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Guys I'm REALLY sorry about my absence here. I'll have more time this weekend I think. I just got a new job and I've been having a handful of family issues and I just haven't had the time to come here and check this. I'm sorry! I'll try to reply Friday if I can.
thechrisredfield:
"Claire.. You do realize I did a lot of that in Africa, right...? I conserved a lot of ammo getting into fist fights with infected." Chris shrugged slightly, while giving a painful smile. He didn't look happy at all, but who could look happy in a situation like that...? If only Claire wasn't stuck in this hell. He had to get her out.
"Huh?" Chris looked over the edge as she did, and noticed the collection of Zombies making their way to the building. "Son of a Bitch! They know we're here. Do you think they're already starting to evolve?" He had his hands curled into large fists, knuckles obviously white from how tight his was making it. He really had to make a decision now. They couldn't wait any longer. Going down the escape wasn't an option. He couldn't risk Claire doing something crazy like that now.
"Look at what- WHOA!" He cheered with a fist pump, after seeing the Flare. This could mean two things; They had someone trying to find them, or someone in serious danger. Anyway, They were going to check it out, no matter what."
"Down the Roof stairs we go! Com'on Claire! We gotta find whoever threw it." In a moment, Chris dug out another Flare and for firing. "Whoever it is needs to know that someone saw it. It's just as response." He fired it high this time, to make sure they could see it just fine if they were looking for it.
"And wasn't the incident in Africa completely different? These are zombies Chris; virus carriers. It's different."
She didn't assume to know just what happened in Africa, but she'd heard enough from Chris to know that zombies--a byproduct of the T-virus--were quite a lot different than the living, breathing hosts carrying the Las Plagas parasite. It was probably a lot safer to melee a parasitic villager than risk getting a good clean chunk of your arm bitten off by a zombie. One healthy bite from those things was a death sentence to those who had yet to be inoculated, and if Claire's hunch was right, even those who had received the T-virus antidote weren't safe. A single mutation would be all it would take...
And now more of them were converging. Just perfect. It was a very strange thing to have such luck; on the one hand, you might think that the Redfields had absolutely terrible luck. Between them they had quite the outbreak resume. And yet they were still alive, and still together, therefore one might think they had completely stupid good luck.
I don't feel so lucky right now, though...
With all those zombies below them, she really didn't want to test their luck, either. When Chris said he wanted to go through the building, it was like a weight had lifted. Somehow, trudging off into the unknown darkness of the building seemed more comforting. Just so long as there were no big scary monsters--or evil virus-enhanced blondes--lurking within, waiting to pop out at just the right time.
"I hope it's Leon...and I really hope it's not a cry for help from him. I'm ready; let's get moving."
She flashed her brother an easy smile and pulled her handgun from her belt, moving to the roof access door in the process. She would have just gone in and taken the lead, but she really didn't feel like listening to one of her brother's lectures, or one of his attempts to prove himself as the alpha. There was something about men that just made them want to prove just how...manly they were. Chris was no arrogant asshole on a machismo kick, but he did have the biggest stubborn streak Claire had ever seen. He liked to be the one to take the lead, and while Claire could handle herself, she was fine with letting her brother take over. After all, she was pretty used to that behavior by now; she'd experienced it from Steve and Leon, as well. Good guys, all of them.
But now's not the time to reminisce...
Thinking about the past and getting lost in memories right now was a mistake. She still had Chris and Leon around her, and she was intent to bring them all together as soon as humanly possible. With a bit of luck, the trio would reunite within the hour.
thechrisredfield:
Chris was searching around just as Claire did. He wanted to make sure they'd be safe when tehy made their next move. What were they going to do...? He noticed the fire escape with some of the infected. They looked like they were only in the first stages, which made them easy to dispatch. Chris could probably take them all down with just hand-to-hand combat. It was a tight space, so if they went that way... it would leave Chris doing all the work, and Claire could only watch. He wasn't exactly sure if Claire would like that approach, but judging the area he saw around it... there wasn't much of a horde there. If they kept everything slow and steady with minimal noise, they could probably get onto the streets with little hassle. Not using a gun would really help with that... Good thing He could break their skulls with his bare hands.
The issue with that stairway was that Chris wasn't sure what could be waiting for them. He had this feeling in his gut that the open door could be a trap from Wesker, but maybe he was letting his paranoia take over his mind. He rubbed his stubbled chin, while washing those options through his mind. Both had their risks. If the door was left open, whatever was in the building that could be useful would probably be gone by now. There would be nothing useful for them at this point. It could give them a moment of cover, but they both didn't know who... or what, could be waiting for them in the depths of those halls and rooms.
"Well, We don't know what's down in the building. If survivors were here before us... I doubt there's anything good left... But then again, who knows. There could be some weid mutation of a Hunter.... or some super-powerful Licker. I might be acting a little over analytical, but I think it comes with good reason.." He kept rubbing the stubble, hoping he'd hatch a genius plan. "The fire escape tells us exactly what we're walking too, and from what I'm seeing, the street doesn't have a large horde yet. They look like first stage infected. We could cut right through them without using a lot of ammo.... Any at all, If I want at them hand-to-hand."
Chris gave a nod, like he decided on his decision. "I think we have better chances going in broad sight, but I could be horribly wrong." Chris shrugged. He just wanted to make sure Claire would be safe. If they were in a situation in the building... there could be the chance Claire would be put right into danger, where Chris couldn't assist... But that could also happen in an open area. They could get separated and they'd be goners. He really had to make sure he was making the right decision...
And so even asking Chris for his thoughts, Claire was back to square one. So much for the leader-type. At least Chris had mentioned that the fire escape route seemed safer, although now that she heard his take on it, it didn't seem like the best plan to her. Hand-to-hand combat against zombies? Even with the T-virus vaccine, that wasn't a good idea. And with all these infected, they had no idea if it was the same strain or not.
Claire glanced over the side of the building with trepidation, noticing with an unpleasant jolt that more zombies were starting to congregate below them. Did they sense the flesh of the living above them or was there something else? Her instincts were beginning to tell her it was better to go inside, to take their chances. If things looked bad right away, they could always get back to the roof.
"I don't like the idea of you punching out a zombie, Chris. Maybe we should just...take a peek inside. They all seem to be gathering in that alleyway...what's going on?"
Chris likely didn't have the answer either, and Claire didn't really expect to get much in way of a response. Something just didn't feel right to her and she couldn't place it. At any rate, they should--
Wait a minute. Was that a flare in the distance? A cry for help, or a signal that the cavalry had come in? Maybe it was Leon! Her heart leapt at the thought, and she suddenly smiled, unable to hide her optimism.
"Chris, look!"
The flare wasn't that far away; no matter who it ended up being, it was worth checking out. Civilians didn't often carry those things around, anyway...
ashleygrahamx:
Leon, taking a new spin to being a bodyguard.
Leon, what do you think you're doing? Do I have to tell my brother?
thechrisredfield:
☨~Made in Heaven~☨: thechrisredfield: ☨~Made in Heaven~☨: thechrisredfield: While there...
Chris was staring up at his sister with worry deep in his gaze. If Chris had that much trouble getting across... That would mean that Claire would have just as much trouble, Maybe even more than him. He was worried that he might not be able to save her and it would be all his- No... He was going to save her, even if it meant his life instead. Claire had years and years to live, and he refused to let anything stop her from living her dream life.
"I'll catch you, I promise!" Chris had more of a bark to his tone as he shouted his confident words to her. If she was nervous, she would be bound to have secon d thoughts the mometn she jumped. They both couldn't afford that type of weakness in their decisions right now, that was just a ridiculous idea. They were both going to make it... of course....
His lips parted to shout her name as she took the jump, and realized she wasn't going to make it. When Claire first hit, Chris made a wild grab for her, but ended up dropping to his stomach to catch her.... just barely. He had her wrists tight in his grip, him giving her a worried smile. There was relief practically dripping from his viasge.
"I've got you, I've got you." He murmured, as he started to struggle while getting to his knees while holding her safe. Slowly and steadily, Chris pulled himself to his knees, and then finally got Claire up onto the flat surface. Once he had her up, he pulled her into a hug, showing his pure fear when he saw her in that situation. It was all too close for his liking.
For one terrifying moment Claire thought she was going to fall, unable to find purchase as she slid back, but suddenly her brother was there, grabbing onto her and keeping her from sliding further. She kicked against the building as he pulled her up, doing her best in being helpful, and then finally she wasn't dangling anymore. She was safe and in her brother's strong arms. That had been entirely too close, and suddenly she didn't feel much like scolding Chris anymore.
"That...was a really, really stupid idea..." she said breathlessly, pulling away after a moment and sitting back on her heels. There was nothing like a close encounter with death to really make you feel alive. "Okay, so where do we go from here?"
If the door on the roof was open, they could slip down into the building, but if it was infested there wasn't really much point. They could check for a fire escape and climb down that way, get back onto the streets and search for Leon...
Leon...
Another person she was going to have to save a scolding for. Granted, she had called him in, but like Chris said the blonde had probably just charged headlong into the disaster, his desire to protect clouding his senses. If he got himself hurt she was going to kill him.
Claire climbed to her feet and dusted her pants off a bit, crossing over to the roof access door, finding it propped open on a large block. Kind of concerning, especially since there was no one on the roof. And yet the fact that the door was propped open made her believe that no one had fled to the roof in an attempt to evade undead attackers; clearly whoever had been up there last had intended to go back in.
But did they? Where did they go...?
A quick glance around revealed there was a fire escape as well, so they at least had a couple of options here. Unfortunately the alleyway the fire escape lead into had several carriers shambling about, moaning hungrily and blindly searching for their next meal. The front door to the building seemed more clear.
So, take a risk by heading inside, but exit into the clear, or take the easy way and climb down the fire escape with the knowledge that they would be heading directly into the undead? Decisions, decisions...
"Which way, Chris...?" she asked anxiously, deciding to let her brother decide. Left to her own devices, Claire would probably risk a glance inside the building, but her brother was more the leader-type.
thechrisredfield:
NO DON’T REPLY TO THAT ONE ABOUT JILL.
I ANSWERED YOU BEFORE.
SAVIN’ MY SISTAH FROM FALLIN’!
((lol okay, just making sure it wasn't like an add-on))
thechrisredfield:
☨~Made in Heaven~☨: thechrisredfield: While there was a moment of relief for their two...
"Yeah... Actually. I know how stupid that sounds." Chris looked right back to Claire, giving her nothing but an honest expression. Chris's idea was absolutely ridiculous, but it was the only thing he could think of. They were just stranded ducks right now... One thing he learned thorough all of his experience was that if he wanted to live, he had to keep moving. It was better now that it was the two of them; They could watch each other's backs. If he couldn't have jill as his partner; It would always be his Sister. Claire was just that type of girl, and she really worked well as his partner... since they knew each other so well.
".... I doubt Leon would do that though. He seems like the guy who would sent the copter by itself, and then come get us manually. To think he'd throw himself into such a hellhole like that. It's probably for you. I know that kid has a crush on you." Chris stood up almost stiffly, him rotating his shoulder as they talked. He wasn't exaclty sure now that he was on the spot. Did he really want to try to make that jump now....? He wasn't so sure anymore now that he thought about it. It seemed like a stupid idea, but it was probably his only option.
"I'll.... go for it. If I make it, I'll stand on the edge and make sure you do too. I'll catch you if something goes wrong. I promise." Chris gave her a thumbs up with a smug grin, as he started to back away from the edge, at least a good twenty feet. He glanced at Claire...and to the edge, before swallowing his fears.
Chris went off like a bull, him charging for the edge with incredible speed. He soared across the edge, but ended short. He was clawing for the edge, only to dangle there for a moment. Chris threw himself over the side after that brush with death, just to stand up, to give her another thumbs up. "Yeah... It was just a little short." He could already see Claire's expression when that happened, and the scolding she was going to give him once she got over to his side. He was just ready for it.
It really was a stupid idea, but it was one of those ideas that was just dumb enough to actually work. Being on the edge made Claire realize that they didn't have any margin of error. It was literally do or die, and she was confident that they would get across. They just had to.
The mention of Leon having a crush on her caused her to roll her eyes, but she didn't further the conversation. That could wait. Besides, Leon didn't seem that interested in her. In Raccoon he'd been all gaga over that Ada woman, and then there was Angela during the airport incident. She'd actually gotten a little jealous both times, but hadn't shown it.
Okay, not the time to think about this, Claire. Try worrying about the situation at hand instead of little crushes, hm?
"Not if you make it. When." She offered her brother a slight smile, able to see the concern and slight fear in his eyes, and she didn't blame him at all. Right now, though, she was a lot more worried about Chris' safety than her turn to jump.
You got this, big brother...
And then Chris was running, airborne for a moment before nearly sliding off the other building. For a moment she was sure her heart had stopped, the helplessness of her situation making it all much worse. She was stuck on the other side without being able to lend a hand, forced to watch as the events before her unfolded.
"Chris!"
For a moment her knees felt weak, relief flooding through her when Chris managed to pull himself up. Oh man she was going to give him hell for scaring her like that, just as soon as she was in punching distance. Evidently her face had contorted into a somewhat irritable expression, because she recognized that look on her brother's face. It was the look of someone who knew they were about to get a good scolding...
"You better be ready, cause I'm coming over..." she explained with a slight frown. She backed away from the edge, making sure there was plenty of room to build up a good speed. With a deep breath, she kicked off the ground and ran as fast as she was able, jumping at the last second. For a moment it seemed like she had it, but then she hit the building rather painfully and slid back, grabbing at the edge.
thechrisredfield:
While there was a moment of relief for their two friends, Chris had sat down on the heavy box that was assumingly for the air conditioning system for the whole building. He hadn't said a word since that moment of excitement had passed and slipped into a solemn silence. He had a hand on his bristle covered chin, in a heavy contemplating haze. He glanced at the building they were on. On the building was a heavy cord... Was it for television service, or electricity? He felt like they had to keep going; he just had a bad feeling about staying put for too long. The distance between the buildings was about ten feet. If they had a running start.... They could probably make it. It was slightly shorter then this building which would give them the advantage. Chris's gaze went to his sister for a moment, with thoughts if she could make something like that, too. He had some doubt, but she WAS his sister. Even without much experience, she was a natural at everything she did. That was a great thing about his little sister.
"What do you think we should do...? I have an idea, but I know my genius sister might come up with something a little better." He gave a smile that seemed like it was forced... all too painful for the situation they were in. They'd survive, of course they would, but being in this.... it was hard and only left nightmares for months.
Chris really looked deterred by all of this; which was a troubling thing within his self. He wasn't the type of guy to give up ever, his stubborn streak never allowed for it. This time though, he really looked discouraged by it all.
"I'm trying to think about where Leon would start looking, if he came for us." The kid wouldn't just let a copter come for them. He'd come running too. That was just the type of guy Leon was; He never knew went to stay out of it. "I'm not even sure if he's here or not, but if he's on the streets, He'll never find us... I'm thinking.......... We might need to head down there." Chris knew how dangerous it was, but he couldn't think of anything else. They were safe right now, but knowing Leon, they'd.... have to dive right back into danger to find him, that is... if he was looking for them- No, he was absolutely sure Leon hauled himself out here just for them. He would never just let a Helicopter come for them, with him waiting. He had a death wish; He had to. "It's whatever you think, though. I just hope you've got something better up your sleeve, Sis."
Claire paced back and forth along the roof, the constant motion helping her from going stir crazy and letting her think more easily. It was a seriously bad situation, but she wasn't going to despair and give up. You just didn't do that, especially after surviving so many of these situations. All a person could do was to take charge and get themselves to safety.
In Raccoon, panic had threatened to overtake her, but at least Leon had been there for her, even when they were separated. Just knowing he was out there, going through the same thing she was, looking for her...that made a difference. And of course she'd come across Sherry and felt responsible for her. By the time she got to Rockfort Island she'd toughened up. It had been stupid charging into Umbrella, but after the terrors in the city, she'd had to find her brother. Unfortunately she found herself in handcuffs on a helicopter to a remote island. But then she'd met Steve and--
No, now wasn't the time to think about Steve. After that, she'd taken a more passive side, taking the role of rescuer as Leon had told her during the airport incident. By that point, she was practically a T-virus veteran, and since she'd lived through three outbreaks, there was no way in hell she was going to lose to a fourth challenge. Screw that.
The fact that the earlier helicopter had bypassed them just made her angry and fueled her desire to get out. She could see that tired, discouraged look on her brother's face and told herself she couldn't let herself get that way as well. They needed to be strong and persevere; they were Redfields, damnit.
"I really don't have a plan right now, so anything you have to work with would be good."
She stopped pacing and turned to her brother, hands crossed over her chest. Obviously heading back down the stairs was out, so that meant they could try to climb down--not a good idea--or maybe jump to the building beside them. Her stormy gaze drifted over to the other building, attempting to gauge the distance. It seemed like they could make it, since both of them were pretty athletic. But then what? Could they risk going inside? Or maybe there was a fire escape...
"Actually...you want to jump, don't you?" she asked, turning her attention back to Chris. She knew her brother very well, knew that he would come up with a simple plan based on what he saw. Not that he wasn't smart--he was just brash. "Fine, then let's do it."
She dropped her arms and walked over to the edge, frowning slightly. It was a decent drop, but if Chris went first, he could grab her if she didn't quite make it. Though she was determined to get across. How lame would it be to live through multiple zombie outbreaks and then fall off a building?
"I think the bigger problem is gonna be finding Leon. I really thought he'd come flying in, but I guess I'm just being too hopeful." A massive city outbreak was a lot different than sending a few people to the airport in an attempt to look good.
The odds of finding each other in the city suddenly seemed overwhelming. How could they hope to just bump into him? At this rate, they were going to be bailing Leon out of a jam, not the other way around. It had been a bad idea to contact him, and if anything happened to him she'd never be able to forgive herself.
Hope you're okay, Leon...
"All right. After you, big bro."
