The Bright age (An action Horror RP) *Open/started.*

[Amzer]

Wolfe, unconvinced, looked back at her with a serious look in his eyes.
"This knife also belonged to my father, as did this rifle. And before you ask, he IS one of those things down there. Giving it away would shame him. Greatly. And the turret would most likely take out a majority of them. Besides, if you go straight for the head with your screwdriver, I have no doubt you'll breach their skull, and their brain. They should die if you do that." He held his rifle, aimed at the door, and looked saddened, when he looked away.

 

[spartan1077]

Bridget, knowing when she was beaten, took out the screwdriver and threw it off the building.
"And now it's you and your turret." she said before turning around and picking up her shirt.
Any last words?
"I hope you have fun" Bridget said before walking to the opposite edge and sitting down, watching Wolfe and waiting to see if a battle would take place.
If it does, jump.

 

[Amzer]

"Don't--If you're thinking about jumping when they come up here...Don't. That's a six story fall. You'll die." Wolfe said. He then thought for a moment. He lowered his rifle, freeing one hand. He then unsheathed the knife.
"If you want to use it just for this fight...I guess...I'll let you. So long as you fight, and give it back when it's over." He yelled back at her.
Trying to leave me for dead...Then commit suicide. Not the smartest of people...Or most trustworthy...
He then held the knife, by its blade, so the handle was facing outward.

 

[spartan1077]

Bridget sauntered over, making sure that he noticed her. She felt so proud. As she walked over to him she almost tripped and ruined the moment but finally grasped the knife.
Heavy, good for killing
She smiled at him and stood by the door, opposite of the hinges. She looked over at him and stared in his eyes, mouthing First one's mine

 

[Amzer]

Wolfe nodded, holding his rifle up, aiming.
The door opened...Slowly. What waited behind it was a large mass of beasts, muscled, and some fat. The turret chirped as the sudden movement of unidentified hostile creatures began to exit the doorway, and spill out on the roof. It began firing at them. Wolfe joined in aswell, firing upon them with his rifle, before cocking it again.
Many fell quickly, quite a few with bullets lodged in their heads.

 

[Mr Thin]

Jaden peered at his surroundings through the falling rain, waiting for his eyes adjust to what was, for him, bright light.

The bunker, mostly underground, had been built in a vacant lot near their house, where there used to be a restaurant. He vaguely remembered people walking on the streets, pointing at the bunker entrance and laughing at his parents' paranoia. There was nobody to laugh now.

At a loss for ideas on where to go, Jaden was standing there, unmoving in the rain, when he heard something. It was difficult to determine with the constant wash of the rain in his ears, but it sounded like automatic gunfire. South-west of him, no more than a kilometer or two, if he could hear it in this weather.

Whatever it was, it was a start. Closing and locking the bunker he had called home for half his life, he set off in the direction of the noise, going through backyards and fences, keeping off the main road.

 

[Amzer]

Spoiler: OOC

Daaahg. Waiting on Spartan. My rooftop seems to be quite the place of activity, doesn't it?

 

[spartan1077]

Spoiler: OOC

Sorry was watching Preadtors...

As the infected rammed through the door, Bridget twirled around to the other side, quickly stabbing one with the knife before arriving there. She straightened out her skirt before doing the same manouver.
Twirl, stab, release, repeat.
As the numbers thinned off she took one last look at the door before running and diving behind the sentry gun and going behind Wolfe.
"How much ammo is left" she shouted at him throwing the knife into an approaching infected.

 

[Amzer]

Wolfe hesitated, before rushing to the turret, and looking into the ammo case.
"Not enough..." He said, as the case sat half full.
He than began firing, even more.
"There can't be many more..."
A few more shambled through the door, seemingly confused by the vast amount of movement, and noise.

 

[Amzer]

Spoiler: Er Uh, Om?

Nom...Nom nom...Om.

 

[spartan1077]

"Awm Fu*k" Bridget swore before diving over a barricade and grabbing the knife from a fallen infected. She turned to Wolfe and saw where he was shooting before twirling the knife and stabbing a close infected. As the sentry gun fired with Wolfe and Bridget stabbed, the infected numbers soon thinned out. Bridget ran back to Wolfe and stood behind him.
"Is it over" she asked, staring at the door and waiting for movement.

 

[Amzer]

"It should be...Anyways, we're finding whatever security system this building uses, and hopefully a knife with it...And we're locking this entire place down..." Wolfe said, stepping toward the door.
He glanced back. "Coming?"

 

[spartan1077]

Bridget giggled and ran after Wolfe.
"I'm going to need to change again. All this blood is not good for the fabric" Bridget explained as she held the knife by the blade for Wolfe to take his knife back.
"I liked the knife too. It was a good fit."
He's a good fighter
Bridget followed Wolfe from behind down the stairs, trying not to blush as she wondered if she fought well enough for Wolfe.

 

[Amzer]

Wolfe took the knife back, as he crept back down to the lobby.
"Now, all we have to do, is locate a panel...Anything..." He said as he looked about.
"The desk has a terminal...Lets hope it still works..."
Wolfe jumped over the lobby's main desk, looking directly into the screen.
"Warning, Vandalis--zzzt--is not accepted in the Casthine corpe--zzzzt--doctrine--security protocols will be engaged upon acceptance from--zzzzzzt--ain secu--zzzt-console."
Wolfe looked angered, as he stared at the terminal in front of him.
"I hate that thing. Anyways, this terminal has a map-out of the building...And has other functions. Only problem is, it has locked. The main security console is on the third floor.
Come on, back to the stairs." Wolfe began to head back the way they had came, only this time, stopping at one of the heavy metal doors...This one opened to the third floor.

 

[spartan1077]

Bridget had been staring at the terminal wondering how it worked until Wolfe started moving away. Weaponeless, Bridget followed until they got to the third metal door.
"Are you sure this is safe? Can't some of them be hiding in there or something?"Bridget asked before weighing her options.
Be trapped in the dark, stay with the handsome fighter with weapons
"Well considering my options, as long as there is light I'll follow you. And don't go too far away please" Bridget pleaded before falling in step with Wolfe.

Spoiler: OOC

Going to sleep now :/ will post more tommorow

 

[Amzer]

Spoiler: OOC

Alright. Night!

Wolfe looked behind him "Bridget, get back on the roof, get some rest. I'll keep looking for the console."

 

[Amzer]

Spoiler: OOC

Oh hey, well look at that...COME ON! HURRY UP! *Prods with a shock baton*

 

[spartan1077]

Bridget nods to Wolfe but hesitates before leaving.
"Be careful" she says timidly before running out looking behind in the darkness. She almost shrieked but was able to hold it in before she got upstairs. As she found her way out, she put a roof over her clothes and lay down. Uncomfortable in her wet clothes, she stripped down to her underwear and used those as a pillow.
"G'night" she said to herself before drifting off.

Spoiler: No more shock batons...I mean OOC

HAHA! I'm sleeping! Now I am...

 

[Amzer]

Wolfe continued onward, seeing something crawl in front of him.
What...is that?
"It's not polite to stare at your father..."
Wolfe scrambled for a minute, trying to figure out what he just heard...
He held the knife tightly in his hand.
"I see you met a nice girl, son...Too bad you won't be returning to her..."
"Father...I am not afraid to stab you with your own god-damn knife...You leave her alone."
"What's stopping me?"
Wolfe continued onward, scared out of his mind.
This is stupid...This is really stupid...
Henry saw what he was looking for...The glowing panel sat not five feet away.
"WARNING:: Act of vandalism detected...As well as the following: ...SYSTEM ERROR.
Initiate Security Lockdown?"
Before Wolfe sat a small keyboard. He tapped the y key, and suddenly the screen grew red.
"WARNING:: SECURITY LOCKDOWN IN PROGRESS"
The halls lit up with red lighting. And soon, metallic shutters came down, and covered every window.
"Hello...Son...I only want to eat you..."
With that, something jumped from the shadows...A beast in an odd uniform, it had blood dripping from its mouth, and it leaped at Henry.
Acting quickly, he thrust the knife towards what had been his father, which the knife had gone into it's chest.
The beast reeled back, shrieking, before leaping off, and eventually leaping out one of the windows that was still in the process of closing.
The red light was dim, but it was still light.
Wolfe ran, hoping, to himself, that his father was truly out of the building.. After climbing the stairs, he reached the roof once more. He closed and locked the door behind him, and watched it, tensely. Not a muscle in his body moved.

 

[Mr Thin]

Jaden moved through overgrown yards, side-stepping rusted gardening tools, deflated kiddie pools, discarded childrens toys. They tugged at his memories; but it had been years since he'd even seen a toy, let alone played with one. He forced himself to keep moving past them.

The noise had stopped; he'd been too busy looking around at the world to notice, though it couldn't have happened more than a few minutes ago. As he stopped to reorient himself, he saw a curtain move in a window near him.

He went completely still, eyes fixed on the window, waiting for it to happen again. A few seconds later, it did; a vague form brushing against the thin white curtains, never staying in view long enough to be identified.

He approached the door, ready to introduce himself, then slowed his steps. Was it wise to show himself? As he lingered, hand on the doorknob, the shadow in the window appeared again; but this time, it didn't go away. It stayed, and Jaden could feel its eyes on him.

Feeling a sudden fear like nothing he'd ever felt before, he decided it would be best if he just kept moving.

Even as he took his hand away from the door, something slammed into it from the other side. Stumbling backwards, he saw the window break, and a long, pale arm stretch out, writhing as it searched for purchase. The door splintered, and growls came from the other side.

That was enough for him. He picked himself up, grabbed his gear, faced the direction of the sound he'd heard earlier, and ran.