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September 10th, 1998

It's been a little under a month since S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team returned from their bizarre incident in Raccoon Forest. Upon their return, surviving members Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield, Barry Burton, Rebecca Chambers and Brad Vickers attempt to convince RPD Chief Irons about Umbrella's involvement with the incident at the Spencer Estate. Unwilling to hear their words, Chief Irons dismisses the case and orders all members of the S.T.A.R.S. team to seek psychological guidance in order to better explain their mission?perhaps they?re suffering from extreme stress from the loss of most of their team.

With S.T.A.R.S. no longer around Raccoon City, the RPD has felt added pressure by both Chief Irons and the public. They wish their city to return to normalcy, bringing back the tourism of which the city thrived. But the incident can't be over, there is tension still clinging to the air over the event. Whenever the topic is discussed with the Chief, he becomes aggravated and dismisses any questions. Is this really the end of the incident? Or is there something else lurking in the shadows?

**This RPG will take place between RE1 and RE2/RE3, the idea behind this is for players to either be RPD, Civilians or an Employee of Umbrella. This is before the full blown break out, and will lead up to the city wide outbreak and possibly into the beginning of the actual storylines to RE2, RE3 and RE: Outbreak**

Post your characters profile within this thread, of which I'll then consolidate into one post in order to safe space. Remembers, either RPD, Civilian or Umbrella Employee

The enemies to be encountered are Zombies (Male, Female, Child, Fat, Crimson Head, Plant Zombie from File #2), Zombie Dogs, Infected animals(Zoo or otherwise), Plague Crawlers, and MAYBE B.O.W's, most likely the closer to RE2/RE3 we get they will begin to surface.

If any of you have a character to post, please PM me with your characters profile so as not to disrupt the continuity of the RPG

The Consolodated Character Sheet

Name: Connor McIntyre

Age: 22

Height: 5'11"

Blood Type: A+

Weapons: Dual Glock 27's (.40 Calibur; Clip Size 8 rounds + 1 in the chamber)

Affiliation: RPD

Character Description: Standing close to 6' with geled blond hair spike in the front. He has sideburns and piercing green eyes with a little bit of a 5 o'clock shadow. Wears the same uniform as Leon and Kevin

Bio: A member of the RPD for nearly two years now, Connor has seen just about all he could see in the city of Raccoon City. He knew how the 'ins' and 'outs' of the political system worked and just steered clear of the situations that they caused. A good friend to Kevin, Connor usually watches out for him, as the two bonded during their time as rookies. Up until recently Connor was a level headed cop, but when S.T.A.R.S. returned in shambles, he knew there were other forces at work and kept an eye out for anything unusual. Unfortunately Connor's hunch wouldn't be far off

Skills/Faults:
- Capable of using lockpicks/or can kick in doors
- Natural Leader
- Useful in "hot" situations as his police training gives him an edge when things go south
- Well versed in the layout of Raccoon City (Can get survivors around dangerous situations)
-EXTREMELY determined, which can be a downfall as he does not like to give up or except defeat

Name: Daemon Montero

Age: 21

Height: 5'11"

Blood Type: O-

Weapons: 1 Colt 1911 .45 ACP pistol. Flashlight attachment under the barrel a'la SWAT. 7+1 round capacity.

Affiliation: RPD

Character Description: A fairly ordinary looking man of average height. his eyes and hair are both nearly pitch black. His skin is a dark Olive color, and even more so since he's been on vacation. His canines are exceptionally pointed. He wears black cargo jeans, black lo-top motor cycle boots, and a partially opened gray dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

Bio: A fairly new member to the RPD. Dante has been rejected from S.T.A.R.S. on two counts due to wreckless abandon. He was also dishonorably discharged from the Airborne Ranger program due to him nearly killing a Drill Sergeant during combat training. The details of the scenario are Classified to everyone outside the militiary except his partner in the RPD, Connor McIntyre. During the S.T.A.R.S. incident, Daemon was on vacation with his girlfriend in the Bahamas. He and Connor are like brothers and tend to think in parrallel trains of thought, a talent that has gotten them out of several nasty situations unscathed.

Skills/Faults:
-Expert Marksmanship with both Handguns and Long-Rifles
-Partially forgotten Ranger training and Martial Arts training have made him proficient at hand to hand combat.
-Well versed in the layout of Raccoon City, but not so much as Connor McIntyre.


Name: James Watson

Age: 18

Height: 5'11"

Blood Type: O-

Weapons: Bokken, Police (Bennelli) Shotgun

Affiliation: Technical College Student

Appearance: Tall, stocky/overweight. Wears t-shirts and large baggy pants, messy blonde heair, grey eyes.

Bio: A young man who studies Wood/Metal work and Art at the Raccoon Technical College and lives in the dorms there. He is normally a quiet, solem type but around friends is a cheery person with a great sence of humor. At this time of unrest in the city he casualy spends his days working, practising martial arts or playing Resident Sinister (see what i did there?? ^^; ) on his games console. He has wondered what being in a mutant zombie situation would be like, he will soon find out.

Skills/Faults:
Strength - Able to lift heavy objects, easier to carry people.
Barge - Can break down doors or knock down people/zombies.
Create - Can make useful items from objects using simple tools.
Craft - Can make better items using machinery and tools located at the technical college.


Name: Melody Lockheart

Age: 18

Height: 5'9"

Blood Type: AB+

Weapons: none

Affiliation: civilian, student

Character Description: lithe, slender frame, porcelain skin, mid-length thick black wavy hair, dark green eyes, wears a crimson turtleneck sweater and a dark gray miniskirt, as well as low black heels

Bio: Melody is an extremely intelligent young woman. She started early at an Ivy League college, but transferred to RCU when her parents took their jobs to Raccoon City. Melody loves to sing, and is very talented in the arts. She also enjoys puzzles, expecially ones that would drive any normal person to suicide. Lately, Melody's science homework assignments have been very interesting in this aspect. She recieves an e-mail which contains various lines of genetic coding in seemingly random sequences. Based on certain rules, she must reorganize the code in a certain way. Little does Melody know that she is helping Umbrella's top scientists decipher the hidden mysteries of the T virus.

Skills/Faults:
-Silence/hiding: Melody can be really damned quiet when she wants to, making it harder for enemies to find her, and easier for her to sneak away.
-Laptop: Melody has a laptop which she uses for schoolwork. It has a wireless 100mbps connection.
-Scream: Yeah. Just as Melody can be quiet as a mouse, she can also scream really damned loud. This is useful for getting help, or distracting an enemy.
-Fright: Alone, Melody's thoughts may become a jumble and she'll end up doing something irrational, like hiding in a broom closet. *sigh* However, when she's with at least one other person, her determination to help turns into bravery.


Name: Hector L. Reed

Age: 27

Height: 6'1"

Blood Type: O+

Weapons: Modified glock 10mm handgun (10round clip) in thigh holster

Affiliation: RPD

Character Description: lean, wiry build, pale but fair complexion, piercing eyes that alternately turn from blue to gray, short thick black hair, wears standard R.P.D. uniform except that it is darker, with light riot gear added

Bio: Nicknamed 'Gray' by his teammates, because his eyes have a tendancy to turn gray at certain times. He has spent years working in a darker sanction of the R.P.D. that deals with the less favorable cases. Rapists, murderers, child molesters. This has hardened him, and turned him into a very silent lone wolf. At any given time, it is impossible to tell what he is thinking. It was rumored that he'd turned down Jill Valentine once. When confronted with this rumor, Gray just snorts and says 'Whatever.'
There is usually no readable expression on his face. But if there ever is one, it is 'nothing amuses me'. Contrary to popular belief, he does possess very good social skills. He just chooses not to use them. At all. In other words, he hates dealing with people in general. But under that cold exterior, he is very intelligent and possesses a unique wit and a good sense of tact.
Gray knows what rules are and why they're important, but he still thinks that many of them are useless. He hates politics, and likes children. Few things motivate him. Justice is one of those things. Nothing makes him angrier than when good people are deprived of a normal, happy life. The corruption looming over Raccoon City has troubled his sleep for many nights now...

Skills/Faults:
Jack of all trades but a master of none - Gray's marksman and hand-to-hand skills weigh about even. He is a capable leader, but only when he has to be. He can adapt quickly to unfamiliar situations. His sense of direction is odd, but works, enabling him to flesh out a quick shortcut in a sticky situation or just to save time.
Intimidation - A solid glare from Gray can be enough to quickly shut someone up, or even derive information from a captured enemy.
Stability - From the experiences of his past, Gray has learned how to keep his head on straight and his emotions in check. Whatever the situation, he can quickly focus and come up with a few various choices for solution.
Endurance - Gray can really take a licking and keep on ticking. Even in the redline, he is able to move faster and fight harder than most people could at that point.
Stealth - Years of hunting down killers and other unsavory types have honed Gray's stealth abilities to an uncanny level. He's adept at becoming a shadow, moving noiselessly at a decent pace, and observing the enemy. This makes him an invaluable scout.
Headache - For unknown reasons, Gray is susceptable to headaches from time to time. These headaches may range from annoying to disabling. He has a bottle of specially perscribed medication for this.


Name: Carter Reinbach

Age: 37

Height: 5' 7"

Blood Type: B-

Weapons: MP-446 'Viking' pistol (17 rounds)

Affiliation: Umbrella employee

Character Description: A somewhat short man with medium-length black hair (goes halfway down his neck) Dark brown eyes and a small stache that barely surpasses peach fuzz. Wear's a simple black buisness suit (No tie) and carries a small leather handbag with some random ducments inside.

Bio: Was almost fired from Umbrella about 6 months earlier for his constant screw-ups. His failures were all discovered at once when all of his lies to his superiors collapsed on him. His connections (In other words the people he covered for when they slipped up) to certain employees in Umbrella have kept him off the 'red list.' His recent loss of contact with them has made him beleive he's in for trouble...

Skills/Faults:
-Is a great liar/actor
-Has a good idea of what he's up against which can help bring zombie's down, as well help avoid sticky situations
-Is pretty good at using surroundings to his own advantage
-As a result of being a constant liar he's not very credible, and thus is not trusted alot
-Can be very flakey and self-serving which makes for bad cooperation skills
-Doesn't stray too far from routine which helped him memorize every detail of his immediate surroundings but gives him a lack of knowlege for anything outside the routine.


Name: Augustus Mills

Age: 76

Height: 5'11"

Blood Type: AB

Weapons: one-round holdout pistol

Affiliation: Umbrella Inc.

Character Description: An almost skeletal man, who is getting on in his years. He has thin white hair, faded blue eyes, and wears the steriotypical old-school labcoat and black dress pants.

Bio: Back in his hayday, Dr. Mills was a competant worker, helping to pioneer the new viral projects that had brought Umbrella its secret power. But nowadays, he seems to be just more and more in the way, and less of a help in the labs. To the dismay of the younger doctors, Mills refuses to give up. Secretly, and mostly out of contempt for the brilliant minds of Wesker and Birkin, Dr. Mills is working on his own separate strand of the T-Virus. Desperately he works late into the night, struggling to create his own personal fountain of youth. He is the one who is sending the e-mails to Melody, posing as a chemistry professor. He hopes that the young genius will unknowingly stumble across the viral solution that he's been searching for.

Skills/Faults:
Physically weak - Ok, this dude's pretty freakin' old. If you punched him, you'd probably break him in half and kill him. He can't move very fast either, and hand-to-hand is out of the question.
Cunning - His old age has granted him decades of twisted wisdom. This man can turn friends on each other, steal plans and make them seem as his own, and make anyone questioning him stumble over their own words and walk away confused.
Knowledge - Dr. Mills knows way too much about viruses and genetics. In his old age, he does tend to get things mixed up sometimes, but overall he knows what he's doing. This can come in handy. For him.


Name: Samantha Blackburn

Age: 22

Height: 5'7"

Blood Type: Unknown.

Weapons: None.

Affiliation: Civ.

Character Description: Basically she has straight black hair down to just below her shoulder blades. Midnight blue hues that make her stand out from usual people at times since her roots derive a from half asian half caucasian background. Dressed in a pair of low rise dark blue hip hugger jeans, a black tank top and a thin dark blue zip up type of sweater jacket with a small hood on the back as well as a pair of black and blue airwalk shoes.

Bio: A student of RTC in creative classes such as photography and arts. Sam stays to herself in most cases at the school and barely acknowledges speaking to anyone inside of her classes. For a time, there had been a rumor she was a mute and had been sent a deaf teacher to her apartment to aid her in classes during spare time. This was cleared in a hurry by that said instructor who heard the voiceless student utter a few words at the woman that clearly should have only been reserved for the small public that frequented biker bars.
Her choice to not speak too much is usually ignored when in the company of people she can feel highly comfortable around and only a small handful know of the actual reason she has taken this route. She has a deep seeded reason for keeping to herself more or less and plans to live out the rest of her life in this fashion.

Skills/Faults:

-A cool and casual person, she can usually think calmly while others are frantic.
-Tempramental and high strung at times, though not usually brought out into the open until provoked, can lead to a dangerous situation in a blink of an eye.
-Trust issues, and usually overly critical with others, especially those trying to befriend her.
-Occasionally drinking, not an alcoholic but at times drowning herself in a bottle to push away inner turmoil. Leaves her more foolish than usual.
-Occasionally pickpockets/steals.


Name: Georg Prime

Age: somewhere in 30's

Height: above 5 feet

Blood Type: Unknown.

Weapons: None.

Affiliation: Unknown.

Character Description: An average looking fellow with a black eye patch and short black hair. Wear's a long black bandana and a matching long black coat.

Bio: ???

Skills/Faults: ???

The two old friends passed by a small, studio like room with guitars basses and percussion instruments strewn about in no apparent order.
"Bet you missed these didn't you?" Connor said as he looked over at the instruments. Across the room there was a fireplace with a half dozen nearly ancient katanas resting on a large rack above the hearth.

"Always." Daemon replied with a smile as he ducked his head into the fridge and produced two bottles of beer. "Beer?" He said as he tossed one backward without looking. Connor caught it and drew a small knife.

"You need to ask?" Using the edge of the knife he chopped the cap off the beer and sat down at small circular table at the center of the kitchen. Daemon popped the cap off his own bottle and took a swig as he leaned backward against the counter opposite of Connor. "How was the trip?" Connor said as he took a gulp of his beer.

"Not too bad. The girlfriend enjoyed it more than me. You know i need my daily dose of wanton violence to stay entertained." They both chuckled at the comment.

"And I saw you're well prepared for that." Connor said with a smirk as he tipped his bottle toward Daemon's waist. Daemon laughed and drew his Colt 1911 from the holster in the small of his back.

"Better safe than sorry right?" There was a strange look in his eye as he stared at the gun, and a strange gravity to his voice. He spun the gun on his index finger once and holstered it just as Connor radio crackled to life...

"do you bury me when i'm gone, do you teach me while i'm here..." the agresive words of a Metallica song streamed from a small stereo inside a dorm room. It is well lit and fairly tidy with the exception of the computer desk, strewn with papers and layout plans for a project. in the coner of the room furthest from the door lays a bed, on the bed lays James.

James casualy reads his game guide as he plays on his game console.

"ok.. then, now i know your weakness!" he says as he resumes playing the game.



"gwah! dead!?... ******** sake!" he exclaims as he hits the console off

" i guess i should be doing work anyway... meh, maybe later" he says as he switches the TV on.

He sits and thinks to himself "i need some more money, i can just about aford the tuition fees and buying my equipment..." he looks over to a chunky metal case laying under his bed "maybe i could sell dad's old shotgun at a pawn shop... aw but its so cool maybe i'll have to get a second job or something"

While watching the TV he hears a strange groan sound coming from a dorm room near by...

"hmm... someone's got the shits i guess"

(note: james has a shotgun under his bed because his father used to be a police officer before retiring, he had bought his own police issue shotgun and made it his own. he gave it to james as a keepsake while he is away from home, thats why he has it.. so you know)

The black body bag was zipped up, visually removing the mutilated corpse from the sight of the crowd that had gathered. Several RPD officers held the group at bay as the coroner lifted the gurrney and placed the body into the back of the ambulance. The ambulance then left down the road, making way towards RPD. Connor sighed heavily and ran his right hand through his hair before stretching his arms, "Well partner, looks like you're vacation is officially over. No doubt Irons will have all of us pulling extra shifts thanks to these cannibal killers." Daemon just looked down at the pools dancing reflection and then over at Connor. "That pompous windbag would have me pulling double shift everyday if he could." Connor just cracked his neck and placed his left hand between Daemon's shoulder blades. "Let me get you back home. I'll finish up the report back at HQ." The two officers walked over towards the squad car, slowly leaving the scene and heading back towards Daemon's home.

Connor slowly pulled into the driveway and stopped at the extended black and yellow gate. He nodded to Frank, an older RPD officer who now worked the guardhouse leading down into the garage. Touching his index finger to the brim of his hat, he sat up in his chair and pressed the button, lifting the arm that blocked access to the garage. "Thanks Frank..." Connor said softly before pulling forward and moving down the concrete ramp that led into the underground garage.

Turning the headlights off, Connor turned the idle engine off and powered down the small computer that sat nestled in the dashboard. Grabbing a small napsack, Connor threw a few papers in as well as his two Glock 27 handguns. Snapping the two clips, he grabbed the bag and the keys and stepped out of the car. His footsteps echoed in the garage as he walked over towards the door leading into the basement. Closing the door, Connor just examined the hall as he turned left, passing the doors that led into the armory and the power control room. He took a hard left, walking down the narrow corridor that led towards the stairs up to the first floor. Climbing each step slowly, Connor listened carefully to the dull thump his footsteps made one each wooden step. Palming the wooden rail, he turned towards his right, walking past a series of windows that opened to the warm night air; bushes and trees gently swayed in the wind as Connor past them, only to take a slight right and an immediate left. Reaching the nob he opened the door leading in to the secondary office.

Connor had quickly bypassed the secondary office and slipped out the door directly next to the office window. Casting a quick glance over at a female officer grabbing a cup of coffee, Connor smiled and grabbed the nob of the door directly before him. Twisting the nob, Connor ducked into the door and made his way across the spacious main hall. The main hall was made up of an ornate marble, a fountain sat in full view of the front door as a perfectly sculpted maiden drained her water pitcher continuously into the fountain.

The door into the primary office opened up and Connor noticed Marvin Branaugh walking out. "McIntyre, its about time you showed up. Give Reed your report and make sure you sign the card for the rookie. He's supposed to arrive within the week." "No problem Branaugh." Connor said as the middle aged officer left the office on his way out to the bar no doubt. "Oh, by the way, you wanna knock back a few?" Connor just lifted his hand to wave off the kind gesture. "Any other time I would take you up on that offer, but I need to get under a shower and just let the heat relax a few aching muscles." Branaugh just laughed and pointed his index finger at Connor before closing the door. Connor then stopped at the new desk, removed a fountain pen and signed the card for the RPDs new rookie. "Poor kid doesn't know what he's getting himself in to."

"He doesn't know the half of it." Hector uttered from his desk, his hands slowly massaging his temples. The desk lamp was pushed away from him, its intense glare no doubt aggravating the head pain. "Gray man!" Connor smiled as he tossed his finished report onto his desk. "Don't you ever sleep?" Hector slowly opened his eyes and looked down at the file. He carefully flipped through the photos taken of the victim, Connor's open personal memos jotted down on the back of each. He then went through the file, taking all the information in. "I don't know what to tell you Gray, these damn murders are getting to frequent. It drives me crazy that Irons won't get off his fat a** and crack down on these crimes." Hector looked up at Connor, the officer was clearly aggravated with the lack of determination against the cannibalistic murders. "I'm sure we'll find out exactly what Irons wants us to do tomorrow during the briefing." Connor rolled his eyes, "fantastic." He then gave a quick salute to Hector and made his way towards the garage so he could head home.

in a daze, James looks towards the clock on his bedside table...
"whoa 12:14!? have i been watching tv that long?" he exclaimed. He got up from the sofa, peeling himself from the inprint he'd made. He stood and looked around his dorm room and thought to himself "i'm still not that tired.. but i guess i should just get some sleep"

he turned out the light and flumped down onto his bed and began fall asleep.

minutes later he was woken by a strange knocking..

"..mhmm... whats that?" he said muffled by his pillow. he sat up and flicked on the bedside lamp, rubbing his eyes. there was a knocking on the wall his window was at, like something was lightly bumping into it. he listened carefuly to see if he wasn't just hearing things... it was silent for a few seconds and then there was a heavy tap on the window. James jumped at this and looked toward the window. It was dark outside his window and had to really focus to make out what was there. it looked like to be a hand, leaning against the window, banging against it. "tch, its probably one of those assholes a few dorms down trying to freak me out"
he said grumpily as he got up and reached for his bokken.

He crept up towards the window making sure he couldnt be seen through the window. As he got near he pressed against the wall next to the window and then jumped out "********- AAAARGH!" James screamed as the site confronting him scared him to death. The being outside was what looked to be a middle aged portly man, the hand he was banging on the window was covered in blood and had numerous little cuts scattered about it, the mans face was horribly disfigured, the right cheek was almost entirely missing and the whole side of the jaw could be seen, the eyes of the man had rolled back into the back of his head and a large chunk of flesh from the top of his head hung down the left side by a flap of skin.

"wuhuh! what the ********?!" James said trembling at the sight. The man outside suddenly put his hand through the window and began trying to clamber inside. "h hey! what are you doing? answer me!" James yelled as he raised his bokken "I'm warning you!"
the man let out a long deathy moan that sent shivers up James spine. The man had almost gotten half way in when James charged at the man and swung the bokken downwards onto his head "get out! get out!" he yelled as he began to repeatedly attack the intruder. The man flinched slightly and began loosing grip and moaned. With a final attempt he brought the bokken back behind his head and brought it down sharply onto the mans head. a sickening crunch and squelch followed suit and the man fell silent and flopped back out of the window and into a heap on the grass outside.

James cautiously crept towards the window and looked out. The body of the man lay still, twitching slightly. He slowly stumbled backwards, breathing heavily : "wh-what was that?" he exclaimed.

He sat there in disbeliefe at what had happened, he looked towards his phone and wondered whether to call someone, his family, a friend or the police.

James anxiously waited for the police to arrive, but he steadily began to doubt the call actually got through before the line went dead. He could hear some people from the nearby dorms walking around, wondering what the noise was. There was a knock at his door.

"Who is it?" James called through the door
"It's Sean, open up!"

James opened the door to greet him, Sean was in the dorm next to his and a fellow classmate.
"What's going on dude? Someone try to break in or somethin'" Sean said 'all too' casualy
"Well.. something" James said gesturing to the smashed window.

Sean poked his head out of the window and imediately brought it back in.
"WHAO s**t! What the hell is that?" he said, his eyes looked deadly scared which was an unusual thing for him.
"I dunno, it looks like a man but.. he was like possessed or something, looks like something out of a horror movie or something"
"tch.. you're telling me!" Sean exclaimed "So what're you gonna do?"
James stood there, he was silent for a few seconds and then with a serious look he said "... I'm going out"

"What? You're going outside? at 1 in the morning!?" He yelled as he grabbed James by the arms. "Man all kinds o' crazy a** people are out there, you know this city isn't safe at night!"
"I'm going to the police station, that thing out there isn't normal"
"Well then.. what if theres more people like that guy?" Sean said gesturing to the window
"I'll just have to be careful won't I.." James said as he began putting his boots on.
"And just what are you gonna do if you find trouble, you ain't the fastest guy around yaknow, sure youre tough but that doesn't matter if you up against a gun dude!"
"Don't worry" James said as he stood up and pulled a hoodie over himself. He bent down and pulled the long metal case from underneath his bed and slumped it on the bed.
"..What's that?" Sean said worriedly, his eyes shot open and his jaw dropped as the case clicked open and the lid was swung open
"HOLY s**t WHERE'D YOU GET THAT?" he yelled as James pulled the shotgun out from its case.
"Gift from my dad, a keepsake yaknow... ah good, there's a few shells here too" he said as he began to slowly load the shotgun "Ah.. how do i do this again... ah thats it.. i think>
"Dude! You can't go around the streets with that, the cops will be all over your a** if they see you!" Sean desperately tried to reason with James not to go.
"Look, they won't get it from me, I've got a licensed form from my father incase an legalities came up about me having it" James said as he waved the folded papers as he put them into his pocket. "I'm going to the police station, and I am going now!" he said as he moved past Sean and opened the door

Some people were looking out their doors to see what the fuss was about. Heads rushed back inside their rooms as James walked down the corridor with the shotgun in hand, some people yelped when they saw his as they bolted back into their rooms. "Hmm.. I'm suprised no tutors are about yet, seemed to wake up this whole wing with that incident just now" he thought to himself.

He made his way to the exit door of the dorm building and went to go through. "Umph.. argh damn, the lockdown" he said as he stepped back from the door, he looked left and there fire exit was there "Ah, there we go" he said. He forcfuly pushed the handle in and the door opened, revealing the small courtyard that lead to the main streets. He stood outside of the door, shutting it behind him. He stood in silence for a moment, listening to the faint, strange noises coming from the city. A cold wind was blowing and could be heard whistling through the buldings. He looked around the courtyard for any campus security and as the coast seemed clear, he began walking for the main gate to the streets, with the shotgun at the ready.