Center City

"Coast is clear," thought Kiba to himself. He got out of cover and walked across the street. On a building's wall, he sees some posters, "T-VIRUS ATTACK, EVACUATE.", Kiba kept walking. Then, a helicopter with Umbrella's Corporation logo flew over.

Jenny, or Subject 0001-C as she had recently referred to herself, continued into the city's center, she did not know where she was, or understand the dangers around her. Some instinct of survival told her to avoid the creatures that actively fed upon the still human but she didn't understand why.

A couple of young men peddled as quick as their legs would carry them in her direction, and she stepped aside for them and stood partly in an alley near by as a dozen of the creatures quickly shambled after the bikers. Luck it would seem was on her side. She had managed to retain all four of her bullets, and none of the creatures had forced her to run. She wasn't sure if she would run from them, were they really dangerous or had she simply decided they were.

Waiting a moment she stepped back out into the street and proceeded to an unknown location. She was entirely unsure of where she was going, she wasn't acting on her instinct, more of she was just arbitrarily choosing to do things, because none of the choices made any difference. She did not know where she was, where anything was, or if this was what the entire world was like. Have things always been this way?

She told herself that it couldn't be, the humans still looked afraid and panicked, but not like prey animals. They were not used to this predator, they did not know how to survive as prey animals learn to do. This must be something new she thought to herself. The humans must be engaging the creatures for the first time, and the creatures were hunting new prey. She believed that it was possible for either side to win. How interesting it would be if she lived long enough to see it through.

She turned a corner to find one of the creatures walking out, it was abnormal. Its flesh was not as decayed but rather bulkier, it was expanding as the others rotted away. Unfortunate for her, she stepped backwards away from the beast as it followed after her. "So I'll die then?" She asked the beast in front of her, her arms still at her sides, her body relaxed and ignorant of the danger the bulky monstrosity posed to her. It raised its hands up into the air and she took a calm step to the side, narrowly avoiding its blow, not because it was faster, but because she somehow "felt" what it was about to do.

A gunshot rang out from the top of a building and the bulky creature's eye was missing, a bit of matter dripped from a hole it had gained on the other side of its skull. Jenny looked up to see a man on a roof top who had taken a very precise shot with a Remington. Jenny walked away from the beast and smiled to her savior on the roof tops. He turned his attention to another survivor under pursuit and fired a second shot, stopping the creature from getting its meal. He was a rooftop angel. He'll be dead very soon, Jenny thought to herself as she continued walking. The alleyway led to another street, this one looked nearly devoid of the creatures but there was a strange feel about it, something felt very wrong.

Jason walked down the street when he saw a red haired girl.
It was obvious to him, that she wasn't a zombie when had been attacked by another zombie.
A zombie going against her, so he decided to kill it.

He ran towards the zombie and rose the sledge hammer. The Zombie noticed him, roared for a little while, and were then smashed into a wall and had it's face crushed by the hammer.
He then looked at the girl.
"It's dangueroes out here. The walkers have been extra active for a while now. If i were you i'd be more careful"

He then started checking if the .44 was fully loaded. who knows when he could use it.

Kara continued walking to the clock tower, still unsure why. The streets were relatively bare, none of the creatures, or anyone else for that matter, was anywhere to be seen. This doesn't feel right, she thought. She heard a slight beeping, it felt extremely soft, but she could still hear it. She looked around, she was on a ruined sidewalk, bit of trash and broken concrete littered the area. She lifted up a bunch of paper, and there was an explosive device. At the sight of it Kara jumped backwards, towards a wall, she jumped much higher than she expected, around a meter up, but when she hit the wall, she didn't fall. She looked down, her feet were a meter above the ground, and not getting any closer, she moved her hands, which were previously up against a wall, up to her face, then she fell. She sat up and rubbed her butt with her right hand, "Ow my ass...." she said out loud.
Then she looked at her right arm, and saw the sealed wound, then thought, what the fuck? it barely hurts at all! She had received the wound just 20 minutes before, yet most all the pain had subsided. She was amazed for a moment, then realized, "So I am a fucking test subject..." she said out loud.
It was then that she heard a large bang, most likely from a gun. She walked into the street and saw three men, a large black man wearing a trench coat and holding a pistol and katana, a medium-sized white man with a shotgun, and a small white man with multiple knives.
"Suck on that bitch!" the black man yelled.
"Boss!" the small man said, "Look a chick!"
It took a moment for Kara to realize they were looking at her.
"Umm... hello there," Kara said, meekly smiling.
"She's a pretty one... got a lot of blood on her though" the medium-sized man said.
"Umm... thanks?" Kara said, "You can talk to me directly can't you?"
"They just don't know what to do without the boss's permission," the large black man said, "Which is me by the way," he smiled revealing very dirty teeth.
"Umm... good for you?" Kara said, unsure what to do, "I'm going to be on my way then..."
"Whoa there sugar!" the small man said, "It's dangerous out there."
"Yeah, let us protect you..." the black man finished.
"Yeah thanks, but I can take care of myself," Kara smiled and walked a bit closer to them, because they were in her way.
"Did you just shoot down our boss's kindness, bitch?" the medium-sized man said.
"Now, now, let's not insult the woman..." the black man said, making a small gap for her to move through.
"Thank you," Kara said, moving into the gap. She felt a great force on her stomach as the Black man's fist quickly shoved into her.
"Shoulda' been nicer to me, bitch..." he said, as she fell to the ground, "Any of those freaks around?"
"No sir, coast is clear!" the small man said, turning away from his boss, the medium sized man did the same.
The man kicked Kara's head on the ground and left his foot there, trapping it there, he pulled out the machete from her belt and tossed it to the side, then opened her pants and began pulling them down.
Kara got a flash of a memory, it was Dr. Simon Belshire, he had her strapped to a table, he was on top of her, she didn't like it, but she couldn't scream, or stop him. With this memory, she gained a power, anger, the black man was propelled off of her, he hit a piece of shrapnel that impaled with through the chest. In an instant she was standing up again with her machete in hand, she threw the machete at the smaller man's head, it got impeded into the back of his skull. The medium sized man turned around and fired his shotgun , it missed dreadfully, and Kara was already in front of him, she grabbed the muzzle of the gun and shoved it downward, he fired again, the shots hit his feet.
"You bitch!" he screamed, falling down.
Kara grabbed his shotgun and pointed it at his chest, when she fired, bit of bone and flesh were strewn about, all over her, already bloody clothes, and face. She dropped the shotgun and ripped her machete out of the small man's skull, she was somewhat sad at what she was forced to do...

He holsters the magnum when he sees that its just a small white man with an assortment of sharp knives dash around a corner onto a long street. Jakub runs around the corner and stops seeing that a girl around his age being confronted by the little man he just saw and two other men. The tallest black man looked to be the leader of these small party of misfits. He had a strange feeling about this situtation that the men might try to take advantage of thia young woman. He unholsters his SMG and keeps it by his side.

When the biggest man moves to let this woman by he relaxes a little, but when the man steps towards her and punches her in the gut. He flashes his gun up and flips the safety off of the SMG. The big black man places his foot on the girl's head and starts to unbutton his pants. Jakub was angry that men would use their strength to take advantage of this girl. He starts to press the trigger of the SMG when suddenly, the black man goes flying to a piece of sharpnel dying instantly.

The gun dropped as he watches the girl take care of the two other men. He was impressed. When the woman was done she started to walk towards him. He holsters the SMG and slowly walk out from the corner not wanting to spook the already scared girl. He quietly says, "Impressive"

After dispatching the men, Kara heard a quiet word, "Impressive," she turned to meet the sound, it was a man with black hair and eyes, he had multiple guns on his person and a large sword strapped to his back.
"Who are you...?" Kara inquired, feeling an odd sense of kinsman ship with the unknown man, then she felt a draft on her leg, when she looked down, she realized she had forgotten to put her pants back on, she yelled, "Fuck!" and quickly retrieved them and put them on, she then looked back at the man and smiled an embarrassed smile.

Kara got quite angry at the comment and yelled, "Shut up!"
Her first instinct was to walk in the opposite direction of the lout, however, she felt a sense that she needed to be near him, as if there was a hole in her before he arrived, and it was now filled, and each slow step he took from her, eviscerated her, and made the hole larger.
Not knowing what to say, she decided to move quickly next to him, without saying a word for a little bit. When the time felt right she said, "My name's Kara, what's yours?"

Jason were walking around the city, when he saw a girl and a boy argue.
He laughed a bit to himself, as it reminded abit of the world weren't lost completely, and that somethings still were normal.
At first he thought that they already knew each other, but the girl started asking to the boys name.
He slowly became curious and listened a bit to their conversation, when a zombie decided to attack him.
It snarled, and tried to bite him at the throat, but he grabbed it by the arm and threw it to the ground.
Then he took the Sledgehammer and crushed it's head sounding a large crack.
He then bent down to see if the zombie carried anything he could use, on it.
After searching the zombie he walked over against the two.

Jenny simply stared at the man who killed one of the creatures, she did not flinch or blink. For a moment she stood still, contemplating the prospect of simply shooting this man in the head and being done with it. Yet before she could come to a decision, he was already away, off to deal with some other commotion, it seems as though he would live for another day and she would not need to expend her bullet. Nothing ever seemed like it went the way it seemed, but somehow she felt as though everything that was happening had happened before, as though she had already lived through every event and seen its outcome. Sometimes it seemed as though there was more than one outcome, as if her choices could actually mean something. She knew better than to think that way, she was Subject 0001-C, and nothing she could say or do would alter the course of events to come. She could kill, she could die and none of it, at the end of things, would matter.

She continued walking, stepping behind a pillar just as a helicopter's spotlight passed over where she was. The must be looking for someone, or some thing. She could not figure out if they were looking to kill or rescue, not that either would mean anything. Humanity seemed like it would lose, humans were weak and their numbers dwindling. For each dead, another creature would rise, it was a battle in which humanity would destroy itself.

Jenny walked to a street bathed in blood, four fierce looking, mangy looking dogs looked up at her and she turned to run away. The beasts took a moment before deciding to pursue her. She did not care for having to run away but she let her thoughts wander away from the task at hand and wandered into a dangerous situation. She would have to wait till she got a feeling, something to give her a chance at survival. She ran quickly, but her legs were already feeling the effects. As far as she could recall, she had never run before. She was quite a show too, bright red hair on a pale as could be body with four once-were dogs in pursuit like a pack of hunting wolves. Yet she did not scream or yell or make any noise other than the sound of bare feet on pavement.

Sammie packed her bag with ammo and food. Slipping the straps onto her back, she headed back up to the roof. From there she heard the noises that the pawn shop had kept from her ears. Noise meant other survivors. But it also meant attracting the things. Gulping, the girl shut the roof door behind her so that her safe haven would remain safe.

Moving across the roof, the girl went over to one side. The garbage can was over there. When she had run from the pawn shop to the house for food and clothing, she had pushed it away from the building so nothing could climb up onto it to get to the roof. Now jumping down wasn’t going to be the easiest thing in the world.

Judging the distance, she made sure her weapons were on safety just in case. Right now she was more afraid of shooting herself than she was of the creatures. Making sure everything was secure; she took a deep breath and jumped. She hit the top of the garbage container with a thud and winced. That hurt… a bit. She wasn’t a baby but it was a decent drop.

Glancing around, she made sure the coast was clear from what she could still see. The noises were still going on so if she was lucky she could find other survivors and hopefully her father. Jumping the last short distance to the ground, Sam took out one of her pistols, unlocked the safety and leveled the gun up. She looked around again before heading for the source of the noise. She only hoped she came up behind of the creatures and not in the middle.

Jenny put her foot on a trashcan, kicking it over as she leapt up onto the frame of a low wall that led her on to the roof of a coffee shop and she quickly ran across the roof toward the other side. The dogs were lost far behind her, unable to climb up without the trashcan she had knocked over. Fortune, it would seem, was in her favor for the moment. "Four bullets," Jenny whispered under her breath as she jumped down from the far side of the roof, grabbing a cord hanging off of the building to slow down her fall.

Her land left her in the pathway of Sammie, only a few meters ahead of where the woman was looking. Jenny's eyes slowly glanced up as she calculated. This city seemed more dangerous than she had originally given it credit for, and this girl looked like she was managing to survive in this environment. From what Jenny could tell, it didn't even seem like the creatures had gotten close to her.

"I am...Subject," She paused, "No, it would be easier for you to call me Jenny. You will allow me to accompany you, is that acceptable?" Jenny was strange, but looked rather helpless in her near defenseless state. She rethought her wording, "I would really like some help, please."

Samantha stopped and looked at the other girl. She hadn’t even thought about that. “You’re a genius.” She remarked. Turning, she ran back into the actual shop part of the store and came back with a few silencers. “There are only a few here. See if any of them fit.” Her shot gun couldn’t be repressed and she knew that. But the silencer for her rifle was at the house. That she would have to get and the pistols with silencers caused feeding problems. She cursed under her breath. The only one she could silence was the rifle. Good thing she was great sniper.

The teen went around and collected some more stuff and loaded into a bag. She handed the bag over. “There its ammo and a few other supplies. We need to go to my house for other supplies and better stuff.” Better meaning her father’s guns. There was also a storm shelter under the house too, but she wasn’t tell anyone that because she couldn’t get into it most of the time.

“Oh, where are my manners. My name is Samantha, but you can call me Sammie or Sam, whichever. So why are you dressed like that around here?” Here, meaning with all that had happened. Her mind didn’t stay in the conversation very long before she went back to the idea about the noise.

“You know, I heard something from the tower a little bit ago. You think there could be other survivors?” She really meant her father, because she knew he wouldn’t go down easily. But any others would be a great blessing. “Or any ideas how to get out of here?” She asked, finally stopped to look at the girl.

Jenny looked surprised as the girl called her a genius, was she above average intelligence. The sample data was too short for her to judge, this was one of the few of the humans she had give a chance to speak with her at length. She picked up one of the silencers and looked through it, curious what this could possibly do. She placed it back down in order to pick up the bag, which she found quite heavy.

"Sam is a single syllable, this would work best for our interactions. I am dressed like this because I was previously captive without any coverings, I killed one of the captors and took his shirt. I cannot say why I did this, I am not entirely sure that I can justify any of my actions." She paused to think over everything that had happened. No, very little of it made any sense, best to not dwell on it.

She nodded her head, "Yes. There are other survivors, I have seen a few of them as I have been wandering. There were fewer of the beasts where I came from, but that may no longer be true. I have been relying on outpacing them or climbing to escape up till this point. I do not know what you mean by a way out, however. Is there another place?"

Okay, the other girl was weird to say the least. But weird was something she could deal with given the circumstances. “When we get to my house we’ll get you some clothes. I probably have something you could fit.” She remarked as she put her own bag back on and then slung the rifle back across her back and the shotgun, her favorite one too.

Sammie shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t care. We do what we have to, to survive.” She commented as she handed over another gun. “Keep a couple. There is ammo in the bag for them as well as some food. Not a lot, but it should do for a while.” She didn’t know why she was being so nice, but she needed someone else with her. She didn’t like being alone in this, so giving up some of her supplies was worth having someone else around.

At the news of others she nodded. “I thought so. I heard them. We should try to find them. My father has enough weapons to supply an army. I don’t think he’d mind given the circumstances.” She stated as she climbed back up onto the desk and pulled the stairs down. “After you.”

Since Jenny didn’t understand the part about an exit, she figured she was going to have to think of something on her own. Maybe the sewers, but she didn’t know the layout. There would be one in the city hall, though. If they could make it that far, but first she wanted as many survivors together as she could.

Ring Ring Ring A Cell phone begins to ring as Jenny and Sammie walk past an alley way. The Number reads 0886158185651. Will You answer it?

Jenny gave the woman a shurg, not really caring about clothing. It didn't seem like something to worry about. She pushed her hair back over her shoulders and took a hold of the handles of a couple of guns, though she didn't think she was likely to fire them unless trapped.

"Enough weapons for an army? Did he know that this was going to occur? Many of the humans seem as if they were caught unaware by this rise in activity among the creatures. I had assumed that they were a new predator to the area. Will your father have more information on them?" Jenny theorized that if she could find out more information about these creatures, it would lend to the extension of her survival.

Jenny paused before beginning down the stairs, for the first time she wondered about her own survival as someone inside the situation, instead of thinking that she was simply observing. It seemed probable that she would die and she came to the conclusion that this was acceptable. As she looked around at the bottom of the stairs she asked plainly, "Are you afraid of dying, Sam?"

As they walked past the cell phone Jenny aimed a gun at it but lowered the weapon and looked to Sam. They would need to get out of there, and soon. The ringing was like a beacon for the creatures.

Jenny walked over to the phone and picked it up, "There are thirteen numbers on its display, do they mean anything to you?" She held to phone out to Sammie, unaware of if this was some sort of trap or simply one of those random chance things that occurs. "I think you should be the one to answer this." She hadn't used one of these devices before.

Jenny kept her eyes scanning around, at entrances to the area and at the roof tops, so as to avoid ambush by both creatures and humans.

Samantha just looked at the phone, the numbers and then back to Jenny, all before shrugging to herself. She knew this could be a very bad idea indeed. Going against her better judgment, she answered the phone. She kept it away from her head at first just in case of some trap and then slowly moved it over to her ear.

“Hello?” She whispered almost afraid of really speaking now. The creatures would be coming soon if they had heard the phone going off, and they needed to get to higher ground. Though she was surprised, she had thought the cell phone towers were out. She had guessed it was why none of her family had been calling even though she had forgotten her phone at the house. It still bothered her. Something didn’t sit right with the girl and she was afraid to hear what the voice on the other end had to say.

"Hello, Samantha Kendal, I'm Wilfred Danners, a scientist from Umbrella Corp, I need you and your new friend Jennifer Wiendel to do me a very important favor, !" the crisp harsh voice spoke swiftly. "A favor?" she replied. "Yes, you are in Center City Near The Pearson Clock tower correct?" his speech was rather creruel and manipulating.