+Kozu lay's in bed, groaning loudly at the loud noises outside his hotel room door. Whoever it was out there, they couldn't wait to get into there room. It was his first time here in raccoon city, the place he was transferred to. A simple rural town in the middle of no where surrounded by mountain's. True, it was a nice enough place to take a vacation, but it wasn't worth living in. This was kozu's third day here in the town and already he was hating it. He was used to the city, always working on crime bust's placing criminal's in jail. But since his moment arriving, there was nothing to do. According to police chief bryon iron, he should relax and enjoy life. But with each passing moment, kozu was finding himself uneasy, itching to do something other than paperwork, standing around, doing nothing. Kozu retired early from his day of work and headed back to his hotel room. He ended up finding himself back in the same situation once again. Laying on the bed, not doing anything and just waiting. He hadn't felt like trying to find a place to stay in. The way he saw it, his old chief would ask to have him back in new york. But kozu was smart, he had a feeling his new transfer was going to be permanent. He sigh's softly, realizing that he probably should've learned to control himself a bit more. He probably shouldn't have beaten the information out of that one guy. He probably shouldn't have ignored all those warning's from his cheif on excessive force. But that single case, the case that had been opened for six month's, he had finally been able to solve it. But solving it and bringing everyone to jail cost him his job. It cost him the comfort and knowledge of everything he knew. It landed him straight in hell!!!+
+He had been sent to raccoon city shortly after the S.T.A.R.S unit had been disbanded. Umbrella, the pharmaceutical company, were the people behind the outbreak's of death and mayhem that plaques the town for a while. Kozu had to admit, it held a hint of truth but he couldn't hold it to anything. He had seen enough of company corruption, of dirty dealings and secret information. So it wouldn't be unnatural for the same thing to happen to umbrella. After all, they were held in such high favor, and the government were tied directly to them. But again, without any evidence to it, kozu couldn't hold a candle on it. Kozu groans softly, getting up out of his bed like prison. He rubs his head slightly, looking around the hotel room before sighing. It was time to go check on his weapon's from kendo. He had met kendo by accident, simply driving around town and deciding to check out the stores. Out of everyone in this town, the shop owner was without a doubt one of the cooler people he had met. Both of them had kicked off a friendship with there knowledge of weapon's. He guessed it was time to check on what he had planned for his weapon's, whatever upgrades and little kinks he fixed up. Kozu quickly took a shower and got dressed before leaving the hotel room, adjusting his leg holster and berreta 9mm before locking the door and leaving the hotel room.+
"Bout time kozu, let's see what you think."
+The gun shop owner called out to him the moment he stepped in. Kozu had given him a little nickname, calling him shooter instead of his name. He found it fitting, considering how he was around gun's all the time. Kozu stepped up to the counter and grabbed a hold of the silver plated 9mm pistol that he had left over. It wasn't heavy, it was very surprisingly light. Kozu quickly twirls the gun in his hand before taking his shooting pose, noticing quickly the few things that were done before anything else. There was a small sight on it, one of those laser-sight's for a more accurate shot. From what he could tell, he had removed a few nuts and bolts to allow the 9mm to become lighter. He places the gun on the counter and nods, but before he could even ask, shooter gave him a full clip and told him to take it to the gun range behind the shop. Kozu nods, following shooter to the back. A small gun range, probably ranging fifty feet long with a few shooting target's. Kozu load's the 9mm as shooter quickly set's up the target. As soon as he hear's fire, kozu quickly takes aim. Within four second's, kozu had gone through the clip, losing count of the bullet's he had fired. He knew it had to be more than the normal 15 clip that normally came with this 9mm. His eyes were wide, the ability of this gun surprising him big time. There used to be a small recoil effect, the firing wasn't this smooth before either. He look's at shooter, rubbing his head as he sighs softly. Kozu smiles softly, wondering what shooter had done to this little gun he had left.+
"So what did you do to it shooter? It fires a lot smoother, quicker and it seemed to be a lot more bullet's in the shot's."
"Come on kozu, where's the fun in me telling you huh? With YOUR knowledge I'm sure you can figure it out."
"Of course you would say that. At any rate, mine making me one just like it, except could you increase the firing speed a bit more and possibly the firing capacity? I would prefer a dark red plating and a name signature on it. The name I want is fire. I know it's a bit anti climatic, but it's what I want. Also I got a little gem for you, it belonged to my father. It's a .357 magnum and I just want a few things done to it. A cleaning and a blue plating with the name ice on it?"
+Shooter laughs slightly at kozu but nod's, agreeing to do it. He also tells kozu that he'll add a few more things to each gun before sending them to his desk at the RPD office. Kozu thanks shooter before leaving, a bit happy that shooter let him keep the little silver plated gun he made. Kozu was feeling a bit better about this town, the stupidity and boringness of this place seeming to disappear a bit. Kozu get's on his motorcycle and speeds off, wanting to test the gun properly and figure out what shooter did to it. It wasn't long till kozu got to the police station. He sighed, rubbing his head as he got off of his motorcycle. He had left in a hurry, remembering that his superiors were telling him to finish his paperwork. He'd have to be swift and stealthy, moving like a ninja in the night. Sure enough, he was able to succeed and he got to the shooting range. The small electronic chime sounded off. "Welcome officer kozu muramasa" was what he heard as he moved in and began to set up the target's. Kozu began to fire off several shot's, his use to the gun going long into the night.....+
-Months later-
+It was kozu's day off, but he wanted to get to the RPD office quickly. His gun's came in yesterday and he only had a chance to glance at them. Kozu had left them at the office, deciding that he would be able to enjoy them more if he waited. He look's at his two gun's, a simple desert eagle magnum with a ten clip capacity and the 9mm that shooter gave him. Both were magnificent gun's, both held great promise for things. Kozu rubs his head, wondering what was going to happen from here. He had heard that an old friend, Leon S. Kennedy, was going to be joining the force today. Knowing Leon, he probably overslept, as he would've been here by now. It was about mid afternoon and all kozu had done was tinker and toy with the gun's, cleaning and inspecting them. But with them both fully assembled and loaded, they were perfect. He heard the same old noise outside his room and told them keep it down. But the noise actually ncreased, like someone was banging on his door. Kozu get's up slowly, grabbing his 9mm with his right hand as he readies his gun. What was going on out there, why were they trying to get into his room? He could hear moaning on top of the banging and it was making kozu uneasy. He had read the S.T.A.R.S report on the spencer estate and of the murder's all those month's ago. Regardless of it all, it made kozu a bit jumpy and skittish. But as kozu reaches his door, it burst's open with two young kid's stumbling in slowly. Were they drunk, no they were to young to be drunk. But he noticed that one of them had a huge gaping wound on his neck and the other one was covered in blood. Letting off one single warning, kozu aim's his gun at the one covered in blood. They ignore his warning and start lurching toward him, there steps slow and cumbersome. Kozu groan's, aiming for both the kid's kneecaps and with two well placed shot's, blow out both kid's left kneecap's. They fall to the ground, moaning as they start crawling to kozu. Kozu doesn't take the chance and quickly places two more bullet's in the kid's, straight through the heart. Both kid's moan before they stop moving, laying motionless on the ground. Kozu rub's his head, wondering what in the hell was going on with those kid's. They showed no sign of pain, no motion of slowing down. As he walks over to the phone, he hear's that same moan and his face goes white. He quickly turns around, seeing both kid's crawling toward him again. What in the hell was going on, they shouldn't be alive!? Kozu quickly fire's off two more shot's, both slamming into there brain's. With a death twitch from both of them, the kid's stop moving. Kozu picks up the phone, notices that it was dead and immediatly growl's. Kozu get's dressed in his RPD outfit, placing his desert eagle in the leg holster as he places his 9mm on his right side waist holster. Quickly placing his ammo in his pouches in his waist and vest, kozu moves quickly, his mind set on getting to the office and finding out what was going on. On why these two kid's resembled the ones in the S.T.A.R.S report and hopefully that there weren't more of these kid's wondering around. Kozu steps out into the hallway of the hotel and right away, he knew it was chaos. There was blood all over the walls and floor of the hallway. People were screaming and running away from other's, all in a furious chaotic rush. Kozu moves to the stairs, looking down and at the stairway. There were bodies on the step's, covered in blood and he could see people running about in the reception hall. Kozu sighs, guessing it was a good thing leon wasn't here in this chaos. He then hit himself mentally, regretting that he never took a walkie talkie home with him. Kozu moves swiftly down the stair's, motioning past the dead bodies swiftly as he reaches the reception hall. He quickly fired off two shot's, both of them slamming into the back and through the heart of one man lurching toward the receptionest. The man moans softly, his movement still going forward as kozu moves forward. With a quick roundhouse, his left foot slams across the man's head, sending the man flying to the ground, a chunk of his flesh on kozu's boot.+
"I'm kozu muramasa of the raccoon city police department. Hurry and get to the police station now!!!"
+With that, the receptionist runs outside and toward the police station as kozu step's outside. Such chaos, such destruction, such madness was happening right now. Kozu readies the gun in his hand, going right down the street toward the police station. Perhaps some of the other officer's or his superiors could inform him of what in the world was going on......+
***
- It was 10 a.m. when the massive black lab came in the young woman's room barking up a storm, leaping up on the bed on to her causing Ann jerked straight up covering her face with her hands where Mr. Black tried to lick her face. Sliding her feet slowly over the side edge, she groaned in protest, she had only just got home a few hours ago. Mr. Black was sitting there at the front of her bed with his tail wagging like rapid fire whimpering softly trying to calm down and not pounce at her again or she would put him outside for the rest of the day. Ann went straight to the restroom, washing off the drool and junk from her eyes, her stomach was growling louder then Mr. Black. With her face still dripping with water she did as he wanted and opened the back door for him. The two year old dog ran straight to the back fence, barking loudly going from one end to the other. Ann shook her head with her moist shoulder length dark brown hair still a tangled mess. "Damn it Mr. Black... Can't you do your mess then get back inside like a normal dog-" He was clawing at the back fence, wanting whatever was on the other side, maybe a cat. He had a bad habit of chasing down the cats and bringing them back home unharmed of course but the moment they took off he saw it as a game and chased them. Ann rubbed the dripping water off her face as she started walking over to the back fence. She noticed the desperate way he groaned and barked at the wall, jumping up nearly past the top.
Turns out the strange noise wasn't coming from Mr. Black but another source. Speechless with Black still running circles around her listening to the soft moaning slurping sound of a woman's throat. Was someone having sex just beyond her yard? Her mouth fell open, Ann grabbed the top of her fence and lifted herself up slowly. She was a well fit woman that stood at 5'8, strong for a woman her size and could over power a man if needed which made the night guard a perfect job for her. Peaking up over the side with only her eyes, Ann saw the girl who lived next door sitting on top of a boy and what seemed they were making out. The girl's hair was nappy, and the fresh smell of dead fish was in the air. "Ah.." Ann couldn't remember the young girl's name but it's not like she really wanted to start a conversation. The blood stains soaked on the ground below, on them. Ann softly dropped down and returned to the house, teens these days she thought. Mr. Black came in with her and she locked the door behind her, whatever the hell they were doing out there she didn't want that in her home. And with that Ann turned on her coffee maker and flipped on the T.V. using the remote. Ann Silver, a night guard for a corporation named Umbrella. She was transferred here after her marriage fell through with one of the S.T.A.R.S. male, she requested for the transfer. 25 and single, living alone with her dog in this mountain town called Raccoon City. Mr. Black was laying on the couch, while she stood at the bar sipping her freshly made coffee and reading yesterday's paper.
"Stay in doors, people attacking one another and leaving the roads covered in death!" Ann looked up for a moment catching the attacking part and felt concern for a moment. Putting the newspaper down she went to the couch besides Mr. Black. The anchorman looked worried, panicked even as the screen behind him flash with videos and pictures taken by the public. Terrible photos of people bleeding, crying and struggling to fight off other humans. The videos were no better, crowds of people running and screaming. People laying on the ground dead one moment then the next rushing at the camera man. "We are getting more and more photos, recordings of this outbreak racing through the city! These images are shocking and viewer discretion is advised!" Ann wasn't a woman to waist needed time, she rush into her bedroom and suited up in her night time guard outfit. Black pants a black long sleeve shirt with a matching black helmet and steel toe boots. With a night stick connected to her left hip and a machine gun strapped to her back so her arms were free. Now she felt some what safe. "Lock your doors, broad up the windows, the end is now people! If you are bitten.. you won't have much time..." Ann stuffed three clips of ammo into her pockets just as Mr. Black started barking again. The back door, someone was banging against the wood. "Shut up Mr. Black!" Ann walked into the living room as the backdoor was broken door. Laying on top of the back door's remains was the neighbors daughter. Ann stepped back slowly as Mr. Black started to growl, Ann snapped her fingers signaling him to come back to her side, as he did so the girl began to move slowly, struggling to get up. The morning sun beaming in through the gap in her wall now. "Sweety.. Are you alright?" Ann was already reaching back for her gun.
"UUuuuAaaaaAAHhhhhh..." Her flesh was pale, peeling off and soaked in blood. Ann had both hands on her gun pointing it right at the girl standing up before her. "Answer me, this isn't funny..." Once again the only reply she was given was a soft long moan. Ann stiffened, her heart was racing, what was she going to going to do? The T.V. was still on but now there was a large hole in the wall, more would come. Ann rushed forward, unleashing her night stick and slamming it straight down against the girl's face. Like a sack of bricks she fell to the ground. Ann grabbed her motorcycle keys from the counter, her wallet and cell phone from the bread box before heading out the front door. She looked back at the bloody girl in her kitchen, she was struggling to move her head but her legs were trying to get back up. "Saddle up" Her black lab was trained for traveling, listening to orders and the order she gave him was to take his place on the passenger station connected to main motorcycle. Ann closed the door, not bothering to lock it. As she quickly walked to her motorcycle she wiped the blood off of her night stick and put it back in her holder. She sat on her steed and looked around. She could hear screaming off in the distance, where was the best place to be at this moment? Police station? Perhaps but that would take a couple of hours. Starting up the motorcycle she took off down the road with the Umbrella logo in the center of her back. It was a good thing she took her motorcycle at first, but two hours later she had to get off it from the massive line of cars before her, people were trying to get out of the city, which she didn't blame them but they it seemed like the line to get out would take to long. Mr. Black was starting to whimpering like he had to go to the restroom.
Ann would have to take a different route to the police station since the main road was closed by how would she get there with most of the streets blocked off? By Foot! Ann turned her motorcycle around, heading a different way but didn't get to far till more people with pale eyes started chasing after her. After a few more minutes she fond just what she was looking for. The Police Station was just in sight, Mr.Black started barking loudly suddenly, causing Ann to look over at her left side, rushing right at her was a large pale man, he was missing an eye and his bottom jaw was hardly holding on. Ann had a choice then and there, shoot or hit him with her bike. Ann rimmed the engine as Mr. Black hopped off his seat, taking off at an even faster speed as she pulled back with all her might. The front of the bike lifted up and with the back wheels still pushing her forward. Just before impacted she threw herself forward, the bike crushing the man under her as she came to a spinning sliding stop on the bike. Her bike slammed into a parked car off across the station. Mr. Black quickly ran over to her, licking her helmet. Ann staggered to her feet, turning off her motorcycle and stumbled toward the police station. The moaning was growing louder, more were coming, those things. "Mr.Black quickly go to the door!" She yelled at him and he obey by waiting at the first step for her. -
***
+Kozu gasps slightly, trying to catch his breath as he turns the corner. Sweat was dripping down his face, his breathing ragged as he quickly reloads his gun. Nearly everyone he was running into was either those thing's or dead. He was just a few minutes from the police station and already he was feeling a sense of dread. All the police barricades were broken, so many cop's dead and even more had become those thing's. Zombie's, let's get it right here kozu was what he thought as he moves again. He had gotten a hold of a shotgun, but there were only two shells with it and it only lasted to get him out of two sticky situations with these things. He had been cornered twice when trying to save people and those people ended up trying to kill him. Those two shells were used to disperse the crowd and saved his life. But this was getting from bad to worse for him. He had already gone through all but two clip's of his ammunition and he could only use his 9mm silver plated berreta. Kozu could only hope that when he got to the police station that there was not only ammo, but reinforcement's. As kozu turns the corner, his heart sinks a bit. The police station had a small barricade as well, but it looked like it had been broken as well. He moved quickly, going through the open gate and toward the door's. He dispatched two zombies with two well placed shots to the head. He open's the front door's slowly, moving in quickly and searching the hallway. It was strangely empty, not a single sound, not a single person. Kozu closes the door behind him, moving slowly to his right to the door. It was locked, which was strange by kozu's standard's. None of the door's in the station had ever been locked since he had been here. Then it hit him like a brick, lock down in case of invasion. Had those zombies somehow gotten into the police station? Kozu moves silently and swiftly to the front desk. The computer screen's were still active and so where the camera's keeping watch over the station.+
+Kozu sighs softly, sitting in the roll around chair as he looks at the computer screen's. From what he could tell, in order to proceed into the station, he would have to activate the electronic locks. After a few keystrokes and placing his id card into the card reader, he heard a large lock unhook from the lobby. The giant door, heading into the waiting room and toward the debriefing room. It looks like kozu would have to go the long way around to get to his office and to his gun's and ammunition. Kozu sighs softly, groaning as he get's up slowly. He was in good physical condition, constantly working out and staying in peak condition. But after running from the hotel to the station, more than eight miles, kozu could feel his body burning. He shakes his head, checking how many bullet's he had in his clip. Four bullet's with one single clip. This wasn't turning out to be good at all, he had wasted his desert eagle quickly trying to save other people as well. Reloading his 9mm, kozu moves quietly to the double door's. Opening them quickly, he moves in silently, scoping out the room with his gun at the ready. Closing the door's behind him, he look's around the waiting room. Silence was what he was greater by and it was honestly starting to freak him out. Wasting no time, kozu moves through the waiting room and into the long hallway to his office and the debriefing room. As he steps into the hallway, he notices that the windows were boarded up and that the circuit board to activate the shutter's were missing a cord. Kozu ignores it, seeing there was enough room to get through the hallway by staying to the wall without worry of the window's. Sure enough, as he starts to walk through the hallway, he saw the arm's reaching in, the moans as those zombies were disheartening. Kozu knew that some of them were his fellow policemen and policewomen. Kozu moves swiftly, opening the door and heading through the next hallway into the debriefing room. Paper's and food was strewn about and it seemed like everyone left in a hurry. He look's around, noticing a few clips of ammunition on the table. Obviously they left in to much of a hurry, cause there was two clips that were left behind. Kozu tucks them away as he looks throughout the room. After noticing nothing of value, kozu moves out of the room and heads toward the exit. As he enters the next room, he quickly heard the moan's and turns to his right to notice a female, her clothes were torn and tattered, her body covered in blood.+
+Without wasting a second, he quickly fires off a shot, the bullet slamming into her brain and ending her quickly. Kozu moves quickly, heading upstairs and through the double doors at the top of the stair's. The room was untouched from what kozu could tell, which meant good news for him. He moves to his desk, opening the right top drawer. His two gun's, the 9mm and the .357 magnum seemed to welcome him with open arm's. So did the small pile of ammunition in the drawer beneath them. But before he could grab his weapon's and ammunition, he hear's a loud commotion outside. Moving to the outside camera's, he notices a woman and a black dog outside. They appeared human still and that meant good news. Some form of reinforcement's and even more, people that were still living. Kozu quickly flips the switch to turn on the microphone as he looks at the camera.+
"Whoever you are, if your human, hurry through the double doors as you enter the station and follow the pathway to the stairs. I'm within the room at the top of the stair's. Hurry and get here, for the electronic lock's I activated have a time delay system."
***
- Ann's head jerked up hearing the speakers going off which only were
normally used in case of emgering, the male voice spoke of hope and
where to find him but the noise was causing her unwanted attention and
giving herself away. Before the voice could finish speaking she was
rushing with all that she was up the stairs with Mr. Black barking at
the on coming wave of zombies. Ann didn't look back as she got to the
doors in under five seconds. Pulling open one door she allowed Mr. Black
to get in first, by the time she got in and closed the door behind her a
rioting hand was caught then sliced off from the force of her slamming
it shut. Breathing hard, sweating inside her helmet, Ann didn't dare
take it off yet. Bending over she picked up the half palm before her
feet. It was still, but dripping with blood and ripped hair. This
creature feasted before it came after her, no doubt looking for a fresh
kill. What was happening? The Umbrella corporation was some how tied in
with all this? But how, why. Ann needed to find out, realizing that she
might not like what she would discover but it was clear she had to get
out of this city before it was to late. Ann dropped the severed hand and
stepped on it, smashing the damn thing in to a puddle before turning
back around. The Police Station's main room was huge, alone it was
three story's tall and the floors for each would be huge. That man, time
delay. S**t, she didn't have much time then. Snapping once Mr. Black
came to her side and stood on all fours waiting for the next order. Ann
stood still searching the area for a pair of double doors, sure enough
there in plain sight were a pair of blue double doors. Ann quickly
unstrapped her two handed machine gun from her back and moved forward
in a quick pace. Not long after she had gotten to the hall way with brocaded windows. The holes in the wood were opened enough for a arm to
slip in, that was just an enter thought right before a few arms reached
right in trying to grab her. Jerking back against the wall, she hadn't
expected that so she released a soft gasp. She felt embarrassed and even
the dog was looking at her strangely.
Ann cursed softly and moved on, she wasn't liking this one bit. Being a night guard she heard a few rumors from the people inside the building she guarded. It seemed they were working on a thing called the T-virus. It could bring the dead back to life but at a cost, the details were bizarre and she ignored most of the talk but now, was this what they were talking about? Sure enough Mr. Black was now walking in front of her, peaking around the corners like a true spy before wagging his tail like in a way to say "the coast is clear". Her gun was loaded, lucky she hadn't wasted any before hand. Mr. Black was at the stairs, sitting at the top step waiting for her, what a good dog he was. But Ann looked at her dog and sighed, why was he so good but so retarded at the same time? Before heading up the stairs she noticed a second door just off to the side of the wall she walked past. Also a large closed window, she didn't bother getting close to the window and peaking out, she wasn't in the mood for seeing blood and gore. Instead she opened the door under the second story stair way. The room was well lit with a large chest and a type writer sitting on a wooden table. But the main thing in the room was moving, his back was to the wall and his torn part cop suit. "Sir.." The zombie heard her voice and turned around with it's arms out stretched toward her. Ann pointed her gun straight for his head and shot two bullets right through it's brain. His body fell over with a thump as she entered the room deeper. Ann noticed a small green and red plant growing in a pot inside the chest after opening it up. She was hoping for something a little bit better since she wasn't sure what to do with the items, regardless she took then with her. Mr. Black was getting upset that she was taking so long, that was clear when she heard him whimpering softly. Ann walked out from the room with the plants tucked into her bra and headed up to the room. How did she know she could trust this stranger? When she got to the room as told was she stood up against the wall. Reaching out her left arm she quickly knocked three times and pulled her arm away. Waiting for a reply, she would have her answers soon enough. Mr. Black barked once as he got back to her side. He wanted to meet the stranger as well. -
+Kozu watched on the screen as the woman quickly followed his instructions. Kozu moved from the screen and back toward his desk. He sighs softly, grabbing his weapon's and all his ammunition on the top of the desk. He would need a bigger pouch or something in order to carry the extra ammunition. He knew he couldn't afford to give up on the ammunition but there was nothing to use to carry this effectively. His father's .357 magnum, he only had about 24 magnum bullet's for it, not counting what was within the magnum itself. He had ten clips, each holding twenty bullet's for his own 9mm gun. Kozu groans softly, regretting instantly that he forgot about the pouch that was designed for the RPD to carry extra ammo. He relax in the chair for a bit, catching his breath for the minute. He was going over everything, the reports on the Spencer estate and the S.T.A.R.S. disbanding. He had read the report's constantly, so much that he could have visually seen himself there. That he could feel what they felt, for what they went through. He sighs, rubbing his head as he slowly remembers the reports. What had happened, how the team leader, Albert Wesker had betrayed them. How wesker was a member of umbrella, how umbrella was behind the whole outbreak. So, seeing as how the reports were true, how was he and any other survivors going to get out of here? From what kozu could tell, the whole town was infected. Kozu stands up slowly, going through the other desk's, trying to find something he could use. Absolutely nothing but a few books and paper's. Kozu opens up the nearby locker, seeing a single shotgun and a box of shell's. He let's out a small chuckle, instantly regretting his luck in this whole situation. How he was able to find weapon's and ammo, but couldn't carry or use any of them for long. Before he could regret things any longer, he heard a knock on the door. He moved past his desk, getting his gun ready as he steps up to the door. He quickly open's, aiming his gun at the woman. He lowers it, seeing that she wasn't lunging at him and that her dog wasn't attacking him. Kozu rubs his head as he smiles softly.+
"Name's kozu muramasa of the Raccoon City Police Department. It's glad to see that someone hasn't heard into one of those thing's. It appears were safe for a moment and no doubt you could use the rest. Come on in, we can gather up a plan or something ok?"
Ann's gun was ready and drawn at the second he opened the door but like him she lowered her weapon the second he did. Her black helmet hid her face, but the tight suit didn't hide the point she was a woman. Ann didn't go into the room that fast, unlike her dog who walked right in and rolled over on his back waiting to be petted by the new stranger. Ann looked around in the room first, checking it out for traps. It seemed safe and she walked in closing the door behind her. Now feeling some what better, "My name is Ann Silver.." Ann spoke as she took off her helmet, "I was at home when this all started, I figured this would be the best place to go but it where is everyone?" Ann wasn't looking at him when she spoke, instead she was looking around in the lockers for more items. She liked doing things like that, it made her feel safer. Strapping her machine gun back on she used both hands to take out the strange plants, laying them down on the table as she took a seat in front of the desk looking at him. Ann, a dark haired beautiful who was short on words and bold, but it was her bright brown eyes that gave her the gentle look. Mr. Black yawn lazily which got him a dirty look from his owner. "Mr. Black.." She said desperately while closing her eyes. They were going to come up with a plan, but where to start, did they have food? She was starving, how much ammo did they have currently? She was good at saving ammo, and would use her nightstick or hitting with the bottom of her gun if anyone messed with her but these things couldn't just be knocked out, they had to be shot and killed. Ann started reaching in her pockets, pulling everything out.
A minute later and laying on the desk in front of Kozu were three clips of 50 bullets for her machine gun, a night stick, her cell phone and wallet. The Herbs were already up there. "This is all I have, all together 198 bullets left for my gun, I can make that last for some time but we have to find a way out from this city. Who knows how long we have." Ann's words were forward, she didn't seemed panicked for a woman and she wasn't it was only when she got into tight spots that she might start freaking out. Ann wasn't sleepy anymore in fact her eyes were wide open now, she was scared too sleep, what if she woke up to being munched on? Ann shook her head, making that terrible picture fade from her mind but her body felt cold. Her leg was now starting to hurt again. She tried to move one leg over the other and gasped in pain as a result. Mr. Black put his head in Kozu's lap while Ann sat there cleaning off her night stick and black helmet, she was quiet for some time. Thinking, that was clear just from the dazed look in her eyes.
+Kozu remains silent as she steps inside. She was decked out from what he could tell. A machine gun, nightstick and a dog even. He heard her name and scratched his head slightly. There was no ann silver on the force, so who exactly was she with? She couldn't have been military, cause no one in the military was in town. But as he saw her back, he found out immediatly. She was an umbrella worker, a guard or something else from what he could tell. But was she here to kill him or actually aid him? As she told him her story, kozu sit's down at his desk, processing everything as he keeps her in his sight's. His black hair seeming to sway as he moves as his deep blue eyes watch her. He kept his hand on his gun, remembering the dog. The dog seemed to have simply relaxed, walking around and checking out the room. Was the dog specially trained as well? On top of everything, why was she looking through everything? Was she making sure the place wasn't bugged or she wasn't being recorded? Kozu shakes his head, realizing that he couldn't act suspicious of everyone he encountered, even if they were umbrella workers. After all, they were stuck in the same situation as him and that meant they would have to work together. At the end of it all, he would be at the peak of his guard, but right now, he simply stayed slightly relaxed. As she pulled out everything, her ammo, the nightstick, the cellphone and wallet, and the herbs, he rubbed his head. He reached for her cellphone, noticing that the signal was gone on it. Well there went the idea for calling for aid or backup. He leans back into his chair, sighing as she told him about the ammo she had in her machine gun. He knew full well that she wouldn't find any ammo for that machine gun in the police station. They didn't have very many machine gun's, even for there swat unit. They went more with handgun's and shotgun's more than anything. No doubt there would be plenty of ammo for both, but storage space would be the biggest issue for both of them no doubt. Kozu notices that ann seemed to be staring off into space, no doubt in deep thought as he felt the dog's head on his lap. Mr.Black was the dog's name, not exactly original, but fitting none the less. Kozu sigh's wondering what they were going to do. The police station was gigantic and not to mention it, from what he heard, the police chef had it filled with puzzles. But would he have it set up like that now?+
+Kozu groans softly, remembering several ways out of the station. But if the police chief had set up the puzzles, then they would need several things. Key's set up like a heart, diamond, spade and club, two rubies and some other things. He sighs, remembering that he kept the information in a drawer in the evidence locker. But it was near the main room for the police officer's, no doubt filled with zombies. He sighs softly, getting up slowly as he steps to the desk next to his. He had remembered that.....Jenkins was his name, kept a spare set of walkies talkies in his desk. Kozu had found his, but they were busted, his own fault for trying to tinker with them. He breaks open the desk and places a walkie talkie in front of ann as he set's his up on his vest. He then places his .357 magnum in the holster on his right waist as he places his desert eagle and fire, the custom 9mm in the shoulder holster's. Fire was on the right side and his desert eagle was on the left side. He then break's into the other desk's, looking for a special leg/waist adapter that allowed for more carrying capacity. Sure enough, in jenkins desk was the adapter. After setting it up, kozu turns and looks at ann as he tosses her one as well before stepping back to the desk as he places his final 9mm in his holster that was set up on his leg. He rubs his head, smiling softly as he points to the shotgun and the shells in the locker.+
"You can take the shotgun and shells if you need them. But as for your machine gun, your not going to find any ammo for it here in the station. Your best bet might be to get a 9mm. I can lend you mine with no issue, but i'll need you to follow me to the evidence room. Otherwise, you should be able to find one somewhere in the station. I'm going to be on frequency three ok? We need to find several things before we can get out of the station. A set of four key's, set up like suits from a deck of card's. A heart, a diamond, a spade and a club and we need to find other item's, though I myself can't remember them exactly. I think our best bet is to split up so we can find them. Now be careful, cause from what i've seen and encountered, if these thing's bite or scratch you, you'll turn into those thing's. So we need to be careful, so with that out of the way, what do you want to do? Borrow my 9mm and follow me for a bit or split up now?"
"I believe it would be best if we split up, we can cover more ground that way." Ann turned her palms up as the walkie talk came flying at her, it landed in her grasped and she held on to it softly. Clipping it on her jeans pocket. She looked up at him and spoke, "If we meet back here after finding what we need then it shouldn't be a problem. And as for the ammo for my gun, your right, the chances of me just stumbling across some isn't likely. So you may take it, and as for the gun." Ann paused for a minute getting up from her seat and walking around the table to the 9mm on his shoulder. Ann's eyes searched the gun, looking at it. From what she could remember they were a little heavy and if she fired it wrong then it could lead in braking her wrist. Ann stood behind him, her left hand finger nails gently dragged up against his lower back to his shoulder were she then softly unhatched the gun. She held the gun with one hand and fond it very light, she smiled and nodded. "Alright, I take this bad boy off your hands for a while and I'll take good care of him." Ann pointed the gun toward the door and made the sound effect of a gun, then brought the tip to her lips, blowing as if there was a trail of smoke coming. "I'm a night guard for Umbrella, they asked me which gun I wanted and I picked the one with the most ammo, I stole a few more clips, now I'm happy I did." Ann looked down at Black who was at the moment rubbing up against her leg like a house cat, an animated sweat dropped rolled down the side of her head as she petted his head with her free hand. Her leg was feeling better, maybe that's all she needed, a little time to just sit.
Ann quickly put the gun in her left pocket with the walkie talkie clipped along her right. Standing next to him she grabbed the ammo for the 9mm and tucked it in her right pocket. Sure enough there wasn't that much room for anything else, she didn't have a backpack or something useful like that other then her bra. "Mr. Black are you ready to go?" She looked down at her dog who was wagging his tail quickly that he was being talked to. Ann smiled and grabbed her helmet, before she put it on she looked up at Kozu, her smiled faded and she became normal again, "Are you ready to go? We can leave the shot gun here, and if I get in a tight spot you can come help me." Ann put back on her helmet and walked to the door she came in from, about to leave.
+Kozu rubs his head softly, realizing that he did have the worst luck ever. He was here in the police station with a woman who he had to admit was hot. Every time he saw someone who he thought was hot or attractive, it turned out bad. Either they were behind a drug deal, they were a part of a dirty corporation or case in point, a guard for umbrella and they were in a city with nothing but zombies. He heard her word's, saw he get up and get up behind him. His body stiffened slightly, mainly due to his combat training, but he relaxed when she grabbed his gun. He was a bit depressed by this, it was the one that was just finished for him. Fire was in the woman's hand, but she was trading it for the machine gun. He rubs his head as he picks up the machine gun and adjusts his adapter so the extra clips would fit perfectly. He held the machine gun in his right hand as he saw her dog rub against her leg. He rubs his head as he pulls his 9mm from his leg holster as he steps out of the room. His walkie talkie was already on, set on frequency 3. He adjusts ann's walkie talkie to frequency 3 and smiles as he waves at her. Kozu leaves the shotgun there at the moment, deciding that ann was right. He could come back to get the shotgun later, besides they needed to find a way out first. He tells her good luck before hurrying downstairs, going all the way down the hall and into the evidence room. The lights were flickering for a bit and he could tell things were scattered about. Kozu sighs softly, readying his 9mm as he walks slowly. The drawer he had his information was all the way at the other end of the room, and he didn't know what was in this room. He couldn't afford to take any chances, remembering what he had read in the S.T.A.R.S report. On how anyone who was bitten or scratched by these things would change. He had no doubt ann already knew the danger's of that, but for kozu it was just dawning on him. If he really wasn't careful, he could be like those things. No thought except for someone to eat, for fresh flesh and blood. It didn't make kozu comfortable one bit, and it was showing by the sweat drop on his forehead. He slowly turn's the corner, his gun and eye's scoping the place out. As he takes another step forward, he could smell it. The smell of rotting flesh, the smell of death. He soon hear's the moan, the moan that accompanied these creature's. He quickly turn's aiming his gun and his eyes go wide for a minute.+
+It was the receptionist he saved at the hotel. He looked down, seeing the police man's body that she was leaving on the floor. He didn't give it a second thought at the moment as he quickly let out a single shot. The bullet went straight through her head, quickly ending it's path toward him. He moves quickly, going over to the dead police officer. He didn't want to take any chance, quickly shooting the dead police officer in his head. He sighs, rubbing his eyes as he turns around. So many things were going wrong, so many things were haywire. He moves swiftly, going down the final row of shelves and locks as he moves his hand into his left pocket. He pulls out a small thing of key's and brings out a single silver key with a black marking. He moves quickly, unlocking the shelf and grabbing a slightly big vanilla folder. He sighs softly, realizing that he couldn't just carry it with him. After all, he didn't have the room to carry everything in there. He snaps his finger's, realizing that he knew what he could do. He opens the folder, shifting through the paper's, letting the one's he didn't need fall to the floor. He then grabs hold of ten paper's, all of them detailing the puzzles he had heard of and what the items were needed to get out of here. It paid to be a bit of a paranoid freak at times, to find out every little thing you could about a person or thing. He puts the paper's in his back pocket as he places his keys back in his left pocket. He moves slowly and carefully as he reads the first of the ten paper's, finding out how to get the diamond key.+
Ann cursed softly and moved on, she wasn't liking this one bit. Being a night guard she heard a few rumors from the people inside the building she guarded. It seemed they were working on a thing called the T-virus. It could bring the dead back to life but at a cost, the details were bizarre and she ignored most of the talk but now, was this what they were talking about? Sure enough Mr. Black was now walking in front of her, peaking around the corners like a true spy before wagging his tail like in a way to say "the coast is clear". Her gun was loaded, lucky she hadn't wasted any before hand. Mr. Black was at the stairs, sitting at the top step waiting for her, what a good dog he was. But Ann looked at her dog and sighed, why was he so good but so retarded at the same time? Before heading up the stairs she noticed a second door just off to the side of the wall she walked past. Also a large closed window, she didn't bother getting close to the window and peaking out, she wasn't in the mood for seeing blood and gore. Instead she opened the door under the second story stair way. The room was well lit with a large chest and a type writer sitting on a wooden table. But the main thing in the room was moving, his back was to the wall and his torn part cop suit. "Sir.." The zombie heard her voice and turned around with it's arms out stretched toward her. Ann pointed her gun straight for his head and shot two bullets right through it's brain. His body fell over with a thump as she entered the room deeper. Ann noticed a small green and red plant growing in a pot inside the chest after opening it up. She was hoping for something a little bit better since she wasn't sure what to do with the items, regardless she took then with her. Mr. Black was getting upset that she was taking so long, that was clear when she heard him whimpering softly. Ann walked out from the room with the plants tucked into her bra and headed up to the room. How did she know she could trust this stranger? When she got to the room as told was she stood up against the wall. Reaching out her left arm she quickly knocked three times and pulled her arm away. Waiting for a reply, she would have her answers soon enough. Mr. Black barked once as he got back to her side. He wanted to meet the stranger as well. -
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+Kozu watched on the screen as the woman quickly followed his instructions. Kozu moved from the screen and back toward his desk. He sighs softly, grabbing his weapon's and all his ammunition on the top of the desk. He would need a bigger pouch or something in order to carry the extra ammunition. He knew he couldn't afford to give up on the ammunition but there was nothing to use to carry this effectively. His father's .357 magnum, he only had about 24 magnum bullet's for it, not counting what was within the magnum itself. He had ten clips, each holding twenty bullet's for his own 9mm gun. Kozu groans softly, regretting instantly that he forgot about the pouch that was designed for the RPD to carry extra ammo. He relax in the chair for a bit, catching his breath for the minute. He was going over everything, the reports on the Spencer estate and the S.T.A.R.S. disbanding. He had read the report's constantly, so much that he could have visually seen himself there. That he could feel what they felt, for what they went through. He sighs, rubbing his head as he slowly remembers the reports. What had happened, how the team leader, Albert Wesker had betrayed them. How wesker was a member of umbrella, how umbrella was behind the whole outbreak. So, seeing as how the reports were true, how was he and any other survivors going to get out of here? From what kozu could tell, the whole town was infected. Kozu stands up slowly, going through the other desk's, trying to find something he could use. Absolutely nothing but a few books and paper's. Kozu opens up the nearby locker, seeing a single shotgun and a box of shell's. He let's out a small chuckle, instantly regretting his luck in this whole situation. How he was able to find weapon's and ammo, but couldn't carry or use any of them for long. Before he could regret things any longer, he heard a knock on the door. He moved past his desk, getting his gun ready as he steps up to the door. He quickly open's, aiming his gun at the woman. He lowers it, seeing that she wasn't lunging at him and that her dog wasn't attacking him. Kozu rubs his head as he smiles softly.+
"Name's kozu muramasa of the Raccoon City Police Department. It's glad to see that someone hasn't heard into one of those thing's. It appears were safe for a moment and no doubt you could use the rest. Come on in, we can gather up a plan or something ok?"
***
Ann's gun was ready and drawn at the second he opened the door but like him she lowered her weapon the second he did. Her black helmet hid her face, but the tight suit didn't hide the point she was a woman. Ann didn't go into the room that fast, unlike her dog who walked right in and rolled over on his back waiting to be petted by the new stranger. Ann looked around in the room first, checking it out for traps. It seemed safe and she walked in closing the door behind her. Now feeling some what better, "My name is Ann Silver.." Ann spoke as she took off her helmet, "I was at home when this all started, I figured this would be the best place to go but it where is everyone?" Ann wasn't looking at him when she spoke, instead she was looking around in the lockers for more items. She liked doing things like that, it made her feel safer. Strapping her machine gun back on she used both hands to take out the strange plants, laying them down on the table as she took a seat in front of the desk looking at him. Ann, a dark haired beautiful who was short on words and bold, but it was her bright brown eyes that gave her the gentle look. Mr. Black yawn lazily which got him a dirty look from his owner. "Mr. Black.." She said desperately while closing her eyes. They were going to come up with a plan, but where to start, did they have food? She was starving, how much ammo did they have currently? She was good at saving ammo, and would use her nightstick or hitting with the bottom of her gun if anyone messed with her but these things couldn't just be knocked out, they had to be shot and killed. Ann started reaching in her pockets, pulling everything out.
A minute later and laying on the desk in front of Kozu were three clips of 50 bullets for her machine gun, a night stick, her cell phone and wallet. The Herbs were already up there. "This is all I have, all together 198 bullets left for my gun, I can make that last for some time but we have to find a way out from this city. Who knows how long we have." Ann's words were forward, she didn't seemed panicked for a woman and she wasn't it was only when she got into tight spots that she might start freaking out. Ann wasn't sleepy anymore in fact her eyes were wide open now, she was scared too sleep, what if she woke up to being munched on? Ann shook her head, making that terrible picture fade from her mind but her body felt cold. Her leg was now starting to hurt again. She tried to move one leg over the other and gasped in pain as a result. Mr. Black put his head in Kozu's lap while Ann sat there cleaning off her night stick and black helmet, she was quiet for some time. Thinking, that was clear just from the dazed look in her eyes.
***
+Kozu remains silent as she steps inside. She was decked out from what he could tell. A machine gun, nightstick and a dog even. He heard her name and scratched his head slightly. There was no ann silver on the force, so who exactly was she with? She couldn't have been military, cause no one in the military was in town. But as he saw her back, he found out immediatly. She was an umbrella worker, a guard or something else from what he could tell. But was she here to kill him or actually aid him? As she told him her story, kozu sit's down at his desk, processing everything as he keeps her in his sight's. His black hair seeming to sway as he moves as his deep blue eyes watch her. He kept his hand on his gun, remembering the dog. The dog seemed to have simply relaxed, walking around and checking out the room. Was the dog specially trained as well? On top of everything, why was she looking through everything? Was she making sure the place wasn't bugged or she wasn't being recorded? Kozu shakes his head, realizing that he couldn't act suspicious of everyone he encountered, even if they were umbrella workers. After all, they were stuck in the same situation as him and that meant they would have to work together. At the end of it all, he would be at the peak of his guard, but right now, he simply stayed slightly relaxed. As she pulled out everything, her ammo, the nightstick, the cellphone and wallet, and the herbs, he rubbed his head. He reached for her cellphone, noticing that the signal was gone on it. Well there went the idea for calling for aid or backup. He leans back into his chair, sighing as she told him about the ammo she had in her machine gun. He knew full well that she wouldn't find any ammo for that machine gun in the police station. They didn't have very many machine gun's, even for there swat unit. They went more with handgun's and shotgun's more than anything. No doubt there would be plenty of ammo for both, but storage space would be the biggest issue for both of them no doubt. Kozu notices that ann seemed to be staring off into space, no doubt in deep thought as he felt the dog's head on his lap. Mr.Black was the dog's name, not exactly original, but fitting none the less. Kozu sigh's wondering what they were going to do. The police station was gigantic and not to mention it, from what he heard, the police chef had it filled with puzzles. But would he have it set up like that now?+
+Kozu groans softly, remembering several ways out of the station. But if the police chief had set up the puzzles, then they would need several things. Key's set up like a heart, diamond, spade and club, two rubies and some other things. He sighs, remembering that he kept the information in a drawer in the evidence locker. But it was near the main room for the police officer's, no doubt filled with zombies. He sighs softly, getting up slowly as he steps to the desk next to his. He had remembered that.....Jenkins was his name, kept a spare set of walkies talkies in his desk. Kozu had found his, but they were busted, his own fault for trying to tinker with them. He breaks open the desk and places a walkie talkie in front of ann as he set's his up on his vest. He then places his .357 magnum in the holster on his right waist as he places his desert eagle and fire, the custom 9mm in the shoulder holster's. Fire was on the right side and his desert eagle was on the left side. He then break's into the other desk's, looking for a special leg/waist adapter that allowed for more carrying capacity. Sure enough, in jenkins desk was the adapter. After setting it up, kozu turns and looks at ann as he tosses her one as well before stepping back to the desk as he places his final 9mm in his holster that was set up on his leg. He rubs his head, smiling softly as he points to the shotgun and the shells in the locker.+
"You can take the shotgun and shells if you need them. But as for your machine gun, your not going to find any ammo for it here in the station. Your best bet might be to get a 9mm. I can lend you mine with no issue, but i'll need you to follow me to the evidence room. Otherwise, you should be able to find one somewhere in the station. I'm going to be on frequency three ok? We need to find several things before we can get out of the station. A set of four key's, set up like suits from a deck of card's. A heart, a diamond, a spade and a club and we need to find other item's, though I myself can't remember them exactly. I think our best bet is to split up so we can find them. Now be careful, cause from what i've seen and encountered, if these thing's bite or scratch you, you'll turn into those thing's. So we need to be careful, so with that out of the way, what do you want to do? Borrow my 9mm and follow me for a bit or split up now?"
***
"I believe it would be best if we split up, we can cover more ground that way." Ann turned her palms up as the walkie talk came flying at her, it landed in her grasped and she held on to it softly. Clipping it on her jeans pocket. She looked up at him and spoke, "If we meet back here after finding what we need then it shouldn't be a problem. And as for the ammo for my gun, your right, the chances of me just stumbling across some isn't likely. So you may take it, and as for the gun." Ann paused for a minute getting up from her seat and walking around the table to the 9mm on his shoulder. Ann's eyes searched the gun, looking at it. From what she could remember they were a little heavy and if she fired it wrong then it could lead in braking her wrist. Ann stood behind him, her left hand finger nails gently dragged up against his lower back to his shoulder were she then softly unhatched the gun. She held the gun with one hand and fond it very light, she smiled and nodded. "Alright, I take this bad boy off your hands for a while and I'll take good care of him." Ann pointed the gun toward the door and made the sound effect of a gun, then brought the tip to her lips, blowing as if there was a trail of smoke coming. "I'm a night guard for Umbrella, they asked me which gun I wanted and I picked the one with the most ammo, I stole a few more clips, now I'm happy I did." Ann looked down at Black who was at the moment rubbing up against her leg like a house cat, an animated sweat dropped rolled down the side of her head as she petted his head with her free hand. Her leg was feeling better, maybe that's all she needed, a little time to just sit.
Ann quickly put the gun in her left pocket with the walkie talkie clipped along her right. Standing next to him she grabbed the ammo for the 9mm and tucked it in her right pocket. Sure enough there wasn't that much room for anything else, she didn't have a backpack or something useful like that other then her bra. "Mr. Black are you ready to go?" She looked down at her dog who was wagging his tail quickly that he was being talked to. Ann smiled and grabbed her helmet, before she put it on she looked up at Kozu, her smiled faded and she became normal again, "Are you ready to go? We can leave the shot gun here, and if I get in a tight spot you can come help me." Ann put back on her helmet and walked to the door she came in from, about to leave.
***
+Kozu rubs his head softly, realizing that he did have the worst luck ever. He was here in the police station with a woman who he had to admit was hot. Every time he saw someone who he thought was hot or attractive, it turned out bad. Either they were behind a drug deal, they were a part of a dirty corporation or case in point, a guard for umbrella and they were in a city with nothing but zombies. He heard her word's, saw he get up and get up behind him. His body stiffened slightly, mainly due to his combat training, but he relaxed when she grabbed his gun. He was a bit depressed by this, it was the one that was just finished for him. Fire was in the woman's hand, but she was trading it for the machine gun. He rubs his head as he picks up the machine gun and adjusts his adapter so the extra clips would fit perfectly. He held the machine gun in his right hand as he saw her dog rub against her leg. He rubs his head as he pulls his 9mm from his leg holster as he steps out of the room. His walkie talkie was already on, set on frequency 3. He adjusts ann's walkie talkie to frequency 3 and smiles as he waves at her. Kozu leaves the shotgun there at the moment, deciding that ann was right. He could come back to get the shotgun later, besides they needed to find a way out first. He tells her good luck before hurrying downstairs, going all the way down the hall and into the evidence room. The lights were flickering for a bit and he could tell things were scattered about. Kozu sighs softly, readying his 9mm as he walks slowly. The drawer he had his information was all the way at the other end of the room, and he didn't know what was in this room. He couldn't afford to take any chances, remembering what he had read in the S.T.A.R.S report. On how anyone who was bitten or scratched by these things would change. He had no doubt ann already knew the danger's of that, but for kozu it was just dawning on him. If he really wasn't careful, he could be like those things. No thought except for someone to eat, for fresh flesh and blood. It didn't make kozu comfortable one bit, and it was showing by the sweat drop on his forehead. He slowly turn's the corner, his gun and eye's scoping the place out. As he takes another step forward, he could smell it. The smell of rotting flesh, the smell of death. He soon hear's the moan, the moan that accompanied these creature's. He quickly turn's aiming his gun and his eyes go wide for a minute.+
+It was the receptionist he saved at the hotel. He looked down, seeing the police man's body that she was leaving on the floor. He didn't give it a second thought at the moment as he quickly let out a single shot. The bullet went straight through her head, quickly ending it's path toward him. He moves quickly, going over to the dead police officer. He didn't want to take any chance, quickly shooting the dead police officer in his head. He sighs, rubbing his eyes as he turns around. So many things were going wrong, so many things were haywire. He moves swiftly, going down the final row of shelves and locks as he moves his hand into his left pocket. He pulls out a small thing of key's and brings out a single silver key with a black marking. He moves quickly, unlocking the shelf and grabbing a slightly big vanilla folder. He sighs softly, realizing that he couldn't just carry it with him. After all, he didn't have the room to carry everything in there. He snaps his finger's, realizing that he knew what he could do. He opens the folder, shifting through the paper's, letting the one's he didn't need fall to the floor. He then grabs hold of ten paper's, all of them detailing the puzzles he had heard of and what the items were needed to get out of here. It paid to be a bit of a paranoid freak at times, to find out every little thing you could about a person or thing. He puts the paper's in his back pocket as he places his keys back in his left pocket. He moves slowly and carefully as he reads the first of the ten paper's, finding out how to get the diamond key.+
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