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"C'mon, Chambers, there's plenty of room for two."
"Um...that's okay. I'll just sleep upstairs."
"Look, it's no trouble at-"
"Goodnight, Dean."
Rebecca quickly shut the door to the dark room behind her and shuddered in the dim, deserted police department hallway. She'd planned on catching a few hours sleep on the cot in the dark room, a rarely traversed area of the station this time of night. She knew as much, because she'd spent the majority of nights there for the past two weeks. After what had happened in the mansion in the woods...
But that wasn't it entirely. Nightmares were one thing she could shake off. She was 19, not 9. She knew the real nightmare was over, and night terrors wouldn't kill her. However, one thing she couldn't handle was corporate espionage. When the remaining STARS team members headed to France to "take down the Umbrella HQ" (whatever the hell that meant), Rebecca had opted to remain behind and continue work at the RPD. Neither Chris, Jill, nor Barry had questioned her judgment. They all thought of her as just a kid, and they weren't far off, but why couldn't they see that she was the only one of them acting reasonably? They were an over-glorified team of detectives and SWAT thrown together to make the city feel better in the midst of a cannibal serial killer roaming the streets. More than half of them were slaughtered by the monstrosities in the forest, and now the remaining few were gonna do...what exactly? Blow up the Umbrella HQ? Infiltrate it? Complain to the PR team that a side effect of using their products was zombification? Rebecca wasn't up for it. And as the only remaining, qualified detective remaining in the precinct at the moment, she'd had plenty to keep her busy. She definitely slept good at night, just not at home.
Who knew what Umbrella had on STARS? With the abominations they'd created in that mansion, they seemed capable of damn near anything in her mind. It wasn't out of the realm of possibility that Umbrella had profiles on each of them, including where they lived. Rebecca had never considered herself paranoid, but she needed her rest more than ever these days, and she wasn't gonna get it if she was too preoccupied with the idea of a stealth assassin lying in wait to slash her throat. The cot in the dark room wasn't so bad anyway. Plus, at the back of the station, the room was quiet, and (who would have guessed it?) dark. She would return to the station after eating dinner, claiming to have forgotten something in her office. She'd stash an overnight bag under her desk with a toothbrush, change of clothes, and whatever else inside. On her off days, she'd have to sneak in, but she was pretty good at that.
But on a night like tonight, she wouldn't look out of place trying to find somewhere to lay her head. It seemed the T-virus had finally made it's way into the city, just like her and the rest of the STARS team had predicted. But unlike them, she hadn't run off to play James Bond. She'd stayed to protect the city she'd grown up in and loved. She'd urged her parents to get out, but they were understandably puzzled when she couldn't tell them why. Luckily, they'd obliged her and used some saved up airline miles to visit her sister in San Francisco. Thank God they had, because now they probably wouldn't have been able to get out. A government quarantine was inevitable now that the outbreak was city-wide, and her only option, and everyone left in the city's only option was to stand and fight for survival.
But she'd done enough fighting for one day. All she wanted now was to find some place to spread out and crash. She'd really gotten accustomed to that cot over the past few weeks too, then Dean had to go and ruin it. Like she was gonna share the cot with him. Like he wouldn't try and feel her up or something. As if. It was good to know that as bad as things were, she wasn't so desperate as to sleep with Dean. She'd stick with the pocket vibrator she kept stashed in her overnight bag, thank you very much. Speaking of which, she could have definitely used the stress relief right about now. She wasn't far from the bathroom upstairs, and she was right next to the grand, wooden stairs leading upwards. She could take care of business, then brush her teeth and get ready for bed. Wherever that would be. Climbing the steps, she couldn't help but notice how deserted this area of the station was this time of night. Compared to how busy it was during the day anyway. Kinda creepy. Like a bad dream. As if she hadn't had enough of those lately. She pushed into the women's restroom, checking all of the stalls to make sure she was alone. She set down her bag in the stall furthest from the door, pulled down her work pants and sat down on the toilet. Digging through her bag, she found the vibrator, thought for a moment about the noise it may cause, then turned it on anyway.
Kevin and Tucker talked in the parking lot, lost in conversation and unaware of their surroundings. Neither man noticed when the slight wind blowing through the trees seemed to stop or when the chirping of the crickets did. Under cover of the night, a pitch black figure leapt from an adjacent rooftop to the roof top of the RPD. Neither man noticed the arrival of The Devil, but luckily for them, he had not come for either of them. He'd picked up on the scent from three miles away, similar to how a male dog picks up on the scent of a bitch in heat. The woman.
No, the girl.
Rebecca exited the bathroom with her bag over shoulder, feeling much more relaxed, and more ready for sleep than ever. She headed toward the old STARS office, sure to be deserted with the stigma around the team now. The ones that had died were memorialized by the RPD, but the few that returned were pretty much outcast by their fellow officers when they wouldn't reveal anything that had happened. Friends had died in front of their very eyes that night, but they couldn't say a damn thing. They'd all decided that was for the best. For now anyway. Rebecca noticed again how quiet this area of this station was, but the second floor made more sense. There was the STARS Office, then the library, then the Chief's Office. All areas most employees tried to avoid during the day, let alone at night. Turning the corner leading to the STARS hallway, Rebecca felt a sudden chill.
"Goddamn it. It's a creepy place. Get over it, kid." She said aloud to herself.
A large, gloved hand shot from around the corner and closed in around her throat, pulling her back around the corner with it. She found herself raised against the wall, all oxygen cut off, face to face with...God, she didn't know. A giant of a man clad all in black leather, but not a man at all. One eye. No lips forming a permanent, mock grin.
"Stars." It spoke right into her face, ghastly breath wafting it's way up to her nose.
It rose it's other arm, and a large purple tentacle emerged from under the sleeve of it's trenchcoat. Rebecca began struggling now, even though she knew it was useless. Liquids began seeping from the tentacle, not unlike the juices that had been seeping out of her back in the bathroom. God, what a sick final thought. Her hand fell from the things hand around her throat, clearly too large and powerful, to the bag still strapped over her shoulder. Vibrator, mouthwash, belt, tampon, no gun. No gun. No gun. Where was it?!
As the world began turning gray, Rebecca pulled out the can of spraying alcohol she'd argued with herself about packing. She pressed down on the nozzle and sprayed the giant right in it's good eye. It immediately let go to favor it, and she dropped hard on her ass. With barely enough wherewithal to stand, she grabbed the shoulder bag and took off down the hall. The giant let out an inhuman scream of frustration and pain behind her. She reached for the door leading to the next hallway, but felt the same large, gloved hand grasp her bag and yank her backwards. How the hell?! She'd been way ahead of it. She ducked a giant sized fist that would have taken her head off, and fell backwards onto a bench behind her. Above the bench, a metal bar extended from the wall upon which a pair of handcuffs dangled. Grabbing for them as the giant reached for her face, Rebecca clasped the cuff around the wrist of the monster, managing to click it closed twice. Not much, but she was amazed they'd gotten around the giant wrist at all. Scooping up the bag again, Rebecca took off back down the hall again. She heard the metal bar detach from the wall with a crash, but didn't look back. Still running, she reached down into the bag and found the handgun she'd been looking for earlier. Coming to a stop in a dead end corridor, she turned to see the monster rounding the corner, discarding the now destroyed cuffs from it's wrist. It didn't run at her now, instead opting to slowly descend upon her now that she had no where else to go.
She raised the gun and fired, relieved she'd reloaded the clip after a stint at the shooting range a few days prior. The shot was dead on, right into the middle of the leather trenchcoat. Still, the giant continued toward her. She fired again to similar effect. And again. And again. Rebecca aimed at the head now, but missed when she fired. She fired again and missed again, opting to shoot at the midsection again. She unloaded the 15 round clip into the monster, but, still, it continued towards her, entirely blocking out her view of the hallway behind it. Backed against the wall, Rebecca was trapped now. She tried the door next to her, although she knew it was locked this time of night. Turning, she attempted to squeeze around the monster's giant frame in the tiny corridor, but it's hand wrapped around her throat yet again. Launching her backwards, she hit the back of her head on the sturdy, brick wall. Hovering over her, the giant placed a huge, impossibly heavy boot on her mid-section, pinning her down as if she could even stand if she tried.
"Stars." The giant repeated.
'Stars?' Rebecca thought in the back of her mind. 'S.T.A.R.S.?'
The monster wrapped two big hands around her head and yanked upwards.
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