Jack Street Apartment Complex

She slipped his wallet back into his pants, before turning coffee in hand and offering him the mug. "coffee?" she asked before her eyes widened "Oh you're a cop?" the subject of work had never come up in the brief bar room romance of the previous evening. Before he had chance to reply or even take the cup from her there was some kind of argument out in the hall. No that wasn't the right word. The woman sounded scared, but the man sounded confused, she would have expected angry. God knows she's had enough arguments the last couple of weeks.
"Marital bliss" she half joked smiling at the policeman as she handed over the mug of coffee and picked one up for herself.

Donna Marie Marchant wrote:She slipped his wallet back into his pants, before turning coffee in hand and offering him the mug. "coffee?" she asked before her eyes widened "Oh you're a cop?" the subject of work had never come up in the brief bar room romance of the previous evening. Before he had chance to reply or even take the cup from her there was some kind of argument out in the hall. No that wasn't the right word. The woman sounded scared, but the man sounded confused, she would have expected angry. God knows she's had enough arguments the last couple of weeks.
"Marital bliss" she half joked smiling at the policeman as she handed over the mug of coffee and picked one up for herself.

As Damian walked in, he saw her extend a mug to him, and smiled. "Thanks, uh..." He looks down at himself, hearing the slight surprise in her voice as he looks back up and takes the mug. "Yep, 'to protect and serve', heh." he chuckled, taking an extended sip from the piping hot mug. They didn't really talk work between the bar and here, they were after all preoccupied with each other when they hit the street. "I'm the youngest Lieutenant in the force since the sixties." He added, when the muffled commotion from outside came into question. He looked somewhat concerned and nodded, knowingly. "Its Darla and Eugene again. Eugene left Darla a couple days ago, I'm surprised the slimy bastard's back and she let him in." He says with a shrug, taking another sip from the mug. He was getting concerned though, as the muffled voices seemed to get more... agitated than usual. He would have to stop over before heading to work, to at least check up on them. Eugene after all did have a criminal record... Assault... battery... perhaps I should stop in right now... He thought, not realizing he was walking over to where his nightstick was- a tonfa style billy club made of wood but had a steel core down the center. He slipped it into the loop on his left hip, his gun holster was again, empty, as he wasn't permitted to take his standard issue with him... not like he needed a firearm to handle Eugene. He took another long sip of coffee and smiles. "Pretty damn good." He sets the mug on the counter and begins heading for the door, looking back to Donna for a moment. "I'm just gonna have a word with them," he promises.

The sound of the gunshot made her jump, causing her to almost drop her coffee cup, she managed to hang onto it but spilt some on the floor.
"Oh my God!" She gasped "Was that a gunshot?!?" Her eyes darted towards the cop, noting for the first time he wasn't armed. "you have a gun in the apartment right? In a safe? You can't go out there unarmed!!!"

Her mind was racing at a thousand miles an hour, what was happening, this wasn't how the night was supposed to end!

Donna Marie Marchant wrote:The sound of the gunshot made her jump, causing her to almost drop her coffee cup, she managed to hang onto it but spilt some on the floor.
"Oh my God!" She gasped "Was that a gunshot?!?" Her eyes darted towards the cop, noting for the first time he wasn't armed. "you have a gun in the apartment right? In a safe? You can't go out there unarmed!!!"

Her mind was racing at a thousand miles an hour, what was happening, this wasn't how the night was supposed to end!

((OOC: Warning, very long read. To avoid constant switching between npc and myself, I did it all in one, long, go. Strap in and enjoy!!))

Damian's head shot a glance to his door quickly when he heard the shot. Donna jumping reasonably from the sound was the second glance he made. He didn't notice she spilled coffee, didn't care. God, has it come to this? He thought, not wanting to think about what he was going to see in the next few moments. He looks to Donna and points to the phone on the wall. "Dial 911, stay low, quiet and out of sight till I get back." he ordered, but in a sincere and direct tone. He walks back to the bedroom, kneeling next to the safe he had under the bedside table. He had other guns, but most of them were at his house he was still moving into in North Raccoon. He was glad he decided to have one on hand, for security reasons. He cracked the safe with a few turns of the dial, reaching in for the sleek black handgun. He grabbed an additional mag, one of the extended 15 round mags from work just in case, slipping it into the mag pouch affixed to his belt. He keeps the weapon pointed down as he reenters the living area, a finger to his lips toward Donna, before he quietly peeks his head into the hall. Clear. He told himself, quietly entering, hands on his gun as he crouch walked into the hall. He saw a few other tenants poking their heads out from their rooms, and he quietly waved them to get down.

He presses his back against the wall close to Eugene's and Darla's apartment... when he sees the blood. God... what the hell happened here?! He internally gasps, his eyes taking in the bloody trail that had lead from the apartment's doorway down the hall to the stairwell down into the entrance. Thats a lot of blood... I'm surprised he's not out here on the floor! Did he have a bullet in him before all of this?! He thought, reminded of the time he was shot with a .357 slug to the chest... a couple of years ago that, he still bared the scar.

He felt naked in spite it all, lacking a bullet proof vest. Iron's and his stupid doctrines at play there... he thought, looking down, clicking the safety off. He checked the door, finding more blood... but it was ajar. Flattened against the wall he clears his throat. "Eugene? Darla?" He called out, half expecting a report of a weapon in response in the next few moments that passed. Nothing. Nothing in the tension filled air. Feeling a bit risky, he kneels down and whips his right hand against the door, quickly retracting it from the opening as it swings open! That would have normally elicited gun shots... but nothing, again. Now, very concerned, and not wanting to waste any more time, he stands, hunched a little, weapon barrel trained at the floor before he round's the corner, raising it as he enters the dark apartment.

As he enters, he notices an odd scent in the air. It was a very sweet, yet rancid scent- like rotting fruit. He sweeps the room with his firearm as he enters, the flickering light above the kitchenette wasn't helping him at all save to make out shapes of dark crimson spread out across the floor in patches, patches that lead to the bedroom. He could also hear... something. An odd crunching noise that made him feel very uneasy. "Eugene? Darla?" he calls out again, the door half open was splattered with blood. He could feel his heart beating, it was loud enough that it pounded in his ears as he slowly reached for the door knob, and then slowly, pushed it open with a loud, creaking yawn.

His heart continued to pound, his eyes scanning the room for threats, one hand sweeping his handgun, the other grabbing the maglite from his belt. He crossed the handgun over his left arm, his left hand activating the switch, the torch light beaming a bright white circle across from him. He saw blood on the walls, the curtains drawn to a close, the bed... and....

I didn't see that...

His eyes were wide, sweat dripping down his brow, his heart pounding even harder, he could swear the only sound there was was his steady, beating heart... and the munching, crunching sound from the corner. He got closer, his instincts as an officer outweighing the fear in his gut for what he possibly thought he saw... as he approached however, he stared... and stared at what was clearly not a trick of the light, or from wracked nerves. What he saw was so truly horrifying, that it reminded him of the grisly murders...

He trained his weapon on Eugene, on his knees, hunched over a pair of feminine legs which twitched from under him! A small, whimpering voice rattled from in front of Eugene, gurgling and wet. Eugene's face was against Darla's, he couldn't see either of them properly, but blood continued to pool beneath them, a smoking P226 was in Eugene's reach. Snapping back to reality, Damian furrowed his brow and aggressively leveled the weapon at Eugene's back. "Eugene you fucking bastard, get on your feet or I'll shoot!" He barked, his calm demeanor he had with Donna was now a deep, and commanding tone he reserved for criminals and lowlifes like Eugene here.

Eugene stilled for a moment... and then slowly turned, as he began to stand up, pulling something... meaty with his teeth as he turned around. Damian shuttered involuntarily as he saw sinew, and stringy meat strand... then pull from Darla's face- her nose was now in Eugene's mouth! He crunched on the soft tissue, his face covered in gore, his eyes... his eyes were the lightest blue he ever seen, almost white... Darla, she was a mess herself, blood covering her face, quivering from the shock no doubt! He almost didn't glance up in time to see Eugene approaching him! Damian blinked, leveling the gun again, aiming at Eugene’s chest! “Thats far enough you sick freak!” but waving the gun’s barrel at him didn’t even make him flinch.

“I said don’t move! Eugene! I’m warning you, I will shoot you!” He warned the man, who continued to chew on his wife’s nose, before… swallowing. The man’s arms were now raised, his lips curled into a snarl dripping with red and strings of flesh! Damian’s face pinches to anger and frustration as he pulls the trigger!

BANG!

Blood splashed the wall behind Eugene, the bullet tearing through his shoulder. Eugene hardly flinched or noticed, only recoiling slightly from the bullet entering his body! Fucked up on some sort of drug! Explains how he can move in spite the blood loss, fuck! Damian thought, as Eugene shambled towards him again!

BANG!

Another shot, this time it was at his chest, yet still no reaction! Now Eugene was grappling him, his bony fingers wet with warm blood were digging against his forearms, Damian backing up toppled over onto his back, but not before launching the man against the wall as he fell! His light rolled across the shag carpet, his gun somewhere in the darkness of the room! The officer panicked, as Eugene got back to his feet, and came at Damian once more! “Fuck!” Damian yelps, raising one boot up before the man could fall onto him! His boot connecting to the man’s lower stomach, keeping him at bay long enough for the Lieutenant to slide out his tonfa baton from its holster.

“What the fuck are you on?!” He shouts, watching the shell of a man flail at his legs, grabbing hold of one, bringing his teeth to the ankle of his boot! Damian felt a tingle down his spine like an ice cube slid down his back, his gut telling him not to let the thing bite him! “NO!” He screamed, bringing his other boot up smacking the side of the man’s head! He recoiled, his balance off, shambling onto the nearby bed before whipping back towards Damian, falling upon him!

CRUNCH!

Damian’s eyes were wide, his heart beating in his entire body as the man bit hard into the tonfa Damian had risen in time! Euguene’s fetid breath washed over him like a dose of waking salts, using both hands against the tonfa to push the rabbid man’s head back! All the while he swung his hands down at his face, trying to claw Damian! I need my fucking gun! His mind screamed, his eyes darting around the dark room while jostling the freak on top of him. He saw it, caught in the rays of his flashlight, not too far away!

Eugene gripped Damian’s collar tight, but the officer fought back even harder as he forces his weight, and Eugene’s up with sheer will before forcing Eugene on his back, pushing down full force with tonfa, hearing the jaw crack and break! Somehow, even this wasn’t enough! Looking over to his gun, he abandons the billy club, and dives for the gun, crawling for it on his elbows and knees, feeling Eugene’s shadow looming ever closer, the dull clunk of the baton hitting the floor behind him, ignoring the rug burn on his forearms as he crawled, and reached out, grabbing the handgun, and turned, raising the weapon while laying on his back, weapon trained on Eugene’s chest!

BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG!!!

Eugene’s chest bloomed with multiple gun shots, Damian at this point having nearly fired an entire civilian magazine into the sorry excuse of a man’s body! He hit many of the vital areas this time, liver, lungs, heart, he was sure that this time… he had no choice but to fall. And fall Eugene did… falling backwards, and spasming on the floor which was quickly pooling with blood. Damian, covered in sweat, panting hard with a smoking gun in his trembling hands took a moment to catch himself before standing up, aiming down at the monster. “Fucking hell…” he panted, shaking his head.

He glances over to Darla, and quickly approaches her still form. She didn’t look good… beyond her face which was in shreds of unimaginable gore, her throat was torn. Still, he reached down to what remained of her neck for a pulse, and brought his left ear close to her mouth to listen for a breath… there was neither. He closed his eyes, pulling away from her to inspect the scene.

Eugene, fucked up on GOD knows what, comes home, gets into a fight with Darla, she fights back, tries to shoot him… gets eaten by him? Crap, was Eugene the cannibal murderer from August all this time? No, he was gone in August, on a month long journey, he’s one of Umbrella’s truckers, he was out of state back then...

He saw a phone on the table, and decided to call Ben, as he should be on shift yet at the station… but weirdly, the phone lacked any dial tone. It was plugged in, but nothing. Nothing but dead air. “What the hell?” He shakes his head, wondering what the fuck was going on. Then, a little voice spoke into his ear, reminding him:

“Donna.” He had to put those thoughts on hold. He used a nearby pillow sheet to pick up the P226, an expensive pistol, from the ground, holstering his own handgun before doing so. Just in case for prints… He told himself, before walking back for his light and baton, holstering them as well. Walking out into the hall, he could see that everyone who had been curious before, were out of sight, understandably. Eight gun shots would do that… he thought, wondering what kind of shit would make a man be a walking tank taking all those bullets? He shelved the thought, before knocking on his apartment door. “Donna, its me,” he called out as calmly as he could, opening the door, entering wearily, looking worse for wear. “You get a hold of the police?”

A pair of blue eyes framed by dark brown hair peered over his kitchen counter at him. She was wide eyed and obviously scared, and the sight of the cop looking like he'd just gone ten rounds with a rottwieller obviously did nothing to calm her. She'd heard the sound of the fight in the other room, heard the gunshots and had feared the worse. Slowly standing she put the carving knife she'd grabbed from the block down on the work top.
Pointing at the phone she shrugged "The line is dead!" before continuing "Are you ok??? What on earth happened over there?!!?"

Donna Marie Marchant wrote:A pair of blue eyes framed by dark brown hair peered over his kitchen counter at him. She was wide eyed and obviously scared, and the sight of the cop looking like he'd just gone ten rounds with a rottwieller obviously did nothing to calm her. She'd heard the sound of the fight in the other room, heard the gunshots and had feared the worse. Slowly standing she put the carving knife she'd grabbed from the block down on the work top.
Pointing at the phone she shrugged "The line is dead!" before continuing "Are you ok??? What on earth happened over there?!!?"

Damian lets out a sigh of relief as he sees her poking out from the kitchen counter, knife in hand. "Dead?!" He sets the handgun from the other room onto the counter, and wipes his brow with his forearm. "How... how... how?" He mumbles, feeling uneasy. He turns to face her, and answers. "The husband... he... killed his wife. Wouldn't stop, he was... he was on something, I dunno what, but it took all those shots to finally do him in. Their phone is dead too." he swallowed dryly, spotting his coffee mug from earlier and took a nice long guzzle of it. Once finished he brought it down and looked at her. "I need to report this, but-" he stopped, noticing a shadow in the hallway, having neglected to shut the door. It looked familiar in shape. He continued to stare, his face pale, unable to hide his shock this time. No... that couldn't be possible! He feels every hair on his body stand on end, his hand shakily going for his holstered weapon, remembering he only had two shots left... "Donna... get away from the door...!" He gulped, his wide blue eyes focusing on the form which was shuffling its way into view!

Damian Handy wrote:

Donna Marie Marchant wrote:A pair of blue eyes framed by dark brown hair peered over his kitchen counter at him. She was wide eyed and obviously scared, and the sight of the cop looking like he'd just gone ten rounds with a rottwieller obviously did nothing to calm her. She'd heard the sound of the fight in the other room, heard the gunshots and had feared the worse. Slowly standing she put the carving knife she'd grabbed from the block down on the work top.
Pointing at the phone she shrugged "The line is dead!" before continuing "Are you ok??? What on earth happened over there?!!?"

Damian lets out a sigh of relief as he sees her poking out from the kitchen counter, knife in hand. "Dead?!" He sets the handgun from the other room onto the counter, and wipes his brow with his forearm. "How... how... how?" He mumbles, feeling uneasy. He turns to face her, and answers. "The husband... he... killed his wife. Wouldn't stop, he was... he was on something, I dunno what, but it took all those shots to finally do him in. Their phone is dead too." he swallowed dryly, spotting his coffee mug from earlier and took a nice long guzzle of it. Once finished he brought it down and looked at her. "I need to report this, but-" he stopped, noticing a shadow in the hallway, having neglected to shut the door. It looked familiar in shape. He continued to stare, his face pale, unable to hide his shock this time. No... that couldn't be possible! He feels every hair on his body stand on end, his hand shakily going for his holstered weapon, remembering he only had two shots left... "Donna... get away from the door...!" He gulped, his wide blue eyes focusing on the form which was shuffling its way into view!

Something dragging its feet upon the floor shambled its way into the room, in the plain light, was a tall male figure wearing a yellow jacket with an Umbrella logo on the upper sleeve, 'Shipping' was printed underneath, and on the face of the tattered jacket was a name stitched above a gun shot wound that would have pierced the heart... it read: EUGENE.

The creature turned towards Donna, who was closer, his bloody face dripping with Darla's blood, his eyes... were pale blue, foggy even. His teeth stained red, and a warbling groan came from his neck... where an older wound Damian did not see before, the initial shot that was heard had cleanly cut through his jugular and out the back! Donna could see the rest of Damian's apartment behind Eugene through the opening in his neck! He shambles quickly towards her, arms outstretched, his limply hanging jaw wobbling against his neck!

Her eyes wide with panic she instinctively went for the knife that moments earlier she'd placed on the counter, then her eyes lit upon the pistol! Snatching it up she pointed it wildly in the direction of the bloody man's head and jerked at the trigger. Fortunately Damian hadn't flipped the safety on, unfortunately Donna had never used a gun before.  The gun cracked and bucked in her hand, barking out shots in Eugene's general direction. Damian couldn't believe it when he realised she was shooting with her eyes closed! Then SPLITCH! One round hit just below Eugene's right eye, blowing a cloud of grey matter and blood out of the back of his skull, sucking his eyeball out of the socket into the gaping wound. Donna carried on shooting emptying the gun into thin air as the man dropped to the floor.
Finally opening her eyes and looking at the bloody mess before her she threw up.
"Oh my GOD! What did I just do?!?.... What have I done?!?!?" she dropped the floor and backed away bumping into a unit and sliding to the floor "I killed him! Oh my God I killed him!!!!"

Donna Marie Marchant wrote:Her eyes wide with panic she instinctively went for the knife that moments earlier she'd placed on the counter, then her eyes lit upon the pistol! Snatching it up she pointed it wildly in the direction of the bloody man's head and jerked at the trigger. Fortunately Damian hadn't flipped the safety on, unfortunately Donna had never used a gun before.  The gun cracked and bucked in her hand, barking out shots in Eugene's general direction. Damian couldn't believe it when he realised she was shooting with her eyes closed! Then SPLITCH! One round hit just below Eugene's right eye, blowing a cloud of grey matter and blood out of the back of his skull, sucking his eyeball out of the socket into the gaping wound. Donna carried on shooting emptying the gun into thin air as the man dropped to the floor.
Finally opening her eyes and looking at the bloody mess before her she threw up.
"Oh my GOD! What did I just do?!?.... What have I done?!?!?" she dropped the floor and backed away bumping into a unit and sliding to the floor "I killed him! Oh my God I killed him!!!!"

He had his gun drawn and trained, but Donna beat him to the punch. He ducked as the bullets filed, and watched Eugene crumple to the floor! He glances over at Donna, realizing she had her eyes closed the entire time! She threw up, before falling to the floor, backing away in a panic. "Donna... Donna!" He shouted, rushing to her side, holstering his weapon again. He cradled her in his arms, tried to calm her down. "Shh shh. You had no choice, it was self defense..." he whispers, turning his attention to Eugene who now lay on the floor. All those bullets, heart shot and all should have killed him before his brains splattered against the living room wall. It was clear though, he wasn't getting up from this one.

There was a scream in the hall, which made him jump, his head turning to the doorway, when the scream turned wet and there was a familiar crunching noise that followed! He looked back at Donna and grabbed the sides of her face. "Stay here, I'll be right back, keep that knife handy, okay?" He then stands up and heads back to the hall, turning to see one of the other apartment's tenants were in the clutches of a female figure, his neighbor's wide eyes pointed up at the ceiling, their jaw agape as their neck was torn away. The female figure turned...

"Darla...?!" He gasped. It wasn't possible, but the woman before him was Darla Reynolds, the woman whose pulse was as dead as the damn phone lines. There she was, now facing him with milky white eyes, flesh hanging from her bloody jaws as she let out a hoarse, rattling moan which bubbled from her torn throat! She was dead... but, moving. She was shambling towards him, like Eugene had to him, hunger in her tone and eyes. He backed away, weapon raised again, and fired a round instinctively at her heart. She recoiled from the wound, but again, like Eugene... there was no reaction. Why would she? She was dead. The hungry moans, the frenzied reaction, the immunity of pain... he'd seen enough horror movies growing up to know what he was dealing with, but this wasn't some late nite creature feature, this was reality. Just... say it Handy. His inner voice told him, as he raised his handgun, aiming a little higher now. "...zombie."

BANG!

The slide locked in place, smoke crawling out the barrel, the magazine now empty. Darla's body fell like a wet sack of potatoes, twitching once before stilling. He stared at her body for a moment, before returning to Donna. As he entered his apartment, he ejected the civilian magazine, and slid in the fresh, extended clip from his belt into the weapon. "We need to leave, head to the station. Somethings not right here, I can't... can't rightly explain it." He says to Donna, looking to her then the P226 on the floor. He briskly walks over to one of his packed boxes, rummaging through it. "Where the hell is it..." he grumbled, looking for the P226 magazines he had for his own P226 he had at his house in uptown. He knew he saw some around here...

Adrenaline kicked in and she scrambled to her feet, still clad in just a bath towel "I need to get dressed!" she gasped. Nervously skirting the dead body and avoiding looking in its direction she hurried to the bedroom and slipped into her clothes from the previous night. She felt a semblance of normality returning as she got dressed, but what the hell she had just killed a guy, and in front of a cop. she remembered his words "we have to get to the station...... Sure so he can book you, oh God Donna what have you done?!?!" she thought.
After a couple of minutes she returned to see the cop rummaging through his packing boxes, probably looking for his cuffs she thought to herself "Am I under arrest?" she asked as casually as she could.

Donna Marie Marchant wrote:Adrenaline kicked in and she scrambled to her feet, still clad in just a bath towel "I need to get dressed!" she gasped. Nervously skirting the dead body and avoiding looking in  its direction she hurried to the bedroom and slipped into her clothes from the previous night. She felt a semblance of normality returning as she got dressed, but what the hell she had just killed a guy, and in front of a cop. she remembered his words "we have to get to the station...... Sure so he can book you, oh God Donna what have you done?!?!" she thought.
After a couple of minutes she returned to see the cop rummaging through his packing boxes, probably looking for his cuffs she thought to herself "Am I under arrest?" she asked as casually as she could.

"Aha... there you are," Damian sighs with relief, pulling out a couple of the twelve round magazines. He needed to grab the box of ammo in the safe, the spare police magazine for his Beretta 92, and load shells as quickly as he could. He almost didn't see Donna as he turned to head to the bedroom, almost bumping into her! He took a moment to compose himself, hearing the frightened tone in her voice. "What?" He started, looking back at the body... what they were. He shook his head. "No. Technically speaking, murder is defined as one living being killing another." he says, walking past her to the bedroom again, thinking the best way to put it. "You may think its crazy, but Eugene was already dead before you shot him. I just shot Darla outside, and I checked her pulse without a mistake, and she was dead!" he says, taking the magazine from the safe, and quickly began loading shells into the magazines. "She was dead, not breathing no pulse, yet, she just killed another one of my neighbors acting just like Eugene!" He exclaimed with a tinge of fear, finishing two of the mags, another two to go.

She stood there with a wide eyed incredulous look on her face "Already dead?!?! Are you mad, you must have made a mistake, you'd just been in a fight!" Then her eyes returned to the corpse in the kitchen, she remembered the view she'd had through his neck of the apartment as he'd shambled towards her. Looking at all the bullet wounds in his body and realising that any of them would have... should have killed him.
"Ok so lets say I agree with you, something is definitely not as it should be! It maybe some new drug, or a mutated virus, either way we aren't equipped to deal with this by ourselves." Nodding as she braced what little resolve she had "I agree the best place to start is the station!"

"I know how it sounds, but its true." He says, loading the last of the P226 mags, before turning to face her. "I don't know whats going on, but Eugene, Darla... they... something made them like this. Exactly what? I can't say for sure. You're right, it could be either of those, but we really, really shouldn't be staying here much longer." He remarks, before nodding with her in agreement. "Right, but the thing is, I'm not sure if this is an isolated case or not. Phones are dead, those two were walking corpses, its almost like..." He paused on that thought, thinking of the horror pictures of his childhood. The thing with those old films, is that when the... zombie bit other humans... Darla had torn their neck out... like Eugene had with Darla... damn, just listen to your own thoughts man! I know I said it, but what the fuck, is it really...zombies?!

He recalled her handling of the handgun earlier, and handed her the two P226 mags. "Alright, you got the basic principle of a firearm, but keep your eyes open when you shoot, and don't get trigger happy, or you'll be out of bullets faster than you can blink." He says, taking the P226, the slide which was locked back indicated it was empty, holding it with her hand clasped with his, so she could get a feel for what to do. "The button here beside the trigger guard is the mag release, hold that down, then pull the mag out." he says, pulling the magazine out. "Always keep the pistol in your dominant hand, take the magazine and slide it into the well. Then either grab the back of the slide, these ridges here," he said pointing at the cocking serrations. "and pull it back, then let go. Or take your thumb, flick the slide release here," pointing to the lever which was keeping the slide locked back. "to let the slide, slide in place. Doing that will chamber the gun, meaning its live. Safety is here, and remember to only point it when you mean to shoot. And to keep your eyes open, two hands on the gun, line up the sights, and your good to go. You understand?" He asked, trying his best to teach pistol safety and use as detailed, and quickly as he could. He wasn't sure yet... but he had an idea creeping in his mind that his other neighbor laying dead in the hall may not be laying there for much longer...

Ben Arrives at the apartment complex upon entering he sees the body of a woman on the floor and further up the corridor he see's Rachel helping the other person to his feet he looks in pretty bad shape, a gaping hole in his throat he looks on relieved that Rachel is okay as she attends to the man he heads to Damian's apartment to figure out what happened here he peeks in through the open door and sees Damian and a woman “Hey Lieutenant....” Before Ben can finish his greeting he hears Rachel yell out as if in pain as he turns back to the hall he sees the man tearing a chunk out of her throat Ben looks on distraught surprisingly Rachel manages to push the man away as she does so she fires several rounds into the man’s chest she then slumps into the wall using it to hold herself up Ben then fires two more rounds into the chest of the man who now turns his attention to Ben “What the fuck,how are you still standing” the man doesn't show any sign of pain his skin tone pale movement sluggish “Fine you sick fuck try walking this one off” Ben then aims his gun a bit higher his sights now trained on his targets head he pulls the trigger the gunshot once again echoing throughout the corridor the man's body now crashes to the floor showing no sign of getting back up. Ben rushes over to Rachel “Oh fuck we need to get you some medical help” Ben looks at Rachel who appears to be unconscious as he lifts her head slightly to inspect the wound her eyes suddenly spring open startling Ben before he has the chance to say anything Rachel lets out a horrifying growl (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=guZ8gu437AQ) and lunges at Ben causing him to trip and fall on his back he calls out to Rachel “ What's wrong!!” Ben keeps her at bay with his left arm her jaw snapping at him as if she was trying to bite him he looks at a shell of his former love Ben's voice now filled with sorrow and extremely shaky “I...I'm...” Tears being to form in his eyes Ben points his gun to Rachel's head “I'm...I'm Sorry” Ben pulls the trigger the contents of Rachel's head now decorating the corridor and his uniform Rachel's now lifeless body slumps against Ben's his gun now fall beside him, he wraps his arms around her body cradling her while sobbing.

Damian hears movement outside, a familiar voice, Rachel, another police officer assessing the situation. He closed his eyes and sighs with relief. "Rache, in here!" he called out. "Can ya get in touch with the station?" He called out, turning to Donna again. "I almost forgot, a few of my neighbors are co-workers." He chuckled, when he heard someone approaching.

Ben Winters wrote:Ben Arrives at the apartment complex upon entering he sees the body of a woman on the floor and further up the corridor he see's Rachel helping the other person to his feet he looks in pretty bad shape, a gaping hole in his throat he looks on relieved that Rachel is okay as she attends to the man he heads to Damian's apartment to figure out what happened here he peeks in through the open door and sees Damian and a woman “Hey Lieutenant....”

Damian turns to face Ben, another officer, and coincidentally Rachel's boyfriend. "Ben! Jesus, the cops really DO show up late at the end of a horror film!" He exclaimed, laughing near histerically given the 30 or so minutes of HELL Donna and himself endured! "You missed some crazy shit man," he says pointing to the body in his room. "Its like a Goddamn nightmare! Whats going on over at the station?" he stopped himself, remarking Ben's out of breath appearance, the look of momentary relief on his face masking his own confusion and exhaustion. The man had just pulled a twelve hour plus, and a 15 minute jog from the station to the apartment complex...

However, Damian realized he needed to ask one last question: "Ben, the guy in the hall- he's not moving, is he?"

Ben Winters wrote:
Before Ben can finish his greeting he hears Rachel yell out as if in pain as he turns back to the hall he sees the man tearing a chunk out of her throat Ben looks on distraught surprisingly Rachel manages to push the man away as she does so she fires several rounds into the man’s chest she then slumps into the wall using it to hold herself up Ben then fires two more rounds into the chest of the man who now turns his attention to Ben

Rachel's scream cut the conversation to a close, and he watches Ben dart from the door frame, out of sight and up the hall! That scream answered the Lieutenant's questions. God... they really are... He blinked before realizing that the Sargent was unaware of the truth! "Ben-BEN!" he shouts, bursting into the hall after him, pausing to look at the pool of blood on the hall's floor, his neighbor from earlier was missing. Ben was out of sight, having taken the right turn up ahead. "You have to shoot them in the head!" he screamed, but the multiple gunshots drowned out his voice. He was about to chase after him, when he heard a moan come from behind. He turns, face to face with a construction worker drenched with blood, eyes white, mouth dripping and skin a blue tint. He was joined by another, a man in a suit who was drunkenly shambling behind the worker, missing most of his left arm, having followed Ben into the apartment most likely, that entrance door never did close well!

"Ah fuck me..." he sighed raising his sidearm. He couldn't leave Donna unprotected, so Ben was on his own for now.

BANG!

The Beretta in his hand recoiled, as he fired a round into the suit clad 'zombies' head.

Ben Winters wrote:
“What the fuck,how are you still standing” the man doesn't show any sign of pain his skin tone pale movement sluggish “Fine you sick fuck try walking this one off” Ben then aims his gun a bit higher his sights now trained on his targets head he pulls the trigger the gunshot once again echoing throughout the corridor the man's body now crashes to the floor showing no sign of getting back up. Ben rushes over to Rachel “Oh fuck we need to get you some medical help” Ben looks at Rachel who appears to be unconscious as he lifts her head slightly to inspect the wound her eyes suddenly spring open startling Ben before he has the chance to say anything Rachel lets out a horrifying growl (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=guZ8gu437AQ) and lunges at Ben causing him to trip and fall on his back he calls out to Rachel “ What's wrong!!” Ben keeps her at bay with his left arm her jaw snapping at him as if she was trying to bite him he looks at a shell of his former love Ben's voice now filled with sorrow and extremely shaky “I...I'm...” Tears being to form in his eyes Ben points his gun to Rachel's head “I'm...I'm Sorry” Ben pulls the trigger the contents of Rachel's head now decorating the corridor and his uniform Rachel's now lifeless body slumps against Ben's his gun now fall beside him, he wraps his arms around her body cradling her while sobbing.

Damian hears another gun shot from behind him, the steadfast sentinel he was, he was not letting any more of these freaks into the apartment! "Shit, Ben... Rachel... come on guys, you can handle this!" He snarls under his breath, firing another round into the approaching construction worker, his damn helmet plinking his 9mm round, the sound of the ricochet made him shrink a little, as the bullet bounced off the wall to his left, and then slammed into another wall somewhere behind him. He pulls out his tonfa style baton from its holster, gripping the small forearm branching off the club, swinging the pommel of the night stick into the approaching creature's stomach, forcing him back and tumbling down the stairwell to the lobby, where he could see at least four more of these afflicted shamblers dragging themselves into the apartment complex! Shit... were they drawn by the noise?! He clenched his teeth tightly, backing up half a step. He could see four, but could hear more! They were trapped, trapped unless they used the fire escape in the back. "BEN! DONNA, RACHE... ANYONE?!" He called out, backing away from the stairwell. He ran back to his room, not sure what he was thinking when he grabbed the couch in his living area, dragging it across the floor, out into the hall, and towards the stairs. He swerved around it, his hair clinging to his scalp with thick sweat, as he pushes the couch down the steps! It tumbles before lodging in an oblique manner across the length of the steps from one wall to the other.

It was haphazard and barely a temporary solution to the creatures walking up the steps with outstretched arms and drooling, gaping maws! Their eyes empty, their moans painful and hungry... He stared, his breathing labored, wiping his forehead with his forearm. They needed to regroup. "Donna, Ben, Rache, we need to get the hell out of here!" He shouted out, looking at the multiple apartment doors. Fuck, everyone else... people are on the third floor yet, we have to warn them! He thought frantically, but closed his eyes, concentrated his breathing, calming himself down. Calm the fuck down Handy. Your an officer, a Lieutenant. You're not a rookie, granted this scenario is fucking...insane, but you can't lose your cool now. People need your help, you need to keep focused!

He reopened his eyes, his breathing even now, and calm. The creatures below still moaned and groaned, pushing against the couch. He hoped it would buy them enough time.

She couldn't believe this was actually happening, but the shouts, and cries and gunshots in the hallway were real enough. When she'd woken this morning all she'd wanted was coffee and bacon and this was a pretty long way away from that. Hesitant to poke her head out into the corridor she leant against the door frame.
"Damien?.... Damien!" she yelled "What's happening?!?!" A door a little way up the corridor opened a few inches and an oh so cute afro-American girl maybe eight or nine with her hair in corn rows poked her head out her huge eyes wide in fear. Donna gestured her back inside, the girls mother appeared at the door and Donna yelled "Lock the door, don't let anyone in no matter what!"
Poking her head into the hallway she cried "Damien!" her voice taking on a desperate tone, then he appeared, grabbing the couch and dragging it out of the apartment! Now, you pick now to move the couch I thought you were moving in not out!
"What's going on?!?!" She gasped at him as he dragged it down the hallway and tossed it down the stairs without so much as a word to her "HANDY! What the fuck is going on?!?!?" she was stood in the hallway now, gun clasped in her right hand a look in her eyes that said 'This book is late there will be a penalty!'

Ben still laid on the floor now with his eyes closed hoping what just happened was all a horrible nightmare but sadly it wasn't, he could hear voices around the corner from where he just came Ben opened his eyes quickly realising that this is real he pushes Rachel's body off of his own he gets to his feet and takes a moment to regain his composure “I can't crumble right now, I have to stay strong.”

Ben then heard Damian calling out Ben went back around to where Damian and Donna were he let out a sigh “I'm okay, Rachel...” he pauses for a moment before continuing “She didn't make it” He had a sorrowful yet determined look on his face “I don't know what the fuck is happening but we need to come up with a plan”

Donna Marie Marchant wrote:She couldn't believe this was actually happening, but the shouts, and cries and gunshots in the hallway were real enough. When she'd woken this morning all she'd wanted was coffee and bacon and this was a pretty long way away from that. Hesitant to poke her head out into the corridor she leant against the door frame.
"Damien?.... Damien!" she yelled "What's happening?!?!" A door a little way up the corridor opened a few inches and an oh so cute afro-American girl maybe eight or nine with her hair in corn rows poked her head out her huge eyes wide in fear. Donna gestured her back inside, the girls mother appeared at the door and Donna yelled "Lock the door, don't let anyone in no matter what!"
Poking her head into the hallway she cried "Damien!" her voice taking on a desperate tone, then he appeared, grabbing the couch and dragging it out of the apartment! Now, you pick now to move the couch I thought you were moving in not out!
"What's going on?!?!"  She gasped at him as he dragged it down the hallway and tossed it down the stairs without so much as a word to her "HANDY! What the fuck is going on?!?!?" she was stood in the hallway now, gun clasped in her right hand a look in her eyes that said 'This book is late there will be a penalty!'

As Damian finally managed to calm himself down, he was finally able to hear Donna's panicked voice, and he quickly turned to face her. He was taken aback at first, her expression was more terrifying than the creatures in some ways. He frowned. "Sorry, I lost myself for a moment." he says calmly back, looking over his shoulder at the creatures continuing their pursuit. The couch wouldn't be a permanent means to hold back the small horde below in the slightest! "But we really, really need to get the hell out of here. These things," he pointed at the dead businessman, and Darla. "what these people have become? They're everywhere, and right now a group of them are trying to climb the stairway. We need to get everyone out of here before they're trapped, its not safe!" He reiterated, walking up to her lightly gripping her shoulders. "I don't know whats going on, but I sure as hell will find out."

That's when he saw movement ahead of him, Sargent Ben Winter's uniform spotted with blood, his face sullen, sorrowful in appearance.

Ben Winters wrote:
Ben then heard Damian calling out Ben went back around to where Damian and Donna were he let out a sigh “I'm okay, Rachel...” he pauses for a moment before continuing “She didn't make it” He had a sorrowful yet determined look on his face “I don't know what the fuck is happening but we need to come up with a plan”

The officer closed his eyes. "Dammit..." He could feel a knot in his stomach upon hearing the news. He reopened them and looked between the two of them. "I'm sorry Ben, but we have no choice but to keep moving." He then looks back to the stairwell. "We need to barricade that stairwell, find anything you can from my apartment and that one," He says pointing to Eugene and Darla's apartment. "and push it down these stairs. Find anything we can use, ammo, weapons, first aid... we have a third floor above us full of people unaware of the situation, but... we must move forward with caution. We don't know if anyone else is..." he paused, trying to find the best word to use, without saying the 'z' word. "...infected. Infected with whatever God knows what this is." he looks around. "We can escape through the fire escape that leads to the street behind us, but if the city is just like this we'll need the supplies. It's gonna cost us some time getting to the station from that route." He explained. "Any other ideas? Feel free to speak up, but for now lets get that stairwell fortified." Damian then went to his apartment to begin dragging out his bed.

Damian Handy wrote:

The officer closed his eyes. "Dammit..." He could feel a knot in his stomach upon hearing the news. He reopened them and looked between the two of them. "I'm sorry Ben, but we have no choice but to keep moving." He then looks back to the stairwell. "We need to barricade that stairwell, find anything you can from my apartment and that one," He says pointing to Eugene and Darla's apartment. "and push it down these stairs. Find anything we can use, ammo, weapons, first aid... we have a third floor above us full of people unaware of the situation, but... we must move forward with caution. We don't know if anyone else is..." he paused, trying to find the best word to use, without saying the 'z' word. "...infected. Infected with whatever God knows what this is." he looks around. "We can escape through the fire escape that leads to the street behind us, but if the city is just like this we'll need the supplies. It's gonna cost us some time getting to the station from that route." He explained. "Any other ideas? Feel free to speak up, but for now lets get that stairwell fortified." Damian then went to his apartment to begin dragging out his bed.

Ben looks to Damian and nods in agreement when he says about fortifying the stairwell “Sure thing,  I'll grab some stuff from my apartment too got some supplies stashed away they we can put to use” Ben then heads to his apartment to grab what supplies he can. He finds a few ammo boxes containing Handgun ammo, a couple of bottles of fresh water he also grabs Rachel's Shoulder holster believing it would be more use to Donna now. He grabs a travel bag from the bedroom and puts the ammo and water he just found inside zipping the bag shut he throws it over his shoulder and makes his way back out.

“Right got a few things from mine he places the bag on the floor near Damian's Apartment door, He turns to Donna and hands her the Shoulder Holster “Here ya go you'll be able to keep your gun close with this” Ben taps her on the shoulder “We'll get through this just stick with us and you'll be fine” Ben Smiles reassuringly. He then helps Damian to move his Bed to the stairwell.

She took the shoulder holster gratefully, it meant she didn't have to wave the pistol around while she spoke, which she got the impression was making Damien nervous. It didn't really go with the rest of her outfit but it gave her somewhere safe and convenient to keep the gun. As the two men continued dragging the bed to the stair well she pocked her head into what had been the dead neighbour's apartment.
"Hey, you two, what about a big double refrigerator?" She eyed the massive device which looked really out of place in the small apartment. The place looked like a dive, but there were some really high end bits of tech dotted about.
"What did you say your neighbour did?"

She took the shoulder holster gratefully, it meant she didn't have to wave the pistol around while she spoke, which she got the impression was making Damien nervous. It didn't really go with the rest of her outfit but it gave her somewhere safe and convenient to keep the gun. As the two men continued dragging the bed to the stair well she pocked her head into what had been the dead neighbour's apartment.
"Hey, you two, what about a big double refrigerator?" She eyed the massive device which looked really out of place in the small apartment. The place looked like a dive, but there were some really high end bits of tech dotted about.
"What did you say your neighbour did?"

As Damian was halfway done pushing the queensize mattress out of the bedroom, her felt someone tug, and saw it was Ben. "Thanks Ben," he sighed from exertion, his uniform sticking to his back as the two manage to bring the mattress out into the hall and started to chuck it down the steps. He spotted Donna with her new shoulder holster, which helped accentuate certain parts of her jiggly chest. He smirked, thoughts of the night before returning briefly put his mind at ease a little, just as much as the practicality of her carrying the handgun now without scaring him. She was still green, and hopefully she wouldn't have to use the P226 in the future.

Donna Marie Marchant wrote:
"Hey, you two, what about a big double refrigerator?" She eyed the massive device which looked really out of place in the small apartment. The place looked like a dive, but there were some really high end bits of tech dotted about.

Once the bed was down the stairwell, Damian turned to Donna and nodded. "Yeah, yeah that should work, Ben help me with the fridge," he says heading back into Darla's and Eugene's apartment. As he looked at the appliances more carefully now, he slowly remembered his prior dealings with Eugene.

Donna Marie Marchant wrote:
"What did you say your neighbour did?"

Damian looked over his shoulder to Donna as he and Ben carried the heavy stainless steel double fridge out of the apartment's door; cracking the frame and drywall to get it through. Damian never liked this dive, and in fact was a bit embarrassed to have taken Donna to this shit hole over his place in North Raccoon. "Eu-gene... worked as a truck driver... for Umbrella Inc. Pays good... so I hear. Oof, this thing weighs a ton!" He exclaimed, half tempted to take whatever was in the fridge out. "He shipped their lab equipment between Arklay and Chicago...mostly. Made decent money, enough for that handgun and this fridge, that weapon you have Donna is an expensive gun to purchase... oof, this thing's gonna be the death of me!" He exclaimed, his body closer to the stairwell, trying to find a way to let the fridge drop without taking him with it!