DrakeZero/DMX RP (Dead Space)

[DrakeZero]

"Shit that religious bull crap...I've never understood those Unitologist, that we come from a marker or whatever they say." he paused. "Are you and your brother Unies?" he asked as he continued to search the dark room.

[DragonMasterX]

"Am not," Michael answered, taking on an opposite route to make sure they were split but not far away to look for a way to light the place up, "I'm sure Jeremy isn't either. This place shouldn't have Unitologists in it... CEC established the colony on behalf of the government, and I doubt the Unitologist Church and it are on good terms," he paused, his hand feeling for something familiar, "Hey, I think I found the switch..."

Michael flipped it on; the electricity seemed to be working as the room filled with bright light. He looked to his left as he felt someone stare at him. Right in front of him there was a bloody head upside down, arms hanging out of some sort of hole indented on the wall, that was surrounded by several other square-ish holes, some of them closed or opened. Michael became frozen, gasping once before suddenly going silent, his eyes behind his RIG's helmet becoming paralyzed at the sight of the corpse's expression of agony. Michael slowly spun, suddenly noticing what all the markings were. Blood. More corpses and bloody body parts lay scattered in the room they had come in.

A morgue.

[DrakeZero]

Though initial startled himself, Drake chuckled a little. "Huh....I was sure that shaft lead to the labs, and not the morgue." He came up beside Michael who he could tell was shocked. "But beggers can't be choosers eh?" he said trying once more to lighten the mood, but the tone of his voice was nerved. This wasn't a good place to be.

Suddenly a yelping noise was heard and he swore he saw something leap down. "Did you see that?" Drake said sternly with his cutter drawn. His eyes scanning the bloody room.

[DragonMasterX]

Michael was about to sting back at Drake for causing him that kind of scare, but then he suddenly forgot about it as the yelp alerted him. He held his Plasma Cutter in hand and began scanning the area, but was unable to find anything in clear sight. Then again, suddenly a cracking sound echoed in the morgue, as if something sturdy had cracked, but cringy, as if just beneath that sturdy thing was something soft.

Michael widened his eyes as he watched some fresh blood start tricking on the floor not too far away from them and join the bigger puddles. That's when he lifted his vision and to his horror he saw some sort of deformed human torso split-open at the ribs with membranes connecting his arms and torax, headless and legless. The new creature had apparently pierced a corpse's cranium with its elongated tail's probsobic, and as its 'lungs' which were actually saggy and bloated bladders spasmed it began injecting some sort of liquid inside the dead body.

The corpse began twitching.

"Fuck! What IS that thing?! What's it doing?!" Michael snapped, his hands surely pointing at the creature but without Drake's command he didn't want to do anything rash.

[DrakeZero]

Drake stood frozen as he watched the corpse twitch violently as it seem to come back to life. He could hear the man groan but soon it turned into a beastly roar as blades started to sprout from it's arms.

"Shit!Fire!" Drake yelled taking aim at the bat like creature, but he was too late as it leap off the corpse in time and away from his shots. He cursed at the missed opportunity, but soon saw there other problem as the newly changed corpse now stared at the two for a moment and charged them with it's arms flaying around.

[DragonMasterX]

"What the shit!!" Michael gasped, starting to fire, but the creature was coming at him way too fast! The newly born Slasher suddenly pounced Michael as he was the closest, and the boy had missed all four of his remaining shots, not having given enough time to reload.

"Guaaah!" Michael groaned as the Slasher grabbed him suddenly, digging its teeth onto his neck and started chomping at it, "GAAAAAAAAAH!" he yelped, blood spurting from his neck as Michael began pounding the weapon on the Slasher's back, the sturdy tool making it stutter long enough for the young man to push the hostile creature away from him and give him a power hook at its face with the weapon, sending it back stuttering. Reaching to the bite with his hand he clutched to prevent anymore blood loss as he prepared his remaining medi kit for medigel administration, "Finish it off, while it's dazed!" he shouted to Drake.

[DrakeZero]

"Die, you ugly mother fucker!" Drake yelled as he rushed the slasher and shot it's head off then it's two arms in quick session. The creature gurgling from it's now exposed throat before tumbling down.

"You okay?" Drake said kneeling down to his partner as he helped him use the medi-gel. "Fuck I should have nailed him and that.....shit where is that bat thing?" He darted around, and could hear the small yelping throughout the room, but he couldn't see him. And with all these corpses....."Jesus christ....Michael get up! Now!"

[DragonMasterX]

As the medigel got to work, the anesthetic properties of it calmed Michael's pain, the suit quickly regenerated the neck wound and his RIG's health bar turned bright blue again. He sighed in relief and stood up, "Where did it go?! If that thing can do what it just did with all the corpses here..." he briefly paused, "We gotta kill it!" he proposed.

[DrakeZero]

"Duh, but first we have to do something else." Drake promptly walked up to the first body he saw and started shooting removing the head and arms quickly. "Quickly start dismembering the bodies. It can't reanimate them if their torn apart!" Drake shouted as he continued to fire.

[DragonMasterX]

Michael nodded and turned to the pile of bodies near him. He quickly loaded second clip of plasma energy into his cutter since it was empty. He was about to start shooting but then he realized something. He rushed the body and then, with an audibly grunt, he suddenly smashed his heavy boot on a corpse's leg, the RIG's magnetic boot adding force behind the stomp and shattering the legs of the corpse off, "Don't waste ammo! We can use our boots!" he yelped, grunting as he continued stomping and dismembering the bodies. It was butchery and descecration of the dead, but they would turn up dead next if they didn't hurry.