Dead Space: Infection (IC)

[Light_the_Wolf14]

Zeke aimed his rifle and shot at a high rate and each bullet hit its mark "Weak point..." he looked over the crowd still firing "They've got to have a weak point..." he said to himself as he reloaded "But WHERE" he thought

[arinot]

"CHANGE TACTICS!"
in what was the oddest move he ever made, he pulled out the plasma cutter
"IF YOU CAN'T KILL EM, YOU DISMEMBER EM!"

He quickly made work out of a... thing that had spikes on the end of two ligaments... whatever the hell he was supposed to call it...
"TRUST ME ON THIS AND LETS GET TO SOME PLACE SAFE!"

[Joel]

Izzy started training on the limbs of the monsters. his rifle cracked again and again, but no matter how many he shot down, more appeared. Blood splattered everywhere, even on him. "Guys." he said, voice filled with worry "I hate to bother you, but they are coming faster than I can shoot them down!" HE blasted away, but he saw his ammo counter going down. I can't keep this up much longer... he thought.

[Skeev]

Skeev began shooting at the creatures as soon as they began appearing out of the vents. Blood spattered, and a few creatures went down, but more and more kept coming.

"We need to get out of here! This is no infection! It's a fucking apocalypse!

[Buzzwolf]

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK He ran. he followed the group, staying just on the back side of the group, as little distance as he dared risk. there was nothing else they could do but run! he fired behind him, turning and jogging backward, his Heavy PR tearing into the creatures, round after round tearing into them, ripping bits and pieces of them off, some even lost limbs! but they just KEPT COMING.

He caught voices yelling, sounding like someone trying to toss idas around maybe, but the key words were lost to the roar of the PR, and the wails of the creatures persuing them!

tight corridors, and fucking unkillable zombies...fuck me... a lance of plasma energy from a plasma cutter suddenly ripped through the air next to him, quickly dropping one of the creatures as it detached the limbs if you can't kill them...slow 'em down.... he shifted his aim and quickly too the legs out from under the creature closest. it still crawled after them, but at a much slower rate.

That would do. he paused in firing for mere moments as he yelled "Aim for the legs! slow 'em down!"

he kept picking their legs off as they ran, picking up a little distance at a time. he looked over his shoulder between shots with the PR, past the group. where was the door?! he turned and fired again, looking back again as they came around a corner. the blast doors! they were already open from when they had come through the first time.

as they passed the 'portal' he stopped, stepping to the side and slapping the control mechinizm to shut the door. they began shutting at an agonizingly slow pace. "Oh, come on!" he stepped out in front, just behind the closing gap, took a knee and just started dumping rounds into the creatures, slowing them as much as he could while the door closed, other rounds flying all around him, driving the creatures down.

as the doors got close to closing, less than a foot or so, the creatures began trying to jam themselve in, trying to force their way in before the door could close. Alex pulled a explosive stick from his belt and stuck it to one of the creatures heads, stepped back, and just planted his boot in the creatures face, knocking it backwards into the horde, and letting the door finally slip shut. Alex pulled a trigger module out, and flicked a switch, then jammed on the glowing red button, resulting in a resounding BOOM from the other side of the blast doors.

he tossed the depleted triggering device aside, and took a couple shaky steps back from the door, and the limb laying in front of it that was still twitching. in all his years of active service, wars, battles, entrenchments, he'd seen bodies drop next to him, half of them missing, arms and limbs blown off and the person still concious and screaming bloody murder...but this...he'd never seen anything, ANYTHING like this... "What....in the fuck...just happened..."

[arinot]

Lieutenant Lorenz leaned on the wall.

"Hell just happened Sargent"

He checked his ammunition, and realized that he oughta have taken more plasma cutter cartridges...
Hell, if he made it out alive, he'd start using engineering tools in his assignments... damn cutter did well at dismemberment...

He stood up straight

"What ever this crap is, our company"
He pointed to the general direction of the shuttle, and by extension, Sprawl
"knew it was here... and they thought it could just be killed... We have to get back and report. This damn thing needs to be nu..."
an idea popped into his head

"You guys think we could blow a power core or something?"

[KimberlyPanda]

McKram took a seat at one of the tables near him. He reloaded his PR, the empty cartridge popping out and the new one being placed in with a satisfying click. "Crazy, but it could work. If we can reach it, I can hack the core, opening it up as if we were going to repair it. Then Alex could place the biggest explosive he has right onto the base, resulting in one helluva fireworks show." He got up and patted Lorenz on the back. "Problem is, this is an entire city. And that mass of assholes we just barely survived fighting were about as much personnel as the Sprawl's small park in the middle of the city would hold. We still have the mines, engineering, the Church, and the families of all. What we're seeing is an infection on Genocide levels." He mulled over what they could do to get to the core. "We'd have to go through the Church and the residence. From there, we could take a shortcut to the core through Engineering. The Church and residence shouldn't be bad, but Engineering has tight corridors and malfunctioning equipment, along with the personnel being armored and most likely infected. So, who wants to go through Hell, and who wants to stay here with the mass of dead bodies?"