Wastelands ~ The Game's afoot

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"I don't think it can get in the warehouse." Alan said to Saldana via the intercom system. "But if there is one there could be more."

"I'll go and investigate. I'll just put on standard body armour now, seeing as it's close by, radiation levels are almost harmless, and a hazmask should do the trick." Saldana hated how the full hazard armour suits restricted movement, and slowed the wearer down considerably. Still, they were the best protection.
The colonel headed up to the armoury, and picked out a few grenades. Damnit, Virgil did a lot of damage to all the explosives, I'm going to have to repair them. I've also got to say sorry for shooting him. After this.

"Be careful out there. We don't know what those people, if they still are people, are capable of.
I'll have a hazard suit on and a weapon close by. Just tell me you need help and I'll be out there ASAP" He went to put on a hazard suit. I bet he gets hurt bad by those things, Alan thought to himself. He chose an M-16 as the weapon he was going to take outside if it came to that.

After Virgil had finished checking the reactor core he had headed towards the armory. He needed to get better with his guns and learn to use a bigger firearm.

Taking out the pistol he'd been told by the Colonel to try he fired off a few clips. But it didn't feel right in his hands, just not right for him. Going over to the armory rack he picked out a magnum revolver (Smith and Weston Model 500-S) which fired .50 cailbur rounds (JHP or AP) and had carried five rounds.

Firing it a few times he got a feel for it - it felt more natural in his hands and firepower it had was pleasing, it put dents in concrete behind the range. Once he felt comfortable with it he started shooting with his bad hand (right, he is left handed) and after about a dozen reloads he found himself comfortable with the weapon.

Next, he had another chioce to make. Rifle or Shotgun? Up close he could use the firepower but skill with the sniper rifle and little stealth training could give him some skill at recon. Ultimately chosing the sniper rifle over the shotgun he went into the rifle room to pick. They had a dozen of the best models on Earth inside.

He ended up chosing the bolt action Mosin Nagant, though it was a WWII relic it's firepower and accuracy still made it one of the best sniper rifles on Earth. Taking it back out on the range his first shots were horrific - the spread was wild and nothing vital got hit on the target. But by the fifth clip he was hitting the head constantly and by the dozenth he could hit it with every bullet in the clip. reload, and fire again in less then seven seconds.

Proud of newfound skills he carved a simple symbol into the wood of the sniper rifle naming it "Anubis". Once that was done he went out and put on a set of camo fatigues designed to work well anywhere - with there greenish grays and ocassional stripe of yellow they were suprisngly effective.

Virgil dropped by the command center to check on Alan's work. He was always tinkling with the computer core hardware. But for some reason he wasn't there. Checking the security cameras he saw why - a mutated human female was mulling around nearby the warehouse.

Thinking of this as a chance to try out his new found skills he suited up in a light hazmat suit and didn't care to put on a gasmask - it would interfere with his aim with the sniper rifle. Instead, opting for a sugical mask.

Hurrying to the blast doors he waited for either the Colonel or Alan to dropby.

"Virgil you trying to put out that mutant? Saldana is going outside. He'll take care of it." He said to Virgil over the intercom.

"He's going to need cover in case things get bad - I'll be on the roof of the warehouse with my sights trained on her, just in case something goes wrong."

Saldana put on a light body armour suit, which wasn't as encumbering as the HEATS, but still provided a degree of protection. He also put on a helmet, hazmask, and NVG. It was night, and night vision was essential. He picked out a M249 SAW light machine gun(with 2 extra clips), and headed up to the blast doors. He was mildly surprised to see Virgil waiting there. "Virgil, are you alright? I'm sorry that I shot you, but you were a threat in that state, you should understand that."

"I'm fine, my hand is OK and I have no grudge." Checking the rifle again he added "I'll be covering you from the rooftop, if I see more you'll be the first to know."

((I'll be gone for now, as before you can take control of my character. See you all tomorrow))

"Ok, that's good to hear. I see that you engraved a name on that rifle... Anubis? Oh yes, a mythical Egyptian God. Well, let's get this over with." The colonel activated the blast doors, and crept through, light footed and vigilant of the surrounding area. He signalled for Virgil to climb up through the warehouse's metal structure, to the sloped roof. Saldana opened, went through, and then shut the front warehouse doors. "Alan, where are they now?"

((Night Yvan))

Stealthily climbing the ladder to the roof he set himself up at the corner closest to the mutant and got himself into a prone position and aimed right at her bald head. Waiting for the Colonel to attempt to engage her.

In the box, in the dark, eyes opened.

"Ah, what a refreshing nap!" He looked around.

"Hmph. They had to bury me, didn't they? Still, could've been worse. They could have cremated me, and then that plan would've been scuppered rather severely."

Vito ergo sum. I live, therefore I am.

He heard footsteps dragging across the ground just above his box of a coffin. It can't of been any of the others, unless they'd been severely injured (Sydney hoped Virgil was, but it probably was a vain hope) or somehow went zombie, but looking at his watch (how kind of them not to loot it off him) with glowing hands, he noticed he'd only been unconscious (so to speak, technically he was brain-dead for at least a few hours) for 18 hours. And unless Sydney or Nidia or the Colonel or Alan went postal earlier, he doubted it was any of them. No, this was a denizen of the twisted world above, not dead, not really sick, but rather, other.

Like he was now. Like he'd been for the past few years in his head. He'd realised after he shot himself in the head with the DEW ((the first time, when he had it on stun and was merely trying to burn the voices out of his head)) that morality was what you made of it, especially in this new world. Of course there was black, white, and all shades of grey, but that was all rather.....monochromatic. The thing that was inhabiting Sydney now, in fact the thing that ALWAYS inhabited his head, but was only brought out by the lab accident ((the aforementioned mixture of hydrocarbons and the decon spray)) and the later blast from the DEW, thought of morality as being more of a rainbow, and a voluntary thing, at that. He could be voluntarily moral, but that meant, of course, that he could not deal with the rest of them from a position of strength, moral, physical, or otherwise.

Talking of strength....

He kicked at the bottom of the 'coffin' until the end of the box bent.

And the box collpased.

"Bugger!" muttered Sydney through a mouthful of soil. Looks like he'd have to dig his way out....

((I'll wait until you guys finish fighting the zombie, okay? I want my reappearance to be more subtle and one-on-one than me simply rising from the grave in Grand Guignol style....))

Alan directed Saldana to the west side of the warehouse, where the mutant lay in wait. As soon as he came into sight, she ran at him, jumping into combat fiercely, before he could even fire. He was knocked back, and the foe pulled out a long axe.
"Now, you have no-one to help you." Saldana aimed at her head, but by the time he pulled the trigger, she had swung her legs high, kicking him in the left side of his head. He fired accidentally, missing the woman completely, and leaving himself open to another attack. he dropped the machine gun, and pulled out a long combat knife. The woman came at him madly, and swung her axe at his head. He kicked her in the stomach, and she fell to the floor.

((I knew it, Quatermass, you were going to resurrect Sydney's corpse.))

((How, I will explain, but not yet. As for your comment earlier about having something up my sleeve, I did have, a bit before. Literally...))

Sydney heard the gun shots above him, and the sounds of a struggle. He impishly felt like yelling, "Couldja shut up? I'm trying to get some sleep here!! !" but decided against it. Best not to alert the others to his presence, not yet.