Kakashi Hatake — Roleplayer Guild

Roland cocked his head sideways as the man seemed to become uncomfortable realizing who he was and the situation they found themselves in. He would have loved to reminisce but time was not a factor that was on their side, in fact life was not even a factor they had on their side right now. Roland lowered the gun against his better judgement as he spoke lowly but quickly towards the man:

"Wasn't my car anyways, I just happened to be in when you beaned it with an SUV and as much as I would like to talk about old days, and people I worked with. Well to put it plainly there is not time nor luxury at this point. Were beat up, no car, its night, and the shamblers are already on us, so if you want to help then help, if not then start walking because at this point none of us might not be going much further."
Roland was a bit harsher then intended but his head felt like he had been cracked in the skull with a damn brick at full force, and even worse he had a bunch of wounded people with Shamblers on their necks already. There was no telling how much longer they had before those flesh eaters arrived, and they were on a bridge so they had to move now before they were surrounded on each side. It had happened once already and he was not going to find himself in that situation again. Roland turned as he made his way back to the man he had been with before,  leaning down and looking, upon closer inspection it looked like he had bleed out pretty good, however the wound the blood emitted from did not seem all that bad. But some good news was it looked like the wound was clotting and the bleeding was lessening.

"Stay here a moment, rest for just a bit, the wounds does not look bad and it appears to be clotting up."

Roland got up as he went around the car and saw another man in the grass, shining the flashlight on him he saw the gash on the side of his head. Roland walked to the man as he bent down, wiping his nose he felt the warm gush of blood coming out of his nostrils, he sighed as he wiped his nose again, the last thing he needed was a blood trail. He ignored his nose bleed for the time being as he replaced his 22 and pulled out an actual LED flashlight, clicking it on he spoke:

"Your got a good gash in your head here, I am going to wrap it tightly to close it, you might feel slightly light headed for a moment but it will pass. I am not a medic, but I have limited training for superficial wounds."

Roland stuck the flashlight in his mouth as he picked up the roll of bandage off the ground, unrolling a piece he stuck it on the wound.

"Tis gon smart, hod stl"

Roland spoke through the flashlight in his mouth as crunched the skin a little bit with the bandage and then started to roll it tightly to keep the wound closed long enough so it would stop bleeding. Roland wrapped the wound a couple times around as he finished it off by tieing it tightly together. Removing the flashlight from his mouth he could hear a small voice saying they needed to go, his heart started to pound as the blood was still dripping from his nose and to the ground. Taking some of the gauze he ripped it and stuck it up his nose to stop the bleeding.

"Come on, no time to lay around, we got company and they are expecting dinner."

Roland took the roll of bandage as he went back to the man near the front of the car and bent back down as he looked at his arm again. This much blood from such a small wound, couldn't have just been normal, Roland started to think that perhaps this man had some kind of genetic disease that made open wounds bleed by a lot. Then again with the pounding in his skull, and the moans in the distance there was no time to figure out medical history. Roland took the gauze and wrapped the small wound the best he could tieing it off, hopefully that would help stop the bleeding. Everything was uncertain right now, his mind was racing a thousand thoughts a second and he just felt like throwing himself off the bridge, he hoped to hell he had not suffered brain damage and he was bleeding inside his skull. Roland shook his head as he tried to still his thoughts, he needed to calm down, concentrate, panicking and freaking out would not help him or the others. Closing his eye's for just a moment he breathed deeply in then out a couple times as he steadied himself. Climbing back up he replaced the flashlight in his vest and pulled the 22 back out. Walking to the head of the car near the larger man he spoke to everyone, making sure to keep his voice a bit lower.

"I know none of you know me, and I am new to this group... I don't care to be the leader at this point... but we gotta get moving and we gotta get moving right now.  Everyone grab what you need, whatever that may be, leave what isn't needed. If you need help walking then speak up, we gotta get our shit together right now or we won't be seeing another sunrise. Those shamblers are on their way, an I don't intend to be here when they arrive. Five more minutes then we need to move."

Four weeks prior
Washington D.C.
Mercy Hospital
3:40 pm

Roland held the MPK5 tightly in his hands as he stood beside the shattered glass door that lead into the Mercy Hospital, behind him and on the other side of the door were three other men. The first a rather large black man, with a bald shaven head, a lot of of height and a lot of muscle, he was the bear of the group... hell maybe that's why they called him Bear besides all the body hair he had. The second was the smartest of the group, a white man, Hacker as they all called him, he was a small mousy like man with a crew cut and not a lot of muscle, but he was well trained none the less. The third man was Ibanez, a Mexican man who was best known for his tactics and a mean left hook. Their fourth and final man was Boomer, their demolitions expert, he wasn't much of hand to hand or gun play, but he loved to set explosives and there wasn't an entry point he couldn't open. Then there was Roland himself the Commander of their squad, Viper Squad, a named earned from their fast execution of plans, and their quick and direct ends to intense situations. They were among the best, and they earned the sediment. In retrospect it was just another day to the four men who were outside the doors of what was described as the largest hostage crisis in their time. The bad thing was that they did have much information to go on, from what had been known, the hospital was full of people, an all of a sudden people just went mad and started killing other people... violently from what was heard. The call had come in from a scared nurse who managed to sound the alarm, she had said something about the dead, but she had been so hasty that a lot of what she had said was spastic and fast. All Roland knew was that they need to be quick but careful in this situation, putting his fingers up silently he made a small series of hand sighs to bear and Ibanez.

He told them to breach and clear on three, two by two formation, and to follow Roland and Hacker. Roland put three fingers up and slowly put them down. The moment his third and last finger went down Roland quickly breached the broken hospital doors with Hacker as Bear and Ibanez quickly followed in behind, each of them checked corners for possible enemies but it was clear. When they entered the main foyer they all came to a resounding stop as each one of them was shocked at what they saw, the entire foyer was filled with bodies of all ages. The entire entrance was ram shacked, blood, guts, body parts, all forms of human anatomy were spread over the area. In all his year on the force Roland had never seen such a sight in his whole life, he was used to body parts, hell out of them all he had seen the most, bombings, terrorist cells. But this... this was something else entirely. Roland slowly lowered his gun, it was completely silent in the hospital, no screams, sounds, gunshots, nothing... just an unsettling silence. Roland slowly raised his fingers to the other three men to keep their eye's open as he reached up and put his finger to the headset in his ear and pressed the transmit button.

"Base... its a blood bath in here. It looks like a pack of wolves ram sacked the place and tore everyone open. What is our orders?"

"Commander your orders remain, neutralize all threats and find possible survivors. Base out."

Roland didn't like this, he had been on over fifty or more successful operations while on the force, but this was... this was nothing he had ever witnessed before. 

"You heard the Chief men, search and destroy any and all threats and rescue civilians. Bear your with Hacker, Ibanez your with me, stay in two's and do not deviate from each other. I don't know what's going on here, but its nothing we have faced before. Bear, Hacker go left, me and Ibanez will go right. We clear the first floor then meet at the east stair well, if you find anything of interest or otherwise, radio in immediately."

Bear and Hacker nodded and they veered off to the left, Roland took the lead and motioned for Ibanez to follow him. Roland kept his gun raised as he clicked on the flashlight, many of the lights were shattered leaving the hallway darkened. 

"Ibanez keep your eye's and ear open for any and all movement and sound, I don't like this at all, something just isn't right"

"Yes Sir"

Roland continued along the hallway there was a lot less body parts but the blood was still rampant, but there odd thing was the farther they went there were no bodies to go with the blood. In fact for the amount of blood on the floor, there had to be bodies unless they were all dragged away, but their were no drag marks, just bloody foot prints on the white tile.

"Commander we got movement up ahead. Over."

"Copy that Bear, proceed with extreme caution"

Roland kept walking slowly forward, but he saw nothing but overturned gurneys, bloody patient robes, scattered office supplies, chairs, everything but bodies. He was hoping to god he was not going to stumble upon another wall of bodies, in the past terrorists of certain cells killed all their hostages and stacked their bodies up to inspire fear. But the signs just were not there, nothing made sense, even terrorists were not this sick in the head to do this kind of damage. The sudden gunfire threw Roland on edge, it was short and ended quickly as it seemed to echo the empty hospital.

"Bear, Hacker, report." 

"Some crazy person sir, looks like a patient, tried to attack us we had to put him down..."

The line suddenly went silent as Roland heard the screams of Hacker coming from across the hospital. Roland was quick as he motioned to Ibanez they both double timed it back into the main foyer. Avoiding the bodies they heard more gun shots as Bear was yelling. Roland increased his speed as his heart was racing. As they turned the corner, Rolands heart seemed to stop, Hacker was on the ground twitching slightly with what seemed to be a bite wound to his neck. Bear was in front of him, a body lay on the ground sprawled out with bullet marks from head to toe. Roland shouldered the MPK5 and slid to the ground as he quickly looked over Hacker, the wound was incredibly deep, he was going to die if he didn't get treatment.

"Quickly! Bring over the gurney, get him into one of the rooms, now!"

Bear quickly grabbed one of the overturned Gurney's as he wheeled it over, Roland and Ibanez lifted Hacker as they rolled him into one of the various rooms. Roland was quick as he wrenched up cabinets and grabbed medical supplies, laying them all on the table beside himself he grabbed open one of the gauze pads and quickly applied it to the wound to try and keep pressure on the wound.

"Bear what the hell happened!?"

"I don't know Sir, we were securing rooms and we spotted someone down the hallway. We approached cautiously, and we called out to them when we saw the medical garb they were wearing. The person turned an almost immediately charged us, I shot him down, direct to the heart. We thought he was dead, there was no way he couldn't be, Hacker went to check his pulse and the man bite him in the neck. Thats when I lite him up."

Roland worked feverishly as he listened to Bear recount his story, what the hell was going on here?! Roland didn't have time to contemplate, he quickly took a role of gauze and started to wrap Hacker's neck. But the blood was coming out too quickly, his juggler was struck in the bite. Roland wasn't a damn medic and he barely knew what to do as it was, when Hacker started to violently seize Roland quickly spoke.

"Bear hold his feet, Ibanez get his head!"

Both men quickly grabbed Hacker as he seized for another couple moments, blood shot from his mouth as he slowly went still and stopped breathing.

"No damn it no Hacker stay with me!"

Roland quickly wrenched open a locked drawer as he saw many different syringes, he quickly over looked them, trying to remember his brief medical class. Finding the syringe marked adrenaline he ripped it out of the paper and jammed it into Hacker's chest and pumped it in. Grabbing a plastic face mask he put it over Hacker's mouth as he tilted his head back and administered mouth to mouth. Pushing on his chest with his hand Roland listened for a heart beat, but there wasn't one. 

"God damn it Hacker come back!"

Roland did mouth to mouth again as he pushed on Hacker's chest, but he did it to no avail, Hacker was dead. Roland was silent as he closed his eye's and gritted his teeth. Kicking over an operating tray he pounded his fist on the counter, breathing deeply he contained his anger as he turned and pushed his finger to the head set.

"Base this is Roland, we lost Hacker, copy."

"Continue on point Commander, your mission is still a go."

"Hacker is dead god damn it, there is something we have not faced here before, something wrong here. We need to retreat and come back with a full team. Over."

"Negative Viper Squad your mission stands. Over."

Roland ripped off the head set and slammed it into the cabinet as it broke into pieces, what the hell was HQ thinking!? There was something he wasn't being told here, something he was not informed of. Roland looked at Bear and Ibanez as they both held the same look of frustration he did. It was then that they all heard the sounds of moans, Roland turned his head towards the table where Hacker was, all three of them saw movement. Bear immediately went towards the table but Roland stopped him with his hand, no, something was wrong, Hacker was dead, he knew it. Roland took the MPK5 off his back and into his hands as he watched Hacker slowly come back to life, leaning up his eye's were white, his pupils completely gone. Roland quickly backed out of the room as Ibanez and Bear followed, gripping the door Roland slammed it closed as it clicked. Hacker got off the table as he came up to the door and his face smashed into the window in the center. As he started to bang on the door Roland started to piece together what was happening here, the lack of bodies, the eaten corpses, scattered body parts, but that wasn't possible. It was a fucking horror movie that you went to watched in a dark theater not something that could happen in real life. It was then that Roland heard several moans on each side of them, slowly but surely doctors, nurses, and patients started stumbling into the hallway. 

"Form up now!"

All the men got back to back as they all took directions, the dead filled the hallways as Roland gritted his teeth, they some how knew about this and they send them in anyways. But he wasn't going to die here! He was not going to lose the rest of his men either. As the dead closed in Roland spoke:

"Fire! Fire! Kill them all!"

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Present Day
Car Crash
Unknown Location
Unknown time

Roland slowly opened his eye's as everything was blurry for a couple moments, the first thing he noticed right off the back was the pain shooting through his entire body. He had almost no recollection of where he was or why he was in so much pain in the first place, or why he felt so damn light headed. All he knew was he felt incredibly weak, and incredibly tired, he slowly started to close his eye's again as if to go back to sleep, however he quickly opened them as he saw a flash of memory from before the crash. The memories started to quickly flood back into his head, the vivid dream of Mercy Hospital leaving his thoughts. Shaking his head a little bit he felt the twinge of pain in his neck, he remembered now... he had been in a cop car with a bunch of other survivors, they had been driving and then it got a little blurry but he could remember a very strong impact... a car hitting them maybe, it was still a little fuzzy. At the end he finally realized he was strapped upside in the police car, he could hear some muffled voices and the environment around them was dark now, and the worst was the sound of distant moans from the outside, that truly woke him up as he moved around feeling the tenderness in his body.

"Oh shit... I have not hurt this bad since combat training and my drill instructor beat the hell out of me to teach me a lesson." 

Roland spoke feeling the dryness in his mouth, he was guessing they had been out a fair while. Once he got upright he knew when the blood rushed out of his head it going to smart, but he had suffered a lot worse in retrospect in the past. Slowly reaching down he pulled the knife from its sheath and found the intersection of the seat belt, jammed his feet into the seat in front of him and jammed his free arm against the other seat, he positioned himself so he wouldn't fall and cut the seat belt, feeling the strain in his arm and the pain he quickly lowered himself down and slowly made his way out the broken window. Reaching back in he slowly brought out his black bag and his rifles as he sat on the tarmac, and let the dizziness fade. Re opening his eye's he reached into the black bag and took out a water bottle, taking a gulp of the water he swished it around his mouth and then swallowed it as the fuzz in his mouth subsided. His head hurt like hell, reaching up he felt a small gash on the side of his head, but it seemed to be dry and flaky.

"Next time I drive guys..."

Roland spoke lowly more too himself then anything else as he got up, pulling the rifles over his back he pulled out the 22. and put his hand over the flashlight attached to it and clicked it on. Thankfully it was not shattered, grabbing his pack he slowly got to his feet and made his way around the car where he saw the man he had meant before, and the little girl as well he seemed to be consoling her. Hearing the moans again it put him on edge, but they were aways off as of yet so he kept his wits about him. Walking up to the man and the girl he slowly took a knee as he breathed a little heavy, his chest was still tight from the weight of the seat belt. slowly moving his finger little off the flashlight he illuminated both the man and the girl.

"How is everyone holding up? No don't answer that if you feel like I do then I already know the answer." 

Roland slowly made his way to the driver as he shined the light on him and the saw the mass amounts of blood on him, he looked pretty damn bad.

"Stay still buddy."

Roland looked at the possible wounds, but when he heard someone yelling towards them, regardless of what he was saying Roland pointed the gun in that direction and illuminated the man getting a look at him, seeing the gun at his side he slowly got up. Keeping the gun pointed, he remembered what had happened now, the man had ran into them going at a pretty damn fast speed, that much he remembered. Like there wasn't enough trouble, now there was this guy who had just beat the hell out of them with stupidity.

"Not to be mean, but you just nearly killed us all, so excuse me if I don't trust you at this point. An at this point I am not taking any chances so keep that gun at your side, lift it up and Ill put a bullet between your eye's..."

Roland was cold perhaps but in this new world, it just didn't pay to take chances, even with someone who claimed to be local S.W.A.T even though ironically he was part of the same.

"Who are you, Im S.W.A.T too, maybe I know you..."

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