Special thanks to nikki-kun05 for being my Beta Reader for this chapter, and as such is my first Beta Reader ever. Though she had no issues with the chapter, she had mentioned one of the things Heather references to in this chapter: "Tomb Raider." I'll just use the excuse she came up with as a possibility: maybe her brother likes videogames?

...

Don't judge me.

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Resident Evil (Biohazard) is owned by Capcom.

-X-

HEATHER

10:00 A.M.

FACILITY ENTRANCE

-X-

Damn… This is too early to do anything, let alone hunt for a briefcase…

But hey! It's a million fucking dollars! And nothing's gonna stand in my way.

Unless of course the zombies attack me…

…Pfft! Ha! Yeah, right. Zombies? Seriously? What a joke!

…

…What the hell?

We're in a poorly lit room. Four doors are on the opposite wall.

No doubt Chris wants us to split up here.

…Alright, I'll humor him.

"These doors don't have handles," I hear Noah say. "There's gotta be some way to open them."

We all look at each other in shock. This was one fucked up elaborate challenge.

"…A'ight, let's see what we can find," Leshawna says, and we all begin searching the room for something—anything—that can be used to open the doors.

I hear a clicking noise, and I turn toward the source. Leshawna had stepped on something, probably a switch of some sort.

Not long after, one of the doors begins to open. Grinning at this new realization, I quickly call the open door. I hear Leshawna groan, and another clicking sound—the sound of her stepping OFF the switch.

The door shuts.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," Weird Goth Girl complains. Seriously, why the hell does she complain all the fucking time? I should be the one complaining—I have to see HER ugly face everyday, yet I can never see my beautiful one without looking in a mirror. Now THAT fucking sucks!

"Alright, who's staying here?" Weird Goth Girl adds, and Leshawna lets out a sigh.

"I'mma gonna stay behind, but only 'cause it keeps me away from Heather." GRR!! "Plus, I'mma rootin' for you, hun," she adds, referring to Weird Goth Girl, who smiles.

God, what an ugly smile…

I hear a familiar prissy scoff to my right, and I turn to find Courtney. "Well, I'm certainly not going to pass up a chance to win a million dollars. Unanimous vote: who says… Eva should stay behind?"

I laugh as all but Eva raises their hand. "What?!" the brute shouts, and my laughter is even louder.

"Sorry, Eva, but democracy rules over you," Courtney says, and my laughter stops. "You're too much of a threat to everyone else on our team."

Eva growls at the C.I.T. "…Fine. But you'll regret this…"

"Oh, I'm sure…"

DJ agrees to stay behind next because he's too afraid to enter the facility. Wimp.

Which leads us to the last team: the team of misfits and losers… and Trent.

And I really hope Weird Goth Girl stays behind.

"Well, I'm not staying behind." Damn. Well, maybe they'll leave Psycho Hose Beast behind. She's also a threat. "I think Cody should."

Whoa-ho-ho! I smirk at the sight of Cody's expression—he looks as though he's a puppy who just got his nose rubbed in a steaming pile on the carpet. …Ew! Did I just think that?

"Why not Izzy?" Scoff! Quick, much? God, Noah's such a homo. Seriously, I can tell.

"Because Izzy wants to explore the cool underground lair!" Psycho Hose Beast exclaims. "It's one of her life-long dreams!"

"…Ugh… Alright, fine! …Trent, you stay."

"What?!" Gwen and Trent both shout at once, and my smirk grows. I take back what I said before: it's only a team of misfits and losers. I have no empathy for Trent anymore.

Trent continues. "Why don't you or Cody stay?"

As much as I love this kind of drama, it's starting to sound pathetic. OMG, just choose someone to stay behind, already!

Suddenly, to my surprise, Ezekiel speaks up. "Hey, I doon't really want to participate in this challenge, eh. How aboot I stay behind for you guys?"

What?! He can't do that! He can't help them!

…

…Wait… No Ezekiel means…

…means less people from my team to take my case!

Yes! Yes! Do it, Zeke! Do it!

"Aww… Zekey so sweet," Psycho Hose Beast says. "Alright, let's do that, then."

Yes! Haha! Now all I have to do is worry about Katie and Sadie backstabbing me, but I'm too smart for them.

This challenge is in the bag…

-X-

10:10 A.M.

TEAM THREE HALLWAY

-X-

"…Whoa…"

Okay, I will admit, this is very freaky. You can definitely tell no one had been here at all before yesterday, especially the janitor. Years worth of dust and cobwebs surround the walls of the facility.

And, of course, Katie and Sadie are freaking out.

"Like, Omigawd! It's so dark!"

"Like, I know! It's so scary!"

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

Ugh… Maybe Katie and Sadie should've stayed behind instead of Leshawna and Ezekiel…

As I try my hardest to drown out the whining from the idiots, I begin to wonder why a pharmaceutical company would need a research facility in the middle of nowhere… and underground, no less. Why were they trying to hide it? What were they trying to hide?

It just doesn't make any sense…

We continue to walk down the hallway, and I notice something… off. There are large canisters with the Umbrella logo on the side—canisters that definitely wouldn't have been used to hold beauty products. Try dangerous chemicals, like those you learn about in Chemistry Class.

I am beginning to think that maybe… just maybe… there was more to Umbrella than just cosmetics and profits.

But I still doubt the zombie story Harold told us really happened.

I would never admit it to Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber here, or anyone else for that matter, but I actually did hear about that story Harold told us. At first, I believed it, but then I figured that it was just some stupid conspiracy made up to shut the corporation down (especially since it took five years for them to do so). Plus, come on! Zombies? Who the fuck is that gullible?

Another thought has just entered my mind. I wonder what happened to the interns. Their network-owned jeeps were still parked outside of the bear cave…

At the end of the hallway, we find a locked door. Great. Now what?

Well, I guess we have to find a freaking key, huh?

Nice challenge, Chris. Search for crap and use it to open doors? What is this? Tomb Raider?

We search the area, ultimately finding the key near the canisters. Great… I hope we don't have to do much more of this bullcrap.

I walk up to the door and put the key into the keyhole. Slowly, I open the door…

…What the fu—

UUUUUUUURRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooo

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Katie, Sadie, and I sprint toward the entrance. I glance back. What the fuck was that—

Oh my God!

Harold was right! He was right!

UUUUUUUURRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooo

Oh God! I gotta get out of here!

I trip.

Shit! Shit!

Katie and Sadie are far ahead of me now, and I try to get back up to my feet. I feel the zombie right behind me.

He grabs me.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

I run again, just in time to get away from his bite.

The entrance is in front of me. I'm almost there!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! CLOSE THE DOOR!! CLOSE THE DOOR!!"

WHAT?! WAIT FOR ME!!!

Click.

The door shuts.

"NOOOO!!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!!" I pound on the door. "LET ME OUT!!!! HEEEEELLLLLLLP!!!!"

Chomp.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh………

YOU ARE DEAD