The Infestation

[Renn]

In the deep jungles of the Amazon, a hidden facility was creating experiments. A descendant of Dr. Grey was leading the task using animal DNA including wolverine blood. After a month, the young doctor completed created the first born mutated species, soon followed by more experiments. A few weeks later, one of the experiments attacked a scientist and broke loose out of its cage. This caused a revolution for soon the rest of the experiments escaped and killed every living being in the facility including the descendent of Dr. Grey. All were killed, but a scientist had manages to escape with her life, but just barely. The survivor wondered for days until a patrol unit found her half dead and half sane. After intense care was the scientist able to tell and explain everything that had happened in the facility. The government feared the situation would get worse, so they had a unit dispatched to the location. When the task force got there, they only found bones, and a mutated infestation. It had begun.

Now war follows with the infestation. Now right eight years later of the infestation, the land has become torn from the war waged. Anything the Infected bite or scratched become mutated, but not all the times. People can resist if they are strong enough, which is rare. Can anything be done? The war against the infected has been long and hard. It still is. Everyday there are people in danger of getting infected or killed, not just soldiers of the Union, but the mercenaries and people willing to fight. Survival is hard and no place is truly safe. There may be towns that survive long than others but soon they will fall. If nothing is done that is. Each day people are trying to put an end to the infestation. Hopefully, someone could put an end to all of this.

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Choppers zoomed through the sky, carrying solders of the Union toward the city that was under siege. Brutes could be spotted on the ground, running wildly, while Runner were going to buildings chasing the civilians out. Evacuation would have to be a top priority. Just as they landed, a young private was told to wait for a mercenary to come and assist them, and also to watch out for any civilians that he saw and to make sure they were sent to safety. The other were sent to look for survivors and help them and to also to take out as many Brutes as possible. When evacuation was complete the would they would let the new Lightmass bomb loose.

Among this, Momo woke with a start. It wasn’t he gunshots outside nor the banging of her walls, but the fact that she had a nightmare. It was the same nightmare that she had ever since she was little. Ever since she saw her family die right in front of her. How she hated the wolverines. She would kill any that got in her way of her revenge. Even though the memory of the thing’s face was eight years old, she could still see it in her mind.

It was then that she finally notice the gunshots out side, the constant banging of her walls and the terrible moaning. It didn’t take her long to know what was going on. She quickly grabbed her gear. She noticed that she was out of ammo. She have to buy some more when she got out of here. Momo knew she had enough to get out of here, but not before she took out a few Brutes and all those nasty things. Like everyone else, she hated the things. Infected and all. She despised them almost as much as wolverines.

Finally ready, the young brunette left the her room and the building. She roamed the street shooting the Brutes and Runners that got on her way or that she saw were hurting people. She couldn’t let them get hurt, even she still had a heart. She continued to roam the street.

[Zyta]

Alberio’s Theme Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLXMtmKl2Rk

Alberio maneuvered through the oncoming crowd, twisting his body and spinning out of several on-comers’ way, barely missing them by inches. He moved like an untouchable smoke through the masses. Several slow minutes crawled by like this as Alberio made his way to the center of the city. The crowd gradually grew quieter, as did the screaming they gave off which until now had been of tremendous power. One of his hands was upon his battered cloak, tightening his grip on the clothing to keep his face from being seen in this frantic parade. The other hand, his right, pawed the sword clinging to his back, thumbing the hilt with four razor-sharp nails. At a moment’s notice he would pull it and stand at the ready.

Alberio was a man of huge build, though the maneuvering earlier hints at a hidden power underneath that speaks of his agility; his eyes were sharp and constantly looked about behind the darkness of his cloak. Two eyes, each of a different color, darted to and fro of the rushing crowd. Alberio stifled his nose form smelling, this many humans in one place was rancid and often made his head clouded and eyes fuzzy. At length, Alberio broke free from the crowd and paused, casting his glance away from the sun, and stared at the remains of the city before him.

What had once been a bustling metropolis was now in ruin. Many of the buildings were empty and it was apparent, from where Alberio stood to observe the damage, that thieves took full opportunity to ransack various wealthy corporations and other buildings with any repute. Small fires were lit and scattered about in the rush, countless documents flew through the air while some of the number caught fire and burned as they flew. Effectively the city had turned into a ghost town, if only for this sector. Alberio knew nothing of the other sectors and their condition; he could only surmise that it was similar, if not worse, than this one. Alberio decided to move on when something foul caught his ear’s sharpness.

Alberio turned his head this way and that to find the source of the sound, but he didn’t need to. The sounds were coming from all around him, brutes and runners alike swarmed the area. Alberio took cover behind a toppled statue and concealed himself amazingly well for his size. Keen not to let his scent acquire unwanted guests, he took a bottle from inside his cloak, two more were still in there, and poured the contents over his entire self. A crimson liquid spewed forth, covering all of his body in blood. When the bottle was empty, the man shook his head clean of the substance. He now smelled entirely of blood and his creature scent was hidden far below its surface. The hand, both of them, returned to the huge blade on his back when another sound interrupted the scene. Alberio turned his gaze upward.

A single helicopter hovered in the air and threatened to land soon. On the side door the insignia of the army was engraved on in gold letters. Alberio, curious, wondered what kind of trouble he got himself into this time. He turned his gaze back to the brutes and runners, swiftly gripping his sword and waiting for the moment he would need to use it. He privately wished that that moment would never come.

Alberio kept watch over the helicopter’s path until it finally began to descend just beyond the next building block. He sniffed himself once; his acute sense of smell told him that the blood smell was still on him, but fading fast. Alberio checked his supplies, if only to remind himself of what he already knew. There was still his sword, of course, two more bottles of the blood, and a knapsack of emergency provisions including food and anesthetic. Chancing a glance to the sky, three minutes had passed since the helicopter landed and departed again, the sun told him. It was then that he decided that it was time to move, somehow making his way to the helicopter and those that got off, and eventually finding out what was going on.

Alberio knew many languages since he was a lad, some that were no longer in use to this day, but the languages—more like a deep, annoying grunt to Alberio—that the brutes and runners spoke were elusive and taunted his knowledge. Quite annoyed and highly pissed off at himself, Alberio stepped from his hiding place and bravely, though perhaps recklessly, stepped into the fray, steeling himself up to his full height to do so. Even so, the half-breed kept his cloak over his head, hiding his true identity from the forces at hand; to them he would be just another brute. It was a deadly game he played then, he was forced to deprive his hand of the safety of his sword in case they realized he was an imposter, but he also had to move as they did and give off the occasional grunt. Overall, it was a painstaking task from beginning to end when he reached the other side of the fray.

Beyond the fray was the selected building Alberio knew that the officer went into, it was the only one that would serve any purpose in this kind of situation; it had complete command of the area for a wide radius as well as natural fortifications, surely the officer would place its capture high on the priority list. Alberio made his way across the courtyard and into the building through the front doors.

Alberio was forced against the wall suddenly by three incredibly strong humans in military uniform, most likely mistaking him for whatever it was they are fighting. Two soldiers held their rifles at the ready, pointing them directly at Alberio’s chest while the third had a simple hunting knife out and pressed it against his neck. So much for kindly asking what was going on.

“He’s not an infected,” spoke one of the riflemen to their apparent leader, he looked at Alberio’s strange attire. In the scuffle Alberio’s cloak fell off his head revealing his wolverine traits.

“O-Of course not!” Alberio somehow managed to shout, his voice was muffled from the pressure to the back of his neck. He coughed twice, against his will as his windpipe felt to be at its limit. “Look inside my left pocket, my ID is in there.”

The leader motioned for one of the two riflemen to check it, slowly the knife-holding man let up on the knife, but not entirely as was military procedure. “What’s it say?” he asked the one who scanned the card.

“Sir! Alberio Cyngi, Class B Bounty Hunter.”

“Only Class B?” spoke the Leader, chuckling as if in a mocking manner. HE threw Alberio to the side, but Alberio deftly caught the man’s wrist and twirled him so that he had the dominate position, as well as command of the knife. He held the knife to its owner’s neck threateningly.

“Never wanted to stand out too much,” Alberio replied to the Class B comment. Suddenly, and without reason, he released his hostage and returned the knife. “What the hell is going on outside?”

The three looked from one to the other in hushed conversation; even Alberio’s sensitive hearing couldn’t hear them. He replaced the hood as they conversed.

“Alright,” said the leader when they had finished. “Grunt 1—for lack of a better name—will take you to our leading commander and he will decide what to tell you. That clear to you?”

“Crystal.”

Alberio followed the grunt up the stairs. Remains of a recent battle lay in tatters on the ground in various pieces of dismemberment. Alberio had no sympathy for the deceased, likewise he held none for the victories; it was all survival of the fittest, it was plain that these creatures and soldiers were not up to snuff.

The grunt turned suddenly on the seventh floor and through a door, shouting something to what Alberio assumed to be his superior. He also went through the door and faced a nearly empty room quite unlike the others; this one had the only living things inside.

“Are you Alberio?” asked a man that Alberio hadn’t seen before, and before he could take in his appearance he answered back with haste and priority.

“Aye,” he said, taking out his ID and showed it to the man.

[Renn]

The commander glanced at the I.D. before he threw it back to Alberio. He didn’t care for him much, for he had other thing to do. He waved his hand his solider who went back to their post. He stared at Alberio for a moment longer before he turned back to his other commanding officers. He finished his discussion with them and they rushed off to do as they were ordered. Again the commander turned back to Alberio, he gave him one final looking before he spoke.

“We have things, as of right now, under control. It would be best if you could help with the evacuation.” He quickly looked at his C.O.M and sighed. He quickly showed it to Alberio. “Actually, it would be better to get this young female. She is quite a nuisance, running around on a rampage, shooting Brutes and Runners. That’s not really the problem but evacuation of all civilian is our top priority at the moment. If you get apprehended her, then this might make things easier for us.”

He didn’t even wait for Alberio’s reply before he walked off to go confirm what the status was.

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Momo ran the street, shooting the infected like she was crazy. Then again, she kind of was. She was, in her own way, blowing off steam. She zigzagged between the building, trying to avoid the soldiers. She didn’t like soldiers of the Union. She found them to be annoying and unreasonable. She wasn’t going to be taken in just yet. She still had things to do.

Her hazel eyes narrowed as she made it to a dead end. She cursed herself for not paying attention. She turned to leave when she saw that her path was blocked by a Brute. She stared at it, while it stared back her. She aimed her Glock and the next second the Brute charged at her. Momo didn’t waste her time, shooting three rounds at the beast. One hit in the head, while the other hit it’s chest. It landed before her feet. She watched as it struggled to get up. It was pathetic. She brought up her foot before bringing it down on the Brute’s head with a gut-wrenching CRUNCH. It was what it deserved. It’s what they deserved especially those wolverines. She quickly left the ally way, looking for more.

[Darkninja]

Swinging his sword wildly Dante took down Infected after in infected. Tiring of of swinging his sword around he puts it back on his back and pulls out two twin handguns and fires away, Flipping off a near by wall he gets behind an infected and literally blows its brains out BANG! Hearing a group of soldiers near by Dante took to the back alleyways to avoid confrontation with them. "Just when I was starting to have fun." He says to himself.

Coming out to a clearing Dante finds himself face to face with an infected Brute twice his size. "OH YEAH! Now THIS is what I'm talk'n about." Charging the infected Brute he fires away. As the brute swung at him Dante ducks and leaps into the air twisting his body around to get back in a firing position. Landing back on the ground the Infected Brute back hands him out into the opening.

"OK, now were talking. To bad I don't get paid for this. Or else I'd be swing in money." Reloading his clips the Brute charges Dante, but before the Brute could touch him Dante puts the handgun in the Infected Brute's mouth. "Jackpot" and he pulls the trigger. "Damn, can't believe that Infected asshole actually scared me."

He said touching his left cheek. Well better go find some more the fun just begun. Walking the streets he Yells out. "Infected come to PLAAAY!"

[Zyta]

“Sir,” Alberio replied quickly taking in the device’s screen and what it shown. In seconds he understood the situation. “She’s nearing the fountain in the center of the market,” Alberio whispered more to himself than to anyone present. He turned and dashed from the room, jumping down the flights of stairs three at a time and then he was out the front door where he entered from.

In the minute to two minutes that Alberio was in the headquarters pandemonium strengthened outside. Waves upon waves of Brutes and Runners were crashing against each other, snarling and spraying flecks of blood and hunting down civilians and military personal alike with indifference. Alberio pulled his hood closer against his face and lowered his gaze, snarling to mimic the enraged beasts more. He flung his body forward without hesitation and ran through the crowded streets, only this time one hand upon his sword in case he was attacked.

Alberio pushed his way through the crowd of Brutes and Runners; twice he sliced a Brute in half with his energy blade. His swift attack was almost invisible to the naked eye. Alberio didn’t want to catch the enemy’s attention and so he dashed faster and seldom cut. A right turn down Main Street, further ahead was another turn that would lead to where his target was, or where he had last seen her presence. There were would be a good place as any to start looking for her.

Alberio turned the last corner by clinging to a toppled building’s ruins. He peered around first to get a picture of what he was to expect. He saw his target, the girl shooting off crazily in all direction her gun. Closing in around her was a platoon of Brutes and Runners, if you could call their coordinated attack some more than coincidence. They were foaming at the mouth so intelligence was not likely what guided them towards Momo.

“Shit!” Alberio said and threw caution to the wind and cut through a pair of Runners who had their backs to him. Before their forms crumpled to the ground, he was passed them and dashing forward to meet with Momo. They were closing in fast, too fast for Alberio to make it in time.

In a last ditch effort, Alberio threw his energy blade at the back of a Brute hat was feet from Momo. It fell, the energy blade glowing green and blue from out of its chest. Alberio rushed up to Momo. He was defenseless if she decided to attack him too in her frenzy.

[Darkninja]

Turning the corner Dante spots a platoon of Brutes closing in on something looking abit harder he sees a girl firing like like crazy trying to defend them off. Out the corner of his eye he catches a another one running up behind her and decides to help out. "Dammit this goes against everything I stand for." Aiming his two handguns at the platoon he runs towards them firing.

After becoming a few feet within range he puts away his guns and pulls out his sword, running at full speed almost with almost invisible movement he takes out the surrounding Brutes that were too close to her. " Let me save you some time from asking the age old question" he says while resting his sword on his shoulder. "I'm neither friend nor foe, I simply hunt Infected."

He then turns his head half way over his shoulders glaring at her then at the approaching enemy.

[Renn]

It all happen so quickly. They had surrounded her, the Brutes and Runners. She glanced all around her, trying to see an opening but when she saw that there was none, she merely shrugged and shot round after round from her Glock. She took out many but still, they kept coming and Momo began to fear she might actually be in trouble. If she got hurt or worse, Momo shuddered at the thought of what she would do. But for now, Momo had to worry about herself.

She turned again to see if any other Infected dare try to get the best of her, when she saw one die only a foot away from her, a sword through it’s chest. She started at it before she heard gunshot behind her. She turned again and saw a man, swinging his sword at the enemies that were in her proximity. He rested his sword on his shoulder. "Let me save you some time from asking the age old question. I’m neither friend nor foe, I simply hunt Infected."

She felt her insides boil with rage. She wasn’t a defenseless little girl. She hated it when people thought she was a young girl. She snapped at man. “I didn’t need your help. I can do fine just myself. Go hunt the stupid Infected!”

She watched as he turned his head slightly, looking behind him. She saw an approaching enemy…no. It was a wolverine, but it looked kind of weird. Could it be a Halfling? If she was merely mad before, she was furious now. It didn’t matter if it was half human, she hated it. She glared at it’s figure as it made it’s way to her. It was like something took over in her. She brushed past the man and ran toward the half-breed. Even if her anger got the better of her, she didn’t care.

[Shadow]

The chopper was making a lot of noise as it set to the ground, and army men rushed out, ducking because of the pull of the chopper propellers above their heads. From their midst, in contrary to the rest, a man stepped out. Not rushed or ducking, just stepped out standing straight as he held a large sniper rifle that was resting on his neck. His face was covered in what seemed like a helmet without any breathing or looking holes/vizors in it, instead, a red orb was found in the middle of his 'face'. His armored suit was perfectly slim fitting and seemed to stretch perfect at every move.

He walked out as the chopper immediatly rose up to get the next batch of men. Prefix was the man's name, although no flesh or anything like that could be seen through the armor. Even this modern technology was an eye catcher as several soldiers watched him as he walked by. Prefix scanned the area and saw that they established a ground base where they could safely drop the soldiers off. Primitive barricades had been put up somewhat further, as heavy machine guns were installed, keeping the hordes of Infected out. "Well, well, well..." he said outloud slowly, his voice typically sounding like it was said through a speaker, and kept walking to the end of the camp, still casually holding the sniper rifle loosely at his neck.

A larger then average Brute suddenly bursted from the other smaller Infected, and smashed one of the barricades down, destroying a heavy machine gun and it's operator. Blood flew everyone, soiling the ground. Before the order could be given to concentrate fire on the Brute, Prefix swung the sniper rifle gracefully from his shoulder as the scope on top of the rifle landed in front of his red 'eye'. With the back of the rifle resting at his shoulder, he pulled the trigger and the bullet bursted out, speeding past soldiers and planted itself right in the huge Brute's head, blood squirting out on impact. The Brute took two steps and then dropped down dead.

Prefix swung the rifle back on his shoulder casually as other soldiers looked at him stunned, amazed. "Well, well, well. Another one down, going to hell."

[Darkninja]

Well then if you insist, he says to himself. Putting his sword back on his back he heads in the opposite direction of the girl while pulling out his two twin handguns firing at the six brutes in front of him scoring all head shots. Shooting the last Brute, Dante decides to climb a nearby fire escape and get a better view of the area to hunt down the infected.

Upon reaching the top Dante walks and leaps across buildings to look for infected to take down. With no Brutes or infected in site so he thought he sites on edge of a building to recuperate his energy from being backhanded by the previous large Brute. Scanning the horizon he spots a chopper taking off in the distance. "So, the army is about to take action?"

Thinking about heading in that direction he realizes he could be biting of more than he could chew. Listing to sounds off in the distance he could hear Brutes and infected starting to become out of control. "Hmm, if i plan on taking them all on which is possibly suicide, I'm going to need some explosives."

But where can I get my hands on them?

[Paladin_girl]

The city had been a safe haven for at least one individual – she moved through life and influenced nobody at all. A ghost in shattered glass, one of her previous workers described her as.

Which was why she bought many mirrors in her condo; they were seductive, silent and beautiful, causing as much harm as she did, which was none at all. There, even in the remains in which she now stood, gun in hand, they merely reflected her visage at every angle, even through the scarlet remains of the two enemies she had recently disposed of.

Admittedly, she was confused. She had never seen these creatures before. They were unknown to her, but reminded her of those strange cartoons from popular comic artists. It was too unreal, even through the stories – and yet she could feel nothing … not even fear, even though she tried to. Perhaps normal life was catching up with her, she thought with some amusement. Cocking her gun, she returned it to her blazer pocket as if it were merely a purse; it was sad to have been prepared for something – sadder still, be too prepared for the unimaginable – Maria's dreams, or rather, nightmares, could not have imagined what lay before her.

Her city. Her carefully-constructed life. Her mirrors. Her haven.

All destroyed in there mere blink of an eye.

Inconsiderate bastards. I wanted to retire, not restart.

Hurrying out from amongst the rubble, she clambered over the door of a decomposed taxi, the now-lifeless driver clearly had been caught in the destruction. She stared for a moment, blank-eyed, then frowned very faintly and continued; she wasn't entirely sure where she was to go or what she was to do, but knew anywhere and anything was better than this.

She turned a corner to come into the view of a helicopter. She looked faintly surprised, considering the number of people here – she noted two of which squabbled before the young woman left. Young, but Maria's experience told her that age was nothing but a farce. The man carried what seemed to be a huge sword and he seemed confident, if not proud. Maria raised an eyebrow and moved on, getting closer to the helicopter, peering at it suspiciously. Then, her eye caught yet another bizarre character – was that a man or a machine nearby? She shrugged; maybe it was a new fashion trend. Even so, she didn't want to get too close to finding out what was packed in that rifle.

For now, she hid behind a wall that was nearest to the chopper, observing carefully, hoping to pick out any information that swung by. As far as anyone else was concerned, she was an unarmed civillian.

She hoped.