Umbrella's Corporations

Austin laughed, throwing a grenade at a large group of zombies. He hadn't had this much fun in years. Helping everyone in, he set down his bags, next to the box of supplies they gathered the night before, on the side seats. Austin rushed forward, killing a good fifteen zombies with headshots. GEtting back on, Austin lobbed another grenade at an incoming group, shouting, "Hey, no rush or anything, but could we get this damn thing in the air!"

"It will take five minutes, the home got pretty busied yesterday in the crash, its pure luck I got her off the ground after that, just shoot some more, and remember, there's a rear fucking gun, use it."

Zak shouted this back at Austin, while knowing himself that it mat take longer then five minutes to get the Home off the ground.

Wolf grabbed
the box helping Oliver get it into the home one aboard he waited a few more seconds
for Austin to get in the he let rip with rear gun cutting into the horde.


Firing one
handed his clipped himself into the load master harness so when flying he would
not fall out.


“Hurry up Zak
get us out a here fast there only so long I can hold them for” yelled wolf


A load more
fell down but they just kept on coming “hurry” yelled wolf

"Yelling wont help any one pay attention to your job and I will do mine, any way less that two minutes left, so just keep shooting, don't go for head shots, sweep em at the knees and know a bunch down at once."

Zak then saw that the Home could now be left alone to finish the start up so he ran into the back to help, poring led down range and taking many a infected down.

Austin gunned down three more zombies, then unloaded his pistol on a spiker that almost reached the plane. Austin then grabbed ahold of the aft gun, a m204 .30 cal machine gun, and opened fire.

Austin yelled at Zak, "We better leave now! We cant hold 'em off forever!"

Phoebe watched the carnage below her for a few seconds. Everyone was fighting off the zombies from the Home. She immediately had jumped on her Cumulus 2040 and rose above the fighting, deciding not to waste ammo on the infected below. She kept her eyes to the skies, just in case flying infected existed.

She waited until the Home took off. And followed it close behind when it did.

Trigger sighed as he kicked his antique F49-Jackal into a barrel roll, slapping away a few "Flyers" as they attempted to latch onto his craft. If his wingmen Sally-Jack and Sniggers had survived the ambush over Whitcombe, perhaps he'd be having an easier time with the beasts. But alas, he was not.

He'd run out of munitions for his aircraft over Ashbury, and had since been reduced to evasive maneuevers and the occasional slap of the wing; And the difficulty of passage that accompanies such poor armament was beginning to show. Multiple tears and scratches dotted his Jackal, and even a piece of the canopy was missing. From time to time, dark-grey smoke would sputter out of his left thruster, which a Flyer had tried to savage before being burnt to a crisp by it's target.

And suddenly, there it was. Ravenflint, his destination, appeared as if by magic. The lights of an immeasurable number of buildings dotted the horizon, practically turning the early-morning darkness into day.

He was practically home free. The Flyers seemed to stop chasing him as he flew into the city limits. The only thing left to do was find the base.

And then... BREEEEEEEP BREEEEEEEP BREEEEEEEP went the fuel indicator, which displayed a prominent red E. It had been periodically beeping since Ashbury, but the little fighter had finally had enough.

Trigger sighed again, as his craft began to jerk and descend erratically. At least the thing had carried him this far. Clutching his gear tightly, he yanked back on the ejector plug, and pushed the button.

Confusion ensued for several seconds as his world twisted about noisilly. Before he regained his senses, he was already nothing but man and chair with a parachute attached.

The trip down was a slow one. Miraculously he encounted no Flyers, nor even any crows.

He sighed a third time. He'd neglected to grab his radio. "Looks like I'm on my own for now." He mused to himself as he spotted the base in the distance; It's towers glowing that odd shade of red that was common for most Umbrella facilities.

And so, he waited patiently for gravity to do it's Goddamn job.

"Move back!", Oliver shouted, waiting to use his shotgun until the last moment. Moving in front of the others, he fired a single round.

The three infected in front were completely destroyed. The five behind them mildly maimed, and several others were hit by the spray of shotgun shrapnel.

'Eleven shells left.', Oliver thought. 'No time to reload'

There was a beeping going through Zak's HUD.

"Where good, every one get in now, where leaving"

Zak than ran forward to the cockpit and started the Home up. As the dual props started to spin some of the infected started to get knocked off there feet. Then they were up and away. As they got to the Home's peak altitude (15,000 ft) Zak switched the on the auto pilot and walked back into the crew section.

"Austin Jarki you should seal the base and flood it, with radiation or water, maybe both or fire if you like."

Zak than sighed

"What now, we can stay up for 5 days, but then what"

Just then Zak heard a beep from the com console next to him taking a look at it he said.

"Ah there's an U.C. emergency signal coming from the north, should we check it out."

Phoebe continued to wait for the dang plane to take off. The squad was fighting off the infected quite well. Phoebe did some loop de loops for the fun of it.

A loud explosion in the distance sounded out as Phoebe was finishing her happy barrel rolls. She stopped twirling to look at what created the noise.

Not too far away from Ravenflint was a raging ball of fire. She couldn't make out what it was before the explosion, but she guessed it was some sort of flying object. As of yet it was unidentified.

She looked once more at the raging battle and the lack of flight the plane was performing. She decided to check out the fireball that crashed not too far away.

She was there in a flash, her trusty Cumulus 2040 taking her there within a few seconds. She decended to the ground to see if there were any survivors. then she realized any survivors would have ejected, so she rose once again, scanning the sky for any parachutes.

She saw one immediately. Black against the civil dawn. She decided it would be best to keep her distance.

After a few seconds of watching the survivor descend, Phoebe spotted black dots in the sky, apparently chasing after him. She slowly approached him, until she could make out the creatures flying towards her and the black parachuted man.

Fully black, and humanoid. Like a man combined with a bird. Perhaps a bat would be a better description. They had huge leathery wings, and sharp talons. The body and head were that of a human male.

She opened fire with her SCAR. There were dozens of dots, but eventually she would have to reload. She couldn't do that while still hanging onto the broom.

Before she knew it, the creatures were upon her. Ripping her apart with their sharp talons and teeth. She heard a splintering noise behind her, to see the tail end of the Cumulus 2040 get chewed off by one of the creatures. She spun voilently in the air with no rudder to support her. She got thrown off the broom, and thankfully out of the swarm.

She saw the creatures continue to tear the broom apart. As she floated in what seemed like slow motion towards the ground.

Suddenly she landed on something. It was the man in the parachute chair. She looked up into his face. He had neatly combed black hair, and was wearing glasses. He was extremely handsome. He calmly smoked a cigarette as he looked down at the girl that landed in his lap. He said nothing. Just continued smoking.

"My hero..." muttered Phoebe.

"There is a fire that we didn't start out there.", Oliver said, trying to use binocluars while looking out of the back hatch thing. "Is that where the beeping is?"

Oliver suddenly remembered that he fired off a few rounds. He had a handful of shells in his pocket, and twelve in the gun.

Austin looked out the window, at the base swarming with the undead, and said, "Go ahead. LEts see if we can't get to him before they do."

In the meantime, Austin removed his PDA, and started the emergency protocol on the base.

Zak nodded at Austin and moved into the cockpit.

"We should be there in one, before he lands, any ideas on how to pick him up.?"

"We can't land, that's too risky. Do we have a bungy cable?", Oliver asked. "I'm the oldest, I think. I'll jump to him. If I fail, then you lost a dead weight. If I succeed, then we got a new team member."

"Yeah threes some bungee in the back holders, but maybe someone else should do it, you are a little old, Wolf you up for a suicide mission."

Trigger quietly regarded the strange woman that had landed on his lap. He wondered where she came from. He also wondered how he'd missed those Flyers. Either way, they were gone again.

Silently he held up the pack, offering the girl a cigarette from it once he was sure she wasn't at risk of falling to her death. It was only polite, after all.

Luckilly, the wind was rather calm and she was easy enough to keep secured to the chair.

Phoebe accepted the cigarette with the grace of someone who didn't just fall out of the sky. He lit it up for her, never taking his eyes off her. "He's so enigmatic..." thought Phoebe, as she smoked it up. "That black hair and that katana..."

"What's your name?" asked Phoebe.

Trigger wore no symbols on his garb that might give him away as an Umbrella operative, and he certainly didn't feel like jeopardizing his mission be revealing random bits of information, no matter how trivial.

So, he simply made up a name, like all good secret agents do.

"Steve," he replied, remembering the name of the man with the funny sweater and blue dog that he used to watch during his youth, "My name is Steve."

Unhooking himself Wolf turned around he said “you lot are idiots there’s a winch there friggin use it” getting it ready for two people “lower us down a bit and I’ll send it down”.

wolf put a bit of weight on it so it would stay stable he waited for the aircraft to get into position above the two people he stared lowering it once it had got to them he yelled “grab hold I’ll pull you two up”.

Waiting for them to grab hold once they did he started to bring it up and once they were on board he said it a really sarcastic manner “welcome home the last home you will ever know please keep you body parts inside at all time and if were going to crash put you head in between you legs and kiss you arse goodbye”.