[d20 Modern] RESIDENT EVIL: Damnation [PG -17]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion


Yuri takes a step back as the panel clicks open.

"Hey, gimme that candle, Smith..." he reaches over and takes it from Smith's hand (if he can). "Uh... got a light?"

At the start of the commotion by the door, Yuri looks over with mild alarm.

Oh what now...?

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Clairemont Mansion

Anders’ eyebrows furrowed and his eyes squinted at the sight before him – Surely I’m not seeing what I think I’m seeing Anders thought. His left hand reached for his side arm instinctively. Then alarm passed through his mind and his eyes widened at the simultaneous realization that his sidearm was missing . . . and that he probably wouldn’t need it. The raven haired spy was being attacked by . . . someone . . . something . . . something not alive.

I’ve . . . seen dead . . . hel- I’ve made dead . . . I’ve seen what I’ve killed . . . disposed of them . . . but they didn’t . . . move . . . didn’t . . .^urk^ hunger. Anders barely suppressed the exit of the stomach contents, but he couldn’t suppress the sound it made. He felt the table leg begin to slip though his grip, then his grip tightened. The shock had turned - becoming something more. Thankfully, for Anders, it didn’t become terror as much as hatred, a fear filled hatred, but a hatred nonetheless. That thing was chewing on the woman who haunting Anders’ dreams.

Anders couldn’t get at the creature to hit it, Maria was blocking the way through the doorway – even the spy was in the way. And Anders, possibly for the first time in his life, was not certain he wasn’t thankful for that.

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Clairemont Mansion

The sounds of battle cause Michael to jump up as if bitten by something, nearly hitting his head on the mantle as he does so. He franctically turns his head, but his position makes it impossible to see anything.

"Wha-?! What's going on up there?!" His panicked voice seems to jump from the built-up tension begin instantly released.

Michael tries to focus on Carlson for a moment, hoping to be eased by the calm demeanor that he has come to know the man for. The look that he finds on the Sergeant's face isn't what he had hoped to find, the sight of a kind of primal rage causing Michael's train of thought to go into overdrive, about to derail...

mistergone said:

"Hey, gimme that candle, Smith..."

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Michael looks at the candle dumbfoundedly for an instant, trying to remember why he had it. As he throws it over to the Corporal, he seems to remember the panel and the darkness of the hole behind it.

The panel, of course! If there's a clip of ammo, there must be a gun to match -- they must have placed one there, it has to be there. Dear God, please let the gun be there.

With that last prayer repeating in his head, Michael dives on hands and knees in front of the fireplace. He sticks both arms in the dark hole and gropes around the compartment, desperately hoping to find the gun.

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Maria is standing in the doorway, her face turned pale. Softly she mutters "Oh my God, oh my God" over and over again. The looks of a dead man, with the small bit of flesh that is still attached to it's bones, gnawing, taking bites out of the spy, the blood everywhere around her.

It makes her sick. It makes her want to vomit. It makes her want to scream and run away. But she can't. Her feet are glued to the floor, her mouth shut tight, and her eyes focussed on the thing.

Oh how she hated the idea of rushing right after the spy. Forgetting all tactics. Getting surprised like this. Suddenly, she snaps out of it. The spy wrestles back, extracting her shoulder from the monster's mouth. Maria's grip around the wooden club get tighter, and with a great scream of anger, frustration and fear she smashes the wood against the rotting meat.

"Haha, can't hide anything from me," he says proudly.

Isaac raises an eyebrow to the ruckus at the door.

Is that where our asian friend went?

The door is flung open and the expressions of the people standing around it change. Revulsion mixed with a bucket of other negative emotions are thrown onto their faces.

Heh, thats the kinda faces I see going into a real bad murder case... only worse. God damn! What condition would the body be in to make soldiers, special forces lookin' ones too, pull faces like that?

"Look, a corpse can't incite that much disgust," he says as he walks over, leaving the others to investigate the panel, "Let me take a look, I've seen a hundred dead bodies in my time and none have fazed me yet...."

Except for that one time...

Isaac throws a casual glance down the corridor, expecting to see the asian's body cut into pieces and nailed to the walls.

"Holy mother of f...." are the only words which escapes his lips as his legs attempt to throw away their responsibility to support the rest of his body.

He stumbles till he softly thuds against a wall. He turns pale and slides into a sitting position, staring at the floor and silent. His mouth opens and shuts repeatedly as his head lolls to one side.

Not again... not again... not again... not again... not again... not again... if I don't look at it, its not here. It doesn't exist, they all said so... it doesn't... but I can still hear it... and smell it. The smell... the same... I could never forget that smell...

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Yuri feels the pit of his stomach tighten into a small knot as he realizes that now, for some reason, everyone around him is losing it...

"Smith?! Whoa there... don't just..."

Is he trying to crawl in there? What the Hell is he thinking? And what the Hell is everyone seeing through that door over there? And has Patel always been this stone cold?

Yuri takes a turn staring dumbly at the candle in his hand, then again quickly looks around for the nearest source of flame to light it with.

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1st Floor – Entrance Hall

Issac, Maria, Anders

Your stomach is in your throat and nearly suffocating you with fear. The…thing…is still gnawing on the other woman, its mouth full of new and old blood crusting its edges. You could even swear an eye was about to fall off any moment now…

Maria Moreno

Though you barely can believe what’s in front of your eyes, the terror changes to anger and you swing the table leg at the beast, wanting nothing more than to blot it out of existence where it should be. The first connects with a sickening thud and the eye you noticed pops out, flying at your face. Your second swing goes wildly as you try and duck it, the makeshift club nearly hitting the other woman in the head.

Amelia Brogart

You can see the reactions of everyone by the door but you don’t know why they are doing this or what that solider woman is swinging her club at. Yuri and Mike’s actions are being blocked by their bodies and the darkness but you realize they have opened the panel and are getting something from the inside.

Jac Nguyen

The smell is so overpowering you’re pretty sure you’re going to throw up. The pain isn’t any better either. When you turn her head to speak, that’s when you realize that the head next to you is half there. A dent on one side, an eyeball flying by you and brushing your cheek…and yet the…THING…is still chewing on you like a day old shoe. Even as you instinctively grab a hold after Maria’s second strike nearly misses your head by centimeters, your hands feel slippery against the flesh that is coming off in your fingers.

Anders Carlson

Your frustration knows no bounds, and your fear quickly encroaching. Somehow you swallow it, but Maria is swinging wildly and you can’t get past without walking straight into her swinging club. A thought strikes you…must get the fight away from the door somehow. Charge the creature? Or pull Jac out?

Amisha Patel

Despite the commotion behind you or perhaps trying to distance yourself from it, you spend those seconds taking one curtain off the window. There are two windows near you, each with long gauzy cream colored curtains.

Mike Smith

Your hands feel clammy even as your friends seem to become more frantic. What is going on? But all you can do is put your hands inside and hope that you find something…anything. Your fingers close around something alright but its flat and cold, thin like plastic with something metallic on the end. You pull it out into the darkness.

Yuri Borzakovsky

Your hands are nervous as everyone is behaving oddly by the door. What could they be seeing? You don’t know, not from where you sit, but you see their reactions clearly and it doesn’t look good. Sticking the candle in one of the lighted stubs, you realize that the candles in the room, the already lit ones are quickly burning out. Perhaps you have 5 minutes left of real light before you are plunged into darkness…

Yuri Borzakovsky, Michael Smith

The plastic is cold and when your hand turns over you can see the writing in the dim light of the candle. It looks like a security badge with the words “Umbrella” on it and a picture of a very pretty woman with blonde hair and blue eyes that looks vaguely familiar somehow...until you realize she reminds you of the civilian woman by the door. The name on the badge reads “Selena Brogart”.

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1st Floor – Entrance Hall

A name tag? Who the Hell would go to such trouble to hide a name tag?

Yuri shoots a glance over at Amelia then claps Michael on the shoulder.

"Good job, Mikey. You're all over that secret name-tag finding business."

Trying to shield the precious candle flame with one hand, Yuri moves towards Carlson and Moreno, circling around behind Carlson so as to get a look through the doorway. Must be that other civilian woman... the one that disappeared... giving Moreno trouble or something...

"It's gonna get real dark in here real fast, so whatever you're doing, do it faster!"

Yuri raises the candle up to cast it's meager light into the open doorway... and nearly drops it. He had seen severely wounded people many times before. He had seen dead bodies, mangled horribly, blown apart, burned severely. But what he saw now... whatever he was seeing now, was just unnatural.

My God... what is wrong with that... thing? Is it even human? It's chewing on that woman... No one is that strong to bite through flesh like that... not unless they're hopped up on drugs or... his mind reels. The tight feeling in his stomach moves up towards his chest, pounding aside his lungs and heart, into his throat, and bursts out his mouth in a dry coughing heave. He clamps his free hand over his mouth and tries to avert his eyes... but he can't help but stare at the abomination of life before him.

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Clairemont Mansion

As Michael feels the thin object in the compartment, he starts muttering softly to himself:

"Noo... No, no, no, this isn't it. No." For a moment he refuses to pick up the object, hoping to change the card into a weapon by sheer force of will. Then, he picks it up and slowly pulls it toward him, bringing it closer to the light and seeing the picture and name on the card.

Selena Brogart. Brogart...? He turns his head to look at the blonde woman, standing near the door. Amelia. ...Brogart. Amelia Brogart? Wait a minu--.

The thought is interrupted by Bozakovsky's slap on michael shoulder, slightly startling him.

mistergone said:

"Good job, Mikey. You're all over that secret name-tag finding business."

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The comment severely disheartens the young Private, his face showing surprise and disappointment.

What? I'm just trying to do the best I can here. I couldn't know only this card would be behind the panel... You--you should be giving orders, not be putting me down. Shut up, just shut up!

Trying to get away from Borzakovsky (and from the terror that the Sergeant and Corporal are facing), Michael scrambles over to Amisha in a low crawl. He sees the two remaining table legs and picks one up, holding it in front of him like it would shield him from the chaos around him.

He tries to make eye contact with Amisha, desperately seeking for some meaningful connection, to soothe the growing feeling of solitude and abandonment that has come over him.

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Clairemont Mansion

Isaac shakes his head.

I need to do something.

He tries to get up but the smell of fresh blood and the dead saps the strength from his body.

Why? It was all behind me, why has it come back? Why in this form? What is happening? Why am I here? They've found something? Focus on that.

Isaac stands up slowly, totally ignoring whats going on, and stumbles over to Michael to look at his discovery.

He found an ID card, thats a decent clue to whats happening I guess.

"Nice work soldier," he says weakly, trying to smile reassuringly though, "Huh?"

Isaac recognises the person on the card, his eyes go wide and for a second he forgets whats going on. His sub-concious manages to push the zombie out of his mind with the support of something to distract him.

"Miss Amelia!" he yells, "We've found your sister's ID badge. The sick fs planted it here."