Duibne Industries - Open to Tacharan, All Others Invite Only

Carol Hedley was not happy. Duibne Industries was in full lock down because of an 'incident' that occurred fifty four minutes prior in the Special Testing area. That section was not Duibne Industries public pride and joy but it was its money maker. That section is where the weaponary, viral and bacterial genetic testing occured under direct supervision of Dr. Vincent Thorpe and vampire Liasion Scientist Nova Piestewa. It was located beneath DI in the basement levels and was easily sealed off from the rest of the building.

That was, of course, till some fucking numb nut broke protocol and opened the sealed section. Haz-Mat (hazardous materials) teams were dispatched but DI security reached that section first. Blind luck, stupid luck but some sort of bad luck opened that fucking door and now Carol Hedley was trying to contain a potential bio weapon from escaping into the city. Oh no wait...

THAT HAPPENED ALREADY.

So Carol Hedley was indeed unhappy. Very cute and stylishly dressed...but still very unhappy.

Steven 16 years ago
"Anantya," Steve said, wiping his neck and getting to his feet, ignoring the woman's outstretched hand. That other dumb bitch had damn near been filled with lead when she went bonkers on him like that. This blonde was pushing her luck, too. What kind of idiot got close quarters with an armed and wounded man? "Trinity Jordan's pet, if you get my drift." Keeping his distance from the woman who had recently had her teeth in his neck, Steve took stock of his comrades. The wounded woman was looking a load better, the man had put the gun away, and the blonde, Amberelle, was acting like a mother watching a toddler. Talk about annoying. Keeping his thoughts in check, he spoke to the group at large. "So, do any of you have a plan, or are you just making this up as you go along?" Better find out now, rather than get pinned down in a firefight or something. This was turning out to be one of the worst nights of Steve's life.
Scientist 16 years ago
Carol's smell was intoxicating, the sickenly sweet aroma of her flesh wafted by him as he stood in the doorway behind her. Slowly the little blonde turned and faced him, her expression mixed with fear and revoltion. Saliva began to fill his mouth, dripping down the raw and exposed flesh where his lips had been. The last bit of his humanity held his hunger in check but with every step Carol took back, Dr. Thorpe met with a forward step. He wasn't even aware of what he was doing until he found himself hovering over her as he pinned her to the desk. His teeth ached as he fought the urge to tear her sweet flesh off her face.

A new scent came into the room - a familiar one. Carol shivered beneath him, her eyes squeezed shut and Dr. Thorpe tore his eyes away from her to look up.

'Nova...' he murmured.

Dr. Thorpe climbed over Carol, rushing to Nova his need to speak to her overwhelming the hunger. His mind struggled between human and zombie and with great determination tried to form the words with his bloodied mouth. He closed his eyes and spoke.

'It's...not too late...Nova.'

His own voice sent shivers down his spine. Whatever he was had almost completely slipped away and was replaced by a blood thirsty, flesh eating monster. His hands shook as he lifted them, pushing his sleeves up to his elbows, holding his black and bruised flesh out to Nova. He struggled again with his words.

'Hurry.'
Uninfected 16 years ago
'Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.'

His name was Larry Bingham and this wasn't what he signed up for. With a grunt Larry pulled himself up and over a barrier, trying desperately to avoid the dozen zombies clamoring behind him.

'Ooof!' He landed on his feet and kept running as he crossed the length of the rooftop to the stairs leading down to the maintence entrance.

'Please be unlocked. Please be unlocked.' He chanted the mantra as he made the last final feet to the door and pulled on the door knob. Larry nearly lost his footing as the door opened freely toward him. With a quick look behind him, he slammed the door just as the zombies made it over the helio pad barrier.

It was eeriely quiet and deserted in the maintence floor of Duibne Industries. It was nothing but steel and machinery vibrating softly. He willed himself to move and searched for something to brace the door with. He moved into the first doorway and discovered the security room with monitors lined the top half of one wall. The zombies were all over the helio pad now, blocking any access to his helicopter.

Across from that were gated cabinets with shotguns and munitions, the doors ajar leaving easy access. Grabbing a shotgun he loaded it with shells and turned back toward the monitors.

Nothing.

They were gone - all of them. In the one minute it took for him to retrieve and load the shotgun, the zombies had disappeared. He looked at the control panel and began touching buttons, looking for the camera views. One of the control sticks moved the camera that overlooked the entire roof top and he panned it around. Still nothing. Again he ran his fingers over the console, discovering the playback. He wound one tape back and in the distance he saw it. An explosion caught the attention of the zombies and like lemmings they ran toward it - right off the roof top.

Larry wasted no time gathering up his weapon and heading back to the doorway.
Zombie Horde 16 years ago
Jet Donovan, channel 2 field reporter for KTUU NBC affiliate was a little upset about being eaten. It passed though, which he knew it would. The upset part, not the being eaten part. However, both passed and he faded quickly into oblivion.

That was until the gut wrenching pain of being reborn into a lifeless thing happened.

The muscles in his gut cramped painfully, his entire body stiffening into one rock hard spasm as the air was pushed out of his lungs, choking the last bit of what he was out of him. The night air slipped from invisibility to a palatable thing with scents of nearby dead and life invading his nostrils. Slowly he stood to his knees and inhaled deeply.

They had dragged his body off the platform and most of the muscle in his upper right arm had been chewed off. It hung at his side with its bone exposed. He was having a bad day indeed. Suddenly the smell of flesh hit him like a jackhammer to the forehead and he turned toward the opposite side of the helicopter. He stood at the aircraft's tail end and watched someone scurry to the cockpit.

'Larry...'
Uninfected 16 years ago
Larry jumped the barrier, shotgun in hand and made his way back across the roof top. The orange plume of smoke was rising into the night sky several blocks over and it apparently had caught the attention of his dead assailants. He climbed onto the platform again and wasted no time climbing into the helicopter's cockpit, starting lift off procedures. The chopter blades began to slowly spin, as Larry looked on with an impatient prayer. The whumpf whumpf sound finally progressed to a high speed hum and he pulled back on the stick.

The helicopter lifted off the ground, only to dip slightly which Larry attributed to his haste in not waiting to complete the final checks. His plan was to get the fuck out of dodge, hoping against hope that the military didn't shoot him down. Forty feet above the platform, Larry turned the helicopter to the left, guiding it over the edge. He watched his gauges and thought back to earlier this evening - having to put up with that vain son of a bitch Jet Donovan and his ridiculous ego. With a smile Larry looked up and to the left, checking the helicopter's clearance.

Jet Donovan was standing on the helicopter's step clinging to his window, staring at Larry with lifeless eyes and a partially missing arm. Much to his surprise, Larry watched Jet check his reflection in the helicopter window before he punched through it, grabbing Larry's neck - effectively ripping his throat out.
Simon Huntington 16 years ago
He really didn't want to go in there.

Simon gave Rowland's question some thought and decided they didn't have too much choice. Duibne was undoubtedly locked down but as Tacharan's leader he had override control of the facility.

But he really didn't want to go in there.

Simon walked quickly over to the entrance of DI and answered Mr. Rowland. 'Duibne's security levels would protect us from anything coming from above,' meaning military cleansing which Simon didn't have to say out loud. He did not add that DI happened to be ground zero, or was the most probable conclusion that the infection started there. Cleaning up the mess when this was over - god willing it would be soon - DI would have its hand full dodging accusations and global sanctions. They'd burn that bridge when they got to it.

'Let's move inside before...'. Simon didn't have the chance to finish. He barely had the chance to react when Ellis came flying at him, knocking him to the ground. Watching her mid air he understood why though, and for the first time thanked her agility as they flew through the glass doors of Duibne.
Ellis Duban 16 years ago
Stop thinking and start acting.

Ellis considered this train of thought as Simon exhibited his leadership skills. She followed him as she unconsciously checked her weapon and balanced it in her right hand. Simon was talking about the sublevels which were similiar to the Domicile. The sublevels that conducted illegal viral and military experimentation which probably is ground zero for the infection spreading across the city. She wondered how she missed out on those particular tests. The possibilities would have been insane fun with her still leading the clan. Oh well.

Rowland's fresh blood left a tingling in her as her body continued to regenerate, but it still left her well below normal reaction time. This would be her excuse when looking back at this moment since any other day at 100% performance, she would have noticed the niggling at the back of her neck much earlier. Ellis shook her head, trying to shake off the weird itch as she continued her slow stroll toward Simon and stiffled her snickering.

With her left hand Ellis reached up and scratched behind her ear, rolling her eyes up when her perception finally kicked in and communicated with her realization. It's funny, hindsight and all - she'd look back and thought - fiery explosions seemed to follow her around. As if some divine being kept writing her story to involve blood, murder and mayhem mixed with the occasional 'oh shit' explosions.

Oh and glass...lots and lots of breaking glass.
The Voice 16 years ago
Larry Bingham's helicopter barely cleared the heli-pad on the main tower of Duibne Industries. However, Larry Bingham's head did not and it dropped to the roof top, along with what once was one Jet Donovan, NBC affiliate field reporter who had hopes to someday anchor the 5:00 o'clock news. The news helicopter veered off to the left and the propeller blades tipped over, causing the cockpit alarm to sound off - not that Larry Bingham's torso could have done anything about it - and the aircraft rolled upside down and penetrated the glass windows of the glass tower. From there it fell quickly albeit silently and it greeted the group standing directly under it with little fanfaire and warning.

The explosion to follow the helicopter reaching the street below would blow out the bottom entrance of Duibne Industries, stretching out across in every direction for several hundred yards. Shards of glass would erupt and spray the streets, surging back up three stories blanketing the area in white hot fire.

Ready or not, the world was ending.

((OOC - Feel free to RP your reaction to the explosion. The only way to survive, however, will be running into DI and seeking protection within the lobby. Please out yourselves in preparation for the end.))
Amberelle DeEspionne 16 years ago
The blonde had watched Steve get up and just shook her head. Looking away from the group, the Anantya was annoyed with finding herself suddenly feeling responsible for him now. "Not that any one would ever blame me for letting something happen to a familair on a night like this," came to mind but was quickly rejected. She would know, and she was too honorable to abandon someone, especially not someone bound to her Clan.

About the same time that Ellis lunged towards Simon, Amberelle became aware and looked up with horror filled gold eyes. There wasn't even time to scream a warning as she spun and jerked the human up off his feet. The glass was already shattering around the couple ahead of them as she flung him in as far as her inhuman strength would let her, up and over to land behind the reception desk. There may have been a thud but Amby was not paying attention as she dove in behind the Ancients, leather covered arms and hands coming up to protect her head as she rolled and tumbled over the glass covered lobby floor.

((OOC : permission given to move and manhandle Steve!))
Steven 16 years ago
Steve felt the thump of rotor blades, and heard the explosion. Before he could look up, a hand grabbed the back of his flak jacket and slung him through the air. He flew through a wall of glass, then slammed against a wall. He landed inside the building, behind a receptionist's desk. He got up, weapon at the ready. The other three chuckleheads had made it, and seemed alright. Steve looked for zombies. None yet, but that could change at any time. He ran to an elevator, and hit the button. Still active. Great. He turned to the others. "Alright, let's find an armory or something, then go somewhere that we can secure." One thing bothered him: who the hell had had the strength to launch his ass like that? He would have to watch his ass around these three. Any one of them could be an enemy...