Zombie Paris (Open)

[Dragon_of_red]

Curtis declined the offer of a cigarette, "I'm okay as long as those things are dead. I've never actually been in a proper gun fight before... I'm a Medic so I just stay back and try my best to heal people." He was shaking slightley, he could smell the rotting and crispy bodies of the Nazi's outside.

 

[ToxicPiranah]

"Not my first but I've not experienced many, more used to shooting Jerry in the skys" George remarked, offering his hand to Curtis he introduced himself. "Names George, pleasure to make your aquaintance. How'd an Aussie end up in Paris?"

 

[Dragon_of_red]

Curtis grasped his hand, "Im Curtis" he said, standing himself back up. "Easily enough I could speak French. Me and a few others were sent here as a promise to help with the rest of the fight. Now I'm sorta stuck 'ere." he explained to George. He looked over the window, to see the still flaming Zombies crawlng towards them. The Medic jumped back at the sight, "Jesus! How is that thing not dead!"

 

[SoloStoffe]

"The parasite seems to have taken over it's nervous system completely, being able to keep the brain alive without the need for oxygen, wich explains why they only die if the brain dies.", Dominique said with haste, as she once again pointed her rifle out the window and fired. Once again, she mossed the brain, but managed to seperate it's jaw from it's skull. As she was about to reload her rifle again, she didn't find any bullets in her amunition bag.
"Damnit, I'm out!"

 

[Dragon_of_red]

"That would mean making them into anearobic creatures..." Curtis yelled as he threw some ammo at Dominque, he certainly wasn't going to use it, "They must have taken everything out and replaced it with their Cytosol. So they can use nothing but Anearobic respiration."

 

[SoloStoffe]

Dominique catched the bullets thrown towards her, and quickly reloaded the rifle, aimed out the window and shot. The creature stopped moving. She could see a large red hole in the side of it's head.
"Ouais! One to go boys!", She said as she ducked down once again, and looked to Curtis.
"I'm Dominique by the way.", she said as she stretched her hand towards him.

 

[Dragon_of_red]

Curtis shook it, he wasn't quite sure how do it to her, should her shake it like the way you do with another man? Or the dainty way with a lady? He decided to try the polite way and take her hand nicely, and do a small bow, "My name is Curtis. Now what do we do with that last one? I can operate on it..." he suggested to her.

 

[SoloStoffe]

She looked out through the window, seeing the burning rotting creature, walking towards the window.
"It's pretty unlikely that you will manage to save him, or for that matter, find anything still intact after the fire. I suggest we kill it the same way as the others."
This had been one of the biggest slaughters Dominique had ever taken part of, even though there were only four, she had managed to stay away from the trouble untill now.

 

[Dragon_of_red]

Curtis looks at and nods, "I suppose your right...", he grips his pistol in both hands and slowley raises it, aiming for its head. He fires of 2 bullets into its head, and making it collapse on the ground in a heap. "You all shot something... I thought I might be able to help to atleast kill one thing" he said weakly, Does this count as my first kill? he thought to himself, I'm not sure if it technically was alive...

Either way his thoughts tipped, his face stil drained of colour.

 

[SoloStoffe]

Dominique saw the sudden change of expression in Curtis' face as he shot the creature down. His hands seemed to be shaking even afterwards. It seemed he had never killed a living being before. She grabbed his hands gently to try and stop them from shaking.
"It's ok. If they were to have continued to live, the nazis would force them to do terrible things."
She looked at everyone in the group.
"We should find somewhere safer, the nazis will send more when they find out these are dead."

 

[ToxicPiranah]

Seeing shaking Curtis being comfoted by Dominique, George scuttled behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and a few shot glasses. He moved over to the pair and poured a glass for Curtis. "Here drink this" He said forcing the drink into the medics hand. "I'm george." He said offering a hand to Dominique.

 

[SoloStoffe]

"Hi, Dominique", she said and returned the gesture. "I'm one of the reaserchers around here, so I don't get in many gunfights..."

 

[Dragon_of_red]

Curtis took the drink, he wasn't much of a heavy drinker, or a drinker at all, but it just seemed like a better option than cowering in fear. After forcing it down his throat, he rhasped at George, "Thanks". Putting his glass away, he scratched his head, "Since you are a reasercher, did you hear anything about that?"

 

[SoloStoffe]

"About the creatures? No. I mostly do reaserch in technology, improoving weapons and vehicles."
She looked at him for a while. "So what about you? You were a medic, right?"

 

[Dragon_of_red]

"Yeah, I am. But I never saw anything like this before. They seemed immune to fire and pain." Curtis said, still shaking slightley. "It seem slikely that they have been striped of their nueral receptors, making them not feel pain." Curtis suggested.

 

[roleplayguy]

Jean walked over to the bar and picked up the whiskey bottle everyone else was drinking from, inspecting the label carefully. "Merde," he said, shaking his head. Placing the bottle back on the counter, he scanned the other bottles carefully. He reached out and grabbed a dark, thin wine bottle, then poured himself a glass. Raising it up, he showed everyone the bottle, "It's French," he explained, "if we're going to drink, we should drink well, non?" He took a sip before smiling and offering his hand, "my name's Jean".

 

[SoloStoffe]

Dominique poured a glass of the red wine Jean had presented. She shaked it, looked for residue, sniffed it, then took a zip from it. "Trés bien!", she commented on the wine as she shook Jeans hand. "Je m'apelle Dominique Solliere.", she said in french, considering that he seemed to be born in the country too.

 

[roleplayguy]

"Enchanté," Jean replied. "So, what do you all propose we do now?"

 

[SoloStoffe]

"As I said, I suggest we find another hiding spot. I know the nazis will come back once they find out these guys are dead."

 

[roleplayguy]

"Oui, I think you are correct," said Jean, finishing his glass, "there's been a lot of gunfire, there will likely be.." he paused, searching his vocabulary for the right word in English, "there will be.. intérêt? It's interest, oui? People will have heard the BANG, want to see for themselves, yes?"