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Resident Evil: Redemption
Awakening
I can still taste spring.
This was the last lingering thought of USS agent Green 4 as he regained consciousness resting against a wall in the bowels of an underground tunnel. The floor felt wet and dank, yet had a rough surface as he shakily felt along the floor beside him among a number of debris. Finally, he found what his hands craved for; Green 4's 9mm submachine-gun, the Heckler and Koch MP5. He took comfort as he held it into the proper gap between his shoulder and arm and sat up-right against the wall, yet his comfort soon turned into worry as he looked about himself.
Where am I?
Shifting between the uncomfortable taste of spring and blood in his mouth, he quickly took in his surroundings. The walls themselves seemed to have taken on a color of dark gray quality and pipes lined the walls, more than likely carrying gas, in a horizontal fashion crossing along the seemingly endless tunnels. At a closer look, bullet holes and blood splatters coated the walls surrounding Green 4.
It was difficult to see through the fractured, red tinted glass openings in his gas mask, but he was also able to make out the distinct figure of two forms dressed in grey combat fatigues overlapped with body armor; they were also wearing gas masks underneath combat helmets, no different from what he himself was wearing. One lied still at the corner opposite of Green 4 while the other seemed to be standing against the wall…three feet in the air.
Sliding himself up, Green 4 took a closer look at the nearest operative who lied still on the ground. Closer inspection granted Green 4 a cold calculation of the man's body. It was literally torn in half. The lower half of the body was only a foot away from the rest of the corpse. What a mess. There was no doubt this man didn't enjoy the last moments of his life as the person's innards slid out of his body with rats feasting on the entrails with a strange ferocity. Green 4 took any ammo he could salvage from the mutilated body (given his situation, he believed he would need it) and walked to the other near the wall.
This man was in no better shape than the one torn in half. He was suspended in the air by a detached metal railing rammed into his chest. The wound leaked blood at a steady rate of drips falling onto the floor leaving a small crimson pool. He watched as the drops created a small wave throughout the puddle of blood.
I don't know if I want to meet the person who could do this to a man.
While scavenging through the bloody ammo and supplies he found, Green 4 happened upon two items. The first was a simple, green bandana wrapped around the man's brachial. There was a hastily written 2 written in marker on the wrapping. Looking at his own arm, Green 4 noticed the same wrapping only with a 4 written on it. Shrugging it off, he took out the next item of curiosity. It was a key card and he examined the all-so-familiar emblem of the mega pharmaceutical corporation, "Umbrella," breathed Green 4 with disdain. The design incorporated an eight sided pattern of red and white triangles built into the familiar design of a flat umbrella. Along with the logo was the bold printed words "Level 4 Access" and next to that was the picture of a woman. She was obviously of the Asian persuasion with long hair pulled back by a hair band and her brown eyes were shielded with black framed glasses. The name Yoko Suzuki was in bold letters next to the picture. Green 4 felt as if it reminded him of something.
Do I know her? Green 4 stashed the card away along with his other supplies.
Green 4's steps echoed as he left the dead operatives. He felt only silent hate towards them. He didn't know why, or rather didn't remember why.
While marching away, Green 4 laid his hand on his black helmet, slightly grazed from battles he couldn't account for, as he tried to scratch his head out of his usual habit when confused. An emptiness of memories and incidents drained his mind. He couldn't remember where he was or what he was doing in such a god-forsaken place which in turn frustrated him.
Green 4 sighed as walked over and took a moment to examine the wall that was found above the location he regained consciousness; it seemed to have developed a large cavity with cracks extending far beyond its center.
"Agh!" A noise throbbed from within Green 4's psyche as if a buzz saw was trying to cut through steel. He laid his hand on the wall breathing rapidly with his vision blurring. Green 4 closed his eyes and collapsed soundlessly onto the floor trapped in his memories.
-FLASH-
Green 4 kept cover behind the bullet ridden wall while sneaking a look around the corner at the half torn Green 3, chances of survival dwindling with each second. At least she has a chance.
Not far from Green 4 was Green 2 who now had bigger problems than a rogue agent to deal with. Green 4 watched silently from the corner as Green 2 fired wildly into the dark tunnel. The tunnel responded in kind with a tremendous roar and a metal rail.
"Oh shit," breathed Green 4 as a metal railing flew through the air, struck Green 2, and puncturing his lungs; in turn, effectively pinning him to the wall as an explosion of blood sprayed from his torso creating a twisted sprinkler of crimson.
Feeling the movement of Green 4's previous team's executioner in the darkness, Green 4 leaned out from his corner and fired a burst of rounds into "its" grotesquely built chest; the rounds punctured the midsection, yet had little to no effect at all on it. "Its" wounds healed nearly instantaneously as it roared in rage and lifted "its" claw arm in defiance, the prominent eye staring him down all the while. Green 4 took three instinctive steps back as he fired off his weapon in sporadic bursts; shells ejecting from the side of the weapon all the while. Eyes opened wide, he ducked and felt the claws barely scrape against his helmet, yet "it" swung again from the missed angle like a misshaped scythe and struck the agent on the right side of his ribcage (the bullet-proof vest taking the blunt of the force).
Green 4 flew in the air and grounded his teeth as the back of his skull slammed into the wall. The crash into the wall gave an outrageously loud roar through the dark tunnels. Yet while hearing the yelling orders of other USS squads' leaders, even while their weapons discharged 9mm rounds as they made contact with their target, even while their screams followed the rage of the great monstrosity they were hunting, Green 4 smiled and kept one thought on mind as he slipped into unconsciousness.
I can still taste spring.
-FLASH-
Green 4 gripped at his chest as he tried to steady his breath and balance from the sudden intense mental trauma. Once calm, he took a moment to collect his thoughts.
What kind of memory was that? This is a lot to take in, but there's more to it though. He groaned as he stretched out his sore shoulders and took a deep breath. I'll figure it out later. First, I need to get out of here. I can contact the other teams once I reach the surface.
Following the nearby passageway he woke from, tracing his hands along the walls in the darkness, Green 4 found a ladder leading up to a manhole after passing several passages. How did I know this was here? Green 4 shrugged the question off and climbed the ladder. He pushed the heavy cover away once he reached the top and climbed out of the tunnels into the darkness of a city. In the middle of an empty street he could see a bright light high above on a building, but his damaged gas mask blinded him with a sort of satanic glass window vision.
Damn gear.
Green 4 threw down his helmet and took off the gas mask underneath. A stale, yet warm, September breeze ruffled his short, black hair slightly. He looked up to read the neon sign.
J's Bar?