08-01-2016, 10:01 AM
Hiro and Karl had dropped down the slimy, slick ladder as soon as Deadpool had lagged behind the bafflingly dancing zombies. The hacker shook his head in disbelief as the spandexed mercenary elected to distract the ravenous hordes with a Michael Jackson routine. This guy was unbelievable. Entertaining as all hell, but a complete and utter nutcase. The bright pink hello kitty backpack currently supporting the briefcase tied to his back was proof enough of that.
Luckily for his own boots and Karl's open toed sandals, Hiro knew how sewers were laid out. Just before the ladder hit the top of the festering runoff river that was its purpose, the nimble samurai hopped off to the side, landing on the upraised concrete walkway that served as banks for Shit Creek. Which they were most assuredly up without a paddle.
Flicking a setting on his HUD, the dark tunnels ahead of them lit up with a piercing blue light, giving them more than enough light to see clearly. Helping Karl off the ladder, Hiro quipped. "Y'know, people always said I was bright." The producer just smirked and brandished the designer machete, taking off down the mossy concrete walkway. "A delightful pun, Chocolate Thunder, but I suggest we get far away from here. There should be an access tunnel somewhere around here that connects to the machine rooms in the basement of our destination."
Jogging after Karl, his bright blue beams flashing over the slick walls and murky dark water below them, Hiro shot back. "Keep calling me Chocolate Thunder and your new name is Rooty Tooty Fresh and Fruity, Karl." As they escaped from the open manhole, the rhythmic shuffling and the faint sound of music grew farther and farther away. "You know I always stay fresh, Hiro."
They slowed their pace, creeping along the walkway, occasionally having to make short jumps across crumbled sections of old brick and stone. Once or twice the hacker thought he saw large, menacing shapes rising from the fetid river, but they just turned out to be trash bags, lumps of crap, or half a bloody torso. He was getting too jumpy in the dim, forbidding gloom. They needed to get out of here before he started hearing voices again.
-tap tap-
The producer was standing next to a mold covered metal door, a large ring handle situated in the middle of the door. On the door, in black lettering above a curious red and white circle emblem, were the words "UMBRELLA CORP. ACCESS RESTRICTED. TRESPASSERS WILL BE PROSECUTED."
Karl nodded to Hiro, who gripped the slippery handle with his gloves, straining as the rusty levers clattered and banged inside the door mechanism. After a full minute of twisting slowly, the door swung gently open. The hacker and the producer quickly stepped inside and shut the door behind them, although they left it unlocked. No telling if they might need to escape into the sewers again.
The door led into a small vestibule with another door a few feet away, the large pane of reinforced glass making up the top half of the door shattered near the handle....and a bloody, ripped hand impaled on the jagged shards, fingers just millimeters from the exterior handle.
"They were trying to escape...." Hiro kept his voice low, and holding his breath, gingerly reached for the knob and twisting it, expecting the hand to spring to life and grab him. Opening the door, he heard a thump against the wood of the door which explained why it had not. The arm the hand was attached to was just that, an arm ripped from the socket of a suspiciously missing torso. "Good lord.....who hired the decorator?" Karl whispered theatrically as they walked through a dead machine room, blood and flesh spattered and dripping across pumps, pipes, and the floor.
Hiro and Karl's shoes left footprints in the thick, congraled blood puddling on the floor, more than once having to sidestep a mutilated body part or bisected torso. Finally, they made their way to the other end of the rusty, bloodsoaked maze. Before them stood an elevator, with a large "Out of Order " sign on it. And a door marked "Stairway."
"Ah fu-"
Hiro had just opened his mouth to complain when a closet door ten feet away exploded into a cloud of splinters, and a shambling monstrosity lurched out into the machine room. What looked like two men dressed in bright green safety vests and hard hats stuck together at the back cartwheeled out of the doorway, their limbs strangely mutated into grasping, clawed suckers. Too wide mouths gaped menacingly, filled with razor sharp, needle like teeth.
"Hiro."
"Yes, Karl?"
"I think we should run."
"Yes, Karl, I agree."
The two made a mad dash up the stairs as the tentacled monstrosity gave a strangled, piercing roar and rolled after them.
Luckily for his own boots and Karl's open toed sandals, Hiro knew how sewers were laid out. Just before the ladder hit the top of the festering runoff river that was its purpose, the nimble samurai hopped off to the side, landing on the upraised concrete walkway that served as banks for Shit Creek. Which they were most assuredly up without a paddle.
Flicking a setting on his HUD, the dark tunnels ahead of them lit up with a piercing blue light, giving them more than enough light to see clearly. Helping Karl off the ladder, Hiro quipped. "Y'know, people always said I was bright." The producer just smirked and brandished the designer machete, taking off down the mossy concrete walkway. "A delightful pun, Chocolate Thunder, but I suggest we get far away from here. There should be an access tunnel somewhere around here that connects to the machine rooms in the basement of our destination."
Jogging after Karl, his bright blue beams flashing over the slick walls and murky dark water below them, Hiro shot back. "Keep calling me Chocolate Thunder and your new name is Rooty Tooty Fresh and Fruity, Karl." As they escaped from the open manhole, the rhythmic shuffling and the faint sound of music grew farther and farther away. "You know I always stay fresh, Hiro."
They slowed their pace, creeping along the walkway, occasionally having to make short jumps across crumbled sections of old brick and stone. Once or twice the hacker thought he saw large, menacing shapes rising from the fetid river, but they just turned out to be trash bags, lumps of crap, or half a bloody torso. He was getting too jumpy in the dim, forbidding gloom. They needed to get out of here before he started hearing voices again.
-tap tap-
The producer was standing next to a mold covered metal door, a large ring handle situated in the middle of the door. On the door, in black lettering above a curious red and white circle emblem, were the words "UMBRELLA CORP. ACCESS RESTRICTED. TRESPASSERS WILL BE PROSECUTED."
Karl nodded to Hiro, who gripped the slippery handle with his gloves, straining as the rusty levers clattered and banged inside the door mechanism. After a full minute of twisting slowly, the door swung gently open. The hacker and the producer quickly stepped inside and shut the door behind them, although they left it unlocked. No telling if they might need to escape into the sewers again.
The door led into a small vestibule with another door a few feet away, the large pane of reinforced glass making up the top half of the door shattered near the handle....and a bloody, ripped hand impaled on the jagged shards, fingers just millimeters from the exterior handle.
"They were trying to escape...." Hiro kept his voice low, and holding his breath, gingerly reached for the knob and twisting it, expecting the hand to spring to life and grab him. Opening the door, he heard a thump against the wood of the door which explained why it had not. The arm the hand was attached to was just that, an arm ripped from the socket of a suspiciously missing torso. "Good lord.....who hired the decorator?" Karl whispered theatrically as they walked through a dead machine room, blood and flesh spattered and dripping across pumps, pipes, and the floor.
Hiro and Karl's shoes left footprints in the thick, congraled blood puddling on the floor, more than once having to sidestep a mutilated body part or bisected torso. Finally, they made their way to the other end of the rusty, bloodsoaked maze. Before them stood an elevator, with a large "Out of Order " sign on it. And a door marked "Stairway."
"Ah fu-"
Hiro had just opened his mouth to complain when a closet door ten feet away exploded into a cloud of splinters, and a shambling monstrosity lurched out into the machine room. What looked like two men dressed in bright green safety vests and hard hats stuck together at the back cartwheeled out of the doorway, their limbs strangely mutated into grasping, clawed suckers. Too wide mouths gaped menacingly, filled with razor sharp, needle like teeth.
"Hiro."
"Yes, Karl?"
"I think we should run."
"Yes, Karl, I agree."
The two made a mad dash up the stairs as the tentacled monstrosity gave a strangled, piercing roar and rolled after them.
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