[El Maligno [Resident Evil – End of Days] Eve Lacus]
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				Title: <strong>[El Maligno [Resident Evil – End of Days] Eve Lacus]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eve Lacus</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 03:17:34</strong>
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				The fuzzy static buzzed from the web cam ended as Michelle closed the top case of the piece of technology. The message that had played mere moments before was still ringing in her well-trained ears. Knowing that the fear inside her was nothing more due to the fact that every word spoken to her mere moments before was the truth. The infection was spreading. Not only that but if Claire’s words rang true. The virus was mutating at an astounding rate. And in less then 30 days every living thing that had manage to survive the outbreak would indeed be infected. If anyone else had told her this information other then Claire, Michelle would have no given up on any hope that they could survive. But than Michelle trusted Claire with her life, if her former colleague believed that the cure was the only way to save them. Then Michelle would so everything in her power to help. She owed the pair (Leon &amp; Claire) that much. <br><br>“Mikes?” <br><br>The raven-haired beauty turned around to see Sinestra, her long time companion staring at her with a worried expression on his face. Michelle sighed. “I ’m guessing you heard all that? ” He nodded. Not even bothering to give her fake modesty. “So is it true? ” Michelle stayed quiet for a second, wondering if she should confided in Sinestra or not. She nearly decided to lie, but the determined look he gave her told Michelle, Sin wouldn’t take no for an answer. “You drive a hard bargain Sin. Yeah it’s true. The infection is mutating and if a cure isn’t found we’re all going to die.”&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Sinestra remained quiet for a moment, the news that the whole entire human race was about to become extinct. Wasn’t a pleasant one but he was no idiot. He figured there was more to what Michelle was telling him. “Is there a cure?” Give the guy an Emmy. Michelle should have known that Sin’s big brain would have caught that little tid-bit of the message too. “Yeah. Claire informed me that large shipment of the vaccine was sent to the old Hive facility in Raccoon City.” She stood up hauling a large duffel bag over her shoulder. <br><br>“I leave in the morning.”&nbsp; <br><br>“Don’t you mean we leave in the morning?” Sin smiled. If Mikes thought that Sinestra was just going to stay behind while she risked her life. She had another thing coming. Michelle sighed. She should have known that she couldn’t fight with Sinestra, not when he was this determined. <br><br>A few hours later with the car packed, filled of supplies, and ready to go. Michelle and Sin drove off into the direction of Raccoon City. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [El Maligno [Resident Evil – End of Days] Eve Lacus]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>El Maligno</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 07:15:19</strong>
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				Steven adjusted his pack on his black Yamaha dirt bike making sure it was securely strapped. As he started the bike he thought of what had brought him to this point of no return. <br><br><em>At least for now.... </em><br><br>Behind Steven a fortified long-abandoned industrial site now known as Nastya's Outpost, one of the very last last fallback points of the survivors of the T-virus. The deserted and dilapidated Warehouses, Factories and other storage facilities were raided for supplies and once empty provided plenty of living space for the new inhabitants. Gradually as more valuable items were dragged from the nearby city and many more young men and women made the holdout their new home it began to take on the appearance of a small town. The outpost has come a long way, more and more buildings have been added. Their armory increased and they were able to expand their searches further and further as the acquired armor transportation. Nastya's holdout was conveniently located outside the city, and had the perfect topography to defend in case a mass swarm of infected decided to attack. A large hill overlooks the dirt road that is used as the Holdout's main gate. Atop this hill, is a crude wall of sandbags that serves as the actual "gate". The entire Holdout itself is surrounded by large barbwire fences, that are also regularly guarded by a team of chosen inhabitants of Nastya's Holdout. The south is home to the junkyard, which contains piles and piles of rubble that make it dangerous to enter as these obstructions force the infected to swarm in tight spaces. It is advised to never enter the city from this location, as the guards of this section are trained to kill on sight. Small armories are scattered about the other areas, but some near the main gate are used by trained riflemen to pick off any targets before they give the sentries at the main gate area any trouble. Steven had been lucky to find it, only the kindness of a few gatherers saved him as he lay on the ground exhausted and starving. He came from a small city many miles from the outpost and was the only surviving member of his 14 make shift squad that had barley escaped with their lives. Some were fellow S.T.A.R.S. members but a few were citizens that had the will and nerve to fight for their lives. Up until a few days ago Steven had been a part of the Scavenger/Guard squad for Nastya who owned and built most of the current outpost. She was a great leader, beautiful and smart. She used to be a secretary until the virus struck now she was a tough as nails no nonsense ass kicking zombie killer. When she informed Steven that a few transmissions about a city called Raccoon City being the start of all this Steven remembered vaguely of a rumor that S.T.A.R.S. had officers there who knew and tried to tell of the virus but they were labeled as liars and druggies. Still as Steven rode on for Raccoon City, he figured with a full pack and his wits about him that he could maybe find a few answers by going to the viruses source.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [El Maligno [Resident Evil – End of Days] Eve Lacus]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eve Lacus</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 06:55:47</strong>
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				They arrived at noon, the sun blazed high up in the sky. Casting a heated glare that most would find annoying. The city lay just ahead of them, resembling nothing of the metropolis it once was. Local office buildings that once held the hustle and bustle of occupations lay in crumpled heaps, restaurants, shops, public attractions that gathered the people far and wide; no longer existed or now rusted a pun the sand. Skyscrapers that once stood far as the eye could see, now barely acknowledge their once formal splendor, as they stood in un-sound under the waking heat of the dessert sun. <br><br>Raccoon city…<br><br>Was nothing but a shadow of its former glory, as the eased the car into a park outside the ruins. Michelle killed the engine to the jeep. Grabbing her shades from the passenger side compartment, placing them over her eyes waiting for her vision to adjusted to its new surroundings. Slowly the ruins that were once great metropolis came into view. “ It’s a lot more intact then I thought it would be.” Michelle said looking over at Sinestra. The former bodyguard nodded, surveying the area, gathering his own Intel. The city wasn’t nearly in worse shape as he imaged. After the explosion that had been detonated so many years ago, Sinestra more then a little surprised as well that so many buildings had survive such an onslaught. “Yeah.” He replied, clearly disheartened that there were so many buildings left over to search into.<br><br>Michelle smiled. He’s so spoiled. She thoughts to her-self, the ex-secret service operative had met Sinestra some years ago after she had went off the grid. Before the T-virus had spread nearly nation wide. Sinestra had taken some pretty high paying jobs as a bodyguard. To make a long story short once the outbreak had reached Toronto. Michelle had saved Sinestra’s butt just before he was almost eaten by a recently turned infectee. Since then they had been inseparable. Sinestra using his tech skills to keep them informed, and Mike using her combat skills to keep them alive. "No one said you had to come along Sin." She reminded him conveniently. <br><br>The ex-body guard looked at her as if she was crazy. There was no-way in hell he would have ever let her take such a risk alone. Mike was the only real contact of life he had left from Canada. Sinestra would never give up such a partnership, just because Michelle was far too stubborn to see that this job was too big to take on alone. Did not mean that he did not. If death was what await them in the next coming days, then Sinestra spend the remainder of them searching for the one thing that would give them a fighting chance. “ And leave you to have all the fun.” He answered back, grabbing his own shades from dangle post above his head. "I don’t think so." They both laughed noting the irony of what he was saying. For it most likely be Michelle saving his butt once they landed themselves into trouble. "Just drive." He finished, rolling his eyes as Mike started the engine. Rolling the car down the road. 
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				Post by: <strong>El Maligno</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 20:10:18</strong>
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				Steven's ride towards Raccoon City took 3 days. He had stopped to refuel and rest at the few rest-stops that Nastya had created. Most of the time the undead were too slow or too damaged to be of any threat but there was still a time when he had stumbled onto a small horde. It took Steven over an hour to shake them loose, he owed his survival to a full tank of gas and his dirt-bike. Along the way he stopped at a few abandoned makeshift small holdouts. In one small house that was little more than a shack he found a nailed and barbed wire solid wood baseball bat. Its owner seemed to have bled out from a bullet wound.<br><br><em>Raiders.... </em><br><br>Steven took the makeshift weapon because it was still in good condition. But over all his trip to Raccoon City was uneventful when he was within sight of the city he took of his black sunglasses and observed his surroundings as he drove. The place was barren cars pushed to the side of the road no doubt done by fellow survivors of the virus. Heaps of wreaked metal that could not be moved left in the middle of the road and buildings long abandoned and slowly rotting away stubbornly stood. The once thriving city was now literally a ghost town. The sun hung hot overhead and Steven was uncertain now that he saw the city if it would even be wise to enter it. Checking his gas tank he saw the it was 3/4 full. Deciding it was worth the risk he drove on into Raccoon City. The least he could do is find some ammo, meds or food. Maybe he could find a group of survivors and bring them to Nastya's Hideout. As he drove closer he saw a crater where long ago an explosion had occurred no doubt a military attempt to contain the virus. It had failed. Miserably. Steven had no idea that on the other side of the city he would soon meet two more survivors in their own attempt to search the city. Being alone for three days gave Steven time to cherish the joy of having a fellow comrade. He had always known things were better in a pair or small group but this was personal and Nastya could not afford to spare anyone. Not that he blamed her. Not many people could say they have a small city of survivors, everyday was a struggle and while they were slowly getting by they were at least alive.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: [El Maligno [Resident Evil – End of Days] Eve Lacus]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eve Lacus</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 23:10:46</strong>
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				“Did you hear that?” Michelle looked around the dessert terrain. “I could have sworn I heard some form of engine.” Sin frowned at the ex-soldier gazing around as well. “I didn’t hear anything.” He looked to Michelle skeptically. “You must have imagined it.” Michelle’s brow rose, giving Sin one of those looks. An expression that stated: When do I ever just make mistakes, and just imagine things? “Good point.” Sinestra conceded. <br><br>Michelle rolled her eyes, and focused her vision back onto the sand covered road. “It was some where near the bridge.” She directed Sin’s attention. “I am pretty certain that I heard a multitude of gunfire.” She began to describe in detail. “Who ever it was tried to hold their own, but the kick in the firearm was too much for them to handle.” Sin blinked. “You got all that from a round of gunshots?” He stated, looking at her completely stunned. “Sinestra you forget.” She reminded him. “I use to be a soldier. It was my job at one point and time to know what was going on in my surroundings.” <br><br>In fact if Michelle hadn’t relied on such training in the past to get them out of scraps. She, and Sin would have been dead long ago. “I guess I just forget from time to time that you are a lethal weapon Mike.” Sinestra teased. In truth he’d always admired Michelle’s skills in combat. She had a talent that was rare in survivor’s theses days, one that had saved Sin, and the child in his care on more than one occasion. “So this engine sound you heard.” Sinestra began, getting back onto topic. “Do you think you think the driver might still be lurking around?” <br><br>Sin questioned, patting his gun. He wanted be on his guard just in case Michelle expected something unexpected. “Oh our driver is still lurking.” Mike informed him. “In fact I have a feeling that we will be spotting him somewhere in the city.” Sinestra looked to his partner stunned, wondering why she was just telling him this now. If she had given him a little heads up he would have prepared for any hostile encounters. “I can see the wheels in you head turning Sin.” She teased him this around. “There is nothing to worry about. I don’t think these traveler would waist the ammo on us.” <br><br>If the driver Michelle had heard had any form of a tactical mind they would save the bullets for the zombies wondering the city. “So if you’re not concern about them shooting us…” Sinestra trailed off pondering over something. “Than you must think this person is here for the same reason we are.” Michelle looked to the former bodyguard and smiled. “That thought cross my mind.” She stated pulling up towards the bridge. The lifts on both sides were down, while the ground was littered with bodies of dead zombies. And in the distant lying upon the ground was a long strip of tire mark. <br><br>"Though…" She patted her holster. “We can never be too certain on what anyone’s motives could be.” Michelle turned back to the focus of driving, heading into the silence of the deserted city. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [El Maligno [Resident Evil – End of Days] Eve Lacus]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>El Maligno</strong> on <strong>08-10-2011, 21:07:24</strong>
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				Steven heard the echoing fire of gunshots ring out from the city. <br><br><em>Someone's alive....</em><br><br>Steven's first instinct was to go help whoever it was who was in danger. But on second thought he remembered the dead body he had found and the bat that he now carried. It could be a gang of scavengers...or it could be someone trying to fight them or the undead off. As he argued with himself he started his bike and weaved through the long abandoned cars making his way into the city. The gunfire sounded like it came from the other side of the city. As quickly as it came no more shots had been fired.<br><br><em>Either they are out of ammo or dead....hopefully the killed whatever they attacked them if they are innocent survivors...</em><br><br>Various stages of undead prowled the streets but his bike was much too fast for them. He had been lucky so far not to encounter a dead end or a horde of undead so large that they blocked the streets. He knew that eventually some of the undead had left the city after they had picked it clean but there were still more than enough to make Raccoon city a hot zone for zombies. Steven figured he'd find some signs of survivors as he drove through the city but there were lots of ransacked buildings decaying and trashed. The moans of the undead were starting to make the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. As he drove on he made sure to keep an eye on his surroundings and to look for any place where he might be able to keep as a small base for when he needed to rest after searching the city. Almost without warning as he turned his bike around a corner he slammed into an undead. His bike stopped as he quickly drew his Beretta sending a 9mm round through the zombies head. As the undead fell he was about to start his bike when he thought he heard an engine as he stopped to try and listen for where the engine could be coming from he heard a moan coming from various directions. Four stumbling walkers approached him from an abandoned office. They were badly decayed though still able to walk as the shuffled towards him he felt pity for the as he sent each of them to rest with a 9mm round in their heads. <br><br><em>How could someone let this happen....</em>
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