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LOCK DOWN--IC

Postby zombreach » Wed Dec 11, 2013 11:20 pm

Back-story: Beaumont Medical Facility (BMF) is a three story bio-tech building, the two lower levels built underground. Located in a remote area, it is surrounded by miles of undeveloped land belonging to a government agency. From the outside it appears to be a typical medical facility with a large parking lot surrounding enforced glass walls edged in steel. Double entry doors are positioned on either end.

Once inside, a person is greeted by secretarial staff, welcoming them to the new age laboratory and research center. One-way mirrors and cameras are discretely positioned to cover every corner of the ground floor. Numerous guards keep vigil over the area, positioned behind the mirrors and within small observation rooms with multiple screens. The 6000 square foot area is home to the reception area, staff locker rooms with showers, dining hall, auditorium and expansive rest rooms. Set at the furthest corner from the main entrance is an elevator and a locked stairway. Only personnel with a coded key card have access to the lower levels and the secrets held within.

Lower Level B (LLB) houses the majority of offices belonging to the medical staffing—mostly research scientists and their assistants. There are a few smaller laboratories on this level as well as a nurse's station. Well stocked, the station can treat most injuries without outside interference. It holds five beds plus one—the last located in an isolation chamber. One other main feature of this floor is an observation room, which has a glass partition overlooking a surgical suite below. Along the opposite wall computer screens and panels stretch end to end. From this point, a person has access to every floor through both the surveillance system and the communication network.

Lower Level Sub-B (SB) is the final floor in the facility. It is here that most of the research takes place. It houses several laboratories, many of them labeled at a bio-safety level of four. A surgical suite takes up almost half of the floor and numerous containment rooms are located within the space. Only one office is located on this level—that of Dr. Beaumont, the lead scientist on the projects secreted within.

On September 7th, 2015, an unexpected turn of events causes BMF to go into emergency lock down. A bio-agent, labeled X-15, is accidentally released, the spores traveling quickly through the ventilation system at level SB up to the ground floor. Metal shutters are engaged, entombing the building's outer glass walls and imprisoning the unfortunate survivors. All communication to the outside world is scrambled.

The threat: Zombie-like creatures with a lust for both flesh and blood. They infect through bites and micro-spores which are air-borne. A small percentage of people are immune to the virus, although a bite can make them extremely ill. The ensuing infection can be deadly if not treated.

X-15 will cause death to the majority of people who encounter it. Death can occur within minutes to an hour depending on exposure. Reanimation occurs almost instantly following death. The newly undead infected are ravenous and appear almost human except for translucent fine lines which cover their skin. They begin to decompose after a few hours, resembling the zombie of fiction after a day's time. With the rot comes a loss of motor skills and intelligence. A newly turned creature can still operate simple tools and climb stairs easily. It remembers some of its former life, even seeming to recognize familiar faces and items. Within a 24 hour period, all this disappears, leaving behind a shambling, mindless drone. Throughout this entire process, the reanimated being never loses its crazed hunger and undying rage.
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Re: LOCK DOWN--IC

Postby zombreach » Thu Dec 12, 2013 12:31 am

A mechanical humming buzzed within the building's speaker system preceding a sudden clanging of bells. Alarms echoed loudly, increasing in volume as a disembodied voice resonated in the background, counting down the minutes until lock down was complete.

“WARNING! LEVEL 4 CONTAMINATION! LOCK DOWN COMMENCING IN T MINUS 90 SECONDS!”

On the ground floor of the facility, workers scrambled to make it to the main entrance before the steel shutters were completely engaged. They pushed into the vestibule, trying to make it through the double set of doors. Two unfortunate workers were showered with bullets, a third escapee clearing the doors, only to be crushed by the descending shutter. Unseen machinery squealed, wheels grinding loudly with increased force. The pressure caused the body to split, severed legs spewing out into the lobby. Stunned faces watched in silence as their only exit was blocked, numb hands reaching for cell phones which produced nothing but static. The legs, encased in blue trousers twitched, then became still.
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LLB: Cass stood over one of the computer monitors, pounding her fingers against the keys while an intern screamed in her ear. They were alone in the observation suite, Cassandra's attention divided between the current screen and one beside it. Bio-agent X-15 had escaped and its host, patient zero, was busy tearing apart her father's dead body. Her face held a barely discernible frown, her forehead creased, the tension between father and daughter an open sore continually festering. Inside the large room, the clangor was deafening.

“Shut them off! For God's sake, shut the fucking things off!”

Cass gave the young girl a steely glance. “I'm trying. Stop shouting in my ear and give me some room!” She elbowed the girl aside, trying another sequence of numbers and letters in an attempt to interrupt the lock down sequence.

“T MINUS 30 SECONDS!”

“No...no...no...no! I can't be locked in here! I have...” The girl's mouth fell open as she staggered backwards, her hand going to her face as a red hand print emblazoned upon her cheek. “You hit me! Why'd you hit me?”

“Shut up!” Cass yelled. “...or I'll hit you again.”

“T MINUS 15 SECONDS!”

The countdown continued, Cassandra's attempts futile in the face of a level 4 emergency. As the realization of an imminent lock down hit home, she stepped away from the keyboard and turned her attention back to her father's inert form. Already the virus was activating and processing his body. He suddenly jerked, his head lifting away from the floor covered in his recently spilled blood. The liquid seeped from his messed hair, droplets hitting the linoleum with a defined splatter. The dead eyes looked directly into the camera, teeth baring as her father rose to his feet unsteadily.

The alarm's clamor ended. Lock down was complete.

In the ensuing silence, Cass locked gazes with the creature's captured image. “Nice job Daddy. Seems your experiment was a success.”
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Re: LOCK DOWN--IC

Postby Crow Lee » Thu Dec 12, 2013 2:25 am

As soon as the alarms begin to sound, Crow Lee double checks his current gear and does a brass check on his weapon. Security protocol of a L4 lock down means scrambled comms and all exits become impossible. Drawing on 6 years of infantry and comm experience, Crow checks the monitors in his guard station. He's scanning the video feeds when he catches a sight worthy of hollywood. One of the docs getting cannibalized by a fellow human. After it's meal the person, dripping blood from it's chin seems to look directly through the camera at Crow. Flashbacks of his time in South America suddenly plays through his mind.

He abruptly snaps to reality when someone is shoved hard against the one way mirror seperating his station from the lobby. Looking out through the glass, he sees sheer chaos out there. People screaming while some are banging on the metal shutters. Crow, thankful for his natural curiosity uses his administrative login for the server and begins to browse the folders of experiments. He's done this before whenever he got bored on his shift but this time he was looking for a reason for the lock down. The system logs tell him it's a room on the science floor. He then does a quick search for files electronically signed by the elder doc Beaumont involving the room on his monitor. His searching shows an experiment for something called X-15. He must've only kept hard copy notes of his project because Crow can't find any details on the server.

His attention is pulled back to the lobby when an especially sharp scream cuts through the yelling and banging. He looks back out the window and sees the people outside begin to run away from the shutters. As the crowd moves, Crow can see a person kneeling over another person and he notices blood pooling under them. Whatever X-15 is, it's obviously in the lobby. Crow makes a bee line for the locker room, quickly grabs his backpack and dons his gas mask. He adds the contents of his lunch box, a burped MRE, and 1 liter of water into his backpack.

After locking his reserve supplies in his locker, he ensures that his key card and locker keys are safely tucked away. He then heads for the lobby. His next stop is the armory for his riot gear and some more weapons. Then he'll have to head for the servers and unscramble comms so that he can call for help. After clearing the locker room he takes a peek into the lobby. "Where did the infected person get to?" he thinks to himself.
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Re: LOCK DOWN--IC

Postby Shelbyman82nd » Thu Dec 12, 2013 10:01 pm

Shelby is on Lower Level B, preparing a gram stain when the alarms go off. "Now what in the sam hell is going on here?" He thinks to himself. Shelby is a medical student doing a research elective during his clinical year. He is working with a Microbiology PhD on bacterial cultures and sensitivities. His student ID gives him access to the ground floor and to LLB, but not SB. Everything is hush-hush about SB, and he is not so sure he wants to know about the secret-squirrel shit going on down there anyway. Info on SB was on a need-to-know basis, and he didn't need to know...until now...

Figuring it is some sort of stupid drill, he casually begins to store his crap and make his way towards the stairs. As he walks down the hallway, he sees a receptionist burst through the door of the stairs pale as a ghost and screaming illegibly between sobs. Shelby runs to her and grabs her shoulders. "Whoa, whoa whoa, what is going on!?" She crumples to the floor and sobs, "He's dead, the fucking door crushed him and we're all locked in with the virus!" Shelby has no idea what she is talking about, but when she mentioned people dying, the red flag went up and he became dead serious. As the combat vet in him took over, he grabbed the terrified woman and pulled her into a lab, locking the heavy steel door behind them.

"OK, we are safe in here. What do you know?" She said, "The alarm and lockdown sequence started, and some people from SB tried to get out. They were screaming about X15 or something, calling it the virus, and saying they were going to kill us all. As they were trying to get out, 2 of them were shot, and the third was crushed by the metal door. I don't know what happened after that...I just ran away as fast as I could." As Shelby processed the story, he realized that SB was housing some USAMRIID-level bugs, and that something terribly wrong had happened down there. He suddenly felt woefully unprepared with the lack of gear he carried on his person in the lab. All he had for defense was a penlight with an 18 meter beam, and a 4 inch folding pocket knife. He checked his cell phone and had no service...no use wasting the battery searching for service, so he turned it off and pocketed it.

He had to get to the locker room on the ground floor, which had his backpack. His backpack had a small stash of gear that he could really use right now, but he needed a weapon for the trip. As he took stock of his surroundings, the only thing that looked sturdy enough to act as a weapon was an IV pole. "Fuck..." he thought as he grabbed it. He made his way over to the door and pressed his ear against it to listen to the hallway..."Where are you going!?" the frightened woman exclaimed. Shelby turned back to her and said, "Getting some supplies." The woman shook her head and said, "If you go out there, they'll get you...i'm staying right here." Shelby pressed his ear back to the door. He didn't hear anything in the hallway. He told the woman, "I will come back when I get my gear..Let me back in when I knock on the door and ID myself." The woman numbly shook her head. Shelby adjusted his grip on the metal pole and steeled himself for action. Shaking slightly with adrenaline, he twisted the knob and opened the door...
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Re: LOCK DOWN--IC

Postby cool99061 » Fri Dec 13, 2013 3:35 pm

Jeff walks down the corridor, nervous. He heads towards his locker, eager to get his gas mask on. As he turns a corner he sees someone running down the corridor towards the lobby.

He pulls out his Glock and shouts at the unknown person "Stop!" The person complies, turning around. Jeff sees eight grooves in the unknown person's flesh, which ooze blood that, in turn, stain the shirt. "Sh!t! What the f*ck happened to you?" The person starts lumbering towards Jeff in a grotesque manner that makes Jeff feel like the person-or thing- isn't looking for a hug. Jeff shoots the thing's knee, but it keeps coming. He then shoots a couple rounds into the thing's head, causing it to fall to the ground.

Jeff searches it for supplies, or anything saying what X-15 is.
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Re: LOCK DOWN--IC

Postby Crow Lee » Fri Dec 13, 2013 7:45 pm

After ensuring that the locker room was clear, Crow carefully peaked out of the locker room to assess the lobby situation. If there's more then 5 infected, then he'd simply watch them until the inevitable fellow staff members made their way to the lockers. If there's less 5 or less infected then he would take them out with his blade and see if he could assist anyone left in the lobby.
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Re: LOCK DOWN--IC

Postby zombreach » Sat Dec 14, 2013 4:24 pm

The two women stood transfixed by the images they saw on the monitor's screen. The young intern was horrified, but Cass felt a sense of morbid curiosity. Below them, the two undead creatures searched the room which enclosed them. There was no sense of discovery, only a desperate need to escape. The man who had been her father was the most coherent, making his way over to the double set of doors located on the west wall. He placed his bloodied hands against the glass partition and pushed clumsily without success. He was joined by the other one, a man long dead with an open chest cavity and advanced rot. The second man was naked, and there were no organs visible, just an empty rib cage. Both of them pressed their weight against the glass, a low moaning coming from their open mouths.

Cass paused to look over at the young woman by her side, noticing fine lines creeping along the smooth skin of her cheeks. The intern coughed, following the sound with a wet clearing of her throat. Her hands began clenching and unclenching, a nervous tick starting by her eyes. Cass moved away, recognizing the symptoms as those of the X-15 virus. It didn't seem possible that the girl was infected, the virus was not supposed to be airborne. It was meant to be activated when a soldier was nearing death, his body shutting down from blood loss or organ failure. Even then, it was only supposed to keep them mobile for a few hours, hopefully long enough for them to help defeat the enemy. Patient zero was their test subject, and he had proven to be difficult to kill--his body withstanding all forms of destruction placed upon it. Only destroying the brain wound work. For many months now Cass had been trying to get her father to shut down the X-virus testing. The virus had proven to be unstable, constantly mutating despite their best efforts. From a scientist's view point, it was quite amazing, but it also meant the infection could now be wide spread, possibly even venturing outside the building's walls despite the lock down.

As the intern fell to her knees, Cass noticed movement from the surgical suite below. Her father was walking towards a bank of computers, a stool held tightly in his hands. Cass cried out "no" just as he raised it above his head and began smashing the console repeatedly. Lights flickered then went out, the sound of fans whirring to a stop the only sound remaining. All monitors went black. For a short span of seconds there was nothing, then the backup generators kicked in, emergency lighting illuminating the hallways and rooms with a ghostly glow. There was a click as sealed doorways were disengaged, the power interruption causing all locked rooms to be accessible. Unnoticed below her, Cassandra's father and his companion left the suite by the now open doorways. Beside Cass there was a low moan of pain as the girl clutched at her constricting throat. She convulsed several times before becoming motionless. Without hesitation, Cass reached behind her for a fire extinguisher on the wall. She smashed the red tube against the girl's head repeatedly, until all that remained was a flattened mass.

The proverbial shit had hit the fan. Cass left the observation room with the extinguisher clutched tightly against her abdomen and a scalpel blade brandished before her for protection. She needed to find a gun, and so help her God, she hoped no one got in her way this time.
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Re: LOCK DOWN--IC

Postby cool99061 » Sun Dec 15, 2013 4:02 pm

Jeff walks to the lobby, realizing all non-infected would be headed there, causing mayhem and a massive amount of infected from the people mentioned earlier. He then realizes that he would need backup. He tries to call for help over his radio. "Shit." he mutters to himself. It doesn't work. "Now, what computer would have been the one that initiated the lock down..." He decides to clear the lobby, and then head down to the lower floor.
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Re: LOCK DOWN--IC

Postby Shelbyman82nd » Sun Dec 15, 2013 9:38 pm

Shelby pushed the door open, and saw...nothing. He was the only one in the hallway. He cautiously made his way to the stairs, when the lights flickered, then went out. He froze in place, and grabbed his penlight from his pocket. "Great," he thought. Just as he clicked his light on, the backup generators kicked in and the lights came back on. He switched his light off and pocketed it once again. As he was pocketing it, he heard a series of clicks at the end of the hall, where he knew there were locked supply rooms that required keycard access. He made his way over to the door, still alone in the hallway, and tried it. It swung open freely. Then he tried another, with the same result. "Well, looks like nothing is locked now," he mumbled to himself, as he continued toward the stairwell. He kept this in mind, because he had heard the guards talking amongst themselves about some pretty nice equipment at an on-site armory. He would have to see if he could track it down. First, he knew exactly where a weapon and some small supplies were, and it was his mission to get them.

He peered through the small window of the door on the stairwell. He could not see anyone, or hear anything, but he saw a handprint on the wall that appeared to be smeared with...blood. "Maybe that crazy lady was right..." He thought to himself, as he opened the door. Once inside the stairwell, he could see the floor underneath the handprint. It looked like a murder scene. Even more disconcerting though, was that further up the stairs the victim was still standing, despite having a large gash to the neck, right where the carotid artery runs. The man turned his head towards him and snarled.

The look the 'victim' gave Shelby was the most bone-chilling he had ever seen. It was the look of a crazed animal out for blood, seething with rage. Shelby had the gut feeling that one of them would not be leaving there alive, and he gripped the pole tighter. "You are hurt badly, come to the sick bay and you can get help." Once Shelby had said this the man started towards him. Clumsily, but altogether too fast for comfort with his arms outstretched and lips twisted into a snarl. "Stop!" Shelby yelled as the man advanced on him. Shelby punched the IV pole into the man's chest and stepped to the side, which caused the lunatic to lose his balance and fall over. The man shrieked as he fell, and kept his focus on Shelby as he smacked into the ground. He struggled to get back up, but Shelby could see he had dislocated his arm in the fall. He resorted to crawling towards the cornered Shelby, while clacking his teeth menacingly. Shelby smashed the man's hand with the pole when he was in range, but it barely phased him.

Running out of options and even more quickly running out of space, Shelby swung the pole into the man's head. It knocked the man over, but amazingly he kept coming, with that feral look in his eyes. "Stop!" Shelby yelled again, more pleading than commanding...but still he came. Out of options, He brought the pole over his head, and summoning up his best wood-splitting swing, brought the pole down straight onto the man's head as hard as he could. He heard, and felt a sickening crunch, accompanied with a warm, wet splatter across his front. The man had stopped moving, and Shelby had caved the top of his skull in. Shaking, he brushed the cranial and cerebral matter from him. "What the fuck is going on!?" he thought to himself...

He heard another shriek and looked up. There was another person with the crazy eyes, and a large, gory wound that looked fatal. This one's arm was twisted grotesquely in the stair railing, effectively locking it in place. As Shelby approached, he was met with the same reaction as last time...a chilling, bloodthirsty stare. He stared back. The thing stared at him, unblinking. Eyes wide and filled with rage. The mouth kept clacking, while blood and saliva dripped from its mouth. Its free arm was outstretched towards him, grasping at the air...and this was the way it stayed, almost mechanical in its focus and movements. Nothing changed...it just focused all of its rage and energy on him. Shelby stepped into the swing and clobbered this one's skull into mush as well. It crumpled into a twisted heap, dangling from its ensnared arm. Shelby kept his distance and poked the foot, checking to see if it was still alive. No movement. He then used the end of the pole to lift up its head. The eyes were still open, but there was nothing there.

He dropped the head and continued up the ground floor landing. He paused, recounting what had just happened. He was not a stranger to violence, having done a tour in Iraq, and one along the Korean DMZ, but this was on a whole different level. Those things, whatever they were, didn't feel pain, didn't tire, didn't blink, didn't want to do anything but unleash that rage on you. He knew, as much as he hated it, that anyone that he ran into in that condition wouldn't stop until he killed them. He also knew that he absolutely needed his pistol, and anything he could get in the armory. Even more important, he needed to find a place he could be secure for at least 72 hours, so he could assess the situation and let the immediate crisis end before he made his escape from BMC.

Having collected his thoughts, he assessed his IV pole. It was still holding up well, but he didn't want his violence to be so...close. He ducked beneath the window of the door leading to the hall and peaked out the window through the corner of his eye...
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Re: LOCK DOWN--IC

Postby Crow Lee » Mon Dec 16, 2013 12:06 am

Crow opened the locker room door in time to notice 2 things. Firstly, most of the crowd of people had left the lobby. 'Nothing relocates like fear,' Crow thought to himself with a smirk. Then he caught movement at the other end of the lobby. Some guy was heading for the door leading down stairs. Crow began to walk in that direction when he noticed a face peeking through the door window. Crow quickly ducked behind the welcoming desk and peeked over the top. Crow spied the cannibal he saw earlier on the floor, face down, and not moving with blood under his head. With a quick glance around he realized that the only ones moving around were the window peeper, the guy heading for the stairs, and himself. He remained crouching by the desk until the window peeper and the other guy made contact. 'Who knows how many crazies those scientists have created," Crow thinks with a shudder.
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