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

[Gurdjieff]

1st Floor – Front Entrance Steps
Clairemont Mansion


The smell of acid penetrates Maria's nose, it's more overwhelming than the stench of decay which originally came with the dogs. The dog she just smashed full on it's back was crippled, but withstood it. Any normal dog would have a totally crushed spine, this one didn't fall. It didn't howl, nor bark.

Maria notices her hands getting dry again. For some reason she's getting used to these... things. The scare is gone, they're just... ugly and mean, and probably pretty deadly, but seeing how 2 of the dogs are already disposed of, she feels more certain again. The wounds on her allies still give her the creeps though;

Wow... the wounds are all red and looking very irritated, maybe even infected, and that all in matter of seconds since the bite. Maybe those creatures have some kind of rabies? Whatever it is, it can't be good. I'll let Yuri examine it when we are done with these...

Maria pulls up her bat, smashes on the living dog near her, softly biting her lip.

...things.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Clairemont Mansion

1st Floor – Front Entrance Steps


Yuri Borzakovsky

The table leg whistles through the air, barely brushing the dog's ears...or rather what was left of the ears. It continues to growl and latch onto the terrified raven-haired woman.

Amisha and Mike

With satisfaction you feel the dog get crushed under your attack, things snapping in all kinds of places...but amazingly it still manages to move...to twitch under your assault.

Michael Smith

Your smack the dog resoundingly in the neck with a crunch that makes it twitch one last time before growing silent. The jaws slack on the woman's arm.

Isaac Goldstein

The sound of the shotgun echoes in your ear and you watch with infinite satisfaction as the dog's gut explodes to spew crimson against the raven-haired woman.

Anders Carslon

Your wound burns just as you turn to see what you can do the help Jacqueline who has fallen against the door and looks stunned even as the dead canine falls down onto the ground.

Everything is quiet once again except for your own breathing and your own terror.

 

[The Forsaken One]

The cold nightly wind dances between the trees and snatches all sound for a moment as it carries them away into the depths of the night. With the passing of the gust of wind a disturbing sound reaches all of your ears. A slow clicking... stepping sound, eerily similar to boney dog paws on cold marble or a paved driveway.

Obscured by the treacherous night wind the sound dartles around you all before the wind dies down for a second again and the sound immediatly sounds strangely close to you...

It comes from inside.

And while that sinks down into the minds of those outside they are quickly snapped out of the moment by an unwanted familiar voice.

"Night never was so black."

There in the front door stands the blonde girl, her long blond hair dancing on the nightly wind and almost seeming to take on a strange twisting and alien life of its own. Beneath it the girls eyes are hidden in shadow and all that shows is a smile forming in the light that shines on the lower half of her pretty face.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Clairemont Mansion
1st Floor – Front Entrance Steps

"Ma'am," Isaac greets Amelia with when she speaks up.

He breaks open his gun, replacing the single shell he used.

Three in my pocket, two in the gun.

He winces again as the wound burns, and after snapping shut the shotgun again takes a closer look at his injury.

"Anyone else get this burning sensation after bein' bitten?" he asks, using his limited medical knowledge.

 

[Keia]

Clairemont Mansion
1st Floor – Front Entrance Steps

"Yeah, we should definitely get these bites washed out. Borzakovsky, time to work your magic. You be the judge on who to start on first. Smith, you get that first aid kit? In fact, did everyone get everything from the car?" Anders asked.

He looked at his team, pride showing in his face. They had done well against an otherworldly foe that they had never faced before and not only held up but triumphed.

"Let's move everything inside for the moment and get out of this freaking chill, people," Ander said.

"Night never was so black."

The tone of voice surprised him as well as the source. Yup, she's lost her grip. I better have someone keep an eye on her - she's a risk. Anders thought as he ushered the rest inside.

 

[The Forsaken One]

"Isaac, get inside and let me take a look at that. Looks nasty but just let me see what I can do about it."

And with those words she gestures with her hand for Isaac to follow her inside and she disappears into the dark entrance hall.

 

[Velenne]

Clairemont Mansion
1st Floor – Front Entrance Steps

Amisha roars at the stilled dog and gives it one final kick to the skull for good measure. A combination of all the things going wrong and the intense burning in her arm have done nothing for her dour mood. She still manages a crisp (and hopefully sincere-sounding) "Thanks Mike" as she wipes off her bloodied, wrapped club and heads toward the cleaning supplies Moreno took out of the closet a few minutes ealier.

This time, nothing will dissuade her course. If they don't get a damn fire now, they never will. She pops open the bottle, dips her tableleg into the nozzle's mouth, and searches around for a fire source.

 

[mistergone]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Yuri stands still for a moment, breathing harder than he should. The club trembles slighty in his hand. The last shotgun blast still echoes in his ears.

"Night never was so black."

Okay crazy lady... whatever. Geez... she's lost it. I don't blame her.

"Yeah, we should definitely get these bites washed out. Borzakovsky, time to work your magic. You be the judge on who to start on first. Smith, you get that first aid kit? In fact, did everyone get everything from the car?"
"Let's move everything inside for the moment and get out of this freaking chill, people."

"Absolutely. Aye, Sarge." Yuri moves back into the entrance hall and looks around.

"Allright people, line up! Let's get everyone checked out, double time. What was that about a first aid kit?"

He flashes a smile, but it's a weak one. He looks down at his hand slightly trembling, and just drops the makeshift club onto the tile floor, raising the hand to his face.

Again... unhurt... alive... again... Why?

He blinks and begins to study the people around him, trying to assess their wounds, looking to see who is the most blood-soaked.

 

[Fanog]

1st Floor – Front Entrance Steps
Clairemont Mansion

"Yes, Sir. I got the med kit, I'll work with the Corporal."

Michael hurries back inside, glad to be away from the dog-like creature he just defeated. He can still feel the bones in its neck breaking under his elbow. He shakes his arm out, just to get rid of the feeling. Now that the combat is over, the feeling in his arm plays up again. Michael walks over to the Corporal, ready to aid him in seeing to the wounded. On his way over, he throw Amisha an encouraging smile.

I'll talk to her later, but we first have to deal with cleaning up. This bite hurts.

"Corporal Sir, the first aid kit is here in the hall, somewhere in the center. I dropped it there along with a candle, when I got in. I'll give you a hand in seeing to cleaning these wounds. They really sting, and I think some haste is in order."

 

[loxmyth]

1st Floor – Front Entrance Steps
Clairemont Mansion

Jacqueline glanced at her bleeding forearm and winced. Crimson blood seeped out of a ring of jagged puncture marks, and the whole wound seemed raw and discoloured. Between that bite and the first one, I'm looking like a damned chew toy. And it hurt like hell. This was definitely not her idea of a perfect job. No where near it. It made her wonder, though: how much had her employers known about this place and it's "defenses"? They must have had some intel on this place, and they had neglected to share it with her.

Then again, she probably wouldn't have believed it. Hell, only the corpse of an animal that should've been long dead, sprawled out there before her, made her believe it now.

"Okay, Jac," she murmurred to herself, trying to focus her thoughts to that razor's edge she had honed so painstakingly over the years, "time to take control of this situation, before the situation takes control of you." The cold determination in her soft voice relaxed her somewhat. It had been a bumpy start, but she'd get through this. She'd get a handle on the situation and not only survive, but triumphed. Because that was what Jacqueline Nguyen did; triumphed.

Finished with and emboldened by her mental pep-talk, she began to move with renewed purpose. She went to check for a jagged piece of marble to use as a weapon - she wasn't going to be caught unprepared again. Once done with that, she began to close the doors.