Phase One: The One Shot!

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Maurice Welter


Maurice Welter, a 33 year old Vet who served as a marine in Iraq. He was on a top secret mission and was about to infilitrate an isis compound when his commander pulled him and his men out. Apparently there was a outbreak back home and soldiers were sent back to be with thier families. As an infranty man, he would rather complete his mission but with the risk of never being able to go home due to the outbreak, he obliged and went bacl. Watching the news on His 42 inch smart tv when he heard the chaos just outside of his window. It was a horrible sight but nothing that he wasn't used to. However that was part of the problem. He had PTSD and the gore of the anchor man being ripped the shreds and the bloodcurdling cry was enough to make him think of his tour back in afghanistan. Fast forward to him hustling into the facility by the policemen, he tried to do his duty by trying to help in any way he could. Doing nothing simply made him restless and uneasy. He would loudly speak up asking the officers for information but getting nothing in return. He would hobble to each cop but didn't want to alert them to the machete that was in the left leg pants and hidden with his shirt.

Nier post
One, two, three, and four! Shit. Stepping into the safety of a department that seemed all much like a buffet for the things that lingered to the streets outside, silver hues reflected disinterest—Collected, calm and stable; tempered and hardened. Escaping her rosy plump lips, her stoic expression truly showed her amusement to the RPD officers that were suppose to protect them, not like she trusted that. Left hand held to the pump, right hand wrapped with the index on the trigger, smoke still lingered from the barrel—Clip wasted on protecting the worthless, it annoyed her, however, everyone held their uses and strength was easiest in numbers; trust was not sadly. Marching in, if we could fall it that, her posture was refined like a soldier and her face, her icy-stoic features seemed close to the nationality of a Russian; female in sex, her appearance from her posture to her attire made her gender come off as masculine. Meet our five’five titled and named, Esfir "NAK" Liliya; NAK is an abbreviation for negative aggressive-knowledgment. Leather jacket, crimson turtleneck shirt, thick skinny jeans, fingerless gloves, a red beret, brown combat boots and few interesting wears—She screamed biker chick with bitches clung to her hips, on their knees where they belong. She was the acrobatic and athletic type, and it even showed in her attire to a sense. Strapped to her thighs, pouches found themselves belted down tightly, empty pistol side, empty magazine pouches, but in one pouch, she held a silence phone and an ipod, she loved her rock music and specially in times like this(lookatthepicturethispointi’mtootiredforthis). Not all was bad, she had two shell in the shotgun.

In her right eardrum, we know she was listening to beartooth, within this hell, ‘least she had her friend with her, a sister in arms, if one wish to address them as such—Tak, a busty babe that seemed to almost be the romance lover at this point, she undoubtedly trailed behind Nak. Within her hues, she noticed something for a moment, turning her attention to Tak, she scanned her body, from her white button down stop to pants. “'''I see. You lost your pistol, sister.'''” Husky, her voice addressed the busty frame of a girl that seemed more candy for the hues than usefulness to the battle at hand—Tossing the shotgun to the female, Tak. It lacked bullets, but, she assumed they’d find some at some point. Though, it was to no doubt, this leather jacket female held to her early twenties discarded her only defensive to a childhood friend. “'''You have two shells. I do hope your frame can accept the recoil.'''” She added, turning to look at anyone and everything that seemed to be apart of the group, her right hand lifted as she attempted to get everyone’s attention in the calmest way. “I don’t know about any of you, but I do not suggest relaxing, bait is only bait for so long.” To those words, those calm and fuckless words, she spoke about the RPD officers, but she didn’t say in such a way, she could be talking about anything. To those words, she’ll walked to the side wall holding the layout of the building, and pulling out her phone, she took a picture, the best picture she could of the map and putting her phone back into her pouch, closing it with a snap. An hour that said, anything could happen in an hour. “Hm..” She thought.

“'''Let’s get moving. The higher the floor, the better.'''” Pressing her right hand to her cheek as her index tapped her lip, she suggested this to Tak. Waiting for her nod.

Kazuto Yakuza
Kazuto was calm as he moved around silently, mostly because he was taught to never speak unless needed be. The Yakuza clan being known for their sworn loyalty to the way of silence unless speaking business. He would remain secluded from everybody who was running around as he had no reason to work with anyone just yet. He personally was trying to find a way out of Racoon city, but if push came to shove he was willing to work with others to leave this hell hole. Kazuto was a man with long black yet sleek hair, about shoulder length. Carrying a five o’clock shade on his face along with a short stub. He carried a Nodachi on his back as he had the hilt pointing out of his left shoulder. His attire was a black striped suit top along with a black formal shirt, and formal pants. His formal shirt was opened up so his chest was visible as it carried a large scar from a gash when he was in his younger days. His age was about 25, but he was more experienced than most people would believe. Apart from his formal attire he had a set of black formal shoe, his belt was tied tightly around his waist as he was ready to move out from his position. He listened to the information given, as the Evac would arrive within the hour, but personally Kazuto felt that was too long to wait. So he personally was also looking for a plan B in case things went south. So while he waited patiently to make a move, he observed everyone. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his formal suit top secret compartment. He pulled a singular cigarette out and placed it between his lips, easily lighting it up regardless of the fact they were within a facility. Unless someone told him not to do it, he would continue it as he was personally rebellious and did what he wanted most of the time. Apart from that it was free game as he was ready to make a move anytime.

Tak Sagara
Tak was out and about, just minding her own business and cruising the streets. Black hair that fell in a straight but soft cascade past her hips, slanted dark brown eyes, peach skin, dressed in a white button up with black slacks that was held up by suspenders, she looked to be no more than a young woman headed to the office. Then again, most young women weren't wearing leather gloves, sporting around a big leather bag filled to the brim with holiday hams and a jar of leeches either. But in any case, she allowed people to draw their own conclusions about her just simply by first glance. At only five feet away, she walked abreast her sister in crime, Nak, or as Tak rather fondly referred to her as "Knockout." She wasn't aware of what was going on right now. Tak was personally on her way to dispatch a certain problem child that she had been tailing for the last two days with Nak so kindly accompanying her on the little adventure. Why he had run here of all cities was beyond her, but here they were. She had just lost sight of the tall lanky dirty blonde when a wash of screaming,panicked had rushed past them and was in the process of peeling off her el cheapo nine millimeter  when a rather large olive skinned woman feverishly ran right into her. Being dressed at the feet with knee high patent leather boots, Tak wasn't going anywhere, but the woman's robust figure coupled with the rushed awkward angle at which she ran into her? Fatass was able to knock the gun right out of her. But trusty Nak to the rescue and her quick reflexes was always there to help as always expected through their decade long friendship.

Graciously accepting the empty shotgun, Tak shucked off the satchel full of hams and immediately yanked out a machete in its leather pocket and handed it to Nak. "Thanks Knockout." She smirked with a slight roll of her eyes, knowing that her comrade would have been aware that between shotguns and revolvers, Tak could never go wrong. Before much more conversation could be had though, they were all soon ushered into the station building and though it was getting noisy to hear much, she nodded to her friend and got inside. "I'll meet you on the way up, I'm going potty." And with that, Tak hurried through the masses, looking around for the restrooms.

Phuck Yu
“Unit 12 we need immediate back up! At city hall THERE SOMETHING BIG COMING OUR WAY, GUNS AREN’T PUTTING IT DOWN, IF YOU'RE WITHIN 59 STREET AND 11TH PLEASE GET TO HIGH GROUND I REPEAT GET TO HIG-” The transmission soon died leaving everyone to their thoughts. Meanwhile as Tak entered the restroom there would’ve been four stalls but only three to chose from the last stall had been taken. “Hello? Benny is that you? I can hear the baby kicking! I know it’s almost here.*Coughs*” The female in the other stoll continued to cough out loud repeatedly, depending on Tak handled this situation determined the outcome. But if she used the bathroom all together and went to wash her hands she would see blood on the counter near the sink. Meanwhile for everyone else it seemed the rapid gunfire did not cease man RPD members began to block the doors no one was getting in or out. When one woman attempted to talk about going upstairs she was shut down as they wanted everyone to remain on the first floor. But it didn’t mean people actually wanted to listen it was a free world at the moment and everyone wanted a piece of the action. What will the Heroes do while they await to be rescued?

Esfir "NAK" Liliya
Choices, choices. Caught within her right hand, she held the machete that Tak so kindly gave her, the blade was smooth, sharp for an easy cut and she was strong enough to cut clean through anything, to a plus, the other side, the blunt side, was serrated—Stupid, stupid, stupid. Waving her sister-in-arms off to do her business, she expressed disapproval to such an idea, specially going alone, but trust was trust. The moment her foot hit the first step, a man under the RPD seemed to deny her going up another floor and she was going to reverse on what just happened, that loud conversation, this person must’ve got her confused, must’ve got her fucked up—Wasting her time not on this person and their PREFERENCE, something bothered her a bit more than such a denial. Turning her head to the doorway, the front of the building, their entrance she heard all  types of shots going off, the fuck, would’ve been her first thought, but na, she wasn’t on that level of stupidity—Let’s pause though. Unless they were on some star trooper shit and couldn’t hit the broadside of a  barn, awhile INSIDE it, or something wasn’t working out. Instance reaction, she bounced. Booking it in a high powered jog, she ran to the bathroom, where Tak headed, if shit was going to pop off, she had do her job and have Tak’s back through this bullshittery.

Ugh. This was a mistake. Coming with these guys, these police niglets, they were basically in a bowl and seemed to have nothing to protect them against whatever the fuck was outside. Reaching the bathroom, she would instantly push open that door and fly in like a bat going back INTO hell—“Milk tits, we need to go.” She said as she walked in and instantly noticed something, blood on the counter and to that, she was on her ‘hell no’ shit—That couldn’t be Tak, right? That would be impossible. Useless force these police were. So, she placed this in her memory, anything star or police related couldn’t do their job. If she had saw Tak, she would’ve pulled her out of the bathroom and if something posed an issue or threat? She’ll get rid of it. Unless Tak did it herself, then good and dandy. If they could get themselves out of the bathroom without something happening, she would place her index over her mouth to signal Tak to be as QUIET as possible. Meanwhile, she’ll go into the first door aside from a bathroom, possibly an office, that’ll be lovely.

Kazuto Yakuza
Kazuto would be minding his business as eventually he finished his cigarette since no one intercepted him in doing so. He had decided to search out for radio’s a way to contact people so he could leave this hell hole. But of course there would be struggles before that became a possibility, before he could reach the door, the RPD was covering all exits as they wanted everyone to remain on the first floor. This caused Kazuto to become enraged as he didn’t want to deal with this shit at the moment. Kazuto didn’t attempt to fight the RPD as he knew he needed to wait until someone revolted for him to proceed and join up on it. This would lower the rate of him getting hurt and lower his chance of staying here from an injury. Kazuto looked around for any other way to travel, after all the male was very resourceful when it came to him wanting to survive. He took his suit top off and left it on stand, after that he noticed a ventilation system which was screwed on the floor. Since he was minding his own business no one would be able to even tell what he was doing.

Kazuto followed up with approaching the vents and used his Nodaichi’s sharp tip to act as a makeshift screw driver to loosen the bolts. He did this in a crouched position so no one could see him, He needed to get his hand on a radio and these cops weren’t going to stop him from getting one. He was going to get it one way or another. Had none of them noticed he would place his nodaichi back into the scabbard as he held it within his hand and crawled through the vents. That is if he successfully unbolted the vent and got inside without the RPD noticing his actions. He would continue to crawl through the said vent until he found an exit. Once he did, he would eventually reach a section which seemed like an exit. Kazuto did make sure to have his body facing the side where he could kick forward and break the vent’s bars. Once it was kicked out of the way and the door to the vent fell off its hinges and rattled against the floor. Kazuto followed with leaping out and getting low instantly, looking for places to hide to proceed moving cautiously. At the moment he reached the room which was located next to the main room where the RPD had locked off the exits.

He would come across many cabinets and places to search for a radio, but that was up for debate as he needed to ensure no RPD member caught him snooping around this area, there was a specific cabinet which was empty, so if Kazuto needed to hide he needed he could take that place. But if need be he was willing to fight for survival. That being said Kazuto would take his time searching for the radio (DM NEEDED). Making sure to search very quiet to not attract attention, Kazuto above all was being smart as he refused to follow the orders of the RPD.

Tak Sagara
When Tak walked into the bathroom and heard the frantic cry of a woman in a stall, she cocked an eyebrow. She could feel the baby-...."Oh hell no." She spat and kept walking, ignoring the woman's cries for help. Whatever the hell was going on between this woman's legs....that was her problem. There was something bigger and more problematic coming their way and it would demand more attention than helping to deliver an overdeveloped cumshot that would just likely get them killed anyway. That being, Tak grabbed and held the shotgun given to her by Nak like a baseball bat and proceeded to completely smash the large 9x12" mirror over the faucets, which caused all that glass to break apart and shatter in a deafening crash toward the linoleum floors and faucets. She started to grab a handful but then remembered something. Since her hands were covered and protected in leather gloves, she shouldered the shotty, picked up a large shard of glass, looked around once and then walked toward the stall containing Preggo. "Open up."

When the woman did, Tak looked down at her indifferently and grabbed the closest foot toward her, yanking her shoe off her feet and stealing her sock. If the woman started to flail and kick at her, Tak simply ducked and dodged out the way. "Look, I can't help you, but you're probably safest in here, so get on your knees or squat, shit your kid out and sit tight in this stall. Here. Thanks for the sock." Tak would hand the lady a big baroque shaped shard and closed the stall behind her. By the time Nak came in, Tak had just finished stuffing the sock with a nice bit of glass and knotted the end.

"Okay, Lady Gaga. Right behind you." With grabbing another large, stabbable piece of glass, Tak hurried out after the blonde and nodded to her signal of silence. Keeping her eyes and ears peeled, she followed behind Nak, hearing all the chaos happening in the foyer while they were hopefully getting away from it. Hopefully they'd find some guns....and ammo.

Phuck Yu
It was just like on the block. The shots sounded far away at first, but it continued to get louder and louder. Meaning.. fuck me. That means that bullshit is coming closer, I can’t be in this enclosed ass space if shit starts to hit the fan. Too much crazy shit to fall on me like a bad tom and jerry episode. Everyone in the first floor began to panic and that was the best time for a nigga to use his calm street smart nigganomics to be a step ahead of the competition. While everyone was making an honest attempt to go upstairs. Phuck stood up and motioned around a corner to find a door that would lead downstairs, whether it was a boiler room or at least the parking garage wouldn’t matter. He just needed a more secure place to bool the fuck out. Once he found the door, it was time to show it who was the real shot caller around here. With a well placed full strength, stomp the yard nigga kick onto the door knob the lock was busted and he’d have access to the downstairs stairwell. We he’d now set up shop like he did on the corners evy night pussy. Sitting at the first intersection of the stairs he kept his ear out while having a new escape route.

“Now I’m definitely lit, Nobody if fucking with Phuck.”  DM The woman in the stall started to kick and yell even after hearing Tak voice she was rather rude for taking her sock. Her husband quickly raced in the bathroom eyeing Tak and Nak up and down if it wasn’t for the zombies he would’ve surely kicked their ass but that was a story for yet another day. This is something they wouldn’t forget, but as they left the bathroom and continued to one of the three rooms they would find themselves the West office. There would’ve been a bunch of cabinets and drawers to choose from if they searched they would find two pair of batteries. This room seemed to connect to a narrow hallway which seemed to be going towards the briefing room. Basically this is where all cops came together before one big case to talk about their plan to capture crooks and criminals. Nothing out of the ordinary would’ve been in this room just a bunch of files, pens, staplers and other office products within the room. The hallway was pretty narrow and continued on if they wanted to continue a different route but it was up to them.

Esfir "NAK" Liliya
Scared not. He could eat her nonexistent  dick ! As both left the bathroom, they walked instantly into another room within the same hallway, it seemed it was an office of sorts—Popping her head in first, she checked for anything that moved and then stepped in with Tak undoubtedly following her, she’d close the door as soon as both found themselves coming in. Naturally, she would’ve locked the door, but she already knew that could’ve be used against her, them. “'''A few more people came in, thrown to the cells as it appears they were bit.. However, something more interesting happened. The officers were firing at something, something that seemed to take shots like raindrops, they were forced to block up the entry. From this point on, we need to stick together and lately, avoid using the shotgun.'''” She started off, speaking on what happened within the short moment of Tak being gone, as she spoke in a whisper easily heard to Tak, she began to explore this room, going through anything and everything, all things were useful at this point—Grabbing two pairs of batteries, placing them in one of her many pouches. She grabbed a box of paperclips too. Those were always useful. To any file, her hues would scan over it for any useful information, especially if it was open. Anything else, she looked for anything, bullets or guns. Pulling out her phone, she opened to look at the map, briefing room, file room and photo lab; interesting. “'''To this. If any of them die, we may have to go to the entrance to grab whatever they have, gun, flashlight or what. Two shots aren’t going to guide us. We should also attempt to find the armory.'''.” She added, but in those words, it seemed more concerning than anything, as she considered doing something beyond dangerous and risky—Nak, she didn’t like this situation. For a moment, this memory in her mind, her sister, her little sister.. Was she safe? Was she dead? Let’s not think about that.. Just.. Just think of the bitterness of natural selection and it’s horrid trials.

“'''We should explore what we can, then go up to the next floor. I expect some infection and I guess, we’ll have to put them down too. Until that. I believe. We are the only two that use teamwork; expect everyone else to be enemies.'''” After exploring the room for whatever goodies it’ll have, she’ll wave for Tak to follow her; after she got done looking. To this point, they would go into the narrow hallway, she assumed it’ll have windows and to that, she crouched and attempt to be as quiet as possibly, going as far as to crawl out of the view of anything that could be by those windows; she’d expect Tak to do the same—Promise though, if she heard a weird sound, specifically, one in the same hallway as her, she would find herself instantly moving to her feet. They’d encounter the briefing room, to this, she’ll look to Tak and look to the door, basically asking if she wanted to go in. If she didn’t, guess both of them would advance into another room; photo lab if possible.

Kazuto Yakuza
Kazuto had successfully escaped the main room which lead to him reaching a conference room which gave him sanctuary for now as it was dead silent within the room. While he was here he continued to search, but he did it in a smart way to avoid people from noticing his whereabouts. As he searched the cabinets he came across a flashlight with no batteries. Kazuto gritted his teeth as he found it annoying when that happened. Always a piece and a puzzle when it came to finding an item, he placed the flashlight away into his pocket as he continued to walk around and search. Doing so he would come across a pair of handcuffs which he personally felt would come in handy in the future. He smiled and took them as well putting them away inside of his suit top. After Kazuto had finished doing this he followed up with leaving the room, but was faced with two options, on his left was the men’s rest room, on the right was the stairway D. First before making any rash decision he read the map which was plastered upon the wall.

Kazuto thought about it for a second that the men’s restroom was useless for him at the moment, he needed to find a radio and the chances of finding it within an environment like that was unlikely, in other words he decided to leave this room for later if need be. That being said Kazuto would inch his way towards the staircase and looked around, before making any sudden motion of following up with this decision. He ensured that if the staircase was pitch black he wouldn’t go in, that would be stupid as having the flash light prepared would be a smarter idea. Had it been illuminated within staircase D, Kazuto would make his way through the stairwell to the next floor. Maybe he would have better luck in a location like that (DM NEEDED FOR ENTERING THE SECOND FLOOR).

Had the staircase been pitch black, Kazuto would instead head to the bathroom to search for batteries just in case someone left a pair there. Though he did it cautiously and smoothly avoiding to make noises if possible. Had Kazuto found the batteries within the restroom he would continue with going for the staircase, if not he would continue to search for a way to find a set of batteries? How would things play out? Will Kazuto cross paths with any of the other hero’s within this facility?

Theme Song of our Hero
It had been a long night for many, just an hour ago our lord and savior Senator Ieyasu Brown died off-screen just like so many who carry that same name! Alas, we're not here to talk about that dirty motherfucker; instead we have an entirely new and original hip and cool man to talk about. From outside the RPD, there was a lot of things that could be heard. Namely, gunshots and screaming however this constant droning was probably familiar to most who had been locked into the police department. Like a snap in silence, something new marked a change in tides as the roar of a motorcycle's engines cut through the air. It was loud and obnoxious, like a drunken ass who had to scream to the world he was there. Immediately came a screech before what sounded like said motorcycle crashing into something. Then came a short scream, like someone getting jumpscared by a shitty flash game however the trembling terror within that cry was enough to tell something wrong was happening outside.

"Fucking ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun! Get out of my goddamn way you mongrels!"

A voice screamed from across the street.

Just a short distance on the left side of the police department spanning across its face were multiple windows, one of which being the few that was actually where the lobby was. As the sound of someone's feet scuffling across concrete became apparent, if anyone walked over to this window they would immediately find a brick embedded in their stupid fucking face and the window cracked. It'd probably outright knock them out, but nothing much other than that a broken nose and a good ol' shiner.

Worse yet, the person responsible was already throwing himself through the window, landing face-first on his own brick scraping himself up a little. Without missing a beat, this man with jet black hair picked himself up from the floor and picked up his brick with him. He was clad in leather and black jeans. His slick hair wasn't helping either, the middle-aged freak probably wasn't in the right situation.

"THERE'S A GODDAMMN MONSTER OUT THERE!"

Rick Garfunkel, the man without a plan.

Rick said this all as he stood up, taking off into a sprint again past everyone in the lobby. If one person even tried stopping him for any reason they would catch a knee to the groin or stomach whatever it took to bring them down so he could continue forward. Like the man, the myth Forrest Gump he would be fucking out of there and immediately crash into the west office if possible. If the door wasn't already unlocked, he would back up a second before kicking it in and putting all of his weight into his dominant foot which he was using for this secret technique.

Worst case scenario, if he couldn't do anything whasoever then Rick would simply drop down to the ground as his mind became racked with apprehension and fear for what was coming next!

DM~ Games over'
~Meanwhile~

“BACKUP BACKUP! GET TO THE HIGHER GROUP NOW GET OUTTA HERE WHILE YOU STILL CAN!” This was the shouting of one of the Stars members who was now firing at the massive infection that had now appeared surrounding the members. It seemed they were actually winning members of Stars and RPD gained together firing their semi automatic weapons downing the infection. As they backed up the infected followed it was an entire hour of reloading, shouting, and rapid gun fire on the streets of Raccoon city! Then as the gunfire ceased laid in front of them all had been the dead infected, men and women started to cheer and shout. “WE DID IT! CONTACT THE PRESIDENT, MAYOR AND OTHER CITIES TELL THEM WHAT'S SPREADING OUT IN THE DISTRICTS!” One of the stars members yelled during the outbreak it seemed the city has lost connection with the entire world. Just as they celebrated an heli began to fly around the city people raised their hands could it be the armry? Navy? Were they saved? As the heli came flying across the city from the hatch of the chopper soon opened as a bomb had soon been dropped down upon the city and citizens.

Tak Sagara
Tak didn't give a shit about the man but inwardly she was relieved that Preggo's husband had come to her rescue. Selfish as it seemed, she wasn't going to risk herself getting killed playing hero. But he was smoking some rotten cock if he thought he was going to go up against either of them.

With Nak leading the way and getting them to safety into an office. Unfortunately for them, there was nothing to find like guns, knives or any sort of contraband weaponry. "So what I miss?" She asked at a whisper to Nak while they got inside and Tak immediately proceeded to go through the office supplies. The only thing she was able to secure was a couple of those light up click pens and a roll of masking tape. What would it come in handy for? Who the hell knew, but Tak was pretty handy on the fly. "We'll make our rounds back to the front when the situation calls for it." She said in response to looking for weapons. Tak kept her ears open and listening out for anything, knowing that at many minute, their cover could be blown at any minute for any reason.

She was already in a half crouched position as they searched for anything useful, knowing that more than likely the CDC would be showing up at some point. And if they didn't, the military would be coming, and to keep from being apart of the casualty count...yeah, Tak was doing the same.

BUT! All that went right out the window -no pun intended- when some loudmouthed somebody was screaming about a monster and went crashing right into the next door from  the one  that Nak had just supposedly locked. Too bad that that didn't seem to be enough since this fucker actually proceeded to knock and break the damn door down. Not long before that though had been a thunderous quake that actually caused Tak to reach out and grab the leg of a nearby desk for stability. Following that, she could feel and hear the anterior vibration and noises of an oncoming stampede of people, and whatever it was they had....they were ultimately coming this way. With loud bangs penetrating the already atmosphere and this loud guy next door,   "They're coming...we gotta go." Breaking from her position, she made a beeline for the door and hurried out just past the Garfunkel and sprinted for the stairs, ascending it two steps at a time until she reached the top. She held the door open long enough for Nak [and possibly Garfunkel] to get through before trying to slam it shut.

Esfir "NAK" Liliya
Huh. Only a staircase. Guess she was going to be getting to the second floor regardless of what that armored fuck said—Taking a step to motion to the photo room. She heard an unfamiliar set of words, some panicked man screaming on some other shit, as if his life was endangered and he held a pussy between his legs. Extending her hand with the weapon in hand, she turned her attention to the person, the male being louder than an elegant, she noticed the white in his face and to this, she heard that banging and loud moaning from beyond the door he stood by; on the other side of the door and to that moment, she didn’t ask a single question. She waited not for them to drop sick beats. “Say no more.” her husky voice spoke out to him and Tak, as her left hand went to grab this male by his arm, shirt or hair, whichever and followed became Tak, dragging this man if she had to, but she was sure his legs worked; he was just too scared to move—She was strong enough and she went full sprint too. You thought she was going to dart up each step? Na. This bitch hit the first step and leapt to the top, turning on her foot and extending her leg to repeat, she flew up those bitches, miss her with that bullshit. It seemed missbusty already hit the staircase and held the door for her, ‘least she cared the same amount Nak did for her. As the door broke from the crowd of zombie fucklets, she had already been up the stairs, looking not back as she and Garfunkel would be forced into some safety.

The moment the door went to close, Nak would toss Garfunkel forward, awhile she’ll grab anything, like a chair and pin it under the door, which was metal or something like that—Jamming the chair there so noone could enter, buying them time. “'''... Correction. I will not be going back to the first floor. Gun or not.”''' She spoke to Tak. Moving back from the door. If it stayed that way. She would’ve looked around where they were, but if it didn’t? Na. They’ll be booking once more.

If all was fine. She’ll turn to the random dude that looked like he popped out of a grease movie, if he was on the floor due to her pushing him, she’ll extend her hand to help him up. “'''Consider yourself lucky. The odds seemed to be better if we stick together. ‘Least. Until we get you a weapon. Do stay quiet'''.” She’ll greet him in whispers to keep their voice down, possibly, if they kept quiet, the creatures on the other side of the door would lose interest and return to the main room where people was getting murked up. “'''This is Tak and I’m Nak. Nice to meet you. Seemed you've been through worse.'''” She’ll attempt to be more friendly. Letting go of his hand and turning to look around, if he stayed, chill if he didn’t. That was even better. @DM. Please tell us wot is hur. Please guide us through this struggle. They really trying to catch their exam.

Kazuto Yakuza
Kazuto was moving quick and travelled upstairs, he made a rookie mistake before, but this was mostly because he wasn’t aware of the infected penetrating the facility defense. One thing was for sure, since Kazuto was moving carefully he could hear something travelling through the vent. It was coming from the conference room particularly. That being said the motions Kazuto had taken by going up stairs resulted in being successful. It seemed he was the first to reach the second floor, Kazuto began to look around, but before continuing he locked the door behind him putting a large bookcase in the way to cover the door and buy him some time. This would result in the door to access the second floor being locked, the other entrances being open. Kazuto would mostly do this because of the noise coming from the vents, he personally couldn’t risk anything following him at this point. This would restrict the BOW from following him to the second floor.

That being said Kazuto would begin to look around for any other way around the facility, he needed to find more items and fast. Kazuto was pretty much alone doing all of this as he hadn’t crossed paths with anyone yet, maybe he would cross paths with the people who finally reached the second floor soon? Who knew that was a tossup regardless. That being said Kazuto continued to make his way through the floor attempting to find any items that may benefit him, keeping an eye out for a gun or batteries particularly. But his main priority was the keep an eye out for the radio he needed. That’s when a violent quake happened which shook the place. Kazuto stumbled back and forth as he was surprised how powerful that was. There was no way it was a normal earthquake, Kazuto whispered “What the hell was that?” Kazuto wanted to look out the window but he needed to stay focused on the task at hand. If no other doors on the second floor was locked apart from his own entrance to the second floor and the other group who had arrived to the second floor which locked their door. Kazuto would be able to possibly cross paths with Tak, Nak, and Rick.

If possible before he entered the room if he had walked in on them introducing themselves to each other, he would call out to them “Who goes there?” His voice demanding as he needed to figure who was there. The second floor was dead silent so finding people here peeked his interest. Either way Kazuto would cross lock up area passing by all the criminals who were locked up. Though had he arrived and met up with the other 3 stated he would attempt to befriend them as they all had the same goal at this point, to get out of here alive. Kazuto would look enter their room and addressed Tak, Nak, and Rick. “There isn’t much time, when I was coming up here, I heard something following me in the vents. Do any of you have batteries or a radio?” Kazuto asked this straight up as he was curious, though this meet up was an attempt and only possible if all doors on the second floor were unlocked apart from the ones both parties had just locked.

Rick Garfunkel
Because of Rick, a lot of people were starting to already die. That sounded like a problem that someone like him honestly didn't give a fuck about. Quickly he shut and locked the door to the West Office behind him, if there was anything immediately large like a cabinet or desk he would quickly slam it over the door in order to seal it off. This would ONLY be if it was immediately close to Rick, since he didn't have a lot of time to spare here. Afterward he would take off sprinting into the hallway leading out of the office when two other lucky ladies grabbed him wherever they could to bring him along. He didn't need much other than that, trying to skip an odd amount of stairs with each step not nearly as gymnastically gifted as a certain lady.

Once atop the flight of stairs, Es slingshotted Rick ahead leaving her last to enter. Because of the sudden move, Rick kept on his way but fell just when reaching into the next room. His knee slammed into the floor, the jolt clearing his mind for a second.

"DAMN IT!"

Rick sweared some other obscenities under his breath before picking himself up and looking over to the ladies noticing who he had landed with. He put on a fake smile and combed back his hair, everyone below was literally dying but there was always time to impress the girls even if he was a married man.

"Milk and honey...! There's enough of the Rickster to go around here!."

As soon as he started studying them, he turned back to the door turning slightly prepared to run if need be. Thankfully, he still had his brick in hand just in case things were to get ugly. There might be many bricks, but this one was his and God be damned if he wasn't going to smash at least one zombie with this peculiar weapon of choice in the absence of others. If they had a little bit of time to talk however, the two would actually have time to observe Rick's panic building back up not only in his expression but his voice too.

"We need to get the fuck out of here. What are we supposed to do?"

It was somewhat rhetorical as he himself was thinking hard on the matter, but he couldn't help but keep looking back at the flight of stairs half-expecting those damned monsters to come up.

Phuck Yu - Post Theme
   In the famous words of Tay-K, IM HITTING THE FUCKING RACE! Phuck gripped the metal pipe, shit. Sucks in another time I woulda used this jawnt to flame up some kush. Dirty hoes spreading some crazy viruses out here. Wait, I’m in a mechanical room, the boiler and abunch of loud pipe stuff is down here. Though as Phuck was about to move out of the room and into the hallway, he would hear all the commotion and screaming coming from the way he came. A big muh fucking explosion. OH NAH, SHIT WILING, ISIS KILLED MY BOY BIGGIE FR, DON’T TRUST WHITES. He sped walk towards the back of the boiler, that had a small fitting area where he could slide behind it and hide but as he did everything started shaking. SHIT, he looked down and noticed he scuffed his retro jordans. That was worth than dying to whatever just popped off forreal. Paid a fenti belt for this dirty shit. Smh. Now angled directly behind the loud boiler and everything else on the floor was loud meaning it’d keep a nigga in a booling situation. Phuck slide down on the wall and sat calmly. I didn’t survive the gorilla yard of RPD prison to die to some bad breathed niggas real wrap.

Esfir "NAK" Liliya
Impressed not. Held to her lips, colored the opposite of impressed, she tilted her head and stared at the man that, her left hand placed itself on the top of her crimson beret as her hues looked to Tak; Can you believe this guy? Looking back to the man, she simply moved by him and debated on her options for the moment. That door wasn’t going to last long, this man was really loud and quite stupidish AND she almost regretted saving him, but it was at the moment, it seemed like a good idea. “We--” As soon as her mouth went to talk on the matter of what they SHOULD do, she heard a door open and she INSTANTLY took her serrated machete’s fine point to the direction; some black haired asian looking like he was on some wannabe samurai shit but forgot to don his armor when shit hit the fan. Noticing it being another human being, she dropped her hand and removed her blade from his direction and rubbed the back of her neck, he was direct in his delivery in words and even spoke about some shit in the vents.. Most importantly, he asked for something that Nak had, he seemed to be magical. “'''Yakuza-looking-man. Come with me.'''” She barked an order at him while hitting to a door to leave, with these orders it seemed she was breaking from the pack—Reaching her hand into her pouch to hold up some batteries, he’d only get them if he walked with her; she flashed them to him and placed them back in her pouch. “'''Tak. You have your phone. Use it. Take that man and look for anything useful. We’ll meet up on the next floor. Also. Don’t worry, if you must. Please flee higher.'''” She added before leaving the room, hoping the yakuza person was following her.

If both of them were outside. She’ll address him instantly. “'''Two rules. Don’t speak unless it’s in a whisper and don’t act in noise unless you have to. Third rule. I’ll help you. If you help me; I won't leave you to die.'''” Her husky tone was quite serious and her hues stared into his as she pulled the batteries back out and tossed them to him; she’ll begin walking as quietly as possible. If he followed sweet. They’d be heading to the cell area where that one black guy was taken; she'll also look over each vent because of what the man said.

Tak Sagara

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She looked back at Nak with a nod of acknowledgement. This Rickster dude was a funny guy, so at least  they were able to salvage some of the entertainment. Once Nak and Rickster were through the door and Nak secured it with a chair, Tak immediately looked around at the area, and it seemed like they were directly in front of a library, which she instantly went into. "Sounds good to me, Annie Oakley." She called out to Nak about not going downstairs. Right about then too, they would cross paths with a second male who was dressed in a suit and looking nothing short of a yakuza from 1970's Yokohama. At first reflex, she grabbed the shotgun, ready to headbutt him with the blunt end of it, but upon seeing that he was fully coherent and nonrabid, she relaxed... slightly. Just imagining Suit in this type of background was cathartic and Tak cocked a brow but smirked to him as she started checking around the library for anything useful. "Hi, Suit. I'm Tak. Got any cigarrettes, a zippo or some chewing gum?" She asked while staying clear of the windows. "Where did you just come from by the way?"

However he answered, Tak jogged around through the library to do a lap check before returning to her comrade and their two boyfriends. "There's a staircase leading up to the third floor. Looks clear." But it seemed Nak had another agenda with suit, and with a furtive nod toward her, she looked to Rick now. "Looks like the double date's over. Shall we?" She asked while motioning toward the stairs.

Rick Garfunkel
The machismo girl didn't seem too happy upon Rick introducing himself, making him even more interested as he winked at her. Before he could be answered, a strange man with a real, actual katana came into the room asking for batteries. A bit of an odd request considering the situation.

"You need it to power your nerf gun, bud?"

Rick smiled apologetically almost as if for taking that easy joke, he couldn't say much though. All he had at the moment was just a brick, while the rest of this group seemed to have weapons actually meant to put down just whatever those people were turning into down below. Nak quickly began to bark out orders, she seemed easy to guess on. He didn't bother saying anything until she eventually left the room.

"Seems a little cliche for us to start separating, maybe we really are in a horror movie?"

Rick laughed to himself, it was hard to tell if anything was real at this point. The dead walked, and just a few seconds ago it sounded and felt as if a nuke dropped on this desperate city. They needed to get a move on however, they needed to find something to help them. Rick would walk upstairs with Tak and immediately hit the nearest room if everything was clear. Hopefully, Tak would stay in tow just in case anything were to happen. He knew time was on the line, and tried to make this first search as fast as possible without trying to overlook anything. If he didn't find anything, he could at least drag out any desks or cabinets into the hall before hitting the next room. If something were to happen and those freaks finally got up to the third floor, a quick barricade would be necessary.

Kazuto Yakuza
Kazuto was calm as he didn’t act rashly for anything, he noticed how the group tensed up to his arrival, but then they lowered themselves in terms of comprehending what Kazuto had come for. The Russian lady seemed to be barking orders while the idiot male who was with them was attempting to crack jokes during a serious time like this. Kazuto looked to the white biker guy attempting to be a funny guy and said “At least a nerf gun is more useful than that brick you have.” His accent was think but the words could be made out. Normally he wasn’t the type to talk, but when addressed he would address back who ever spoke to him. After her had returned the counter in terms of roasting, Kazuto turned to the side to look at the 3rd member of their party, it was a girl who seemed just about ready to take him down. Kazuto wasn’t scared as he was skilled in several forms of martial arts so taking them down wasn’t a problem. The problem was the fact that they had a gun when Kazuto did not, so it meant he needed to play things safely. That being said Kazuto listened to the Russian ladies orders, she exclaimed that they should split up and that the Yakuza was to work with her.

She have given extra directions, also telling them to meet upstairs as the mission had started. It seemed that Kazuto’s group would involve someone who was more serious in nature like he was. Something he personally respected as the Yakuza clan was known for mostly talking about business and upholding respect for those who mean what they say. When the lady and him bounced and started moving ahead, she turned and told him not to talk unless it was a whisper. To not act on noise unless it was needed and to help her if he wants help from her. All of which was understandable circumstances to work together, instead of verbally responding, Kazuto responded with a normal nod, meaning he understood the orders she had barked. Though Kazuto only took orders from higher powered individuals within the clan, he was going to accept this because she had proposed survival if they worked together.

When she tossed the batteries over Kazuto caught them with swiftness and put them inside of his flashlight. Shortly after he would turn it on which would illuminate any dark locations within the perimeter of which ever path they had selected. Kazuto walked closely behind Nak watching her back as he had his flash light on if it was dark only, if not he would be shut off and placed into his pocket. That being said, the two would make their way through the cell area. Kazuto would kept an eye out for any item that may be useful for them. Had they walked through any door, Kazuto would easily follow and lock the door behind them to avoid that creature who was hopping through the vents to follow them. Kazuto knew it was something inhuman judging by the ruckus it caused moving through the vents. All Kazuto could do was provide support and followed behind Nak, his hand on his Nodaichi’s hilt as he was ready to pull the blade if something was to attack them unexpectedly.

Esfir "NAK" Liliya
Hues scanning over the wall they walked, which wasn’t a walk, it was a power walk with some HASTE, her ears listened out for any possible thing that could trail out of the vents, windows, or even behind them. The two found themselves walking to the S.T.A.R.S Office(Saying this because they are going to follow the hallway until they find a room) the place she was attempting to locate someone, or rather weapons, both work. Unlike those around her, Nak was rather collected and calm as a person, not because of nationality or emotional displacement, but, it was something else. She didn’t mind dying, she didn’t mind the death and she was quite contend with everything going on, it was like a second home, but people eat eachother, which was a bit disgusting, but she use to it; she had been use to it. Possibly. This is why she choose to slip off from Tak, she was smart enough to realize a few traits that Nak carried, after all, she did find Tak quite simply regardless of the man-eating flood of zombies. At the end of the day, this was merely just a challenge. One that seemed disappointing… Ah, is this truly all they had to offer? That thought danced in her mind. It was funny to complain about something at that simple, but wasn’t this scary enough? Well. Not to her.

If all had went well so far. Lifting a hand, she kept herself close to the Yakuza, about a two foot distance; signaling him to stop. Curling around a corner, she pressed her back to the wall awhile peeking around it, she didn’t see anything, nor hear anything. So. She simply kept walking, the floor didn’t sound off either, which was good. Waving for him to follow, she noticed something beyond her, a door to her left. She didn’t know what it was, but if they were going to pass by it, they may as well check it.

As she moved to it, she noticed the sign. S.T.A.R.S Office is said. Pressing herself against the wall, the left side of the door, she turned the knob while pushing it open, just encase someone was held up in there and trigger happy, or just encase something wanted to jump out at her, she’d be hidden by the wall. If nothing happened, she’ll peek in, then step in with something to say if someone was there, like a guard. “The first floor is taken over.” She’ll say in a low tone, enough to be heard. "I am also looking for someone." She'd add.