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

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion


As Maria swings her tableleg, hitting the zombie on the head and the eyeball ejecting from it's case, Maria get a very weird feeling in her stomach.

"My f*cking God...." she says, trying to catch her breath of the scare. "Anders... help me!"

Maria lifts her improvised bat again to smack the Zombie, hoping it'll go down this time.

Come on Maria... get your head straight... save that girl

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Amisha is torn between finishing the torches and assisting the others near the door. Some kind of biting noises? A dog? The pale look on Yuri's face ruled out that idea. There were too many people in the door.

As Mike approaches, she's still watching. Patel gives him a concerned look and shrugs. She'll grab him by the arm, tucking her table-leg under one arm, then drag him and the curtain a few feet closer,

"Orders sir?"

The sound of her name snaps Amelia out of her trance. She looks around a tad disoriented at hearing her name. But as she does so the sounds echoing around the room don't merely just reach her ears this time but her mind as well. Lost in thought while she was pondering about what was going on and what she could make of it all had distracted her sufficiently from noticing what happened in the room around her.

"---------- your sister's----------------------------------."

Is all that gets through to her. Pushing herself away from the door she feels the doorknob poke into her back but the pain doesn't get through to her as she dashes for Isaac.

Her thoughts darkened by her conclusions and pondering she grabs Isaac by both arms and shakes him wildly as she stares into his eyes with the gaze of a mad man. The dark mood she brought herself in with her speculating of what might be going on here seeps into her thoughts of what might have happened to her sister when she heard word of her.

"What is there with my sister! What do you know of her!?"

Her nails imbed themselves in Isaac's arms as mania seizes her.

What would he have fou..

As the word takes shape in her mind and nearly escapes from her lips she releases Isaac and wildly goes for the man at the fireplace. Grabbing him by the shoulder she turns him around and looks frantically into his eyes.

"What have you found? Show me! Well sho..."

As she is yelling at Smith her eyes catch a glimpse of her sisters picture. Her breath stops in her throat and she stumbles back a feet or two, her eyes still fixed on the picture and the confronting shapes beneath it.

The letters spelling Selena Brogart.

Amelia trips over thin air and lands on her behind with a silent thump as the cold from the marble floor seeps through her clothing again.

She fails to notice.

Forget, wanting to forget is everything she wants right now. She wishes she never had a little sister, never ever.

Why did I ask her for that job, why... she was doing so well at that research centre... Why did I talk her into it... Why...

Two grey eyes never lost sight of the photograph since they caught their first glimpse of it, but now its outline is growing vague as tears slowly begin to build in Amelia's eyes. A sigh escapes as the feeling of helplessness grows. She feels so powerless... everything seems to happen, everything has always just seemed to go on. A soft whisper glides of her lips as her past fills her mind again.

"I can't affect anything... the world just goes on, I can't help anything. I'm useless.. so damned useless..."

The thoughts flow away and she turns her face to Smith.

"Please, may I please have that picture. Please..."

And only the two tears that silenly roll down her cheecks bare testimony to her true feelings and the despair that slowly gets its dark hold on Amelia's mind.

I was so selfish to ask her to come work in Racoon city... she had such a happy life. Why did I not just leave her where she was and was happy... Why did I have to involve myself again in how she leads her life! It's my fault, my selfish fault she moved here and accepted that damned job at Umbrella... I just missed her so much. I just saw her so little after she first moved out...

And now this has happened to her... I brought it onto her.. But I was just so proud... but why did I have to get her that job at the Black ops department... I just wanted her to have the very best... I just was so proud of her and when they said they needed and expert I thought of her... She deserved it.. but now this... And it's my fault... all my fault...

Two tears silenly hit the cold marble.

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

The grief of the blonde woman seems to awaken something in Michael, as if he had been searching, and only now realizes what he had been searching for.

Amidst the chaos and the terror, the rage and the fear, here before him is a simple manifestation of humanity, a person in grief.

The young private cannot help but react to the woman, to complete his flight from the combat around him. While he shakes his arms loose from Amisha's grip, the sounds of the combat around him seem to vanish. Michael drowns in the feelings of the woman sitting on the cold marble before him...

Slowly, he takes a step forward to her and squats, bringing his eyes to the same level as hers. The sight of the woman's tears brings to his eyes a well-felt look of compassion. He silently hands her the plastic card and carefully wraps her fingers around it, as a parent would comfort a crying child by giving it its most beloved stuffed animal.
Then he gently wraps one arm around the woman's back and under her shoulder, the other under her legs. He slowly lifts her off the ground and carries her to the corner of the room, seating her there with her back in the corner, leaving her to her sorrow, out of harm's way.

He stands up, turns around slowly and looks at the dark hall and the people in it, as if seeing it all for the first time. His face looks blank, detached from the world around him, as if something has been purged from him. He picks up the improvised club, straightens his back and takes a deep breath through his nose, ready to face the unknown.

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

"My f*cking God...." she says, trying to catch her breath of the scare. "Anders... help me!"

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The call for his help shook the cobwebs from Anders’ mind. He felt his training and his years of special forces experience begin to take over. I need to get this . . . thing out in the open so we can kill it. The only way is to move what it’s holding onto. Grabbing onto it would be a waste of it based on the flesh ^urk^ falling off of it.

“Patel, bring the rest of those table legs. Moreno, I’m bringing it out - move to the side,now!” Anders ordered as he got into position to make his move. He hoped to grab hold of the raven haired spy and pull her into the room. If the thing came along, every could attack it, if not then hopefully it would follow.

Side Room ?

Jac rolls off the disgusting bloody monster and into Anders hand without any fight. Using his hand as an aid to help her unincumber herself from the embrasive creature. She slides over to the side, watching to see how good the man is with the creature. She tries to move out of the room, to rest in the corner by the entrance so that the others can observer her injury.

Clairemont Mansion

1st Floor – Entrance Hall

Isaac Goldstein

Could it be your search is over? The woman certainly looked like the pictures Amelia showed you. The plastic looks worn, rough at the edges, one side more worn than the other. On the back side a thin magnetic strip looks a bit scratched as well. The light was too dim to make out, but there were numbers on one edge.

Maria Moreno

The club feels heavy and slippery in your sweaty palms but still you swing at that creature. Perhaps it was the sweat, but the table leg seems to slide erratically in your fingers, and you barely kept your grip. This time though, you came very close to nearly taking off the dark-haired woman’s head instead of the creature’s.

Amelia Brogart

You see a familiar face on that security badge, recognizing it as one very similar to your own badge, bringing up memories, bringing up fresh worries. She looks happy.

Amisha Patel

Your hand brushes Michaels, pulling him to one side, but you can’t deter him. The table leg feels sturdy in your hand, but you can’t hide the uneasiness crawling in your stomach at the commotion over at the door. The sight of Carlson barreling through a wild Maria though shocks you.

Michael Smith

After you brush off Amisha, you walk over to the beautiful blonde woman and slide her effortlessly into your arms. She feels soft and vulnerable. The table leg you acquired seemed more like the weapon of knight to protect the fair lady…but from what, you don’t know…and perhaps you don’t want to know.

Yuri Borzakovsky

War had not prepared you for this. Dead you knew. Dead you saw. Dead you tried to bring back but failed so many times. Every thing in your mind screams that a man that destroyed could not be moving, could not be holding fast the woman, could not be trying to devour her right now.

1st Floor – Closet off Entrance Hall

Jac Nguyen

The smell is definitely making you nauseated now and you normally never get nauseated. Although the creature has a weaker hold on you, you cannot seem to get free. More and more of its disgusting flesh rubs off on your arms, on your hand, your back, your cheek as it tries futilely to regain control. Fetid breath hisses in your ear as you feel teeth miss its mark.

In the midst of that fear is a face you recognize, that hard military face, the one of the solider barreling toward you and the horror on your back with strong fingers reaching out for you.

Anders Carlson

Maria’s frantic swinging disrupts your rescue attempt, nearly knocking you over completely. Your fingers barely brush the grappled woman struggling in the creatures embrace but still got a hold if barely, her flesh now wet from sweat and blood…hers and that thing’s. But you had her, finally...in your arms.

There you stood, fighting with the creature, the woman between you and the smell of the unnatural beast.

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Amisha drops the tatters she was hanging onto and runs to the door. She takes up a position on the side opposite Corporal Moreno and raises her makeshift to club in both hands.

Picking up the smell of the creature, her rational mind tries to create some kind of explanation, but there simply isn't one. Not a costumed freak drugged up on something freaky. Not some kind of robotic special effects thing out of a movie. It was eating the civvy!

Don't freak out, soldier. Just kill the a**hole and figure it out later...

Two grey eyes watch silently
Two grey eyes watch but they do not see
Two grey eyes watch what remains as a mere memmory

Her sisters smile touched Amelia deeply, down right to her soul. The smile she craved for every waking moment after Selena disappeared.

Amelia can't help it but flashes of old force themselves up in her mind. All those moments they shared together, they joy, the pain. The strength they found with eachother when their mother passed away and their first smile afterwards. A smile owed to eachother and their love for eachother. They had always been together and Amelia couldn't cope when Selena graduated and went her own way. She couldn't do without her she felt, she missed her dear sister so much.

So she brought her back to Racoon city. She brought her back and got her that job at Umbrella. They were so happy. Laughter echoes through Amelia's head and she can't help it but smile as memmories from last summer resurface in her mind. Their first summer together again, with their father. They laughed so much and the world appeared to have its very foundation made of joy and brightness.

The touch of the badge reaches Amelia and her eyes find the picture again. The picture that reawakened her purpose in this dark and evil place again. She doesn't know how to feel or what she's feeling. The sight of her sisters smile forces so many emotions to surface in Amelia's head.

More tears roll over her cheeks as she feels the cold marble underneath her again. Her eyes glide from the picture over towards something that appears to be carrying her.

Two grey eyes meet two kind eyes. Two eyes with a sad look in them. Amelia sees how Smith puts her down and she finds herself looking at the picture of her sister again. She finds herself released from her fixation on the picture and she looks up again and sees the young Private slowly head towards the other side of the room

A soft and warm smile forms below two grey sorrowfull eyes.
Two soft words leave her lips.

"Thank you..."

Two grey eyes grow dull as the spark leaves the once so joyfull eyes, forever.

And another tear falls down to its cold marble end.

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Michael walks over to the rest of his team, the table leg relaxed but ready in his hand. He can see the others there, all in battle or ready for it. Their faces show the signs of their struggle against terror. Michael squints his eyes, he can't quite make out what they're fighting against...

Using his new-found courage to hopefully boost the morale of the others, he speaks to them, his voiced raised and carrying a rallying tone: "I'm here, let's deal with this..."

"This...", this 'what'? Even the look on the Sergeants face was enough to scare me badly, what could it be? Maybe I just overreacted, maybe it isn't that bad, it's probably jus-

The thought ends there, as Michael sees the monstrosity for the first time. It hits all of his sense at the same time: the stench of decay, the gnashing sound of half-gone teeth chewing human flesh, the sight of the blood running from its mouth, a chunk of flesh falling out of its half-rotten mouth, hitting the clean marble floor with a hideous sound.
As Michael instantly becomes aware of what the creature must be, his mouth falls opens and his breathing stops for an instant.

The private raggedly draws breath through his open mouth, trying to swallow, but failing to. He tries to close his eyes, to will away the horror before him, but the control of his body has left him.

His eyes remain fixed on the creature, staring, as his ears vaguely register the sound of wood falling on marble, the table leg hanging limply in Michael's hand.

From the distance, far away, there came a sound, a message that gets through to Michael's ears. "Thank you...", words spoken by a voice full of scars, a voice of sorrow. The voice he recognizes, it belongs to a blonde girl, a child only, whom he had protected once, a girl that he had comforted in grief.

And still, before his eyes, there is this abomination of life, this walking corpse, the sight of which is keeping Michael entranced. As sunglasses to shield from the sun, Michael summons before his eyes the picture of the girl's face, her gray eyes below blonde hair, her tears falling on the picture of her sister, a picture which she is slowly caressing.

Michael closes his eyes, the image still firmly in mind. He takes a short shaky step towards the moving corpse, dragging the make-shift club behind him. He closes his mouth and inhales deeply, summoning courage and strength for another step. The pugnant stench of death hits him, nearly overwhelmes him again. The image before Michael's eyes wavers, but holds. He takes another step, and another.

Dear Lord, please grant me strength and courage.

Michael straightens, brings up his club before him and opens his eyes...