Resident Evil: No End In Sight To This Nightmare

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters related to Resident Evil. Any similarities between monsters in my story and someone else's is completely a coincidence.

Chapter Eight: Genesis

Leon picks Dusty up and fires on the creature, the shotgun flailing around in his grip. Michael grabs the M16 from the rubble and jumps into the corner, firing at the short-coated one. Dusty stands up and holds up his handgun, his vision blurred greatly. Leon taps him on the shoulder and jumps on top of him, just as a big leather fist flies around.

Dusty groans and doesn't move as Leon stands up, loading the shotgun as he does so. He jumps back to avoid a swinging punch and jumps right into the grip of another creature, this one missing an arm.

Another one? Aw DAMN IT!!!!!!!!

It begins to squeeze him as it growls, the sound shaking his insides. He feels a rib crack and two more break as gunfire fills his ears, and then nothing, as the floor below them gives from the massive weight. Leon is able to breathe as the arm loosen its grip, then pain washes over him, since he just slammed chest-first onto the floor below.

He stands up, but is forced back down again as a foot is pressed into his back. The wind is violently forced from his lungs as he feels two more ribs crack. Claire screams to his left and another wall explodes, coating the entire room in a white cloud. Leon screams as the boot is pushed down harder, then it loosens considerably, and the room is shaken as something big falls down.

What now?

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Thomas can't believe it! He just kicked a Nemesis and it fell over! He continues to kick its head until it flies off, sparks flying from the cybernetic parts.

Hehe, cyborgs suck as BOWs.

He turns around as another Nemesis punches him in head, sending him back into another one, which punches him as well, sending fresh waves of pain wracking through his body. Thomas jumps to his feet and spins around, driving his heel into the stomach of the Nemesis, smiling as its side caves in.

Oh... Pretty...

He drops to his knees as a great big fist flies above him, slamming into the wall. He places his right hand on the ground and pushes up, driving his foot into its chin. The Nemesis stumbles, and then falls over, nearly crushing the brown-haired man. He jumps into the air and lands on the Nemesis's head, crushing it on impact. He looks around, and jumps into the air, driving his left knee into the last one's face, tearing its jaw off.

He doesn't waste time, as he places the barrel against the roof of its mouth, keeping himself in the air with a grip of its trench-coat. He drains the clip and they both fall over, Thomas landing with his feet planted on its chest, a satisfied grin on his face. He breathes in contently and looks around as four guns are aimed at his head.

"I save your asses and this is the thanks I get? I'll never understand the human race."

He drops to his butt and spins his legs around, tripping all four of them.

He stands up, prepared to kill them all, when a voice enters his head, "No, you don't want to kill them yet, they'll lead you to a bigger prize."

Thomas looks around and asks, "Who are you?"

The voice laughs and replies, "Just call me your inner conscience."

Thomas has to laugh at this, then runs out, leaving his four prizes to groan in pain. He jumps at the window and kicks it open, glass flying everywhere. He lands on the ground and stands up to face a zombie.

It's fetid breath washes over him and he smiles, "I see you had the fried fish hmm?"

He then shoves the base of his palm into its nose, killing it instantly. He steps through its body and looks around, his eyes resting on the constant smoke stream from the steel-refinery. A sick and evil smile crosses his lips and he takes off, his boots pounding the pavement hard.

I know where you are, my inner conscience...

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"And THAT was?" is the first question to leave Dusty's lips as he grabs his handgun from the innards of one of those creatures.

He takes out the clip and groans in disgust as the bullets roll out, the clip bent out of shape and filled with blood.

He reaches for a fresh one as Claire replies, "Someone we met a little while back. But he's strong as shit this time. Leon, you ok?"

Leon stands up, his bottom lip bleeding profusely, "Yeah, I'm fine... How about you, Michael? Michael?"

Michael calls out from under a pile of debris and they pull pieces off of him, "I think I got hit the hardest... Are my fingers bleeding?"

Dusty pulls him up and says, "You're fine. Now, what next?"

Leon and Claire look around and Leon replies, "Dunno... Claire?"

Claire shakes her head and says, while yawning, "I want to sleep. But, seeing as we're stuck in a hellhole where SLEEP is nonexistent, I'm screwed either way. Michael?"

Michael checks his gun and says, "Don't look at me. Mr. Officer over there knows this town better than all of us."

Leon looks around uneasily and Claire responds, "No, we do, this is almost an exact model of Raccoon City. Behind this building is the church, across from that is the cemetery, and beyond that is the water-treatment plant. And Leon, how much farther north of us is the Police Station?"

Leon chuckles and replies, "Seventy meters."

Michael looks at Dusty and he nods, "They're right. But to prove it, Leon, what is one mile east from here?"

Leon smiles like a big kid and replies, "The Gun Shop."

Dusty nods and replies, "Pretty impressive."

Leon walks toward Michael and Dusty and replies, "Now, I say we try to find a ride and get out of here. Where does the subway go to?"

Dusty smiles and looks up, "Don't you know?"

Leon frowns and replies, "Nope, you little smartass. Raccoon didn't have subways."

Dusty laughs and replies, "It ends near the church, somewhere in between the hospital and the cemetery."

Claire nods and looks at Leon, who's lost in thought.

He shakes his head and replies, "Sorry, was just think we'd probably hit the gun shop along the way, considering this happened too damn fast, maybe they'd have something."

Dusty looks at the M16 and says, "Claire, that's empty."

She arches an eyebrow and looks at the gun, "Hmm, I guess so. Ok, anyone got a spare clip for the handgun?"

Michael tosses one at her and looks around, "Hey guys, was that wall covered in blood before?"

They all spin their heads toward and Michael laughs, "Gotcha!"

Dusty places the barrel of his gun against Michael's left temple and growls, "Not. Funny. Got it?"

Michael gulps, then sighs as the barrel is pulled away, the hammer returning back to its original position.

Dusty slides the gun into his holster and Leon says, "Let's move out."

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"You have got to be kidding me... Well damn..."

Thomas looks at the river of molten steel and watches as it burns its way down the street slowly...

He looks at the clock inside the building to his left and sighs, "It moves SO slow. I clock it at three centimeters a minute. OH!! A brand new land-speed record!"

"Get going, NOW!"

"Oh shut up you."

Thomas rolls his blood-shot eyes and walks toward the steel-refinery.

I am going to rip your eyes out and let you see yourself when I find you.

He steps away from the molten river of metal and walks through the side door, the heat singeing his face and arms, turning them almost black. He looks around and jumps straight up, landing on the catwalk as one of the pools overflow, pouring molten steel over what was left of safe flooring. He smiles as flames lick the walls then walks down the catwalk, stopping as it sways every seven steps. He reaches the door on the other end and places a hand on the knob, his sensitive ears picking up a dog whining.

Who the hell keeps a dog in a steel refinery?

He turns the knob and the door flies open, a zombified dog pouncing on him.

He holds its head back with both hands and says, "You're a feisty one," then snaps its neck.

He stands up and pushes it off into the pool of steel, smiling as it bursts into flames almost instantly.

This is probably one of the worst jokes ever, but here goes. Now that is one HOT dog.

He cringes at the bad joke and walks into the door, surveying the small office. On the wall to his left, a single desk, lamp, and chair. To his right, a row of monitors, each one pointed at a different room of the refinery.

"Now, I can watch them enter. If they do..."

The voice picks up yet again, "They will, trust me..."

Thomas growls at it and plops down in the chair, grabs the remote, and sighs, "Perfect, I could be out killing things, but that'd make it easier for them to get here, which means less bloodshed, which I can't have."

He laughs and leans back in the chair, then screams as he falls backward.

"Damn chairs..."

--

Dusty looks at the headless zombie, at his smoking gun, then at Leon and Claire.

He sighs and asks, "If they're dead, is it still called murder?"

Leon and Claire shrug and Michael replies, "Stop asking stupid questions."

Dusty tilts his head as the three walk past and he says, "I wasn't kidding. I want to know. Hey, where are you going? The subway is that way."

Leon turns around, "True, but the gun shop is this way."

Dusty rolls his eyes and retorts, "But the subway is faster."

Claire laughs as Leon stops dead in his tracks.

He is silent for a while, then replies, "Oh yeah. Hehe, don't say shit."

He directed that last sentence at Michael, who had his hand up and his mouth open. He lowers his hand and closes his mouth, then looks around.

Dusty looks at Leon and says, "Now who's the smartass?"

Claire laughs again as Leon clenches his teeth, then growls loudly as he stomps down the stairs to the subway station.

Dusty looks at Claire and Michael, then asks, "He wants to kill me, doesn't he?"

Claire shrugs and walks down the stairs, soon followed by Leon and Michael.

As Claire rounds the corner and Michael whispers, "He might want to kill you, but I want to annihilate you."

Dusty stops and waits until he rounds the corner, "He's kidding, right?"

A scurrying sounds echoes behind him and he draws his gun, only to see that it was a rat. He sighs and turns around, screaming at the face in front of him.

Michael smiles and says, "Gotcha again," then walks off.

Dusty stands up and shouts, "Jackass!!"

A zombie moans from the top of the stairs and Dusty slides down the bottom steps, and runs to catch up with Leon, Claire, and Michael.

God I hate this town, and the people in it...

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"So soon. Soon, Weidick will have his enemies, and then some."

Justin Leach turns from the monitor and looks at the single sheet-covered figure on the tables. He snaps a pair of latex gloves on and looks at the tools before him.

He cracks his knuckles and grabs a huge hacksaw, then carves into the chest of the figure, "Give me six hours, and Genesis will be operational."

He drops the hacksaw and wheels a barrel near the table, then grabs an organ from inside.

"One elephant heart," he plops it on another table.

"Two Rhinoceros lungs," and drops them next to the heart.

He reaches in again and slams his fists into the side, "Great, no fucking gorilla brain. Damn it..."

He looks around the room and locks his gaze onto the three human corpses in the corner.

Maybe I won't need a gorilla brain...

He grabs a corpse and slides it near the table, "HA! I got the final part for Genesis... Oh! Play on words. TWINS!!!"

He grabs another corpse and chops the head off in one fell swoop, picking up the brain as it rolls out of the skull.

It's been a while, huh? Let me know what you think, as I wrote this in about two hours. Chapter Nine: All That Glitters is Not Gold.. Review NOW!! CoRpAsItE