LA Prison ((RP))

[Bionic Pikachu]

This is where some survivers are staying and are in search for help. Tunnels underground are how they leave, but somtimes the zombies may enter. It used to be a high security prison but let all its prisoners out when the outbreak happened. Now is a safe house.  

[Bionic Pikachu]

Matt Sat on the roof of the safehouse prison. This was one, if not the largest, safehouse for survivors in the US. Matt had been seperated from Wesker and the rest of the Umbrella Corp, on it's last mission. Now he was stranded here untill he could get out and back to one of the underground Hives.
He took another puff off of his cigarette before dropping it over the edge of the prison roof. Into the sea of undead zombies, struggling endlessly to get in the prison. "What a world." Matt sighed and leaned back against a barrel that had been discarted on the prison roof. His eyes traced the outline of Arcadia, the ship suposably used for protecting survivors.
Well, atleast that's what everyone else thought. It, itself was another base for Umbrella, to hold survivors for testing when its needed. That was his ticket away from this prison. Matt listened as the other survivors talked, as their voices echoed throughout the prison. He tried to keep a low cover, unless he'd be locked in one of the cells where prisoners used to be, or survivors who they considered dangerous.

Sarah sat on the cold hard bench of a cell. She was used to the components of prison. She'd been in jail before. But usually because she was falsly accused. But now, anyone who knew who she was, or seen how she acted, thought of her as dangerous.
Though the infection was strong in her blood, the thick metal bars where hard to break through and she gave up after a while. Of coarse she was kept alone. They feared because of her infection she couldn't be trusted and, incase of mutation, must be kept alone where they had the advantage.
Moans of the flesh eaters outside also echoed through the prison walls, She had heard them all before, but to anyone, this got creepy at nighttime. Her red, infected eyes scanned the skylight that gave her light in her cell. Sarah got up and went to the bars and sat down, crissed crossed, or as her elementary school teacher called it; Crissed crossed apple sause. She leaned against the cold bars that made her skin shiver and held her arms through the bars, her elbows propped up on her arms for support.
Sarah began to sing a soft song. One she'd written in her solitude when she couldn't sleep. It was about the world, how it was once nice and beautiful, untill it ended of coarse.

 

[Sumimachine]

Egon Rapier

Beads of cold sweat were dripping down Egon's face. He couldn't sleep anymore. He covered his mouth to muffle the cough, and felt his head spinning like crazy.
He was back in this s**t hole, again. He was a bit annoyed at himself at why he let himself get caught and thrown back here when he could've gotten the antidote back at the umbrella lab. God he was so close...
He immediately stopped, his thoughts diverting to something he heard. What it just him or was someone singing? He leaned and quieted himself. After moments passed he dismissed it as one of the pipes in the drainage system, then there it was, echoing and breaking the silence of the prison. It was... hauntingly beautiful. He closed his eyes and sighed. He wasn't alone.

Do you know what's worth fighting for...
When it's not worth dying for...

 

[Bionic Pikachu]

Matt sighed and stood up, his silver hair glisining in the breeze. For a moment or two, his eyes searched the sea of undead that lay below him. For nothing in perticular, any familiar faces maybe. He didn't know for sure.
He started back to the main room where most of the survivors, talked, cooked, and other things. There was a group of survivors here, actually quite large. Matt sat alone on a small prison table as he watched and listened to what the others were saying, doing, and talking about.
One woman was crying over a lost baby, while some men were trying to find out which weapons were best to leave for Arcadia or to get to the other safe-houses without dieing.

Sarah continued her song untill she had gotten bored. Her head leaned against the bars that locked her in. It wasn't her fault she was infected. It was stupid Wesker's, and stupid Umbrella's.
She looked around the silent prison shadows. Hearing the echoes of the flesh-eaters claw at the large metal gates outside the prison. They wouldn't get in of course, but they tried and tried. And then Sarah thought she could try again at getting out of her cell. She couldn't break it before, she might be able now. Though they stripped her of all her weapons, one remained.
Her infection.
Sarah stood up and grasped the bars by the lock she started to pull it sideways like they would to open, or close her in. But it wouldn't budge. The keys were somwhere, most likely with a survivor. "Come on, let me out!" she groaned, her voice might echo to the survivors on the next floor, but she couldn't be sure.
She started to pace in her cell. She could only take solitude for so long. She banged her fist on the bars once. Acting out wouldn't get her free. "If only they left me with any of my things...i could get out."Sarah said to herself as she sat down on the cold bench again. "God, why did they have to be so smart?!" she groaned. "I hope they don't use up all my ammo..." she muttered. She lay down on her back, on the bench. She tried to calm her nerves and rage, she started to sing her song again. Then stopped "Heh, now i know why the caged bird sings" she said to herself with a bit of a chuckle.

 

[Fabled Heartbreak]

`SALVATION`

Zandre walked through the crowd, watching as the survivors try to figure out their plans. He'd seen a group take Sarah off somewhere and raid her guns and ammo. "Well well well... That's a nice sword you have." A burly man almost twice Zandre's size said as he approached him. The S.T.A.R.S. agent watched as the man grabbed at his sword. "Don't touch it." Zandre said as he caught the man's hand, punching him in the chest. He watched as the man keeled over from the hit. "Try it again and see if I don't throw you outside." Zandre said as he walked away. Everyone else going out of their way to avoid him now.
He walked over to a table where Sarah's pistols and knives lay. He took them, her assault rifle and other large weapons already gone. He walked till he found the girl's cell and looked inside. "You look comfortable. They gave you a nice suite didn't they?" he asked in a usual sarcastic tone. He held up a belt with her remaining guns and knives in it. "You lost these."  

[R a M]

in the prisons main hall their was a little boy doing chin ups. his feet were crossed as his knees where bent behind him. he heard the sounds of the zombies out side and wondered if one of them were his mother. he stopped and thought about for a while as he hung their with his head down. he looked at the floor and remembered the nightmare he has every night of his father coming home and hugging his mom he seemed different in a way or maybe he didn't feel good. then as he turned his back his father attacked his mother and bit her trachea out and started eating her he ran for help. he ran for help and never stopped running. he shakes his head and snaps back to his hellish reality and pulls and flips off the bar. he reaches down and pulls up a bottle of water and starts drinking deeply as beads of sweat ran down his forehead. he stopped to catch his breath in the cool converted training room and wiped the sweat from his brow as he say down on a weight bench and began to rest. lasean wondered if he would survive all this and heard voices in the hall he ran and hid in a random dark cell.  

[reality is too cruel]

Kurama was sitting in the cell he lived in now. It was cold, and mold grew in one of the corners, but it's where he had to live for now, until he could find a way to destroy the Umbrella organization who's first altered his genes before getting him infected. His .40 caliber gun sat at his side with only one bullet in in and his double bladed whip he kept coiled up beside him. He never used them, at least not here. He had trouble telling survivor from Umbrella or if there were Umbrella here. Even so, they'd only let him have one bullet in his gun.

Kurama lay on the cold bed in the cell, as he could hear the sound of the zombies outside, the sound of water dripping and could smell the disgusting smell of the mold.  

[Bionic Pikachu]

Sarah looked up at Zandre, a small smile came across her face and she sat up. She stood and went to the bars, her hands grasping lightly on them. "Yeah, apperently they don't take the infected lightly."She says and looks at some of her weapons. "Oh good...wait where are the rest of them?" she asked then stopped, they had taken them.
"Nevermind..." she said to herself. "Hey mind getting me out of here? Or atleast give me somthing to shoot the lock off." Sarah pleaded. She was happy to atleast see one familiar face, who wasn't trying to kill her.
Sarah stuck her hands through the bars wanting him to give her stuff back. "Please?" she asked, and her eyes looked into his, she was suprised they didn't lock him up in here like her for his infection. But she guessed her's was more visable, and noticable. Her blood red eyes, with signs of decay and her blood veins were very visable. Also she was very strong and had...well ALOT of weapons, no wonder she was considered a threat. But wasn't strong enough to fight back against a bunch of muscly guys with guns also. If she killed them she'd be in more trouble.

 

[Sumimachine]

Egon Rapier

Egon was dozing off to sleep, but immediately jolted awake. Must not sleep... he muttered under his breath. He felt his body fighting so hard against the infection, and he wouldn't want to give up now. The song he heard awhile ago ceased, and it was changed into cries of frustration. He really wished there was peace and quiet around here, but even if the prison would not make a sound at that moment, the moans from the zombies outside would be enough to give headaches.
Gimme a break... he groaned irritably, massaging his temple. From the corner of his eye he saw people passed by his cell, and went to the next cell. Probably visitors, which he didn't ever have since the day he got back here.

Do you know what's worth fighting for...
When it's not worth dying for...

 

[Fabled Heartbreak]

`SALVATION`

Zandre smiled at her desperation. "That's pretty sad. You know that?" He tossed her guns and knives into her cell. "I'll get the lock. It's also remote controlled. That means there should be a control panel somewhere. Save the ammo you have." He went off down the stairs to where the controls were, only to stop in his tracks. Ahead of him was a Licker B. "Son of a b***h..." he muttered under his breathe. He noticed about 20 corpses around the creature. It had obviously taken the poor souls by surprise. He drew his sword as the creature lashed his tongue out at him, cutting it off. He ran as fast as possible and leapt over the creature, taking a small swipe to his side. "Damn." he said as he kept going, reaching the booth and hitting the 'all open' for the cells. He turned and sheathed his sword, pulling out his .357 magnums. "Now your dead."  

[reality is too cruel]

Kurama heard as the lock on his cell opened itself along with others. It was a sharp metal sound screeching over rust, most unpleasant. At least it was over quickly even if the echo hadn't left him quite yet.

He sat up on his cot, resting one leg on it out in front of him and the other dangling to the side. Kurama tried to focus on a more calming peaceful sound, like the dripping water, but as he tried to focus his attention just on that one sound, the other sounds around him became even clearer...and the smell of the mold became stronger. So he had to quit. By now the ringing from the locks unlatching had stopped at least. He continued to rest on the cot, his back leaning against the cold hard wall.  

[Sumimachine]

Egon Rapier

What the... Egon muttered, as he heard the simultaneous unlocking clicks and the scuttle of the other prisoners. He slowly stood up and went to the door. Cautiously he pushed it away, and was surprised to see it open wide.
Is this some kind of joke, some kind of test? He had no idea. But he took the chance anyway. The sooner he gets out, the closer he is at finding the cure...

Do you know what's worth fighting for...
When it's not worth dying for...

 

[Bionic Pikachu]

"Yeah well i hate being locked up, whats so wrong about that?" She responded and turned to get what weapons of hers he had brought her. She put them in their usual places, on her back, waist, and even a knife in a garter on her leg.
Sarah was relieved to hear the door open. She pushed the rest of it open. She stretched and checked if her guns were loaded. Luckly most of them were, she smiled inside, they would have used them anyway so they didn't have a reason to unload them.
She cocked her gun and stepped outside. "Now i have some serious butt to kick, for those guys locking me in here." she says to herself and starts to walk but hears noise.Oh crap!
she thought as she heard the moans and souds of a Licker. She started to run, her gun held close to her chest ready for easy use. She stopped dead in her tracks as she saw the licker.
A smirk peirced her lips as she pointed her gun at the back of the head of the licker. She fired and the gun shot ran through her ears and it echoed throughout the prison walls. It was louder than she'd thought it would be but it didn't matter.

 

[Fabled Heartbreak]

`SALVATION`

Zandre yelled out in pain when Sarah missed and the bullet went into his leg. "God dammit Sarah!" The creature had jumped to the side when the gun was fired. He aimed his .357 magnums at the Licker B as it focused on her, unloading the guns. The Umbrella experiment fell dead and Zandre walked over to her. "You shot me."

[lol]  

[Bionic Pikachu]

Sarah ran over to him "s**t! sorry!" she says, and looks down at the wound "Well can you heal like i can? Or do you need first aid after we get the bullet out" she asked and put her gun at her waist.
She glanced around at the dead that the Licker had killed. "If us infected weren't locked up we could have helped and they could have lived." she says to herself and spots one of the dead with one of her extra guns She smirked slightly and picked it up, it was bloody, but she was used to blood.
She looked bakc at Zandre, to her one shot wasn't so much of a big deal but it hurt like hell. "Here let me help" she says and feels her pockets. She pulls out a small wad of gauze, it was extra if she, or extra survivors got hurt and needed it. It was all she had left for now but it was needed. "I'll bandage it up if you want or you can do it, but you need to get the bullet out of your leg."