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

Jac squirms more so than ever to get out of the grasp of the dead body, "Help me!"

She tries to reach out to the aiding hand of the military man, thinking about how much she wishes she could just pound a hammer through this monsters skull. She counts on her mental fingers just how many more seconds of this she can take, and she thinks painfully about her duty that needs to be performed. She reaches out still, thinking heavily of the embarrassment any verbal assault on her would cause.

She doesn't want to deal with the verbal opinions of these people, believing herself to be free of persecution, so that she cannot be stopped. She wishes this had never happened, wishes that she hadn't found out what was in this room, and yet, still wishes to move on, to find her target, and to bring about the completion of her mission so that she is free to do what She Wants.

1st Floor – Utility Closet off Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Gathering his strength and relying on years of experience and training, Anders attempted to pull the woman away from that creature. In this smaller room, the smell and revulsion was even stronger if that was possible. Just don't breath, and you don't have to smell the disgusting over-ripe dead. Yeah, like that's gonna happen Anders thought.

"Get ready people, I'm coming out. That thing should be on my tail," Anders called out into the hall as he attempted to pull the woman free.

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Isaac stands uselessly, not quite aware of whats on around him, feeling somewhat overwhelmed. He finds a chair and sits down, studying the marble floor beneath him and trying to ignore the sunds of battle.

Whats happening?

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Yuri briefly considers the fact that he is totally unarmed, and begins to back up to give Carlson room.

Clairemont Mansion

1st Floor – Entrance Hall

Isaac Goldstein

Your hands flounder but there's nothing for you to sit upon other than the cold hard marble floor or the smooth wood of the stairs. Again the image assaults you, mixing in with memories you fought so hard to forget, to dismiss so long ago.

Maria Moreno

Just the sheer horror of the moment is enough to make you want to step back, at least to breathe, even if that breath was mixed with the smell of decaying flesh, of old and fresh blood.

Amelia Brogart

Though lost in your own thoughts, the reality begins to seep in. The reality that something terrible is happening by the door. The reality that you are all alone in a dark corner where shadows lengthen and menace in the slowly dimming candlelight.

Jac Nguyen, Anders Carlson

Simultaneously, almost in a dance, the cold bite and putrid smell comes close to your faces just as you both find yourselves released from the prison of rotting flesh. Relief, a sudden panic to run, all wash over you as you both tumble backwards, propelled by strong legs to a safe distance. A distance where you both can stare at the creature that now snarled in anger at the loss of its prey.

Amisha Patel, Mike Smith

The smell hit you first, slamming your gut with a wrenching feeling that you could barely control. Sure you had seen death. Sure you had visited it upon others, but only at a distance. Now you stood there within the grasping distance of something that defied everything you believed in.

Yuri Borzakovsky

No weapon...nothing. You watch as your teammates close in on the...thing...the abomination. It can't be true...it can't.

But it is.

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

The thing is still there when Michael opens his eyes, and his sight is immediately drawn to the creature, its rotten flesh and half-gone face. He just cannnot look away, mesmerised by the hideous creature.

Michael walks up to Amisha, standing right next to her, the table leg nervously bobbing from his one hand to the other. He's hoping that her presence will steady him, and that he can aid her if possible. He shoots her a questioning look, seeming to ask if she is doing okay...

His eyes though, never lose track of the walking corpse, following its every movement. The tension in Michael's body increases, and his grip on the table leg stiffens, ready to bring the club down on the creature at the first sight of action.

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Anders spared a momentary glance at the woman haunting his dreams then turned to the creature that haunting his reality. Anders' desire to end this creatures unnatural existence had risen from many levels not the least of which is attacking the woman. His need to establish control and find out what the heck was going on here also factored in somewhere.

Still unwilling to strike the creature with his bare hand, Anders firmed his grip on the table leg and barked some orders, "Yuri, keep that light close. Moreno, Patel - you've got its flanks. Smith keep your eyes open on any other threats - you're my reserve."

Clairemont Mansion

1st Floor – Entrance Hall

Jac Nguyen

Your feet seem to make a shuffling noise as you scuttle backwards away from the horror in front of you. You brush past one of the soliders on your way backwards, but you don't know who, your eyes riveted in fear on the creature emerging from the darkened room.

Anders Carlson

The smell momentarily stunned you and your surrounding teammates, just as you feel sharp fingernails digging into your chest but the creature misses its grab. In fear, you swing the table leg violently, hearing it smack into the creature with a sickening thud. Yet you cannot believe your eyes...it still moved toward you, staring at you with one eye. That was enough to make you nearly lose your grip on your weapon.

Amisha Patel

Its real...its real...but it can't be! Your arm swings into the thing, a blow that would knock any man to his knees...any living man, but this thing...is not a man...and still stood with hungry eyes toward Anders...your sergeant with smudges of the dark-haired woman's blood on his chest.

Michael Smith

The words "Medic" echo from your lips, but you quickly turn your attention to the monstronsity that has stepped out into the light. Your makeshift weapon thuds in time with the others, and yet nothing....the creature stands, flesh dripping, fresh blood on its lips.

Isaac, Maria, Amelia, Yuri

The rest of you stand there in shock, staring at the thing...the impossible abomination...frozen...unable to act in these precious seconds.

I can't do anything... but can I?... I can only try.

Isaac picks himself up and goes to pick up a candlestick holder, should one be nearby, then heads towards the creature.

I'll stop it, I'll make it leave, it'll leave and become fiction like it always was, good... good... knees first.

He swings the weapon at either of the zombie's knees, he swings it as hard as he can, but considering the stench and sight the blow doesn't possess as much force as he'd like it to.

Clairemont Mansion
1st Floor – Entrance Hall

Yuri wavers... without a weapon, he's useless. He clenches his fist in a growing rage.

Gotta do something... something... How can that thing be so tough? Unbelieveable... must be a way to put it down... Is it even alive? It can't be... not anymore... some kind of zombie... isn't it?

The asian woman brushes past him then, and he gets a closer look at the shoulder the monster was chewing on. The Sargeant yelling orders snaps him back to the fighting. Torn, Yuri looks around almost frantically.

Gotta do something... something...

Then, still holding the candle high over his head, he half-turns and edges back towards the strange wounded woman, and kneels next to her.

"I'm a medic, let me look at that shoulder." reaching out with his free hand, he pulls away part of the woman's torn clothing to expose the wound, and without thinking, lowers the candle to get a closer look at the damage.