* * *
"Now this is going a little too far. Is there a big neon sign out there that says 'GUNCLUB MEETING'?" Rainer said aloud.
Yet another person had entered the mansion through the lobby. He breifly spoke with the woman, before heading upstairs. This was getting extremly tiresome. Rainer stood, and left the room. Outside in the hall was a single virus carrier in stained lab clothes.
"Ungh" It complained.
Rainer took out his Glock and shot it in the face. Blood smacked against the wall behind it, and liquids trickled down it's face as it collapsed. He stepped over the body, disgusted with the rotten smell. He rounded the corner and opened a glass door leading into labratory C. Awaiting him there was a breifcase.
Rainer cleared off the table with his forearm, knocking papers and other things to the floor. He set the breifcase down and opened it. Inside was several vials, plastic bags, and a paper. It was tissue samples for the Hunter 130s, and a breif documentation the lab boys had put togeather.
On the farside of the room was an 11 foot stasis cell. Within it was the Prototype Tyrant that had been under development in the labs. It was deemed a failure, but Rainer didn't know why. All he knew is that he was both insulted by White Umbrella because some asshole hit the wrong button, costing them millions.
The Tyrant was a cross between a normal Tyrant seeker, and a Licker. The foul beast with the impossibly long tounge. It was very disgusting looking. No wonder they deemed it a failure. It looked like it would fall apart if it tried to stand up.
Both of it's arms were nearly bare bone, covered in a thin red muscle, ending in Tyrant like claws on both hands. It's legs were of the same fasion, withought the claws.
It's chest was impossibly thin, it's ribcage almost exposed. It's head was the most gruesome.
It had no eyes, ears or nose. Just teeth. Humanoid teeth, in a constant grin, mocking Rainer from across the room.
Rainer had remembered hearing that it had something wrong with it's digestive system, and would starve to death, even if it ate.
Apparently, food couldn't reach it's stomach.
"Piece of shit." Rainer said to it, before closing the breifcase, and walking out of the room. He still had to go to the B3 Generator room, activate the self-destruct sequence. He was going to make this. He had to.
* * *
As Ethan entered through the back door, he immediatly noiced a woman. "Freeze." He said, raising the baretta to eye level. "Jesus!" she yelled before running away. "Wait!" Ethan said, chasing after her through the blood smeared halls. He lost track of here in the rat maze of a mansion. He felt lost, alone, until he saw his friend, and teammate Alex meandering through the halls. A broad smile appeared on Alex's face as he saw Ethan.
"Spike, good to see you man!" Alex said.
Spike had been Ethan's nickname for as long as he could remember. He didn't even know who made it up. One day, people just began calling him it.
"Yeah, good to see you too Al." He replied. "Any luck on the lab entrance?"
"None at all." Alex said, frowning.
"I saw a female scientist. I thought she could lead me to the labs, but she ran off." Ethan said.
"Lets try to find her." Alex said.
"Okay, but lets split up, we can cover more ground that way."
"Yes sir." Alex said, spinning on his heel and heading the opposite way.
* * *
Rainer had reached the boiler room doors. As he reached for the handle, he noticed something. A circular indent next to the door, half filled with a crest, showing half a sun's head.
"What..no...they didn't. They didn't! There's no reason to lock down the room...they didn't!"
The small indent was part of a locking mechanism. Since the other half of the sun's head was gone, he couldn't get in. The piece could be anywhere, and anyone of the assholes roaming the grounds could have found it already.
"Fuck!" Rainer yelled, turning around. He ran to the large steel door at the end of the hall and opened it, greeted by a large staircase leading up to B2.
He began his ascent.
* * *
On his way to the labs Tom had encountered few virus carriers, most were his former collegues. He was just about to go down the stairs to B2, when he heard voices, and footsteps of someone or something running. He ducked to the side as the facility supervisor, Mr. Rainer, stormed by. Tom tilted his head as he saw that he was in such a hurry. He quickly slipped into the labs before the door snapped shut behind him.
* * *
Alex walked away from Spike, looking around for the woman scientist. "Hello? Miss? We're here to help!" He spoke aloud. No answer. He continued on, shooting a virus carrier that got in his way, an stepping over it's corspe.
There was a sudden shrill scream from the room next to him, and Alex kicked in the door. He almost jumped back in horror. The woman was cowering in the corner from..a monster.
It was like a normal man, but..inside out. It was skinless, it's hands and feet ending in claws. It had no eyes or ears. It's brain, however, was exposed.
Alex noticed its tounge sliding out of it's mouth. Out, and out, and out. It began to poke at the face of the woman, even though she was several feet away.
Alex wasted no time in firing at it. A jagged line split open it's brain and dark juices spilled out. It collapsed to the floor, spasiming a tattoo of blood on the carpet before laying to rest.
Alex looked at the woman. "You okay?"
* * *
Rainer stepped out of the thouroghly destroyed office. He had tore it apart looking for the Half-Crest, but it wasn't there. He tried to think of where it could be. There was a study up on the second floor. He could check in there. He exited the hall through a door to his right, walking through a dinning room and entering the main hall.
He walked over to Alyssa Capone's body. "Stupid Bitch." He said, kicking her. He was satisfied by the sound of ribs cracking.
He ascended the flight of stairs and went into the door leading from the balcony to the east wing. He began down the hall when he heard someone walking rather loudly past. He jumped to the side and crouch down next to a cabinent. Soon enough, one of those tresspassers blundered by.
Normally, Rainer would have shot him right then and their, but there were others.
When the man dissapeared from sight, Rainer continued on. The sound of gunshots ahead startled him. He rounded a corner just in time to see a man putting down a virus carrier.
He kicked in a door and fired more shots. "You macho little shit." Rainer thought as he snuck up behind the man. "You okay?" The man said.
Rainer sliped behind the man and put the Glock to his head.
"You're not. Now drop your weapons and put your hands up, if you don't mind." Rainer said, rather harsher than he expected.
"And who the hell are you?" Replied the man.
"No questions, just action and fast." Rainer said, pressing the glock harder.
The man reluctantly dropped his SMG. It clattered to the marble floor. He turned around to face Rainer. "I need to know." Rainer said. "Have you seen any sort of crest with half a suns face on it?"
"No."
"You could be a very rich man if you give it to me."
"I told you, I don't have it."
"Fine then."
Rainer pushed the gun forward and turned his wrist, hitting the man in the forhead with the butt of the gun, knocking him to the floor. Rainer stared at the woman crouched in the corner, one of the scientists..Ellen something...
He turned around and ran out the door.
* * *
She nearly jumped out of her skin when suddenly lights flickered--glass shattered and the room dimmed again. Instinctively when the bulbs blew, she covered her head from shards of glass to prevent any unnessecary injury. Hmph. A few lights had managed to sustain themselves to offer some insight into the expanse of her so-called refuge. Brows arched.
"Go figure. Only abandoned mansion in all of Mississippi." She grumbled, ignoring the gnawing protests of angered dogs. Leaving muddy foot-prints in the foyer, the woman made her way to the banister, clever grey eyes scanning the scape. Puffs of archaic dust rose as she walked only furthered her dishoveled appearance, the air moldy yet somehow--dry. Nothing made much of a noise as riding boots aided her ascent upwards in the mansion, careful not to drag the firearm too low.
"Hello?" A faint hope of somebody else glimmered. Nope. Nothing registered as a sound. Hope was squelched as she continued her climb, breath coming a little hard to her. The air was impossibly thick with god knew what--she winced, consigning herself to breath through her mouth. As a child Jonatha had suffered from Asthma and even though she grew out of it, it wasn't uncommon for a person to have re-occuring side effects. Shortness of breath was one of them. Quiet reflection shortened the strain on her body.
Acrid. Foul. As soon as she'd arrived on the landing the air had changed from moldy to--was that rotting flesh? A wince, the woman immediately covered her mouth with her flannel shirt, cringing as she glanced around. Just beyond a healthy looking plant legs jutted out. Legs. Rats gnawing away at--human. Legs. Limbs. HUMAN.
"Sweet Christ!" She mewled, oblivious to the looming creature just feet behind her, perched in a recess of a rafter. Gagging on her own oxygen, she whipped around and made a bee-line back down to the main hall--a sick thud slid down behind her. The poor woman hadn't even a moment to bolster her body as she skidded on her heel, shotgun leading her line of site. Hunched over, viciously grinning, dear Christ, did it have claws? a Licker perched, precious few feet up the stairs. Grey oculars widened, voice los--
"Ugh." The woman cried, suddenly finding herself at the base of the stairs. Her ears rang, her ribs cursed at her--a corpse slumped in the middle of the stairwell. Decrepit yet unanimated. Blood oozed. Blood. Memory flashed.
She'd pumped the gun with deadly precision. But that's when that thin--brain-exposed creature had lept at her, a lolling tounge just as frightening as the rest of it. Impulse had almost killed her--but at the same time, saved her when she pulled the trigger. Jonatha edged herself up on her elbows. That's why her ears rang--but why was she down here? Had it been the recoil?
Slowly, those grey eyes scanned down her body.
Jonatha screamed.
The thing had slashed a vicious streak across that chest, her clothing tatters. Human terror proscribed her from looking at the wound directly. But--but! But blood slicked everything--how had there been so much? The red-head began sobbing uncontrollably, wanting to hug herself--but it hurt so much! Christ--it hurt!
"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god..." Chanted Jonatha, almost trying to crawl away from her own body. "Oh god, oh god.. god, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts--oh god, oh god, oh god..." trembling fingers gathered the tatters and parted them, tears streaking down that sweat/blood/mud-covered face. Her chest was mere ribbons, four or five strips of quivering flesh cut clear down to the sternum. Even what little cleavage she did own, christ--"Oh my god.. god, god, god, fuckin' god.. fuck... shit... oh god..." her stream of pleas changed into string of swearing, the woman still crawling backward until her back hit cool marble of the wall. Ragged breaths between sobs soon brought the woman into shock, adrenaline kicking in to ease her panic. The pain dulled for a precious moment, the throbbing surceasing long enough for the woman to assess her situation. Still shaking, another glance at her torso made her grimace. Fuck.
"I gotta... I gotta get... get help..." She whimpered, nearly panting. The ache streaked across her body when she wobbily rose, using the wall for support. Not at all stupid enough to leave her gun--Shit! Nearly falling as soon as she tried to stand on her own, she hugged the wall, the cool surface a relief to flushed cheeks. There was a door just beneath the second story--cardinal senses telling the red-headed woman it was to the east. Perhaps, God! A phone--please let there be a phone. It was so hard just to open the door--her hands were numbing. Lightheaded, the woman took one wiff of the air behind that hall--it slammed, and she slid down it's frame.
All the woman could do was weep--shotgun firmly in hand.
* * *
Alex came out of his daze and felt a surge of pain in his forehead. "Son of a bitch!" he screamed invouluntarily. He glanced around in a haze of red to see the girl wasn't there. He rolled over onto his side and passed out again.
* * *
Rainer stopped in mid jog after he heard the explosion of a shotgun echoing through the halls. It was hard to tell which direction the shot had come from. "Must have been the woman." He said to himself.
Rainer opened another one of the many doors in the labarinth of halls that made the Empire Estate. It was a small bedroom. Rainer immediatly checked the obvious places for the crest.
Behind paintings, in books, under the matress.
Then he moved to the unobvious places. In the desk, in the garbage bucket, under pillows.
Nothing. It wasn't in this room. Rainer cryed out in fury ashe kicked te lamp off the desk. It hit the floor and shattered, plunging the room into darkness. He stormed out of the room and slammed the door shut behind him.
He rounded the corner in the hall and landed in the hands of a virus carrier. It's bony, dry fingers brushed at his face and he put the glock to it's chin, pulling the trigger. He backed off as fluids splashed out of it's head.
He kicked the thing as he walked by, exiting the hall through the door and into the balcony over looking the main hall.
He immediatly assessed the situation.
A dead Licker collapsed on the stairs. Bloodsplatters at the bottom of the stairs, with a trail leading to the west wing door. Rainer cautiously walked down the stairs and followed the smeer of blood. He opened the door and out fell a woman. Maybe in her mid twenties. Red hair and grey eyes. Her chest was torn up and bleeding like a stuck pig. She was unconcious, probably passed out from bloodloss.
Rainer winced as he picked her up, cleaning of the dining table that took up the whole room, and placing her on it. She was very dirty, caked with mud and different parts of plants, asside from the blood.
He gently removed the flannel jacket she wore and wrapped it across her bleeding torso, trying to create some type of pressure to cut off the blood flow. He saw the shotgun lying on the floor and realized who she was.
He picked it up and proped it up in a chair next to her.
He felt bad for her. The people who died that worked here, they knew what the were fucking with. But this girl was a civilian, she didn't deserve this.
In a final act of good faith, Rainer took off his suit jacket and placed it over her.
He briskly left the room. The infirmiry has hemostatic medicine and other supplies.
"Now this is going a little too far. Is there a big neon sign out there that says 'GUNCLUB MEETING'?" Rainer said aloud.
Yet another person had entered the mansion through the lobby. He breifly spoke with the woman, before heading upstairs. This was getting extremly tiresome. Rainer stood, and left the room. Outside in the hall was a single virus carrier in stained lab clothes.
"Ungh" It complained.
Rainer took out his Glock and shot it in the face. Blood smacked against the wall behind it, and liquids trickled down it's face as it collapsed. He stepped over the body, disgusted with the rotten smell. He rounded the corner and opened a glass door leading into labratory C. Awaiting him there was a breifcase.
Rainer cleared off the table with his forearm, knocking papers and other things to the floor. He set the breifcase down and opened it. Inside was several vials, plastic bags, and a paper. It was tissue samples for the Hunter 130s, and a breif documentation the lab boys had put togeather.
On the farside of the room was an 11 foot stasis cell. Within it was the Prototype Tyrant that had been under development in the labs. It was deemed a failure, but Rainer didn't know why. All he knew is that he was both insulted by White Umbrella because some asshole hit the wrong button, costing them millions.
The Tyrant was a cross between a normal Tyrant seeker, and a Licker. The foul beast with the impossibly long tounge. It was very disgusting looking. No wonder they deemed it a failure. It looked like it would fall apart if it tried to stand up.
Both of it's arms were nearly bare bone, covered in a thin red muscle, ending in Tyrant like claws on both hands. It's legs were of the same fasion, withought the claws.
It's chest was impossibly thin, it's ribcage almost exposed. It's head was the most gruesome.
It had no eyes, ears or nose. Just teeth. Humanoid teeth, in a constant grin, mocking Rainer from across the room.
Rainer had remembered hearing that it had something wrong with it's digestive system, and would starve to death, even if it ate.
Apparently, food couldn't reach it's stomach.
"Piece of shit." Rainer said to it, before closing the breifcase, and walking out of the room. He still had to go to the B3 Generator room, activate the self-destruct sequence. He was going to make this. He had to.
* * *
As Ethan entered through the back door, he immediatly noiced a woman. "Freeze." He said, raising the baretta to eye level. "Jesus!" she yelled before running away. "Wait!" Ethan said, chasing after her through the blood smeared halls. He lost track of here in the rat maze of a mansion. He felt lost, alone, until he saw his friend, and teammate Alex meandering through the halls. A broad smile appeared on Alex's face as he saw Ethan.
"Spike, good to see you man!" Alex said.
Spike had been Ethan's nickname for as long as he could remember. He didn't even know who made it up. One day, people just began calling him it.
"Yeah, good to see you too Al." He replied. "Any luck on the lab entrance?"
"None at all." Alex said, frowning.
"I saw a female scientist. I thought she could lead me to the labs, but she ran off." Ethan said.
"Lets try to find her." Alex said.
"Okay, but lets split up, we can cover more ground that way."
"Yes sir." Alex said, spinning on his heel and heading the opposite way.
* * *
Rainer had reached the boiler room doors. As he reached for the handle, he noticed something. A circular indent next to the door, half filled with a crest, showing half a sun's head.
"What..no...they didn't. They didn't! There's no reason to lock down the room...they didn't!"
The small indent was part of a locking mechanism. Since the other half of the sun's head was gone, he couldn't get in. The piece could be anywhere, and anyone of the assholes roaming the grounds could have found it already.
"Fuck!" Rainer yelled, turning around. He ran to the large steel door at the end of the hall and opened it, greeted by a large staircase leading up to B2.
He began his ascent.
* * *
On his way to the labs Tom had encountered few virus carriers, most were his former collegues. He was just about to go down the stairs to B2, when he heard voices, and footsteps of someone or something running. He ducked to the side as the facility supervisor, Mr. Rainer, stormed by. Tom tilted his head as he saw that he was in such a hurry. He quickly slipped into the labs before the door snapped shut behind him.
* * *
Alex walked away from Spike, looking around for the woman scientist. "Hello? Miss? We're here to help!" He spoke aloud. No answer. He continued on, shooting a virus carrier that got in his way, an stepping over it's corspe.
There was a sudden shrill scream from the room next to him, and Alex kicked in the door. He almost jumped back in horror. The woman was cowering in the corner from..a monster.
It was like a normal man, but..inside out. It was skinless, it's hands and feet ending in claws. It had no eyes or ears. It's brain, however, was exposed.
Alex noticed its tounge sliding out of it's mouth. Out, and out, and out. It began to poke at the face of the woman, even though she was several feet away.
Alex wasted no time in firing at it. A jagged line split open it's brain and dark juices spilled out. It collapsed to the floor, spasiming a tattoo of blood on the carpet before laying to rest.
Alex looked at the woman. "You okay?"
* * *
Rainer stepped out of the thouroghly destroyed office. He had tore it apart looking for the Half-Crest, but it wasn't there. He tried to think of where it could be. There was a study up on the second floor. He could check in there. He exited the hall through a door to his right, walking through a dinning room and entering the main hall.
He walked over to Alyssa Capone's body. "Stupid Bitch." He said, kicking her. He was satisfied by the sound of ribs cracking.
He ascended the flight of stairs and went into the door leading from the balcony to the east wing. He began down the hall when he heard someone walking rather loudly past. He jumped to the side and crouch down next to a cabinent. Soon enough, one of those tresspassers blundered by.
Normally, Rainer would have shot him right then and their, but there were others.
When the man dissapeared from sight, Rainer continued on. The sound of gunshots ahead startled him. He rounded a corner just in time to see a man putting down a virus carrier.
He kicked in a door and fired more shots. "You macho little shit." Rainer thought as he snuck up behind the man. "You okay?" The man said.
Rainer sliped behind the man and put the Glock to his head.
"You're not. Now drop your weapons and put your hands up, if you don't mind." Rainer said, rather harsher than he expected.
"And who the hell are you?" Replied the man.
"No questions, just action and fast." Rainer said, pressing the glock harder.
The man reluctantly dropped his SMG. It clattered to the marble floor. He turned around to face Rainer. "I need to know." Rainer said. "Have you seen any sort of crest with half a suns face on it?"
"No."
"You could be a very rich man if you give it to me."
"I told you, I don't have it."
"Fine then."
Rainer pushed the gun forward and turned his wrist, hitting the man in the forhead with the butt of the gun, knocking him to the floor. Rainer stared at the woman crouched in the corner, one of the scientists..Ellen something...
He turned around and ran out the door.
* * *
She nearly jumped out of her skin when suddenly lights flickered--glass shattered and the room dimmed again. Instinctively when the bulbs blew, she covered her head from shards of glass to prevent any unnessecary injury. Hmph. A few lights had managed to sustain themselves to offer some insight into the expanse of her so-called refuge. Brows arched.
"Go figure. Only abandoned mansion in all of Mississippi." She grumbled, ignoring the gnawing protests of angered dogs. Leaving muddy foot-prints in the foyer, the woman made her way to the banister, clever grey eyes scanning the scape. Puffs of archaic dust rose as she walked only furthered her dishoveled appearance, the air moldy yet somehow--dry. Nothing made much of a noise as riding boots aided her ascent upwards in the mansion, careful not to drag the firearm too low.
"Hello?" A faint hope of somebody else glimmered. Nope. Nothing registered as a sound. Hope was squelched as she continued her climb, breath coming a little hard to her. The air was impossibly thick with god knew what--she winced, consigning herself to breath through her mouth. As a child Jonatha had suffered from Asthma and even though she grew out of it, it wasn't uncommon for a person to have re-occuring side effects. Shortness of breath was one of them. Quiet reflection shortened the strain on her body.
Acrid. Foul. As soon as she'd arrived on the landing the air had changed from moldy to--was that rotting flesh? A wince, the woman immediately covered her mouth with her flannel shirt, cringing as she glanced around. Just beyond a healthy looking plant legs jutted out. Legs. Rats gnawing away at--human. Legs. Limbs. HUMAN.
"Sweet Christ!" She mewled, oblivious to the looming creature just feet behind her, perched in a recess of a rafter. Gagging on her own oxygen, she whipped around and made a bee-line back down to the main hall--a sick thud slid down behind her. The poor woman hadn't even a moment to bolster her body as she skidded on her heel, shotgun leading her line of site. Hunched over, viciously grinning, dear Christ, did it have claws? a Licker perched, precious few feet up the stairs. Grey oculars widened, voice los--
"Ugh." The woman cried, suddenly finding herself at the base of the stairs. Her ears rang, her ribs cursed at her--a corpse slumped in the middle of the stairwell. Decrepit yet unanimated. Blood oozed. Blood. Memory flashed.
She'd pumped the gun with deadly precision. But that's when that thin--brain-exposed creature had lept at her, a lolling tounge just as frightening as the rest of it. Impulse had almost killed her--but at the same time, saved her when she pulled the trigger. Jonatha edged herself up on her elbows. That's why her ears rang--but why was she down here? Had it been the recoil?
Slowly, those grey eyes scanned down her body.
Jonatha screamed.
The thing had slashed a vicious streak across that chest, her clothing tatters. Human terror proscribed her from looking at the wound directly. But--but! But blood slicked everything--how had there been so much? The red-head began sobbing uncontrollably, wanting to hug herself--but it hurt so much! Christ--it hurt!
"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god..." Chanted Jonatha, almost trying to crawl away from her own body. "Oh god, oh god.. god, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts--oh god, oh god, oh god..." trembling fingers gathered the tatters and parted them, tears streaking down that sweat/blood/mud-covered face. Her chest was mere ribbons, four or five strips of quivering flesh cut clear down to the sternum. Even what little cleavage she did own, christ--"Oh my god.. god, god, god, fuckin' god.. fuck... shit... oh god..." her stream of pleas changed into string of swearing, the woman still crawling backward until her back hit cool marble of the wall. Ragged breaths between sobs soon brought the woman into shock, adrenaline kicking in to ease her panic. The pain dulled for a precious moment, the throbbing surceasing long enough for the woman to assess her situation. Still shaking, another glance at her torso made her grimace. Fuck.
"I gotta... I gotta get... get help..." She whimpered, nearly panting. The ache streaked across her body when she wobbily rose, using the wall for support. Not at all stupid enough to leave her gun--Shit! Nearly falling as soon as she tried to stand on her own, she hugged the wall, the cool surface a relief to flushed cheeks. There was a door just beneath the second story--cardinal senses telling the red-headed woman it was to the east. Perhaps, God! A phone--please let there be a phone. It was so hard just to open the door--her hands were numbing. Lightheaded, the woman took one wiff of the air behind that hall--it slammed, and she slid down it's frame.
All the woman could do was weep--shotgun firmly in hand.
* * *
Alex came out of his daze and felt a surge of pain in his forehead. "Son of a bitch!" he screamed invouluntarily. He glanced around in a haze of red to see the girl wasn't there. He rolled over onto his side and passed out again.
* * *
Rainer stopped in mid jog after he heard the explosion of a shotgun echoing through the halls. It was hard to tell which direction the shot had come from. "Must have been the woman." He said to himself.
Rainer opened another one of the many doors in the labarinth of halls that made the Empire Estate. It was a small bedroom. Rainer immediatly checked the obvious places for the crest.
Behind paintings, in books, under the matress.
Then he moved to the unobvious places. In the desk, in the garbage bucket, under pillows.
Nothing. It wasn't in this room. Rainer cryed out in fury ashe kicked te lamp off the desk. It hit the floor and shattered, plunging the room into darkness. He stormed out of the room and slammed the door shut behind him.
He rounded the corner in the hall and landed in the hands of a virus carrier. It's bony, dry fingers brushed at his face and he put the glock to it's chin, pulling the trigger. He backed off as fluids splashed out of it's head.
He kicked the thing as he walked by, exiting the hall through the door and into the balcony over looking the main hall.
He immediatly assessed the situation.
A dead Licker collapsed on the stairs. Bloodsplatters at the bottom of the stairs, with a trail leading to the west wing door. Rainer cautiously walked down the stairs and followed the smeer of blood. He opened the door and out fell a woman. Maybe in her mid twenties. Red hair and grey eyes. Her chest was torn up and bleeding like a stuck pig. She was unconcious, probably passed out from bloodloss.
Rainer winced as he picked her up, cleaning of the dining table that took up the whole room, and placing her on it. She was very dirty, caked with mud and different parts of plants, asside from the blood.
He gently removed the flannel jacket she wore and wrapped it across her bleeding torso, trying to create some type of pressure to cut off the blood flow. He saw the shotgun lying on the floor and realized who she was.
He picked it up and proped it up in a chair next to her.
He felt bad for her. The people who died that worked here, they knew what the were fucking with. But this girl was a civilian, she didn't deserve this.
In a final act of good faith, Rainer took off his suit jacket and placed it over her.
He briskly left the room. The infirmiry has hemostatic medicine and other supplies.