RESIDENT EVIL: NEW FEAR
By SallyX
Prologue
The man in the white lab suit casually walked over to the table adjacent to his previous position. The project that he had been working on lay on the table, in a small beaker, the purple liquid inside was transparent but highly dangerous. After putting protective gloves on himself, the man picked up the beaker and began to walk towards the test subject.
The test subject, a mere hobo who was picked up off of the city streets was laying on a bed unconscious. His eyes were open, but he was not awake. The man in the white lab coat carefully began to take the stopper out of the beaker when the announcement speaker came on. "Warning, three of the zombie cages has been damaged! Zombies are walking loose around the facility; security is working on it as I speak. Be careful and alert all workers!"
After listening to the message, the man whirled back around to look at his test subject. The man's name was Robert Jones. He had been there when they picked him up, he was scared shitless. "Please don't hurt me! I'll give you my cardboard box! It's all I have!" He had continued to yell as he tried to hold back the tears in his eyes. I don't blame him though, I would ball my eyes out too if a strange black van rode up next to me, and the men inside open the door, grab me, then slam it shut again. I'm surprised this guy didn't have a heart attack and die before we even got back to the plant.
The purple liquid was now no longer in the beaker, but now in a needle. The man was bringing it back over to the test subject table to inject the man with the liquid. All was going according to plan, the man smiled. Almost as soon as the man raised the needle a spine tingling noise shot through the air. "Unnnh."
Zombie! The man frantically turned around to see a zombie nearly fifteen feet away, slowly walking toward him, arms out stretched. Damn! The man thought as he tried to grab the gun in his lower right pocket, while still holding onto the needle. The zombie was getting closer.
The man almost had it in his reach, but the horrid stench of the zombie made him drop it. Jesus, that smells like rotten eggs mixed with sour milk roasting in the sun, it smells like…death. The man knew he had to grab it within ten seconds or he'd be dead.
"C'mon, c'mon!" He yelled, fumbling through his pocket and finally grabbing his gun. He pulled it out and was about to point it at the undead creature but it was too late. The zombie lurched forward towards the man's neck and began chomping on it until it was nothing but a gaping hole in his body. Blood poured from the neck wound as the man screamed for help.
With one last burst of energy the man pushed the zombie away, and the zombie collapsed on the floor, but he knew it wasn't dead. The man tried to walk but was stumbling and felt drugged. He tried to walk to the exit door but tripped over the zombie's body, totally forgetting it was there. He lost all balance, as his body went to the ground and the needle flew up into the air. The projectile needle was coming back down, and landed in the man's back.
His body began to slowly change, turning his hand into a massive claw, and his head turned a one eyed red-orange skinned demonic face. He slowly got up and at the same time the zombie did as well. The blood hungry zombie lunged toward the man in the white lab coat, who was now more of a creature in a ripped white lab coat. However, the zombie as dumb as it is was slashed by the creature's claws. The zombie head was sliced off completely, and the neck wound splattered out blood as if it were Ol' Faithful. The headless body fell to the ground.
The man in the white lab coat suddenly realized he still had a little bit of his mind left inside of him, and tried to speak. However, only a roar emitted. Oh no! What the hell is happening to me? I…I need…I need…his one eye glowed a deep red, I need food! The creature, who was beginning to look less and less like a human by the minute. He was transforming, and he was transforming fast. Very fast, faster then the virus was supposed to change someone.
Just then two armed Umbrella guards stormed into the room, only to be horrified when they saw the creature looking back at them. "Shit! Let's go back and get more back-up!" One of the men yelled.
The other nodded and they quickly ran as fast as they could, as far away from that beast as they could. The beast, who no longer had control over himself, or had any human traits left (his mind was now gone as well) edged its way up the steps and out of the laboratory. Umbrella had to control this beast now, it was a powerful weapon. They had created it to be that way.