"This way," Hunk's teammate said as he jerked his MP5 down the hallway to the left. Normally, Hunk would be on point but it wouldn't matter by the end of the mission anyway. Soon, his teammate, codenamed Cobra or something like that, would be dead, just like all the rest. Mr. Death always came back alone.

Hunk and Cobra made their way through the tunnels underneath the sewers of Raccoon City, making their way towards their mission objective.

In the next room over, completely oblivious to Hunk and Cobra stood William Birkin, marveling over his brainchild, the G-Virus. He had figured out the formula for the anti-virus, Devil, earlier that day but that didn't compare to the G-Virus. Stopping it was easy, creating it was a completely different story.

"It's sheer perfection," Birkin spoke, almost obsessively as he opened the case holding his deadly concoction, "My precious G-Virus, no one will ever take you away from me."

Birkin removed a sole tube from its cradle and then shut the case. As the G-Virus case locked itself into place, the door on the furthest side of the laboratory opened and Hunk and Cobra stepped in.

"There he is," both soldiers trained their MP5s on Birkin, whom had snatched up the Virus and pointed a small handgun at his uninvited guests.

Clearly outnumbered and outgunned, Birkin began slowly walking away, "So you've finally come."
Moving outside of the doorway, his gun still trained on Birkin, Hunk replied, "Doctor, we're here to collect the G-Virus sample."

"Sorry but I won't just hand over my life's work." As he spoke, Birkin continued to back up until he hit a desk. His arm slid across it, knocking over several canisters and test tubes. Hearing the smashing equipment, Cobra shot off half a magazine into Birkin's right side.

"Stop it!" Hunk commanded as he pushed his teammate's gun barrel away from Birkin. "You might hit the sample."

Hunk walked up to Birkin and picked up the G-Virus. "That's it alright. Okay, let's move out."

Hunk filed out of the room. From his shoulder strap, a voice spoke, "Alpha team, have you retrieved the sample yet?"

Pulling the radio out from its holster, Hunk pressed the transmit button and replied, "Affirmative. We'll be at the rendezvous point in one minute." With that, he placed the radio back into it's pouch and continued walking down the hall towards the rest of his team.

From behind him came an inhuman scream of pain and fury. Hunk and Cobra turned around to see a hulking monster with a massive right arm bounding towards them.

Hunk flung himself backwards, the creature's claws just missing his throat. Scrambling back to his feet, Hunk's chest was hammered by the creature's right arm and Hunk flew back, smashing into the hallway wall. The G-Virus case slipped from his hand, the contents all scattered across the floor.

Hunk sensed death approaching, but it wasn't coming for him. Death never went for him, always the people around him. This was the part of the mission where all of his comrades die and he's left alone yet again.

The creature that was once William Birkin grabbed a handful of the G-Virus samples, injected himself with them and thundered past Hunk, intent on killing Cobra.

Sitting up, Hunk saw the sole G-Virus vial Birkin didn't inject into himself. Tucking it away into one of his extra magazine pouches, Hunk stood up and drew out his combat knife, ready to take on Birkin.

"Nooooo!" Birkin had closed in on Cobra and raised his arm. Before he even had time to think about reloading, Cobra sat dead, a giant gash in his chest.

Hunk crept up directly behind Birkin and stabbed his combat knife into his shoulder. Birkin turned around to his left, and Hunk rotated around, keeping Birkin's back directly in front of him.

As Birkin swayed his head back and forth, looking for the person that had stabbed him, somewhat on his back seemed to move, pulsate almost. Noticing this, Hunk pulled the combat knife out of Birkin's shoulder and stabbed it into the moving lump on his back.

Birkin roared furiously clawing at his back in an attempt to remove the knife, Hunk took hold of the knife, ripped it out and shuffled backwards, as Birkin continued to flail about in pain and anger.

As Birkin began to regain his senses, Hunk's other two teammates rounded the corner.

"What is that thing?!"

"Fire! Fire!"

Hunk dropped down, just escaping the bullets flying through the corridor. There was a momentary cease fire and Hunk heard one of the team scream, and their body drop to the floor. Hunk began to look up but flattened himself as more gunfire ripped through the air.

"Oh my god!! Aaaauggghh" The last to die had a claw stuck in his throat. As Birkin removed it, the body slid down the wall, landed with a thump and toppled over.

Birkin stood, perhaps marveling over the death and destruction he caused. Hunk moved silently, putting the combat knife back into it's holster, it would only get in his way. Stepping up behind Birkin, Hunk wrapped his left arm around Birkin's body mass, the other rose up and grasped what used to be Birkin's chin. Squeezing his face, Hunk pushed Birkin's head to the left, then quickly snapped it back around to the right. A loud bone cracking noise was heard, and Birkin staggered forward, Hunk releasing him from his grasp.

Hunk stepped back a step, watching Birkin. He shouldn't have staggered forward, he should be dead. Birkin apparently was not dead, for he whirled around and clubbed Hunk upside the head with his arm. Hunk flew back, smashing his back into a sewer grating. His vision clouded and he slumped over, unconscious.