More Than a Cold (Zombies pt. 1)

[Roxanne]

Good idea she didn't have a gun? Now why would that be? She pulled her face away from the glove department and sat back against the seat, her hands between her knees as she bounced a bit, her head tilting right to left and back again..still to a beat in her head apparently.

She then turned those crazed blues towards Draven, and just for a brief moment, they appeared totally sane even if the malicious grin she gave didn't seem that way. "Piss me off, and you'll find out quick.."

She winked, then went back to that bimbo blonde expression as she began to bop her head again, watching the traffic outside.

[Draven]

”I’ll have plenty of things wanting me dead soon enough, so lets not add you to that list eh blondie?”

If Draven had been in a different state of mind he may have taken that comment differently, but as it was he just let it roll off of him pulling off of the freeway he would take several quick turns before pulling into the parking lot of Izra’il’s research facilities and cutting off the engine. He would look over to the hitch hiker and give a slight shrug before climbing from the vehicle and grabbing his duffle bag of doom. Laying his duffle bag on the ground beside the rear of the vehicle he would pop the trunk and remove an AS50 Sniper Rifle And a box of Ammunition. Moving to the hood of the hummer Draven would lower the tripod on the weapon and take aim at the side of the building as he slipped a bullet into the chamber. Slipping into a firing position he would gaze through the scope at the wall of the facility as he flipped on the infrared option on the scope his heart would skip a beat. ”Oh fuck me” Within the facility he saw the countless fading heat signatures of the dead. This normally would not be an issue but those heat signatures were up and moving around, this confirmed two things for Draven, one Jack was right. Two It was all Iz’s fucking fault. Slipping the headset to his cell phone into his ear he would dial his brother before taking aim once more listening to the phone ring as he went about the tedious task of removing Zombie heads from Zombie bodies.

[Iz]

Iz and Jack Immediately left the observatory via the stairs on the opposite side of the room but beforehand Jack made it a priority to close off the entrance from their rear, last thing they wanted was to be surrounded...... At the bottom of the stairs Jack's phone began to ring and he looked noting that it was his brother he answered telling Iz to move on through the crowd to the armory, and he would supply cover fire from the room above.....

"You cant fire through that, its bulletproof...."

"Explosive-proof?"

Iz just shook his head and waved Jack up the stairs, as he was moving back up the stairs Jack replaced the phone in his pocket, but affixed an earpeice to his ear and hitting a button on the side, "Hello"

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Iz moved slowly down the stairs watching closely for zombies, and as soon as he neared the bottom of the stairs there they were, moving about eating random ligaments of other employees, He pulled free his two katanas and stalked out towards them, soon one noticed him and took off in a wobbly run at him throwing his body towards the vampire.... Iz easily lifted his blade and split the undead's head up the middle. Soon Iz was out in the crowd spinning his blades severing head after head of zombie foe, if one raised an arm to defend the katana tore straight through both parts of the undead creature..... this seemed to be an easy fight.... then Iz felt his katana stop its motion, and he looked up to see a 7 foot tall zombie with armor plating across most of his body, "Shit...."

[Draven]

"I'm here and from where i am sitting i would say you have quite an infestation on your hands.

The report of that .50cal Bmg with armor peircing rounds would echo over the phone line before he would take aim once more and shake his head slightly.

"What's the plan Jack? tell me we have a plan."

[Roxanne]

She would crawl out of the hummer..via the driver's door, and followed him, being nosey as usual, those crazed blues peering from around him as he got out his gun and what not. "Blondie? No no..my name is Roxanne." She nodded firmly, then as he was setting up, she began to move towards the doors, her head lowered just a bit, but her nose up and out as she began to sniff. Such strange smells coming from this place.

[Iz]

"Well as of now it seems im going to give Iz cover fire as he makes his way to the armory, while you give us both cover fire.... let me fill you in on the layout. We have a large..... massive ass facility, two story roof, but only one story of actual rooms, i am on an observatory at the west end, it is the only second story part of the entire facility. I am the only body heat signature in that area. Now below me, as i can see from this giant ass window there are 16 labs, eight on each side, like a gird, with hallways running in between all of the labs and one running right down the center, the Armory is at the north center point and all of the labs are seperated by plexiglass and divided once again from within by plexiglass seperating it into small rooms. Everything is visible from my point but all I have is my Mini-Hecate, which is only going to offer cover in the center hallways for Iz."
As he described the layout he placed a c4 charge on the large observatory windo seal on both ends, top and bottom.
"And right now im really fuckign hoping this place is structurally sound."
He ran back to the end of the room and took cover in a closet, pulling the triger the front half of the room blew off out towards the hallway barely short of where Iz was fighting.
"The only plan i got is cover him halfway, hope he can get a good armory and possibly lockdown the lab doors, so all we have to deal with is the hallways critters"

[Draven]

taking note of his brothers words he would move the sight until he saw his brothers heat signature and then scan the floor for Iz.
Well i can get penitration on the plexiglass with the 50 but i need you to keep me posted on Iz's location, I am using thermal and he has no body heat.

He would take aim on a large zombie seeing it was easily as tall as him or his brother and considering it a threat he would take aim before seeing Roxanne making her way towards the hordes of the dead with a curious look on his face Draven got the distinct impression that this was probably not a good thing, In fact it was most likely very far from a good thing. Firing on the zombie he was aiming at he would release the rifle and place a hand over the earpeice on his phone before calling after her.

"Roxanne, Maybe you should stay over here with me, If we get seperated i might not be able to take you too see your friend and softly to himself he would add."and you might get eaten to death"

[Roxanne]

She was almost to the doors, reaching out even to open it. Until she heard Draven..only then did her hand drop as she turned to face Draven, lower lip jutting out as she pouted. "But I thought we were gonna molest dead zombie things....I wanna play!"

Relucantly she moved away from the doors, letting her gaze glance back wistfull at them with an exaggerated sigh.

[Iz]

Iz was now surrounded and did not have time to focus on the giant zombie, so he didnt, he spun his blades around severing the head of a few more zombies before all hell went off around him. The wall from the observatory fell right in front of his face.... If he wasnt shocked enough as he turned his attention back the toehr way the Giant armored Zombie super soldier's head exploded.... "Well, wasnt that easy"
He returned to killing the smaller undead and moving towards the center of the facility, seeing zombies drop as he heard simultaneous fires from up and back. "Well at least he does his job well"

[Draven]

Well Roxanne was heading back his way, which was good, now he was free to go back to covering iz and looking through that scope he would see those zombies Jack was shooting at start hitting the floor and smile.

"Looks like it was structurally sound. I am centering my fire on yours."

Taking aim at those zombies still standing around Jack's fallen targets he would go about helping his brother rid the world of some Zombie scum.

[Jack Cross]

Stepping out as he heard the explosion Jack was glad to see that the floor remained in tact and therefore he quickly unpacked his Mini Hecate from its suitcase and loaded it with his custom 30 round mag filled with .338 rounds



"I got my gun up Iz is about 50 feet from the western most point, he should show no heat signature, so you could possibly see him as a grey spot among the depleteing zombie body heat."

[Draven]

He would do a quick visual sweep before noting what Jack Described.

"I got him.

Firing off a shot into a zombie close to Iz draven would continue speaking to his brother.

"I'm guessing you don't want me to shoot your boss huh?"

Taking aim on another Zombie he would fire again.

[The Crimson Agent]

::Back at his desk one of those charmingly handsome hero's who saved teh two drab drug lords he would read over the recent edition of the Daily Gunmen. His resident conspiracy theory newspaper. Reading over a few things here and there and Oh look. There was White and Crimson in the third page.::

Damn it. Got the front page in the New York times....

::But it was another entry in this monthly publication that caught his guard, pulling his feet off his desk as he grabbed a pair of glasses and another couple of sunflower seeds he would read over::

Rumored genetic testing somewhere in the fine state of New York has been confirmed however at this time this publication can not be sure if it is safe to release the whereabouts of said factory.

::He read aloud as he grumbled slightly and spit out the shells into the trash waiting for trusty ole Whitey to walk in::

[Agent White]

Stepping into the office White would gaze to his partner through the sunglasses he seemed to keep on.

"it appears one of our friends has been spotted firing a high powered rifle into a laboritory in Albany. I believe we should go have a look around"

without checking to see if Crimson was behind him White would pull on his coat and head for the door. That riff raff had been given a free pass and here they were in the middle of another big mess. Apparently they would never learn, unless of course they had someone teach them.

[The Crimson Agent]

Really?

::he would quirk a brow with a hint of mock suprise and stand grabbing his trench and slipping on his shades. Moving to stand beside White as they walked::

Read this one.

::he would slam the newspaper into his boys chest and press teh button for the elevator as he spit out another grouping of seeds. Offering a fresh handful to White::

Think there is any connection?