[HarryKantDie]

"Any reason for your lateness?" Purred Mr.Bright, his voice thick in the air.
"Erm..." Ace tugged at his guard slacks, the neck of it was too tight, or was it just him? Why was he so scared of this man?
"I HAD decided to agree with your request for a payrise...but if your going to act like this, and this is your third strike, your fired." The thin man ripped the piece of paper in half, smiling slyly at Ace, they had never liked eachother but even this was too far
Ace wasn't scared of this man anymore, a red mist fell over him, and he found himself moving towards Mr.Bright, fists and teeth clenched, grabbing the thin man by his collar, Ace realised that he wasn't that strong, he was just menacing. Ace slugged him in the mouth. Mr.Bright's face went red, with pain and anger. He spat a tooth out. "You'll pay for that." He sneered, so Ace hit him again, harder, this time knocking him out.
"Consider those your first, and second strikes." Ace grinned and walked out, brushing his slacks down. 'I've got to follow normal procedure I guess.' Ace thought.
Stepping in the elevator, now finally free of this extensive work. But when would Ace get another job? Would he get another job? What if he lost his house? Got charged with assault?
Worry and doubts began to creep into Ace's mind, dampening the Happiness he had felt punching Mr.Bright. The slow wirring of the elevator was all that could keep Ace's concentration. When suddenly it stopped. Replaced by a loud grating sound, like metal being forced downwards against another metallic surface. The elevator then jolted and stopped, make Ace fall, the lights began to flicker but they maintained their power. 'Great, now how am I going to get out of here...' Ace pondered. 'God, let the engineers think about that, I'm couldn't careless anymore.' Ace layed down and tried to get some sleep, it would be a while until the elevator was back online.

The Elevator finally activated, Ace looked out, still wiping his hands on his slacks, when he was met by other guards, the one at the friend of the crowd said "Sorry mate." Before bludgeoning Ace on the side of his head, knocking him down and dazing him. Before he knew it, Ace was being dragged down a hallway, a dimly lit and empty hallway, this was obviously a top secret zone, well, either that or Ace had never been there before. Dragging him in another direction into an even darker room. It took half of them to lift his huge body and lay it onto a chair, the chair was too small for him. "Hold still King Kong." One of them said, who strapped Ace's arms in. They then walked out of the room and shut it behind him. "You bastards..." Ace weakly said. "YOU BASTARDS!" Ace shouted louded. No one would be able to hear him now, he was stuck here.

[Zombreach]

The heater in the break room finally kicks on and Amber runs her hands along her bare arms, rubbing down the goose bumps. In front of her sits an untouched cup of hot coffee, heavily laden with vanilla creamer and a touch of caramel. The sweet aroma fills the small space as she waits patiently for it to cool down. Her uniform smock sits across the back of her chair, discarded cartons of food containers on the table. She smiles, listening to her two co-workers arguing over who has the hardest job for the upteenth time. Twenty more minutes and they will have to punch back onto the clock--the last few hours of their shifts all that stands between them and an evening of playing cards. Behind her the door opens and she sees the faces of her friends freeze in mid-argument, their eyes focusing on hers. Tiffany nods towards the door and Amber cranes her head around to look into the stern face of the personnel director. In his hand is a slip of paper, and as his eyes lock with hers his lip pulls down at one corner.

"I need to see you in my office. Now." He states plainly.

Amber turns back, rolling her eyes at Tiffany before standing up. A barely suppressed giggle escapes the petite blondes lips, her hand clamping over her mouth as Amber faces their boss. "Can't it wait? I have to get back to work soon. I want to enjoy my break." The man turns from her, holding the door for her to pass through as an answer. With an exaggerated sigh, Amber grabs her smock and passes by his posed form. "Fine! Let's go then. I can't imagine what is so important it can't wait twenty minutes." With an obvious attitude, she walks from the room into the darkened hallway.

As the two walk side by side down the empty corridor, Amber glances nervously at the paper in his hand. She can see the numbers on the sheet...most likey her lab results from yesterday. Aggravated that he felt it was necessary to embarrass her in front of her friends, but also afraid of what the intrusion meant, she remains silent as they turn the last corner and stand before the closed door to his office. "Dr. Lisben" is printed on the glass in gold letters, and as he slips his key into the lock, she sighs heavily. He enters the cozy office, and she moves in behind him, taking in the familiar surroundings.

"Dad...." she begins.

"Amber....sit down."

The velvety fabric of the tweed chair whispers as she sits on the edge, her focus once again on the paper now sitting on his desk. Over a year ago she consented to monthly drug tests as part of her employment agreement. A history of multiple rehab centers and failed treatments the main reason for the drastic measures. She has not touched any drugs other than caffeine since, but she still can not help but worry over her results.

Slowly, her father drums his fingers on the oaken surface of his desk, his weathered face watching hers closely. "We have a problem Amber...not with the drug tests...it's this other value I've had them testing you for. "

Uncertainty crosses over her features, unsure of what her father could be talking about. "Other values? What other values?" She swallows hard, almost afraid of what his answer will be.

"The urine tests...seems you have an abundance of Chorionic Gonadotropin. Care to explain how that happened? I thought we had a deal...no drugs...no love affairs."

Realization dawns on Amber as soon as the hormone's name slips from her father's lips. Biting her full lower lip, she grimaces at the news, her surprise as heavy as his own.

[ZombifiedBrendan]

Mercers eyes fly open as the door rattles on its hinges and a thick voice with a hint of Irish accent come out from behind the wood. "Dr. Mercer! Eric Cr.." The voice trails off behind the door, the brain of the individual behind it clearly needed time to think. "Patient 4B is nearly about to begin testing." Alex pulls his groggy head off the desk, his eyes blurring as they adjusted to the dark room. He looked towards the computer screen in front, a scenic screensaver of a beautiful and perfect world play. A finger tapped heavily onto a button, exposing an equally friendly and relaxing background. His eyes darted to the time in the corner, showing he had been asleep for way over an hour. Mercer stiffled a yawn, hoping no one would notice his dozing off. Feet pushed him around in his swivel chair as he looked up to face the flashing red dot of the security camera in the corner. A slight smirk came to his mouth, knowing that his tiredness would be kept only betweeen him and the electric eye.

"Dr. Mercer!"

Alex swivled in his chair again, this time making his body come off and came to his feet. His muscles felt stiff as he stood, wiping his eyes clean. He grabbed the white coat that hanged over the chair and donned the material, feeling a lot more comfortable with the extra layer of clothing. He took steps towards the door, knowing he had to wake up properly before meeting this patient 4B. More knocks came rom the door to which Mercer replied, "Yeah yeah, hang on." The knob turned under Alex's hand, flooding light into the dark work room and exposing the form of a big scientist, his identity hanging from the plastic card at his lab coats pocket. Dr. Daniel O'Brian. He was much taller than Alex, seeming to be strong enough to take on any other man in the complex. He looked to the Biological Psychiatrist before handing him a piece of paper. "We're expecting big results." With that, he turned away, heading down the room.

Alex looked away from the rather strong man and to the piece of folded paper. Pulling the folds apart, it exposed a set of instrutctions.

SUBJECT: 4B (Eric Crowshoft)
INJECTION: Treatment 1
FACILITY: 3E, Room 2

Folding the paper back up, Alex set off towards the elevator, thoughts of "the treatment" to be administered seemed to quick. But as his job, he would do it correctly. Anyway, many of these people who were recieving the treatment were volunteers or were on death row. Either way, they had a choice or doing this would be better for them. Alex pressed a button on the the elevator, signalling it to take him to the correct floor. He didn't know who this Eric Crowshoft was, but he just hoped he was a volunteer, he would have hated going against someones will, even in the name of science.

[HarryKantDie]

Ace struggled against his binds, eventually giving up as the realization dawned on him that there was no way of getting out. "God fukking damnit!" Ace sat back, exhausted. His efforts reminded him of a funny moment in a film where an arrested man tries to break the cuffs, but right now Ace wasn't in the mood for laughing. The problem was, there was no way out, so whatever was going to happen, there was no way of preventing it. Ace sighed and leaned back, his head making contact with the back of the metal chair. Ace sighed and continued struggling and shouting, he did not want to be in this cold damnp room for more than a few minutes.

[ZombifiedBrendan]

The door to the lift opened up, exposing the tired and regretful figure of Alex Mercer. He stepped out and passed down the corridor that laid ahead until he came upon a four way intersect with letters leading each way. He stood on top of a large S, to his left was a W, infront an N and to the left, a giant E. Taking the left, he passed down the corridor. In the distance was the same giant figure of the man that had met him in front of his own personal office. Alex took in a deep breath and continued to walk down the spotless clean white hallway. He passed the first room, nothing stirred from the room but to a door next to it labelled with the giant words STAFF ONLY, Alex could hear the soft hum of machines and computers hard at work. Clearly something was going on inside the experiment room judging by the amount of data was running through the computers on the other side of the one way mirror that separated them two rooms. Alex kept walking until coming up to the next STAFF ONLY room, inside more machines were running. This room would be watching the patient, and how well "the treatment" worked in their body. Shifting his eyes away from the door, and back to Dr. Daniel O'Brian who was already on his way to enter the room which housed Eric Crowshoft.

The big figure disappeared inside the room, the door being left ajar behind the big man. With another heavy breath, Alex began walking towards the doorway. Each step felt heavy beneath his soles and it felt like he was about to step the edge of a giant cliff face. Human testing wasn't brilliant but it was necessary. In the name of science, he was gonna do what had to be done. Only thing to do. With all hope drained, Mercer stepped inside the white experiment room. To his left was a giant one way window, more men must be hidden behind the glass, watching through electronic eyes. Alex looked to the right plain wall, seeing nothing before forcing his eyes onto the patient in front. A man who he had seemed to recall a past of. Or even seen in this facility. The man looked like a face he had met before. The fairly long light brown hair seemed to remind him of some of the guards he had walked past in the facility. Alex tried to not think of this man as someone who he had met, would make this job so much harder. He walked behind Daniel, picking up a high quality camera on a nearby rolling table that was outfitted with several other drugs and items. Taking the camera, he swivled around slowly and with a single flash, caught an electronic image of the patient.

[HarryKantDie]

Two men walked into the room. "Oh thank god your here, some idiots strapped me in, you gotta help me out." Ace continued to stuggle against the binds. "So, which one of you have got the key?" Ace looked at both of the men, one was smaller than the other, the other was about the same size as Ace, maybe smaller. "Your not here to let me out are you." Jon realised, his hopes sank. "I guess I shouldn't have hit that bastard." Recalling his fight with Mr.Bright. A grin crossed his face, only briefly, then it disappeared. "So, what do I get?" Ace was trying to hold up his cheerful and cocky attitude, but really he was more scared than he ever had been before.

[ZombifiedBrendan]

Daniel chuckled a bit, more of a hidden laugh as the man tried to be released. Alex guts sank as the sudden realization came across him, this man was no volunteer, nor a man on death row, he was in fact an unwilling participant. He shot a glance to the figure of Daniel that was adjusting the mans straps that held him tied to the chair. Alex took another photo, this one turning out to showing what looked like a man being tied down to a big metal chair. How this man had been made to fit in this chair surprised Alex, he seemed large enough to take on most other men around. Alex wouldn't want to go into a fist fight with him. Daniel began attaching plugs to the mans forehead, chest area and the area around the mans right arm. Alex continued to take more photos, each one showing a little more progress in the experiments progression. Finally, as the last wire was attached to the mans temple, Daniel stood up and picked up a clipboard and began checking over the procedure. Speaking into the air and to an obviously well hidden microphone, "Patient 4B, Eric Crowshoft. Treatment 1 to be administered and side effects watched only."

Keeping an eye on the clipboard, he spoke over to Alex in an actually nice tone for once. "Pass me the treatment Dr. Alex Mercer." Feeling a bit stunned by Dr. O'Brians request and laziness, Alex just took a final flash of a photo before turning over to the wheeling trolley, on the top was a syringe and a few bottles of liquid next to it. The one that was to be used sat at the front prominently and was closest to the empty syringe. He picked up the syringe, a feeling of regret over washing him as he knew that he could quiet possibly be sending a man to his death. A deep breath escaped his lips as he picked up the bottle with the required drug. As the weight crashed down on his conscious of what was to possibly happen, his eyes picked up a sight behind the bottle of treatment. Another liquid drug with the label Anesthetic on it. He looked over his shoulder, back to Daniel O'Brian concentrating on the clipboard. With a quick motion, he put down the treatment and instead picked up the bottle of anesthetic and drew out a large amount of the drug. He wasn't sure what would happen to the man but it seemed to be enough. He turned around back to Daniel and brought the syringe with him carefully. Coming to the other side of Eric Crowshoft, he held out the syringe to Daniel. "Dr. O'Brian," Alex spoke.

The doctor looked up with a look of disgust on his face that confused Mercer, but still he took the syringe in his hands carefully. Holding out Erics arm, he spoke out loudly to the room. "Treatment being administered." With that, the man dug the sharp metal into Erics arm and pushed the liquid into the patients bloodstream.

[HarryKantDie]

The taller man of the two inserted a needle into Ace's neck, it stung and Ace could feel the metal entering his throat. The man pressed down on the blunt end of the Needle and it ejected the fluid into his bloodstream. As the metal exited his throat, Ace looked at both of the men. "What, what's going to happen to me." Ace asked, his voice sounding weak and fragile.

[Heson]

"Owies! What with pokey of sharpie metal sticks in Ronald arm? Make hurtsies doctor lady does. Doctor lady always make lies to Ronald.". The doctor lady scowled at him as he just giggled at her. She hated dealing with this patient. He always seemed to know what buttons to push to get under someone's skin. "Can doctor lady hurry up with fake treatment and blood lookings? Ronald gonna miss Ronalds shows. Ronald don't want to have missings of ouch!". This time Ronald glared at the doctor lady as she grinned at him.

"All done now. You will be escorted back to your room.". Ronald would then grin, waving at the guard like they were old pals as he took the mental patient to his room. The lady doctor wrote down information on her clipboard with a frown however. "He's not going to get better. Whatever happened to him, they did a number on his head cause lights are on in there for sure, but the people home are very questionable...". She looked up as she heard a page on the PA for her and sighed, moving to where the emergency she was needed at.

[DeathWolf]

As treatments, doses and other important projects are underway being administered, the scientist that Cathrine left behind with patient 0 has taken upon himself to find an alternitive source of entertainment. The man crouches down watching patient 0, as he withdraws a scalpel from his pocket. Patient 0 strongly feeling the side affects, groggily lifts his head and tries to gain better focus on what this madman is about to do to him. "I do really enjoy watching the guards bring you in everytime. I request that they get rougher in acquiring you for each and every round of treatment." The man takes hold of patient 0's wrist, and starts to very lightly, scratch at his skin along the bindings of his right arm. "This way they won't really suspect anything else, not like it really matters anyway. After all you are expendable." Hearing those words jarred patient 0 to a more aware state of conciousness, now trying to sit up and stare directly at him. "Oh, well my correction. Luckily I get to be the one to tell you, and not that straight laced, stuck up bitch who always pampers you." While scowling he then catches himself and continues with his new form of "fun". "Anywho if you don't start showing results soon, I might get to get rid of you myself!" With that he walks on over to a sink and starts washing off the blade, now preparing bandages. "But before then, I going to make things alittle bit more interesting." He continues on with preparing the bandadges, as patient 0's blurry vision and grogginess wears off. The scientist walks back over placing the bandages on a tray close by. He stands there for a moment looking down at patient 0, taking in the calm and serene picture just before he has his real fun. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out another needle. "Maybe with a little extra dose this new "treatment" you'll actually show signs of change!!" As he goes to remove the restraints on patient 0's right arm, patient 0 locks eyes with him pouring out all hate he has for this man and the whole facility. Patient 0 punches the scientist directly in the nose, sending him backwards flat on his ass along with dropping the needle. Patient 0 takes this opprotunity to grab the needle and jabs it straight into the scientists stomach, yanks it out and smashes it on the floor. "You took my life away..." Are the only words patient 0 says before grabbing an unused lab coat off a rack near the door, and takes off through out the facility. Meanwhile the scientist stares at the smashed needle and then at his gut. He then gathers himself and hurrys out the door in a panic. Looking down the halls for signs of which way patient 0 took off to, he grows confused. There's no sign of which way he went. Not knowing what to do, and anxiety rising along with his heart rate he panics, then screams at the top of his lungs. "HELP!! PATIENT 0 INFECTED ME WITH THE BIO-REGENERATE!!" Near by scientists from other rooms look around in horror, as someone hits then quarantine alert. A siren and flashing red lights go off. "WARNING! WARNING! THE FACILITY HAS BEEN COMPROMISED! THE FACILITY WILL NOW GO INTO A 32 HOUR LOCK DOWN! ALL PERSONEL PLEASE REMAIN CALM AND FOLLOW PROTOCOL!" Then all became madness. Like a scene straight from the movies, everyone ran and screamed in panic to get out of the rooms they were all in. Some scientists were in rooms with test subjects, under sedation, under restraints. However sedation wears off and restraints can and have broken in the past. Some of the doctors and surounding security make it out of the rooms or into a safe and secured room. The others....well, too bad for the rest of them. The unfortunate few are either crushed by quarantine doors, or locked in the same room as their test patients. A radio signal is sent outside to the little guard station above ground.





((Sorry it took me so long. After the holidays I got really bad writers block. Sorry if it's not the best, but I didn't want to make you guys wait any longer. ))

Finally stirring to conciousness, Cathrine carefully touches her head as she sits up. A security guard just leaving the top-side medbay, happens to glance at her before he leaves. He walks right over asking if she is okay. Cathrine gently nods to the guard, he immediatly notifys the doctor as he comes right over. The doctor excuses the guard and starts carefully checking to she if she has a concussion or any other damage unkown to him before. Nothing is wrong with her as she then stands up to gather her belongings. "You should rest for the remainder of your shift. You did smack your head pretty good when you fell." She pulls up her coat and starts buttoning it up. "I still gotta check up on a patient of mine down below. Always do before my shift is done. At first I kinda did it because it seemed to calm him down some, guess I reminded him of someone. But now it seems more appealing to talk to the patients, instead of those animals in the labs..." Cathrine just pauses for a moment. Quietly breathing, as she takes in all that surounds her. Silence. Everything is 100% quiet. A chill whips across her face, as another chill then jets right down her spine as she opens the door. "Have a good day, and...well becareful doc." She recieves a quizical look from the doctor, just before the door shut. Snow just ever so lightly falling from the sky is the only thing that Cathrine sees, as she makes her way across the compound. She just reaches the gates, as red lights go off. The gates shut before she can make her way out. Some guards from the near by gate station come out and escort her to where everyone is required to be right now.

Finally stirring to conciousness, Cathrine carefully touches her head as she sits up. A security guard just leaving the top-side medbay, happens to glance at her before he leaves. He walks right over asking if she is okay. Cathrine gently nods to the guard, he immediatly notifys the doctor as he comes right over. The doctor excuses the guard and starts carefully checking to she if she has a concussion or any other damage unkown to him before. Nothing is wrong with her as she then stands up to gather her belongings. "You should rest for the remainder of your shift. You did smack your head pretty good when you fell." She pulls up her coat and starts buttoning it up. "I still gotta check up on a patient of mine down below. Always do before my shift is done. At first I kinda did it because it seemed to calm him down some, guess I reminded him of someone. But now it seems more appealing to talk to the patients, instead of those animals in the labs..." Cathrine just pauses for a moment. Quietly breathing, as she takes in all that surounds her. Silence. Everything is 100% quiet. A chill whips across her face, as another chill then jets right down her spine as she opens the door. "Have a good day, and...well becareful doc." She recieves a quizical look from the doctor, just before the door shut. Snow just ever so lightly falling from the sky is the only thing that Cathrine sees, as she makes her way across the compound. She just reaches the gates, as red lights go off. The gates shut before she can make her way out. Some guards from the near by gate station come out and escort her to where everyone is required to be right now.

[Heson]

Ronald blinked and tilted his head at the sirens and red lights before adopting a thinking pose. "Lockdowns... Standard procedures... Unlocked doors allow doctories to get to safe without need of a second of making unlocky doors..." Ronald grinned big and waved at the cameras in his room before pushing on his door. "If open, Ronald not in danger area which put full lockdown right aways..." He grinned as he twisted and turned the knob, opening the door of his room to.... Another door. He stared at it like he didn't know it had been there, despite the dozen of times he had been taken to and from his room. "This makes hitches in making plans. Ronald must be nimble and be quick or Ronald locked up with a burny candle." He bounded over to the second door and started to jiggle the handle, seeing some sort of empty lab room on the other side, along with something white and shiny, hanging forgotten upon a chair. It looked just like Ronald's old lab coat when it was new! This made Ronald clap happily to himself once he figured out the mystery of opening the second door, dashing over to the coat right away and putting it on. "Oh baby Ronald missed you... What's this?" He pulled the ID tag up to his face and frowned, opening a desk and pulling out a sharpey and some white out, going to work upon the ID tag.

[Frallon]

Luke turns down a hallway occupied with several employees in white lab coats, he watches silently, his breath behind the small white mask pushing the protective gear up and down on his face. In an instant, the lights cut out, and blackness absorbs the room in an explosion of frantic gasps. Red emergency lighting engages the halls with a loud booming siren that pricks at the ears. White coats vividly outline themselves around Luke as he stands from a knee with his baton drawn. "Everyone remain calm," Shepard orders over, "return to your work, make sure everything's sealed off!" The lab coats move back and forth in the halls, exiting down opposite directions for different treatment centers trying to outrun closing security doors, leaving the guard by himself in the immense noise. His hand transitions a hand-held radio up to his lips and lays down on the transmitter. "Station, Station, I've got an emergency buzzer tearing my ear off, what's the situation; come back." He lets the button release with a snap and waits silently for a reply, checking his backside, and moving uneasily around on the base of his toes. "Station, do you read me, what's the situation ove-"

"All patrol calls," a loud speaker booms over the sirens, "we've got an outbreak in Sector Six, a 32 hour accessment period is now in effect. We ask all Scientists to stop what they are doing, secure their work, and wait for security officials to sole the problem and clear you for escort into the dinning hall A; stay where you are, do not try to help, biohazard officials are being informed and we are doing all in our power to secure your safety."

A curse shocks Lukes lips as me moves around the long hall with the booming voice on the intercom knocking the breath from his lungs. Just as quickly as the emergency warning had started, an eerie silence fills the facility, the voice and siren both disapearing into the red lights. Shepard grips the baton in both his hands and moves up next to one of the blast doors. A number pad glows white in the pure red layout just beside the six inch thick steel shutter. Taking a deep breath, his fingers press down on the pad, and inserts his full sector pass into the system. With a rush of air the blast door lifts and opens up into Section 3, Stage 1 Patients, Treatments A-F.

[ZombifiedBrendan]

Alex looked to the beast of the man in the chair again as he asked what was going to happen, probably scared sh*tless the man was. Taking a deep breath, Dr. Mercer openned his mouth to explain to the patient. "Well, fir-" Before two words could even be made, the other large figure of Daniel spoke loudly and abrutely over the voice of Alex. "We have no idea." A slight chuckle came from Daniels lips that was also cut off, this time by an alarm that filled the air up around them thickly with sound. Feeling a but intimidated by the sound, Alex stumbled back and walked right into the trolley containing various substances. He put his hand down onto the flat surface of the trolleys table, feeling the glass jar of "the treatment". He gripped onto the glass jar, trying to calm himself from the fear that was surrounding him. He breath deeply, his heart slowing as he tried to calm himself. In the middle of one of hi deep breaths, the lights flicked out. Bringing the room into total darkness. His heart beated strongly again before the red emergency lights that lined that room lit up. With light restored, he felt safer. Ale looed over to Dr. O'Brian, he seemed a lot calmer but just as curious as Alex.

A speaker in the side of the room stopped with the alarm and became quiet. The bigger doctor seemed furious and proceeded to stomp on over to the intercom, pushing down a button and began yelling all types of obscenities down into the microphone. The angry doctor let go of the button, waiting for a reply that didn't come. Daniel moved away from the intercom and over to the one way mirror. He cupped his hands and put his face against it, trying to look through. "No ones in there.. I can see their door open." Turning away in a furious storm, Daniel yelled, "Little *******s must have ran away at first chance. Leaving us here." The big doctor began to pace around the room, swearing obscenities. Ale continued to stand there, holding the container of the liquid treatment. His fear acutally growing as the man continued to swear. Just as sudden as the alarm for the lockdown came on, a rather loud click came from the door that seperated the testing room from the hallway. Daniel immediantly rushed to the door, openning it. Without a moments hesitation, he was out and away. Not caring about Alex or the patient.

Alex sighed in relief as he looked back to the seated man in the restraints. He looked back to door that the big doctor just left from. He then looked to his hand seeing "the treatment" grasped in it tightly. Absent mindingly, he put the jar in his lab coat pocket and walked over to patient 4B, or more than likely Eric Crowshoft since there was no experimental drugs in his body. Kneeling down to the side of the man, Alex spoke to him. "Sorry about all this, Daniels an *******." He glanced over to the door, just to check if the doctor hadn't came back. Seing no one, Alex turned his head back around to talk to Eric. "Well, that wasn't any sort of xperimental drug we injected into you. It was a mild anethesic, you probably will feel pretty drowsy for a couple hours but at this moment, I don't think we can allow that. We need to get out of here and group with the other scientists, I don't think our lockdown procedure is just a mere drill..." He looked at the big mans eyes before reaching down to his arms and undoing the first strap that kept the man secure. He wouldn't leave someone down here, he was a doctor and couldn't put anyone in peril.

[DeathWolf]

Looking around the small mess hall top-side, Cathrine tries to get answers as to what is going on. She finally spots Second in command of security detail talking into a walkie-talkie. "Daniel! What on earth is going on? Why are we being hurried into the mess hall?" The man just continues talking into the walkie-talkie, and it becomes apparent that the signal strength between top-side and underground isn't stable. "WHAT CATHRINE?! I'm trying to understand that myself! I have head off security with half of our man power down there, along with all of the scientist excluding you. We have people trapped down there Cathrine, and we need to organize and go down to assess the situation." Now even more unsettled not having many options, she leans against a wall and listens to how the rest of security will go down and retrieve whoever they come across. Cathrine just thinks to herself about all of the experiments, and listening to how quaratine lockdown procedures go. All of this is the worst possible situation for the facility and everyone who lives underground. The scientists and security detail down below could have been or could be exposed to any one of the experiments they have going on.

This post has been edited by DeathWolf: 27 January 2011 - 10:17 PM

[HarryKantDie]

Chaos erupts in the room, as both of the doctors begin to frantically move around, Ace continued to watch the smaller doctor, the one who had injected him, Eric had no idea what the substance that was inside of him, but it was making him feel drowsy and tired, as if he could just lay down his head, and rest. 'No damnit, you have to stay awake!' A voice in Eric's head urgently squeeled, the taller of the two doctors bean to yell out in anger. "Little *******s must have ran away at first chance. Leaving us here." The doctor paced around the room, his face contorted with anger and frustration as he swore and cursed out loud. The smaller doctor seemed to stand there, away from the larger man, as if he didn't know what to do, fear had gripped him as he held a jar with a golden liquid inside it. A loud click abruptly stopped the larger doctors stream of cursing and he rushed to the door, pushing it open, and fleeing, obviously he had no care for his co-worker or Ace. The smaller doctor looked at Ace, then to the door. 'He's going to leave me here, i'm going to die here.' Ace began to think, pushing against his bonds to see if he could make any leighway in the straps, to no avail. The smaller doctor began to approach Ace and talk to him. "Sorry about all this, Daniels an *******." He said. 'Pffdoctt, you can say that again.' Thought Ace, eying the doctor as he looked to the door to check if the taller doctor had returned, he hadn't, which didn't really surprise Eric. The doctor turned back to Eric, meeting Ace's cold steely stare. "Well, that wasn't any sort of xperimental drug we injected into you. It was a mild anethesic, you probably will feel pretty drowsy for a couple hours but at this moment, I don't think we can allow that. We need to get out of here and group with the other scientists, I don't think our lockdown procedure is just a mere drill..." The doctor explained. 'That's why i've been feeling like this all of a sudden!' Ace thought, shivering with the thought of the needle piercing his skin. The doctor continued to look into Ace's eyes, as if he was thinking something through, when suddenly he reached his thin fingers forward, and undone one of the many straps that kept Eric secure, Ace looked up at the doctor and smiled. "Thanks mate, I owe you one...' Ace muttered, flexing his hand to get the blood flowing.

[DeathWolf]

((Hey guys! :) I've been trying to keep this rp going and alive, but due to my inactivity for awhile, that began the slow decline to people replying. So I don't know if this is dead or not but I wanna know from you guys if you still wanna carry on with this or should I let it die? If you guys are still willing I'll continue, but I'll need more than three people. Excluding myself.))

[HarryKantDie]

((I'm willing to continue, i really like the idea and know that i've made a few mistakes but i'm definately up for continuing.))

[Heson]

((I'm willing to continue, just trying to figure out how to have Ronald posting without much to go on.))

[DeathWolf]

((Exactly! There's not much going on and I only have you two who are willing to continue. Not even my bf wants to do this anymore. T___T No word from anyone else, meaning their busy or aren't interested. I'm sorry but I'll give till the end of the week for anyone else to respond. If no one does, then I'll just start this up again somewhere else another time. ))

[Frallon]

Its not that the Rpers dont want to rp its just there's not much being given to inspire them to continue...There's no dominate direction to this Rp