Chapter 4- Keep moving…
It was incredible! How could something so big move so freaking fast!?! John dove out of the way of a colossal punch, and before I knew it I was launched into the air and across the street by what looked like some sort of tentacle out of the monster's hand. Mike rolled a grenade between its legs and we were sure that was the end of it, we were wrong. It was still standing, and we all stood in horror as it screamed a roar that could wake the dead, if they weren't up already! It looked at us then stared at the sky. What could it be looking for? Mike wasn't going to waste time; he pulled a TMP from off his back and fired a good 30 rounds into the beast. It just stood there. I raised my hand signaling Mike to hold his fire. A gross squishing sound filled the air as the saw its wounds heal almost instantaneously. We heard the sound of a helicopter overhead and saw an Umbrella chopper hover above us. We were saved, surely they were here to help fix their mess! Two for two wrong, they dropped a crate in front of the thing and a voice blasted from the Chopper.
"Resume your mission Nemesis!"
So that is this thing's name, Nemesis. I could believe it, it seems damn near impossible to kill. It opened the crate and picked up a rocket launcher and shells.
"Holy shit." John stood unable to believe Umbrella was arming the creature we were just trying to kill.
"Stars" was all the Nemesis said in reply and turned back towards the station.
It picked up speed and crashed threw the wall in the west wing of the station somewhere near the stairs to the S.T.A.R.S. office. We started to head into the station when we heard gunshots and then an explosion inside where the Nemesis crashed thru. We just stood there for a few minutes hoping Jill made a run for it.
"Should we head in after that thing?" Mike asked reloading his TMP.
"And do what, waste more bullets?" John blasted at Mike, frustration sounding in his voice. "Those bastards at Umbrella are using us and our city like a giant lab experiment to test their new toys!"
"We just need to keep moving, Jill survived Umbrella once before. Maybe we will run into her later if she survived that hunter." I said, determined not to have us winding up dead trying to save a possible corpse, especially since we don't know if she would end up trying to kill us if we actually got thru that thing to her. "Let's just get the hell outta here."
We turned just in the nick of time as a very active Brad Vickers started at us with glassy eyes. There was no sign of fear in his eyes, unlike his true self that was always scared about something. The fear was replaced by an intense concentration on what he was hoping was a meal.
"I won't kill you little brother," John said as he stared at the hobbling zombie that he just wished happy birthday to just three weeks ago, "But I can't have you chasing us either." John grabbed Brad's vest and tossed him down the stairs in front of the station. Brad just laid there for a few moments then pulled himself up. John Vickers was always a kidder and could be mean to Brad every once in a while, as all older brothers are to there siblings, but God knows he was proud of him. "Lets go." He said as he started to leave us behind. A zombie stumbled towards him from a dumpster across the street. He unloaded an entire clip in it then kicked its still body till all his frustration was out and he broke into tears.
"Let's find a place to get a rest and get our bearings straight partner." I said placing my hand on his shoulder. He just nodded.
We ended up in a warehouse about ten blocks away.
"No one is coming to help, is there?" Mike asked sitting in a chair in the office of the warehouse. John sulked in a corner and I leaned up against the wall.
"Someone will come. A whole city's worth of people don't stop paying taxes without someone getting suspicious." John tried to joke but Brad's death was still weighing heavily on his heart.
"I'll take that bet. Twenty bucks says everyone stays the Hell away from here after this mess is over." I said laughing sticking my hand out to shake on the bet with John. He looked up with half a smirk and shook my hand.
"How long should we wait? Just a few hours or the whole night?" Mike said with a yawn.
"I don't want to waste too much time; there could be civilians still out there. I say about forty-five minutes or so." I replied.
"Agreed." John stated as he wiped his eyes.
"Ok. Well wake me up in thirty minutes or so." Mike said leaning the chair back with his head against the wall.
I grabbed a pen and a sheet of paper from the desk and started to write a note in case anyone was wandering the streets. Figures, the one time I want to write something, I get writers block. I gave up for the moment and sat down leaning up against the desk a closed my eyes to rest.