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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 7:55 pm
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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.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 11:30 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 4:34 pm
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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.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 4:47 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 5:44 pm
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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.
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 6:58 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 3:42 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 5:35 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 5:58 pm
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