Resident Evil: Desperation

Nina

"This is not going to be pretty. First chance you get, run across the street and get the others. They're in the gunshop. Tell them to haul ass here ASAP! Go NOW!!" He shouted at her. Instincts told her to do as he said.

Frantic she ran as instructed. Outside she suddenly felt vulnerable. She looked around trying to make sense of the world around her. Ammunition. She remembered.

She hurried across the street.

She glanced back. Was he ok? Then she ran onwards. She wanted to shout out to the 'others' he spoke of but was afraid of drawing the attentions of more of those 'things'. Finally she pushed her way into the store panting.

She looked around desperately seeing men pointing weapons at her. She cringed lifting her hands up as if to shield herself.

"Who the hell are you?" One of them asked.

"I'm Nina... the man... over there..." she pointed... "he's in trouble... he needs help!"
 
daniel

I was the first to drop my weapon from her and turn to face the man in trouble."COME ON YOU SORRY BASTARD," i screamed and charged at the thing..
 
Jeremy

I ran across the street after Daniel, shouting at him to wait but before he could he ran into the hotel. I ran in after him, my shotgun at the ready. I entered the building and ran up the stairs after Daniel then I saw something that made me almost drop my shotgun. In front of me was something that could be called nothing other than a monstrosity. And it was after the man that had helped me earlier.

I knew I had to help him so I brought up my shotgun and fired, hitting it square in the back. I was shocked when the thing didn't even move just turned and slammed its fist into me, causing me to fly onto the stairs.
 
Daniel

I stared at this beast.I watched it knock jeremy.I fired two shots straight into the back of the creatures head.All It did was piss it off.It turned towards me and rammed hard into my ribs knocking me into a wall cracking a huge whole into it......
 
Ray

I was stuck, unsure of what to do. The zombies were beginning to close in on me, groping at me with hands that in some cases were fingerless.
I pushed the nearest one away from me, looking back to the weapons shop.
THe girl had gone in there, but the others had come out and run into the building opposite it. Which way to go?
Inside the building the fellows had entered, something was definitely going down. The question was: Do I want to be a part of that?
A zombie grabbed my jacket sleeve, tugging at it for only a second before i managed to shake it loose. I beat it back with the stock of the shotgun, not wanting to waste a bullet when I may need them when I got...
"Shit!" I spat. I guess I'd known the whole time I'd go in, just procrastinating.
When i got to the door, I saw one of the men laying against the wall, the dry wall (sp?) broken as if to encircle him. He looked dazed, but otherwise okay.
A large...woah, what the fuck was that?
Shotgun, I thought, definitely a job for the shotgun.
It turned and looked at me, its eyes--eye?--seeming to bore into me. It raised one long, muscular arm into the air and started toward me at a charge.
THe weapon kicked in my hand as I fired, watching the shell strike it in the dead center of its chest and seeing splatters of blood flying through the air and hitting the walls and floor. It came nonetheless, as if I hadn't even fired. I pumped the weapon again, but didn't have time to fire before it was there. I backpedaled, trying to add some distance, gain some time. When that didn't work, I let it near enough to swing, which it began to do, then jumped out of the way as its arm came down toward me. Under its own velocity and the force of the swing, it carried itself through the open doorway and into a large cluster of the zombies pursuing me outside.
Mindless, they reached for it, trying to bite it. It smashed through them as it slowed, sending them bounding backward and to the side like bowling pins. As it came to a stop others grabbed at it.
I got up, m heart pounding like it had never done before, a steady, heavy thus that not only pulsed in my ears but echoed in them as well.
"What the...?" I found myself whispering.
It swung once at the zombies, taking one in half at the waist and sending two more to the ground.
The bottom half of the first fell straight to the ground, while the upper half flipped in the air, turning like a juggling pin at the circus, and struck the ground a few seconds later, its head bursting as it smashed against the concrete.
Well, I thought, we're officially fucked.
I turned and ran to the man laying in the hole in the wall, reaching out and taking his wrist, shaking him lightly.
"Are you okay? Can you hear me?" No response. "Are you alive?"
 
daniel

I felt myself being shaken awake.It the excitement of what was going on i jerk and pointed my gun right into the face of the man reviving me not realizing at first he was seeing if i was alright...
 
is a survivor lucky or just not getting the hint?

A large beat-up car lurches to a sudden stop along the desolate street...if it has a make or model, the auto is too far gone to rouse anyone's desire to know...
the driver side door opens with an obscenely loud creaking...
A young woman emerges
Her eyes scan the barren looking city and she hisses softly...
A low urgent whine emerges from the car's interior and a wet muzzle is thrust into her palm...
She turns,looking to her companion and murmurs,"Take heart,Loki...this should not take too long..."

She moves to pull a sawed off shotgun from the backseat,her eyes never leaving the ghostly main street
Her full lips are drawn over her teeth to the point of paleness...
no matter what else she has ever done in her life...
this frightens her...
Loki does not wait to be told...he slides like a shadow to join his mistress,gazing to her with large amber lupine eyes...

She is 5'8, lithely curved body mostly hidden by the men's shirt and jacket over well-worn leathers...thigh-high moccasins lace up her long legs,amking her steps nearly soundless...
Blue black hair falls like dark water over her,reaching her hips...
her eyes are a chilling grey-green...from her fear...
swallowing tightly her fingers are vise-like around the gun...
she sees the looming library,
deserted and utterly alien even now...making her breath come in short pained gasps...
in his way,Loki understands...
they are back at the Bad Place...
and She is afraid
His hackles rise as he licks her hand...
he does not know fear
but the stench of death makes him whine low in his throat...
She looks into his eyes and seems to waver for a moment
the car was right there
a full tank
they could just leave
She closes her eyes for a second and shakes her head...
no...she amends within...she could not leave things as they were

with her heart in her throat,the large black wolf at her side...she moved towards the heart of her nightmares
 
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