Chapter Three: Hole in the Floor
Reluctantly, everyone else agreed silently. I felt like I was in high school again, waiting to be picked for the certain team. I wondered which color door I would have to venture through, what will be behind it, and whom I'd be with. Richard took the initiative of picking the group of four he was in. He was with two macho guys and one scrawny, middle-aged man was part of their group.
The second group was two regular guys, they didn't seem too special, and two girls. The two girls had curly hair, and when they said their names, they didn't suit their looks in the least bit. They were Veronica and Cassandra, which I found rather exotic names for sleazy looking Resistance people. I hadn't noticed those people all that much; they had all remained silent since landing.
I had looked around at the remaining two. I was in the group with one less person. It was Sarah, Laura, and I to go out into door… "You three will go into the Black door," Richard's voice spoke aloud. He discussed the plan with us, and it wasn't as complex as I first thought it would be. As it turns out, we were merely going into sheer death without anyway to call for help. We had to assume when an hour was up so we can turn back, and we had to remember every door, every hall, and every turn we made.
Sarah looked determined to go out, seeming a lot braver than she was upon landing. The other member of the group seemed as if she was getting ready to shoot her small handgun at the first thing that she sees moving. Richard's speech, which I had barely heard, came to an impressive end. A few murmured, "Yeah," while the rest nodded weakly. I, however, remained still.
It felt silent, and I was the first to break the silence. Not with my voice, of course, but with my plundering footsteps to the black door. I turned its handle, and signaled Laura and Sarah to follow. It took a few seconds for them to realize what was happening, but when they did they followed me through the door, slowly drawing their guns. We stepped forward a little and looked around the great hallway. The entire area was painted all black with red lights spotlights dangling from the ceiling. There were cameras along the walls… mocking us.
We heard footsteps from outside our room march into the other rooms. Our door seemed to slowly close itself. I jumped at the sound of the door's closing, but it was the thing that had swooped down that made me open my mouth to scream. Yet, before I could struggle to force out a pitch shout, I opened fired on the beast with wings. The creature screamed bloodcurdlingly and hurled it self at Sarah. She let out a scream, but it was cut short by an ear piercing shot being fired.
A bullet zoomed from my magnum and punctured a hole in the thing's head. It flopped to the ground with a thud and left Sarah standing still, shaking. I walked over to the clump of mucus shit on the ground. The blast from my gun had ripped apart the neck and it mangled its head as well. I looked over the viral carrying beast and notice something I never thought possible… even from Umbrella.
"Wings…" Sarah murmured. She stated it as clear as it should have been stated. It was a fucking man with wings! It was like one of the monsters I feared as a child. The sides of the man's arms were just blood and tissue. The top layer of skin had rotted off. "Are you all okay," muttered the Laura girl from behind me. I had forgotten about her being here for a second, but she was soon remembered. I loaded my gun and looked around.
The dark hall seemed to feel a bit brighter. I don't know if it was just my eyes becoming adjusted or someone had turned the lights a bit up. There weren't any doors except for the one at the end of the threatening hall. The door loomed closer as we stepped monotonously. Our feet hit the floor in a soothing rhythm. My heart beat loudly against my chest, making me feel as if the creatures could sense me from the noise. The door was in grasping reach, but I felt as if I had opened to many doors in one night. Sarah walked ahead of me and looked at my eyes for a brief second. Her concerned, yet determined glare gave me a small hope for survival.
She twisted the handle gently, and breathed deeply. She stepped into the room, as I stood behind her motionlessly. Her bravery made me draw my guns and step forward. Laura came tumbling in after me. The room was brightly lit and was massive. A dining table was in the middle and doors upon doors covered the walls. "Aw shit!" Laura announced blankly. She didn't seem mad, but depressed in a way. Before Sarah could utter any of her soothing words, I spaced out and noticed something quite unusual. Sarah's voice started but trailed off after she noticed me walk over to the dining table and get on my hands and feet.
I crawled under the long table, even though I was embarrassed, I had to know what the handle was. "What are you doing," Sarah wondered aloud. I looked at the metal handle sticking from the floor nervously. I reached over to it and grasped it tightly. I tugged hardly, but nothing happened. I heard Laura say something into Sarah's ear, but I didn't quite catch it. I pulled on the handle again… no use.
I rolled out from the table. I stood up and brushed myself off, feeling embarrassed I had made a small scene. Sarah walked over to me and lifted her arm slowly. My eyes opened widely, thinking she was going to strike me, but she merely brushed dust from my arm in a spot I had missed. She looked at me, trying to see beyond my face, and she appeared to be trying to see what I would be saying at this moment. She put her hand down, and her mouth opened to speak, although an ear splitting rumble cut her off intensely.
The floor shook and all of us were knocked off our feet. I looked around the room, but there wasn't anything out of the norm. The shaking stopped abruptly, and we stood up gradually. "Damn, don't you hate it when that happens?" Laura asked, staring at me. I giggled slightly and nodded. Laura smiled gracefully and stroked her long brownish hair. She walked over towards the door on the other side of the room and reached for the handle. She turned it softly, forgetting to get out her berretta as she stepped into the unknown door.
"Hey," Sarah yelled to Laura, "You better be ready for anything when you walk into unexplored doors." Laura smiled even wider, and grabbed her gun from her pocket. She turned around slowly and was met with a bite to the neck from a viral infected zombie. Half of her neck was torn right off from the merciless cannibal. Chunks of flesh and blood hit the floor when I lifted my magnum and shot one bullet to the head of the monster. It fell back, and in seconds, the pale body of Laura landed atop the zombie.
"Fuuuuck!" Sarah cursed, "I should have warned her sooner!" I touched her shoulder, but walked away from her shaky stance. I shuffled over to the door slowly, clutching my grip with white knuckles. It seemed silent. It seemed I was alone. I walked along side of Laura's bloody body, not looking at her cold eyes. Something grasped my ankle violently, forcing me to fall to the ground painfully. My gun flew from my hand and I was weaponless.
Richard lifted his gun too the last remaining member of his group. He shot the man in his head, just before he started to change. He had been bitten, but Richard shot him before he could turn into a monster. He sobbed and put his shotgun down. The bloody heap on the ground was his fault. He left his guard down. Three men died, and those three men were all depending on him. "God, get me the hell out of here!" he pleaded loudly.
He had run out of bullets on his handgun, two rooms back. His two-barreled shotgun was in his grip tightly. He walked towards the door to his left, but a rumbling quake threw him off balance. The shake threw him into a desk, and his head collided with the side of it. Richard looked around the room dizzily, and everything went black.
Years passed until Richard woke up, although he had only been knocked out for a few minutes. He opened the door in front of him slowly and quietly. He looked around at the monster movie scene he witnessed. He saw the mute man being tripped by a zombie on the floor, and he saw the man's gun fly from his hand. "Foolish boy!" he thought as he drew his weapon to the beast on the floor.
He fired his shotgun and the monster's arm came off. He reloaded quickly, but before he could finish off the zombie, the other women in the room fired her handgun twice into the thing's head, and it had stopped moving and moaning.
A shot was fired in my direction when I dropped my gun. I looked over and saw a man with a shotgun in his hands. Laura had already become violent, and she was trying as hard as she could to get a chunk from my flesh. I tried to scream, but nothing escaped my mouth. I hated the feeling, and I knew it could be the last I felt it. Sarah fired two shots into Laura's soft-fleshed head. Blood and brain chunks flew onto my shirt and pants, but I knew I was safe for the moment. I scurried towards my gun and aimed it at the man who I had seen with the shotgun.
As it turned out, the man was merely Richard. I had thought it was someone else, and I wasn't willing to take any more chances. I sighed and put my gun down. Richard held out his hand, and I took it. He pulled me to my feet and I mouthed the word, "Thanks." He nodded and patted my back kindly.
"Now, what's in that room?" Richard asked, pointing ahead of them to the open door where the zombie come out had and eaten Laura. Sarah answered quietly, "We… we don't know." Richard reloaded his gun and started for the room. He stalked by me and entered the gloomy room. I followed leisurely; making sure my gun was ready. I felt Sarah breathing close behind me. I could tell she was scared and uneasy, just as I was.
The room was circular and the ceiling stretched up to the roof. The entire room was covered in some sort of paper-like thing. A gigantic, long, flaky thing covered the room. I looked around the place, and noticed a humongous hole in the center of the floor. It took me a few seconds to realize what was happening. "Oh shit…" Sarah muttered. That basically was all I needed to say right now. I am not afraid of anything, but one thing. Richard began to speak, "There is a giant snake on the loose, and I have two more rounds left…."
Reluctantly, everyone else agreed silently. I felt like I was in high school again, waiting to be picked for the certain team. I wondered which color door I would have to venture through, what will be behind it, and whom I'd be with. Richard took the initiative of picking the group of four he was in. He was with two macho guys and one scrawny, middle-aged man was part of their group.
The second group was two regular guys, they didn't seem too special, and two girls. The two girls had curly hair, and when they said their names, they didn't suit their looks in the least bit. They were Veronica and Cassandra, which I found rather exotic names for sleazy looking Resistance people. I hadn't noticed those people all that much; they had all remained silent since landing.
I had looked around at the remaining two. I was in the group with one less person. It was Sarah, Laura, and I to go out into door… "You three will go into the Black door," Richard's voice spoke aloud. He discussed the plan with us, and it wasn't as complex as I first thought it would be. As it turns out, we were merely going into sheer death without anyway to call for help. We had to assume when an hour was up so we can turn back, and we had to remember every door, every hall, and every turn we made.
Sarah looked determined to go out, seeming a lot braver than she was upon landing. The other member of the group seemed as if she was getting ready to shoot her small handgun at the first thing that she sees moving. Richard's speech, which I had barely heard, came to an impressive end. A few murmured, "Yeah," while the rest nodded weakly. I, however, remained still.
It felt silent, and I was the first to break the silence. Not with my voice, of course, but with my plundering footsteps to the black door. I turned its handle, and signaled Laura and Sarah to follow. It took a few seconds for them to realize what was happening, but when they did they followed me through the door, slowly drawing their guns. We stepped forward a little and looked around the great hallway. The entire area was painted all black with red lights spotlights dangling from the ceiling. There were cameras along the walls… mocking us.
We heard footsteps from outside our room march into the other rooms. Our door seemed to slowly close itself. I jumped at the sound of the door's closing, but it was the thing that had swooped down that made me open my mouth to scream. Yet, before I could struggle to force out a pitch shout, I opened fired on the beast with wings. The creature screamed bloodcurdlingly and hurled it self at Sarah. She let out a scream, but it was cut short by an ear piercing shot being fired.
A bullet zoomed from my magnum and punctured a hole in the thing's head. It flopped to the ground with a thud and left Sarah standing still, shaking. I walked over to the clump of mucus shit on the ground. The blast from my gun had ripped apart the neck and it mangled its head as well. I looked over the viral carrying beast and notice something I never thought possible… even from Umbrella.
"Wings…" Sarah murmured. She stated it as clear as it should have been stated. It was a fucking man with wings! It was like one of the monsters I feared as a child. The sides of the man's arms were just blood and tissue. The top layer of skin had rotted off. "Are you all okay," muttered the Laura girl from behind me. I had forgotten about her being here for a second, but she was soon remembered. I loaded my gun and looked around.
The dark hall seemed to feel a bit brighter. I don't know if it was just my eyes becoming adjusted or someone had turned the lights a bit up. There weren't any doors except for the one at the end of the threatening hall. The door loomed closer as we stepped monotonously. Our feet hit the floor in a soothing rhythm. My heart beat loudly against my chest, making me feel as if the creatures could sense me from the noise. The door was in grasping reach, but I felt as if I had opened to many doors in one night. Sarah walked ahead of me and looked at my eyes for a brief second. Her concerned, yet determined glare gave me a small hope for survival.
She twisted the handle gently, and breathed deeply. She stepped into the room, as I stood behind her motionlessly. Her bravery made me draw my guns and step forward. Laura came tumbling in after me. The room was brightly lit and was massive. A dining table was in the middle and doors upon doors covered the walls. "Aw shit!" Laura announced blankly. She didn't seem mad, but depressed in a way. Before Sarah could utter any of her soothing words, I spaced out and noticed something quite unusual. Sarah's voice started but trailed off after she noticed me walk over to the dining table and get on my hands and feet.
I crawled under the long table, even though I was embarrassed, I had to know what the handle was. "What are you doing," Sarah wondered aloud. I looked at the metal handle sticking from the floor nervously. I reached over to it and grasped it tightly. I tugged hardly, but nothing happened. I heard Laura say something into Sarah's ear, but I didn't quite catch it. I pulled on the handle again… no use.
I rolled out from the table. I stood up and brushed myself off, feeling embarrassed I had made a small scene. Sarah walked over to me and lifted her arm slowly. My eyes opened widely, thinking she was going to strike me, but she merely brushed dust from my arm in a spot I had missed. She looked at me, trying to see beyond my face, and she appeared to be trying to see what I would be saying at this moment. She put her hand down, and her mouth opened to speak, although an ear splitting rumble cut her off intensely.
The floor shook and all of us were knocked off our feet. I looked around the room, but there wasn't anything out of the norm. The shaking stopped abruptly, and we stood up gradually. "Damn, don't you hate it when that happens?" Laura asked, staring at me. I giggled slightly and nodded. Laura smiled gracefully and stroked her long brownish hair. She walked over towards the door on the other side of the room and reached for the handle. She turned it softly, forgetting to get out her berretta as she stepped into the unknown door.
"Hey," Sarah yelled to Laura, "You better be ready for anything when you walk into unexplored doors." Laura smiled even wider, and grabbed her gun from her pocket. She turned around slowly and was met with a bite to the neck from a viral infected zombie. Half of her neck was torn right off from the merciless cannibal. Chunks of flesh and blood hit the floor when I lifted my magnum and shot one bullet to the head of the monster. It fell back, and in seconds, the pale body of Laura landed atop the zombie.
"Fuuuuck!" Sarah cursed, "I should have warned her sooner!" I touched her shoulder, but walked away from her shaky stance. I shuffled over to the door slowly, clutching my grip with white knuckles. It seemed silent. It seemed I was alone. I walked along side of Laura's bloody body, not looking at her cold eyes. Something grasped my ankle violently, forcing me to fall to the ground painfully. My gun flew from my hand and I was weaponless.
Richard lifted his gun too the last remaining member of his group. He shot the man in his head, just before he started to change. He had been bitten, but Richard shot him before he could turn into a monster. He sobbed and put his shotgun down. The bloody heap on the ground was his fault. He left his guard down. Three men died, and those three men were all depending on him. "God, get me the hell out of here!" he pleaded loudly.
He had run out of bullets on his handgun, two rooms back. His two-barreled shotgun was in his grip tightly. He walked towards the door to his left, but a rumbling quake threw him off balance. The shake threw him into a desk, and his head collided with the side of it. Richard looked around the room dizzily, and everything went black.
Years passed until Richard woke up, although he had only been knocked out for a few minutes. He opened the door in front of him slowly and quietly. He looked around at the monster movie scene he witnessed. He saw the mute man being tripped by a zombie on the floor, and he saw the man's gun fly from his hand. "Foolish boy!" he thought as he drew his weapon to the beast on the floor.
He fired his shotgun and the monster's arm came off. He reloaded quickly, but before he could finish off the zombie, the other women in the room fired her handgun twice into the thing's head, and it had stopped moving and moaning.
A shot was fired in my direction when I dropped my gun. I looked over and saw a man with a shotgun in his hands. Laura had already become violent, and she was trying as hard as she could to get a chunk from my flesh. I tried to scream, but nothing escaped my mouth. I hated the feeling, and I knew it could be the last I felt it. Sarah fired two shots into Laura's soft-fleshed head. Blood and brain chunks flew onto my shirt and pants, but I knew I was safe for the moment. I scurried towards my gun and aimed it at the man who I had seen with the shotgun.
As it turned out, the man was merely Richard. I had thought it was someone else, and I wasn't willing to take any more chances. I sighed and put my gun down. Richard held out his hand, and I took it. He pulled me to my feet and I mouthed the word, "Thanks." He nodded and patted my back kindly.
"Now, what's in that room?" Richard asked, pointing ahead of them to the open door where the zombie come out had and eaten Laura. Sarah answered quietly, "We… we don't know." Richard reloaded his gun and started for the room. He stalked by me and entered the gloomy room. I followed leisurely; making sure my gun was ready. I felt Sarah breathing close behind me. I could tell she was scared and uneasy, just as I was.
The room was circular and the ceiling stretched up to the roof. The entire room was covered in some sort of paper-like thing. A gigantic, long, flaky thing covered the room. I looked around the place, and noticed a humongous hole in the center of the floor. It took me a few seconds to realize what was happening. "Oh shit…" Sarah muttered. That basically was all I needed to say right now. I am not afraid of anything, but one thing. Richard began to speak, "There is a giant snake on the loose, and I have two more rounds left…."
