Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2009 15:58:48 GMT -6
Hello. Yes it's me, the guy who left his CYOA to die like an old man in a zombie-infested shopping mall. A lot of stuff has been going on, and I pretty much had no real direction with the old one. So now I've decided to do a new CYOA with Brad and Jesse. A lot of it will be backstory on how they came to Willamette, and why. Starting out, it will go along with the original story(cept for the Prologue) so you can skip it if you like. How much this strays from the original is up to you though.
[glow=red,2,300]Dead Rising:DHS Agents[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300]Prologue[/glow]
What? Did you just say zombies? -Frank West
The chopper came above the hills, and proceeded to the town below. The passengers, one man and one woman, sat calmly and silently. Now wasn't the time for talking. The man, Brad, sat thinking over the situation.
This doesn't make sense. HQ is worried about something. Yet why weren't we told anything? Hopefully this Dr.Barnaby can provide some real answers, Brad thought. He looked over at the female passenger, concern in his eyes. But why did they make Jesse come to? She isn't ready for an assignment like this, especially one that must be more than it currently appears. Damnit...
Jesse sat quietly and looked out the window. She looked at the snowy peaks as the chopper passed over them. Beautiful, wish HQ would send us to places like those mountain caps. She sighed. Well, hopefully this so-called assignment will be just as intresting. She extremely doubted this though. But, nothing could be as bad as sitting in a small office, filing papers. Occassionaly she was needed to trace a call, but that didn't happen often. And DHS was starting to look less and less than what Jesse had expected when she first got the notice to come in for a job interview. DHS was impressed by her record. Most people were.
She looked over at Brad, who she realized, was just looking at her. He quickly turned and looked out his window however. Brad was thinking something over, Jesse could just tell.
The chopper came into view of a town. Brad sat up straighter in his chair and said to the pilot in the cockpit behind him, "that's it. Willamette, Colorado. The local mall is our target. The big building in the center of town. Can't miss it."
He leaned back in his cahir and sighed. he then looked at Jesse.
"You sure you're up to this? I can call HQ and you can-"
"I'm fine, Brad," said Jesse. "I'm perfectly capable of handling anything you can. Maybe it's you who might need to sit this one out." She smirked, and looked back out the window.
She looked back at Brad. "Besides, neither of us want to go back. We both think leaving HQ is like leaving Hell."
Odd, thought Brad. On a day like this, people should be out and about. But it's quiet...
The chopper hovered over the helicopter pad and started its descent. Brad had a bad feeling. He still didn't like the situation. The helicopter landed down and Brad and Jesse climbed out. The chopper started its ascent....no, that can't be right.
Brad keyed in the pilot's channel on his radio.
"Pilot what the hell do you think you're doing? You're supposed to stay here and wait for us to return."
The radio only made static for a second, then responded. "I don't know what HQ told you, but HQ told me to drop you guys off, and head back. I'm just following orders."
"Yeah well follow my orders for the moment. We don't know what's going on, we may not be in the correct place."
The helicopter still ascended. No reply came from the radio.
"Well?" said Jesse.
"He's not coming back. At least right now. HQ gave him orders to leave us. But we were told he would be staying. No, none of this makes sense."
"Well, regardless of our pilot friend, we need to-what?!" She stopped and stared at the sky. Brad turned around and looked where she was staring. The helicopter was still visible, as was another one, black as night, preying on it. The black helicopter circled theirs, forcing the pilot to descend. As their chopper started hovering down, Brad's radio reacted.
"Mayday, mayday. Unknown aircraft circling my position." The radio was silent, then "whoever is flying it, is a damn good pilot. I'm taking her down."
"Copy that," Brad responded. Both Brad and Jesse watched as the black chopper forced theirs to descend.
"Looks like someone doesn't want us here. He wants us to get back in and leave." Jesse stared intently at the black chopper circling the air above the mall.
Just as the DHS helicopter touched the roof, the black chopper swooped down:in a direct beeline for Brad, Jesse, and the helicopter.
Brad reacted just in time. He put his shoulder to Jesse's and rushed forward into a football tackle position. They both flew out of the way of the speeding blades. Brad could feel the whoosh of the air propel him halfway through the charge. A second sooner, and that force of wind would become force of steel. They both hit the ground, hard. Brad rolled off Jesse just in time to see the predator chopper ram the DHS chopper, running it's blades into the other's. It was easy to see which helicopter was designed for shock-proof blades. The predator's ripped into the DHS's and it cut into the cockpit. No pilot could survive that. Whether in the attacking, or defending chopper.
Brad realized he was wrong, as the predator chopper ascended above the wrecked piece of machinery. Brad could see several flames created from the sparks. If those flames hit the-
BOOOOOOOM!!!!![/I]
The DHS copter exploded when the flames touched the fuel line. Brad put his head in his shoulders, and yelled at Jesse to do the same. Eventually, the smoke cleared, and Brad and Jesse stood up. Brad looked to the sky, and saw a black dot flying off.
"Whoever they were, they're gone now." Brad took out his radio and keyed in HQ's signal. "Hello, HQ. This is Brad Garrison. An unidentifyable helicopter destroyed ours. Please respond."
........Static.
"It may be the mountains," said Jesse, smoothing her outfit of dust and ashes. "They're blocking the signal."
Ironic, acknowledged Jesse in her thoughts. To think such beauty could ruin our whole damn mission. She looked at Brad. He was staring at where the predator chopper last was seen. He was silent for a moment, then,
"Well, no use standing here waiting for HQ's response. Let's get inside." He motioned to the door a few yards away. "Maybe there's a better device we could send a signal with."
Jesse nodded, and they both went through the door.
They went down the stairs.
"Hmmm, these rooms look like storage areas. And oh, what's this?" Jesse went though the far door and sat in the chair. She stared transfixed at the monitors. "So this is the security room. We can use this to find Dr.Barnaby. She started flipping through the cameras. "Odd...," she murmured, looking through the cameras. "The mall is empty. On a day like this?"
"It's Sunday. Perhaps the citizens close the mall on Sundays."
Jesse still wasn't convinced. She put the thought in the back of her mind however, and kept searching. "Then why would HQ tell us Barnaby is here?"
"He's not a civilian to this town. He's visiting."
"Why? What's in this town? It's in the middle of nohwhere." She didn't even look at Brad. She kept monitoring. She loved cameras, and the secrets they record.
"Like I keep saying, none of this adds up."
Jesse looked through several more viewscreens, then finally spun around to face Brad. "Well, I can't find anything."
"Wait, that one."
"Huh?" Jesse turned around and looked. Her eyes locked on a single monitor. "Ah..." On the monitor was what looked like the entrance to the mall. There were many people, Jesse counted 10, in front of the doors. But something was wrong. The doors were barricaded up with benches, trash cans, plants, and many things you'd find in a lounging area. There were alos what looked like people behind the blocked doors, trying to get in. What in the world?, thought Jesse.
"I'm going to check it out." He looked at the map on the wall. Hmm, seems they're right below us. How lucky are we?" He went into the next room. It was containing a large air dict system, and what looked like the mall's generators. They must turn everthing off and on and specific moments. He spied a door, just like the map suggested. He opened it and looked down the hallway. Noone. Where are all the maintenance workers? thought Brad. He looked back at Jesse. Can you see the Doctor?
"No, but he must be down there somewhere. But it doesn't help that we don't even know what he looks like."
"Well, keep looking. And Jesse,"
"Yes, Brad?"
"Watch yourself. There's something-"
"Not right with this whole thing. I've got it Brad."
He stared at her for a second, and then went down the hallway. He got to another door. Unlocked. Hmmm. He went and found himself on a balcony of sorts. I went to the edge and saw exactly what the monitor revealed. Barricaded doors, trapped people, more people watching those people. He looked to his right and saw someone walking towards some more benches and the like. So he was helping with this barricade. He saw him come to a fenced area, where a squatting man poked the younger man with a cane. Both of them looked rather odd. Brad thought he saw a camera around the younger man's neck...
"My Madonna!"
Brad's concentration was disurupted by a scream. Sounded like an old lady. He peered over the side of the rail in front of him, and saw an old lady ripping the benches off the doors. She seemed to be screaming about someone important to her. He then saw a dong amongst the people behind the soors. It barked joyfully at its master, almost as if it was amused by it breaking through the doors. Several men tried to stop her, but she threw them right off. That's one helluva lady, thought Brad. He then saw the people once trapped behind the doors, trample the old lady, and....start to eat the men thrown on the ground.
"What the hell is this?" Brad then ran to the center of the walkway-right above the scene-and shouted, "What in the hell are you people doing? Run! Quick, get out of here!"
He then ran back to the security room to tell Jesse. Something was indeed wrong here.
"Jesse!"
"Brad!"
Jesse ran up, then stopped, almost as if she just realized what she was doing. "Um, what is going on down there? The monitors-"
"I'll explain later. Do you have your gun?"
Jesse cringed at the word. Yes she had her gun, and she hated herself, mankind, and especially HQ for it. She pulled it out of her back pocket and showed it to Brad.
"I also found someone."
"Who?"
He then looked and saw an old man next to the ventilation system. His jacket revealed he was a maintenance officer for tha mall, probably the manager of the generators and such.
"Um, Brad Garrison." He shook the hand of the old man.
"Otis Washington."
"Okay then. Now, we have to-"
The door opened, and Brad instinctively went for his gun. He was mad at himself, but glad he didn't fully pull it out when the door opened. In walked the younger man Brad had seen with the old man. He looked over his shoulder. Noone else? "Where are the others?"
The man looked behind him, expecting a good deal of smiling faces. Oh joy, a saint is among us, Brad thought. The man looked back at him. "I don't know," he said in a voice befitting his attitude. "I hope they got away."
Brad knew what that meant. Those things...
Then, out of nohwhere, Otis grabbed a nearby blowtorch and started welding the door the man had just come through. brad was wondering why he was doing this, then he realized it was for the best. The man was just about to stop him though.
"No, as long as those things are in the mall, we better not use this door."
The man nodded in agreement, although rather reluctantly. Brad went over to the vent and examined it. He listen to its inside.....nothing.
"Um, what are you doing?" This was his first question, but Brad could already tell this guy was asking too many questions. Brad answered, in a tone hopefully giving the man the idea of how exasperate Brad was to be explaining.
"The air ducts, they'll get us back into the mall."
"You wanna get back in there?"
Brad ignored him, and crawled into the ducts.
"Nice camera. You're a photographer?" Jesse stared at the man.
"As a matter of fact I am. Frank West, photojournalist." He held out his hand. Jesse had know what Brad was thinking about this guy, she was glad they agreed on something. "Can I see some pictures Frank?"
Frank slowly let his hand drop. He reluctantly handed the camera to her. She grabbed it and looked through the pictures. Nice camera. This guy's no pro, but he knows his camera equipment. Jesse had once taken a photography class, though she couldn't get over the idea of having to spy on people to get the real "scoop." She flipped through the pictures. She glanced the same snowy peaks she had glanced on the way here. She then thought of the pilt, and his demise. She then stopped, at a certain picture. An old man, poking his cane through a security gate in the mall. She looked over the man, and saw the visitor sticker on his shirt:Dr.Barnaby.
"I took that one near the Entrance Plaza," Frank said. "That guy do something?"
This guy asked a lot of questions.
"No. Thanks for showing me though." Jesse replied stoutly. She handed Frank back the camera, and started walking back.
"Wait, who are you guys?"
Jesse hesitated, thinking over DHS protocol. She then remembered what she could say, without causing a fuss. "I'm Jesse, the man you saw earlier is Brad. That's all I'm authorized to tell you." Damn! She let slip she's an official, with the use of the word "authorized." Now this guy won't stop asking questions. She walked back into the Security Room. She knew this one was going to bite her in the ass.
Chapter 1:One hell of a Journalist
Brad climbed out of the vent. "Whew." He examined the area. Noone around. He headed and saw an elevator. He got in and had it take him to the first floor. He went through the warehouse and through the hallway. He stopped at the door, knowing it would lead to Paradise Plaza, according to the map. Time to see how far these things have gotten in. He opened the door. Damn.
What do you do?
Search for food.
Find a portable map.
[C]Go back in warehouse and talk to the others.
[glow=red,2,300]Dead Rising:DHS Agents[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300]Prologue[/glow]
What? Did you just say zombies? -Frank West
The chopper came above the hills, and proceeded to the town below. The passengers, one man and one woman, sat calmly and silently. Now wasn't the time for talking. The man, Brad, sat thinking over the situation.
This doesn't make sense. HQ is worried about something. Yet why weren't we told anything? Hopefully this Dr.Barnaby can provide some real answers, Brad thought. He looked over at the female passenger, concern in his eyes. But why did they make Jesse come to? She isn't ready for an assignment like this, especially one that must be more than it currently appears. Damnit...
Jesse sat quietly and looked out the window. She looked at the snowy peaks as the chopper passed over them. Beautiful, wish HQ would send us to places like those mountain caps. She sighed. Well, hopefully this so-called assignment will be just as intresting. She extremely doubted this though. But, nothing could be as bad as sitting in a small office, filing papers. Occassionaly she was needed to trace a call, but that didn't happen often. And DHS was starting to look less and less than what Jesse had expected when she first got the notice to come in for a job interview. DHS was impressed by her record. Most people were.
She looked over at Brad, who she realized, was just looking at her. He quickly turned and looked out his window however. Brad was thinking something over, Jesse could just tell.
The chopper came into view of a town. Brad sat up straighter in his chair and said to the pilot in the cockpit behind him, "that's it. Willamette, Colorado. The local mall is our target. The big building in the center of town. Can't miss it."
He leaned back in his cahir and sighed. he then looked at Jesse.
"You sure you're up to this? I can call HQ and you can-"
"I'm fine, Brad," said Jesse. "I'm perfectly capable of handling anything you can. Maybe it's you who might need to sit this one out." She smirked, and looked back out the window.
She looked back at Brad. "Besides, neither of us want to go back. We both think leaving HQ is like leaving Hell."
Odd, thought Brad. On a day like this, people should be out and about. But it's quiet...
The chopper hovered over the helicopter pad and started its descent. Brad had a bad feeling. He still didn't like the situation. The helicopter landed down and Brad and Jesse climbed out. The chopper started its ascent....no, that can't be right.
Brad keyed in the pilot's channel on his radio.
"Pilot what the hell do you think you're doing? You're supposed to stay here and wait for us to return."
The radio only made static for a second, then responded. "I don't know what HQ told you, but HQ told me to drop you guys off, and head back. I'm just following orders."
"Yeah well follow my orders for the moment. We don't know what's going on, we may not be in the correct place."
The helicopter still ascended. No reply came from the radio.
"Well?" said Jesse.
"He's not coming back. At least right now. HQ gave him orders to leave us. But we were told he would be staying. No, none of this makes sense."
"Well, regardless of our pilot friend, we need to-what?!" She stopped and stared at the sky. Brad turned around and looked where she was staring. The helicopter was still visible, as was another one, black as night, preying on it. The black helicopter circled theirs, forcing the pilot to descend. As their chopper started hovering down, Brad's radio reacted.
"Mayday, mayday. Unknown aircraft circling my position." The radio was silent, then "whoever is flying it, is a damn good pilot. I'm taking her down."
"Copy that," Brad responded. Both Brad and Jesse watched as the black chopper forced theirs to descend.
"Looks like someone doesn't want us here. He wants us to get back in and leave." Jesse stared intently at the black chopper circling the air above the mall.
Just as the DHS helicopter touched the roof, the black chopper swooped down:in a direct beeline for Brad, Jesse, and the helicopter.
Brad reacted just in time. He put his shoulder to Jesse's and rushed forward into a football tackle position. They both flew out of the way of the speeding blades. Brad could feel the whoosh of the air propel him halfway through the charge. A second sooner, and that force of wind would become force of steel. They both hit the ground, hard. Brad rolled off Jesse just in time to see the predator chopper ram the DHS chopper, running it's blades into the other's. It was easy to see which helicopter was designed for shock-proof blades. The predator's ripped into the DHS's and it cut into the cockpit. No pilot could survive that. Whether in the attacking, or defending chopper.
Brad realized he was wrong, as the predator chopper ascended above the wrecked piece of machinery. Brad could see several flames created from the sparks. If those flames hit the-
BOOOOOOOM!!!!![/I]
The DHS copter exploded when the flames touched the fuel line. Brad put his head in his shoulders, and yelled at Jesse to do the same. Eventually, the smoke cleared, and Brad and Jesse stood up. Brad looked to the sky, and saw a black dot flying off.
"Whoever they were, they're gone now." Brad took out his radio and keyed in HQ's signal. "Hello, HQ. This is Brad Garrison. An unidentifyable helicopter destroyed ours. Please respond."
........Static.
"It may be the mountains," said Jesse, smoothing her outfit of dust and ashes. "They're blocking the signal."
Ironic, acknowledged Jesse in her thoughts. To think such beauty could ruin our whole damn mission. She looked at Brad. He was staring at where the predator chopper last was seen. He was silent for a moment, then,
"Well, no use standing here waiting for HQ's response. Let's get inside." He motioned to the door a few yards away. "Maybe there's a better device we could send a signal with."
Jesse nodded, and they both went through the door.
They went down the stairs.
"Hmmm, these rooms look like storage areas. And oh, what's this?" Jesse went though the far door and sat in the chair. She stared transfixed at the monitors. "So this is the security room. We can use this to find Dr.Barnaby. She started flipping through the cameras. "Odd...," she murmured, looking through the cameras. "The mall is empty. On a day like this?"
"It's Sunday. Perhaps the citizens close the mall on Sundays."
Jesse still wasn't convinced. She put the thought in the back of her mind however, and kept searching. "Then why would HQ tell us Barnaby is here?"
"He's not a civilian to this town. He's visiting."
"Why? What's in this town? It's in the middle of nohwhere." She didn't even look at Brad. She kept monitoring. She loved cameras, and the secrets they record.
"Like I keep saying, none of this adds up."
Jesse looked through several more viewscreens, then finally spun around to face Brad. "Well, I can't find anything."
"Wait, that one."
"Huh?" Jesse turned around and looked. Her eyes locked on a single monitor. "Ah..." On the monitor was what looked like the entrance to the mall. There were many people, Jesse counted 10, in front of the doors. But something was wrong. The doors were barricaded up with benches, trash cans, plants, and many things you'd find in a lounging area. There were alos what looked like people behind the blocked doors, trying to get in. What in the world?, thought Jesse.
"I'm going to check it out." He looked at the map on the wall. Hmm, seems they're right below us. How lucky are we?" He went into the next room. It was containing a large air dict system, and what looked like the mall's generators. They must turn everthing off and on and specific moments. He spied a door, just like the map suggested. He opened it and looked down the hallway. Noone. Where are all the maintenance workers? thought Brad. He looked back at Jesse. Can you see the Doctor?
"No, but he must be down there somewhere. But it doesn't help that we don't even know what he looks like."
"Well, keep looking. And Jesse,"
"Yes, Brad?"
"Watch yourself. There's something-"
"Not right with this whole thing. I've got it Brad."
He stared at her for a second, and then went down the hallway. He got to another door. Unlocked. Hmmm. He went and found himself on a balcony of sorts. I went to the edge and saw exactly what the monitor revealed. Barricaded doors, trapped people, more people watching those people. He looked to his right and saw someone walking towards some more benches and the like. So he was helping with this barricade. He saw him come to a fenced area, where a squatting man poked the younger man with a cane. Both of them looked rather odd. Brad thought he saw a camera around the younger man's neck...
"My Madonna!"
Brad's concentration was disurupted by a scream. Sounded like an old lady. He peered over the side of the rail in front of him, and saw an old lady ripping the benches off the doors. She seemed to be screaming about someone important to her. He then saw a dong amongst the people behind the soors. It barked joyfully at its master, almost as if it was amused by it breaking through the doors. Several men tried to stop her, but she threw them right off. That's one helluva lady, thought Brad. He then saw the people once trapped behind the doors, trample the old lady, and....start to eat the men thrown on the ground.
"What the hell is this?" Brad then ran to the center of the walkway-right above the scene-and shouted, "What in the hell are you people doing? Run! Quick, get out of here!"
He then ran back to the security room to tell Jesse. Something was indeed wrong here.
"Jesse!"
"Brad!"
Jesse ran up, then stopped, almost as if she just realized what she was doing. "Um, what is going on down there? The monitors-"
"I'll explain later. Do you have your gun?"
Jesse cringed at the word. Yes she had her gun, and she hated herself, mankind, and especially HQ for it. She pulled it out of her back pocket and showed it to Brad.
"I also found someone."
"Who?"
He then looked and saw an old man next to the ventilation system. His jacket revealed he was a maintenance officer for tha mall, probably the manager of the generators and such.
"Um, Brad Garrison." He shook the hand of the old man.
"Otis Washington."
"Okay then. Now, we have to-"
The door opened, and Brad instinctively went for his gun. He was mad at himself, but glad he didn't fully pull it out when the door opened. In walked the younger man Brad had seen with the old man. He looked over his shoulder. Noone else? "Where are the others?"
The man looked behind him, expecting a good deal of smiling faces. Oh joy, a saint is among us, Brad thought. The man looked back at him. "I don't know," he said in a voice befitting his attitude. "I hope they got away."
Brad knew what that meant. Those things...
Then, out of nohwhere, Otis grabbed a nearby blowtorch and started welding the door the man had just come through. brad was wondering why he was doing this, then he realized it was for the best. The man was just about to stop him though.
"No, as long as those things are in the mall, we better not use this door."
The man nodded in agreement, although rather reluctantly. Brad went over to the vent and examined it. He listen to its inside.....nothing.
"Um, what are you doing?" This was his first question, but Brad could already tell this guy was asking too many questions. Brad answered, in a tone hopefully giving the man the idea of how exasperate Brad was to be explaining.
"The air ducts, they'll get us back into the mall."
"You wanna get back in there?"
Brad ignored him, and crawled into the ducts.
"Nice camera. You're a photographer?" Jesse stared at the man.
"As a matter of fact I am. Frank West, photojournalist." He held out his hand. Jesse had know what Brad was thinking about this guy, she was glad they agreed on something. "Can I see some pictures Frank?"
Frank slowly let his hand drop. He reluctantly handed the camera to her. She grabbed it and looked through the pictures. Nice camera. This guy's no pro, but he knows his camera equipment. Jesse had once taken a photography class, though she couldn't get over the idea of having to spy on people to get the real "scoop." She flipped through the pictures. She glanced the same snowy peaks she had glanced on the way here. She then thought of the pilt, and his demise. She then stopped, at a certain picture. An old man, poking his cane through a security gate in the mall. She looked over the man, and saw the visitor sticker on his shirt:Dr.Barnaby.
"I took that one near the Entrance Plaza," Frank said. "That guy do something?"
This guy asked a lot of questions.
"No. Thanks for showing me though." Jesse replied stoutly. She handed Frank back the camera, and started walking back.
"Wait, who are you guys?"
Jesse hesitated, thinking over DHS protocol. She then remembered what she could say, without causing a fuss. "I'm Jesse, the man you saw earlier is Brad. That's all I'm authorized to tell you." Damn! She let slip she's an official, with the use of the word "authorized." Now this guy won't stop asking questions. She walked back into the Security Room. She knew this one was going to bite her in the ass.
Chapter 1:One hell of a Journalist
Brad climbed out of the vent. "Whew." He examined the area. Noone around. He headed and saw an elevator. He got in and had it take him to the first floor. He went through the warehouse and through the hallway. He stopped at the door, knowing it would lead to Paradise Plaza, according to the map. Time to see how far these things have gotten in. He opened the door. Damn.
What do you do?
Search for food.
Find a portable map.
[C]Go back in warehouse and talk to the others.