True Death
Chapter 1: The Worst of The Situation
It's not too long now. Mark was a part-time worker at the Umbrella Corporation. His intentions were good. He was walking down one of the many corridors of the main building when one of the many workers at the pharmaceutical company dropped the vial, unleashed the very enemy of the human race, and killed hundreds, thousands, millions instantly. Mark, of course, was stuck in the worst of the situation. He had just heard the screams coming from the upper floors. He was carrying information on the recent product they were planning on releasing. It was a shampoo that is supposed to shorten your hair without it having to be cut. Most people it was tested on turned out to be bald. But why would they care anyways? They had nothing better to do and must've hated their lives enough to sign up to be human guinea pigs anyways. Mark was worried about what had happened so he went to the West Wing elevator and attempted to bring the elevator down so he could go see what was wrong. The screams seemed to get louder as the elevator was coming down. As a matter of fact, it sounded like it was falling. Mark backed away from the elevator door. Just then he heard people coming around the corner of the hallway, screaming in terror. He heard a BOOM from the bottom floor of the building. The elevator doors opened except there was no elevator. Just a hanging set of cables, not cut, but just loose. The system to the building must have malfunctioned. The damn mainframe must have been hacked. It never acted up like this before. Mark turned and saw the people that were running past. He would have thought that this was just a normal accident in the Labs except the people that caught Mark's eyes were the ones who had half of their faces burnt off like a flamethrower on the security system malfunctioned. Their faces, their bodies, were singed and grilled. Mark just stood wide eyed and in shock.
"What are you doing standing here you God damned idiot?!" yelled his associate and good friend Taylor.
"Wha-huh?" Mark mumbled, still in shock of the whole situation transpiring around him. Nothing of this magnitude has ever happened. At least not to him.
"Subject Number 117123 has been released! They've released the Tyrant Virus, you fool!"
"No…," mumbled Mark, realizing the danger of the situation at last. Someone, some traitor, has released a very deadly chemical in the building. He's released it into the world. Well, not yet. The infected subjects are running to the door but are not at the door yet. Mark and Taylor were not infected. After all, Mark was on Ground Floor the whole time and Taylor was in the elevator on East Wing on his way down when it was released. They knew what they had to do. They had to get through the crowd and out the door first, press the Emergency Situation button and leave the premises as soon as possible without letting the infected people out. They took a chance and bolted for the door.