Disclaimer- I kinda somewhat own the plot, well I mashed up RE2 and RE3 so I don't really own the plot. I do how ever own Citrine, Mariah, Candice, Miles, and Amelia. Everything else belongs to the ever wonderful Capcom.
Claire shivered, her teeth chattering as they continued their search four Sherry. Several different scenarios playing through her head on what could have happened to Sherry. Images of Sherry being ripped apart by zombies, and any other creature flashed flashed through her mind. Scowling she pushed those thoughts from her head, and continued on.
"I wonder how far these sewers go on for." Brad asked, blood coating his once yellow vest. Courtesy of a zombie that had gotten the jump on him. Thankfully Claire had quickly dispatched it before it could sink its teeth into his neck.
"They probably go one for a good long while, hopefully Sherry is close by. And hopefully she's not in trouble." Claire told him.
Though given the circumstances. Brad thought bitterly, is that she 'is' in trouble and we may not be able to rescue her. Tightening his grip on his gun Brad glanced at Claire from the corner of his eye, noticing that she was shivering despite her attempts to hide it from him. Brad contemplated offering her his vest, but thought against it as he glanced down at it, seeing it covered and blood and god knows what else.
Rounding the corner the two saw that they only had one option to go left, or to try and make it through the water fall of filthy sewer water. And that wasn't too appealing. Looking to the right Brad spotted a strange machine with two slots. Underneath the said slots were two small pictures. One of a wolf, another of an eagle. Wait a minute! He recognized those pictures. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out the two medallions he had found in their search.
Having remembered what Jill and Chris had told him about certain puzzles they had to solve while in the mansion. Carefully he placed both medallions in their rightful slots. Smiling in satisfaction as the spraying slowly stopped, revealing a door. Glancing left again he looked to Claire, seeing the uncertainly in her eyes.
"What do you think?" he asked. "Go left? Or should we go straight ahead? Or option three you go one way I go the other?"
Claire thought for a moment, brow furrowed in concentration. "I'll go that way." She finally said, moving towards the door.
"Then I'll go this way, and if we don't find anything we come back here. Understand?" Brad said.
Sighing Claire gave him a crooked grin, but he could see worry shining in her eyes. "If we survive that is." She told him.
"No," Brad said sternly. Reaching out to grab her wrist, stopping her. "You will survive, Claire I know you will." He told her, leaving no room for argument.
Surprised Claire blinked and nodded.
And besides. He thought, letting go of her wrist. Your brother would have my head if you died in this shithole of a city. Turning away he climbed the ledge, and walked down the hall. Hearing the door open and close he hoped Claire wouldn't run into any trouble. Gripping his gun tightly as he walked down the hall, stopping every once in a while to listen. Nothing, was that a good sign or bad? Good, because it meant that there were no zombies lurking anywhere nearby. Bad, because he knew that any other infected creature could be lurking close by. Including that thing wearing the green trench coat. Whatever that was. When he heard a scream followed a splash.
Sherry!
Running Brad turned around the corner, and was relieved to see Sherry huddled on top a pile of garbage. "Sherry!" He called out, relieved that he had found her alive.
With terrified eyes Sherry turned to him, Brad moved to walk over to her, when movement caught his eye. Looking in that direction his eyes widened as he stared into a pair of yellow reptilian eyes. The alligator had been circling where Sherry sat up until it caught a glimpse of Brad.
Hissing the massive reptile swam towards him. Heart hammering against his rib cage Brad quickly backed away as it snapped at him. Hissing again the alligator crawled up on to the platform Brad was on. Pulling out his gun, Brad fired on it, hoping to hit it in the eyes or anywhere that could be classified as a weak spot. Getting lucky when a bullet burrowed into its right eye, blood spraying from it as the gator thrashed around.
Glaring at Brad the gator let out an earth shattering roar, its tail swinging back and forth, slapping the walls as it crept closer and closer to Brad. Dust rained down from the ceiling and onto his head and shoulders, as he backed away. Bullets weren't have much effect on it, at least not bullets from a pistol. That is when he saw it, there perched on the wall, was a gas canister.
And next to it was the button to release it from the wall. Pressing it Brad kicked the canister towards the alligator. Hissing the alligator lowered its jaws toward the canister, intent on pushing it out of the way. Firing Brad was rewarded with an explosion, that knocked him flat on his back. Chunks of the reptiles skull raining down on him, making him grimace as he propped himself up on his elbows.
Well, he thought, smiling in satisfaction. I guess that's one thing the movie Jaws has taught me. Standing up Brad headed back to where Sherry was.
"Sherry," he said, jumping into the water, and wading over to where she sat. Shivering Sherry watched as Brad made his way over to where she was, her wrist throbbed, her leg stung, she was wet and cold, but she was alive and Brad was all to grateful for that.
Climbing up to where she was Brad picked her up in her arms. When Sherry let out an ear splitting shriek, her gaze fixed on something behind them. Feeling dread form in the pit of his stomach Brad slowly turned around. Feeling his heart stop when he found himself staring down at the creature from before. Only this time it looked like it had under gone some transformation. The human face had slid down and now rested on its chest. Not taking anymore time to describe it Brad took a few steps back as the creature advanced on them. Sherry's grip tightening around him.
Growling the once human creature swiped at him, knocking Brad back into the water. Coughing as he emerged from the water, Brad quickly put some distance between him and the monster, but the monster was faster. Swiping at him again, its claws catching him in the side. Gasping Brad clutched at his side, blood seeping from between his fingers as Sherry broke free of his grasp, her eyes never leaving the creature.
"Daddy," she whispered, finding herself fixed to the spot, as the creature loomed over her, inhuman eyes fixed on hers.
"Sheeeeeerry." It growled, taking a step towards her, its clawed hand outstretched.
"D-daddy?!" Sherry stammered, clutching at the locket that hung around her neck.
Blinking in surprise Brad looked to Sherry, then to the monster. "Daddy?" he whispered more to himself then to her, as the creature took another step toward the girl.
Getting over his shock Brad raised his gun and fired on it, bullet hitting it in the arm, and chest. Having no effect on it. All it seemed to do was make the monster angrier. Growling the creature slowly turned to him, inhuman eyes burning into his as the creature lumbered toward him. Clawed hand outstretch, ready to eviscerate him. Backing up Brad continued to fire, until he backed into the wall. Gritting his teeth he fired again, then- Click.
Cursing Brad reached into his vest pocket for his remaining clip, ejecting the empty one before reloading, when the creature struck. Knocking Brad off to one side, his head connecting with the wall. Dazed Brad struggled to his feet, blood trickling form his temple, when he collapsed again, his eyes sliding shut as he lost consciousness, somewhere he heard the creature let out that inhuman scream, and heard Sherry's plea for help before darkness washed over him.
Claire hadn't gotten very far when she had heard that inhuman scream. The same sound she heard back in the station. Panicked Claire ran back down the way Brad had gone. Hoping that the pilot wasn't in too much trouble. Running past what looked like the remains of the largest reptile she had ever seen, and gasped when she saw Brad unconscious, blood staining his shirt red.
Wasting no time she moved to help him, when she heard a pained groan, looking over she gasped when she saw Sherry lay only a few feet on a pile of garbage, clutching at her stomach. A pained expression on the young girls face.
"Sherry?" Claire whispered, relief washing over as she ran over to the girls side.
Sweat glistening on Sherry's pale face, matting her blonde hair to the girls forehead. "C-Claire..." Sherry groaned, looking up at the older woman. "Claire, my stomach...something doesn't feel right." Sherry told her, as Claire gathered her in her arms.
Biting her lip Claire looked down at Sherry then to Brad, who had yet to regain consciousness, knowing that she would not be able to carry both of them at the same time, and she had no idea where they had to go next.
When she saw the ladder, maybe this would lead somewhere. Climbing up it Claire soon found herself in some sort of lab. Various instruments and equipment were in the room, off to one corner, much to her relief, was a bed. Laying Sherry down, Claire stared down at her before stripping off her red vest, and covering Sherry with it before heading down the ladder again.
Seeing Brad slowly come to she wiped the access blood from her face before examining him. "I see you have been having fun in my absence." She joked, placing his arm around her neck, and leading him over to the ladder.
Brad chuckled, then winced, hand placed firmly over his wound. "Yeah, Raccoon City, it's a barrel of laughs, when infested with the living dead." Brad joked back. Wincing slightly as he climbed the ladder, with some difficulty.
Upon reaching the top Brad turned to where Sherry lay, concern shining in his eyes, as he walked over to her.
"Brad," Sherry whispered, before coughing, Claire's worry over Sherry increasing when she saw blood trickle from the corner of her mouth. Did something happy to Sherry? And if so could she be helped?
Watching as Sherry fell back against the bed, Claire turned away from her. Not being able to watch as the sweet little girl suffered like this. Standing around isn't going to help, you know. She thought, searching the room for something to treat Brad's wound. Finding some first aid spray, and some gauze, she motioned for Brad to remove his vest and shirt.
Noticing the faint blush creeping across his cheeks as Claire took a moment to admire him. For someone everyone called a coward Brad was pretty attractive, not too mention in pretty good shape too. Pushing those thoughts from her head, Claire busied herself with cleaning his wound, and bandaging his wounds. Once satisfied with her work she handed his shirt back to him. Pulling it back on Brad glanced over at his tattered and bloodied vest, what had once been a bright yellow vest was stained dark red with blood. And the rip in the side where that creature had sliced him left the vest unwearable.
"How do you feel?" Claire asked him, breaking the silence.
Brad shrugged. "I could be better, or I could be worst, I could be one of those zombies, or zombie chow." He told her, forcing himself to smile.
"Yeah," Claire chuckled. "No kidding, can't wait to get out of here, and find my brother."
"And then what?" Brad asked, inching closer to her.
"What do you mean?" Claire asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
"And what will you do when you finally find Chris?"
Claire chewed on her lip as she thought about this. She knew she would help Chris and the others fight Umbrella, goodness knows they could use all the help they needed in taking them down. But once they did then what? What would she do if they succeeded in bring Umbrella down?
"When I find Chris," she said after a while. "I am going to do everything in my power to help him, and the others in helping them take down Umbrella."
Brad smiled at that, and placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I think we will make it out of here." He told her, a smile on his lips. "And we're all going to help taking out Umbrella."
Nodding Claire smiled, placing her hand on top of his, when Sherry emitted another pained groan, turning to Sherry Claire moved to stand over the girl. Brushing blonde strands of hair that were plastered to her face Claire sighed as Sherry blinked up at her.
"Sherry," Claire sighed, crouching down next to her.
Whimpering again Sherry turned her head towards her. "C-Claire?" she stammered, and moved to stand up, only to have Claire place a hand on her shoulder, pushing her back down.
"I'm going to look around here for a while, I'll try and find something to help you feel better." Claire told her, giving the girls shoulder a squeeze, before looking to Brad. "Brad will stay here and make sure your safe and comfortable."
Standing up Claire moved to the door, when Brad stood in front of her, blocking her way. "Now hold on," he started to protest, hands on her shoulders, worry in his eyes. "I think you and I should go to together, safer that way." He told her.
Smiling she placed a hand on his cheek, and shook her head before moving around him, with one final look in his direction Claire left the room.
Annette sighed, running a hand through her blonde hair, as she clutched her gun. William was around, lurking in the lower levels, she heard him once in a while calling for Sherry. Despair filled her heart as she thought about Sherry, wishing that she and William hadn't spent so much time with work rather than spending time with their daughter. But now the virus had leaked, turning the once bustling city into a placed filled with undead monsters wandering the streets.
Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Annette tensed, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. He sounded closer now, closer than that Umbrella spy and her little lap dog were. She had managed to catch a glimpse of them earlier in the night. Annette felt her anger rise as she thought about Umbrella. After all she and her husband had done for them they had the audacity to turn around and stab them in the back.
They sent their dogs after them, after the G-Virus. Images of William laying bloodied on the floor, bullet holes riddling his body, the way he had looked at her as she rushed to his side. Reassuring him that she would find something to stop the bleeding. Running down the hall she had heard the blood curdling howl of William as his humanity was stripped away from him as the virus ran through his veins.
Followed by the sounds of gunfire, or screams of dying men. Pushing those thought from her head Annette continued on. When from the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of a red red clad figure stepped into view. An enraged growl escaping her lips as she raised her gun, and fired. When someone leaped out, knocking the spy out of the way, taking the bullet for her. Cursing Annette ran for the door, shots ringing out behind her as she slammed it shut. Heart thundering as she waited for the spy to come to her. When Annette finally spotted her, she emerged from her hiding spot pointing her gun at the spy's head. Waiting for her to make the wrong move so that she could gave Annette a reason to shoot her.
"Stop right there?" She growled out.
The woman stopped in her tracks, hands up. "Are... are you Annette Birkin?" the woman asked.
Taking a step towards the woman, who took a step back Annette gave never wavering as the gun in her hand trembled. "Yes, I am." Annette answered, eyes narrowed as she looked the other woman up and down.
Hope shone in the dark haired womans's eyes as she took a tentative step towards Annette, growling Annette fired a warning shot at the ground, stopping her in her tracks. "T-then you're the wife of the late William Birkin?" the woman asked.
Annette smirked." Yes, I am." She said, "and you are an Umbrella spy, correct? Sent to retrieve the G-Virus." With every word that left her mouth Annette felt her anger growing, as the woman seemed to feign ignorance.
"G-Virus?" the woman spoke. "I came to Raccoon City looking for a man named John, have you heard of him?" The woman asked.
Annette sneered, a low growl escaping her lips. "I know who you are speaking of." She said. "One of Umbrella's researchers. Umbrella's top dog."
The woman looked hopeful again.
"He's dead, he died in the Spencer Mansion incident. John's dead."
The woman gasped, hand on her chest. Annette smirked and took a step towards the woman, gun still pointed at her.
"And what of William Birkin?"
Annette's grip tightened on the gun as the woman mentioned her beloved husbands name. "William is that creature lurking around in the sewers." Annette told her, a slow grin creeping up on her face.
The woman's eyes widened at that as Annette inched closer. "B-but how?" she asked, just as an inhuman growl echoed through the area.
Annette watched as the woman's eyes widened further. "When Umbrella came to take my husbands creation from him, he refused." Annette said as she blinked back tears, the memories resurfacing once more. "And they shot him for it before taking it, but little did they know that he still held a vile of the G-Virus. Which he injected into himself, mutating into that thing." Annette sobbed, wiping away the tears with her free hand.
It was then the woman noticed something clutched in Annette's hand. Raising an eyebrow she nodded to it, blinking Annette opened her hand, revealing the last vial of the G-Virus.
"The last one," she muttered coolly. "The one you no doubt were sent to retrieve am I mistaken?" Annette growled, gun raised once more.
The woman said nothing, her eyes fixed on the vile in Annette's hand, when suddenly the woman charged at her. Ducking under her outstretched arm and slamming Annette against the railing as they fought over the gun. With one final shove Annette was knocked over the side, into the water below. Without thinking Ada looked around for a ladder, that lead to the lower levels.
Finding none she backtracked, glancing once more at the injured Leon, before passing him and rounding the corner. Smiling when she found a ladder and climbed down it. Heart thundering as she thought of what might be lurking in the lower levels.
Jill cursed as her knees scraped the cement as Nemesis charged at her, and managed to knock her down. Her arm throbbed painfully, and was probably broken as she got to her feet. Growling Nemesis reached down and grabbed her by the back of her neck, as if she were nothing. Before tossing her into the brick wall she had been leaning against when Nemesis came across her.
How could she have been so careless? If she had just made her way to the trolley, and not stop to take a breather then this would have not happened. Yet, here she was being tossed around by the eight foot monster, like some sort of rag doll, was this really how she was going to die? To be left beaten to a bloody pulp, then left so that the zombies could feat on her corpse. On the plus side of that, she might not come back as one of them.
Grunting as she hit the ground, blood spilling from her side, panting she lay there, all was silent except for the sound of Nemesis' heavy footsteps coming towards her. Grunting again Jill tried to stand up, but to no avail. Nemesis loomed over her, its single eye burning into hers as it raised its foot ready to bring it down on her head, when gunfire rang out, the bullets tearing into its side.
Roaring Nemesis seemed to forget about Jill, and turned to face its attacker, just as Jill did, and was relieved to see Carlos running towards them, Nicholai close behind. Roaring again Nemesis charged at them, its arm pulled back as it swung at them, Carlos quickly dodged and fired on it again, bullets ripping into the things face. Momentarily stalling it as it howled in pain. Seeing his chance Carlos ran over to where Jill lay, and helped her up, cringing when he saw the blood gash on her forehead form when she had hit the ground. And he saw the way her arm and side were messed up too. Picking her up he past Nemesis, as Nicholai fired on it.
"Come on!" Carlos shouted, sweat dripping into his eyes.
Glancing to Carlos, Nicholai looked to the approaching Nemesis, then turned back to Carlos. "Go!" He shouted, raising his gun once more and continued firing. "I'll catch up when I can now get the hell out of here!"
Carlos looked ready to protest, but the look Nicholai shot him left him no room for argument. Carlos headed to the trolley with Jill close by. They had only gotten a few blocks away when they heard Nicholai scream. Spinning around Carlos eyes widened.
"Nicholai!" He screamed, and moved to help to help his commander. When Jill placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.
"Don't," she whispered, pain etched on her face.
"But Nicholai-"
"Nicholai is dead, and you'll die too if you go back there. He would have wanted you to live." Jill told him, shoulders slumped as he nodded, and turned back to her.
Goddammit, Carlos thought, shaking his head as Jill leaned against him. Putting her arm around his shoulders, as they made there way back to the trolley. Keeping their eyes peeled for anything that could jump out at them. The moans of zombies echoing off in the distance, thankfully that was all they heard, Carlos picked up the pace when he saw the trolley a little further a head.
Jill winced when he pulled her a little too hard, apologizing Carlos opened the door and entered the trolley. Relieved to see that Mikhail was still clinging to life. Propping himself on his elbow Mikhail blinked a few times and looked around. Searching for Nicholai, before looking to Carlos for answers. Sitting Jill down, Carlos turned to him, taking note the lieutenants bloody bandage. And contemplated going back outside for more medical supplies.
But thought against it as one of the zombie dogs jumped up at him form the other side of the trolley. After a few tries it walked off, and Carlos sat down next to Mikhail.
"Where is Nicholai?" Mikhail asked, his eyes never leaving Jill.
"Dead." Carlos answered.
Nodding Mikhail looked to Jill again. "Who's she?" he asked, jerking his head in her direction.
"This is Jill Valentine, a former member of S.T.A.R.S. She helped us get the stuff needed to get this piece of shit up and working again. Also since I know you hate surprises." Carlos said, as Mikhail lay back down. "But she has this big ass monster hunting her."
"Monster?" Mikhail asked.
Carlos nodded, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah some type of S.T.A.R.S hunter. Something Umbrella created to kill off the remaining S.T.A.R.S members."
Mikhail nodded, then looked to Carlos, a confused look on the big mans face. "So what's going on, shouldn't we get going?" he asked.
"I've been thinking of making a quick stop somewhere before we do." Carlos said.
"And that is?"
"The local pharmacy, we need medical supplies. Jill got roughed up pretty bad, and you aren't looking too good either." He gestured to the blood bandage. "You're going to need to have that nasty thing cleaned and changed. Before you get some nasty infection."
Standing up Carlos peered out the window, and looked for any threats. Just as a zombie pressed against the window at him. Coagulated blood smearing on the glass. Gripping his gun Carlos stepped out, and fired on the zombie, brain matter splattering on the ground. Moving on Carlos glanced around.
The pharmacy was a block or so away, not too far, this would be an easy run. Assuming he didn't run into too much trouble. Which would be good, considering he was running low on ammo. Jogging Carlos glanced up, as he heard crows as they circled above him. Something about them unnerved him enough to quicken his pace. Reaching the pharmacy Carlos peered into the windows, a few zombies were milling about the isles, he could probably get what he need without too much trouble from them.
Opening the door Carlos headed to where the gauze and other stuff was, stepping over the body that lay in the middle of the floor. Standing in front of the shelves he grabbed a few rolls of gauze, disinfectant and various antibiotics. Looking around once more Carlos noticed a dirty back pack on the counter. Grabbing it he dumped the contents out and placed his stuff within it, before slinging it over his shoulder. Seeing one of the zombies coming closer and closer, moving out of its reach stepped over the body again, when something suddenly grabbed his ankle.
Bringing him down, looking over his shoulder he saw that body had reanimated into one of the undead, its teeth inching towards his ankle. Grunting he kicked at the zombie, crushing its nose under the heel of his boot. Kicking it again he managed to free himself, and got to his feet, bringing his boot down on its head for a final time.
Swallowing when he saw the brain matter ooze from under his boot. Looking up he scream as another zombie grabbed him by his shoulders, its mouth going for his neck, dropping his gun Carlos tried to push the zombie off of him. Stumbling a few steps back he tripped over the body of the first zombie he killed, falling backwards. The zombie moaned as it snapped at his neck, bloodstained teeth grazing the skin. Grunting Carlos dug his thumbs into the eyes of the zombie in hopes of someway of stopping it.
The zombie paid no heed to his attempts as it snapped at him again. When suddenly the zombie was pulled off of him, and thrown to the ground, seeing tow figure standing over him, Carlos got to his feet as the zombie was disposed of. Once dead Carlos looked to his rescuers.
"You okay?" the man asked, cleaning his glasses on the sleeve of his shirt.
Panting Carlos nodded, then turned to the red headed woman who continued to stare down at the zombie.
"Yeah, thank you. Had you not shown up when you did I'd be zombie chow right now." He joked, picking up the back pack, and looked to the survivors. "Nice to see that there are some survivors other than me and a few others. Looks like this trip wasn't a total bust." He said, as the man raised an eyebrow at him.
"So... you're part of some rescue team?" he asked.
"I guess you can call us that." Carlos said, shrugging one shoulder. "Of course with my squad practically wiped out and such getting out of this city will be pretty hard. But here I am rambling and he have yet to introduce ourselves." Carlos said smiling. "I'm Carlos Oliveria, and you are?"
The woman smiled, and held out her hand, it was then that Carlos noticed a bandage on her arm. "I'm Amelia, Amelia Wilson." She said. "And this is Miles Grant."
Nodding Miles looked around one final time, then turned to Carlos. "As much as I am glad there is someone else alive in this hell hole. I think we should take our leave before anymore critters find us."
Nodding Carlos headed for the door. "Come with me, I'll take you with us to the clock tower."
"The clock tower?" Miles asked, sounding sceptical. "Not to sound rude, Carlos but I sincerely doubt that the clock tower is much safer than anywhere else here. And secondly how are we supposed to get there walk? Because if that is the case I think it's a pretty stupid idea."
Narrowing his eyes Carlos turned to Miles, who stood their with his arms crossed. "We're taking the trolley." Carlos told him.
"And how do you know that the trolley is safe?" Miles asked.
Carlos sighed, this was getting tiring real fast. "If it was not safe Miles another survivor and my surviving squad mate would be here with me rather than in the trolley. Now are you two coming or not? Because I really don't want to stay here any longer than need be."
Amelia looked to Miles, then to Carlos, then back to Miles before walking after Carlos. Blinking Miles watched as the two of them walked through the door. Rolling his eyes he followed after them, looking left and right before running to catch up with them.
"So, Carlos do you have any idea what caused this?" Amelia asked, when Miles spoke up.
"What makes you think he knows?" he asked, finally catching up with them. "He was sent here to rescue survivors, I sincerely doubt they briefed him on what happened."
"Well you are right there, Miles. When we entered the city me and my squad had no idea what we were dealing with. We just thought it was some sort of riot or something. Man, I can tell you when the first wave of zombies came into view. I damn near shit myself."
"And that's how an entire squad of heavily armed, and trained soldier got wiped out. Though I can't really blame you there. Even the army and police never really stood a chance. I mean how could they?" Mile said, shrugging his shoulders.
Carlos had to chuckle at that. "Yeah, I can agree with you there." He said. "And to answer your question, Amelia was it?"
Amelia nodded.
"I do, one of the survivors back at the trolley is a former S.T.A.R.S member." Silence greeted him, looking over his shoulder he saw the surprised looks on their face.
"S.T.A.R.S,,, the people who went into the Arklay forest when the first started." Amelia spoke, more to herself then to the others.
Miles nodded. "Yeah, I heard that they went into the mansion, and I also heard that most of Bravo Team was wiped out, aside from their rookie medic. If I am not mistaken they were disbanded afterwards. They said that Umbrella was responsible, said something about Umbrella creating monsters."
Carlos was silent as he listened.
"Of course I didn't believe a word of it. But now I'm not so sure, I mean look at the city, it is in ruins, and dead people are coming back to life. Goodness knows what else is out there, frankly I wouldn't want to know."
Nodding Carlos suddenly stopped in his tracks, and looked around.
"Why are we stopping?" Amelia asked, clutching at her chest, as she looked around.
"Shhhh." Carlos hissed, holding a finger to his lips. Listening they heard the distinct clicking of claws on the ground, Followed by a low growl, as a zombie dog emerged from the shadows. In its mouth was a severed hand, which it immediately dropped when it saw a chance for a warm meal.
"Oh fuck me." Carlos muttered raising his gun, firing on it before it could even think about moving.
The dog yelped as it dropped to the ground, dead.
"Well," muttered Miles, pushing his glasses back up on to his face. "That was pretty easy. Looks like this virus, or whatever infect anything living, huh?" he asked.
When they heard more growls coming from the shadows. Followed by four more dogs stalking towards them. Cursing Carlos raised his gun, and pulled the trigger.
Click... Click click.
Looking down at his gun in disbelief, before breaking out into a run, Miles and Amelia close behind. The dogs growled, and snapped as they chased after him. Amelia screamed as her foot caught on something, ;pitching her forward, her knees scraping the cement. Turning around she whimpered, as one of the dogs closed in on her. Its dead, white eyes boring into hers as it inched closer and closer, drool trickling from it's jaws as it snarled at her and bared its teeth.
Screaming Amelia threw her arm in front as the dog leaped at her. Amelia squeezed her eyes shut, as she waited to feel the dogs teeth sink into her flesh, when she heard the dog yelp, followed by the feeling of something wet splattering on her. Suddenly she was yanked to her feet by Miles.
"Come on!" Carlos shouted, jumping out of the way, as another zombie dog leaped at him.
Growling he brought his boot down on the dogs head. Crushing it. Watching as Miles and Amelia ran past him, and head for the trolley, that was a few yards a head of them. Only to stop on their tracks as two more zombie dogs jumped out in front of them.
"Oh, fuck me, this isn't good." Miles muttered, as he swung at another of the dogs, who quickly grabbed a hold of his baseball bat, and yanked, bring Miles to his knees. Letting go of the bat it lunged at his throat.
When a shot rang out, dropping the dog, followed by four more gun shots, killing the rest, then there was silence. Panting Miles looked up toward the trolley, and saw a woman standing there, looking worst for wear.
"Jill." Carlos panted, a tired smile on his lips, as he walked over and embraced her. "You... are a life saver."
"I hate those candies." Jill joked, wrapping her arms around him. "They're too hard."
"Fine, then you're a... a...you're some sort of soft candy."
Pulling away Carlos turned to Miles, and Amelia, who exchanged confused looks with each other. "I see you've picked up a few stragglers." Jill said, jerking her head in their direction.
Turning toward then Carlos grinned. "Yeah, the saved me when a zombie tried to make me its dinner. Jill this is Miles and Amelia, guys this is Jill Valentine. The one I've told you about."
Jill smirked. "Been talking about me behind my back?" she joked, as they entered the trolley.
"Yes, but I've only been saying good stuff. Like how stunningly beautiful you are. And how you can kick some serious ass, and stuff like that."
Jill chuckled as she moved to stand next to Mikhail, who was no sitting up. Pain still etched on his face, as he clutched at his abdomen.
Walking over to him Carlos busied himself with redressing his wound. While Miles walked over to where Jill was repairing the trolley. Her broken arm in a make shift sling.
"So, you're one of the S.T.A.R.S members, huh?" he asked, crouching down next to her, watcher her as she worked.
"Former S.T.A.R.S member." She correct him, as she reached for the gas can.
"So what happened in the mansion really did happen, huh?" Miles asked.
Jill nodded but didn't say anything, as she reached for the fuse. "That...that's mess up, did... is Umbrella really responsible for all of this?"
Jill nodded again, and stood up, before turning to him. Her eyes narrowed, and Miles took a step back, stammering an apology when Jill pushed past him. Sitting down she ran a hand through her hair.
"I'm guessing the two of you would like to hear the whole story, now would you?" she asked.
Both Amelia and Miles nodded.
"Fine," Jill sighed. "Sit down. I'll tell you everything."
Claire cursed as she wiped the blood from her face as she dispatched the zombie. Blood and brain matter splattering on to her black t-shirt, as it leaped out at her as she opened one of the doors. Nearly sinking its teeth into her neck as it did so. Stepping around it Claire stepped into the room, and looked around. Just as another zombie lunged at her from the shadows.
Claire cried out as it knocked her back, gun slipping from her grip. Her head cracking against the floor, hard. Grunting she struggled to throw the monster off of her, when-
BANG!
More of the creatures blood stained her clothes. Swallowing Claire propped herself up on her elbows, and gagged as she pushed it off of herself, and stood up. Looking up she saw a woman in a blood stained lab coat, standing further down the hall. Relief washed over Claire as she walked over to where the woman was.
"Thank you." She sighed, picking up her gun. "I thought I was a goner when that zombie grabbed me."
However Claire's relief was short lived, as the woman aimed her gun at her. The woman grimaced in what looked like pain as she took a step toward Claire.
"Another one, huh?" the woman growled through clenched teeth, blood trickling down the corners of her mouth.
"Another one? What do you mean?" Claire asked, taking a step back.
"Another fucking Umbrella spy." The woman spat, eyes blazing.
"I'm not an Umbrella spy." Claire told her, taking another step back, until her back hit the wall.
"Don't you fucking lie to me!" The gun trembled in the woman's hand, as she took another step toward Claire.
Claire's heart thundered in her chest. Well, isn't this just peachy. She thought darkly. Survive the undead only to die at the hands of some mad woman.
"Disgusting parasites one and all. All you and that bitch came here for is the G-Virus, and you can't have it."
"G-Virus?" Claire stammered, confused. "Listen lady, I'm just looking for something to help a little girl." She told her, her hands at her side.
The woman stopped her advance. "Little girl?" the woman blinked, as if trying to comprehend what Claire was saying.
"Yes," Claire said. "A little girl named Sherry-"
THUMP!
The woman dropped to her knees, gun slipping from her hand, blue eyes shining in disbelief.
"S-Sherry?" she stammered, slowly she shook her head, "But that can't be I told her to stay in the police station. What is she doing down here?"
Blinking Claire crouched down in front of the woman, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Who are you?" she asked.
"Annette Birkin, m-my husband and I were researchers for Umbrella."
"And is Sherry..."
"She's our daughter." Annette confirmed.
Claire's eyes widened at this bit of news. "If your her mother then maybe you can help me."
"And why should I help you?" Annette hissed, swatting Claire's hand away, and got to her feet.
"Because something is wrong with Sherry, she got attack by that creature that's lurking around in the sewers."
Annette tensed at that, and turned to face Claire again. Fear now shone in her eyes. "William?" Annette whispered, slipping her hand into her coat pocket.
"William, your husband?" Claire asked.
Annette nodded. "He's that creature you were talking about, that thing that hurt Sherry. My beloved husband." She told Claire. "I assume you'll want to know what happened to my Husband. Don't you, little girl?" Annette asked her.
Claire nodded. "And my name is Claire." Claire told her. Annette didn't respond to that.
"What happened to my husband is this." Annette said, reaching into her pocket, and pulled out a vial of purple liquid. Confused Claire looked to Annette. "The G-Virus." Annette told her, a small smile on her lips.
"The very virus my husband injected himself with, when Umbrella came to take it from him. But now if he got to Sherry it may be too late." Annette muttered, her eyes fixed on the vial, before looking to Claire. Blue eyes narrowed. For the longest time she stared at this woman, contemplating whether she could trust her.
She might as well be working with Umbrella to retrieve the virus. Maybe she was just mention Sherry's name to gain her trust, and when Annette let her guard down she'd take the virus from her. Narrowing her eyes she looked to Claire. Then again maybe she was telling the truth. But she had told Sherry to stay in the police station, what was she doing here? Maybe this woman had captured Sherry, and was holding her hostage until they got what they needed.
Maybe this woman was just one of the very few survivors still lurking in the city. But how had she found her way down here? All these thoughts ran through Annette's head, as she stuffed the vial back in her pocket. Maybe she could trust this woman... for now, for maybe Sherry was in trouble, sighing Annette turned her back on Claire, and closed her eyes.
Reaching into her breast pocket, and pulled out a keycard, walking over to her she handed it to Claire.
"There is a lab down this hallway. In there you will find what you need to create that anti virus. Also on the table over there you'll find a file on how to create it. Now please help her before the embryos pupate and kill her. And when you do please tell her I'm sorry we were never there for her."
Swallowing Claire nodded and walked over to the table, picking up the file, and flipping through it. Turning back to Annette she saw that the woman in question was no where to be seen. Pocketing the keycard Claire headed down the hall, and around the corner. Stopping when she heard the familiar clicking of claws, followed by hissing. Claire gripped her gun as two lickers rounded the corner. Jumping back in surprise when a third dropped down from the ceiling in front of her. Claws nearly slicing into her flesh. Hissing again the licker swiped at her again. Taking a few more steps back she fired on it, bullet tearing through its skull.
Watching as it dropped to the ground Claire then took out the last two. Grimacing as brain matter splattered onto her boots, swallowing Claire stepped over them, and was greeted by... Claire blinked as she peered around the corner, at the strange creature. Well, Claire thought, as the thing shambled closer. At least we know that humans and animals aren't the only things to be infected by the virus. Plants are apparently able to be infected by it too, given that thing looks like some type of flower. Taking a careful step out from behind the wall, Claire moved slowly to where the creature was shuffling about. Hoping that it would neither see or hear her as she tried to pass it.
Well considering it was a plant and it had no ears or eyes or nose for that matter, but somehow it would be able to sense when someone was close, so hurry it up before it attack. Nodding to herself Claire gripped her gun tighter as she picked up the pace.
Jumping when the plant monster whirled around to face her, and spat. A large of bubbling liquid hit the floor next to Claire's foot. Had it been a few more inches to the shoe the stuff would have eaten through the shoe and her foot. Turning around Claire turned left and sighed when she found the lab that she had been looking for. Putting the keycard into the slot she peeked into the room, as the doors slid open. Letting out a startled scream as something brushed against her head.
Looking up she found herself staring into the over large eyes of an equally large moth. Wow, I bet I could ride that thing. If it wasn't dangerous, and just out right gross. Claire continued to watch as the moth sat there, seeming to have no interest in her as she stepped through the door. When suddenly she felt another one brush past her, then another and another. And before Claire knew it, she was being swarmed by four of the overly large moths.
Crying out when one of them got a little too close. When she was suddenly knocked back as something exploded next to her, killing two of the moths, and obliterating several cocoons that were in the room behind her. Getting to her feet Claire fired on the last two, before looking to the door. Seeing a woman in a red dress, leaning against the door frame a smug grin on her face, as she pushed herself off the wall, and moved towards Claire.
"I'm sorry." The woman said, offering her hand. Staring at the woman Claire pondered trusting this woman. "I probably should have warned you before firing, are you okay?" she asked, as Claire took a moment to check herself over.
"Oh, I've been better I can tell you that, but I'm no worst for wear. Thank you Miss... uh.."
"Wong Ada Wong."
"Nice to meet you, I'm Claire Redfield." Holding out her hand, frowning when Ada didn't take it, and instead moved past her. "Um," she murmured, as she watched the woman rummaged around the room. "Are you looking for something particular, or..."
Sighing Ada turned to face Claire, arms crossed over her chest. "I'm looking for information on a woman named Annette-"
"Annette Birkin?!" Claire interrupted.
Ada raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Well," she purred, walking over to Claire. "Sounds like you already met her."
Claire nodded, and moved past her to one of the many pieces of equipment. "Yeah, her daughter is sick I'm trying to figure out how to create this damned anti-virus to help her." Claire said, holding up the file Annette had given her.
Taking it from her Ada flipped through it. "I know what to do." Ada told her, seeing the younger woman's eyes light up. If what this girl is saying is true, then maybe I can use Annette's daughter to get the G-Virus from her. She thought, looking at Claire from the corner of her eye, and smirking.
Brad sighed as he crouched down next to Sherry, her small hand clenched in his as she whimpered. Pain etched on her face. Come on Claire, please hurry up I don't think Sherry has much longer. He thought brushing some of her hair away from her forehead. When he heard something outside the door.
"Claire?!" He called out. Standing up he walked over to the door, just as it was ripped off its hinges, jumping back Brad grabbed for his weapon as something big entered the room.
"Oh," Brad hissed, raising his gun, and firing. "You have got to be fucking kidding me!" Had Brad not known better he could have swore that this thing was human. Unlike the creature lurking in the sewers, this thing resembled a human. A very large human with grey skin, bald head, and the same dead white eyes as those zombies. And much like Nemesis this one wore a jacket in army green.
Tearing his eyes away he looked to Sherry. The creature followed his gaze, and lumbered towards the girl.
"Hey!" Brad shouted, getting to his feet. "Get away from her, you freak!"
Stopping in its tracks the monster turned towards Brad. Lifeless eyes staring into his own terrified brown ones. Firing on it again Brad took a few steps back as it advanced. It had completely ignored him until he had yelled at it to get away from Sherry. As if it had been programed to go after her. What did it want from her? Pushing those thoughts from his head he fired on it again, smiling as it clutched at its face, and dropped to the ground. Taking a few tentative steps towards it, and nudged it with his boot. Nothing. Sighing Brad walked over to Sherry, who was sitting up staring at the thing.
"That thing." She whispered. "That thing was after me."
"Seems like it." Brad said putting an arm around her shoulders. "Come to think of it." Brad said, brow furrowed, as he looked down at the motionless creature again. "When you had disappeared I remember seeing this guy or one very much like him in the sewers. He seemed to be searching for something. But the question is," he said, looking down at Sherry.
"What would Umbrella want with you?"
Shrugging her shoulders Sherry lay back down. Her tiny hand wrapped around her locket. Smiling Brad looked down at her as she drifted off to sleep once more. Standing up Brad paced around the room, thoughts going back to Claire, he had hoped she was okay, when he heard footsteps, these ones lighter than those of the monsters, feeling hopeful Brad stepped out of the room, and looked down the hall.
A smile creeping on his face as he saw Claire, and another woman run up to him. Worry on the younger woman's face.
"Brad!" She panted wrapping her arms around him before pulling away. "We heard gun fire, are you okay?" she asked, before looking to the motionless creature on the ground. "Isn't this the creature we saw in the sewers?" she asked.
Brad nodded, then turned to the woman standing next to her. "I see you found a friend."
"Yeah," Claire panted, turning to Ada. "This is Ada Wong, she saved my ass back at the lab. And helped me to create the anti-virus. Speaking of which." Pushing past Brad, Claire walked over to where Sherry lay. Reaching into her back pocket, she pulled out a small vile and roused Sherry from her sleep. "Sherry, Sherry please wake up sweety." She whispered.
"C-Claire?" the little girl whispered.
"Don't worry I got something to help you feel better."
Watching as Claire took care of Sherry, Brad glanced to Ada who's gaze was fixed on the motionless creature. An odd look in the woman's eye.
"Are you okay?" Brad asked. Tearing her eyes away from the creature Ada looked at him, and gave him a smile that turned his intestines to jelly.
"I'm just fine. Just lost in thought." She said. "And I'm amazed at how many freakish creatures are roaming through the city."
"Yeah, no kidding." Brad said. "As if the S.T.A.R.S hunter wasn't bad enough now we got this guy."
"Is it... is it dead?" Ada asked.
Nudging it with his boot once more Brad shrugged his shoulders. "I hope so, either that or it just decided to take a nap."
"Yeah," Ada murmured. Why did Umbrella send this thing to Raccoon City? She thought, eyes narrowed. And more importantly what would it want with the girl unless. Turning her gaze to the young girl, who was slowly recovering. Did she have something that Umbrella wanted? Taking a step toward the girl, who looked up at her warily. Smiling Ada waved at her.
"W-who's this?" Sherry asked.
"This is Ada." Claire told her. "She helped me to create anti-virus to help you."
"Oh." Sherry muttered. "Thank you." She said, smiling up at Ada.
Smiling Ada took another step toward her when-
"Sheeeerry."
"W-what the hell was that?" Ada yelped, startled. Whatever had made that sound had sent shivers down her spine. Did it just call Sherry's name? Looking down at the girl, her curiosity growing. When the creature howled again, both Brad and Claire jumping to their feet, and running out of the room.
"Ada!" Claire shouted. "Look after Sherry we'll try and take care of this thing."
Nodding Ada placed a hand on Sherry's back, as the girl wrapped her arms around her. Her grip tightening as the thing howled again. Gunshots rang out, gripping her own gun, Ada let go of Sherry despite her pleas, and headed out the door. Eyes widening as she saw the creature looming over Claire, who clutched at her bleeding side. Raising her gun she fired on the creature. Howling it slowly turned to her, long claws scraping the ground, growling it moved towards her.
Firing on it again the shots striking it in the chest, it was them Ada saw the once human face on its chest. A familiar face and disbelief gripped her. Birkin?! She thought, as she took a couple of steps back. Annette was right, he has become one of those things. Firing again she took another step back. Suddenly the Birkin-creature picked up speed, and slammed into her, knocking her to the ground. Gun falling from her grasp.
"Ada!" Claire shouted, and got to her feet. And fired, her shot striking the creature in the back of the head. Snarling it spun to face Claire and charge at her. Clawed hand raised ready to slice through the young woman.
"Daddy!" A voice called out. Stopping it in its tracks.
"Sheeeerry." The creature groaned, and slowly turned to where the voice had come from.
"Daddy," Sherry pleaded, tears in her eyes, as she clutched at the locket around her neck. "Daddy, please stop don't hurt my friends." She pleaded once more, and took a step toward him.
"Your...friends?"
"Well," Brad whispered, helping Claire up. "Looks like there still might be a bit of human left in him."
"S-Sherry. Leave..." the monster growled, clawed hands clutching at his head. "I don't want to hurt you again. P-please..." And as soon as it said that whatever humanity it had left was gone as it stared at Sherry with cold, lifeless eyes. Growling it advanced on her, clawed hand once again raised.
Whimpering Sherry stood there, petrified.
"Sherry! Move!" Brad shouted, firing on the creature, who ignored him. Suddenly it brought its arm down, about to tear Sherry to pieces, when the girl was pushed out of the way by Ada.
Enraged the creature turned its attention to her, eyes narrowed. Snarling it advanced on her, Sherry forgotten. Backing away quickly Ada looked to the others.
"Go on." She told them, as she fired on the creature. "If I survive I'll catch up with you, now go!" She yelled as she rounded the corner. Watching as the two of them disappeared around the corner Claire them moved to where Sherry was.
"Sherry, what were you thinking?" Claire asked, checking the young girl over.
"I-I didn't want you to get hurt anymore." She whimpered. "I wanted to help."
Sighing Brad reached down, and placed a hand on her shoulder. "And to be honest we appreciate it, but next time its probably best that you stay hidden. You might not be so lucky, next time."
Nodding Sherry looked down at her feet, fighting back tears. "What will happen to that woman?" she asked. "And what will happen to my daddy?"
"I don't know what will happen to Ada." Claire told her. "As for her father-"
"He's not your father anymore, Sherry." Brad cut in.
Both women looked to him, as he looked around the hallway. "Your father is that thing, the very thing that tried to hurt you. Your father is dead."
Feeling her throat tighten, she looked down at her feet once more.
"I'm truly sorry, Sherry." He said, after a while. "A sweet little girl like you should never have to go through this. And I promise you you will make it out of this city alive."
Saying nothing Sherry only nodded, as Brad walked back into the room they had been staying in and looked around. After a while Brad sighed, as he found what looked to be a map.
"Well, I found something that might help us." He said, handing it to Claire.
"Map?" she asked, scanning it.
"Yeah, I don't know about you." Brad said, reaching into his pocket, and pulling out a cigarette. "But I don't feel like running around aimlessly for much longer." Lighting it he turned to Claire.
"I agree, and this way we might just run into Leon, I just hope he's still alive." She said, handing the map back to him. "So, where should we go next?" she asked him.
Narrowing his eyes Brad scanned the map again, and chew on his lip. "Well there's a tram nearby, maybe we should try that." He suggested, pocketing the map, and looking to Claire.
Nodding the young Redfield smiled to him, and Brad couldn't help but feel a littler envious. It's amazing. He thought, as he walked past her, taking a drag of his smoke. How easy she can smile during this whole nightmare. But how long before whatever hope she has dies out ? What if we never escape this godforsaken city? He thought.
Pushing those thoughts from his head he sighed, as he followed after Claire. Heart thundering in his chest as he thought about what lurked around the corner.
Well this story was long, 20 pages new record. Wish I had more to say but this took a lot out of me ahaha. Anyway R/r and this is Black Jack signing out.
