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

1st Floor – Front Entrance
Clairemont Mansion

"More matches and liquor." Maria whispers to Anders. "Let's get see how Isaac and Michael are doing and get back."

Maria hops out of the sticky chair, remembering where she usually hid some of her stuff in her own car. Before totally leaving the car she feels behind the blinders at both the passenger as well as the drivers position.

"Goldstein, you almost done?"

1st Floor – Front Entrance
Clairemont Mansion

"Ah, damnit.", Michael mutters as his candle is blown out.

Festy_Dog said:

"Thanks for the light anyway, Michael is it?" he says.

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"Yes, sir, Michael Smith. I'll get some fire from the Sergeant, we'll probably find more with a light. You didn't happen to have a toolbox or first aid kit in the car, did you? -Wait a second, I'll just go light the candle first..."

Michael quickly walks over to the front of the car, to light his candle on the Sergeant's. He tucks the table leg under his arm, so that he has one free hand to shield the flame from the cold wind.

"Sir, do we have time to check if the car is still in working order? I don't know if the keys are present, but if the car hasn't been tampered with, I could probably start it without them."

Clairemont Mansion

1st Floor – Front Entrance Steps

Isaac Goldstein

Your fingers reach around the familiar cover and pull at it, knocking a couple of things that were in the trunk but of which you couldn't see over to one side. In the process you bang you fingers against the top of the trunk and the curse you utter echoes into the quiet night and seems to startle everyone around you.

Now the cover is in your hands, but there isn't enough light to see anything at all in the trunk. You can barely make out the car outline from whatever faint light the house is throwing off plus Sergeant Carlson's candle.

Maria Moreno

Nothing further that you could see at this moment and nothing behind the car blinders other than a half a pack of Marlboro cigarettes. Out of the corner of your eye you catch movement behind the windshield, but you can't make it out. Was it just a branch blowing? Or more than that?

Michael Smith

Just as you reach Carlson, his flame goes out, plunging all four of you into darkness. Your words echo but the only answer that greets you is the howling which now sounds even closer than before.

1st Floor – Front Entrance
Clairemont Mansion

"This is a load of s," Isaac mutters to noone in particular, still trying to fish for his gun in the trunk.

A howl permeates the air and he seems to shrink into the boot a little.

What now!? Wolves? Wild dogs? Zombie dogs? Or maybe zombie dogs who shoot zombie bees from their mouths when they bark... hehe, that was a good episode... wait, that sounded pretty close, better hurry up... stupid dogs.

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1st Floor – Entrance Hall

Jacqueline almost literally jumped out of her shoes, she was moving so fast away from it. It, of course, being the mass of flesh that had just slammed into the ground before her with a wet smack. Dark eyes went wide as the thought of that flesh belonging to another human being flashed through her head, and it was all she could do to not swoon and hurl again. The smell! Oh God, the smell!

"Did you just see that?" she asked as she moved to the side of the female grunt who stood by the outside entrance. "I... I think there's another one of those... things upstairs. And I think it got to someone!" She pointed a shaking finger at the hunk of still-quivering meat, lying in the crimson pool.

Jac threw her hands to her temples and shook her head, throwing her silky black hair in every which way. She looked longingly for the front door, ready to bolt through it if something descended the stairs. On the other hand, she didn't like leaving a job unfinished. She wasn't a quitter, and this smacked of quitting. No matter if the task was fubared before it even began. Not to mention that outside didn't really look much better, with everything pitch dark, the others mere shadows in her vision. What the hell was she going to do? Come on, Jac! Get it together! You're better than this!

1st Floor – Front Entrance
Clairemont Mansion

What I wouldn't give for my freaking nightvision goggles, Anders thought as the light from his candle blew out. And why the heck isn't the dome light on? Let me guess, dead battery? If it is there goes any of chance getting people out of here - tonight at least.

"There's better things to be doing in the back of the car with the lights out than searching for some usable gear," Anders said, trying to lighten the mood for himself and his team.

Anders cradled the table leg under his arm and removed the matches from his pocket to light his and Michael's candle. "Hold steady Smith, and will have light for everyone in a second. Moreno, nothing in the glovebox? Like a flashlight, or an AK-47?"

1st Floor – Front Entrance
Clairemont Mansion

"Erm, yes Sir".

Michael positions himself so his back is turned to where the wind is blowing from. The cold wind cuts through his shirt easily, causing him to shiver.

Hm, I guess I'd rather shiver from this cold than from what just happened inside. Ugly, fighting against visions and half-gone memories. This cold, I can take, at least. I guess it's gotten to the Sergeant too, seeing as how cheery he's trying to be.

Carlson's mention of a Kalashnikov, folded inside the small glovebox in the old car is too absurb for Michael, given the circumstances. A small smile seems to break through on his face, but a particular nasty gust of freezing wind cuts that short, causing the smile to turn to a grimace.
The private grits his teeth against the cold, and bends his back a bit, hunching over the candle. He also uses his free arm to shield it from the wind as best as he can.

Well, fingers crossed - hope this works...

Clairemont Mansion
1st Floor – Entrance Hall

Patel, on her way to the jug that Moreno had set down, stops to regard the spreading pool of gore. She snaps her head up, seeking its source, but continues in her walk with a bit more haste. If someone doesn't get a damn torch lit soon, they're going to be all out of light and the situation will only get worse.

Clairemont Mansion

1st Floor – Front Entrance Steps

Isaac Goldstein

Finally your hands close around the familiar barrel of your sawed off shotgun, specially made and your favorite weapon of choice. As you lift it out of the trunk, you jar a box of shotgun shells - from the sound if it, maybe about 6 shells in the box.

Michael Smith

You return to Issac's side and see the beautiful rifle he's got in his hands, something that makes you feel somewhat relief. Your candle lights up more of the trunk and you can see a box of shotgun shells where there normally is a tire. And something that's even more heartening...a first aid kit.

Amisha, Yuri, Jacqueline

Standing by the door, each of you wrapped up in your own thoughts, your own conversations...that is until the howling
echoes with a proximity that makes your head turn abruptly into the darkness. Eyes peer into the darkness, trying to see what did not want to be seen...but you feel movement out there...something is there...something too close for comfort.

Maria Moreno

Paralyzed by horror, what you had thought were shadows becomes more clear to you even as your hand touches the glove compartment. Red eyes glow and soon you see something that you suddenly wished you hadn't. Memories surfaced - of those sharp teeth, of that awful breath - you've seen it before but you don't know when...only that it flames a fear within you.

1st Floor – Front Entrance
Clairemont Mansion

Isaac just about cradles the weapon in his arms.

My precioussss... hehe... ooh s what was that?

"We've got everything we came for people, lets vacate," Isaac says hurriedly and pockets his shotgun shells as he hustles back towards the building.

While moving he makes sure his weapon is loaded, marvelling at the engravings up along the handle and barrel.

If I ever thought this weapon wasn't worth the price I paid I'm certain its paid for itself now.