Well, I've decided to do another chapter of my Resident Evil Fan Fiction.

I didn't expect to see a review, let alone on the first day. Thank you to Wereberus for reading and reviewing.

With out further adieu, chapter 2.

Note: I do not own Resident Evil. Capcom does.


Chapter Two: Three to One


"Ow damn it, that hurt!" I yelled, stumbling forward from the hit I received to the back of the head from the first's rifle. The blow had disoriented me greatly and I had dropped my gun, forgetting completely that I had it before.

"How in the hell are you not out?" The first man said. He was a bit shocked at how I wasn't downed from the hit.

"Well," I said, rubbing the back of my vigorously, "I've been told I have a thick skull. Maybe that's contributing to that fact."

"No matter, we have other means of bring you down." said the first, bring out a syringe loaded with an anesthetic from a pouch located on his back, "I'll just use this." he said as he lunged for me. I reached and grabbed his wrist as it dove for my neck. He reached into his pouch with his free hand again and brought out another syringe with the same substance inside, throwing that arm towards me also. I caught that one as well and we struggled for a moment as he tried to drive one of the needles into my neck.

Reflexively, I kicked him in the stomach and he stumbled back, dropping both syringes and gripping his gut where I had just kicked him. I reached down to grab my gun, but then I felt a sharp pain in my leg. I winced and began to slowly lose my field of vision, everything blurring together and becoming one as I began to pass out.

Before I fully lost consciousness, I looked to see what had pierced me. It was the second man. He was still awake.

"How….did….." I started, beginning to feel sick to my stomach. With what vision I had left, I looked down next to the second man. On the floor was a very thin and small piece of pipe. He reached for it and took it in his hand.

"Used this to keep my airway open." he said grinning.

"Clever…..little…." I said, falling off of my feet and onto the pavement of the factory. I landed on my side and began to struggle to keep conscious as the drug did its work. My vision finally gave way and all I could feel was myself trying to crawl along the floor to the door until I fell into darkness.

An unknown time span later….

Warm, the surface on which I laid was warm. I couldn't see so well at the moment, but I knew for certain that my location had changed and I was somewhere else. Through the darkness that was my vision, I could make out that the room I was in was well lit.

Eventually, I was able to open my eyes and see my surroundings in a somewhat blurry way. The room I was in was pure white. Bland walls surrounded me and above me bright lights were burning and giving off heat somewhat, warming the room with their bright light.

I was still laying on my side, still not fully able to use my extremities to their fullest extent.

"What the hell?" I said, confused while pushing myself into a sitting position.

"Glad to see you're awake." said a voice. I couldn't see any other physical beings in the room and began to look around quickly. Suddenly I noticed a small line of black windows jutting from the wall really close to the ceiling. It was angled out and shaped like a bay window. The voice had to originate from there.

"I think you already know what I'm going to ask." I said while looking at the window with a pissed and drowsy look on my face.

"Yes, the usual; where am I, who are you, what do you want; those questions?" said the voice.

I felt that my legs were regaining their feeling and began to rise while using the wall as support.

"Yeah, what you said." I said.

"Well, seeing as you are here and have no escape, we shall tell you." the voice began, "You are in a facility belonging to the Umbrella Pharmaceutical Corporation. I am, at the moment, only an observer."

"What are you observing?" I asked.

"That brings us to the answer for 'What do you want?'." the voice spoke. "You were brought here to be tested in combat against what we have for you to fight against. You were merely selected for this test because you were by your lonesome during the recent storm."

"So, what happens if I make it?' I asked.

"Then we move a step further with our research." the voice said.

"Well, I already know the answer for if I don't make it." I said.

"Death," said the voice, "and in the occurrence of such an event we will just find someone else for the test."

"Nice. So people are just expendable to you? How in the hell do you sleep at night?" I questioned.

"I don't sleep. My body doesn't require sleep that you pitiful humans need to survive and remain sane." said the voice.

I chuckled a little, "It sounds as though you need a little sleep yourself if you believe what you're doing is right."

"Enough talk," said the voice, "release the first wave."

Just then, I heard a mechanical humming noise and a small section of the wall rose. Darkness was all that I could see inside of the newly created opening in the wall, but I could hear something moving though. It sounded slow and uneven with its motions, as if it were a heavily intoxicated person struggling to keep in a straight line. Then, I could make out two shapes. They were human in appearance, one was tipped to the left a bit and the other seemed to be leaned forward, both of them stumbling forward slowly.

Then they emerged from the opening in the wall. From what I could see from across the room, they weren't exactly what you would call 'healthy looking'. They both appeared very pale. Their faces were blank and their eyes were empty, as if they were just display dummies in a store. The hands that hung limp on one of them were purple as if all the blood has settled in them. The stench coming off of them was that of decay. These people were dead and by this point I realized what they were. I couldn't believe it myself, it wasn't possible. It couldn't be. They were zombies, blank minded vessels that were once teeming with life, now reduced to basic primal instinct and function.

"What in the hell?" I said in disbelief, staring ahead to my two adversaries.

"This is your first test." said the voice, "You must simply eliminate these two carriers to proceed."

"Don't I get a weapon?" I asked in a small panic.

"No." the voice said.

"Well this is just dandy." I said in a quiet voice, looking ahead towards the zombies. As they drew near, I could tell that they had been around for awhile. They were losing flesh in chunks and some of their scalps were showing. "At least they'll be brittle."

I strafed around them in a circle slowly, trying to figure out how to take them out. They may be brittle zombies, but they may still be strong. I began to put plans together in my head. I could attempt to rip an arm off of one of them and beat them down. I could get them close to a wall and smash their skulls into it. Or, I could just go ape shit on them. If I go gung ho on them I should at least isolate them from one another.

So that's what I did. I moved in quickly and sweep kicked one of them, knocking it to the floor. I them raised my shoe and stomped down with all my might, crushing the zombie's skull and sending blood and grey matter through the air and up my leg a little.

"Ah shit, that's disgusting." I said in disgust, realizing too late that the other was still up and alive. It had grabbed my neck and attempted to get its head close to take a chunk from me. I grabbed its arms and pulled them from my neck with all my strength, bringing them away and pushing the zombie back, following up with a straight punch to the zombie's face, causing the skull to cave in a little and some of its blood to seep through its exposed scalp.

The zombie stumbled back and fell against the wall. Feeling high from my adrenaline rush, I ran towards the creature while drawing my fist back. I reached the zombie and unleashed hell on its face, causing whatever was inside to come outside; brain, blood, skull fragments, and puss, all of it leaking onto the floor in a big puddle and sliding down the wall.

I stepped back and watched as the zombie fell into a slouched position on the floor and lay there, lifeless. I then lost my balance a little and put my hands on my knees to keep myself up.

"Holy shit." I said, finally breathing, "Good luck seeing me do that again."

"Very good," said the voice in the booth overhead, "it would appear that you completed the first task that you have been faced with."

"Your voice," I said, "it sounds familiar."

"Does it?" the voice said.

"Yes it does, Albert Wesker." I said in a mocking tone.

Silence.

"Ready the next test." the voice said.

Just then, a small drawer opened from the wall, extending out and revealing something. I walked over to it cautiously. Inside the drawer was my gun, my M1911 that I had before I was kidnapped and brought here. I reached in carefully and took my weapon. Next to it were three spare magazines and a vest to house all of this equipment. I pulled that out as well and put it all on.

The drawer slid shut and I checked my gun. I pulled out the magazine and opened the breach a little, exposing a lone bullet in the chamber. I reinserted the magazine and held the gun at my side in two hands. As soon as I finished, another drawer opened and exposed a lone fragmentation pineapple grenade. I picked it up cautiously and looked at it then at the window, pointing to the grenade.

"It is necessary." said the voice.

I nodded and tucked it onto my vest. After the small drawer shut another large door opened. Again, all that was visible to me was darkness. Then I heard footsteps. Heavy footsteps, as if what ever was behind the cloak of darkness carried itself heavily, and it was coming out. A hand reached out and grabbed the left side of the door frame. The hand appeared normal and there were no distinguishing characteristics about it. Then the other hand emerged, only it wasn't exactly a hand. It was a large hand with bone coming through the finger tips, each ending in a point with the inside parts of the bone protrusions angling in to form razor edges. Then its head was brought into the light. It was clearly bald, that being the only noticeable feature about it other than the fact that this creature had no lips, only a huge 'smile' on its face.

The rest of it emerged. The rest of the Tyrant. It was Umbrella's first model.

"You gotta be fucking kidding." I said in dismay, looking at the unfair opponent in front of me.

It then took interest in me, beginning to proceed towards me, stretching its clawed hand open and looking at me.

"Ah shit." I cursed as I began to backpedal to keep away from the monstrosity. I brought my pistol up and aimed at its head, squeezing the trigger and sending a 9mm hollow point into its head. The bullet hit and caused its head to snap back a bit, but merely drew blood and mushroomed, falling from its head and onto the floor. I fired another, then another, trying to hit its eyes and blind it. I emptied a mag into it, missing my intended targets and only pissing it off. I reached into my vest, pulled out a magazine, released the old one, and inserted the new one and hitting the slide release before the old magazine hit the ground. Practice makes perfect.

Before I could re-aim, the tyrant had gained ground on me and attempted to put its claws through my abdomen. I jumped back and did a roll backwards, turning to face the creature once more.

'What is this thing's weak point? Everything has one!' I thought. I looked at it closely. The heart was exposed and beating evenly, pumping blood through it, keeping it alive. 'Of course it's the heart, it's usually always the damn heart' I thought. I then aimed at its heart and shot a few hollow points into it. This shredded nice sized holes into its heart, causing blood to spill to the floor with a little bit of it flowing out with each beat of the heart. This didn't slow down the creature much and once again, it raced towards me.

This time, it picked me up with its human hand and threatened to impale me with its larger hand. I though quickly and frantically, remembering the grenade that I had been given. I reached up to my vest quickly and pulled the grenade lose. Unfortunately, the pin of the grenade was stuck on my vest and it was pulled and the handle was released. Quickly, I took the grenade into me right hand and shoved it into the tyrant's heart, the hollow points already having dug holes into the tissue. The tyrant released me in pain and I clambered to the floor. I scurried away and picked up the body of one of the zombies I had previously slain and held it in front of me from the floor. Then, the grenade went off. Shrapnel had flown from it and embedded itself into almost anything that wasn't covered. I heard a thud, telling me that the tyrant had fallen.

I pushed the zombie off of myself and looked at the damage that was done. The grenade had opened the tyrant's left side, exposing what was left of the spinal column. The little bit of the head that remained was opened and ground into a bloody paste with small bits hanging from what was left. The blast had turned the parts that weren't attached into what appeared to be hamburger, just shredded meat and bone. I gagged slightly and then sat on the floor roughly, exhausted.

"Well, well." said the voice, "It would appear that you survived."

"Yes, it would appear so." I said, exchanging the current magazine with a full one and putting the half empty one back into my vest. "Now, are you going to tell me who you are, or was I right?"

Then yet another door opened up into the room and a man entered. He was dressed in a black sweat shirt-style shirt that was worn tight and with the sleeves rolled up. The shirt had a faint diamond pattern to it. On his hands he wore black gloves. He wore pants of the same color along with below-knee-high boots, which were also black. On his face he wore sunglasses and a neutral expression on his face. His hair was blonde an slick back. It was who I thought it was. I was doomed.

"It would appear so that you were correct, Mr. Wilt" said Wesker.


Well, that has concluded the second chapter. Once again, I might have been able to do better, but it's still good in my opinion. If you don't think so, there are many others to read.

Thanks for reading!