*Coughs from the debris and smoke, rising from the cover to open fire on the back of Mr. Jones' head.. emptying a few rounds until he's finally down and out, the throaty growl of 'Judgment!' catches his attention.. as he almost meets the gaze of the abomination, as he looks out the door still ajar..*

"Get that door closed, now!!"


*Takes cover again, checking to make sure CC is alright.. then attempts to check on GSMY.. hearing Tidus whining about something, he doesn't really pay him much attention.. he hasn't done so ever since he lost all credibility, and shreds of human decency earlier on in the situation.. not entirely caring where he goes, or who with, he just ignores his comments and questions.. practically shoving him out of the way to check on LJ..*

"Tidus.. shut the **** up. I don't care what you do, or who you do it with.. you are of absolutely no help to anyone.. all you do is item hoard, and when you are actually needed for something, you are either nowhere to be found, or too worthless to raise a trigger finger.. do not talk to me, or come near me again.. or you will be dreadfully sorry. That's your first, and only warning.."


*After completely brushing him off and disowning him from the humanity of the group altogether, he sums up the situation as best he can, and observes the carnage at hand outside.. seeing Tur sprinting around like a madman, while the others shamble towards the Inn.. he heads to the door, watching closely, ,ready to open it to let them in as quick as humanly possible.. being sure to take cover behind the steel of the door the whole time..*
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«« Â.Ž.P.ü.ñ.ï.š.h.ê.r ™ •¯`·._.·•
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[Status]: Fine
[Equipped]: Modified Handgun (<15/15), Survival Knife (Def. Item)
[Items]: $500, Starter Kit, Clip (7/15), Green Herbs x2, Computer Circuit, Cookie, Lv.2 Keycard
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«« Â.Ž.P.ü.ñ.ï.š.h.ê.r ™ •¯`·._.·•
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Closing out... Yes, I did say a half hour, but I gave buffer time for any late posts... Update'll be up around usual time.
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I think FFDragon just became my new Idol. Screw Clockspider. ~Crimson Sword

Note: My wording may have made it sound like the Judge was able to go airborne. He's entirely land based... My apoligies if it sounded differently. Word of the Update: phantasmagoria

The Inn- Most of the group took cover behind the reception counter, as smoke and debris filled the room. lj however, is trapped with his back against the wall as Jim charges at him at full speed, claws raised. He tries his damndest to dive out of the way, but Jim is too fast for him, and lj takes a nasty claw swipe to his back, drawing blood almost instantly... lj cries out in evident pain as he falls face forward onto the ground... Jim wastes no time as he tries to swipe at the downed lj. lj manages to roll over onto his injured back, despite the burning sensation that is overwhelming him, to avoid Jim's next swipe. lj takes his crowbar and uses it to swat the claw of Jim away during the next series of attacks... Jim snarls, and this allows lj time to get back to his feet. The back of his shirt is completely crimson now, and those behind the counter are just starting to recuperate from the incoming shrapnel. Tidus is the first to pop up from behind the counter, shotgun ready to fire. He quickly focuses in on lj vs Jim, but does nothing to aid lj in his struggle. As a matter of fact, Tidus pulls his shotgun off of the counter, and sits back down. AZ and MF stand up next, and are shocked to see a bleeding lj getting beat down by Crimson Jim. Without so much as a word, AZ and MF act on the same idea, bursting out from behind the counter with their guns drawn. GSMY and NES also follow close behind, brandishing their shovel and axe respectively. Crimson Jim takes another lunge at lj, and lj can barely deflect the blow with his crowbar... lj is getting weak...

"lj Duck!" AZ yells out, aiming his gun at lj

lj takes a quick look over at his comrades and then falls to his stomach, ducking a claw swipe to the head in the process...

"Open fire!" MF barks out the order

AZ and MF shoot almost at the same moment, catching an unsuspecting Jim in the chest and sending him stumbling backwards. GSMY rushes forward and smacks Jim in the head with his shovel, while NES takes a slash at his leg. Jim does not fall, and tries to bite at the neck of NES. MF fires another two shots into the chest of Jim, which finally knocks him to the ground... Everyone was safe... Until Jim rose again... GSMY switched to his knife and plunged it into the chest of Jim, who stumbled a few steps back... AZ manages to get behind Jim in the impending confusion and shoots out the kneecap of Jim, sending him to the ground for good... Jim thrashes on the ground, and refuses to die in peace... He slides across the floor, reaching out for the still downed lj, the knife in his chest dragging across the ground... AZ walks over to the crawling Jim, and places a final bullet into the brain of Jim... Jim finally stops moving... He was dead. Again... For good. The room was silent again... Silent, for the first time in many hours... Burnt body parts and shrapnel fill the room, as well as Jim's body, and a lot of blood... lj stays on his stomach, as his back is torn open with four claw slashes that run almost the entire length of his back. AZ and GSMY head over to lj and each take an arm, lifting him to his feet. lj grimmaces... The pain... Was horrible...

"Are you ok?!" GSMY yells out in worry

"It... burns... but... I'll be... fine..." lj assures, "I... just got... careless..."
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I think FFDragon just became my new Idol. Screw Clockspider. ~Crimson Sword

NES heads to the re-dead corpse of Jim, and hacks off his head... Ending any possibility that Jim may ever rise again. NES takes a sick pleasure in doing this... lj watches this act and doesn't know whether to be satisfied or disgusted by that display of severe decapitation. Tidus gets up from behind the counter, with his shotgun resting on his shoulder. He shakes his head in disgust, as he leans his elbows on the marble.

"Now we will all pay for listening to AZ." Tidus sneers, "You all should have listened to me when I suggested leaving."

"Tidus... Shut the **** up. I don't care what you do, or who you do it with. You are of absolutely no help to anyone. All you do is item hoard, and when you are actually needed for something, you are either nowhere to be found, or too worthless to raise a trigger finger. Do not talk to me, or come near me again... Or you will be dreadfully sorry. That's your first, and only warning..." AZ snapped back at Tidus, who took the verbal lashing in stride... almost as if he expected it.

"JUDGMENT!"

They had almost forgotten about that guy... But that single word snaps them back into action. MF and AZ notice that they have all left the door wide open after the explosion, and incident with lj... That was not smart with the Judge on the top of the hill...

"Get that door closed, now!!" AZ orders

"LJ, SHUT THE DOOR!" MF calls out, seeing that NES is the closest to it. NES runs ahead and slams the door shut, as MF surveys his crew. "Is everyone alright? lj, you took a pretty nasty blow there... We should get you taken care of... But, we have to move, like now. That thing is out there, and I am sure that he knows we are here. I think we need to get out, like now. The sun is almost up, so Tidus, I will keep my word and head to the forest with you. But after that, I want to go check out the area on the map with no name."

"I'm fine..." lj reiterated, "It just burns... It's already stopped bleeding... I just need to rest for a minute..."

AZ cannot believe that MF is seriously going to team with Tidus... He is about to yell at MF, when something outside catches his eye... AZ runs over to the window, and his jaw hits the floor...

"Oh... my... god... The Judge is right there..." AZ is stunned

"We know dumbass..." Tidus has to throw in his necessary AZ jab

AZ shows restraint in ignoring Tidus... "The Judge is right there... With Nate, Tur, Natus, Steve, and TJ!!"

"WHAT?!" Comes the collective cry in unison... Even lj makes his way to the window...

"No... No, no, no, no... NO!" GSMY screams... "We have to help them!"

"And die with them?!" Tidus roars out, "No thank you!"

"There is someone else with them... And he looks familiar..." AZ gasps, and runs to the file table and item box, searching for the UT Photograph. He finds it and rushes back to the window... AZ has to squint, because it is dark, and it was some distance away... But the resemblence was unmistakable... AZ is left speechless as he watches the scene unfold...
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I think FFDragon just became my new Idol. Screw Clockspider. ~Crimson Sword

In between Hospital and Inn- The worst thing in the world had just happened... They had almost made it to the Inn, and the Judge had appeared... Nothing else could quite possibly go wrong... Could it? Steve wrenches out of the grasp of TJ and Nate, and falls to his knees coughing... He then looks between all of the faces, before settling on the Judge's... Steve is left speechless, and as he turns to run he freezes in his tracks when he comes eye to eye with Troy...

"You?!" Steve chokes out, "What the hell are YOU doing here?!"

"Not the time for reunions guys... We can do this later..." Tur says in a hurry, never taking his eyes off of the Judge, "Guys... I- I... I- I’ll draw Judge’s fire... Get to the Inn. Get Steve and Troy in there. Make sure everyone inside is safe... There was an explosion there. Hurry!"

"Troy?" Steve gasps out

"Tur!" Nate screamed out as he was about to run, "Don't get yourself killed!"

Steve gets back up to two feet and stares into the eyes of Troy with the hatred unlike any other. Nate and TJ each grab an arm of Steve and take off for the Inn, with Natus following close behind. It is a slow process, as Steve falls over many, many times. Tur takes a deep breath, and was about to go gung-ho martyr style on the Judge, when Troy rushed over to him, and tripped him with one of his crutches. Tur hit the ground hard, and the Judge seemed to take pleasure in this...

"JUDGMENT!!" He bellowed

"What the **** TROY?!" Tur screamed from the ground, "Get the **** out of here, NOW!"

Troy's response was to draw his magnum from his ankle holster and hold it at the downed Tur. What happened next not only shocked Tur, but made him want to vomit.

"Raise primary weaponry." Troy yelled in a forceful tone, "Aquire new Target, Steve Larken. Mortally wound, but do not kill. Let him suffer..."

The Judge turned toward the fleeing trio of survivors and unleashed his favorite two-syllable word, before firing up his gattling gun and unleashing a firestorm of bullets. With unhuman percision, The Judge manages to shoot out the legs of Steve, severing them at the kneecaps, and tearing into the arteries. Steve cried out in pain, and fell to the cold earth below. However, TJ and Nate did not abandon Steve, as they returned to his side and picked him up and carried him the rest of the way to the Inn, with Natus providing rear protection. They make to the door, where AZ throws it open for them, allowing them to enter. Immediately, everyone tries to tend to the again injured Steve... Back outside though, the smoke from the Judge's gat is just starting to dissipate, as the Judge comes over and stands next to Troy. Tur is speechless as he stares into the barrel of a .357, and the multiple barrels of a gattling gun...

"Troy... You... Basta-" Tur starts, but is too afraid to continue

"If you had just let poor Steven die, none of this would have had to happen like it did... But you couldn't do that, could you Tur? Could you? You just couldn't let someone in incredibly agony die a peaceful death, in his sleep? My bullet would've been enough to end his treacherous life, and his bite would have given him the immense honor to rise again in death to walk again among the land of the living..." Troy is going off on Tur
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I think FFDragon just became my new Idol. Screw Clockspider. ~Crimson Sword

"Troy...?" Tur's mind was washed with so many different thoughts, and memories, trying to piece together the puzzle... "What is--"

"Shut up! Just shut up... You will learn that you cannot cross the Unholy Trio, and expect to leave with you life... or your soul..." Tur's words faded off into the night sky

Tur's mind was finally starting to connect facts. Steve was shot in the abdomen and had a BOW bite him under the orders of one of the Unholy Trio... Trevor Martin. Troy just claimed responsibilty for those actions... Troy always seemed to know everything that was going to happen minutes beforehand... No... It couldn't be...

"Tro-- Trevor..." Tur concluded, "You bastard."

Tur had been betrayed. His initial opinions of 'Troy' had been right all along... Trevor grinned his cocky grin at Tur, and spun his magnum around on his fingers.

"Most of my story was at least partially correct. My leg is actually injured... Steve shot me in a vain struggle for his life... And my two companions did in fact leave me at the hospital... But Kris and Trent just wanted me to do a little 'recognizance' on some of our test subjects in the Village. They figured you'd take more sympathy on a wounded man, and hot damn, they were right!" Trevor cackled in some sickening glee

"But the Licker, the zombies! The Judge!" Tur pleads for more information... But at the mere mention of it's name, the Judge lets out a low roar... Tur gulped...

"The Licker was a plant. Kris and Trent released it into the room with me just before you fools arrived. All I had to do was remain still until you all showed up. It's weakness is in it's poor eyesight. You all came in and fell for the entire thing... Granted, I was a tad slow in dispatching that mutated life, and it caught me in the leg again... Boo-hoo... The bullet was worse. I knew the zombies were there, and I also knew I had enough ammo to put them down. And the Judge? Who do you think got the big man into position to kill Key? Yours truly, of course..."

Tur cannot believe his ears... Troy- er, Trevor- had orchestrated Key's death?!

"And let me tell you something, Tur. It took all of my willpower to refrain from blowing off the side of your head after you shocked the hell out of me... Playing dead was hard enough... Especially with you and Key toying around with MY weaponry... That was a painful experience to say the least..."

"You said you didn't remember..."

"I played you like the fiddle you are. A mighty fine tune I played."

"You saved my life..."

"I saved my investment. Everything would've gone perfectly had Steve died. I would have been able to return with you to the Inn and mingle with all of the test subjects... All of our specimens... But Steve didn't die... And Steve didn't turn into a beautiful T-Dragon Wonder. No... Instead he regained his condition and his consciousness... I could've never returned to the Inn with you AND Steve. He would have called me out in a heartbeat. I mean... I did try to end his pitiful life and all. It's only natural to want revenge. You saw it. As soon as his eyes fell on me, he was ready to do battle. Unfortunately for him... I too was ready. And it looks like I win..."

"How could you? How could you possibly do this? To the people you work with? To your friends?"

"Kris and Trent are my only true friends... And the only other two worthy of leaving this hell alive. Sorry Tur, but you fail."

Trevor stops the incessent spinning of his magnum... finally. Tur gets to one knee, readying Mr. Shocky behind his back.
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I think FFDragon just became my new Idol. Screw Clockspider. ~Crimson Sword

"But why would you have to observe us? Why follow us? Why pretend to like us if all you are going to do is kill us?" Tur was no longer yearning info... He was just trying to ask enough questions to catch Trevor off guard

"Did you not hear our announcement? We need data on the combat abilities of at least 90% of our T-Dragon BOWs. We need to know how they differ from thier normal counterparts. It's the only true way to escape from here... But I don't expect someone with such low intelect as yourself to understand the magnitude of the T-Dragon Virus. It is not only a great virus in itself, but it is the base Virus to the fabled Omega Strain... The Armageddon can be manufactured by our hands... We are gods among men."

Tur could not believe the load of crap spewing out of Trevor's mouth... The same mouth that had been shooting off smart ass jokes an hour ago... The man he had trusted... No. He had trusted Troy, not Trevor. He was not the same man... He had to be stopped. Tur lunged at Trevor with no regard to self preservation, Mr. Shocky ready to go to work. However... The Judge was aware of this, and protected his maker... The Judge caught Tur's arm and lifted him off of the ground by it. Dangling in the air, Tur took Mr. Stabby and drove it into the shoulder of the Judge, hoping for it to drop him... No such luck. The Judge doesn't even register pain. Trevor laughs uncontrolably...

"Fool... But you're lucky I like you... I have a special death planned for you my good Turducken." Trevor looked up at the Judge, "Drop him... With some force."

The Judge does just that... He slams Tur into the ground from eight feet up, knocking the wind out of him. As Tur gasps for breath on the ground, Trevor leans over him and whispers in his ear...

"Be sure not to die anytime soon... You still have to tell the others how easily I toyed with your head... How simple it was for me to manipulate you... How Key's death is all your fault..." Trevor smiled, and then pistol whipped Tur in the back of the head, knocking him out with a phantasmagoria, "Good Night Tur. You've been a great asset to my research... Until we meet again, may the Unholy Trio have mercy on your soul..."

Trevor reholsters his magnum and begins to crutch away, towards the mansion... He stops however and turns back to the Judge...

"Return to base for equipment refitting." Trevor ordered the Judge, "Then resume main objective: Eliminate All Survivors..."

"JUDGMENT!"

The Judge removes the toothpick that is Mr. Stabby from his shoulder and drops it to the ground by Tur's head... Trevor and the Judge then head up the hill together, having sent their message loud and clear... Trevor laughs manically at the events that had just unfolded... Pretty soon, they are out of eyesight from the Inn... The Judge's gigantic silhoutte is gone... for now. But Tur is knocked out, in the open, with a line of blood trickling from the back of his head... He was just inviting an early death...

[Status]: Caution {Knocked Out}
[Equipped]: Duel Samurai Edge(6/18, 0/18; Burst Mode), Stun Gun(Def. Item, 50% Battety)
[Items]: Starter Kit[Crumpled Paper, Encrypted Note, Bloody Note], $500, Voice Memo Recorder, Water Emblem, Mr. Stabby
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I think FFDragon just became my new Idol. Screw Clockspider. ~Crimson Sword

The Inn- Everyone is shocked and stunned by what has just happened... No one knows what to do, or even where to start... Steve however is bleeding profusly from what used to be his legs...

"My god... Oh my god!" He wails, "Oh my God, I'm going to die! Why in the world were you with Trevor? WHY?!"

Nate can barely hold back his tears... He had been deceived... And it was costing Steve his life...

"Is Tur even alive?" GSMY says through misty eyes, "He took a beating out there..."

"I know this sounds horrible, but if we are going to get any information from Steve... It HAS to be now... He doesn't have much time left..." Natus states the obvious

"But Tur could still be alive too!" MF adds

"I STILL say we have to leave here..." Tidus throws in his two cents

"I STILL don't care." AZ retorted

"Is there anything we can do to save him?!" Nate cut everyone off, of course refering to Steve

"Two of his main arteries were severed... The most we could do is turnicate his legs... But with his blood loss, he won't make it very long..." Natus confirms

"So do it!" lj adds through his own pain

"Everyone scrambles to find turnicate material... They manage to find two discarded belts in Room 004 and use them to cut off the blood flow to Steve's legs. It had stopped the bleeding... but Steve had already lost so much blood... His death now was inevitable... How long he had though was a guessing game... If they wanted information from him, now was the time... Steve was sobing... He had accepted his fate... He knew he was dying...

"Someone should get Tur..." Natus suggested

"Someone should question Steve..." GSMY added

"Someone should tell me what the **** happened at the Hospital to lead to this!" AZ practically screamed

"Someone should tell me what happened here to lead to an explosion!" Nate shot back

"EVERYONE SHOULD SHUT UP!" lj snapped, his shirt still a bright crimson... "We all have to come up with something and work with it."

Sorry lj, but that is easier said then done...

Nate-
[Status] Fine
[Equip] Aluminum Baseball bat, Dagger (Def. Item)
[Items] Starter Set[Doctor's Memo], $600, 'LT:E' Key, [Yellow Herb, Blue Herb]

Natus-
[Status]: Fine
[Equipped]: Self Defense Magnum (2/2), Steel Pipe(Def. Item)
[Items]: Starter Kit, $500

CC-
[Status]: Fine {Asleep}
[Equipped]: Crossbow
[Items]: Starter Kit, $500, Yellow Plug, Patron's Diary, Quiver(4/4), Circular Crank, Fire Emblem, Lighter

MF-
[Status]: Fine
[Equipped]: Handgun (12/15)
[Items]: {Jacket Item- None}, Starter Kit, Empty Flashlight, 'RT:E' Key, Clip(3/15)

lj-
[Status]: Okay
[Equipped]: Crowbar
[Items]: Starter Kit, $500, log book, Warehouse Office Key, Blue Gemstone

AZ-
[Status]: Fine
[Equip]: Modified Handgun (12/15), Survival Knife(Def. Item)
[Items]: $500, Starter Kit, Clip (7/15), Green Herbs x2, Computer Circuit, Cookie, Lvl2 Keycard

GSMY-
[Status]: Okay
[Equipped]: Shovel, Sheathed Knife(Def. Item)
[Items]: Starter Kit, $500, First Aid Kit, Hidden Note

NES-
[Status]: Fine
[Equipped]: Rusty Axe
[Items]: Starter Kit, $500, Self Defense Grenade, First Aid Spray, Red Gemstone

Tidus-
[Status]: Fine
[Equipped]: Shotgun (7/7)
[Items]: Shotgun Shells (11/14), Video Tape, Blank yellow book, Red/Green Herb Mix, 'OR' Key
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I think FFDragon just became my new Idol. Screw Clockspider. ~Crimson Sword

After laying the mutilated Steve down upon the couch that would be his death bed, Nate took a knee next to it, holding Steve's hand for comfort, the tears welling in his eyes clouding his vision.

"My god... Oh my god! Oh my God, I'm going to die! Why in the world were you with Trevor? WHY?!"

Nate tried to comfort him in his dying moments by telling him he had deceived them all. Nate apologized incessantly, insisting it was all his fault. Tears rolled down his cheeks and sniffed his now profusely runny nose. He squeezed his dying friend's hand, trying to give him even the slightest big of comfort in his last few moments.

"Is Tur even alive? He took a beating out there..." GSMY points out.

Nate turned his head to face the others, still holding Steve's hand.

"I know this sounds horrible, but if we are going to get any information from Steve... It HAS to be now... He doesn't have much time left..." Seymour insisted.

A brief argument ensued which Nate promptly cut off by asking whether there was anything they could do to ease his pain. After a not-so-reassuring word from Seymour, Nate bellowed that they hurry and find something to be used as a makeshift tourniquet. They promptly returned with a pair of belts. Two of the others wrapped them around his stumps to stop the bleeding, all the while Steve was sobbing, and Nate was squeezing his hand.

"Tidus, make yourself useful and help somebody go get Tur and make sure he's alright," Nate ordered. He turned back to Steve.

"Is there anything else you want, Steve? Let us help you... please. Let us help you," Nate said through numerous sobs.

After liberally obliging his last wishes, he began to question him as to what exactly had caused his original injury.

"Why did Trevor want you dead? What's going on here? Please, Steve... don't die on us. Stay with me!"

*****

GamePlan

1.) After comforting Steve until his final breath, make sure that Tur is alright and his wounds are treated.

2.) Fix up LJ and anybody else who needs it.

3.) Find out what happened to the others while we were gone, and explain what went down at the hospital. Explain Key's death, leaving out his insubordination. Share files found on both sides.

4.) Check safe compartment after hearing that it's been unlocked. After checking my cubby, call AZ in and discuss what we do next. ;-)

5.) Propose we either go back to the hospital to use Tidus' video tape and key, or to the towers to use the RT and LT keys.

*****

NATE
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[Status] Fine
[Equip] Louie the Slugger, Dagger
[Items] Starter Set[Doctor's Memo], $600, 'LT:E' Key, [Yellow Herb, Blue Herb]

tired of the bickering and yelling in the inn lj goes off to check on tur. At first walking in a complete stagger he begins to slowly recover some of his strength as he walks towards tur. " damn and I thought they did a number on me." lj says as he sees tur lying unconscious on the ground. lj gets on one knee and checks tur for a pulse. "Well they let you live too. I guess we're nothing more then mice in a maze to them." lj gathers tur things and put them in turs pockets. lj also takes one of turs guns. "Don't worry I'm only borrowing it till we're in the "safety" of the inn."lj puts one of turs arms over his shoulder and lifts him up." We can worry about my wound after we fix you up."


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President is Bush, vice president is Dick, so a whole lot of ******* is what we gonna get- Talib Kweli

GSMY was furious at what was happening around insanity, accusations, everything. As far as he was concerned the Unholy Trio had won, they broke the team's spirit, they decieved half of the group. But in the end it was his fault..... if he....... if he..... if he hadn't been in the lab that day and ordered that Dragon DNA in his quest to remove Ivan from his life. Karter wouldn't have forced him to test its compatability, and found that perfect match. He didn't matter he knew he was here because the truth had to die. With that he walked through the chaos toward the sleeping CC, he took his labcoat off of her, put it on and pulled out a foldable walking stick with a huge handle. There was a hidden compartment with the Anditote to the T-Virus, if he could somehow get to the Research Center and access the T-Dragon Virus he could create an anditote for it. In the right form it could stop The Judge.


ALRIGHT EVERYONE SHUT THE **** UP!!!!!!*slience falls the room. I know we hate each, I know things are messed up, we hate this place, we hate each other, but if we ever want to see life again we are going to have to deal with each other to do it!!




Game Plan:

1. Check on Tur

2. Interogate Steve

3. Check on CC and see if she woke up. If so tell her everything that has happened.

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What do you want here something witty? **** you I ain't that smart.

Watching the chaos unfold around me, I have no idea what to do. There is a man dying here in front of me, my other researchers have been beaten and broken, the Hospital group had a close encounter with the Judge....

"LJ, wait up." I run outside the Inn, and assist LJ in bringing Tur back inside. Once safely back, we lay Tur out on the floor next to the couch. "He's in shock, we need to get him to regain consciousness.LJ, let me take a look at your back."

The four marks on his back had already clotted up, but they sure looked nasty. "They don't look that deep, but we need something to stop the infection." I ask out loud, "Those with healing items, please donate some. Both Tur and LJ need medical attention!"

I leave Nate and the others to question Steve, who really doesn't look long for this world. I can't help but admire Nate, SN, and Tur for really wanting to help Steve, but really, unless he has some dynamite information that can help destory the Judge, he would have been better off dying in the store....

Hearing Tidus' remarks about getting to the towers, where the gun turrets are, I actually believe that he may be right. We need more firepower to take that thing down. "Alright. I am heading off to the Right Tower and see if this key can get us in there. If there is a way to take that gun down, or even program it to take out the Judge, we need to try. Nate, SN, you two should hang back for awhile, and open up your safe compartments. I cracked the safe while you were out..." sounding a little more smug than I intended.

"But anyone else who wants to come with me, feel free."

While waiting for anyone to answer, I take the CLIP with only three bullets, remove the three shots, and add them to the CLIP in my handgun, which fully reloads it. "Might need the item space..."

Status: Fine
Equipped: Handgun (15/15)
Items: (Jacket), Starter Kit, Cash, Empty Flashlight, RT:E Key

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There's more to life than video games! Like television!

BEFORE ANYONE LEAVES ANYONE WHO HASNT CHECKED THEIR SAFE COMPARTMENT CHECK IT NOW!!!!!!!---
i like chicken:) and....................RESIDENT EVIL!!!

The Judge…our own personal nemesis…the only obstacle between us and the Inn. And salvation. Or at least…regrouping with the others. What to do? What to do? My peripheral vision caught Steve falling to his knees, coughing up a storm.

Great. He recovered in time to get turned into swiss-cheese by gun-happy Judge. But not if I could stop it. Reckless, stupid, suicidal. Of course. But they were many, I was one. My life wasn’t as important. If I could help my allies…no. My friends…survive, then I had to try.

And maybe I’d get lucky for once and live through this crazy stunt, myself. Lovely Lady Luck owed me that much, I prayed.

"You?!" Steve choked, staring at Troy, "What the hell are YOU doing here?!"

Strange. He sounded pretty unhappy to see Troy. Why? Like in so many other instances, now was not the time.

"Not the time for reunions guys... We can do this later..." I told them swiftly, my stare never leaving the Judge, who fortunately had yet to move. It was time for my noble sacrifice, unless Lady Luck was on my side… I spoke, stuttering slightly, definitely scared, but determined to see this through. "Guys... I-I... I-I’ll draw Judge’s fire... Get to the Inn. Get Steve and Troy in there. Make sure everyone inside is safe... There was an explosion there. Hurry!"

"Troy?" Steve gasped. He sounded confused. What? His name was Troy…maybe Steve was just saying that because didn’t know Troy’s name. I dunno. Still, something about the way he said that, it seemed like it was in protest…

What was going on here???

"Tur!" Nate screamed out as he was about to run, "Don't get yourself killed!"

If I could possibly avoid it, Nate. If I could possibly avoid it…

More unusual happenings. Steve was back on his feet, which was good, but I got this bad vibe from him. Bad mojo, directed at Troy. What the hell?!

Anyway, Nate and TJ head off with Steve. Seymour was on them like white on rice, providing any need cover. Troy was slow to go, still by me when I decided to take on the Judge.

Come on, Troy, get the hell outta here.

My left arm swung up at the Judge’s head, my heart beating at insane RPMs of sorts. I was ready to be judged if I had to. Not even sure if Troy was still here or not, my finger began to squeeze the trigger.

2 bursts, and then run like hell. My brilliant plan…

And just like that, I was tasting dirt in my mouth. The **** just happened?? Troy tripped me with a crutch! An accident?? I didn’t know anymore. But he still wasn’t leaving!

"JUDGMENT!!" Came the cry all too close. It sounded…happy? FAH-REE-KAY…

"What the ****, TROY?!" I yelled up at Troy, "Get the **** out of here, NOW!"

And Lady Luck just kicked me in the balls, in a manner of speaking. As Nate might say, I was seriously fubarred. Troy had just drawn his uber-magnum, and rather than open fire on the Judge, he aimed it at…me.

My jawed dropped. I was frozen. Aiming it at me… His next words sent chills through my entire soul.

"Raise primary weaponry." Troy yelled in a forceful tone, "Acquire new Target, Steve Larken. Mortally wound, but do not kill. Let him suffer..."

TROY WAS GIVING ORDERS TO JUDGE!!! N-no…it couldn’t be…

The all-too-familiar scream of "JUDGMENT!!" echoed through the night air again as the mammoth monster unleashed his deadly fire on Steve and the others.

“LOOK OUT!” I screamed futilely. No use. Steve, Nate, Natus, and TJ were screwed…

But incredulously, Judge had managed to ONLY hit Steve, as per his orders, I guess. But that was one hell of a good aim with a chain gun! Steve’s cries wracked into me, enraging me. Troy still had the damn gun in my face. What could I do?

(cont'd)

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It's a turkey, stuffed with a duck, stuffed with a chicken!
- About my user name

I was glad to see the others had been spared, and did not leave Steve to his fate. They dragged him into the Inn at last. It was just me, Troy, and the Judge. I felt so alone out here, so betrayed. All I could rely on now were Mr. Stabby, Mr. Shocky, and the Sam brothers.

On the upside, I no longer felt bad at all for zapping Troy.

Even so, there was naught I could do, now that the Judge had joined his…master. I had a .357 and a gatling gun aimed at me. I shook involuntarily, but my face remained fairly composed, glaring at Troy with contempt.

"Troy... You... Basta-" I sure liked calling people bastards. This probably wasn’t a good time to do so. I’d get shot by one of them most likely. I wisely decided not to risk it.

Troy began his speech, in a chiding tone. He was almost scolding me. God damn…

"If you had just let poor Steven die, none of this would have had to happen like it did... But you couldn't do that, could you Tur? Could you? You just couldn't let someone in incredibly agony die a peaceful death, in his sleep?”

No…not if I had a chance to save him. None of us could.

“My bullet would've been enough to end his treacherous life, and his bite would have given him the immense honor to rise again in death to walk again among the land of the living..."

His treachery?? Ha! What a ****ing hypocrite!

"Troy...?" Things were just out of reach from my mental grip. "What is--"

But Troy was quick to cut me off. “Shut up! Just shut up... You will learn that you cannot cross the Unholy Trio, and expect to leave with you life... or your soul..."

Sorting the facts rapidfire now, it became frighteningly clear. Steve was shot in the abdomen and had a BOW bite him under the orders of one of the Unholy Trio... Trevor Martin. Troy just claimed responsibility for those actions... Troy always seemed to know everything that was going to happen minutes beforehand... No… It couldn't be...

Another one of the Trio. Trevor Martin. "Tro-- Trevor..." I concluded, "You bastard." Absolute hate dripped from my voice.

Felt good to finally get that out, though I wondered if he’d have me killed outright. Screw him. My gut instinct, the same one I’d worked so hard to ignore, and finally subdue, had been correct. Troy, no, sorry…Trevor had been playing us from minute one.

Trevor grinned his cocky grin at me, and spun his magnum around on his fingers. It was the perfect opening. I knew I could have brought Sam up and put an Unholy Trio of lead in the traitorous ****’s face before he knew what was what. Of course, Judge here would no doubt turn me into fertilizer immediately after.

But it would inevitable anyway. I was as good as dead. Might as well take one of the Trio down with me.

Too bad that while I was mulling things over, my window of opportunity slammed in my face. Looking right at me intently, I highly doubted I could bring the Sam up now. He’d be able to stop spinning his stupid magnum, maybe. A risk I couldn’t take. Maybe I could still get out alive. Just had to wait for the perfect chance.

Trevor continued. "Most of my story was at least partially correct. My leg is actually injured... Steve shot me in a vain struggle for his life... And my two companions did in fact leave me at the hospital... But Kris and Trent just wanted me to do a little 'recognizance' on some of our test subjects in the Village. They figured you'd take more sympathy on a wounded man, and hot damn, they were right!" Trevor cackled in some sickening glee.

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It's a turkey, stuffed with a duck, stuffed with a chicken!
- About my user name

Kris…Karter. Damn him! Two of the Trio I’d encountered now. Still, everything didn’t quite add up. "But the Licker, the zombies! The Judge!" I croaked, intent on learning what I could. As soon as I spoke its name, Judge lets out a low roar... I gulped, and shuddered. That thing would haunt me for a long while.

Trevor explained, "The Licker was a plant. Kris and Trent released it into the room with me just before you fools arrived. All I had to do was remain still until you all showed up. Its weakness is in its poor eyesight. You all came in and fell for the entire thing... Granted, I was a tad slow in dispatching that mutated life, and it caught me in the leg again... Boo-hoo…”

Yeah, too bad it didn’t take your damn head off, you lying ****.

“The bullet was worse. I knew the zombies were there, and I also knew I had enough ammo to put them down. And the Judge? Who do you think got the big man into position to kill Key? Yours truly, of course..."

My eyes began to water. Trevor was responsible for what happened to Key…

I could feel a vein throbbing on the side of my head. Everything was a lie. And now I was going to die.

"And let me tell you something, Tur. It took all of my willpower to refrain from blowing off the side of your head after you shocked the hell out of me...”

He remembered that? Damn it, just another lie he’d told us. I guess now I’d find out if he would indeed shoot me for that, as I wondered what seemed like ages ago.

“Playing dead was hard enough... Especially with you and Key toying around with MY weaponry... That was a painful experience to say the least..."

"You said you didn't remember..."

"I played you like the fiddle you are. A mighty fine tune I played."

"You saved my life..."

Trevor scoffed. "I saved my investment. Everything would've gone perfectly had Steve died. I would have been able to return with you to the Inn and mingle with all of the test subjects... All of our specimens...”

Subjects…specimens?! We were not those things! We were not to be the Trio’s guinea pigs! **** you, Trevor!!

“But Steve didn't die... And Steve didn't turn into a beautiful T-Dragon Wonder. No... Instead he regained his condition and his consciousness... I could've never returned to the Inn with you AND Steve. He would have called me out in a heartbeat. I mean... I did try to end his pitiful life and all. It's only natural to want revenge. You saw it. As soon as his eyes fell on me, he was ready to do battle. Unfortunately for him... I too was ready. And it looks like I win..."

Yeah. You’re a real winner, you sick freak…

"How could you?” I rasped. “How could you possibly do this? To the people you work with? To your friends?"

"Kris and Trent are my only true friends... And the only other two worthy of leaving this hell alive. Sorry Tur, but you fail."

I fail? No. I do not. You die, you son of a *****. I’d had enough. My survival be damned. I would kill Trevor!

As he halted his endless magnum twirling, I got to one knee, readying Mr. Shocky behind my back. I’d stun him, drive Stabby into his heart, double burst the Judge, grab Trevor’s magnum, and fire at it while I retreated to the Inn. It was a sound-enough plan.

I had to try…but first I needed him distracted. More Q and A oughta do that. "But why would you have to observe us? Why follow us? Why pretend to like us if all you are going to do is kill us?"

(cont'd)

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It's a turkey, stuffed with a duck, stuffed with a chicken!
- About my user name

"Did you not hear our announcement? We need data on the combat abilities of at least 90% of our T-Dragon BOWs. We need to know how they differ from their normal counterparts. It's the only true way to escape from here... But I don't expect someone with such low intellect as yourself to understand the magnitude of the T-Dragon Virus. It is not only a great virus in itself, but it is the base Virus to the fabled Omega Strain... The Armageddon can be manufactured by our hands... We are gods among men."

Gods they were not. He was as loony as Karter. I’d bring him down NOW!!!

With a feral snarl, I sprung at Trevor, faster than I thought I could move. I was pumping with an overload of adrenaline. And even as fast as I shot at him…the Judge still deftly snagged me out of mid-lunge. The arm that held Shocky, the one aiming for Trevor, was grabbed by the Judge, and I was lifted into the air like a rag doll.

Its hand, closed on my arm…it felt disgusting, to say the least. And the Judge and I looked into each other’s eyes, fires of hatred running heavily from me. If looks could kill, the Judge would be a steaming pile of goo right now.

With my free hand, good ole Stabby was grabbed in an instant. I bellowed a war cry, and impaled the shoulder connected to the offending appendage. Did he drop me? Hell no! It was as if I’d stuck a sliver into him. He made no discernable show of pain.

Hell, if the burst from Key earlier had done nothing, why did I think Stabby would? Because he was Stabby?

I didn’t know. But at least I gave it a shot. What else could I do? Wait for him to teat my arm off and beat me to death with it?

Trevor cackled at my attempt to fight the Judge. Ass.

"Fool... But you're lucky I like you...”

You like me?! How nice. I’ll keep that in mind when I give you the Sams back with both barrels, you ghoul…

“I have a special death planned for you my good Turducken." Trevor looked up at the Judge, "Drop him... With some force."

And WHAM!! I’d been spiked like a god damn football. “AAAGHHH!!!!” My head spun. I half-expected Judge to do a touchdown dance. A special death? Later? Would I be walking away from this after all? Who knew?

I fought for precious air. My vision had been splattered like paint across a canvass. I fought on, for my vision, my mind, my life…

As I did, I heard Trevor nearby. "Be sure not to die anytime soon... You still have to tell the others how easily I toyed with your head... How simple it was for me to manipulate you... How Key's death is all your fault..."

It isn’t, you piece of trash! No, it was yours! I knew that now. I wouldn’t be burdened with Key any longer. But I’d sure as hell avenge him.

With vision still cloudy, I felt a heavy blow to the back of my skull. Collapsing, the world spun, swam, went gray, dimmed to black… my ears caught Trevor’s words as I lost myself to the darkness of oblivion.

"Good Night Tur. You've been a great asset to my research... Until we meet again, may the Unholy Trio have mercy on your soul..."

And then, blackness. Deafness. Emptiness.

…

My footsteps echoed as I walked through the darkness, a single path illuminated for me.

“Hello?” I called out. “Hello? Anyone out there?! Hello?!?!”

(cont'd)

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It's a turkey, stuffed with a duck, stuffed with a chicken!
- About my user name

“Hello,” another voice replied, the British accent prominent. It was the friendly voice of a woman. And a figure cut through the shadows. To say that she was beautiful would be an understatement. There weren’t words invented yet to properly do justice to her loveliness. She was a goddess, plain and simple, with skin that was on the pal side, lips possessing a pinkish shine, and draped in a black hooded robe. The hood was up, but she let it fall back, exposing her long, dark brown hair. She appeared to be 25 or so. Eyes of green regarded me.

“Who…?” I started. “Who are you?”

Smiling sadly, she said, “I think you know the answer to that.”

I shook my head. “I’m afraid I don’t…”

She extended a porcelain hand. “Come with me, Tur. You’ve done a great service for your friends. You can finally rest, though. I know you want to.”

I shrugged, and accepted her outstretched hand. “I could use a little R & R. I’ve had quite a day. I’m sorry, what did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t,” she said, and left it at that. Her hand felt…cold. Soft, but cold…

“Where exactly are we going?” I asked.

“You will see. It’s time to go, Tur.” With that, she drew close to me, bringing a hand behind my head, pulling my face to her own. Closer, closer I came, her pink lips now mere inches away.

And that’s when it happened. A wave dread hit me. I pulled away instantly.

“What is the matter?”

“I don’t know. Something.”

“Don’t you want to be with me?”

“…Not yet. I can’t, yet. You are who I think you are, right?”

“Of course. But your time is over. It’s alright. I’m here to make everything better.”

An odd event. From the darkness stepped 5 more shapes. It was Key, Xanitos, Hunu, Bravo, and biolink…

“She’s right, ya know,” Xanitos told me. “You did all you could. Now it’s time for the big sleep, Tur.”

“You’re dead, accept it,” Key chimed in. “Do you honestly think you could live against the Judge? And you were face to face with him, for crying out loud!”

Bravo nodded, “Don’t feel bad. We were all killed by the Judge. You’re in good company, man.”

“Yep. Now, you wouldn’t actually refuse this lovely lady’s company, would you?” Hunu looked surprised.

I told him, “If the cost is my life…my soul…then yeah. When it’s really my time, I’ll gladly go with her, but I’m not finished yet!”

“Face the facts!” biolink yelled. “It’s over for you!”

“It’s not over yet!!” I turned, and began to walk away. “I’ll see you all again someday. But not now. I’m sorry, I still have work to do.”

I glanced back one last time, but they ALL were gone. I was alone once again. But suddenly the ground became mushy, like quicksand. I began to sink!!

“Urgh! Ugh! Auuugghhh!” I grunted, vainly trying to free myself. I made marginal progress, but it wasn’t enough. I was sinking faster than I was freeing myself. It wasn’t looking good.

“Damn it!” I yelled. “Come on!”

(cont'd)

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It's a turkey, stuffed with a duck, stuffed with a chicken!
- About my user name

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*I stand in the main room of the inn, so much happening around me, so many people ignoring me. I realized the only thing left for me to do was leave this area.*

"AZ f*** you! I'm leaving, I'm sick of all of you!"

*With that I leave the Inn. I walk to the Hospital. I see the OR room, I look down at my key and notice it also says OR. I walk in. I look around and I see a closed cabinet. I use the key.*

*After taking the items from the cabinet, I throw away the key.*

(Is there a room in this hospital where I can watch my tape? If there is I wanna go in there and watch it.)

"I am sick of this village. I am sick of the b**** AZ. I am sick of everyone."


Status:Fine
Equip:Shotgun (7/7)
Items:Shotgun Shells (11/14), Video Tape, Red/Green herb, blank yellow book
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I will Survive the Village. I find that following your own ideas is the only way to survive. Never listen to anyone else.

Nate's Updated GamePlan
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1.) Comfort Steve until his final breath.

2.) Plead with the others not to walk out by themselves *glares at MF and Tidus*. It is imperative for survival's sake that we stick together. If Tidus insists on leaving, I and anybody else who wants to help me will physically restrain him from exercising his suicidal plan. After beating him into submission, we take his stuff and if we can convince AZ not to kill him, we'll lock him away somewhere safe.

Here's how the items will be divvied:
- Shotgun and shells (ljfromsa - if he helps out)
- OR key and videotape (Nate)
- Blank yellow book (AZ)
- Red/green herb mix (Tur)

...the rest of my GamePlan is the same...

3.) Find out what happened to the others while we were gone, and explain what went down at the hospital along with Tur. Explain Key's death, leaving out his insubordination. Share files found on both sides.

4.) Check safe compartment after hearing that it's been unlocked.

5.) Propose we either go back to the hospital to use Tidus' video tape and key, or to the towers to use the RT and LT keys.

(Whoops. I forgot TJ in my little sequence before. Gotta include him.)

As the ground reached my chest, I groped desperately for some purchase to hold onto. There was nothing. But as my arms swung about, one was clasped by another hand.

I looked up, into the face of CC.

“Hold on,” she told me, “We’ll get you out of there!”

She began to pull. Natus appeared, took her other hand, and helped her pull. “We’re not letting you get away that easy, pal.”

AZ joined the chain. “You said you still have work to do?”

Next was Nate. “We’ll make it if we combine our strengths!”

And MF. “You can’t do it without us, nor can we without you.”

Then lj. “We’ve lost too much already.”

NES followed. “Can’t afford to lose any more.”

Steve linked with NES. “We can’t let the Trio get away with what they’ve done!”

TJ added himself to the link. "That's right. It's them against us!"

GSMY took his hand. “And the only way we can deliver justice is if we all work together.”

Tidus joined in. “We will survive this Village.”

“As a team,” I nodded.

They all pulled, and I was forcefully ejected from the quicksand-like floor. The lot of us all fell over in a heap, and exchanged looks with one another.

“Thank you,” I said. “You saved me…you all did…”

And then there was white. It filled my sight. So very, very bright.

“Unnnghhh…” I moaned from the floor, my eyes fluttering, my head pounding. “I…’m, alive… I made it…”

I coughed a few times, gazing around the room with glazed eyes. “My head hurts…”

[Status]: Caution
[Equipped]: Mr. Shocky (Def. Item, 50% Battery)
[Items]: Starter Kit [Crumpled Paper, Encrypted Note, Bloody Note], $500, Voice Memo Recorder, Water Emblem, Mr. Stabby, Empty Sam

THE GAME PLAN
-Stagger to my feet.
-Catch up with the others once I’ve recovered a little; inform them of EVERYTHING I learned at the hospital, and of course, outside the Inn.
-If I’m told the safe was opened, go and open my locker, pilfer contents.
-Ignore the fact one of my Sams is gone. Not important in the least right now. I still have one, though it’s empty.
-Go over files and tape recorder at last.
-Suggest we divvy up the ammo and weaponry evenly. Let lj keep that Sam, since it’d be wrong to hog them both (providing they both had ammo, which they don’t, hence my ammo equalizing idea).
-Listen to next plans of action. I’m in no shape to come up with one myself.


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It's a turkey, stuffed with a duck, stuffed with a chicken!
- About my user name

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"Nate just leave me alone, I want to go and find something to do in this village. Besides it's not like the judge can kill me right now. He is back at the mansion. Like I said just leave me the f*** alone. I'm sick of sitting in this Inn. I'm going. I'll be back after getting some air. I am in no mood to listen to you people call me suicidal."

*I leave the Inn and head for the Hospital to do what I intend to do.*
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I will Survive the Village. I find that following your own ideas is the only way to survive. Never listen to anyone else.

Guys I think we need to set up shop in the Market Place, Tidus got the gun there. So, we can get supplies there. You know find whatever is left there, put a bullet in anyone there who refuses to help us.


Game Plan:

1. Check on Tur and use some of the first aid kit on him.

2. Interogate Steve

3. Use the first aid kit on LJ and use the remaining First Aid Spray on him.

4. Check on CC and see if she woke up. If so tell her everything that has happened.

5. Rally the troops for the Market Place. *Rally at least 3-4 people, and two must have weapons.

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What do you want here something witty? **** you I ain't that smart.

*Before leaving the Inn. I look at AZ.*

"Hey moron!"

*When AZ turns and looks In my direction I quickly throw the blank yellow book in his face.*

*I turn quickly and try to leave the Inn.*

*I remember Nate saying he will pummel me and I stop just before the door.*
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I will Survive the Village. I find that following your own ideas is the only way to survive. Never listen to anyone else.

Tidus... you do realize that nobody has actually said anything in-game about pummeling you, right? You are really bad at this...

*After checking on everyone else, he heads behind the front desk, to check on CC.. pulling the blanket back to see her all curled up, snoozing away.. he gives her shoulder a slight shake, to bring her around..*

"Morning sunshine.. you missed a thing or two catching up on your beauty sleep.."


*Smirks, and proceeds to fill her in on all the details, while GSMY peeks his head over the counter to chide in a bit as well.. during this time, he reloads his CH, and holsters it.. while CC is taking all of the new info in, he turns, hearing Tidus shout out something incoherently, wondering who he might possibly be trying to annoy now.. he sees a Yellow Book leave Tidus' hands, and is barely able to catch it in time, before being pie-faced by it.. noticing Nate getting almost as fed up with Tidus as he himself is, Frank quickly rises from CC's side, and stops Nate in all of his balled-fisted glory..*

"Chill out, man.. just let him go... we're finally rid of him. On top of that, he'll need what he has to defend himself.. a lone wolf would need as much firepower as possible, while a pack can make do with less ends.."


*With that, he heads over to the item box, and pulls out the Laptop.. thumbing through the folder of documents, he tries his hand at logging in..*

User Name: James Jones
Password: SomethingCorporate
Access Code: 7x24j6


*While waiting for it to hopefully log in completely, he listens to all of the information being shared between the group, and then looks over to LJ.. and then to GSMY & CC..*

"I'm heading over to the Market Place for something, and to check up on that psycho Hardware Store clerk.. we never even learned that poor fool's name.. there was a back room there I couldn't get into the other day, and there are a few herbs left in the Grocery Store freezer.. after that, I plan to check out what I believe on the map is the Prison.. if anyone wishes to accompany me, feel free.. but let me know now, because I'm about to head out.. you coming along, Rachel..? Lloyd? LJ?"

[Status]: Fine
[Equipped]: Modified Handgun (15/15), Survival Knife (Def. Item)
[Items]: $500, Starter Kit, Clip (4/15), Green Herbs x2, Computer Circuit, Cookie, Lv.2 Key Card, Yellow Book
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*I leave the Inn*

*I run to the hospital*

*I see key's dead body on the ground. I walk up to it and look at the mess that was once key. The one friend I had in this place, turned into a puddle of blood. I walk into the hospital and look around. I see the OR room and head straight in. I see a cabinet that is unopened. I walk over and try to open it but I notice it's locked. I use my OR key to open it. I take whatever is inside it.*

*I turn and leave. I look around the hospital. I find a T.V./VCR and I use my tape on it.*

"Sweet now I'll finally find out what is so important about this tape that would cause it to be hidden near meat products."

*I watch intently.*
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I will Survive the Village. I find that following your own ideas is the only way to survive. Never listen to anyone else.

I checked myself, bracing myself with one hand, as I still felt really light-headed. Nope. Too light headed. I sat on the couch.

My hand touched the pain emanating from the back of my head, and I wasn't pleased to see my hand was now covered in my own blood.

Great.

Huh? Somehow I still had Mr. Stabby. I thought I left you in the Judge's shoulder. You came back, old friend!

"AZ, I'll accompany you and the others..."

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It's a turkey, stuffed with a duck, stuffed with a chicken!
- About my user name

I'm ready AZ, hopefully that clerk has an extra shotgun and maybe something for CC to use as a melee weapon. Oh CC don't forget to open your safe part.
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What do you want here something witty? **** you I ain't that smart.

*Nods to Lloyd, & Tur..*

"Alright.. Tur, go check your safe compartment.. and anyone else for that matter.. we can use just about anything at this point.."


*Addresses Nate & MF*

"Are you two going to check the towers out..? If so.. feel free to meet up with us at the Prison, or even the Market Place if it doesn't take you that long.. whatever you choose to do, good luck.."
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"The safe's open??? Good..."

(My game plan still applies. I want to divvy ammo and go over the items I collected before we all set out.)

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It's a turkey, stuffed with a duck, stuffed with a chicken!
- About my user name

i guess ill go to the market place i need a dam gun
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i like chicken:) and....................RESIDENT EVIL!!!

And... We're closed.
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I think FFDragon just became my new Idol. Screw Clockspider. ~Crimson Sword

< OOC > FF hasn't posted in a while, so I'm going to assume some outside force beyond his control slowed him < /OOC >

As time flew onwards, Rachel began to stir. The lady’s mind mediated slowly between fantasy and reality. Wafting fro dreams mystifyingly macabre and too sounds condescendingly implacable. Unconsciously she chose against the former. Then, a charge akin to an electrical jolt persuaded her into consciousness.

“…to an explosion!” Nate’s voice.

“Explosion?” She questioned barely audibly while on her back.

“EVERYONE SHOULD SHUT UP!” this vehement outcry quelled all others, soon followed by a “We all have to come up with something and work with it."

Her sight was blurred, though it the rims of colour slowly became more defined. She closed her eyes again, and then someone shook her by the shoulder in a gradual manner.

“Morning sunshine...you missed a thing or two catching up on your beauty sleep.. ”

‘Was he being sarcastic?’ Her brow furrowed slightly at the thought; she’d never been referred to as “sunshine” after several hours of sleep. Az then proceeded to bombard her with details which she managed to absorb the majority of. He caught something yellow before leaving her to fully comprehend the fact. She took note of someone quietly sobbing before she got to her feet. The Inn was a derelict, and the store clerk was gravely injured; missing two limbs and clearly upset. ‘He has ever right to be.’ Ignoring all others, she took her coat and former blankets which were on the floor and tried to maintain his warmth. If nothing more, she knew it would keep him from going into shock.

"I'm heading over to the Market Place for something, and to check up on that psycho Hardware Store clerk.. we never even learned that poor fool's name.. there was a back room there I couldn't get into the other day, and there are a few herbs left in the Grocery Store freezer.. after that, I plan to check out what I believe on the map is the Prison.. if anyone wishes to accompany me, feel free.. but let me know now, because I'm about to head out.. you coming along, Rachel..?

“Soon.” She replied, seeing if there was anything she could make the store clerk more comfortable. “I’ll follow after you soon. Go ahead.”


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I'd give my right hand to be ambidextrous. - Zaloopa

*Wasn't being sarcastic in the slightest.. he nods, hearing her response..*

"Alright.. we're not leaving just yet.. everyone has to access their safe compartments, then once we're all set to go, and Steve, LJ, and Tur are taken care of, we'll head out again.. glad to see you're back with us again.."
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<Not sure if this will be included or not, but....>

Things have begun to settle down at the Inn. Not surprisingly, there is bickering and idiocy even at times like this. One thing is for sure: after watching how Tidus refused to help when the zombies were let in, I have to agree with AZ. He, my friends, is an Uncle ****er.

Hearing everyone's plan, and after listening to the Hospital's story of Key's death, meeting with Troy/Trevor, and everything else, I have still made up my mind to go to the Right Tower.

"When you are finished, feel free to meet us at the unmarked area of the map." I hear AZ offer.

"Consider that a deal, Frank." With that, I head out to the RIGHT TOWER, and using my 'RT:E Key.'

After using the key, I discard it.

Status: Fine
Equipped: Handgun (15/15)
Items: (Jacket), Starter Kit, Cash, Empty Flashlight

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There's more to life than video games! Like television!

az ill go with u to the marketplace i could sure use a gun or a herb or two
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i like chicken:) and....................RESIDENT EVIL!!!

You guys gave me quite the work for the last update. Steve, Tur, Safe, Laptop, Files, etc... Too much for me to be able to do in one night, so I'll take the few extra posts and put them into the update that will be up tonight.

But trust me, the update is worth the extra wait...
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I think FFDragon just became my new Idol. Screw Clockspider. ~Crimson Sword

The grim reality of what just happened is only just sinking in...but also unleashed a world of bad news on SN...from what he just saw, Trevor didn't even need to use the Judge's safety word - meaning he must be working on recognition only...Damn...so now there is no way to control the Judge...

"Nothing like a little extra bad news..." SN muttered...

For a breif moment, SN considered telling the others who he really was - but then quickly dismissed the thought. AZ looked kind of 'on edge', and SN wasn't in the mood for getting shot... So, new plan - Get into my safe compartment...'AW' and Nicholai had arranged for a large cache of useful gadgetry to be dropped into SN's compartment...but after today's events, SN really wouldn't be surprised to find it empty...

"What was it again?," SN thought to himself..."Laptop, Overwrite Keycard, Duel Lugers, Vial Case, Knife, S&W Merc Special handgun...Just think how you're gonna feel when you open that box and find nothing!"

It would suck, but there's still a chance all the Equipment is in there...not a very good chance...hell, a terrible chance, but SN would take what he could get!

"Guys..." SN began, stopping for about 10 seconds... ", "I know how this is gonna sound but... Our top priority shoud be getting into the facility...we want the Judge dead and that's gonna be the best place to get it done. The Seismi-" He whent on...

"Screw the Seismic Sword or whatever, we need to get out now!" AZ burst out.

SN was shocked...but still, he had to lead them away - If his equipment was in the locker, the others would get more than a little curious as to his true identity...

"Please...I'm scared too..." - I should be a goddamn actor!!, "But we need to do this! Please, start thinking of a way round the fence..." SN knew...but hey, they need the mental excercise!, " Now! " - He finished...

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"It's coming...It's not going to stop...it'll never stop...it's coming for us...It's coming to kill us..."

*While waiting for the others to ready themselves, and for those who were injured to recover some.. he takes the time to observe everyone for a moment or two.. his attention is drawn to Natus after a time, as he hasn't heard or seen much from him in the past day.. thinking it a bit odd he was so quiet this whole time, but just now begins to pipe up and attempt to give out orders.. he observes how his eyes shift about, as he is obviously deep in thought about.. something.. that, and the fact that he hasn't checked the contents of his safe compartment yet.. all that aside, the simple fact that he's determined to get into the Research Facility in order to kill The Judge, as opposed to trying to find a way out of this hell on earth all leave a slightly sour taste in Frank's mouth..*

"We'll get around the gate when we find the means to do so.. the other Key Card might be in one of the last unopened lockers.. so we're not leaving the Inn until everyone has checked their compartments.."


*Pulls the slide back on the Custom Handgun.. looking into it, and letting it slam back into place..*

"At least I'm not.."
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The Inn- The room was silent... Well... Silent except for the low moans and sobs from Steve... Jagged flesh and bone hang from where his legs used to be; The tourniquets around the base of his stumps are seemingly working for now. It is sad to see him in this condition, especially after his most recent improvement. Nate took a knee next to the couch, holding Steve's hand for comfort, the tears welling in his eyes clouding his vision. He tried to console him in his dying moments by telling him Trevor had deceived them all. Nate apologized incessantly, insisting it was all his fault. Tears rolled down his cheeks and sniffed his now profusely runny nose. He squeezed his dying friend's hand, trying to give him even the slightest big of comfort in his last few moments. Remembering that Steve wasn't the only one brutally beaten in the last few minutes, Nate pleads with the usually disobediant Tidus.

"Tidus, make yourself useful and help somebody go get Tur and make sure he's alright," Nate ordered, quickly turning back to Steve's side.

Tidus looked at Nate, and then to Steve, and then to AZ... Tidus then let out a quick and sarcastic laugh, before rolling his eyes and picking up his shotgun. Tidus take a step past Steve and then halts his progress, looking down at Nate and smacking him in the back of the head. Tidus heads to the door of the Inn, and almost as if he was in afterthought, he paused at the door and looked AZ dead in the eyes.

"AZ **** you! I'm leaving, I'm sick of all of you!" He said in the most callous voice heard to men. He then opened the door and was about to leave his fellow researchers in the dust, when Nate pleaded with him...

"Tidus... Don't do this. Going out there alone is suicide! Let's just all calm down and try to work out a plan..." Nate was sincere, despite the fact that Tidus had backhanded him just second's earlier.

"Nate just leave me alone. I want to go and find something to do in this village. Besides it's not like the Judge can kill me right now. He is back at the mansion... Or at least he was heading back there... But like I said just leave me the **** alone. I'm sick of sitting in this god forsaken Inn. I'm going, end of story. I'll be back after getting some air... I am in no mood to listen to you people call me suicidal." Tidus was resolute in his decision. Before he exits though, Tidus flings the blank yellow book at AZ... "Hey Moron!" AZ turns around just in time to get hit in the face with the book... Tidus cackles like a maniac as he takes off out of the Inn, leaving everyone extremely pissed. AZ is furious, but takes great satisfaction in no longer having to see that man's face. AZ picks up the book and slams it against the wall, to let off some steam. Why the hell were there blank books anyway?!

"I can't believe him!" Nate is shocked and appaled, "Does he WANT to die?!"

"I think he does..." GSMY answered

"Chill out, guys... Just let him go..." AZ started as he himself cooled down, "We're finally rid of him. On top of that, he'll need what he has to defend himself... A lone wolf would need as much firepower as possible, while a pack can make do with less ends... As we've proven thus far."

Everyone nods in agreement. AZ spoke the truth, and they knew it... Over in the corner, lj rubs his back, getting tired of all the bickering and yelling...

"...I'll go check on Tur..." lj says with resolve

"But you're injured too!" GSMY is bewildered at why lj would even suggest such a thing...

"I need some air... And he's more messed up then I am right now..." And before anyone else can get in another word, lj is out the door and heading up the hill. MF, also confused and bewildered at the past events, runs out of the Inn door in chase of lj...

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I think FFDragon just became my new Idol. Screw Clockspider. ~Crimson Sword

"LJ, wait up!" MF shouts and lj stops a chared spot of earth outside the Inn. MF smiles and catches up to lj, and they both start off together. Walking through the chilly air, lj and MF look out over the horizon to see the first peaks of sunlight jutting out through the sky... It has to be at least 5:30 in the morning for the sun to be rising... lj shrugs this off and takes in the mostly fresh air... However, the moans and growls of unknown entities still ride on the winds... It was going to be a long... long... day... lj's walk was more of a stagger then a stride to begin with, but as he made his way up the hill, his mind began began to clear and his body began to stabalize. MF took notice of this and even had to catch lj once or twice on their trek up the hill. The early morning breeze was refreshing to MF as well, and it helped to calm him down, even if it was just a little bit. When they got to where Tur was laid out, both men could have sworn that Tur was dead... He was face down in the dirt, and there was a trail of blood leaking from the back of his head, to a small pool down the slope. It had stopped bleeding recently, but it was a nasty blow... lj leans over and checks Tur's pulse... It's strong. He's just been knocked out... Thank God. lj and MF were shocked at the condition that Tur has been left in.

"Damn... And I thought they did a number on me..." He whispers to MF, and then turns to address the downed Tur, "Well, they let you live too. I guess we're nothing more then mice in a maze to them..."

lj gathers up Tur's possesions and puts them back on Tur's person... MF picks up Mr. Stabby and holds on to it for now... He knew how much it meant to Tur. They were about to get Tur up when, lj reaches down and removes one of Tur's holsters and places it around his own waist. He was just borrowing the SE of course... Just for protection while he was on the outside. lj assures Tur of this by whispering in his ear.

"Don't worry I'm only borrowing it 'til we're in the "safety" of the Inn." lj bends over and picks Tur up in a 'Firemen's Carry' before starting back down the hill, "We can worry about my wound after we fix yours up..."

lj and MF lean down and pick up Tur, with lj at the head and MF at the feet. They start to head down the hill as quickly as they can. Tears start to form involuntarily in lj's eyes... This was painful. VERY painful on his injured back... But lj sticks it out, because leaving Tur out there now was leaving him for dead. They reach the Inn again without incident and kick on the door. AZ opens it for them and also takes hold of Tur, moving him over to an empty couch. They lay him down as NES closes the Inn door once more... Tur's face was bruised, as was his chest... And then there was that laceration on the back of his head... Steve started sobbing again, this time not for himself, but for Tur... Nate continued to comfort him, while GSMY headed over to Tur. He pulled out his first aid kit and used the rest of the bandages and spray on Tur's wounds... A few moments later, Tur stirred on the couch and woke up, groaning...

"Unnnghhh..." He moaned, "I... I'm alive... I made it..."
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I think FFDragon just became my new Idol. Screw Clockspider. ~Crimson Sword

Tur coughed a few times and tried to refocus his vision... The room was spinning, and his head was pounding... Everything that had happened came flooding back to him. Landing in the plane, Karter, Mrs. Jones, arriving at the Hospital, Troy, passing out, Trevor... It all came rushing back, and it was too much for him...

"My head hurts..." He groans out...

"Understatement of the night, I'm sure..." MF tries to joke, but it falls on deaf ears.

Tur rolls off of the couch and onto his hands and knees, letting the swelling in his head to subside. Then he shakily gets back up to a vertical base, while using the couch to stabalize himself. He didn't want to fall asleep or pass out again... Not now... As he rose, felt a lack of weight on one of his sides... He was missing a gun... and a Mr. Stabby... Tur's eyes scanned the room and fell upon lj's waist. lj noticed this as well, and walked over to Tur, undoing the holster. Tur became too light-headed and had to sit back down on the couch. His hand made it's way up to the pain emanating from the back of my head, and he wasn't pleased to see that his hand was now covered in his own blood. lj got in front of Tur and looked him in the eyes with 100% sincerity.

"I'm sorry Tur... When I came out to get you and all, I just took it for protection until we got back here." lj is apoligetic

Tur notices the wounds on lj's back. Even though lj was injured, he risked his neck for Tur. Tur respected this. "Don't worry about it lj... You keep it. I don't need two, and you really showed your character... Thank you..."

"No, thank you." lj was happy to have both a weapon and Tur's respect

"But I think I have something you do want..." MF smiles at Tur before revealing Mr. Stabby that was hidden behind his back... Tur is overly estatic to see this splintered piece of wood...

"Huh? I thought I left you in the Judge's shoulder. You came back, old friend!" He was happy again as he took back Mr. Stabby...

But Tur's happiness was all but destroyed when he heard Steve's sobs... It was at that moment that he remembered what the Judge had done to him... under Trevor's orders... Tur shot up off of the couch and made his way over to Steve, taking his other hand. GSMY soon follows as well, with a tear in his eye. TJ has been standing vigil next to his friend the entire time at the couch... Sobbing at the condition of his good friend. Steve is sweating profusely, and his face is twisted in pain. Steve keeps his eyes clenched closed, in an attempt to fight off the pain... Nate wipes his face off and tries to comfort Steve... It's a hard task... But there had to be a reason why Steve had become a target. Nate had heard Trevor's rant while he was running back to the Inn... He knew the truth about Troy... So there had to be a reason why the Unholy Trio wanted Steve dead...

"Is there anything else you want, Steve? Let us help you... please. Let us help you!" Nate is trying to do anything in his power to help his wounded friend, "Why did Trevor want you dead? What's going on here? Please, Steve... don't die on us. Stay with me!"

It took all of Steve's effort to put forth words... But he knew what was happening to him, so he wanted to give his friends and rescuers as much information as he possibly could.

"I... Used to be a researcher... At the Center... Until Judgment Day. I was the one who caused the spill... I was responsible for the deaths of all those people... It was an accident... But those poor people died... I was just trying to put an end to the viral research... but things went so wrong..." Steve winces through the pain. Tur shoots TJ a nasty look

"Why didn't even mention this?!" Tur yells at TJ, "The whole time, you didn't even mention this ONCE!!"
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I think FFDragon just became my new Idol. Screw Clockspider. ~Crimson Sword

"It's... alright..." Steve continues, "Not many people were too fond of me after the incident... TJ was one of the few that still conversed with me on a daily basis... I suppose he didn't want you all looking down on me... *cough* After the Center was closed down, Karter revoked my researcher priviledges, but wouldn't allow me to leave the Village... He forced me to find work elsewhere, and held me under the confidentiality agreement I had signed when coming to the Village... I couldn't tell anyone without a Researcher's Clearence anything about what was going on in the Center... I couldn't warn anyone about the horrors being manufactured down there... I worked behind a cash register in a Grocery Store... I was powerless..."

"Why couldn't you tell anyone?" Nate puzzled

"You all had to have signed the same agreement... The penalty for speaking... Is death. I was still trying to save the Village, without losing my life... But since that death is a certainty for me now... I'm going to tell you everything I know... In hopes that you good people... Will be able to survive..."

That statement hit everyone hard... He was so valient, even on his deathbed...

"Working in the Center for the first half year was wonderful. We were doing research on the cures for Cancer and AIDS, and we were coming along quite nicely. That is of course, the class 1 Researchers were doing this..." Steve pauses, "Hmm... I guess I have to go back... The Research Center is made up of seven floors, going down into the earth. The top floor, or the Class 1 Floor is accessable to all researchers. That is where Umbrella's mask research goes on... The 'goody-good' research that they can report to the public... I was this kind of researcher... I thought I was doing my part for a better tomorrow... God I was stupid..."

Nate squeezes Steve's hand to let him know that that wasn't true...

"I was doing such a good job, that Karter promoted me after the first six months to a Class 5 researcher, on the fifth floor down. That is where I first found out what the Village was all about... Viral Weaponry. He had me working on the specs of the T and G viruses... Trying to find out every single little quirk in their makeup... All of my findings went straight to Karter, who took that work down with him to the seventh floor. He was the only Class 7 Researcher, and thus, the only one with access to that floor... Even though I disagreed with the testing on live subjects, I still did my job as a researcher... and continued to experiment with the viruses on many different specimins... including humans... It was such a horrible scene to watch their bodies get wracked with pain as the mutated... It haunts me to this day... At the eleven month mark, Karter loved my work so much that he promoted my to a Class 6 researcher. That floor was the worst... That is where they attempted to create new viruses, using the data that those on Floors 4 and 5 came up with... Karter himself worked on that floor sometimes... Everyone who tried to come up with a new virus failed... And then it happened. Karter created the T-Dragon virus.
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I think FFDragon just became my new Idol. Screw Clockspider. ~Crimson Sword

He was so happy... But he had done it on Floor 7, so he refused to release the specifications of it to us. He just kept calling it beautiful, and the last Virus Umbrella will ever need. He was on the radio for three days straight in talks with Umbrella, and his best friends, Wilder... and that heartless, arrogant ass of man Martin... I overheard a conversation of his to Trent that said that the T-Dragon virus was unstable at it's roots, and still had some fine tuning to go through. And worst of all, he said that it he was going to have to test it in a large, but confined area... He was going to unleash it on the prison to watch it's effects... My conscience wouldn't allow me to let that happen... I knew for a fact that some of the people in the prison were actually innocent, but were deemed guilty just so that they could be used as subjects in research... One of them was my brother... So, on the Village's one year anniversary, I gathered up what I thought were all the vials of the T-Dragon virus and disposed of them in the Eradication Chamber... The sealed chamber that fills up with bleach, killing any living tissue or viral/bacterial materials. Rudamentary I know, but it worked for it's designed purpose... But somehow I failed... I missed a vial somehow... When I turned to leave the area, I must have knocked the last vial over and it shattered on the floor, releasing the virus. I don't even remember doing it... But I turned and I ran as fast as I could out of the Center, warning as many people as I could. I hit the Bio-Alarm, and everything. But that alerted Karter, and he took drastic measures... He sealed the sixth floor, before everyone could get out... 45 Class 6 Researchers died... and were reborn as walking corpses... But Karter had prevented the release of the virus to the entire Village, so he was hailed as a hero by the other researchers... Karter took the incident hard, and locked off the Center for a week... He reviewed the survalience tapes and saw my treachery... And propmtly fired me... The villagers labeled that event 'Judgment Day.' How would you like to be the one who caused 'Judgment Day' to fall upon the Village? Can you see why few people cared about my existence? Karter could have had me executed for my crime, but he chose to let my live... in a Village full of people who hated me... And he knew that was worse then death to me... I loathe that man... He was so twisted, yet everyone loved him... They cheered when Karter ordered the vacination and reopening of the Center... Which of course meant re-killing the 45 Researchers... But the Village didn't know that... They cheered to learn that two new Class 7 researchers were going to be joining Karter. I knew them to be Wilder and Martin, but their identities were kept secret from most of the Village, and since they barely left the Center, no one really got to know them... I don't know what happened in the Center after that, but they must have reconfigured the T-Dragon virus... They must have made it stronger... All the while I rotted in that Grocery Store... Because I let my morals cloud my mind, and tried to play hero..."

Steve coughs and winces again... The pain was beginning to get unbearable for him...

"You were doing the right thing..." Tur assured him, "You might have caused the accident, but you were trying to save all those innocent people..."

"You are a hero Steve..." Nate added
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I think FFDragon just became my new Idol. Screw Clockspider. ~Crimson Sword

"I had been Karter's second in command, and now I was useless... But I knew that if an accident could happen that easily in the Center, it was just a matter of time before something escaped into the Village... I tried to prepare for it, but I was caught off guard when it actually happened. I don't know how it started, or where, but I do know that went it broke out the Village went into chaos fast. When it happened, I became a makeshift leader... I told as many people as I could about Karter's evil nature, and how this was his fault. I started a rebellion basically. A rebellion against the Trio. We had rallied at the Mansion, and we almost made it in... But it was short lived, as many of my group's members were infected... and slowly turned as well... Many others didn't even believe me when I told them of the Trio's indiscretions... Within 36 hours... My rebellion was quelled by the Infection... I ended up holing myself up in the Grocery Store... Leaving it open for any survivors to join me... But then... Then... *sniff* The Trio got their revenge on me... Trevor and Trent bursted into the store, guns drawn and with the unconsious body of my brother. They were there under Karter's orders to 'punish' me for my attempted revolt... But they tortured me instead... They made me watch as they injected him with the virus... and made me watch as he mutated... Trent videotaped the whole ordeal. After my brother turned into a zombie, Trevor shot me in the stomach to incapacitate me, and before I could move... my brother lunged at me and bit into my flesh... I kept a gun behind the counter, and I managed to grab in despite my pain... Then I had to kill my own brother... I was in pain... I was hurt... But I was pissed... Karter and his crew had made the entire Village hate me, and then they had forced me to kill my own brother. I only had one bullet left and I shot for Trevor's heart... My bullet went astray though, and it only caught him in the leg... It wouldn't kill him... But it would put him in pain for sure... Wilder knocked me unconscious, and by the time I came around my gun was gone, my brother's body was gone, and the Trio members were gone... There was a blood trial leading to the door though, so I assume that they left to get Trevor help. I managed to scrawl down a note before I passed out again... Then you guys saved me..."

Steve smiled a little, but then the pain took over again...

"And then you betrayed me by aligning with Trevor... You too, TJ... I thought I knew you..."

"I didn't know that that was Trevor!" TJ sobs out, hurt at the accusation, "I had never seen him before, except for outside the Center! I thought he was just another researcher! None of us knew! Tur didn't! Nate didn't! Natus didn't! Key didn't!"

These words snap AZ's mind, and he spins around the room once... Noting the absence of a certain researcher, he speaks up...

"Where IS Key?" He prays for a good answer

"The Trio got to him... He was Judged. He went down with honor..." That is the only explanation Tur can think of at this very moment... He'd go into more detail later. After Steve was through. Every minute that passed was a minute closer to Steve's departure. AZ was shocked that the Hospital Crew had had two encounters with the Judge, and were still mostly intact.

"The Unholy Trio love to play the role of 'Cerebral Assassins...' They toy with your mind and your emotions... I saw Karter do it all the time in the Center... I suppose I will believe you TJ... You've never lied to me before... I doubt you'd do it to me now... You guys... Especially Nate, Natus, Tur, and TJ... You are honorable people... I want you to get out of here, and I want you exact an unholy vengeance upon all three of those Renagade Researchers... Not just for me, but for everyone who died here because of them..."
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I think FFDragon just became my new Idol. Screw Clockspider. ~Crimson Sword