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Lucas sat in a chair in the Employee's lounge of the research building for Umbrella, Head of security, what trade for a gunnery Sargent out of the marines. He sighed softly and leaned back in his chair cleaning his gun as he listened to some scientist's perfect life, perfect wife, and perfect house. It sickened him, then gain the entire situation that was going on with experiments sickened him, he knew what was going on but he didn't let on about it. The first time he found out he had to kill one of the things before it killed the scientists, The man was bit, but the Anti-virus was given to him but the man seemed sick.

He just shook his head, he didn't think about a total remake from Raccoon city, he sighed and rubbed his forehead. His friend escaped barely, and with that he knew something was up with where he worked. He wouldn't say anything though, the pay was good and it would stay that way. He turned to one of the head researcher addressing him, he nodded to the man's words and got up retreating from the lounge towards the bottom levels where the experiments were kept, he hit the elevator button as he waited for the damn thing to reach his floor. Once he got in hitting the floor and smiled. "Let's get this shit going, another escapee, another day to earn some extra pay.." He said calmly and slammed a clip into his gun as he sighed. "Hopefully no ammo is gonna be wasted.

He leaned against the railing as the floor dinged as the door opened, and he walked out and met one of the scientists pointing to a room stained with blood as he nodded his head as he walked towards it looking inside as he smiled. "Nice...he's huge..you really happened to be stupid enough to let him out.." He shook his head and sighed softly as he pulled off his helmet and his mask as he put it on the ground. "This is gonna be fun.." He stepped into the room pointed the gun at it's head and as it came flying towards him he shoot it with a three round burst stepping to the side as the carcass hit the ground. "Done.." He said calmly as he shoot it twice more just to be safe and walked out patting the man who seemed he'd be pissing himself in a few minutes on the shoulder. "It gets easier seeing bodies soon.." He said as he walked towards the elevator again and that's when he heard the scream.

(Heh..more later but this is just the beginning gotta keep some secrets)

Kenny was at the P.D checking on one of the S.W.A.T vans making sure it worked well playing some music. Such as Hereos of our time by Dragonforce. He was cleaning and checking it's engine making it so it's ready to go just incase S.W.A.T is called. He had his SMG on the driver seat and a CD player on the passenger seat.
He say along with the music "Lost in a dream! Finaly it seems!" He thought of he was alone when singing along with the song.

(Hope first post is good)

Deacon stepped from the shower and walked to his locker. His workout had been hard, but it wasn't over, he was supposed to meet Alex and Craig over at the field to run a few drills, Alex was the coaches son, he always had the keys and they could set up the equipment however they pleased. It was vital training, Deacon already had a golden road paved ahead of him, but that didn't mean he couldn't keep getting better. Deacon wiped the towel across his face and tossed it in his locker, pulling out the large duffel bag which contained his pads and helmet, gloves, cleats and his lucky football. He dressed quickly, and jogged his way out the door, stopping only momentarily to pose and flex at himself in the mirror. Damn I look good. Not wanting his muscles to cool down just as he started up again, he ran out the door, bag slung across his back.

Hopping in his car, a dirty red Buick from back in the day, the kind where the backseat was like a couch. Though it was a bit of a "granny car" the massive back seat had been really useful on more than one occasion. Being the star of the football team meant there were plenty of girls that came around, and since he shared a room with his younger brother, that meant the car was the only option for certain activities. A grin spread across his face as he considered all his conquests. Deacon couldn't wait till college, it'd be like shooting fish in a barrel.

The Buick started up with a rough grumble and he steered it towards downtown, cranking up the stereo, making the 22's in his trunk rattle the old cars windows. This is the life.

Anthony twitched and stirred in his sleep as a chill swept over his body. He couldn't open his eyes, they felt extremely heavy and hard to open. All his energy seemed to be sapped and weakened. All he could do was breathe and lay on his back. It was then that he wondered just exactly where he was laying. He heard feet move across a hard floor and someone tapping on a clipboard. He wasn't afraid simply because he was too exhausted to feel any fear at the moment. Questions kept cluttering his mind as the sounds of echoing feet drew closer to him. Where am I? What's going on? Why am I so exhausted?

"Doctor?" a female voice broke the silence. "Doctor, i think he is waking up."

"Ugh.." Anthony grunted as the exhaustian began to fade.

"Ah, glad to see he is making progress." An older man's voice spoke as Anthony heard someone come into the room. "Coach? Are you alright sir?"

Finally, Anthony found the strength to push his eyes open. Standing over him was a blonde headed woman and a bald man, both dressed in white. He looked around to find himself in a hospital, laying on a very uncomfortable bed. "Coach?" he questioned.

"It's on the back of your shirt."

Oh right... he thought, remembering he still had his coach shirt on from before in Raccoon. "where am I?"

"The hospital. Some policemen found you in a car wreck. You were injured badly and losing alot of blood. Whoever hit you had made a run for it. You're lucky to be alive."

"How long have I been out?"

"Almost two days. You should be fine now though. You don't have alot of time to talk however. A few policemen downstairs want to talk to you about what happened."

Anthony sighed. "Not even sure I can fully remember."


"You'll be fine. Nurse, take him downstairs please."

The blonde girl nodded and leaned over to give the coach a hand. Once he was on his feet, he followed her to the elevator and headed down to the first floor.

"KAY! What are you doing!?!" Matt yelled from the bottom of the stairs. He knew she was up there and he hated being late. That girl had to learn the term punctual. Uncle James was in the kitchen putting in the roast for that evening. The smell of the meat drifted into the hall and attacked Matt's senses. His stomach growled in protest for being forced to wait for such a meal.

"KAY! I am going to the car!" He had driven all the way back this weekend just to spend time with her and she was lagging behind like he didn't matter. He opened the front door and was greeted with a fresh Spring breeze. The wind nipped at him a bit but it was nothing he couldn't handle. He probably didn't even need his jacket. He walked over to the Ol' Ford Pickup and unlocked the door right as the front door slammed. He turned and Kaylane came skipping over, overjoyed to go on any sort of trip.

"Uh. Why didn't you wait for me?" She put on a pout as she got closer to Matt's truck. The college student just grinned.

"I waited plenty long. Now hop in." Kaylane's face brightened as she already forgave him for being so inconsiderate. She usually wasn't the type to hold grudges. They squeezed into the truck and went on their way towards the library. Just another day in Colorado...

Taleth made his daily rounds in the South-West corner which was strange because normally the S.W.A.T didn't just go around patrolling like normal officers. However there were reports of cannibalistic murders and half eaten bodies found around the area. He'd seen a shambling body walking around that was cleary dead when a Umbrella official silenced him with money and telling him it was just a hallucination from the smoke of the burning drugs from the dead drug dealer. People waved to him seeing as he came here daily and a few kids ran up to look at his guns and his badge. Peering through the dark allyes, he made sure there were none of the murders and continued to walk on whistling the tune of "Iron Man". A large building loomed over Denver, Umbrella's labs. He didn't trust the place, ominous design, symbol, and some disturbed people coming home from work. Looking into the distance, he saw smoke and the whines of the firetrucks and shrugged it off. It happend all the time in the town of Denver. Suddenly a bird dived at him and attempted to peck him. Stranger it smelled fouler them most fowl ( excuse the pun) and it seemed to be rotting. That thing was dangerous and now it was flying after bystanders. A little boy ran away screaming as the bid managed to draw blood. Even though Talth was no expert in birds, he knew it was diseased and had to be put down. Drawing his gleaming Russian pistol he bought, he fired the standard 9mm rounds which piered the birds skull and the pink matter known as the brain splattered everywhere and the blood flowed freely throughout the sidewalk. Now this was diffrent, very diffrent. Clicking back the safety, he reholstered his pistol and resumed his rounds.

The elevator doors slid open slowly, allowing two police officers to come into sight. One was tall and skinny and the other was short with a muscular build, hands resting on his belt next to his handgun. They both looked very intimidating but he knew they weren't there to give him any trouble. Probably just wanted questions, so he stayed relaxed.

"Sir," the muscular man in blue began, "are you alright?"

"Yes, thank you. You the ones who found me? Can't thank you enough for bringing me to the hospital."

"No problem at all Mr..."

"Anthony Dowery." the football coach answered, scratching his head.

The policeman paused. "Coach Dowery? From Raccoon city?"

Anthony nodded.

"We heard what happened down there," he kept his voice low, "so I know what you've been through. I'll take care of the crash details and find whoever bailed, you don't have to worry about a thing."

"Wow thanks. Anything I can do in return sir?"

The policemen smiled. "You can come with us for some lunch. We are going to head back to the dept. We would like to...hear about Raccoon if you would-"

"Of course." Dowery nodded. "As long as you're buying food, I'll tell you whatever you want to hear."

The policemen both laughed as they turned to leave the hospital, guiding Anthony to their cop car.

(I'm gunna hold off on the posting now till the outbreak =])

Marren stood in front of the intersecting lines of the subway map, trying to blink off the exhaustion that made all the routes blur together. It looks like a brain, she thought cynically. But most things did when you were squinting to keep your eyes open after an all too late shift. Circuit was probably losing his mind by now, she could already see the chaos the kitchen would be in. Dish towel ripped down and into shreds, pebbles of dog food clotted in places so high Circuit couldn't reach them jumping.
She gazed at the tracks trying to keep her eyes open. It was hard, especially with the darkness of the subway. The sound however of rushing against the tracks remained a constant alarm against her ears. In case it proved not to be enough she tried to keep herself occupied, shoveling through her purse. The predictable remained there, a lighter - not that she was a smoker, a stocky can of mace, her last pay check and a tube of melting lipstick. Then there was of course the not so predictible, a mis placed dog biscuit, the steak knife she knew she shouldn't keep on her and an indiscriminate sheet of paper with some lazily sketched eyes on it.
She heard a harsh cough, the hacking kind that meant a doctor should have seen to it longer than a month ago and rose her head a bit nervously. She didn't know why the sound spooked her tonight, it was kind of expectant down here in the dark and dreary, but she felt on edge as another car rolled to a stop and rushed by.
Negative, she thought. Where was her ride? She ran her fingers through her hair, smothering it with the smell of burger grease. She was really going to enjoy her day off tomorrow. Waitressing wasn't an easy job, at least not at Red's. The location was smutty and the customers were worse, if they weren't barking into cellphones they were cat calling the waitress or flicking spare bits of food to the floor. She'd be glad when she was finally noticed enough as an artist to quit that job, or noticed at all.
She found herself smiling as finally the A train rolled towards her.

As kenny finished up one of the S.W.A.T vans he grabs his SMG and puts it next the CD player and turns on the care praying it would work.
The van started to hum and was working fine.

"Yes! I knew I would get it working."

He starts to get hungery but finds nothing good to eat at the dept. So he walks to the closes store still wairing some of his S.W.A.T uniform only having the shoes, pants, and shirt of it on.

In La Femme Fatale Boutique:

Merry ruffled her blond hair in frustration as the last customer walked out the door, purchasing only a single item after 3 hours worth of browsing. She turned to her sales girl and vented, "How do they DO that? They waste your time and drag you around for HOURS and buy a lousy $250 blouse. Really? A blouse? That heffer could have used a lot more than a blouse to make her...." She trailed off as the bell rang again, signaling another customer was entering the store.

Plastering a fake smile onto her face, she turned and her voice rang out with a cheery, "Well hello! How may we help you today?" until she noticed that she was facing her ex-boyfriend, Eddie.

"Eddie? What are you doing here?" she said, momentarily stunned. After their breakup two weeks ago, she hadn't seen or heard from him since, she assumed that he was still at home licking his wounds. Eddie was a no-good drug dealer from the shady side of town who had flashed enough of his money for his "mother" in her boutique trying to get her to go out with him in the first place. Asshole... she folded her arms across her chest and arched her eyebrow at him defiantly. "How's your 'mother' doing? Oh, I'm sorry... That's right. All those clothes went to your whore of a second, third? girlfriend, didn't they? How's she holding up?" A smirk crossed her otherwise pretty features as she waited for him to reply.

Apparently, he had only wanted her for her cash. Which was considerable, at the moment. The boutique had been doing well for the past couple of years and she had a pretty little nest egg waiting for her whenever she retired. It was still in place too, thankfully, since she had caught him banging someone in her own parking lot when she went outside to grab something from her car. She immediately cut off what little access to her funds that he had, and he had cried like a baby. Surprisingly drug deals in this city didn't make him as rich as he wanted. Maybe it was just because he had a horrible personality when he wasn't laying on the charm.

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In the Umbrella Research Lab, top floor:

Her lab goggles were steaming up, she hated when that happened. Savannah raised her arm and wiped her forehead with her sleeve, not wanting to remove the layers of protective clothing quite yet... She had just a few more samples to go before she was done for the day.

She used a pipette to drop in another few millilitres of her test solution into the last three test tubes and then laid it down to the side. Done... she thought with satisfaction, capping each test tube and shaking it before replacing it in the test tube rack. Savannah held the rack up to the light for a moment, wondering why in the hell her skills were going to waste on simple bio samples. Umbrella Corp was supposed to be more interesting then this....

Her thoughts came to a sudden, screeching halt as a booming voice came over the intercom.

"Code 4 in level G. Security, please respond. Code 4, Level G." The voice sounded calm and authoritative, but something in the message itself sent a shiver down her spine. Code 4? What the hell is a code 4? Savannah finally snapped off her safety goggles, tossing them onto the equipment counter and then quickly tore out of her latex gloves.

I know three safety codes... Red was fire. Black was a bomb threat. Orange meant they had to evacuate the facility.... So what was a code 4?

After Kenny got some fast food at BK he head right back to the dept. Once entering one the of the police ask "What'd you get at burger king?"

"I got a coke, fries, and a burger."

He walked more to where the S.W.A.T van he's been working at eating the rest of his BK wile sitting on the side of the van thinking. "This stuff will give me a heart attack if I eat this all the time. Good thing I don't."

The scream pierced his ears as he trembled softly, he had put on his helmet and mask again and it made him tremble to hear such a piercing scream, He turned in time to see a woman ripped in two by a creature his eyes widened as he grabbed the gun hanging from the strap around his shoulders and launched one of the grenades, the creature exploded into pieces but only for more to appear as he stepped back into the elevator and hit the button several times, more screams filling the air as he shot off a burst of shoots leveling the creatures but not killing them, the door closed but not before he saw them get back up. "Great..creatures that don't die easily~" he called as he could hear the alarm blaring. "Seem's they realized it too.." He shook his head and pounded his fist against the wall of the elevator. "God these people are stupid!" he screamed as the door opened for the first floor and he ran out, "Alright I think we should Evac everyone!" he called, though only a certain amount of people paid attention.

As a few began to leave he decided to go find some of the younger members of the area as he began to run around telling them to get their asses out of here, he knew of one Intern one that held promise, though wasn't allowed to show it and he'd get her out too, since he knew she had a family that was waiting for her. He ran towards the area and stopped panting as he opened the door quickly. "Get your stuff..we gotta get out of here now..." he said.

Meanwhile the creatures began to find their way, the guards that had gotten down there were no match, and soon the creatures were crawling up the stairwell and right out into the first floor, Lucas noticed this and ushered the girl into hiding, the creatures seemed to attack anything they came in contact with, and soon a few had even gotten out of the building, the day was bound to get fun now he though as he raised a finger to his lips to keep the girl from speaking. As the creatures fed he turned to her. "You think you can handle a pistol.." he whispered to her calmly, he wanted to know, more like he needed to know. His breath was still caught in his throat from fear of being found by those things.

(alright the small outbreak has happened it'll get bigger soon but now there are a few zombies wandering the streets anyone near the research area which is in the southwest part of town so hopefully we'll get some action going on now >3)

Kaylane traced her fingers in the sky, imagining all sorts of wonders as the truck raced past house after house. She watched as her arm flew back from the wind when she placed it outside the truck. It made her giggle which in turn made Matthew giggle.

"What are you laughing at?" He said looking back in forth between the road and her.

"Watch!" She exclaimed as she placed her arm out once more, allowing it to be thrown backwards. She looked up to Matt a wide smile on her face. Matt envied that such a little girl could find such amusement with something so trivial. The truck pulled into the library parking lot and he let it die with a low sputter. He pulled the keys out and helped Kaylane get to the ground. She grasped his hands tightly as she skipped and he speed walked across the parking lot. They were completely oblivious to the bleeding mass of man on the other side of the street. Watching them with hungry eyes as they entered the library.

Kaylane let go of Matt's hand as soon as the went through the double doors. She went threw the spinning bars, twice. And then rushed to the children's section. Matt patiently walked to the counter and returned his book. The librarian let out a gasp. Matt cocked his head, unsure what she did that for until he turned to look behind him. A man was outside the glass doors, blood trickling from his hand... only one hand. The other hand was no were to be seen. He breathed heavily and wore a white lab coat.

"What in the world..." Matt whispered to himself.

One of the cop's radios buzzed just as they reached the car, which of course they answered quickly. The policemen commanded Anthony to wait outside of the car while they hopped in to answer the call. It didn't look good. Both cops seemed frightened as they talked to whoever was on the other side of the radio. It was obvious that whatever they were being told, it was bad news.

"Everything alright?" Anthony asked when they rolled down the window.

"We can't talk long, Mr. Dowery. We have reports of...people running around in the streets near here. We'll have to do lunch another day."

"What's exactly going on?" Anthony asked firmly, crossing his arms. He knew they weren't telling him everything.

The policeman lowered his head and spoke quietly. "Stay here at the hospital. It looks like we have a Raccoon situation on our hands."

"What?!" Coach Dowery shouted the question on accident, due to complete surprise.

"Shh, keep it down! We don't know anything yet. We've been given a few details and asked to help handle the situation. Go back inside and stay safe. If anything bad goes wrong, we will come back and turn this hospital into a defensive fort."

And with that, the policemen drove off. Anthony almost couldn't believe it. It was happening again, just like Raccoon city. Only he and eight others survived the ordeal, and that was mainly out of luck. Now it seemed that fate wanted him to go through the same thing again. Only this time, he'd do things differently. He'd have to find a good place to hold up, something small and out of the way. The hospital would be too dangerous. It was safe for now, but once everyone inside got infected, it would be a death trap. He had to find somewhere else to hide and find some weapons. All he had with him was the baseball bat he had picked up from when he was in Raccoon. It had done him good back then, so he hoped it would still work when Denver was crawling with infected people.

He started down the road, staying close to the buildings and keeping an eye out for anything that looked like a zombie. Everything looked perfectly normal, no reason to expect anything out of the ordinary. It was just another day to everyone else. Thank goodness Anthony had the heads up from the policemen. Now he had the advantage of being prepared when everything went to hell. He continued down the street, walking on the sidewalk and scouting out the area, looking for a good place to lay low till he could get his head on straight.

A one of Kennys co-works ran up to him and said "Kenny, get your gear! We got some messed up things out side."

Kenny looked at the co-worker and said "What's going on?"

"I don't know some kind of messed up thing is out there trying to eat people."

Kenny got up grabbed his gun from the van rushing out side the dept. seeing some sort of thing trying to eat people. He walked up to the thing with his gun ready to fire saying "Sir. I need you to get on the ground now. Do as I say and no one will get hurt."

The zombie looked at him and started walking to Kenny looking hungery.

"Sir! I need you to stay back!"

The zombie still walked to him and then Kenny fired once at his leg having the zombie drop to it's knee. But it still got up getting closer.

"Sir! Back off or I'll be force to put you down!"

The zombie just didn't stop getting closer. Then Kenny just got sick of it and shot a few rounds into it's chest having it drop.

As soon as he turned around walking back to the dept. He hears some noise and looks back seeing the thing is still alive. He just looks at it and yells. "Oh fuck this!"

He starts running to the dept. where it will be more saver.

Hatori squished the zombies head benath his boots in the research labs and quickly left after saving some of the data and then deletin the rest under orders from the head of the branch in Colorado. The outbreak had happened faster then he'd expeced, already some were in the streets. There was a crecendo of the moans near his proximety and he set his metal brief case on a table and shuffled through everything and brought out a P90 he bought from Belgium on a buisness trip. There were a few additional magazines, enough to get him to the main lobby. Opening the wooden door thta already had holes everywhere from panicked gunfire, he walked out to see a hallway full of dead bodies and pool of crimson blood. There was a shuffling sound as a zombie without legs crawled over only to have its head blown of by a rapid burst of fire. Soon Denever might become a Raccoon.

Taleth ran through the alleys firing randomly at the walking monsters. A little kid was crying and when Taleth looked at her, there was a raw glistening bite mark. From watching the horror memories, these things were probaly zombies. Praying he shot the girl in the head and ran off towards the houses who still didn't know what was happening. " This is Officer Taleth Cicero. We have a situation and I need back up."

As Deacon drove toward the field, he caught sight of the strangest thing, a group of women in professional looking clothing hunched over a man who was very obviously screaming. Craning his neck as he went passed. Well that's something you don't see everyday. As he faced the road he barely had time to whip the wheel, some man standing right in the middle of the street. Try as he might, Deacon still clipped the mans leg, before driving headlong into a telephone pole. The wood creaked and groaned under the stress of the massive Buick crushing into it, before finally falling across the length of the car. Deacon shielded his face, throwing open his door and diving to the sidewalk as the massive pole crushed his car.

"No fucking way!" He yelled angrily, kicking the wheel. His angry quickly turned on the man, who lay twitching in the street. Deacon's face twisted in confusion as he squinted at the body, which seemed to be missing his leg. The man groaned angrily, slowly clawing his way towards Deacon. Upon further inspection the man's jaw was missing as well though he wasn't bleeding, at least not much. Wanting no part of whatever was going on, Deacon grabbed his duffel bag from the backseat and threw it over his shoulder. Thank god I didn't leave my gear in the trunk With that, he began to walk away, looking for someone in authority.

What the hell were those things? The thought turned over and over in Deacons mind as he jogged down the street, away from the creepy cannibals. Whatever they were, they certainly didn't move very fast, as long as you were power walking they didn't have much of a chance to catch you. This entertained Deacon, he was used to outrunning all but the very fastest of humans, and these... zombies shuffled around like old ladies. If they can't touch me, I'll be fine. Deacon smiled to himself, this might actually be fun, it'd certainly get his name recognized once he went on to graduate.

"Survivor of Deadly Undead Attack Breaks All Time Rushing Record. Hell yeah, I like the sound of that." his smile turned into a full on grin.

But where did they come from? In most of the movies it was some toxic goo or a radioactive space satellite plummeting to earth that caused it, not that he would have been paying attention, he'd had his headphones in while he was at the gym, even if they had been playing the news (which they never did) he wouldn't have heard a word of it. And if that was the case, then why was most of the town acting so normal? He strolled up to a patrol car, and rapped his knuckles on the hood.

"Yo, chief, there is some funny business going on down the street you might wanna check out." He said as he approached the drivers window. Empty. He stuck his head in the open window, as if that would reveal any kind of clue as to what happened to the cop. Instead another one of those freaks popped out of the back seat, curling its bony and bloody fingers around the metal grating and making an unearthly sound. Deacon hit his head as he jumped back. "Fuck man!" He brought a fist down on the top of the patrol car in frustration.

More of that same disembodied moan came from the alley. More of that same awkward shuffle being preformed. More zombies. Three of them. He took another peek in the car. Deacon's signature grin came back, leaning in, careful to avoid the grabby fingers of the thing in the backseat, he grabbed the item he desired.

"This is my boomstick." He laughed. Loaded. How handy. He'd have to make the shells count. And wasting them on those three would cost him valuable ammunition. Instead he slid the gun into his duffel-bag and zipped it shut. At least if it came to that, he'd be able to kill some of them before he had to rely on his fancy footwork.

Marren gazed out the darkened windows of' the subway, alongside her slabs of wall intercepted spaces where people stood waiting for the sub way to let them on. Marren continued staring quietly, jumping at a hacking sound coming from the left quadrent of the train. She turned her head, as darkness intercepted the outside of the train. A dirty but harmless looking man stared back, bundles beneath a few pounds of matted jacket. Marren gave a half smile out of politeness, turning her head back to the window of the train. Her heart stalled.

Staring back from her was a grotesque shape. It's the shadows, she told herself, but the shadows weren't capable of dripping - and that was just what this person did. From the tangled mass of open vein at the hilt of their shoulder drip after drip of blood stalked down, alongside it a figure began to sit up, gazing into the cart as it did - it's jaw was newly open, I can see it's teeth, Marren thought dizzily. The car rumbled forward, Marren now on her feet, her hand was wrapped around the hilt of her unlikely weapon, the steak knife her co worker constantly criticized her for. Something's wrong, everything in her shivered with. "You," she called to the homeless looking man, his eyes were shut and he slumbered under his worn blankets. Dirty or not, he didn't deserve to be left here to die. Marren walked over to the man, dropping to his level. The strong smell of street hit her, like pavement and roadkill. "Sir," she tried now, the title was almost laughable. "I think you want to be awake for this," she jostled his shoulder lightly, though touching him was not something she wanted to do. She indented her brow, he wasn't reacting, in fact -his breath was rather still in his chest. She took a step back, mouth tasting thick with that coppery taste of fear. Before her, the man's eyes opened, colorless as grapes. He bared his hard earned yellow teeth, up in a flash. The subway jarred to another stop and Marren crashed down losing her balance without thinking to grab the bar. Luckily she wasn't alone in her plunge and the man fell. It didn't take much to recover- Marren had been tripping since before she could walk, on a flash she was on her feet, running out of the subway, almost tripping again as she overjumped the gap in the platform.

Her bad situation was worse, the lights seemed to flicker down here as rats overstepped wires. From the subway car out stepped the beggar man serenely, his yellow teeth glinting with the reflection of the light. "Listen," whispered Marren. "I don't know what's happened to you, but if we get you to a hospital-," a hollow hiss escaped his bloated lips, an inhuman sound. Anything that had formerly convinced Marren she could reason with this man vanished, anything that formerly convinced her he was a man too was smothered. She pulled the knife from her purse, letting the bag drop to the echoey floors of the subway. "Well come on then," she growled. "Come and get me." With a screech the creature ran for her, it's clumsy legs hit hard, it's movement was unbalanced but still threataning. Wielding her steak knife she caught it's skin with a greasy slrrping noise as it snapped for her. The weight of his body plastered here to the wall as it continued to nip wildly, seeming inaffected by the slice. Scarlett blood poured from it's chest wound. Marren screamed, kicking out with everything she had in her, every ounce of anger and frusration. It bounced back, and now with her knife lodged into it, Marren ran up the stairs - into the city.

Savannah blinked in surprise when the Head of Security burst into her lab room, following the horrid scream. But when she opened her mouth to ask questions, Lucas demanded she grab her things.

Things? I don't really have thing.... she looked around. Her purse and jacket were in the first floor break room in her locker, she had nothing of value anywhere close. Suddenly, Lucas grabbed her arm and practically dragged her into a narrow alcove. Her eyes barely caught a glimpse of a half-bloodied, limping man wheeling around the corner before her attention went back to Lucas, who was holding a finger to his lips. She nodded to show she understood and bit her bottom lip, waiting, straining to hear whatever in the hell was going on.

"You think you can handle a pistol.." Lucas asked her, and she widened her eyes. She had never even held a gun in her life! She grabbed a scoopula from the shelf behind the man and held it up for him with a sheepish look. "This is about the most dangerous thing I've held in my hands," she whispered softly, fear entering her voice as she realized just how real this situation was.