It is you last Mission, Mr. Death
The time went fast, the countdown next to zero. He was short on time.
The great Mr. Death was about to die. It was impossible, the mission had to be simple.
He just had to recover a few samples of a virus of the Umbrella.
And now he was locked in a lab next to explosion and don't found way out of it. He had survived at missions that seemed impossible, and now he was trapped like a rat.
"No, no. It isn't possible!" he thought, a Licker leaped at his feet, from an adjacent wall, red and exposed muscles darted at every movement of the creature, his long tentacular tongue glossy of saliva that darted cutting the air, his large, big and black claws scratched the white, polished floor.
HUNK lifted his trustly Matilda, a 9mm, custumized gun, and fired off a shot accurately targeted to the exposed brain of the Liker, who died without realizing of his enemy.
Five minutes to the explosion of the structure, the staff is asked to immediatly leave the perimeter said the fermale voice of A.I. of the lab.
He want to leave to the structure but every door is locked.
"It's your last mission " he said to himself. But suddendly the doors, before hopelessy blocked, is unlocked. He ran avoiding the last obstacles and paying attention to the samples, placed in a briefcase who he carried with him, and reached the helipad, where the helicopter was waiting him.
He was the only survivor in this mission, as for the other. But this time also Mr. Death had seen, even if for a moment, the cold and indifferent face of death.
Author's Note
It's my second story in this site :). Thank The95Will and Roseimagine for having reviewed the last story. I hope that you enjoy this and tell me if there is something wrong either grammaticha that in the syntax.
-Alexei Wesker