Roleplay part 9

I had been crawling for quite some time when I eventually began to feel the wound on my arm, and realize I was wounded and bleeding. A bullet had ripped a flesh wound in my left arm. Having to crawl, I had to use my arms. Every time I layed pressure on the left arm, the wound ached and screamed. It was slowing me down. Not only the wound hurt, not only the area around the wound, but my whole left arm hurt from my fingertips to my whole shoulder. And the pain felt like it was just slowly spreading out towards my back and my chest. Luckily for me, it had not gotten that far yet.

In between all this, I thought back about the skinned and burned Nazi that I had left alive in his agony and missery. I had just broken a promise of my own. A promise to a Nazi, none the less, but still a promise. The guilty feeling of evil crashed over me in a wave. I had forgotten to check on him when I had returned to the lobby/bar after killing all those Nazis. He must have died already, or fallen unconcious by the time I had gotten back. Now, he was either dead, or slowly dying while being unconcious.

The air was getting more and more difficult to breathe. At first, I believed that it was my guilty mind playing tricks with me. But I eventually began to realize that this was definitely something physical. Had the Toxin already reached into the ventilation systems? Quickly, I took a deep breath. This was when I noticed how much trouble I had to actually breathe. While very slowly breathing out, I unscrewed the filter, got another from the hook on the side of my backpack, and screwed it on. I tried breathing again. Nothing. No difference at all. The previous filter wasn't finished. There was something about the air. That was when I noticed the smoke. The air had gotten thicker and darker, covered by a layer of smoke. I knew that it wasn't the Toxin itself, but the smoke could contain some of the Toxin. It could be carrying it. Of course. The Toxin was using smoke as transportation. I could see behind me all the smoke gushing into the ventilation system, following me with greater speed than I had myself. It was a lot thicker behind me than in front of me. Slowly, I began to increase my pace, despite my pain..

 

[COLOR="DarkRedHey you think i should have dimtri pull his mask down since he is wearing a ranger helm[COLOR="DarkRed

 

Odessa turned down my offer to leave, I grin. It was good to have someone to watch my back. We crawl through the vent for some time. It was getting difficult to breath, the air was as black as night. I was going through filters as if D-6 was out of oxygen. It probably was. Between the nitrogen and the fire, D-6 was losing its portion oxygen in the air. More would flow into the structure through the vents, but not enough to replenish the entirety of D-6. The total process could take hours, days at max. This is why we needed to get out of the vents. Closed, confined spaces were bad enough for breathing in. Add the toxin and smoke to that, you got yourself a nice big lung clusterfuck. Something like this could damage a person's health forever. With health in mind, I look over my shoulder every so often and check on Odessa's, never once checking on myself. I did not want to be aware of any of my injures. If I was, I would worry about them, and there is no time for worry. Of course, my body tried to worry for me. Every fiber of my being ached when I moved. But I wasn't going to quit, not until I get that rifle. It was all I had left of him.

After what feels like an eternity, I see some light peering in through a grate on the wall. I scurry over towards it, like a rat fleeing from a nosalis. Slamming my shoulder into the grate, it pops out of place and flies forwards, disappearing into the dark abyss of an empty elevator shaft. Smoke causally lifts its way up to the shaft. Emergency lights beacon through it, warning a chaotic station of its already impending doom. I glance around the shaft and see a maintenance ladder within arm's reach of the vents. I turn back to Odessa, she does not look that good.

"Can you climb?" I ask, worried about her strength.

She was a strong women, but still, I had my doubts. With caution in mind, I remove some climbing rope and the climbing harness I normally use as a belt from my rucksack. I put on the harness and make sure its tight. The rope has to metal clip hooks on each end. I hook one end to a metal loop on my back of the climbing harness. The other, I circle around Odessa and hook it onto itself. I pull the rope a few times, ensuring myself of its security.

"We're ready to climb. Mind putting this on?" I ask, handing Odessa my rucksack.

I swing the strap of my AKS over my left shoulder and under my right armpit. It hangs diagonally across my back. I slowly creep out of the vent and reach for the ladder. When my left hand is around the frame, I leap towards its. My boots clang against the metal bars. I keep my left hand on the ladder's frame and my right on the bars. I climb up a couple of meters and stop. There is enough rope between Odessa and I that Odessa can still stand in the vent. I hook myself to one of the metal bars on the ladder and lean back, letting my arms dangle at my side.

"Come on." I call out to Odessa. "Nothing to be afraid of. I do this all the time with Yuri."

 

"I pulled the gasmask part of my helmet over my face then the night vision because i heard movement i crouch by the door rpd pointed at it who ever comes though that door will have 30 seconds to tell me if they are friend or not then they are getting a freak lead storm i thought to myself."

 

Sorry for the long post. Summary - we're out of the vent, melkov takes off the nazi uniform, and starts talking to bezymyan.

The smoke had been pouring through the vents for just a few minutes before the group reached an exit hatch. I tumbled out last, the heat baking along my back, as I fell on top of someone who had come out before.

Smoke rises, I had heard, and thankfully all of this smoke was following that rule, staying in the overhead vent. I stared up at it for a few moments through the eyepieces of my gasmask, which I had put on as soon as the smoke caught up with us, and then rolled off of the pile of bodies. I stood up and pulled the gas mask off, then looked down at myself. The Nazi uniform was sooted up to near black. "Thank god we're out of that forsaken vent" Gena moaned from his place behind me. I looked around the room, which looked like a small service room, probably off one of the main metro tunnels.

"Shit." I finally recalled that I had left all of my gear in that room deep within D6. Looking around, I saw that no one had thought to bring it along. "I probably should have asked someone to bring it along." I muttered as I pulled off the Nazi uniform. I just had a grey t shirt, jeans, and gloves left. After I threw the uniform into the corner, I put on the load bearing vest full of AK magazines, and stuck the gas mask into the pouch that had been designed for such a thing on the back it.

I strapped the black watch from Lara onto my wrist as I looked to see who I had dropped on, I saw someone that I knew for a fact was not in the group getting up from the group on men. He was tall, wearing a trench coat, with dark hair and a goatee. As he stood up unevenly, I saw a prostetic leg. Thinking back, I thought I had seen him in the office, following the group in. But who the hell was he?

"Who are you?" As I put the sling for the AK over my shoulder, I looked the man over. He did not seem like a Nazi, but he had been in D6. Suspicion was etched on my face.

 

Again. I'm finding it really unrealistic and ridiculous that Steve's son just happens to be outside the same exact room the group is coming out of D-6 into. Just saying.

 

no hes been ghosting the group right he is were we met fydor for the 2rd time

 

Well, if stevetheranger/ dmitri is in the room where the group met fyodor, he is not right outside of where the group is (for the moment). According to skaara it's a different room that we're in, and we will walk by that room eventually.

Also, aaron, I just figured out where your profile picture and signature quote are from.

 

Since we crawled into the vent I had followed where the sheepflock was going, not having too much choice. Afetr the explosions the travel through the vent was almost over. But even though we were almost at the end, the last bit was just as unbearable. The smoke from the explosions, most certainly mixed with the labs toxin, caught up with us just as we were about to get out, and it somehow made it through the mask's filters, causing me, and as far as I heard most of the other people, to cough badly. Even though the somke also impaired eyesight there were no other ways to go except forwards.

When we got out, everybody seemed desperate. I knew I was: ironic as it was I didn't exactly love enclosed spaces. When I got out of the vent after whoever was in front of me, I fell face first onto the ground. Moments after someone, I figured it was the person behind me "in line", landed on my head, and I heard a splintering sound from the part of the mask I could not see. German quality, much..

As the person on top of me got up, I did the same, pulling the mask of as I did. Looking at it I found my guesses to be true; the optics on the left side of the mask had been smashed. I turned my head to look at the vent we just left, at the same time the man who had landed on top of me asked who I was. Taking my time to answer, I studied the dark grey smoke pouring out of the vent. It was rapidly filling the room. Still, it was large for a service room, and I could stay there for a while. Chatting with strangers.

I turned back and looked at the man who had questioned me.
"Good question. I'm not a Fascist, if that's what you mean, not as far as I know, anyways." I answered.
Sitting down on a box nearby the vent, I checked the stuff I had taken in the D6 armory in my hurry, looking for something to fix my gas mask if it became necessary.
"I was kidnapped by fascists at god knows which station.
They asked if any of us had any special proffecions, and I answered as it was and still is: I am a doctor. They interogated the few of us that answered something along the lines of what I did, and the ones they found to have been lying was sent of. There were seven left of us, and they asked if we wanted to cooperate. I did. Four others too. The two that didn't were also shot"
I laid the mask beside me and pulled my prosthetic leg onto the opposite knee, pulled out my screwdriver and started to adjust some screws.
"I was in their lab for a couple of weeks I guess. We, I and the four other non-fascists, were put to work on seperate projects, not knowing about the whole picture, the whole picture being this wondrous toxin we are all breathing. This leads up to a point not to long ago when I had a small break, and some of your friends came along, gunning down the other scientists, no offence, I didn't know any of them, and planted explosives around the lab. I followed that gang into the head-office. From there I guess you know what happened."
I put the screwdriver into my pocket again, and asked, to all the people in the room really: "Got any tape?"

 

Skaara aren't you wearing you gas mask?

Finally as we reached the end of the vents I pulled myself out and landed on my hands and feet. I rolled across the floor to make sure no one landed on me. Now standing up I began to brush myself off. "Well that was fun." I said sarcastically. Beginning to realise now that my filters needed changing, I grabbed a spare one from my pocket and swapped it with the one I was currently using.

I began to realise that an unknown voice was beginning to talk. I turned around and began to listen to his story.

 

Sorry for not posting in the past few days. With my mom's birthday and two exams, a lot has been happening this week. I have two more exams coming up the next week and there's not much for Polina to do or say at the moment (not until this D6 business is over, I guess), so she'll stay quiet and I'll keep reading and catching up when I can.

 

also dimtri has mutant teeth painted on his helmet like real life shark teeth noise art from a fighter plane

 

As the last of us flew from the jaws of the air vent we slowly picked ourselves up. Taking a well deserved moment of rest and recuperation while we had the chance. Amongst us a new comer had slid into our ranks during our frantic escape. At the time I had little intreats in his conversations as I was to distracted by my own flopping body.

I held a sitting up position as I stared down at my legs. They felt.. Weak. The right one in particular. If I had to put it into legible standards I'd say they were operating at about 70%. I didn't know what to think at the moment. Was it physical?, mental?... Permanent.
With a heavy heart I stood up on my feet and proceeded to walk to a nearby stool. As I stepped with my right foot I nearly collapsed to the floor. My leg was unable to support my bodies weight on it's own.

Somehow I had managed to keep myself from falling. But how?, I felt nothing bracing me. Then I looked to my left. My left hand was bracing me on a wall a few feet away, but I felt nothing, Not even the small briefcase cuffed to my wrist. I stared at my hand, moving each finger with the hopes of feeling something. But nothing. It shaked as it became unsteady. This was getting uncomfortably weird. What the hell was causing this?!

And that's when I realized just what it was. The toxin. I had been a fool to think I had defeated it so easily. Sure it had been expelled from my body, but not before it left it's mark. It must of hit my nervous system hard as well as my muscles. If it wasn't the toxin than what could it be. No. There was no other explanation. Slowly a plopped down on the nearby stool and sunk my face into my hands as far as it would go. But feeling only one hand only added to my misery.

After what seemed like an eternity full of self pity. I gather the shattered remnants of my former self and began to strip myself of the Nazi uniform I occupied. I said nothing as I did so. I couldn't say anything. I wouldn't let myself. My mind was a wreck. Eventually inpulled the Gorka anorak and pants from my butt sack and slid into them. They brought me comfort. They reminded me of who I really was, which boosted my well being from non existing to empty shell.

It was obvious it showed but I didn't care. It wasn't the fact that I was permanently impaired or unfit for combat, it was the idea of not being able to wrap my arms around Alisa without her having to support my weight or see the pride in her face as we walked down the stations halls together. Did I still deserve her? Did I deserve them both?... Would I ever see Raya finish school or meet her first boyfriend? Would I ever get to kick his ass? And ground her for months?

These where the days I longed for. The days I fought to reach. And for the first time, I began to doubt I'd ever see them.

 

may I suggest, since the service room you are in guys, is filling up with smoke, you move across the tunnel to the room we started from, where the smoke hasn't reached yet, and won't if you somehow seal the vent we started from. Odessa, Fydor and Benji will sure realise that room is impossible to be in and move over to the other one?

*we arrived to an elevator shaft and Fyodor put a harness around me. In normal circumstances I would have complained, but I was greatfull for it, and thankfull to Fyodor for not dumping me. after all, all this was kind of my 'fault', but on the other hand, nobody was forced to come along in this little foray, so there was no point in blaming myself about anything, although I would always feel a bit guilty, guess it was part of what kept me from becoming a souless being, like the nazis we had just slaughtered. It was at that point that I realised I still had Glock's pistol with me. I didn't want anything to do with it, so I threw it down the shaft, watching it fall into the abyss*

'go ahead Fy, I'll climb after you, no problem' and saying this I hoisted myself up after Fyodor.

Lurkers, do you wanna take the lead from here until we reach the rest of the guys? Odessa will just follow you.

 

I was crawling and crawling, slowlier and slowlier. I eventually began to cough, and I could even recognize the certain coughing that I was having. It was familiar to me. It was the cough that I had gotten on the surface when searching for Dimitri and Volk in the rubble on the surface. I had earlier just shook away the cough by using a temporary solution to it: Herbs from the Sanctuary I had grown up in. Never the less, it seemed like the ammount of smoke mixed with the Toxin had not only caused me to cough violently, but also triggered the radioactivity still being in my lungs. I was eventually coughing so much that I had to stop, and I could barely catch a quarter of a full breath between each cough.

I had gotten so far now. I had killed so many, I had survived so much. The group was waiting for me, and Odessa was waiting for her gear. I was not going to die like a little slaughter in a heat oven. But there was nothing I could do..... and it made me angry. With all my effort, I let out an angry roar as I struck my right elbow into the ventilation shaft's wall beside me in anger. Not being able to satisfy my anger with this, I struck it again. I sighed and dropped myself onto my stomach against the vent's floor.

And that was when I saw it.... the flicker of light. A minor light was visible, and to me, it felt like it was growing stronger, almost as if it was coming towards me. Was I dying?

Also, we don't want the whole group to be infected by the Toxin, so let's say that the fact that it has been burned before being carried by the smoke, has actually caused the poisonous chemicals of the Toxin to disfunction?

 

It would seem pretty logic that the heat of the explosion killed the bacteria/virus or whatever the virus was. so yeah

 

the mutant teeth design looks like this without the eyes yje teeth are on the "mouth" of the helmet

 

Sorry for being late. You guys have no idea how many times I typed this out, just for it to get accidently deleted.

"Okay then." I call back to Odessa.

I unattach myself from the bar and begin climbing. Left arm, left boot. Right arm, right boot. I repeat this process a thousand times. Big white numbers are painted on the shaft wall by metal doors. Five, Six, Seven. We pass all of these as we climb several hundred meters. Halfway through Seven we stop. I hook myself to a bar and we have a quick water break. When I go to unhook myself, I hear screaming. I panic and look down to Odessa, worried she has misplaced a footing. But I find a perfectly fine Odessa. I am confused. The screaming grows louder. This is when I look up to see an enflamed elevator soaring down the line, sparks flying. As it passes, I catch a glimpse of several facist cooking inside of the hunk of debris before the wind almost causes me to lose my grip. I wrap my fingers tightly around the ladders frame. Eyes follow the burning wreck down. The fireball lights ups the numbers we climbed by. Seven, Six, Five, Four. Even floors we haven't. Three, Two, One. Then the elevator has punches its way through the bottom of the shaft. All of the screaming comes to an abrupt end. I shiver in my place.

"Poor bastards." I mutter to myself.

After a brief moment of silence, we continue to climb. It becomes hotter the higher we get. For every ten meters it feels like I sweat a gallon. By the time we pass the Eight, my body wants to quit, but my heart won't let it. Not until I get that rifle. Another hundred meters later, we reach the ninth floor. The doors to this level have been blown open. No doubt the source of the death ride that just passed. Bodies line the hall, bullet holes paint the walls, and a nice carpet of blood and shell casing covers the concrete. D-6 is in an all out war with itself. Paranoia as reached the facist troops. As far as they can tell, they have been inflitrated by the Reds and are under siege. Friendly fire is on the high. No one can trust anyone. Chaos as consumed the Reich. What little order remains sends all able bodies to the front lines to prepare for a Red advancement that will never come. Many floors are absent of life. We climb up through the blown up doors and detach Odessa from me. I nod to Odessa in thanks as I gather rucksack and climbing gear. We then proceed down the hall. When we get to the checkpoint, I notice an officer. The same officer who held us up. His body is slumped over in a chair at the gatehouse. The window in front of him is punctured and cracked. Blood leaks around the chair. Walther PPK in hand, his torso is littered with bullet holes. Friendly fire is on the high. We walk through the courtyard that, a meer hour ago was once filled, is now empty. Only thing still standing is a heap of flame and steel on the West tracks. We enter the tunnel leading to the lower portion of the control room and enter the office. I scan the room through the iron sights of my AKS. Empty, just like the rest of the floor. I move over to the desk where I had previously hid my equipment. I feel relieved to find the Mosin-Nagant still perched there against on the desk. I inspect the rifle, then toss it over my shoulder and nod to Odessa. On our way out the door, I notice something sitting in the corner of the room. I stop, turn direction and quickly approach it. There in the corner is a very large duffle bag.

"Grigori's?" I question aloud.

I unzip the duffle bag to find some heavy arms and enough ammunition to protect an entire station.

"Grigori's." I proclaim bluntly, zipping the bag back up.

I grab the bag by its handles and proceed out the door behind Odessa. We climb into the vent the Toxin group traveled through. We crawl for some time. Im starting to become weary. My body is begging for me to stop. But it is just a little further. 'Just a little further.' I keep telling myself. I push Grigori's bag in front of me the entire time. The smoke does a number on the my filter count. It feels like every other minute I must replace it. When we finally push our way out of a vent and into a tunnel, I remove the mask.

"Thank god." I cry aloud.

I check our surrounding and find we are back at the platform of Mayakovskaya. I have never been happier to see such a shitty station.

 

Melkov actually left the bag in the upper room and the backpack in the office, but we can retcon it to fit with yours, Lurkers.

Out of character note, nobody but Benjamin/Melkov knows what happened to Steve. Others may suspect, but Benji told them he was captured/killed by fascists.

Also, question(?) - what groups is everyone in the party aligned with that you can disclose? (I'm mainly concerned with the Rangers, because they're supposed to be commiting revenge on poor melnikov)

Mind if I help Gena along, aaron?

I noticed Gena had changed out of his Nazi uniform as well and was leaning against the wall with his hand that the briefcase was attached to, staring at it in confusion. It was like he could not make sense of the appendage. Getting a closer look, it was clear he looked and felt like shit, perhaps even more so than in the vents.

No one seemed to be stiring, getting themselves ready to leave the room that was fairly rapidly filling with smoke. Joe, the scientist, Sergei, our last medic, Polina, the little girl who had handled herself well up to this point, Anton, our newest recruit, Gena, the infiltrator and friend of Odessa, Jet, the cat, and the new guy, a doctor. 8 of us left, out of the 15 who had entered. ND, save us, this mission had stripped us down to a skeleton of our former might. 'Cause of all that, guess they might still be in shock, I thought to myself. You are too, I told myself, with everything that has happened. I shuddered, trying to block out the image of Steve's blood welling around his body. You need to get ahold of yourself, I thought. I shook my head and looked around at the end of the newcomer's story.

It was hard to clear my mind of the images of Dark, his large friend and the dog, Benjamin, Odessa, Fyodor, and Steve (hopefully I did not forget anyone). . Who knew when or if we would see them again? I shook my head again and tried to focus on the people in front of me.

"Sorry, I lost most of my equipment in there and I don't have any tape." As I talked to the newcomer, I walked over to the door and popped it open. Poking my head out, I saw that we were in the tunnel running to D6. Just before a bend in the tunnel, I could see the service room that we had come through from Mayakovskaya.

Turning back into the room, I walked over to Gena. I announced to the group "Looks like the service room is just down the tunnel from here. Benjamin said to keep going to there. Plus, we need to avoid that smoke. So lets get our asses in gear." Looking at Gena, who seemed to have difficult just standing against the wall, I edged closer and offered him a shoulder to lean on. "Need help?" I said quietly.