A/N: This chapter may be kind of vague about several things, but just bare with me, k? Things will be explained when the time is right.
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Warnings: Language
Flame me, I dare you.
-Sherri
XxX
"You fucking traitor bitch!"
As it turned out, Travis Anderson, her sniper, had NOT lost his memory; he only acted like he had. The moment Sherri came into the infirmary, he was up and tried to tackle her. Sherri side-stepped and tripped him, knocking the older man off balance. As he stumbled forward, she slammed her elbow into his neck and Travis tumbled to the ground. She straddled him and pinned his arms behind his back with one hand, shoving his head against the ground with the other.
Wesker watched, amused. Travis struggled against her, shouting promises of a bullet to the head.
"Can I shoot him now?" A guard asked, gun at the ready.
"Let them have their moment." Wesker said coldly, shaking his head and crossing his arms in front of his chest, leaning against the doorframe.
"Trav...I'm sorry." Sherri whispered. She saw the numerous bites on his arm and leaned forward, catching him in a chokehold while simultaneously kissing the back of his head. He was already weak, this wouldn't be difficult, "but before you die...I will tell you what happened. So please listen. Erik was right. About everything."
Travis stilled beneath her. "Then that means..."
Sherri nodded, tears in her eyes.
Wesker narrowed his eyes and listened with interest, thinking back to when he had first met the woman standing in front of him.
XxX
The group had been wandering around for the better half of an hour and it was only by a miracle they had not been discovered yet. They had what they needed and now only needed to get out. That was when Carma touched the button on the containment box. Sherri quickly pressed the button to keep it closed but it was too late. There was a horrific growl and metal began to be slammed against.
"Run!" Sherri ordered.
"Where?" York exclaimed.
"Away from the fucking box, dumbass!" Flynt slapped his partner and took off.
The screeching metal warned the four people that whatever was in the box had broken free. Sherri dropped against a wall, looking around. She heard Flynt scream and the soft squishing and ripping of a body being ripped apart.
"Damn it!" Sheri growled, raising her gun. She backed towards the door, flashlight on. "What the fuck is that?"
She caught a glimpse of something coming towards her and she stood and ran. A few minutes later, she heard Carma scream and was pulled into a closet. York held a finger to his lips and was bleeding.
"Sherri...we're all dead, everyone but you. You've gotta get out of here. I can't get a hold of Erik, but I'm infected already. I can't leave. You are all that remains of GHOST Unit, Sher. You've gotta get out." York told her and pressed a thumb drive into her palm. "Everything the government needs is right there, Sherri. Don't lose it."
"York, I can't get out of here. That thing out there, there's alarms going off...I'm in the heart of the beast." Sherri whispered, grabbing his arm. "We can fix this, where's the first aid kit?"
"Carma has it, for when she fell, remember?" York said sadly. Sherri closed her eyes and shook her head.
"You'll make it. Travis is still out there, he's gonna come busting in here, gun blazing-" Sherri said, sounding almost desperate.
"You are full of clichés today, Sher." York shook his head, rubbing his arm. "Travis fell, Sherri, you saw him fall. He's dead and you know it." Sherri looked down and touched the door.
"I'll draw it one way, then you run when it's distracted. You must get out of here." York told her. Sherri nodded as York pushed the door open and stormed out. She waited to hear York shout in pain and then ran the opposite direction. She saw Carma and raced to her friend, kneeling. Carma was bleeding and slowly dying.
"Sherri..." Carma whispered. Sherri stood and raised her gun, firing one shot, straight threw Carma's brain. Sherri took off and saw the stairs she needed to get out. Just as she got to them, she heard gunshots. Rapid fire, not York's sniper rifle or handgun.
"Fuck me!" Sherri cried out, ducking behind the stairs.
"Lieutenant Jensen. Where are you? You are ordered to stand down and drop your weapon!" A voice shouted over the intercom. Sherri swore, stood, and raced up the stairs, ducking to avoid gunfire aimed at her shadow. Sherri threw open the door and-
"Oooof!" Sherri gasped as all the air was forced from her chest. Someone had slammed into her body, tackling her around the waist and the two of them tumbled back down the stairs. Sherri groaned in pain and tossed the man off her, doing a handstand before dropping to a crouch.
"Lower the gun, Jensen. Don't make me shoot you." The man growled.
"Charlie? The fuck..." Sherri sank in, remembering Erik's words as they had entered the mansion.
"I can't contact Charlie; he should have been with you guys. Maybe...no. He couldn't have..." Erik had said.
"You told them we were coming..." Sherri whispered.
Her old partner shrugged and Sherri lunged, driving her elbow into his temple, dropping the man as she raced for the stairs, this time grimacing with each step. She had damn near broken her neck during the tumble and she felt an intense pain in her right shoulder and side.
She stepped over the threshold to the door and looked back to see guards running towards her. She slammed the door shut and began blocking the door, starting to slide a nearby desk in front of it. Desk, wait?
A light clicked on and Sherri froze, releasing the desk. She had chosen the wrong door. This should have been an empty hallway. Sherri inhaled slowly and raised her arms above her head. She debated on running through the door, which she hadn't even gotten partially blocked yet.
"Ah, here is what's left of our guests. Where is your team?" A slightly accented voice asked.
Sherri refused to answer, looking straight ahead. She felt her phone vibrate in her chest several times. Someone was calling her, she thought wryly. Sorry, Sherri Jensen is about to die, please leave a message.
"I asked you a question." The voice growled.
"Why waste your breath? Kill her and be done with it." Another man said to the first.
"I'm interested in her. Her unit is not one I'm familiar with." Sherri heard footsteps approach her and felt the vibrations in the ground through her boots. She waited until they felt within range and spun, delivering a roundhouse kick the British man's stomach. The man caught her foot and flipped her onto her stomach, still holding her ankle. Sherri wrapped her free leg around his arm, threatening to break his arm just as easily as he could shatter her leg.
"It's gonna hurt you more then me," Sherri growled, looking up at him.
"Really?" With a smooth twist of his wrist, the blonde man snapped her leg at the knee and dropped his own knee into her spine. Sherri screamed in pain and pulled her leg away from him. Sherri rolled away, glaring. She saw only then that he was wearing a S.T.A.R.S. uniform.
Sherri backed up, crawling away from the man pathetically. Her back hit the door just as it was wrenched from its hinge. The monster wrapped its tongue around her and pulled her through the doorway. Sherri cried out as one of its nails scratched her arm.
"Damn!" She heard the blonde say, just as he began shouting orders over his radio.
Sherri felt bullets slam into the creature's body as she dangled helplessly in the air. Her arms were tightly pressed against her side and she growled in frustration. Finally, someone killed the creature and Sherri let out a sharp cry as the creature fell towards the ground, dragging her with it. The drop had to be at least 20 feet.
Sherri grunted as she hit the ground before pulling herself to her feet. She felt weak and woozy, almost on the verge of passing out. She ran forward, feeling only a twinge of pain in her leg, darkness tugging on the edge of her vision.
"Impressive." She heard someone say, just as the blonde man from the office lunged towards her. Sherri sidestepped and brought her knee up into his gut. The man stumbled and Sherri brought a right hook into his jaw. She glared at the man, whose eyes were hidden behind sunglasses. Just as she turned, someone said, "She's infected! Kill her!"
Sherri stumbled, surprised, as the world tilted sideways.
"No. Don't kill her. I have questions still. William, have a gurney brought in." The accented voice floated to her through the darkness and she felt someone holding her up.
She felt something poke her and looked down at her arm. Someone had injected her with something.
"It'll help." The man holding her said, and she turned her head to see the blonde man with the British voice. Then she slipped into the darkness, falling limp against him.