RPG Resident Evil: Colossus

[Yoda]

[I]Craig was beginning to get tired. He had no chronological instrument with him, either on his person or in the brig with him, but he guessed that his last three "water stops" had been missed. He was beginning to get very dehidrated and weak, almost to the point of collapse. Worse still, he was handcuffed by his right arm to a horizontal bar on the wall, and so was forced to stand, unless he fancied ripping his arm off. Even though he was handcuffed, and had a wall to rest against, he was beginnig to sway on his feet. He decided to try and get someone's attention.[/I]

[B]Craig:[/B] I need water! I know someone's out there, I ne--

[I]Craig was suddenly thrown wildly off balance as the entire ship jolted forward, as if it had collided with something. He hit the wall hard with his lower back, winding him quite badly. He fell to his knees, clutching his side, and breathing hard. His breath came in short stabs for a little while, but soon began to return to normal, and his heart rate slowed somewhat. It was then he realised, the bar chaining him to the wall had snapped, and he had been cut loose. He still had the handcuffs attatched to his right arm though... but that wasn't a problem. He staggered slowly over to the door, loosing his balance towards the end and literally falling into it, shoulder first. He was incredibly weak at the moment.

He was amazed suddenly to see that the door had budged open a few inches... it wasn't even locked. He pushed against it once more, it wasn't locked, but something was pressed against it, as he was struggling greatly to move it even at all. He pressed his left shoulder against it, and braced his right hand infront of his face, and... with all his remaining strength, began to push frantically. Inch by inch, centimetre by centimetre, the door slid open. As soon as it had opened enough, he slid through the gap, and saw what was blocking it.

The body of the guard lay there, completely still. The face was staring straight up, and the sight of it would have turned a lesser man intensely sick. The eyeballs were completely white and dilate, the face was grey and rotting, withered and thin, almost like paper. The teeth, some missing, others crawling with disease, formed a freakish smile that would send chills down the spine of any man. This man, he looked the same as those scientists did when they tried to eat him! Something terrible had happened here... something demonic.

As with all lower deck guards, the man only had a standard issue army pistol. It was in a holster at his side. Cautiously, Craig reached down and grabbed the gun, half expecting the figure to come to life! Craig assured himself that he was being stupid, and checked the ammunition in the clip... it was full. He had two more clips clipped to his belt. Craig, again cautiously, took them both and put them in his back pocket. He looked down at the lifeless corpse.[/I]

[B]Craig:[/B] I'd hate to be you right now... thanks for the gun though.

[I]Craig turned as he tucked the gun into the back of his jeans, and began to walk off. He had walked only a few paces when he heard something, it soudned like squirming, wretching maggots... and it was coming from behind him. He turned, and saw that the corpse was slowly rising to it's feet. At was so slothful anyone could have run from it, but Craig was frozen in place! As it pressed it's wrist down on the floor to push himself up, there was a loud snap as his forearm buckled. However, this didn't hinder the creature, and it continued rising. It got to its feet, and let out a low moan, as it began advancing upon Craig.

Instinctively Craig grabbed his gun from his jeans and pointed it at the creature... this zombie. He fired, hittind the thing in the left side of the neck. His left shoulder was knocked backwards, but then he quickly continued his advance. Craig fired again, and again, hitting him twice in the chest. Twice it reacted, but then continued it's pursuit.[/I]

[B]Craig:[/B] Ah screw this...

[I]Craig aimed at the creatures head, and began firing it concessive bursts. Each shot was perfect, striking the creature in it's brain cavity. It took five shots, and the creature finally fell, collapsing first to it's knees, and then finally falling limply on its stomach. Craig let out a long puff as he stuffed the pistol back into his jeans... he felt suddenly as if he was in a nightmare, a nightmare from which he could not wake![/I]

[Andrew]

[I]A loud bang and a slight shudder woke Andrew from his short but deep slumber. The Captain sat across from him on the opposite side of the chopper; He was saying something but the spinning blades that sat atop the chopper shrouded his voice. Andrew pulled closer to him and listened carefully.[/I]

[B]Captain Akira:[/B] The ship is in Range, we drop in 3 minutes.

[B]Andrew:[/B] Yes Sir.

[I]Andrew sat back and took out his handgun. It was a little dusty, it had been with him for a while. He released the clip and flicked it through his fingers and then firmly slapped it back into the gun. He then twirled the gun around on his finger and placed it back into its holster.

The chopper began to descend; Andrew could feel it tipping slightly. The other five marines including the Captain readied themselves and headed towards the door. The chopper hummed as it touched down on the ship?s deck and each Marine jumped out and awaited the captain?s orders. The chopper slowly ascended back into the sky and headed back in the direction it came from to refuel. Akira led the way onto the ship?s main stairwell each man following in rank order. What none of them seemed to realise was that they probably wouldn?t be coming back up.[/I]