Raccoon City: Demon's Gate
Chapter 7
By: Windra
Rowan could smell the fould odor of rot and waste as she closed the lid of the manhole. Taking a deep breath, she slowly climbed down the ladder, clinging to the it with her left hand while her right hand held the Beretta tightly, scoping around the darkness for any movement. When her feet hit the cold, hard cement floor at the last rung of the ladder, Rowan swung around.
The sewers were cold and dark, and every corner was concealed in shadows. The water in the man-made channel of the sewers directly to her left reflected off of the walls, making everything seemed to move. Distant moaning echoed through the corridors, making Rowan jump, the echoes of their once human cries seeming too close for comfort. Mentally, she cursed at herself for not bringing a flashlight.
Slowly, Rowan edged to the only turn, which led to the right, with her back to the wall. Exhailing slowly, she spun around the corner, but nothing was there to greet her. The girl mentally crossed her fingers in hope that she wouldn't see anything in the sewers. However, her luck was extremely crappy for the past few days, and she doubted that she wouldn't encounter anything. The only good points she had was that she was alive and that she met two people she could trust...
i God, I hope those two are allright...
The Spanish accented man, Carlos, was a new face, and Rowan didn't know if he was trustworthy or not. Hopefully, he was. Umbrella owned the U.B.C.S., and Rowan prayed that they didn't send them to hunt down the survivors or others. She didn't know what the U.B.C.S.'s true objectives were, although they were supposed to be looking for survivors. Carlos did seem trustworthy, and the girl hoped that he would go against Umbrella. What she did know was that Umbrella somehow managed to program a monster to take out the remaining S.T.A.R.S. members in Raccoon City, in this case, it was hunting down Jill and Brad. Rowan shuddered, remembering how it had almost killed her and the other two back at the R.P.D.
A low moan filled the corridor as a badly decayed virus carrier lurched into view, its arms outstretched. The lower half of its jaw was missing so that its tongue flopped loosely in what was left of its mouth. Rowan grimaced at the look of it and raised her gun, pulling the trigger and making a clean shot into the center of the zombie's forehead. It fell to the ground with a ghostly moan, and the girl continued through the sewers.
The damp corridor split into two paths, one going to the left and one to the right. The moans from the distant zombies came from the left corridor.
i If there are zombies to the left, maybe there's an opening they got through over there, which would mean an exit for me to get out of these sewers. But I don't have a lot of ammo left. I'll check the corridor to the right to see if there's clips or anything else that's useful...
It was decided. Rowan slowly inched to the corridor to the right, scoping the shadows with her Beretta as she walked, her footsteps echoing through the cold, dark hall.
**********
Rowan was lucky with her findings. She found a door at the end of the corridor which opened into a small room with plush chairs and a bookcase in the left corner next to the door she entered. Various animal trophies hung on the walls in the dimly lit room. The floor was made of marble, which was an odd combination considering the trophies and plush chairs.
iWeird how people that work in a smelly place enjoy comfort right where they work...
Rowan wrinkled her nose at the smell of the sewers as she began to look through the drawers of a furnished oak desk to the right of the room. She had used up a whole clip on a zombie and a giant, mutated spider with eyes the size of saucers, and was badly in need of ammo. The top drawer were locked, and there were two more left to try. The second drawers opened up to reveal pens, papers, and other things that were of no use to her. Sighing, Rowan opened the last drawer, and she saw a small leather book laying inside of it. Raising a brow, the girl picked it up and flipped through the pages. It was a journal. Curiously, she flipped to the last few pages and read the entries written down.
'September 24, 1998
I've been picked as a Watchdog for collecting information about the virus that is going around Raccoon. In Operation Watchdog, certain people who work with Umbrella are picked to go into Raccoon City disguised as workers, scientists, soldiers, and other things. Our duty is to study the effects of the virus on the city and the people and report the status of the city to Umbrella using computers. There are only ten Watchdogs, three of which I know are Davis Chan, Terence Foster, and some weird and spooky Russian named Nicholai. I'm supposed to be a woman who works for the city. I have my equipment ready, and, if my calculations are correct, it shouldn't be long until the city is infected...'
'September 26, 1998
It has begun. The city started to become overrun with the virus carriers. One of the first places that got hit was Raccoon City Middle School North, and I feel sorry for all of the children who lost their lives. I got word that Umbrella sent the Tyrant seeker, a.k.a. Nemesis, as we call it, out to hunt down the remaining S.T.A.R.S. members that are still in the city. Nicholai and his men arrived, although the rest of the U.B.C.S. are unaware of Operation Watchdog, Umbrella's bioweapons experiments, or the T-virus. The U.B.C.S.'s mission is to rescue civilians. The rest of the Watchdogs are somewhere in the city, reporting to Umbrella. I'll be reporting in a few minutes, as well.'
'September 28, 1998
Nicholai's coming for me, I just know it. He knows I'm a Watchdog and wants me dead. He probably wants the data I reported, which I saved on a floppy disk. I believe he wants to kill all the Watchdogs and collect their data, making him the only surviving Watchdog and extremely wealthy. I won't be able to hide for long, so I plan on facing him bravely. If anyone finds this journal, chances are that I'm prbably dead. Now I regret joining Umbrella, and now I see all the pain they caused. It has to end. Stop Nicholai, and stop Umbrella before something worse that Raccoon City happens...
Janice Thomlinson'
Rowan stared at the journal blankly, her eyes looking it over a few more times. Her school was the first place to be attacked by the hordes of the undead, which would explain why no police came to stop it. The thing chasing Brad and Jill was a Tyrant seeker that was also known as Nemesis. The man named Nicholai sounded like a maniac, and if the woman, Janice, was telling the truth, it was possible that Nicholai may cause trouble with Jill, Brad, and Carlos. Shaking her head in dibelief and confusion, Rowan closed the jounral, about to put it into her item pouch so she could show it to the others-
-and a small item fell from it and clattered to the floor. Cocking her head, the girl knelt down to pick it up, discovering that it was a key...
iThe top drawer!
Rowan smiled and picked the key up, then turned to the locked drawer. She stuck the key in and turned it, and with a small click, she pulled the now unlocked drawer open. Instantly, her jaw dropped.
A Colt Python was in the drawer, along with enough bullets for it to take out around twenty or twenty-five zombies with one shot. There were also two clips for the Beretta. Grinning, Rowan put the safety on the Beretta and put it in her right jean pocket so that its handle stuck out. She opened her ammo pouch and put the Beretta and Colt ammunition in it, then carefully zipped it back up. Sighing, Rowan picked up the Colt and turned to head out the door.
**********
As Rowan exited the door, gun shots sounded somewhere in the corridor. She ran to find the source, pointing the Colt at the dark shadows in the sewers. She heard footsteps, but not her own, and saw a man running through one of the corridors. He had short army cut white hair, and Rowan could see him wearing a U.B.C.S. uniform, but that was all she could make out of him in the dark.
"Hey!" Rowan yelled, waving for him with her left hand-
-and a bullet ricocheted off of the wall next to her head, Rowan heard a Russian accented laugh as the man disappeared into the darkness.
iNicholai...
Rowan glared at where he disappeared, her eyes flashing with rage. If that was Nicholai, she was right when she concluded that he must've been crazy. He just shot at her, the bullet barely missing her head.
Rowan shook the anger off an ran to where she heard the first shot. The path led her to a small room which looked like a tiny laboratory. Books were stacked around the room, and a small computer terminal was hidden behind a stack of them. An elevator lift was in the top right corner of the room, and-
i-Oh God...
A woman's body was slumped against a wall, her face completely obliterated. She had long, black hair and wore a white lab coat and denim jeans, which were both splattered with blood. Rowan pushed the bile back down as she saw that her face was riddled with bullet holes. It had to be Janice, and Nicholai really was hunting her down.
Covering her mouth, Rowan ran out of the room to look for a way out of the sewers, praying that she would get to Jill, Brad, and Carlos before Nicholai did.
**********
SE42, also known as Behemoth, opened its reptillian eyes.
It was inside a small cage in the sewers, locked away in a secret room so that it wouldn't be discovered. It had been asleep for days since it had broken out of its confinement in a laboratory, but was awakened by its beckoning hunger, by the long for fresh blood. Growling, it glanced out of the cage, its senses sharp and alert. It smelt fresh meat somewhere in the sewers, and it was very, very hungry.
Glaring at the cage, Behemoth raised one of its powerful, clawed arms-
-and four of the steel bars were sliced in half, breaking under the power of its arms and claws. The monster gave a triumphant roar and stepped out of the cage, sniffing the air.
Fresh meat, and Behemoth was hungry. It needed food, wanted it. Giving a loud, primordial roar, the creature kicked the door of the secret room off of its hinges and to the opposite side of the room with one of its clawed feet, then ran off into the sewers in search of its prey.
Chapter 7
By: Windra
Rowan could smell the fould odor of rot and waste as she closed the lid of the manhole. Taking a deep breath, she slowly climbed down the ladder, clinging to the it with her left hand while her right hand held the Beretta tightly, scoping around the darkness for any movement. When her feet hit the cold, hard cement floor at the last rung of the ladder, Rowan swung around.
The sewers were cold and dark, and every corner was concealed in shadows. The water in the man-made channel of the sewers directly to her left reflected off of the walls, making everything seemed to move. Distant moaning echoed through the corridors, making Rowan jump, the echoes of their once human cries seeming too close for comfort. Mentally, she cursed at herself for not bringing a flashlight.
Slowly, Rowan edged to the only turn, which led to the right, with her back to the wall. Exhailing slowly, she spun around the corner, but nothing was there to greet her. The girl mentally crossed her fingers in hope that she wouldn't see anything in the sewers. However, her luck was extremely crappy for the past few days, and she doubted that she wouldn't encounter anything. The only good points she had was that she was alive and that she met two people she could trust...
i God, I hope those two are allright...
The Spanish accented man, Carlos, was a new face, and Rowan didn't know if he was trustworthy or not. Hopefully, he was. Umbrella owned the U.B.C.S., and Rowan prayed that they didn't send them to hunt down the survivors or others. She didn't know what the U.B.C.S.'s true objectives were, although they were supposed to be looking for survivors. Carlos did seem trustworthy, and the girl hoped that he would go against Umbrella. What she did know was that Umbrella somehow managed to program a monster to take out the remaining S.T.A.R.S. members in Raccoon City, in this case, it was hunting down Jill and Brad. Rowan shuddered, remembering how it had almost killed her and the other two back at the R.P.D.
A low moan filled the corridor as a badly decayed virus carrier lurched into view, its arms outstretched. The lower half of its jaw was missing so that its tongue flopped loosely in what was left of its mouth. Rowan grimaced at the look of it and raised her gun, pulling the trigger and making a clean shot into the center of the zombie's forehead. It fell to the ground with a ghostly moan, and the girl continued through the sewers.
The damp corridor split into two paths, one going to the left and one to the right. The moans from the distant zombies came from the left corridor.
i If there are zombies to the left, maybe there's an opening they got through over there, which would mean an exit for me to get out of these sewers. But I don't have a lot of ammo left. I'll check the corridor to the right to see if there's clips or anything else that's useful...
It was decided. Rowan slowly inched to the corridor to the right, scoping the shadows with her Beretta as she walked, her footsteps echoing through the cold, dark hall.
**********
Rowan was lucky with her findings. She found a door at the end of the corridor which opened into a small room with plush chairs and a bookcase in the left corner next to the door she entered. Various animal trophies hung on the walls in the dimly lit room. The floor was made of marble, which was an odd combination considering the trophies and plush chairs.
iWeird how people that work in a smelly place enjoy comfort right where they work...
Rowan wrinkled her nose at the smell of the sewers as she began to look through the drawers of a furnished oak desk to the right of the room. She had used up a whole clip on a zombie and a giant, mutated spider with eyes the size of saucers, and was badly in need of ammo. The top drawer were locked, and there were two more left to try. The second drawers opened up to reveal pens, papers, and other things that were of no use to her. Sighing, Rowan opened the last drawer, and she saw a small leather book laying inside of it. Raising a brow, the girl picked it up and flipped through the pages. It was a journal. Curiously, she flipped to the last few pages and read the entries written down.
'September 24, 1998
I've been picked as a Watchdog for collecting information about the virus that is going around Raccoon. In Operation Watchdog, certain people who work with Umbrella are picked to go into Raccoon City disguised as workers, scientists, soldiers, and other things. Our duty is to study the effects of the virus on the city and the people and report the status of the city to Umbrella using computers. There are only ten Watchdogs, three of which I know are Davis Chan, Terence Foster, and some weird and spooky Russian named Nicholai. I'm supposed to be a woman who works for the city. I have my equipment ready, and, if my calculations are correct, it shouldn't be long until the city is infected...'
'September 26, 1998
It has begun. The city started to become overrun with the virus carriers. One of the first places that got hit was Raccoon City Middle School North, and I feel sorry for all of the children who lost their lives. I got word that Umbrella sent the Tyrant seeker, a.k.a. Nemesis, as we call it, out to hunt down the remaining S.T.A.R.S. members that are still in the city. Nicholai and his men arrived, although the rest of the U.B.C.S. are unaware of Operation Watchdog, Umbrella's bioweapons experiments, or the T-virus. The U.B.C.S.'s mission is to rescue civilians. The rest of the Watchdogs are somewhere in the city, reporting to Umbrella. I'll be reporting in a few minutes, as well.'
'September 28, 1998
Nicholai's coming for me, I just know it. He knows I'm a Watchdog and wants me dead. He probably wants the data I reported, which I saved on a floppy disk. I believe he wants to kill all the Watchdogs and collect their data, making him the only surviving Watchdog and extremely wealthy. I won't be able to hide for long, so I plan on facing him bravely. If anyone finds this journal, chances are that I'm prbably dead. Now I regret joining Umbrella, and now I see all the pain they caused. It has to end. Stop Nicholai, and stop Umbrella before something worse that Raccoon City happens...
Janice Thomlinson'
Rowan stared at the journal blankly, her eyes looking it over a few more times. Her school was the first place to be attacked by the hordes of the undead, which would explain why no police came to stop it. The thing chasing Brad and Jill was a Tyrant seeker that was also known as Nemesis. The man named Nicholai sounded like a maniac, and if the woman, Janice, was telling the truth, it was possible that Nicholai may cause trouble with Jill, Brad, and Carlos. Shaking her head in dibelief and confusion, Rowan closed the jounral, about to put it into her item pouch so she could show it to the others-
-and a small item fell from it and clattered to the floor. Cocking her head, the girl knelt down to pick it up, discovering that it was a key...
iThe top drawer!
Rowan smiled and picked the key up, then turned to the locked drawer. She stuck the key in and turned it, and with a small click, she pulled the now unlocked drawer open. Instantly, her jaw dropped.
A Colt Python was in the drawer, along with enough bullets for it to take out around twenty or twenty-five zombies with one shot. There were also two clips for the Beretta. Grinning, Rowan put the safety on the Beretta and put it in her right jean pocket so that its handle stuck out. She opened her ammo pouch and put the Beretta and Colt ammunition in it, then carefully zipped it back up. Sighing, Rowan picked up the Colt and turned to head out the door.
**********
As Rowan exited the door, gun shots sounded somewhere in the corridor. She ran to find the source, pointing the Colt at the dark shadows in the sewers. She heard footsteps, but not her own, and saw a man running through one of the corridors. He had short army cut white hair, and Rowan could see him wearing a U.B.C.S. uniform, but that was all she could make out of him in the dark.
"Hey!" Rowan yelled, waving for him with her left hand-
-and a bullet ricocheted off of the wall next to her head, Rowan heard a Russian accented laugh as the man disappeared into the darkness.
iNicholai...
Rowan glared at where he disappeared, her eyes flashing with rage. If that was Nicholai, she was right when she concluded that he must've been crazy. He just shot at her, the bullet barely missing her head.
Rowan shook the anger off an ran to where she heard the first shot. The path led her to a small room which looked like a tiny laboratory. Books were stacked around the room, and a small computer terminal was hidden behind a stack of them. An elevator lift was in the top right corner of the room, and-
i-Oh God...
A woman's body was slumped against a wall, her face completely obliterated. She had long, black hair and wore a white lab coat and denim jeans, which were both splattered with blood. Rowan pushed the bile back down as she saw that her face was riddled with bullet holes. It had to be Janice, and Nicholai really was hunting her down.
Covering her mouth, Rowan ran out of the room to look for a way out of the sewers, praying that she would get to Jill, Brad, and Carlos before Nicholai did.
**********
SE42, also known as Behemoth, opened its reptillian eyes.
It was inside a small cage in the sewers, locked away in a secret room so that it wouldn't be discovered. It had been asleep for days since it had broken out of its confinement in a laboratory, but was awakened by its beckoning hunger, by the long for fresh blood. Growling, it glanced out of the cage, its senses sharp and alert. It smelt fresh meat somewhere in the sewers, and it was very, very hungry.
Glaring at the cage, Behemoth raised one of its powerful, clawed arms-
-and four of the steel bars were sliced in half, breaking under the power of its arms and claws. The monster gave a triumphant roar and stepped out of the cage, sniffing the air.
Fresh meat, and Behemoth was hungry. It needed food, wanted it. Giving a loud, primordial roar, the creature kicked the door of the secret room off of its hinges and to the opposite side of the room with one of its clawed feet, then ran off into the sewers in search of its prey.