~A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first Resident Evil fic, and I really hope
that you like it. The names of the people and the school are all fictional,
and any similarities are just really coincidental. If you like it, and I
hope you do, please review. It could even be like a one-liner like 'good'
or 'bad', but anything that you say will make me happy. Your reviews keep
me going, and so that I can post all the rest that I have done already. Oh
yeah, I don't own Resident Evil or anything, and no copy right infringement
is intended.
"I'm sorry, but you're going to have to provide the proper identification before I can allow you to come into this part of the facility," the balding man stated pointedly before returning his previous task; playing a racing game on his computer console.
The diminutive brunette that he'd been talking to balled her fists in apparent frustration, but made no other outward sign of anger, resolving herself into smiling sweetly at the man that seemed to insist on ignoring her.
"Well, sir, I'm here to see my uncle..." she paused for a second as she scoured her memory banks for the name of any scientist or researcher she had gone over during her briefing some hours earlier, "...Jordan Slade. As you may know, he's a head researcher here, and obviously higher up than you. I doubt he'd be pleased to hear how you're treating his favorite niece," she finished with a smile only to match that of the fat man in front of her, who seemed as pleased as her.
"Well, I'm glad to hear you know of Ms. Slade. I'm sure she'll be happy to hear her niece was in after you vacate the premises. I'm going to have to call security."
With a slight twitch of her already balled fists, the girl inwardly cursed herself for not studying the files she was given more closely. "Okay then, but there's no need to call security, I can let myself out thank you very much."
The receptionist scoffed at the girl before turning his attention back on his game, failing to notice that she not only remained where she was, but appeared to be looking around the room carefully. As a particularly hard turn came up on the game, his attention fixed onto the task at hand, the man also failed to notice the girl unsling her backpack and procure from it a black nylon rope.
Feigning that she was exiting the building, she turned around, rope behind back, and started down the hall before stopping just under a stationary camera. She counted under her breath to ten, and then jumped up, yanking the cord from the back of the camera with ease. Satisfied that the camera was now inoperable, she crept down the hall with her back to the wall, continuing her counting routine. After she reached ten, she sidestepped right three times, and hastily walked six more paces forward, and stood where she was, eyes fixed on the next camera, as it swiveled past her harmlessly, with her in it's blind spot. After it passed over her, she stepped under it and dispatched it in quite the same way she had the first. After the camera discontinued moving, she walked leisurely back up to the reception desk, where the man she nicknamed 'Grumpy', swiveled towards her.
"What are you doing back here? Like I said earlier, you're not going to get by this way! You delivered the parcel for your "uncle" now leave; we can handle it from here!" Grumpy shouted angrily, rising from his seat as she approached.
After reaching the desk, she gave one more quick glance around before turning back to the man, and punching him squarely in the temple. He dropped without further complaint, and she went quickly to work tying him firmly up and stashing him behind his own desk.
After standing up and ceremoniously brushing her hands together, she headed towards the entrance to laboratory B. She stopped abruptly though, and as if an afterthought, headed back towards the counter where she retrieved her parcel from the pile Grumpy had placed it in. She turned around and continued back to the door, studying the package in her hands carefully. After much consideration of it, she reached up her sleeve and procured a small silver and black knife, and after gracefully flicking it open, tore into the packaging tape, revealing inside the box a Desert Eagle.
Satisfied with the box's contents, the girl threw the box casually over her shoulder, silently hoping that it would hit Grumpy, and walked through the door, completely ignoring the biohazard sign emblazoned on it.
She ended up in an antiseptically white hall, the left and right sides occupied by equally white doors with an elevator straight ahead and thankfully devoid of any human life. Before stepping any farther into the room, she leveled herself with the door, and shimmied right carefully, until she was right under yet another camera. After the camera stopped moving, she kneeled down and took off her backpack, tipping it upside-down, and allowing the contents to spill to the floor. She sifted through the pile, separating what was there; a headset, 2 full clips for the Desert Eagle that was now also on the floor, a small flashlight, a pair of black gloves, a tube of lipstick, a small digital camera, a lock pick set, a nondescript aerosol can, a cell phone, and a length of black rope with small silver clips attached to it. She grabbed each item in turn, and tucked them into separate places on her body, each carefully camouflaged on her entirely black outfit. Lastly, she delicately placed the gloves onto her hands and grabbed her gun, and considered whether she should load it or not, finally deciding that doing so would be a good precaution.
Satisfied, she picked up the now empty backpack, and made her way to the far end of the hall calmly, knowing full well that she wouldn't be caught in this stage because the doors to the left and to the right of her were fake, her only problem being the elevator, which would alert her of any danger far before it ever came.
She tapped the "down" arrow lightly when she reached the elevator, and sharply turned to her left; fixing her attention on the grate of a ventilation shaft set a few feet above her head. She procured her knife once again, and after opening it again, jumped up and wedged the blade in the shaft's grate. She both used the effects of gravity on the way down, and a tug, to pull the grate down with an almighty crash. She cringed despite herself, and looked around as a precaution. Satisfied that she wasn't heard, she balanced the grate between her knees and jumped up, grabbing a hold of the lip of the shaft. She hefted herself up easily despite the grate now dangling between her feet, and crawled into the shaft followed by the cover, and after crawling a few feet, turned around and replaced it.
After turning on the flashlight she carried, she continued her way down the shaft, and upon reaching the first fork, turned right, continuing her way down the dusty tunnel. At the next fork, she turned right again, and began to feel the faint vibration of the elevator up ahead. Ahead of her, a small patch of light illuminated the exit of the ventilation shaft, and she raced towards it, happy to leave the gloomy tunnels behind. As she neared the gap up ahead, a shrill 'beep', followed by a muffled voice sent her flying into the top of the shaft in surprise. Remembering that she was supposed to check into her partner nearly an hour ago, she reached into her pocket, and found the headset. Jamming it onto her head, she pulled the microphone to her mouth, and began speaking.
"Sorry, I didn't hear what you just said, please repeat...over."
"What do you think your doing, not checking in like that, huh...over?" a
voice yelled over static in her ear.
"Yeah, I got a little caught up in the layers of security around here.
Where are you now...over?"
"I'm waiting my merry little butt up here in the school. I was in the
van, but then the headmistress came out and asked me why I took so
long. Apparently there was a small rodent outbreak in the basement,
and me, being the exterminator, needed to attend to it immediately.
Why would you ever steal a "Rodent Remover" van Raquel...over?"
"Whoa, it's so not my fault! How was I supposed to know that the
school was in need of an exterminator, its pure coincidence. What am I
supposed to do now for extraction...over?"
"I'll try to get back, but if I leave now, it might look a bit
suspicious. Just hurry, alright, I'll be where I need to...over."
During the hurried conversation, the girl had climbed on top of the elevator almost automatically when it arrived, and was now waiting patiently on top of it for it to reach the bottom-most level of the facility. As she descended, cool air whipped at her long dark hair, and shafts of light illuminated her pale face as she slipped past the numerous floors of the facility. Growing stiff and extremely bored, she was happy when the elevator finally came to an abrupt stop at the bottom, jarring her from her cat-like stance.
Happy to finally leave the dank, she hurried towards the faint outline of her exit; another ventilation shaft. Climbing through nimbly, she attached the flashlight in her hand to the headset still on her head, and continued down the shaft as quietly as she could, pausing only briefly to remember which turn she was supposed to take.
After several silent minutes, she finally reached her destination, and after a calming deep breath, she headed towards it. Peering down through the grate, she took in the small lab below her; along the front and back walls stood large counters, various microscopes, fancy computers, Petri dishes, vials, and syringes atop them, the right side of the room occupied by a large locked freezer, while the left was home to a large steel door. Down the middle of the room was a large silver sink, it's drain disappearing into the ground. This room was also curiously empty, and after the girl's stomach did a flip, she faintly considered turning back.
/Why did I encounter so little resistance? The elevator alone should have been guarded? Was the briefing I received bogus? No, my benefactor wouldn't send me in here with false information; he's the one that wants this sample not me. All I need to worry about is getting the sample, and getting a million dollars for me and my sister for my trouble./
Returning back to the task at hand, she repeated the words 1 million dollars in her head, almost like a mantra, as she fished out the tube of lipstick from one of her many pockets. Studying it closely for a minute before finally opening it, she drew a line in the grate in front of her, careful not to touch the sides where pressure sensitive alarms stood. After stepping back to admire her handy work, a small square of grate fell towards her and landed quietly on her palm.
Attaching the rope she procured earlier to the inside of the grate, she threw it down into the room, and jumped in seconds later after it.
/This is way too easy./
She landed on the ground with a light thud, and immediately scoured the room for any security devices, and upon finding none, made her way to the freezer dominating the right side of the room.
After grabbing a small cell phone out of her pocket, she pulled a concealed cord out of it, and attached it firmly into the keypad. After tapping a few buttons on the phone, she let it get to work, and set it down, letting her curiosity get the better of her.
She walked up to one of the many computers, and lightly tapped her fingers on the keys, allowing a password protected screen to come up. Abandoning the hope that she'd somehow know the password, she stepped away from the computer, and resigned herself to looking around the cluttered lab.
Briefly checking to see how far her encryption was going, she continued over to one of the many microscopes and peered in, and after finding nothing, strode back over to the freezer, and paced nervously.
/This is taking too long, what if some one came it? I wouldn't be surprised; someone should have been here a long time ago./
The shrill 'beep' of her encryption software finishing, and the 'thump' of the freezer unlocking broke her from her chain of thought, and only after the door hissed pressurized air, and swung open towards her did she hear the dull beeping of a siren from somewhere deep within the building.
Suddenly panicked, she reached into her pocket, to retrieve the aerosol can, and promptly dropped it after hearing muffled shouting filter through the door. Scooping it up off the ground with shaking hands, she popped the bottom off to reveal a small protective case big enough to fit a small vial. She then quickly took to searching the many drawers of the freezer for the small blue vial she was searching for.
Just as her hands brushed the vial, the door behind her burst open. She grasped it with her fingertips, and ducked. Bullets flying through the space she had just occupied, breaking bottles, and spilling chemicals down onto her head.
"Hold your fire you idiots! We can't break the vials!" an indistinct voice shouted.
The girl's body started to burn, and after a moment she realized that she was doused in some form of unknown liquid. Shrieking, she stood up, and dropped the vial in her hand, all pretenses of escaping with the virus lost as she felt her skin begin to boil and peel away.
"What's happening to me!" she managed to choke out before she began to scream again, the pain too intense to try and listen for the answer.
The people in front of her stared in disbelief, as the girl in front of them stumbled around in agony. No one thought to help her, and no one noticed as she trampled on the bottle, breaking it, and allowing its contents to spill onto the floor.
Finally, some person from the group, presumably with a conscious stepped forward to help, completely forgetting about his original mission.
The girl in front of him started to shake, as clumps of hair began to fall off of her head, landing to the ground with sickly squelches. She raised her hands to her face in an attempt to wipe off the chemicals, but it was of no use; her hands were barely more than bone and tendon, the unknown virus or bacteria eating through everything it touched. Her eyes, the only things completely intact, the rest of her face burned away revealing her jaw, and cheekbone, rolled to the back of her head, and she crumpled to the ground.
The men standing around did nothing but stare it disbelief until suddenly, an alarm went off with in the lab.
"Oh no, the virus has been released. Do you have any idea what you idiots just did? You just killed us all!" the same man shouted, turning futilely towards the door behind him, just as it began to close.
The others turned as one, and ran towards the door, pounding their fists into the door and pulling on the knob in an attempt to open it. Just outside the door they could hear muffled screams and shouts as their co- workers attempted to flee from the premises to no avail. Just as someone voiced their opinion of the situation, a thin white mist began to seep into the room from small vents in the ground.
"What is that stuff?" someone asked frantically as the gas began to rise into the room.
The answer unknown, the men continued to frantically pound on the door, hoping that someone would come to the rescue. From behind them came a muffled moan, and as they turned they found the presumably dead girl, now at her feet, and turning her milky white gaze upon them.
"Whoa, shouldn't she be dead? What the hell is this?" someone yelled in disbelief, just as the smoke around them began to invade their lungs, choking them.
The girl, apparently unfazed by both the smoke, and the incapacitating wounds on her body continued forward towards the already falling men slowly, taking no notice of the sink barring her way to them.
Now on the ground choking, the men feebly attempted to pound on the door once more, while others began screaming as the girl descended upon them.
Some of the men were lucky enough to die because of the smoke while others fell victim to the virus carrier, their last few moments of life spent screaming as she ripped out their throats, and dug her fingers into their flesh, their blood spraying into their agonized faces, as their life faded slowly away from them.
Somewhere high above the underground lab facility stood the unsuspecting school, Mountainveiw Academy. Even there, the student body was affected by a noxious gas seeping slowly into the school. No one noticed as the high- tech doors locked themselves shut without any probable reason, until it was too late to do anything about it.
~A/N: This fic is planned to be pretty long, but it all depends on the reader's if it's going to go any further than this. I know it may be a little long-winded but I like details, and don't worry, it will get more interesting, more gore and the like. All I ask is that you review, I would appreciate it so much if you did, even if it's something small. So yeah, just review, and if it's enjoyed, we'll see where this leads. Thanks!
"I'm sorry, but you're going to have to provide the proper identification before I can allow you to come into this part of the facility," the balding man stated pointedly before returning his previous task; playing a racing game on his computer console.
The diminutive brunette that he'd been talking to balled her fists in apparent frustration, but made no other outward sign of anger, resolving herself into smiling sweetly at the man that seemed to insist on ignoring her.
"Well, sir, I'm here to see my uncle..." she paused for a second as she scoured her memory banks for the name of any scientist or researcher she had gone over during her briefing some hours earlier, "...Jordan Slade. As you may know, he's a head researcher here, and obviously higher up than you. I doubt he'd be pleased to hear how you're treating his favorite niece," she finished with a smile only to match that of the fat man in front of her, who seemed as pleased as her.
"Well, I'm glad to hear you know of Ms. Slade. I'm sure she'll be happy to hear her niece was in after you vacate the premises. I'm going to have to call security."
With a slight twitch of her already balled fists, the girl inwardly cursed herself for not studying the files she was given more closely. "Okay then, but there's no need to call security, I can let myself out thank you very much."
The receptionist scoffed at the girl before turning his attention back on his game, failing to notice that she not only remained where she was, but appeared to be looking around the room carefully. As a particularly hard turn came up on the game, his attention fixed onto the task at hand, the man also failed to notice the girl unsling her backpack and procure from it a black nylon rope.
Feigning that she was exiting the building, she turned around, rope behind back, and started down the hall before stopping just under a stationary camera. She counted under her breath to ten, and then jumped up, yanking the cord from the back of the camera with ease. Satisfied that the camera was now inoperable, she crept down the hall with her back to the wall, continuing her counting routine. After she reached ten, she sidestepped right three times, and hastily walked six more paces forward, and stood where she was, eyes fixed on the next camera, as it swiveled past her harmlessly, with her in it's blind spot. After it passed over her, she stepped under it and dispatched it in quite the same way she had the first. After the camera discontinued moving, she walked leisurely back up to the reception desk, where the man she nicknamed 'Grumpy', swiveled towards her.
"What are you doing back here? Like I said earlier, you're not going to get by this way! You delivered the parcel for your "uncle" now leave; we can handle it from here!" Grumpy shouted angrily, rising from his seat as she approached.
After reaching the desk, she gave one more quick glance around before turning back to the man, and punching him squarely in the temple. He dropped without further complaint, and she went quickly to work tying him firmly up and stashing him behind his own desk.
After standing up and ceremoniously brushing her hands together, she headed towards the entrance to laboratory B. She stopped abruptly though, and as if an afterthought, headed back towards the counter where she retrieved her parcel from the pile Grumpy had placed it in. She turned around and continued back to the door, studying the package in her hands carefully. After much consideration of it, she reached up her sleeve and procured a small silver and black knife, and after gracefully flicking it open, tore into the packaging tape, revealing inside the box a Desert Eagle.
Satisfied with the box's contents, the girl threw the box casually over her shoulder, silently hoping that it would hit Grumpy, and walked through the door, completely ignoring the biohazard sign emblazoned on it.
She ended up in an antiseptically white hall, the left and right sides occupied by equally white doors with an elevator straight ahead and thankfully devoid of any human life. Before stepping any farther into the room, she leveled herself with the door, and shimmied right carefully, until she was right under yet another camera. After the camera stopped moving, she kneeled down and took off her backpack, tipping it upside-down, and allowing the contents to spill to the floor. She sifted through the pile, separating what was there; a headset, 2 full clips for the Desert Eagle that was now also on the floor, a small flashlight, a pair of black gloves, a tube of lipstick, a small digital camera, a lock pick set, a nondescript aerosol can, a cell phone, and a length of black rope with small silver clips attached to it. She grabbed each item in turn, and tucked them into separate places on her body, each carefully camouflaged on her entirely black outfit. Lastly, she delicately placed the gloves onto her hands and grabbed her gun, and considered whether she should load it or not, finally deciding that doing so would be a good precaution.
Satisfied, she picked up the now empty backpack, and made her way to the far end of the hall calmly, knowing full well that she wouldn't be caught in this stage because the doors to the left and to the right of her were fake, her only problem being the elevator, which would alert her of any danger far before it ever came.
She tapped the "down" arrow lightly when she reached the elevator, and sharply turned to her left; fixing her attention on the grate of a ventilation shaft set a few feet above her head. She procured her knife once again, and after opening it again, jumped up and wedged the blade in the shaft's grate. She both used the effects of gravity on the way down, and a tug, to pull the grate down with an almighty crash. She cringed despite herself, and looked around as a precaution. Satisfied that she wasn't heard, she balanced the grate between her knees and jumped up, grabbing a hold of the lip of the shaft. She hefted herself up easily despite the grate now dangling between her feet, and crawled into the shaft followed by the cover, and after crawling a few feet, turned around and replaced it.
After turning on the flashlight she carried, she continued her way down the shaft, and upon reaching the first fork, turned right, continuing her way down the dusty tunnel. At the next fork, she turned right again, and began to feel the faint vibration of the elevator up ahead. Ahead of her, a small patch of light illuminated the exit of the ventilation shaft, and she raced towards it, happy to leave the gloomy tunnels behind. As she neared the gap up ahead, a shrill 'beep', followed by a muffled voice sent her flying into the top of the shaft in surprise. Remembering that she was supposed to check into her partner nearly an hour ago, she reached into her pocket, and found the headset. Jamming it onto her head, she pulled the microphone to her mouth, and began speaking.
"Sorry, I didn't hear what you just said, please repeat...over."
"What do you think your doing, not checking in like that, huh...over?" a
voice yelled over static in her ear.
"Yeah, I got a little caught up in the layers of security around here.
Where are you now...over?"
"I'm waiting my merry little butt up here in the school. I was in the
van, but then the headmistress came out and asked me why I took so
long. Apparently there was a small rodent outbreak in the basement,
and me, being the exterminator, needed to attend to it immediately.
Why would you ever steal a "Rodent Remover" van Raquel...over?"
"Whoa, it's so not my fault! How was I supposed to know that the
school was in need of an exterminator, its pure coincidence. What am I
supposed to do now for extraction...over?"
"I'll try to get back, but if I leave now, it might look a bit
suspicious. Just hurry, alright, I'll be where I need to...over."
During the hurried conversation, the girl had climbed on top of the elevator almost automatically when it arrived, and was now waiting patiently on top of it for it to reach the bottom-most level of the facility. As she descended, cool air whipped at her long dark hair, and shafts of light illuminated her pale face as she slipped past the numerous floors of the facility. Growing stiff and extremely bored, she was happy when the elevator finally came to an abrupt stop at the bottom, jarring her from her cat-like stance.
Happy to finally leave the dank, she hurried towards the faint outline of her exit; another ventilation shaft. Climbing through nimbly, she attached the flashlight in her hand to the headset still on her head, and continued down the shaft as quietly as she could, pausing only briefly to remember which turn she was supposed to take.
After several silent minutes, she finally reached her destination, and after a calming deep breath, she headed towards it. Peering down through the grate, she took in the small lab below her; along the front and back walls stood large counters, various microscopes, fancy computers, Petri dishes, vials, and syringes atop them, the right side of the room occupied by a large locked freezer, while the left was home to a large steel door. Down the middle of the room was a large silver sink, it's drain disappearing into the ground. This room was also curiously empty, and after the girl's stomach did a flip, she faintly considered turning back.
/Why did I encounter so little resistance? The elevator alone should have been guarded? Was the briefing I received bogus? No, my benefactor wouldn't send me in here with false information; he's the one that wants this sample not me. All I need to worry about is getting the sample, and getting a million dollars for me and my sister for my trouble./
Returning back to the task at hand, she repeated the words 1 million dollars in her head, almost like a mantra, as she fished out the tube of lipstick from one of her many pockets. Studying it closely for a minute before finally opening it, she drew a line in the grate in front of her, careful not to touch the sides where pressure sensitive alarms stood. After stepping back to admire her handy work, a small square of grate fell towards her and landed quietly on her palm.
Attaching the rope she procured earlier to the inside of the grate, she threw it down into the room, and jumped in seconds later after it.
/This is way too easy./
She landed on the ground with a light thud, and immediately scoured the room for any security devices, and upon finding none, made her way to the freezer dominating the right side of the room.
After grabbing a small cell phone out of her pocket, she pulled a concealed cord out of it, and attached it firmly into the keypad. After tapping a few buttons on the phone, she let it get to work, and set it down, letting her curiosity get the better of her.
She walked up to one of the many computers, and lightly tapped her fingers on the keys, allowing a password protected screen to come up. Abandoning the hope that she'd somehow know the password, she stepped away from the computer, and resigned herself to looking around the cluttered lab.
Briefly checking to see how far her encryption was going, she continued over to one of the many microscopes and peered in, and after finding nothing, strode back over to the freezer, and paced nervously.
/This is taking too long, what if some one came it? I wouldn't be surprised; someone should have been here a long time ago./
The shrill 'beep' of her encryption software finishing, and the 'thump' of the freezer unlocking broke her from her chain of thought, and only after the door hissed pressurized air, and swung open towards her did she hear the dull beeping of a siren from somewhere deep within the building.
Suddenly panicked, she reached into her pocket, to retrieve the aerosol can, and promptly dropped it after hearing muffled shouting filter through the door. Scooping it up off the ground with shaking hands, she popped the bottom off to reveal a small protective case big enough to fit a small vial. She then quickly took to searching the many drawers of the freezer for the small blue vial she was searching for.
Just as her hands brushed the vial, the door behind her burst open. She grasped it with her fingertips, and ducked. Bullets flying through the space she had just occupied, breaking bottles, and spilling chemicals down onto her head.
"Hold your fire you idiots! We can't break the vials!" an indistinct voice shouted.
The girl's body started to burn, and after a moment she realized that she was doused in some form of unknown liquid. Shrieking, she stood up, and dropped the vial in her hand, all pretenses of escaping with the virus lost as she felt her skin begin to boil and peel away.
"What's happening to me!" she managed to choke out before she began to scream again, the pain too intense to try and listen for the answer.
The people in front of her stared in disbelief, as the girl in front of them stumbled around in agony. No one thought to help her, and no one noticed as she trampled on the bottle, breaking it, and allowing its contents to spill onto the floor.
Finally, some person from the group, presumably with a conscious stepped forward to help, completely forgetting about his original mission.
The girl in front of him started to shake, as clumps of hair began to fall off of her head, landing to the ground with sickly squelches. She raised her hands to her face in an attempt to wipe off the chemicals, but it was of no use; her hands were barely more than bone and tendon, the unknown virus or bacteria eating through everything it touched. Her eyes, the only things completely intact, the rest of her face burned away revealing her jaw, and cheekbone, rolled to the back of her head, and she crumpled to the ground.
The men standing around did nothing but stare it disbelief until suddenly, an alarm went off with in the lab.
"Oh no, the virus has been released. Do you have any idea what you idiots just did? You just killed us all!" the same man shouted, turning futilely towards the door behind him, just as it began to close.
The others turned as one, and ran towards the door, pounding their fists into the door and pulling on the knob in an attempt to open it. Just outside the door they could hear muffled screams and shouts as their co- workers attempted to flee from the premises to no avail. Just as someone voiced their opinion of the situation, a thin white mist began to seep into the room from small vents in the ground.
"What is that stuff?" someone asked frantically as the gas began to rise into the room.
The answer unknown, the men continued to frantically pound on the door, hoping that someone would come to the rescue. From behind them came a muffled moan, and as they turned they found the presumably dead girl, now at her feet, and turning her milky white gaze upon them.
"Whoa, shouldn't she be dead? What the hell is this?" someone yelled in disbelief, just as the smoke around them began to invade their lungs, choking them.
The girl, apparently unfazed by both the smoke, and the incapacitating wounds on her body continued forward towards the already falling men slowly, taking no notice of the sink barring her way to them.
Now on the ground choking, the men feebly attempted to pound on the door once more, while others began screaming as the girl descended upon them.
Some of the men were lucky enough to die because of the smoke while others fell victim to the virus carrier, their last few moments of life spent screaming as she ripped out their throats, and dug her fingers into their flesh, their blood spraying into their agonized faces, as their life faded slowly away from them.
Somewhere high above the underground lab facility stood the unsuspecting school, Mountainveiw Academy. Even there, the student body was affected by a noxious gas seeping slowly into the school. No one noticed as the high- tech doors locked themselves shut without any probable reason, until it was too late to do anything about it.
~A/N: This fic is planned to be pretty long, but it all depends on the reader's if it's going to go any further than this. I know it may be a little long-winded but I like details, and don't worry, it will get more interesting, more gore and the like. All I ask is that you review, I would appreciate it so much if you did, even if it's something small. So yeah, just review, and if it's enjoyed, we'll see where this leads. Thanks!