Cut & Run

Enoch · Subject: Cut & Run Thu Feb 05, 2009 10:31 am

Enoch was squatting on the edge of a roof, looking down into the alley below. He had been without a firearm for days now, and it was beginning to wear on him. With his KA-BAR alone, he could only comfortably move through a few blocks without pausing to rest. And that was no good, since he was running low on food and water. His canteen had run dry, and he was taking bottles when he could find them. He only had a few nutrition bars and a Slim Jim in his pack.
Fighting the hunger that was beginning to claw at his belly, Enoch pulled a stick of gum from his pocket and popped it into his mouth, chewing slowly as he continued to look for anything to worry about.
After he was satisfied that nothing was in the alley, he moved his attention to the street. There wasn't anything there either.
Scratch that... Enoch thought, focusing on a small group of shuffling, lightly moaning zombies. There were five... Six of them, in a scattered group. He unclipped the strap on his KA-BAR and pulled it from its sheath, which was strapped to his belt horizontally. The black blade felt slightly heavy in his hand, comfortable... He was a bit eager to use it again.
Hanging onto the edge of the roof with his left hand, knife in his right, Enoch dangled his legs over the edge of the alley and aimed his fall for the fire escape a few feet below him. When he was ready, he let go, and fell through the air.
Enoch landed on the fire escape, bending his knees to absorb the impact and silence his landing. Flipping his knife into a reverse grip, he turned and crept down the fire escapes ladders, checking the street at each level before continuing.
Soon, he reached the street, and he pressed himself against the wall to his left, sliding up to the corner and peeking out quickly.
The zombies had made some progress, and the closest one was about ten feet away, shambling aimlessly. Enoch waited, watching, until it closed the gap. Five feet... Four... Three...
Enoch whirled around the corner and thrust the clip point of his blade into the zombies' temple, twisted the blade, and pulled it out again. The blade had crushed skull, destroyed brain tissue, and put down the zombie. As it fell over, dead again, Enoch backed into the alley once more, hoping he was not discovered. Five to go... He thought, grinning to himself.
A loud, alert moan crushed his hopes a second later.
Crap... He thought, flicking his wrist and sending a bit of gore flying from his knife. He took a deep breath and readied himself for combat.
He turned the corner and ran at the closest zombie. They were moaning urgently now, arms raised to grab at him. Enoch continued moving, ducking under the outstretched arms of the zombie and cutting the tendon in his right shoulder with his blade. The arm fell limply to its side, but it showed no signs of stopping. Neither did he. Enoch turned back towards the zombie, and stabbed through the back of its head, before jerking the blade free again and putting his left hand on the zombies head, grabbing its hair firmly and pulling it back to meet his knee strike. The force of his strike on the weakened skull combined and resulted in the head caving in. His knee pad came away covered in gore, but he didn't stop moving.
The next zombie was limping slightly, missing its right foot. So Enoch simply gave it a left roundhouse kick, knocking it over. As it reached for him from the ground, he raised his boot and stomped down on its head sharply. The first few stomps did nothing but ease the ending of the last. The head collapsed, popping like a rotten fruit and spraying blood and brain over the asphalt.
Three to go... He noted, walking towards the next target. He dispatched it by grabbing its outstretched right arm with his left, pulled it closer (putting it off balance), spun it around, and pulled its own arm into its mouth. Its moan was stifled by its own undead flesh, and it was cut off completely as Enoch grabbed its head and snapped its neck violently. The zombie crumpled and fell to the ground like a rag doll, and he moved on to the next one.
The zombie growled and lunged for Enoch, who wasn't expecting it. It got a hand on his sleeveless hoodie and tried pulling him in, but Enoch raised his right leg between them and kicked it in the sternum, pushing it back. He was faster this time, sinking the blade of his KA-BAR into its eye socket and thrusting his palm at the butt. This blade punctured the brain, and killed the zombie as Enoch twisted it free.
"It's just you and me now!" Enoch said, taunting the zombie. It didn't understand, but it made him feel a bit better. He dropped into a ready stance, flipped his blade into a normal grip, and circled the zombie. It was unnecessary to do this with a zombie, but Enoch didn't think he'd be fighting another knife-wielder any time soon, so he figure he might as well enjoy himself.
The zombie lunged at him, so he sidestepped and made a quick slash at the side of its head. The upper half of its ear fell to the ground, and the zombie turned to try again. And again, it was unsuccessful, losing the use of its right arm in the same manner as one of the previous zombies.
After a minute of this, the zombie was essentially harmless to him, so he walked up to it, grabbed its neck, and forced it up against a wall. He took his time, pulled his blade back, levelling it so that it was horizontal, and thrust it through the zombies forehead, killing it.
His opponents dead, Enoch felt no need to remain in his current location, so he made his way down the street, heading towards a convenience store down the street.

Inside, Enoch restocked his water and food supply with some expensive water he wouldn't have bothered with under normal circumstances, a bunch of nutrition bars, and a heap of friends for his lone Slim Jim. As he was zipping up his pack again, Enoch heard the doorbell jingle.
Whirling around quickly, knife already in hand, Enoch was surprised to see, not a zombie, but a survivor.
"Sorry about that..." He said, smiling and standing again, still keeping his knife in his hand, although he held it in a (apparently) less threatening reverse grip. He trusted survivors more than zombies, because not all survivors wanted to kill him, but he was still cautious.
"Who are you?"

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They only saw a bare-foot boy, with blanched and twitching face;
They did not see within his eyes the glory of his race;

Ruined the mood, didn't I?

**Wesker** · Subject: Re: Cut & Run Thu Feb 05, 2009 6:24 pm

I sat up on one of the buildings looking down at the street. I was hoping to find survivors of RPD, or more specifically S.T.A.R.S. I saw a man killing Zombies with a knife. I pulled out my sniper rifle and zoomed in the scope. I saw that it was Enoch, one of the members of S.T.A.R.S. "I knew I should have assigned him to Bravo Team" I said quietly to myself, but I began to think that he would be a great source of training information. "maybe I'll keep him around longer." I said as I watched him enter a convinience store. I saw a survivor of the Zombie onslaught enter the building as well and I began to shoot the Zombies that Enoch didn't dismember completely in the head destroying their brains so the virus can't evolve and have several Crimson heads running around. "Enoch. I'll catch you later." I said as I lifted my gun and walked away from the edge.

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Nemesis · NPC Number of posts: 13 Registration date: 2008-09-29

Nemesis began to walk down the street. it looked down at the corpses of the zombies that Enoch killed. he walked a little farther to the convenience store. "S.T.A.R.S." it said as it busted through one of the windows. It looked at Enoch then attempted to grab him. but grabbed the survivor instead and ran the tentacle through his head. It dropped the corpse and began to walk towards Enoch and held it's hand up to show the tentacle retracting into his hand. "RAAAAAAH! S.T.A.R.S." It screamed as it began to charge Enoch with a punch.

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Enoch · Subject: Re: Cut & Run Fri Feb 06, 2009 7:43 am

Enoch was stunned by the appearance of the huge... Angry... Thing... He couldn't imagine that it was once a person. As it roared at him, Enoch let the rapid pounding of his heart fill his ears. His adrenaline was kicking into overdrive. With the zombies, he had been able to work it off; they were more of a chore than anything. But Nemesis was a different story.
As the massive creature charged at Enoch with a fist raised, Enoch screamed right back at him and ran towards him, dropping to his knees and sliding between Nemesis' legs. When he made it to the other side, Enoch hopped to his feet and jumped behind the counter, wondering if the monster had seen him. He hoped not, but history provided some examples of similar situations not going in his favor.
Under the counter, Enoch spotted a glint of silver. Excited, he reached for it and nearly laughed. Apparently, the convenience stores' previous owner had been a bit paranoid. Enoch had found a Colt Double Eagle pistol. Just from the feel of it, he could tell that it was in fine shape. He glanced up over the counter as he pulled back the slide, and then stood up and pointed the gun at Nemesis, pulling the trigger.
Nothing happened.
Shit! He thought, pulling the trigger again. He ejected the clip and growled angrily. The weapon was unloaded. So much for a gun...
Enoch looked from the gun to Nemesis and back again, before cocking his arm back and throwing the gun at Nemesis, before jumping over the counter and backing out of the door, KA-BAR drawn.

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They only saw a bare-foot boy, with blanched and twitching face;
They did not see within his eyes the glory of his race;

Ruined the mood, didn't I?

**Wesker** · Subject: Re: Cut & Run Fri Feb 06, 2009 11:29 am

I walked out of an ally way and pointed my gun at the back of Enochs head. "It's been a while Enoch." I said. I then stepped around him and began to fire shots at Nemesis.

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Enoch · Subject: Re: Cut & Run Fri Feb 06, 2009 8:06 pm

Enoch growled as Wesker flaunted his possession, firing at the massive creature that he'd been forced to run from.
"Wesker... I see you still have the best toys..." He replied, still backing away from the convenience store entrance. He kept alert, knowing that their little skirmish would likely attract the attention of any nearby zombies, mutants, and the various other horrors of Umbrella.
Enoch briefly considered taking advantage of Weskers' momentary distraction and putting his blade through his heart, but he didn't like the idea of removing the only thing standing between himself and Nemesis.

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They only saw a bare-foot boy, with blanched and twitching face;
They did not see within his eyes the glory of his race;

Ruined the mood, didn't I?

Nemesis · NPC Number of posts: 13 Registration date: 2008-09-29

Nemesis let out a roar as Wesker shot it. it began to run at the S.T.A.R.S. Members and extended it's tentacle at them.

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"S.T.A.R.S.!""S.T.A.R.S.?"

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**Wesker** · Subject: Re: Cut & Run Sun Feb 08, 2009 1:55 am

I ducked out of the way of Nemesis's tentacle. "Damnit, I suggest you run, Enoch" I said as I began to take off down the street. as I ran I realeased the clip and jammed in a new one.

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Enoch · Subject: Re: Cut & Run Tue Feb 10, 2009 7:38 am

Evading Nemesis, Enoch decided to follow Wesker, since he was carrying the firepower. And he probably had some answers to the questions in Enochs' head.
"What the hell is that thing?" He asked, still running. He had sheathed his KA-BAR, so that he wouldn't accidentally trip and end up making a bit hole in himself with it.

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They only saw a bare-foot boy, with blanched and twitching face;
They did not see within his eyes the glory of his race;

Ruined the mood, didn't I?

**Wesker** · Subject: Re: Cut & Run Tue Feb 10, 2009 3:30 pm

"That 'thing' back there is a product of the Nemesis project. it was created when Umbrella decided to make a tyrant type stronger by attaching a parasite to it." I said still in a run. I looked up and saw that there was a fire escape. "Ah, up we go." I said as I grabbed Enoch with one arm and tossed him onto the fire escape before I jumped up to the fire escape too. "if we get up to the roof before he sees us we'll be safe." I said as I began to climb the stairway.

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Enoch · Subject: Re: Cut & Run Wed Feb 11, 2009 12:48 pm

Enoch landed on the fire escape in surprise. He wasn't used to being thrown around, so it took him a moment to process and to follow Wesker. When he did, however, he soon became impatient, and simply scaled the outside of the fire escape, jumping up and pulling himself to the next level. This took him less time than it would have to run up each individual set of stairs, and he had a bit more freedom of movement.
When he reached the top, Wesker was there. Damn... He thought to himself. Should have expected he would be different too...
"Well, we're on the roof... And I don't see any signs of Nemesis, but that doesn't mean shit..." Enoch said, going over to the edge in a slight crouch to look for the monster. He found the streets to be empty, then backed away from the edge, still alert.
"Do you have any hints? How to get out of the city, maybe? Or how to kill that thing?" He asked, pacing back and forth, twirling his KA-BAR anxiously.

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They only saw a bare-foot boy, with blanched and twitching face;
They did not see within his eyes the glory of his race;

Ruined the mood, didn't I?

**Wesker** · Subject: Re: Cut & Run Wed Feb 11, 2009 7:05 pm

"Well the first thing we need to do." I said as I pulled a handgun out and checked the ammo. "Is keep you alive, It'll help with Zombies and a hunter or two." I said as I tossed Enoch the Handgun. "I'll see what I can do about the evacuation. Just stay alive as long as possible." I said before I jumped off the roof and began to run through the alleyways.

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Enoch · Subject: Re: Cut & Run Thu Feb 12, 2009 9:28 am

Enoch caught the weapon in the air and began checking it, making mental notes so he could familiarize himself with the gun faster. It was a simple handgun, probably standard issue somewhere, although Enoch had been outfitted with a SIG-Sauer during his active duty. The weapon in his hand was a Glock 17L. It fired 9x19mm Parabellum rounds, and had a double-column box magazine, holding seventeen rounds at most. Currently, there was one in the chamber, and sixteen in the magazine. Enoch shrugged and ejected the clip, pulled back the slide, and caught the round as it was ejected, quickly reloading it into the magazine. He then proceeded to disassemble the handgun and check that everything was in working order.
When Enoch was satisfied that the weapon was in shape, he put it back together, finishing the action by pulling back the slide and rechambering the first bullet. Armed with some firepower at last, Enoch tucked the gun into the back of his belt as he rummaged through his pack for some supplies. He came out with some duct tape and paper towels, and got to work. After a few minutes, he had assembled a crude, homemade holster for the Glock and strapped it to his right thigh. For the most part, the sticky side of the tape was facing out, and he had applied a layer of paper towels to it in order to prevent anything from clinging to it. Then, he had used three long strips of tape to secure the holster. All things considered, it was a good holster, but some might wonder why he didn't just use a normal holster that had been made as such, instead of scrapped together. Enoch never held on to a weapon after running out of ammo. He might carry the Glock for a bit longer, just so he could return it to Wesker, but he normally didn't like carrying around the extra, useless weight.
Now equipped, Enoch transferred the gun from his belt to his holster and made sure it was steady. It was. Then, he looked around, got his bearings, and decided upon a course. He wanted to try for Raven's Gate Bridge, and see if there was any way out. If so, he would take it. If not, he would have to find another way.
His mind made up, Enoch backed up a few steps, paused, and made a run for the edge, jumping through the air a moment before he reached the ledge. He sailed through the air, and landed in a roll on the adjacent buildings roof.
The bridge is only a mile or so away... Just gotta keep moving... He thought, getting to his feet and preparing to try again.

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They only saw a bare-foot boy, with blanched and twitching face;
They did not see within his eyes the glory of his race;

Ruined the mood, didn't I?

Tyrant · NPC Number of posts: 5 Registration date: 2008-09-29

Tyrant saw Enoch when he was a few blocks away from the Bridge. it let out an inhuman roar as it began to charge him.

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Enoch · Subject: Re: Cut & Run Thu Feb 19, 2009 9:26 am

Enoch growled in anger as the Tyrant accosted him. He was getting tired of all the FUS he had to deal with in Raccoon City, which made getting out all the more pressing.
Instead of engaging with the Tyrant, Enoch kept moving, keeping an eye and an ear out for the Tyrant, so he wouldn't be caught by surprise. He neared the bridge, and a path revealed itself to him. Trusting his instincts, Enoch ran in a straight line towards a nearby building and performed a pop vault, planting his foot on the wall and transforming his forward momentum into upward momentum. He grabbed a ledge and pulled himself up, bracing himself momentarily on a windowsill before jumping up again.
He quickly reached the roof, and looked down to see the Tyrant, still coming after him, but still a bit behind. It hadn't reached the building yet, so Enoch took a moment to draw Weskers loan, flick the safety off, and take aim. When the Tyrants' head was lined up in the sights, Enoch squeezed the trigger three times. He wasn't sure that all of the rounds hit their mark, but a spray of blood told him that at least one had hit the Tyrant. He allowed himself a tired smile before turning the safety back on and holstering the Glock, before turning and running for the other side of the roof.
Enoch jumped off the roof and bent his knees on impact, before continuing towards the bridge, still alert for any signs of zombies, mutants, or more importantly, the Tyrant he had just pissed off.

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They only saw a bare-foot boy, with blanched and twitching face;
They did not see within his eyes the glory of his race;

Ruined the mood, didn't I?