TWO

The once clean and shiny labs, filled with personnel going about their business. Where now deserted, desks upturned, computers broken and sparking, wires ripped from the walls and hanging freely. The shine to the metal had now been diminished, for there was blood spread through out the vicinity. The staff had disappeared, there wasn't a whisper of human life left. The Umbrella lab 0.2 delta, had been completely destroyed. A faint moaning sound rattled through the corridors.

Inside lab eight, the woman still floated calmly, blood smeared on her glass chamber. She had been unaffected by the commotion. Papers and files where a mess around the floor. This room seemed the least effected. Kate hid under her desk, her face covered in blood, her clothes ripped and dirty. She sat there clutching her gun.

Kate slowly came out from her hiding spot. She turned to her first computer, and started typing.

"It's too soon, but if Wesker gets you, you're better off dead." She pressed the last buttons, and the glass chamber sprung to life, her computer flashed. IV off, computer disconnecting, ECG shut down.

A figure came behind her, before Kate could turn he shot. Kate fell forward. The figure chuckled and left. As it left it thought, now it's only a matter of time.

The water in the chamber drained out, the wires ripped out of her body, trickles of blood ran down from the wire wounds. The door opened and so did her eyes, she fell forward. Her vision was blurred, but was clearing quickly. She could feel the cold sweep over her as well as pain. She screamed.

"Ivy?" Kate whispered. The woman turned and saw Kate holding her side where she had been shot. When Kate saw her, her eyes lit up. The woman's eyes started to tear.

"What happened, I don't understand? Am I Ivy?"

Kate sighed. Relived her daughter was okay. "Yes, now listen. There's not a lot of time. Take my lab coat and gun and go to the security locker down the corridor. You'll find all you need there. Then get out! And make sure no-one ever finds this place." Before Ivy could say anything Kate slipped away. Ivy took her mothers lab coat, and gun. She checked to see if it was fully loaded, and felt in her pocket where the rest of the ammo was. She took a deep breath, and pointed the gun Kate's head. Kate's eyes suddenly opened, and Ivy shot. She composed herself and turned to leave.

Ivy was confronted by a long corridor that went in both directions. Kate had not specified which way she wanted Ivy to go. Ivy used one of her many Umbrella manufactured gifts to determine which way to go.

She went left. Even though she was new to the world she knew that this was not how the world should be. Blood should not be smeared everywhere, horrific moaning shouldn't be whispering it's way to Ivy, and her mother shouldn't be dead.

Ivy was halfway down the corridor when a faint cry came from the door next to her. It sounded in trouble.

"No, god. No!" It screamed. Ivy opened the door cautiously, and was confronted by a woman, older than her mother being eaten by three scientists, obviously ones that worked with her. Ivy cocked her gun, and the scientists turned around. They where clumsy and Ivy was swift. They where no match for her.

Ivy went over to the woman on the floor. She seemed to be within an inch of her life, Ivy got her gun ready. Suddenly the woman grabbed her arm.

"Please, don't. Just lock me away in here. Please, where's your mercy?" This took Ivy by surprise, wasn't she doing the right thing. Eradicating the virus, making sure it could never get out. That was always what she was told to do. Programmed would be the right word. The dying woman's eyes pleaded with Ivy. Should she just leave her, leave her and possibly make another epidemic.

Ivy didn't know what to do. She understood the woman not wanting to die, but would Ivy want to be left alive if she knew she was going to become a monster? The woman's eyes pleaded with Ivy.

She turned her back on the infected woman. And walked back to the door. She stopped in the door way, still not looking at the woman moments from death behind her. And said with sorrow in her voice.

"What's your name?" If Ivy had looked at the woman, she would of seen the woman slump to the floor.

"S…Sarah." She whispered in a dieing whisper. Sarah then gave her last rasping breath. Ivy had let her live out her life till the end. It's what Sarah wanted, but now as Sarah got back up with pale white skin, milky eyes, chunks of her body missing, and blood stained clothes, all she wanted was to feed.

Ivy sensed the change. Time to get to work she thought, as Sarah stumbled towards her. Ivy twisted round and shot. She had landed the bullet between Sarah's eyes exactly. Sarah fell backwards. Her head smashed as she hit the cold, hard and dirty lab floor. Ivy had done what she was best at. As she left the room and sealed the door, a pang of remorse ran through her. She realised that even though she was doing the right thing, she took no joy from it. She hated that innocent lives where going to waste, and that she had to dispose of the wrecks left behind.

Back in the corridor, Ivy walked with out any thoughts running through her. She had nothing to think of. She knew so much but had no opinion about anything. She was too new to the world for that.

The lab was quiet, too quiet. There where over 500 people working here, where are they all? Ivy thought, it made no sense that all she had come against was five people. Something else was going on. But what?

Ivy reached the security locker without any further incidents. She tried to open it, but it was locked. Difficult for some, but not for me, Ivy smiled. She looked around, seeing if there was anything she could use as a makeshift lock pick. There seemed to be nothing on the floor. She then noticed something on the floor, she bent down, and examined the object. It was a key. Ivy couldn't believe her luck. What Ivy didn't know was that her mother had left it there for her, a parting gift in the hopes that someday her daughter may have the life Kate never had.

The security room was dull and grey like the rest of the complex, but this wasn't filled with experiments and files, but lockers and weaponry. Obviously Kate knew there was no peaceful way out of the situation, she knew Ivy would have to fight, something Kate had strongly disliked, but what could Kate do now? She was dead and Ivy was alone, all hope seemed lost.

Ivy made her way to the lockers, she pried one open with her bare hands, her strength took her by surprise, but she got over it quickly, she examined the locker, she found men's clothing, way to big for her. She moved down and ripped the door off the next, she would never admit it, but Ivy liked being strong, it was almost cool. The locker she nearly destroyed must have been what her mother wanted her to open. It was women's clothing; a white long sleeved turtle neck

t-shirt, tight blue jeans, and a black leather jacket, but not just that, boots, underwear and a mirror. Ivy tried the clothes on. Everything fit, from the jacket to the underwear. She couldn't help smile, her mom had style.

Ivy took the mirror from out the locker she had never seen herself before, she thought it was stupid not knowing what she looked like, all she new about herself was that she skinny and had long brown hair, how lame was that? Ivy braced herself, the turned the mirror over to her face, she was prettier than she expected but nothing special, well not in her eyes. Overall Ivy was pleased with what she had, she put her hands in the pocket of her jacket, and felt something, it was a note with four numbers on it, 6734. Ivy looked around, for anything with a combination on it that would need more than strength to open it. Her eyes fell upon a huge weapons cabinet, filled to the brim with guns, knives, tactical gear and ammo. As she walked up to it she noticed the electric lock, with a number pad connected. She punched in the numbers and the doors flew open, like the gates of heaven welcoming a new angel. Ivy took everything she might need; tactical belt with two pouches, she loaded them with medical supplies. She then took two leg holsters and, two glock 17's. There was a beautiful knife that just called to Ivy, she had to have that. To finish off she took the biggest shot gun there, loaded everything and took so much ammo with her she couldn't run out.

After she was finished kitting herself out, Ivy turned back to the door, locked and loaded, ready for anything. She said with confidence in her voice "Give me your best shot!" Suddenly someone burst through the door and knocked Ivy down…