mm. Tony's Brand. Police issue munition. He tossed the casing aside. Given the state of this outbreak, the need to collect the empty brass wasn't much of a necessity, given there were still plenty of supplies yet. Still, he had to at least check for fresh ammo or weapons. Upon reaching the grassy ditch, he drew his partner, 'Immortal Spade' the large bowie knife like machete he carried out in public all the time and got slack for it. The same blade he let Ed borrow in the parking lot.

He wedged the blade into the door crack, and pried it open, which allowed the woman's bloodied corpse to fall onto her back. She was familiar... one of Iron's, if his suspicions were correct. He felt little remorse for such people, as she lay there, lifeless eyes staring up at him. A Browning Hipower, slide racked back on empty in her cold, dead hands. He sheathed the blade, and despite her being one of the corrupt, closed her eyes. She deserved that, even if his never got that treatment...

He sighed. "Well, you won't be needing this, officer." he says, prying back her fingers. Rigor mortis setting in, which meant he had to break her fingers to get her death claw grip off the handgun. He could've been nice, and snapped her neck, stabbed or shot her in the brain... but no, closing her eyes was the only mercy she was getting. He wanted the corrupt officers to feel the change, the flow of the virus that infected its hosts, reanimated them. He wanted those responsible to suffer. He noticed the bites, so it wouldn't be too long till she turned, so she wasn't going to need anything of use on her. He removed her cigarettes for personal use, about four magazines for the Browning HiPower, two of which were empty while one seemed to have ten or eight bullets loaded in. He pocketed the items, letting the empty weapon's slide cam back into its normal position without a loaded magazine.

He found an RPD SPAS-12 in the passenger seat, that was smashed to hell, so unusable, but he rips it out and disassembled the weapon with his multitool, getting access to the usable shells not damaged or crushed. He removed the woman's radio, and spoke into it: "Testing. Testing. 1.2.3. Charlie. Echo. Delta. Asshole." He smirked. "Nothing but static yet? How sad." He sighed, before clipping it to his suspenders.

He found a box of shotgun slugs, a box of Tony's Brand 9mm munition as well, and then went about acknowledging the elephant in the room as he stood up:

"Now, what the hell flattened you?" He asked the air, and began looking about. He noticed the impressions, webbed feet... Frogger's likely, but not quite as he also saw dragging impressions leading towards the circular river. He glanced up into the tree, she did mention it falling out of a tree after all. He noticed the odd slimy substance lining the branches and found them peculiar. "We're looking at something new here... interesting." he thought out loud.

He was pretty sure there wasn't much else around here. He saw nothing of this other teacher, presumably consumed or turned and wandering off. Robbie was likely in preparations to meet with the other operatives in the field, so he wasn't going to see him for a while. He juggled the handful of shotgun shells from the broken shotgun, and made his way back to the others, whistling.

(to here)

by RECB's SB Wrangler Tue May 09, 2023 12:07 am

[from here]

Eaglewolf's feet crunched solid ground, he tugs free the rope he used to descend and begins to roll it up over his free arm after disconnecting it from his belt. A random zombie popped up beside him, which he took out swiftly with the handgun holstered under his left arm. The loud clang of the medium powered handgun echoed around him as the creeper fell with a massive wound in its forehead. Behind him, an ambulance was shooting down the road, followed by a motorcycle and a legion of undead. Nothing too serious for the experienced Ozzy sniper, as he smirked and spung his handgun into the holster and began making way to his parked vehicle.

He tosses the duraluminum case into the backseat, slamming the door before sliding into the driverside, leaning back. He checked his watch, and it was only around 2100 hours, so he decided to sit back and wait for now... the next target location he needed to be in could wait a couple of hours. So, locking the doors, he leaned back his seat with his arms behind his head, his cap's brim pulled down over his eyes, as he took a nap.

September 25th, 1998

2400 hours...

The man woke to the sound of an explosion, and he looked about. Not just one, but three or four of them! The earth shook violently and looking out the window, he could see multiple clouds of flame spouting from what looked like East River Crossing Bridge, mainstreet or flower street as well. "Heh, someone started the party with the bang, eh? Musta been the R.P.D.! Good on'em." He chuckled, and checked the radio. "Oi, Eaglewolf to Alpha and Bravo, you read?" He called in. No response. He spoke up again, but nothing. "Eh, I'll try again in a bit." He says, nestling back in.

September 25th, 1998

0310 hours...

The man stretched inside his vehicle, and lazily brought the radio back to his lips. "Oi, you asshats find that bloody red head yet?! Its been nearly six hours since I sent ya bastards in! It shouldn't take this long to reply, I shot her in the bum with a rubbah after all! Respond, Ovah!" Eaglewolf impatiently called in!

by Random Mobs Wed Aug 02, 2023 1:48 am

A number of zombies gathered about the Ivy Academy Parkinglot...

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'B.O.W. Encounter (#)' : 5, 4, 5

by Random Mobs Wed Aug 02, 2023 1:50 am

Random Mobs wrote:A number of zombies gathered about the Ivy Academy Parkinglot...

Admin wrote:The member 'Random Mobs' has done the following action : Dice Roll WIP Testing

'B.O.W. Encounter (#)' : 5, 4, 5

Fourteen zombies shambled about the parking lot, moaning as they shambled between the narrow lanes of parked vehicles both on the street as well as the car park itself. A small number approached the school's doors while a greater number began shambling over to the sniper's vehicle...

by RECB's SB Wrangler Mon Aug 07, 2023 11:51 pm

"OI, You lot of bludgers got your little mitts on our Sheila yet. We need to clear out the Big Smoke soon as, before we end stuck on a walkabout. This Pozzy is getting bloody cactus out here. Now Sound off with a report you whackers."

"Alpha! Bravo! Crack the Shits yous get that bloody red head out now!"

Eaglewolf mumbled to himself as he picked his keys off the passenger seat, turning the engine over as the zombies all around turned their attention to the sounds of his car coming to life. Nine of the zombies were closer then the rest, which turned at the sound of the car's engine Eaglewolf shrugged before attempting to fasten his seatbelt.

"Whackers! Must have screwed the Roo bloody hard on this one. Nothing for it, but to send in another cleanup crew."

Eaglewolf put the car into gear and stepped on the pedal pulled a sleek handgun from a case on the passenger seat. Aiming it out the slight gap in the driver side window, he squeezes the trigger twice, dropping the two closest zombies as he drove to the end of the parking lot. Stopping the car he drew a second match gun from the case on the passenger seat. Stepping out of the car he stood up guns and arms pulled up, and pulled the triggers a total of twelve more times. One bullet for each of the zombies shambling toward him. One clean shot through the head for each virus carrying undead.

Setting the guns back into their case for the time being, he resituated himself in the driver seat, reaching for the seatbelt as he stopped shaking his head. Why had he done that twice now, his car didn't have seatbelts. Before driving off he looked at the radio once more, thinking Alpha and Bravo teams had failed completely.

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by Monica DiMarco Fri Aug 11, 2023 5:07 am

Jack Taylor wrote:"That... is one flat ass squad car." Jack said, squatting down at the edge of an embankment that rolled down into a slight ditch where the RPD black and white was upside down, and nearly flat as a pancake.

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Having walked his way over from French street, Jack Taylor could see the vehicle in the treeline coming up and around the bend of planted trees that decorated the front half of the Private Academy for the gifted and wealthy children of Raccoon. He never really cared for these kinds of institutions, where you're kid got a little piece of foil that said 'they were better' than someone from public school. Such horse shit, its just a way to make the wealthy and elite feel special and separate from the rest of what they would deem 'the unworthy'.

But, this outbreak really helped blur those lines. People are people. Unless they're not... he got the suspicion that Ed was now feeling weary of him for what he said in the Ambulance, and he'd have to tread his advance... more carefully if he wanted the big guy on his side. God, how are we going to convince the other's we're ''not'' related? Especially when we hook up with Ray-Ray, shit... He thought to himself. Granted, Robert and Carrie were twins, so they were always written in the 'plans' to be related, but... eh.

"Hey, anyone alive? Robbie, you down there?" He asked. No response. He noted the brass casings litering the ground, picked them up. They were cold. 9x19 mm. Tony's Brand. Police issue munition. He tossed the casing aside. Given the state of this outbreak, the need to collect the empty brass wasn't much of a necessity, given there were still plenty of supplies yet. Still, he had to at least check for fresh ammo or weapons. Upon reaching the grassy ditch, he drew his partner, 'Immortal Spade' the large bowie knife like machete he carried out in public all the time and got slack for it. The same blade he let Ed borrow in the parking lot.

He wedged the blade into the door crack, and pried it open, which allowed the woman's bloodied corpse to fall onto her back. She was familiar... one of Iron's, if his suspicions were correct. He felt little remorse for such people, as she lay there, lifeless eyes staring up at him. A Browning Hipower, slide racked back on empty in her cold, dead hands. He sheathed the blade, and despite her being one of the corrupt, closed her eyes. She deserved that, even if his never got that treatment...

He sighed. "Well, you won't be needing this, officer." he says, prying back her fingers. Rigor mortis setting in, which meant he had to break her fingers to get her death claw grip off the handgun. He could've been nice, and snapped her neck, stabbed or shot her in the brain... but no, closing her eyes was the only mercy she was getting. He wanted the corrupt officers to feel the change, the flow of the virus that infected its hosts, reanimated them. He wanted those responsible to suffer. He noticed the bites, so it wouldn't be too long till she turned, so she wasn't going to need anything of use on her. He removed her cigarettes for personal use, about four magazines for the Browning HiPower, two of which were empty while one seemed to have ten or eight bullets loaded in. He pocketed the items, letting the empty weapon's slide cam back into its normal position without a loaded magazine.

He found an RPD SPAS-12 in the passenger seat, that was smashed to hell, so unusable, but he rips it out and disassembled the weapon with his multitool, getting access to the usable shells not damaged or crushed. He removed the woman's radio, and spoke into it: "Testing. Testing. 1.2.3. Charlie. Echo. Delta. Asshole." He smirked. "Nothing but static yet? How sad." He sighed, before clipping it to his suspenders.

He found a box of shotgun slugs, a box of Tony's Brand 9mm munition as well, and then went about acknowledging the elephant in the room as he stood up:

"Now, what the hell flattened you?" He asked the air, and began looking about. He noticed the impressions, webbed feet... Frogger's likely, but not quite as he also saw dragging impressions leading towards the circular river. He glanced up into the tree, she did mention it falling out of a tree after all. He noticed the odd slimy substance lining the branches and found them peculiar. "We're looking at something new here... interesting." he thought out loud.

He was pretty sure there wasn't much else around here. He saw nothing of this other teacher, presumably consumed or turned and wandering off. Robbie was likely in preparations to meet with the other operatives in the field, so he wasn't going to see him for a while. He juggled the handful of shotgun shells from the broken shotgun, and made his way back to the others, whistling.

September 25th, 1998
3:11 AM...

Emergency sirens still rang out through the air, as did the frequent sound of gunfire or a shrill scream. The vehicle pulling out of the parking lot's lights fell upon the upside down, half flattened police cruiser, the occupant's gun shots stirring the occupant left inside hours earlier.

Monica DiMarco who lay there on her side in the same position that Jack had left her with her fingers still tight and broken began to move. Said broken fingers in her right hand twitched, the sound of cracking bone followed by a low, moaning gasp before the sunken eyelids rolled back and a pair of pallid and bloodshot eyes darted about. The world seemed alive. She could smell things more clearly, hear things more distantly. She felt all things considered, pretty damn good!

However...

She was hungry...

"Uuuhhhnn...." Monica moaned, her blood stained fingers gripping the ground and broken pieces of glass as she slowly crawled herself out of the twisted up car wreck. She couldn't feel the pain of her injuries: several crushed bones, punctured organs, nor the exposed fracture to her left leg. Not to mention she had been dead for several hours. The only pain Monica felt now? Was hunger. It was like munchies on top of starvation. She couldn't recall a time she was so hungry. "Uuuuuhnn..." she moaned again, dragging herself off the ground as the ringing gunshots from the speeding vehicle made her turn to the sight of the vehicle driving off; its human occupant unloading a pistol into nearby infected.

"Uuuuuhn..." she moaned, and began to shamble, a little slow at first due to her fractured leg which made walking somewhat troublesome as did the stiffness in the joints. She couldn't feel the pain of moving such taut limbs but she was looking like an extra from 'Thriller' now as she stumbled into the parking lot. She caught a glimpse of herself from one of the school's windows:
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...All things considering, she didn't look half bad. Just needed food. Food was the concern. The very NEED. She shambled towards the Academy's doors... and could sense... voices. Warmth.

...Flesh.

She could sense the pair of women inside the building and began pounding on the glass doors like the other zombies not being shot up by the reckless driver. Reckless... Driver... A memory when Monica started off as a Traffic Cop almost a decade ago. She was fresh off the force, eager to join the local RPD, to follow her family's footsteps. Her mother's brother, her Uncle Larry Jeffers was a detective in the late 60s:

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Uncle Larry was like her father figure, since her daddy died in the war. Uncle Jeffers spoiler her rotten and was a damn fine cop and respected, and mind you this was late 60's America where a black man can be successful in an overall white man's world. He was damn good at his job. He inspired the nine year old Monica to the point she wanted to be a police officer too. She remembered how he used to laugh and crack up when she spoke to him about it. Then... he just vanished. Never came back from his shift and wasn't able to be accounted for. That only drew her more into being a cop...

...Flesh.

The zombified Monica found herself pounding on a different door, not one of glass but of steel. Her hand falling onto the familiar shape of a knob as she jiggled it. "Uhhhhnnnn...." she moaned as she found herself grasping and pulling the door back... and it was open.

"Uhhhnnnn...." Moaned Monica, who shambled into the new opening, dragging her left leg behind her just as the door closed shut.

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