Log: Biohazard 1

**Biohazard 1 – November 20, 2016**

**Players:**

Large Marge

Small Paul

Beth Grant

Jessica Parks

James Scott

Chad Scott

Gregor Dmitri

Jake Tully

Lawrence Wright

=====================<\* [LOG: 16] Red Queen has
posed  \*>=====================

VALENTINES DAY (That means it's February 14th).

It's the perfect night for some people.

For others? It's a nightmare without even involving horror
or terror of any kind. The thought of it could drive one to madness especially
if they were lonely or one of those hip counter-culture sorts who had to rebel
against everything.

The night is dark and full of terrors though, this was
Raccoon City.

<><><>

It was sometime after 3am and there were very few people on
the roads out in Arklay Mountains, mostly because the majority of people with
sense were listening to the warning to avoid the area.

Had nobody ever thought of the people who lived out here or
had to use the route to go from one place to the other?

<><><>

A large transport truck is heading through the mountains,
having just delivered a large shipment of guns to some bikers. The Arklay
Mountains were a good detour back home, they avoided any weight scales or
police usually.

As smugglers and gun-runners liked to joke, thank god for
Umbrella cause nobody gives a fuck what happens in Raccoon so long as you're
not messing with Umbrella.

<><><>

A pair of US Marshal's escorting a dangerous but not
prolific Serial Killer had also found themselves going down the mountain roads,
cutting through Colarado on their way to the next state. Unfortunately, they
had ended up in Arklay due to their poor directions; having been forced to take
several detours in their SUV. The prisoner in the back no doubt annoying them.

<><><>

In a much happier if dramatic state of affairs, two brothers
and one brother's girlfriend are coming back home from a party. Drunk driving
was a factor, as well as a heated argument over who Beth should really be with.

So much for Valentine's Day Romance.

====================< [LOG: 16] End of Red Queen's
pose  >====================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Chad Scott has
posed  \*>=====================

A scenic night the endless road out ahead in the dead of
night or rather the early morning. The 73 delta 88 rolls along headlights
shining out into that morning darkness, custom built tires gripped hard to the
road as the older Scott brother drives a good fifteen miles over the speed
limit. He's got the radio up and blaring out generic rock, kicking back a beer
before he throws it right out the window down to the ground bellow far behind
them. "You know James, if you weren't my brother I'd kill you." A
brief look into the rear-view mirror at the back seat at the other two. "I
mean hell man, at least give me some warning before you go sleeping with my
girlfriend." He wasn't in a good mood a hand falls down onto the steering
wheel as he drives that little bit faster. "I mean I know you're jealous
of my fame, fortune, and rocking looks but come on." A bit of sarcasm as
he tries to cover the anger. "It's Suzy from first grade all over again."
Talking as if Beth weren't even there.

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Chad Scott's
pose  >====================

===================< [LOG: 16] Large Marge’s pose  >====================

"My daddy served in the army, when he lost his right
eye... But he flew a flag out in his front yard, til the day tha' he
died!" Marge just made a bucket load of money on this run, so she was
doin' a little cell-E-bratin', which includes a pint of whiskey and the biggest
fucking meth rock god ever cook't up in a trailer. A little Toby Keith on RCBK
Country, "Now this nation'at I love, has fallen unner' attack! A mighty
sucker punch cum flyin' from somewhere inna back!" She steers the big rig
with one knee, swerving like a drunkin goober while she sparks up a Bic lighter
with an american flag on it to take a mighty hit from her pipe, which she
promptly passes off to Paul.

"Man' we dun lit up yur world like the fourth of
july!" She slaps the steering wheel and blows meth smoke in the already
smokey cabin. "God, I'd fuck tha' man's face until he died of
suffication."

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Large Marge’s
pose  >====================

==================<\* [LOG: 16] Lawrence Wright has
posed  \*>==================

"C'mon. Seriously. Not my fault." Lawrence is
looking in the rearview mirror, checking his side mirrors every thirt or so
seconds. "Besides, if anyone was tracking us to spring that idiot," a
greying head gestures towards the back seat where Gregor sits, "We're on a
different route." While he's just full of optimism, or is that more
sarcasm? Probably sarcasm, the US Marshall hasn't gotten too snippy yet.
"Just think," he offers to the car at large, "Half hour or so,
we'll all be in our beds."

==============< [LOG: 16] End of Lawrence Wright's
pose  >=================

=================<\* [NO LOG: 16] Gregor Dmitri has
posed  \*>==================

         From the back
seat of the Marshals' economy sedan, Gregor Dmitri had been doing a lot more
plotting than annoying. It was all about the fanfare for this one, the
newspaper headlines, 'ripper' this and 'slasher' that, 'city in terror' giving
him the kind of high hard one that usually only comes from an overdose of
little blue pills. At his age he knew he'd never make the papers in sports, he
was smart enough to know that with his IQ he'd never make the papers with that
big new invention either, so in his twisted version of the world it was 'the
entertainment industry' where he was going to make a big splash. Just imagine
Raccoon City's reaction to: 'Serial Killer Slashes Through US Marshals to
Escape Nearby.'

         Practically
drooling, he's been testing the handcuffs looped around his wrists behind his
back. All the whining he's been doing about how they made them too tight, how
he can't feel his fingertips anymore, that's mostly been to cover the
clickety-clackety sounds as he works out whether these things are going to be
escapable or not.

================< [NO LOG: 16] End of Gregor Dmitri's
pose  >=================

===================<\* [LOG: 16] Gregor Dmitri has
posed  \*>===================

         From the back
seat of the Marshals' economy sedan, Gregor Dmitri had been doing a lot more
plotting than annoying. It was all about the fanfare for this one, the
newspaper headlines, 'ripper' this and 'slasher' that, 'city in terror' giving
him the kind of high hard one that usually only comes from an overdose of
little blue pills. At his age he knew he'd never make the papers in sports, he
was smart enough to know that with his IQ he'd never make the papers with that
big new invention either, so in his twisted version of the world it was 'the
entertainment industry' where he was going to make a big splash. Just imagine
Raccoon City's reaction to: 'Serial Killer Slashes Through US Marshals to
Escape Nearby.'

         Practically
drooling, he's been testing the handcuffs looped around his wrists behind his
back. All the whining he's been doing about how they made them too tight, how
he can't feel his fingertips anymore, that's mostly been to cover the
clickety-clackety sounds as he works out whether these things are going to be
escapable or not.

==================< [LOG: 16] End of Gregor Dmitri's
pose  >==================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Small Paul has
posed  \*>=====================

Stumbling from the sleeper cab in the back of the truck,
Small Paul grumbles. "Ma! Ma! What the fuck are you going on about up
there?!" He shouts. "We hauled ass all the way here. Now I'd like to
get some god damn sleep, woman!" He snorts as he jumps in the passenger
seat.

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Small Paul's
pose  >====================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] James Scott has
posed  \*>====================

"Bruh," James reaches up to rub at the bridge of
his nose, "like, stop being such a little bitch." Not drinking beer
himself, he turns up a fifth of fireball. "Don't think you ever kissed
Suzy after she sucked my dick." His words have an intentional bite to
them, he wants Chad to be angry.

 "And I wish the
fuck you would. Not much I like better than to beat your boy scout ass."
The fifth gets turned up once more, not coming down again until it's empty.
"Always thinking you're better than me. Hate to fucking break it to you,
but you're not shit."

===================< [LOG: 16] End of James Scott's
pose  >===================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Beth Grant has
posed  \*>=====================

"Would you two stop? Ohmygod..." Beth said as she
looked over at them both from her spot in the backseat. "Its not like it
matters anyway! Its just repeatedly sliding skin against skin until someone
gets tired and gives up. Who cares anyway! Jesus fucking christ." She
huffed out a heavy sigh and took another swig of her beer. "If its any
consolation, both of you have small dicks and neither one of you can please me
very well!" She looked out the window of the car and sigh dramatically.

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Beth Grant's
pose  >====================

===================<\* [LOG: 16] Jessica Parks has
posed  \*>===================

Jessica Parks sits beside Lawrence in the front seat of the
car. "I point out that it was you who just had to stop for a Big Bubba
Burger and then had to stop four more times because you learned just why they call
it 'Fast Food'. So. Yeah. It really is your fault." She fans her hand in
front of her face, "Christ, Wright... if I live through your biological
warfare long enough to get this guy to our destination? I'm going to pay to
personally sew your ass shut.." she growls before rolling the window down,
looking out her side mirror then glancing back at Dmitri, "Hey. Stop
moving around or I'm gonna let Wright fire another round of his fart canon
right back there with you."

==================< [LOG: 16] End of Jessica Parks's
pose  >==================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Large Marge has
posed  \*>====================

"Oh I'm sorry, did you get dust in yur vagina?"
Marge shouts back at Paul, even going so far as to turn completely away from
the road to swing ham sized fist at him, then another, like King Kong swatting
at airplanes, "Yur jus' jealous that I'm thinkin' bout Toby Keith while
yur rubbin' yur tiny ass again' my thighs." If he wont take the pipe,
she'll just have to hit it again.

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Large Marge's
pose  >===================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Chad Scott has
posed  \*>=====================

"Not that I think I'm better then you cupcake."
Chad uses hand motions to illustrate his point the decked out engine roaring
along down that road occasionally swerving to avoid potholes. A low friendly
chuckle escapes his lips. "It's just that I happen to know a little more
about pleasing th-" He pauses mid sentence cut off by Beth. A drawn out
aww "Now that's just uncalled for Bethy-bunny." A slight turn of the
mirror to look at her instead for a quick moment.

          "I know
I've got to be in at least the top ten of men you slept with in the past
week." A light smile coming from the football star as he just looks back
to the road grabbing another bear. "I'll be honest here," Said as he
pops the top off of another beer. "Not exactly easy to do much when a ride
with you is like throwing a bratwurst down a hallway." Still pretty bitter
about the whole thing as he starts to speed up a bit faster just wanting to get
home and get this whole thing behind him.

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Chad Scott's
pose  >====================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Small Paul has
posed  \*>=====================

Having been on the receiving end of Marge's beat downs
several times, Paul knew one thing - protect the face! His arms go up as her
giant hand comes at him. "Ma! Ma! Nooo!" He yells, cowering in his
seat as he takes a hit. Once the onslaught ends, he chuckles. "You always
ask me about my vagina.. At least if I have one it ain't like throwing a hotdog
down the grand canyon in it." He snickers as he looks for some drugs in
the glove compartment.

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Small Paul's
pose  >====================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Large Marge has
posed  \*>====================

"A hotdog! HAH! A vienna Sausage if you hand me a
microscope, an' that's if you ate your vitamins and said yur prayers."
Marge is driving pretty shitty, but this is an old abandoned road in the
mountains, what's the worst that can happen? "We need'a pull over here
shortly, I gotta take a shit."

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Large Marge's
pose  >===================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] James Scott has
posed  \*>====================

"Shit, really? Guess I imagined that time you came so
hard on my face you passed out." James retorts, not really giving a shit
anymore thanks to the alcohol. "If that's what you got out of it she just
might be right." He props a knee up to pull a small medicine bottle from
one of his cargo pockets, then promptly eats two of the small pills.

===================< [LOG: 16] End of James Scott's
pose  >===================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Small Paul has posed  \*>=====================

Shrugging off what has now turned into a verbal assault,
Paul gives up as he can't find anything in the glove box - too dark. "Well
that's the smartest thing you've said all day! Thank god you ain't shitin' in
here again. I ain't hosin' you down!" He chuckles again.

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Small Paul's
pose  >====================

==================<\* [LOG: 16] Lawrence Wright has
posed  \*>==================

"A condition.. I got a //condition.//" Lawrence
repeats as if he's said it at least a hundred times before. "S'why I
grabbing early retirement. Seriously.." He chuffs an exhasperated sigh as
the windows are rolled down. "It'll keep me awake.. or free me the hell
out. One or the other."

When Jessica is yelling at their prisoner, Lawrence shoots a
glance back to the backseat, brows rising as he rocks his head back for a good
view. "You heard the lady. Knock it off back there."

=================< [LOG: 16] End of Lawrence Wright's
pose  >=================

===================<\* [LOG: 16] Gregor Dmitri has
posed  \*>===================

         Gregor Dmitri
turns his head toward Jessica Parks but doesn't raise his eyes to her. "Ju
make cuffs too tight," he answers in that whiny Russian accent, playing
the beaten dog who just doesn't want another kick. "And ju make me sit on
hands," he deliberately shifts his weight again. "There is nowhere I
put them that doesn't hurt them more."

         Suddenly he
raises his eyes, head still lowered so the light from the console illuminates
from forehead to nose and lets his white teeth stand out from dark shadow when
he gives a feral grin that he probably thinks is rakish. Wright only gets a
flick of the eyes when he starts talking, and then the serial killer's
attention is back on Jessica again. "Mebbe you sit on my lap, eh girly?
Hold me down and help me forget at same time."

==================< [LOG: 16] End of Gregor Dmitri's
pose  >==================

==================<\* [LOG: 16] Lawrence Wright has
posed  \*>==================

"A condition.. I got a //condition.//" Lawrence
repeats as if he's said it at least a hundred times before. "S'why I'm
grabbing early retirement. Seriously.." He chuffs an exhasperated sigh as
the windows are rolled down. "It'll keep me awake.. or freeze me the hell
out. One or the other."

When Jessica is yelling at their prisoner, Lawrence shoots a
glance back to the backseat, brows rising as he rocks his head back for a good
view. "You heard the lady. Knock it off back there."

=================< [LOG: 16] End of Lawrence Wright's
pose  >=================

=====================<\* [LOG: 16] Red Queen has
posed  \*>=====================

Faint flakes of pristine white snow are falling from the
sky, perhaps the last major snowfall of the season; the change in weather
making the roads hazardous when combined with the recent bout of rain that had
fallen.

<><><>

A deer runs across the road in front of the car carrying the
teenagers, the animal staring into the headlights. Something seems off about it
though, its intestines are already trailing on the ground

<><><>

In the back of the Marshal SUV, the smell was unbearable;
but the pair of chatting Marshal's had no idea that their prisoner was up to
something. A local police radio was talking about shots fired in the
country-side earlier, local officers debating what might have been going on
outside the city.

<><><>

The big rig Marge is driving is starting to swerve a little,
no longer driving on the correct side of the road.

====================< [LOG: 16] End of Red Queen's
pose  >====================

===================<\* [LOG: 16] Jessica Parks has
posed  \*>===================

Jessica Parks mutters, "Only fucking condition you
have, Wright is your bad choice in what you consider food.." She looks at
the mirror then turns to look at Gregor. "Oh you bet honey.." she
replies to him in a husky voice that turns dangerous. "And as soon as I do
that I'll rip those little things you call balls off. I've seen M&M's
bigger."

==================< [LOG: 16] End of Jessica Parks's
pose  >==================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Beth Grant has
posed  \*>=====================

"Oh har har, -Chad-." Beth replied to the hotdog
comment and she smirked after sipping her beer again. "In the past week,
I'd probably rate your dad as number two and your mom as number one. Sadly it
was at the same time, so its a little hard to figure out who was who. So You
might swap those around-- LOOK OUT!" Beth pointed forward with her beer
holding hand, spilling beer everywhere inside the car! but DEER! Aaaaand... she
screamed, loudly!

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Beth Grant's
pose  >====================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Chad Scott has
posed  \*>=====================

Chad's about to make another smartass remark when that
strange looking deer leaps out into the middle of the road looking right at
them. Instead of attempting to swerve and avoid the deer Chad slams on the
breaks for a moment then right before impact lets go of the breaks sending the
front end of his car tipping slightly forward. Due to the change in momentum
the old muscle-car tips down aiming into the deers legs as opposed to the
center of mass. The force of the delta 88's new center of mass instead sends
the critter up and over rolling above the car causing minimal damage as opposed
to swerving which could have sent the car load of teens right off the road and
into the forest.

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Chad Scott's
pose  >====================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Large Marge has
posed  \*>====================

"Oh shit!" Marge totally over compensates for her
wild veering and veers in the other direction, then over compensates again, and
almost veers completely off the road, "God dammit, you see wut ya did,
Pa?! You had to get me thinkin' bout hotdogs." Whether the peni or food
varient, "I promise if you let us live, I'll stop smokin' so much meth an'
give up all my sins an' transgressions' gainst the lord! Come all ye faithful-
JOIN IN PA WE NEED THE LORD GOD ON OUR SIDE!" Toby Keith, save us!

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Large Marge's
pose  >===================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Small Paul has
posed  \*>=====================

As the semi crosses the line, and Marge goes batshit crazy
in the driver seat, Paul squeels like a little girl. "I don't wanna die,
Ma!" He shouts. "Oh lord Jesus save me!" He continues to shout,
his eyes shut closed. "Oh lord... I'm sorry, Ma.. I shouldn't have made
fun of you shittin' that tarp you call pants.. 'cause I think I just shat
myself! Stay on that god damn road!"

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Small Paul's
pose  >====================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] James Scott has
posed  \*>====================

James Scott was trying to tuck his xanax away, so he didn't
see the deer until Beth opened her mouth to scream. The angle he was sat at
makes what would have been a nasty slam somewhat worse, his face cracking into
the seat. "Fuck!" he hisses, reaching up to grab at his nose.

 "What the hell
was that?" he asks in a forced nasally voice, blood pouring out from the
break.

===================< [LOG: 16] End of James Scott's
pose  >===================

==================<\* [LOG: 16] Lawrence Wright has
posed  \*>==================

The radio chatter at 3 am seems more than usual, but now's
the perfect time for gossip. Helps keep Lawrence awake and anyone else who is
up at this god forsaken hour of night/morning. After awhile, in the dark, it's
hard to determine which tree is which and which light post is what. "Hey..
you heard that? I bet they figured that transport was doin' me a favor,"
Lawrence grumbles. He lifts eyes to the back again, and shakes his head,
"You'll be fine. If we're cutting off your circulation, I'll make sure the
docs check you." //When we get back.// "Then, have your estate sue us."

=================< [LOG: 16] End of Lawrence Wright's
pose  >=================

===================<\* [LOG: 16] Gregor Dmitri has
posed  \*>===================

         Gregor Dmitri
ignores the male Marshal, having gotten the rise he was looking for out of the
woman. He leans a bit closer to the wire mesh separating the front from the
back seat and lowers his voice conspiratorially to Jessica. "Is good you
think about M&M," he answers her in a slow Russian-accented drawl.
"They swell in your mouth, not in your hands."

==================< [LOG: 16] End of Gregor Dmitri's
pose  >==================

=====================<\* [LOG: 16] Red Queen has
posed  \*>=====================

From behind the stopped muscle car, the glow of headlights
can be seen; multiple headlights veering madly around the road with reckless
abandon.

<><><>

Terror had a name and it was Large Marge behind the wheel.

====================< [LOG: 16] End of Red Queen's
pose  >====================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Beth Grant has
posed  \*>=====================

Beth was covered in beer, all over her pink sweater. She was
screaming obscenities and flailing her hands around causing more beer to fly
out of her tightly gripped bottle, she was being an irritating bitch just
waiting to be told to shutup. But, to her credit, a gutless deer had just
rolled over their vehicle and spread its filth all across the windshield.

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Beth Grant's
pose  >====================

===================<\* [LOG: 16] Jessica Parks has
posed  \*>===================

Jessica Parks picks up a bottle from under the seat. It's a
spray bottle. Holding it to the grated barrier between the front and back
seats. She begins to spray Gregor - with jalepeno infused water. Enough to make
his eyes and nose sting. The sharp stream has as good a chance to succeed as
anything. "Oh don't worry. you won't be seeing any more me. Or your ride
to the pen, princess."

==================< [LOG: 16] End of Jessica Parks's
pose  >==================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Large Marge has
posed  \*>====================

"Sum'uh bich! Is tha' the white lights of
heaven?!" Marge sees the headlights, but she's so hopped up on meth and
liqour, it might as well be! "Here I come sweet lord, creator, father of
all thin's through whom all things is possible! God save the
UNNNNIIOOOOON!" She literally veers TOWARDS the headlights, "In the
arms of tha angel... fly away... from meee!" Nothing is as good for a
vehicular homicide like Sarah Mclachlan.

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Large Marge's
pose  >===================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Small Paul has
posed  \*>=====================

"You tell sweet baby Jesus, Ma! You tell him
good!" Paul yells, his eyes still shut closed, one hand on the door, the
other - rubbing his ass under the seat, making sure he hasn't actually
defecated in his seat - last thing he needs is for Large Marge to bitchslap his
tiny white ass for putting a stain on the seat. He doesn't see the lights they
are coming towards.

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Small Paul's
pose  >====================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Chad Scott has
posed  \*>=====================

"Oh my god," Chad comments right as he hears the
sound of blood falling to the ground. He turns around to face his brother,
grabbing some napkins from the bag beside himself. "That deer broke off my
new hood ornament." Coming out of his mouth where 'Are you alright' might
have been expected. He pauses for a second the screaming still going on. "I
paid a hundred bucks for that thing." As he flicks on the windshield
wipers trying to knock off a bit of the blood, not fully recognizing the truck
coming right at them for a moment. "Would have spent more but that was
like a whole weeks paycheck after taxes."

          There's a
slight pause as he turns back to try and drive on once he notices those bright
lights. Engine stalls as he sets there turning the key over rumbling right on.
He passes the bag of napkins he'd always kept with him, as he talks to his car.
"Come on baby, don't let me down, papa needs you to start up so he doesn't
get hit by a truck."

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Chad Scott's
pose  >====================

=====================<\* [LOG: 16] Red Queen has
posed  \*>=====================

Everything happens quickly.

The situation is escalated by the fact that Large Marge's
drug-addled mind is gunning for the set of headlights in the road, even though
she can barely keep control of her big rig.

Chad Scott is trying to get his baby started and it does,
for a moment, tires spin and the fresh ice forming on the road causes him to
lose valuable seconds as Large Marge's 18 wheeler of death looms behind them.

There wasn't a seatbelt in the world big enough to contain
Marge, the woman barely fit behind the wheel; to be fair, she didn't. Small
Paul on the other, was just fresh from the sleeper cab. No seatbelt.

The poor little man is tossed around as the 18-wheeler
slides around the road, impacting the back of the muscle car just enough to
send it careening off the road into a tree.

The 18-wheeler jack-knifes.

It begins to roll down the road violently just as the US
Marshall SUV is coming around the bend, yes, there was a corner in the road
here.

====================< [LOG: 16] End of Red Queen's
pose  >====================

==================<\* [LOG: 16] Lawrence Wright has
posed  \*>==================

Three am. The windows are open, it's fucking cold outside,
and there's radio chatter.

"Hey, close the damned window. I'm getting-- Hey..
watch that stuff.." Lawrence ducks his head as the spray of pepper and
water gets sprayed out to the side of his shoulder, into the back. The jerk was
enough to pull the steering wheel just a little to the side, and the turn comes
up just a little too soon, unexpectedly so. Slamming on the brakes, which of
course is something one should NEVER do just before a curve, particularly on
potentially icy roads, the back end starts its pull to the side, and Lawrence
has to steer in order to keep it from completely getting away from him. He can
feel the side of the road, the gravel and dirt kicking up under the
undercarriage, and he's still in that sliding turn, working for recovery.

"Goddammit... hold on..."

=================< [LOG: 16] End of Lawrence Wright's pose  >=================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Small Paul has
posed  \*>=====================

Poor, poor Small Paul. Driving 101 - Always wear your
seatbelt. But in reality, it doesn't usually happen with truck drivers. Without
even realizing what is about to happen, as it happens he's scared shitless
(literally) as he's thrown around the cab as the semi gets into an accident.
The force of the impact sends him straight out of the front windshield,
skidding across the pavement and bouncing like a rag doll. Small Paul - reduced
to a splat on the side of the road. A fitting end for a piece of shit human
being.

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Small Paul's
pose  >====================

===================<\* [LOG: 16] Gregor Dmitri has
posed  \*>===================

         Gregor Dmitri
hadn't known about that spray bottle or he might not have stuck his neck out as
literally as he did. Some of the stream bounds off the grating but some gets
through before he turns his head, slashing a liquidy mark from the inner corner
of one eye down toward the outer corner of his mouth which rapidly reddens as
the capsaicin absorbs into his skin. He curses in Russian, or at least it
should be Russian since it doesn't sound much like English, and as he falls
back against the seat he's trying to get his face and the canvas jail shirt on
his shoulder to meet without parting his hands behind him. He isn't successful
and sits there glaring at Jessica with the one good eye wide open and the other
squeezed tightly shut even though it's already burning like hell.

         "Is
okay," he murmurs as he fidgets in the back seat. "I forgive you,
girly. We still have lots of fun together, you and me. More maybe, I
think." He isn't grinning anymore and he's keeping an eagle-like lookout
for what's going to happen with that bottle next, that's for sure.

         Only a moment
later Gregor breaks out in a great-big shit-eating grin. Biggest,
shit-eatingest grin he's ever worn and likely the biggest and shit-eatingest
anybody's ever had cause to put on. It's not just because of that big rig
rolling on toward them, it's because Jessica's looking at him with that spray
bottle in her hand and Wright looks to be asleep at the wheel. The serial
killer's hands suddenly come free from behind his back and he quickly snatches
the seat belt over his right shoulder, dragging it across to snap into place.
Then he curls himself into a ball, heels on the edge of the seat, arms crossed
in front of him and hands gripping the seatbelt with white knuckles, head down
in that protective kind of cocoon he's made out of himself.

==================< [LOG: 16] End of Gregor Dmitri's
pose  >==================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Large Marge has
posed  \*>====================

There's not a set of jaws big enough to pull the over sized
life that is Marge from the wreckage that is sure to follow this gator rolling
18-wheeler. At least the steering wheel will probably crush her arterie clogged
heart before she has to witness poor methy small Paul's demise at the hands of
physics.

But then she doesn't die... she's all beat up by the
windshield, the steering wheel, and the fact that she weighs as much every
other person on the road right now... She's passed stools that weigh more than
the teenagers in that delta. "Pa, you alive?" She coughs.. the smell
of burning and metal and blood is pretty thick.

It's an act of divine intervention that she manages to claw
her way out of that wreckage and spies the smear that use to be Paul. "Pa?!"
She clambers, reads rolls and throws her fat around like an amoeba, until she's
craddling parts of the former piece of shit human. But it's like trying to rebuild
a person out of pudding.

"GOD DAMN YOU YOU KILLED PA!"

She's bloody, covered in her skinny former partner in really
gross sex, and pissed. She moves purposefully to the cabin, what's left of it,
and pulls out a pump-action shotgun... chambering a round as she approaches the
Delta. "Sum'body bout'tuh dae!"

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Large Marge's
pose  >===================

===================<\* [LOG: 16] Jessica Parks has
posed  \*>===================

Jessica Parks looks at Wright, "Nice. Now you're going
to have a new car come out of your shiny new pension too, Wright...." It's
too late to do anything but crash it seems. She braces for it. "Stupid
junk food eating bastard... at least try not to kill us all in one go, hun?

==================< [LOG: 16] End of Jessica Parks's
pose  >==================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Beth Grant has
posed  \*>=====================

Beth continued to scream and pant and moan (much like when
she was banging either of the brothers in the car) and she started flailing her
arms and hands. "Let me out of this god damn death trap!" She shouted
several times, trying to find the doorhandle to crawl her way out of the car!

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Beth Grant's
pose  >====================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] James Scott has
posed  \*>====================

This is it, and to be frank, it isn't how James expected to
go. Smashed underneath a semi. Except somehow he survives! Though his eyebrow is
split open in the struggle.

 "Fuck me."
he moans, crawling out of the car and pushing himself up onto uncertain feet.

 "Somebody's
about to die." he hisses, tugging the handgun from his waistband.

===================< [LOG: 16] End of James Scott's
pose  >===================

=====================<\* [LOG: 16] Red Queen has
posed  \*>=====================

The 18-wheeler is flipped over blocking the road, preventing
anyone from getting in and out of the mountains beyond that point. In typical
movie fashion, there was also a fire starting that was no doubt going to cause
a cool explosion or maybe it would follow the regular laws of nature and there
would be no explosion.

That was a surprise.

The Marshal SUV skids off the curved road, avoiding a head
on collision with the flipped over semi as it careened down the side of the
embankment. Rolling multiple times and smashing through several trees the vehicle
had landed upside down.

The front end was crushed in and the driver and passenger
side doors were jammed. Both US Marshals were pinned in place.

Gregor? He was fine though. Whether by miracle or skill. He
had barely taken a scratch. The door leading outside of the SUV was hanging
open, loosened in the crash.

====================< [LOG: 16] End of Red Queen's
pose  >====================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Chad Scott has
posed  \*>=====================

Still somewhat delirious and now covered in a splatter of
booze and a bit of blood the entire case of alcohol smashed all over his
recently refurnished car. "Alright so on the down side, the beer's gone, my
smokes are soaked, my girlfriend cheated on me with my brother, we're trapped
in the middle of the woods, my car that I put a hundred grand into is wrapped
around a tree" He takes a peak towards that overweight woman as she starts
to make her way out from the car. He's still out of it a bit from the force of
the impact but there's a big ball of fluff between him and the dashboard

          "And
I'm about to watch my little brother fight the lard monster from the black
lagoon" As the screaming picks up again, Chad rubbing a single hand up
against his forehead, pushing the airbag he'd had installed out of his face as
his seatbelt managed to keep him from going through the now shattered
windshield. "Oh and just to top it off I have a headache now." His
motions are overly calm and collected as he reaches down to the door of his
car, which thankfully isn't completely destroyed. "On the upside I think
this is going to be covered by insurance." Ducking his head down the
football star grabs for his seatbelt trying to keep himself low to the ground.

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Chad Scott's
pose  >====================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Large Marge has
posed  \*>====================

Marge lumbers towards the bent and broken Delta with her
shotgun, blood running down her nose, and tears down her face. Sarah Mchlalan
playing in her head, like one of those commericials about the USPCA with the
mistreated animals, the ones that every sane person on the planet changes the
channel from: Unless they're emo or into crying like little bitches.

Her shotgun comes up to point at the first person to crawl
out of the car and shoots without so much as a warning. Let's hope the Meth is
still winning.

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Large Marge's
pose  >===================

==================<\* [LOG: 16] Lawrence Wright has
posed  \*>==================

There isn't a whole lot one can do when the skidding stops
and the wheel catches on something, and then down... and down... and down...
and down the SUV crashes and flips. The lights might be seen after one flip,
two, but soon enough it's too far down for it to truly be picked up from the
road.

Lawrence has his seatbelt on, which, comparitively, is a
saving grace in that he's not thrown out a window and has the SUV land on top
of him. Of course, there's that other bit that he's now pinned in. Bleeding
from his head, the airbag has deployed and smashed into his chest, winding
him.. but most of all, there's the collapsed front end that has pinned now
broken if not mangled legs into place behind and underneath the steering wheel.

And in the post.. maybe a groan can be heard from him. (Or
is that simply a last breath?)

=================< [LOG: 16] End of Lawrence Wright's
pose  >=================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Beth Grant has
posed  \*>=====================

Beth's legs kick wildly as she fights her way out of the
car, but when the shotgun goes off and slams into the side of the car she
starts screaming againa nd flails backward back into the seat to try and hide,
though hiding would work better if she weren't screaming and cursing!

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Beth Grant's
pose  >====================

===================<\* [LOG: 16] Jessica Parks has
posed  \*>===================

Jessica Parks braces. And it does nothing good for her but
sprain her ankle in all the rolling and tumbling. She groans as the SUV comes
to a stop. "... christ. Wright.... Wright?" She looks over, blood
trickling from a gash in her forehead.

==================< [LOG: 16] End of Jessica Parks's
pose  >==================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] James Scott has
posed  \*>====================

"Shit!" James ducks aside when he catches sight of
Marge. As soon as the blast slams into the car he's back up on his feet,
unloading in her direction. "Who the fuck do you think are!" he
screams, taking his anger out on the unfortunate truck driver.

===================< [LOG: 16] End of James Scott's
pose  >===================

===================<\* [LOG: 16] Gregor Dmitri has
posed  \*>===================

         Unfolding
himself from the little strapped-in ball he'd made of himself in the back seat
of the SUV, Gregor Dmitri is shaken by the sliding and the flipping and the
final crash even though he's managed to step out of the wreckage otherwise
scot-free. He stumbles but supports himself against the vehicle as goes around
the open back door, bends down to pick up a big, kinda-triangle-shaped bit of
broken window off the ground, and then he lunges at Marshal Jessica Parks
through the busted-out passenger window while stabbing angrily at her
shoulders. His idea seems to disable, not kill, the nice lady with the nasty
spray bottle.

==================< [LOG: 16] End of Gregor Dmitri's
pose  >==================

===================<\* [LOG: 16] Gregor Dmitri has
posed  \*>===================

         Unfolding
himself from the little strapped-in ball he'd made of himself in the back seat
of the SUV, Gregor Dmitri is still a bit shaken by the sliding and the flipping
and the final crash even though he's managed to step out of the wreckage
otherwise scot-free. He stumbles a bit as goes around the open back door, bends
down to pick up a big, kinda-triangle-shaped bit of broken window off the
ground, and then he makes his way around the back of the vehicle to the
driver's busted-out window. He doesn't come all the way up to the window
Marshal Wright is trapped behind, just enough to see the sweet spot an inch
below and ahead of the man's earlobe, and he gives a vicious stab at the neck
right there at the artery.

==================< [LOG: 16] End of Gregor Dmitri's
pose  >==================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Chad Scott has
posed  \*>=====================

Chad slowly makes his way out of the car quiet and calm in
spite of the constant screaming, and his headache. He moves around the car,
crouching down for a moment before going into a full on charge towards her.
"Get the hell away from my brother." Shouted out as he lunges full
tackle with the speed of a freight-train, which as a quarterback is something
he does quite often. Though not usually into direct combat with a woman twice
his size. "He might be an asshole, but he's my asshole dammit." He
slams into her full force knocking the woman down to the ground in an attempt
to get the gun away from her.

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Chad Scott's
pose  >====================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Large Marge has
posed  \*>====================

"Oh lawd..." Marge is hit with rounds from James'
pistol and then a shoulder tackle straight out of nowhere. She's knocked flat
on her big'ol ass with a huff! The shotgun clattering away into the
darkness(tm). "Way have you forsaken me?" She falls forward, all four
hundred pounds of her crumpling down onto Chad's back. Toby Keith might have
escaped vaginal suffication, but let's see if Chad can duplicate it!

Meth wins this round.

Obesity and physics, however, make it absolutely certain
that Marge is still very dangerous.

Her last breath comes in a rasp... her death is signalled by
a long drawn out squeaker fart.. right in Chad's face.

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Large Marge's
pose  >===================

==================<\* [LOG: 16] Lawrence Wright has posed  \*>==================

It wasn't an agonal breath, that groan that escapes
Lawrences lungs as another is drawn in what seems to be an eternity, but is
only mere seconds. His heart beats against his chest in rapid tempo; while he
might be pinned, his legs broken, bruised ribs, and sore lungs, given medical
attention, he might actually walk again, with months of post op rehab.

Another groan escapes his lips, but his eyes are closed and
Lawrence never sees the glass shard coming at his neck. The glass hits true,
slicing his carotid. Immediately, the blood gushes from the wound in rapid
beats, brightly colored red spraying. The man screams in a new-found source of
pain... but it doesn't last more than a couple of moments as the life's blood
begins to burble instead of spray...

And that breath? One of the last.

=================< [LOG: 16] End of Lawrence Wright's
pose  >=================

===================<\* [LOG: 16] Jessica Parks has
posed  \*>===================

Jessica Parks blacked out for a moment. Jerking her head
back up, she looks over. ".... Wright.." Then she sees Gregor's
shadow. "Wright, c'mon. wake up.." Then there is blood. A lot of it.
"... christ!" A surge of adrenaline erupts into her aching and
bruised body. She pushes against a sprained, maybe broken ankle, her back
bowing against the seat. Something snaps in the seat, collapsing backward
enough to give her the inches needed to pull herself free, falling out through
her door's shattered window. She hits the ground heavy and drags herself up,
drawing her service pistol. Stepping to her left, she seeks to shoot through
the back seat from passenger to driver's side at Gregor.

==================< [LOG: 16] End of Jessica Parks's
pose  >==================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Beth Grant has
posed  \*>=====================

Beth finally managed to get her seatbelt off and she wormed
her way out of the damaged vehicle. She struggled to get up to her feet and she
was panting heavily and watched the carnage. "What the fuck!?" She
shouted at Chad and... Large Marge. "Did that thing just fart in your
face?! Ohmygod, I'm never kissing you again!"

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Beth Grant's
pose  >====================

==================<\* [NO LOG: 16] Large Marge has
posed  \*>===================

Death leads to bowel evacuation. It's biology.

=================< [NO LOG: 16] End of Large Marge's
pose  >==================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] James Scott has
posed  \*>====================

"Oh shit, literally." James winces slightly.
"Well this is all sorts of fucked u-" He pauses at the other gunshot,
hustling over to where Jessica and Gregor are showing off at.

===================< [LOG: 16] End of James Scott's
pose  >===================

=====================<\* [LOG: 16] Red Queen has
posed  \*>=====================

Strange sounds can be heard coming from the woods.

Screeching.

Howling.

None of it sounded normal though.

There was an eruption of gunfire that followed, not like the
shotgun and pistols that had went off. This was automatic weapons fire, heavy
duty military grade equipment.

Two explosions could be heard, followed by more gunfire and
silence.

Howling came from the woods.

====================< [LOG: 16] End of Red Queen's
pose  >====================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Chad Scott has
posed  \*>=====================

For one brief moment Chad is a hero, a real hero having
saved his brother, and potentially his ex-girlfriend from death by shotgun. He
doesn't have time to wallow in the praise he rightfully deserves before getting
hit by that stench right to the face. His eyes water, and he coughs as the
400lb woman lays on top of him crushing him under her weight. Half ready to
vomit he starts slowly pushing the massive woman off of himself, before her
bowels can completely release as comes with death. Coming to a stand he holds a
calm pose trying not to cry as he wanders over in the direction of the shotgun.

          He doesn't
even say a word, as he reaches down into the brush. He feels the still warm gun
barrel then follows it down to the handle. "Let's be honest with ourselves
here sweetheart you weren't exactly going to be kissing me anyway." A
pause as he flicks the gun round in his hand. "I don't enjoy damaged
g-." Still trying to ever be the bad-ass even as that stench makes him
about vomit with every breath. Good heavens the stench. He pauses there
standing a look out to the forest. "Great, just what we needed." As
he starts a quick jog back for the truck hoping to scav some extra ammunition
for the gun registered in a dead woman's name. "Let's put some metal
between us and whatever the hell that is."

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Chad Scott's
pose  >====================

===================<\* [LOG: 16] Gregor Dmitri has
posed  \*>===================

         Down at the
US Marshal's accident site gunshots are heard from up on the road, then an
angry burn crosses Gregor Dmitri's face and carries off a piece of his left
ear, the bullet burning a furrow under his cheekbone and cauterizing both
wounds. He hears the gunshot after the angry buzz of the bullet whipping by,
snarls bitterly, and turns to flee into the trees. He bends himself over to
make a smaller target and weaves in and out between the trees as he sprints,
that broken piece of glass still clutched in his right hand.

         The next
bursts of gunfire and explosions, then howling coming from the woods he's
running into, not only gives him pause but makes him skid to a stop on his
knees. He crawls fast to put a tree between himself and the gun-toting Marshal
behind him, and listens intently for more signs of ruckus.

==================< [LOG: 16] End of Gregor Dmitri's
pose  >==================

===================<\* [NO LOG: 16] Jake Tully has
posed  \*>===================

It's like a thousand pounds of human just suddenly cried out
at once.

Jake Tully, former consumate huntsman, now just a drunk who
uses the ''hunt'' as an excuse to get wasted and shoot at living creatures with
a high powered rifle.

Truth is, the quarantine has been pretty good for his
hunting and his drinking.. nobody up in these mountains for miles. Except him
and the weird looking creatures, but that's probably ol'Jameson talking.

Then there was a crash and the huntsman, sitting in his deer
stand with a case of Coors in a small cooler beside him, is watching it all
through the scope of a hunting rifle.

"ene... mene.. mine... mo..."

==================< [NO LOG: 16] End of Jake Tully's
pose  >==================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Jake Tully has
posed  \*>=====================

It's like a thousand pounds of human just suddenly cried out
at once.

Jake Tully, former consumate huntsman, now just a drunk who
uses the ''hunt'' as an excuse to get wasted and shoot at living creatures with
a high powered rifle.

Truth is, the quarantine has been pretty good for his
hunting and his drinking.. nobody up in these mountains for miles. Except him
and the weird looking creatures, but that's probably ol'Jameson talking.

Then there was a crash and the huntsman, sitting in his deer
stand with a case of Coors in a small cooler beside him, is watching it all
through the scope of a hunting rifle.

"ene... mene.. mine... mo..."

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Jake Tully's
pose  >====================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Beth Grant has
posed  \*>=====================

Beth heard the gunfire and... howling and she started
shaking her head. "Screw this. I'm head cheerleader. I don't gotta put up
with this bullshit. Fuck you guys and you're terrible driving and your little
-tiny- cocks!" She stormed past both of the boys and made toward the road,
starting to work her way toward its shoulder, but she stopped and spun around
to look at them both again.

"You know. I thought for ONE second, that the two of
you could actually be 'the one' for me, but it turns out that the three of us
can't even equal a single person." ... what? "So fuck you bot--"
GROWL! A blur of a furry 'thing' zooms past and slams into Beth, knocking her
completely off of her feet and onto her side. She reaches up to touch her face
but finds that her left hand is completely gone and all that remains is a
bloody stump. She startsm SCREAMING like a banshee!

A moment later and she's being surrounded by nightmare dogs,
they're grabbing hold of anything on her that they can get and they start
yanking her toward the darkness of the forest, shredding her clothing and and
her skin all while she screams and gurgles up blood until she is quickly drug
behind the cover of forest foilage and trees, only to fall completely silent
again soon there-after.

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Beth Grant's
pose  >====================

===================<\* [LOG: 16] Jessica Parks has
posed  \*>===================

Jessica Parks empties her clip trying to gun down Gregor as
he disappears into the trees. ".... /shit/..!" She leans heavily on
the wreck. Glancing into the dark forest at the distant howls and gunshots and
explosions she curses again and hobbles her way to the back of the SUV. She
grabs ahould of one of the doors and tries to wrench it open in an attempt to
see if any of the Marshal gear is there. Body armor, larger weapons than just
her pistol. Sounds like she'll need it.

==================< [LOG: 16] End of Jessica Parks's
pose  >==================

=====================<\* [LOG: 16] Red Queen has
posed  \*>=====================

Poor Beth. Her disappearance is barely noticed by anyone as
she's dragged off to a horrific death, one not even she deserved. Did they even
hear her screams with everything else going on?

Jake is able to reach the scene of the crash, seeing the
upturned US Marshal SUV where Jessica Parks is presently trying to find some
equipment. She does in fact find some, it's in the back of the SUV, as far in
as possible.

If she wanted it, she was going to have to climb in.

Jake Tully hears /something/, multiple /somethings/ crawling
up the side of his little Deer Blind.

Gregor can see something approaching from the woods,
multiple sets of eyes that glow with malevolent redness in the darkness. All
belonging to one thing.

====================< [LOG: 16] End of Red Queen's
pose  >====================

=====================<\* [LOG: 16] Red Queen has
posed  \*>=====================

Poor Beth. Her disappearance is barely noticed by anyone as
she's dragged off to a horrific death, one not even she deserved. Did they even
hear her screams with everything else going on?

James is able to reach the scene of the crash, seeing the
upturned US Marshal SUV where Jessica Parks is presently trying to find some
equipment. She does in fact find some, it's in the back of the SUV, as far in
as possible.

If she wanted it, she was going to have to climb in.

Jake Tully hears /something/, multiple /somethings/ crawling
up the side of his little Deer Blind.

Gregor can see something approaching from the woods,
multiple sets of eyes that glow with malevolent redness in the darkness. All
belonging to one thing.

====================< [LOG: 16] End of Red Queen's
pose  >====================

<Public> Armand Kim flips that frown upside down to
show how Queen really feels.

<Public> Armand Kim says, "But isn't the
cheerleader usually supposed to survive this shit?"

<Public> Red Queen says, "Only when a
virgin"

<Public> Armand Kim says, "Throwing shade!"

====================<\* [LOG: 16] James Scott has
posed  \*>====================

James Scott pauses at the SUV. Not because of the howls, but
because of Beth's screams. "What was that?" he shouts back over
towards where his brother is, turning tail and breaking into a sprint back to
where everyone was.

===================< [LOG: 16] End of James Scott's
pose  >===================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Jake Tully has
posed  \*>=====================

"What was that noise?" The drunken hunter whispers
unto himself, lowering his hunting rifle to take a good ol look down the side
of the deer blind less he miss a shot on one of those twelve points he's been
tracking for near to a six pack. The fact that Beth got drug on into the woods
aside, there's heads to mount, also he probably didn't see it. A scope is a
surprisingly narrow view and he's been tossin' beers back all damn day.

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Jake Tully's
pose  >====================

===================<\* [LOG: 16] Jessica Parks has
posed  \*>===================

Jessica Parks's head jerks toward James as she reloads her
pistol. "WHo are you?" she demands suspiciously, half tempted to just
shoot him right then and there. She casts a glance inside the ruined SUV.
"Damn.." She really would rather get ahold of that AR15 in there. And
the body armor.. but..

==================< [LOG: 16] End of Jessica Parks's
pose  >==================

===================<\* [LOG: 16] Gregor Dmitri has
posed  \*>===================

         Gregor Dmitri
spots whatever that thing with all the eyes is, hears the agonized screaming
faintly from where the first round of gunshots came from, and thinks, 'If only
I'd picked New York or maybe Chicago to become famous in.' He gets up and
starts running away from the /thing/ but not directly back toward the Marshals'
SUV. He'll head this direction awhile, hopefully avoid whatever the hell is out
there and whoever has the automatic weapons, and maybe try looping back around
to catch Parks off guard. Even if it's his last headline ever, he wants that
headline to be a good one.

==================< [LOG: 16] End of Gregor Dmitri's
pose  >==================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Chad Scott has
posed  \*>=====================

"Dammit James, Beth come on, we can't just all split up
like this." Chad calls over already hopping up the side of the truck to
try and search for a box of ammo. Yeah this was looking like it'd be harder and
harder to convince the cops things were a certain way but if nothing else he
could use the age old excuse of trying to help rescue survivors. "Hell if
there are wolves out there splitting up is the last thing we need." He tucks
into the crumpled up truck grabbing some ammunition before hearing her screams.
"What th-" he can't even finish that sentence before he watches the
young woman who had been his girlfriend torn limb from limb being dragged off
screaming.

          Leaning out
from the truck he takes aim trying to fire off into the group of dogs in the
hope that he can scare them off and save her. "I'm not letting you take my
ex!" As he slams back the gun cocking the shotgun with ease to chamber
another round sending the old spent case to the ground. Of course it's not
enough to stop her from being dragged off but he's still pumping a few rounds
into the retreating dogs.

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Chad Scott's
pose  >====================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Jake Tully has
posed  \*>=====================

"Holy jumpin' Jesusiphat!" Jake starts, cleaning
up this situation with a little god fearin' language more appropriate for a
younger audiance. "Is that a flyin' monkey?!" He scopes down it...
them... climbing up the tree, "SUMA'GUN! It is!" So he does what any
good drunkin hunter would do in a situation like this, he jumps off his deer
stand! Arms and legs just a pinwheeling in the air, "NOPE!"

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Jake Tully's pose  >====================

=====================<\* [LOG: 16] Red Queen has
posed  \*>=====================

That set of eyes, all eight of them that Gregor had seen
didn't hesitate to run after him when it not only noticed him but smelled him.
It was drawn to the blood, like a piranha. TREES crashed down and toppled in
the woods as the monstrosity pursued the Serial Killer.

In spite of the size of the creature, it was fast.
Supernaturally fast.

Gregor is unable to out-run it and his last sight is that of
what was once a grizzly bear. Pulsing sores and oozing sacs of festering flesh
cover the creature which doesn't have one head, but two heads. Each of them with
an extra set of mutated eyes.

Leaping, the bear the local rangers once called 'Smokey' was
on top of Gregor ending him gruesomely.

<><><>

The AR-15 and Body armor are still in the back of the SUV
but Jessica can hear chittering sounds, like Raccoons. They were all around
her.

One of them began to crawl up to her, red eyes glowing in
the dark with no fear.

<><><>

They were all around Jake. There was dozens of the little
spider-monkeys. Some of them looking like walking little corpses, others
mutated and yet others still looking perfectly normal except for their red
eyes. All at once, they ran towards Jake. Those on the deer-blind leapt at the
man.

<><><>

From out of the woods, a trio of vicious looking coyotes
with rotted faces and visible intenstines began to trot out towards Jake. As
Chad was searching near the truck, he saw something near the crash. An old
Indian Motorcycle that looked relatively intact. It had once belonged to Small
Paul. Maybe he could use it.

====================< [LOG: 16] End of Red Queen's
pose  >====================

===================<\* [LOG: 16] Jessica Parks has
posed  \*>===================

Jessica Parks looks down and blinks. "...whaaat theee
/heeeeell/..??" she muttered, ignoring James now. Pistol up, she starts
shooting at the possessed raccoons, backing up, trying to stand on the twisted
rear bumper of the SUV. Planning to try and get inside if there's a chance.

==================< [LOG: 16] End of Jessica Parks's
pose  >==================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Jake Tully has
posed  \*>=====================

The landing is the nail. Jake will say so until his dying
breath. His ankle snaps as soon as he hits the ground and he's struggling to
his good leg with support from a tree. Only then does he notice the creatures
all around him.. "This aint no good at'tal..." But that don't mean he's
going down without a fig-

One of the infected jump in and grab hold of his back, claws
digging into his shoulder and pulling him off his center of gravity. The other
six piling ontop of him aren't making the situation any easier! No not at all.
Before he's even had a chance to struggle, they've ripped his abdomen open.
Three of the bastard creatures pulling at his legs, another three pulling at
his chest, and another digging it's claws at his midsection until he
''literally'' tears in half and immediately becomes zombie monkey food!

"CHOOOOOOKE OOOOOON'EEEEEEMM!" He shouts before
being consumed, presumably meaning his intestines.

He does have a thing of mentos in his pocket, thou.

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Jake Tully's
pose  >====================

===================<\* [LOG: 16] Gregor Dmitri has
posed  \*>===================

         Running
through the dark, dodging trees, with a shard of broken bloody glass in one
hand and blood up to the elbow from slashing open Marshal Wright's helpless
throat, Gregor Dmitri has a hardon. Thinking about what he's going to do in a
little while when he gets back to the SUV and catches Parks tending her
injuries and not expecting him to show up for round two, it's full-on. When he
realizes something's chasing him he glances over his shoulder and loses half
mast. The bear isn't just a mutant, it's fast as hell. What do they say? Never
run from a bear and don't climb a tree because they're better at both than you
are - they don't have great eyesight so you make yourself look big and yell
loud - but when it has a bunch of glow-in-the-dark eyes?

         He turns to
fight, trusting on old training and recent experience, going for the eyes. On
his way in for the first stab the bear stands up and lashes out at him with a
big paw that rakes a bloody swath out of his shiv-arm and across his ribs and
sends him flying against a tree. When the bear drops to all fours and bounds
toward him he's just wondering whether there will be enough of him to identify
when the bear's finished or whether anybody would even find him this far from
the car crash, and he starts screaming when the bear starts eating at his belly
without bothering to finish him off first. That goes on for awhile until he's
totally hoarse, and then he just whimpers until he's finally lost enough blood
for his vision to turn gray.

==================< [LOG: 16] End of Gregor Dmitri's
pose  >==================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] James Scott has
posed  \*>====================

"What the fuck.." James slows to a stop.
"Hope you found something useful in there Chad!" He raises the
handgun, growling low in his throat as he opens fire on the coyotes. "Not
going out without a fight!" Is he full of good ideas? No.

===================< [LOG: 16] End of James Scott's
pose  >===================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Chad Scott has posed  \*>=====================

As the dogs vanish out of view Chad is left inside of the
remains of the cabin looking around. He searches around now for that pair of
keys for the motor cycle. "Come on, gotta be here somewhere." Digging
through looking for some glimmer of hope. "James, I found an old
bike." As he throws over the curtains just trashing the place in his
search. As he throws things around he finally manages to realize the keys are
still inside of it. There's a pause as his idiocy dawns on him. "Son of an
Irish settler." Just letting his shoulders fall down as he can't help but
laugh a moment of relief occurring, before he starts to make for the
motorcycle.

          It's his way
out, they might just survive this. "Come on James, we're getting the hell
out of here." As he flips it back to a stand trying to get it to turn
over.

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Chad Scott's
pose  >====================

=====================<\* [LOG: 16] Red Queen has
posed  \*>=====================

One of the racoons is shot by Jessica and the others seem to
be undeterred, following her towards the back of the SUV as she manages to get
inside. Suddenly, the scavengers turned predators all darted off into the
woods.

A tree broke near the SUV falling down and hitting it in the
side.

Smokey the Bear was back and he was still looking for
something to eat. Roaring into the back of the SUV, the massive beast stuck
both of its heads inside trying to pray the ruined vehicle open like a
can-opener to get as Jessica.

The young woman had no escape.

<><><>

It was the beloved muscle car that would provide a saving
grace for the brothers who had been fighting, now united by tragedy. Chad is
able to get the bike propped up and started on the side of the overturned truck
leading to Raccoon City.

James was doomed though.

The coyotes began to race passed the 100k Car just as it
exploded in a spectacular series of fireworks, incinerating the infected
creatures as they ran past.

James had a moment, the barest of seconds to get to Chad
based on the rustling he was hearing in the trees; the screeches of the
spider-monkeys carrying through the night.

====================< [LOG: 16] End of Red Queen's
pose  >====================

===================<\* [LOG: 16] Jessica Parks has posed  \*>===================

Jessica Parks somehow got into the SUV. She crawled and
scrapped her way deeper in and picked up the assault rifle. It wasn't going to
do much good but she tries to bring it around to fire at the heads roaring at
her, the right head first... can't do much but make a last stand.

==================< [LOG: 16] End of Jessica Parks's
pose  >==================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] James Scott has
posed  \*>====================

"Oh fu-" James dives backwards away from the creatures,
then there's that explosion. While it saved him from being mauled to death (at
this second), it threw him into the truck, breaking one of his ribs.

 "-uuck" he
wheezes, managing to make it back up onto his feet. He decides that maybe Chad
wasn't so bad after all, and heads over to his older brother "Let's get
the fuck outta here."

===================< [LOG: 16] End of James Scott's
pose  >===================

=====================<\* [LOG: 16] Red Queen has
posed  \*>=====================

The rounds that Jessica unloads into Smokey the Infected
Bear-Tyrant seem to have great effect on it, that is to say they're shredding
off gobs of flesh that splatter all over her. She even manages to shoot out two
of the eyes on the right head.

There was nowhere for her to run though and Smokey was
hungry.

Smokey was always hungry and he wanted some of that finely
yoga-sculpted ass.

The top of the SUV is ripped open and Smokey lunges at
Jessica, signaling her end.

<><><>

Crawling over the top of the flipped over truck were at
least a dozen of the spider-monkeys, all of them racing towards the Scott Boys;
who had narrowly escaped multiple near-death situations only to land themselves
in another.

GUN IT CHAD!

====================< [LOG: 16] End of Red Queen's
pose  >====================

===================<\* [LOG: 16] Jessica Parks has
posed  \*>===================

Jessica Parks had a great ass, too. But even yoga cannot get
her out of this situation. The clip in the assault rifle is unloaded and
there's no time to try and reload. The doors bow inward finally and groan as
metal does when it fails. Smokey gets two US Marshal stamped doors as necklaces
now. So stylish. And then she shrieks in agony and terror as the heads gain
access to her. Her right arms disappears in one bite. Torn from the socket and
gulped down whole.

As shock sets in the two maws rip, tear, and crush bones as
the Marshal meets her fate. She did have a tasty ass. And now it's been
devoured. Along with the rest of her.

==================< [LOG: 16] End of Jessica Parks's
pose  >==================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] Chad Scott has
posed  \*>=====================

Speeding up on his motorcycle Chad reaches down for his
brother grabbing on to the elbow. Time seems to slow as he rips onto his
brothers grasp pulling him up off the ground and onto the back of the old
motorcycle. They might have a ride out of here but they aren't out of the woods
yet. Those creatures gather round closing off the initial escape route, causing
Chad to slide round in a circle just barely managing to miss the group of
living dead creatures. "James when we get out of this, we're gonna have a
long talk about boundaries."

          He pulls in
to a stop just for a moment revving the engine of the motorcycle once, twice
then guns it forward heading towards the SUV as their only escape route. The
roar of that v8 engine calls out to the forest as he speeds along. "Mostly
ones that include telling me when you're going to sleep with my
girlfriend." As he speeds up trying to get the hell out of dodge.
"Sharing is fine, but there's limits."

===================< [LOG: 16] End of Chad Scott's
pose  >====================

====================<\* [LOG: 16] James Scott has posed  \*>====================

James Scott hisses quietly as he hits the seat, damn that broken rib. "Chad. I think I learned a lesson." Something that nobody ever thought they'd hear from James. Who knew it would only take death, destruction, and zombie animals? "I don't know if I've said it recently, but fuck Raccoon City."

===================< [LOG: 16] End of James Scott's pose  >===================

=====================<\* [LOG: 16] Red Queen has
posed  \*>=====================

The spider monkeys seem to be gaining ground on the
motorcycle. Even with all of the juice Chad was feeding into the engine,
sometimes horsepower just wasn't a match for nature that had been infected with
a biological disease intended to create weapons.

That is, except for the unlikely hero of this story.

Trees crash down near the roadside and as the Spider-Monkeys
are about to gain on the motorcycle? Something rushed out into the pack of
them, a two-headed monster, full of claws and spikes.

A triumphant roar echoed through the mountains as Smokey
began to tear the last surviving spider-monkeys from the Raccoon City zoo
apart.

Raising up on his hind-legs, Smokey roared at the departing
brothers who were almost out of sight. Perhaps a farewell to them and a
congratulations on rebuilding their brotherly bond, maybe he was even saying
not to do meth because it would lead to all this.

More likely? Smokey was saying I'm gonna get your asses
sooner or later, you lucky cause I'm full.

AN HOUR LATER

The sun started to come up.

In the distance, Chad and James saw a sign.

-Welcome to Raccoon City. Population 721,483. Please enjoy
your stay. -

THE END

====================< [LOG: 16] End of Red Queen's
pose  >====================

Casualty Report:

============================<\* Biohazard Roster \*>============================

 Name               Sex Age  Position             Appearance   Status

Beth Grant              F  19   Cheerleader          Biohazard 1    DEAD

Chad Scott              M  22   RCU Quarterback      Biohazard 1

Gregor Dmitri           M  40   Serial Killer        Biohazard 1    DEAD

Hilarie Sawyer          F  25   Nosey Reporter       Biohazard 1

Jake Tully              M  47   Drunk Redneck        Biohazard 1    DEAD

James Scott             M  19   Drug Dealer          Biohazard 1

Jessica Parks           F  28   US Marshal           Biohazard 1    DEAD

Large Marge             F  42   Crazy Bitch          Biohazard 1    DEAD

Lawrence Wright         M  41   US Marshal           Biohazard 1    DEAD

Norris McFadden         M  32   Surviving Soldier    Biohazard 1

Small Paul              M  56   Redneck Tweaker      Biohazard 1    DEAD

Taylor Antwon           M  21   Football Player      Biohazard 1

-------------------------< 12 Characters on Roster >--------------------------