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Reinforcing
Agent stepped out of the tram and followed the others as they walked into the cylindrical facility. They moved silently and quickly, looking around carefully as they moved.
"Leon, Chris, do you copy?" Agent asked.
For a moment, there was static. Then, gunfire echoed from their radios.
"We need help!" Leon's voice shouted over the gunfire. "We're...Ustanak...Simmons!"
"Shit!" Jake swore instantly.
"They need help!" Sherry said. "Which way are they?"
Sheva pulled up the map. "I think they're in the facility that way!"
She pointed and all four of them took off at a sprint. They moved quickly, meeting several infected as they pounded down one hallway after another, dropping the infected with a couple well semi-careful shots each. Finally, they spotted the tram tunnel to the facility they thought Leon and the others were in, from which they could hear gunfire echoing.
"Hurry!" Sherry said, she and Jake pulling ahead quickly.
Agent grumbled under his breath about how much he hated running, and Sheva grinned knowingly. However, a moment later, there was a loud cracking sound and Agent's eyes went wide before the floor disappeared out from under his foot. As he and Sheva both shouted in surprise, Jake and Sherry spun, seeing them fall several levels.
"Agent, Sheva!" Sherry shrieked.
Agent groaned, pushing himself up from the debris slowly, his left arm hanging limply, broken at the elbow. "Keep going! They need you more!"
Jake and Sherry glanced at each other unsurely before turning and getting into the tram waiting on their end of the tunnel, taking it toward Leon and the others quickly. As they did, Agent looked around, seeing Sheva lying a few feet behind him, blood covering her face from a cut in her forehead. He walked over to her, pain flaring in his right knee and shin as he did, then knelt beside her, checking her pulse first before carefully lifting her into his lap with his one working arm. He shook her gently and she groaned, eyes slowly creaking open and staring up at him for a moment before sighing.
"You're alive," Sheva smiled. "I was worried I'd wake up alone."
"You should see your reflection before talking about being afraid the other died," Agent said.
Sheva winced, sitting up and holding her side before holding a hand to her head and nodding. "Yeah, I probably look especially beautiful right now."
"You do to me," Agent said. "You're still breathing. For that alone, I could kiss you."
Sheva smiled, then stood, picking up his RONII, then frowned. "Your sight's broken."
"I can't use that now anyway," Agent said, holding his right hand to his left wrist tenderly. "Speaking of, can you help me sling my arm?"
Sheva glanced at him before nodding. She unhooked the shoulders of his vest and let it fall to the ground around his legs. He stepped out of it and she took his knife out of its sheath, using it to cut his shirt off below his chest.
"Oh, I love the belly shirt," Agent smirked.
Sheva grinned. "Suits your personality, too."
Agent rolled his eyes. Then, he grit his teeth and nodded and Sheva looped the impromptu sling around his forearm, then lifted it to rest across his diaphragm as quickly but gently as she could, though Agent still shouted in pain. Once it was in place, she tied it behind his neck and he sighed as the pulsating, agonizing pain began to fade slowly.
"You okay?" Sheva asked.
"Peachy," Agent grunted, kneeling beside his vest. "Take the mask's carrier off the side for me."
Sheva nodded and also knelt, working to detach the carrier as he removed the knife's sheath from the vest's shoulder and instead hooked it to his belt, sticking his knife in it. He then grabbed all of his remaining mags for his pistol and the Glock in his RONII. He ejected the mag from his Glock and wracked it one handed, to eject the last round, which landed beside the mag. Then, he pulled a small lever on the underside of the RONII open and pulled his Glock back before rotating it down and out. Once he had it out, he stuck the round back into the mag, stuck the mag in and hit it against his thigh to seat it, then wracked the pistol's slide using the side of his belt to chamber a round. Then, he tucked the pistol into his sling as Sheva finished with the mask carrier. He showed her where to tuck the flap that attached to the vest, as well as where the waist straps were stored, and she hooked it around his waist for him before he hooked the thigh strap himself.
"Ready?" Agent asked, pulling the Glock out of his sling.
"Ready," Sheva nodded.
They turned to the door and began to walk toward it, only to stop as a loud growl rumbled above and behind them. Both stopped, glancing at each other before turning to look back, watching as a massive creature lowered itself to the ground from the next floor up. It had a massive, rust-colored, pulsating body, four pale, skin-colored legs reaching out of it like those of an insect, a vaguely humanoid upper body extended from the front of it but with its bald head's lower jaw split in two with pointed teeth lining the insides of the halves and pointed, fang-like teeth along the upper jaw, a long, tentacle-like tongue hanging two feet out of its mouth, clawed fingers on its right hand, a ten-foot tentacle in place of its left arm that looked like muscle fibers broken out of the flesh that used to be its arm, the skin on top of its head had rotted away to reveal bloody red tissue, and its back was split wide open with a massive, bloody, worm-like grown protruding from it and reaching forward, ending in a mouth filled with pointed teeth and with a pair of massive, blade-like pincers extended from either side of the mouth, each blade about three feet long and razor-sharp.
"Fuck," Agent said. "Run."
They turned, sprinting away from it, but within seconds, Agent's sprint had turned into a running hobble. The thing roared loudly, charging after them. They cut right around a corner and the creature tried to turn only to skid past, crashing through a wall, then exploded back out of the wall a little way along the hallway after them. Agent swore, pushing himself faster, neither bothering to waste their ammo on the thing as they fled.
Jake and Sherry sprinted out of the tram tunnel and found the others scattered. The Ustanak was chasing Chris and Jill, Simmons was chasing Helena in his massive dog-like form that Helena and Leon had described fighting, and Leon was struggling to evade a mostly-human infected's blades wing-like arm, peppering him with bullets from his pistol when he could. Jake made a bee-line for the Ustanak as Sherry sprinted for Simmons. As Jake neared the Ustanak, his metal arm slammed into Chris, launching him across the room. Then, as he reached for Jill, who was unloading a Bushmaster ACR into his chest uselessly, Jake leapt into the air, drilling a punch into the side of his head, sending him staggering away.
The Ustanak spun, swiping at Jake, but he ducked under it, then stood, slamming several punches into the Ustanak's face, forcing him backward rapidly. The Ustanak bellowed in rage, swiping downward at Jake, but he dove out of the way, rolling to his feet by the wall. As he did, the Ustanak roared, bending forward and charging. Jake sprinted at the Ustanak, then jumped, stepping off its mechanical arm, then its shoulder, allowing it to explode into the wall instead. As he landed, he rolled once, then grabbed Chris's Bushmaster from the ground, instantly noticing its under-barrel grenade launcher with a spare grenade in a small cloth look attached to the side of it, and turned, firing a grenade into the Ustanak's back before he and Jill both sprayed him with bullets rapidly. The Ustanak roared, turning, then staggered backward as Sherry's pistol slammed three bullets into his face, sending him staggering backward into the dented wall. Jake sent another grenade into him and the Ustanak smashed the wall, power cables falling out of the wall, tangling around its mechanical arm. However, it pushed itself up and roared, ripping its arm free of the wall and roared, charging again, Jake and Jill both beginning to run and shoot it again.
Sherry dove out of Simmons' way, then rolled to her feet and turned, firing into his side several times. Simmons roared, turning on her, only for Helena to sprint past him, blasting him in the head with her shotgun. Simmons roared and turned after her again, only for Chris to empty a pistol magazine into him. He roared and jumped, smashing through the ceiling and out of sight and Sherry instantly spun, putting a burst into Ustanak's face. Then, Chris tackled her out of the way as the ceiling above her exploded, Simmons only narrowly missing crushing her as Helena ran to help Leon. Sherry stood and began to fire at Simmons again. Simmons roared, turning to charge at her, only for Chris to hurl a grenade at him. Sherry and Chris dove away from him as the grenade went off in front of Simmons' face. Then, as they stood, he charged out of the smoke, massive pieces of his head and front half missing, exposing a small, glowing, orange core. Sherry smirked and sighted in, then put a burst into it. Simmons shrieked in pain and rage, collapsing and rolling to a stop before thrashing for several seconds. Then, he scrambled to his feet, blood pouring out of him, and began to back away. Sherry grabbed one of Chris's grenades and charged, pulling the pin but holding the lever. Simmons roared, lunging and Sherry shoved the grenade into a gap in his body just before his claws sent her spinning across the room.
Sherry's shriek of agony was momentarily drowned out by the explosion ripping Simmons apart, and she crashed into the Ustanak just as it pulled its arm back to kill Jill, Jake pinned under its foot. The Ustanak staggered back a step before roaring and kicking Sherry across the room. Jake roared in rage, shoving himself off the ground and blocking a swipe from the Ustanak's right arm.
"You're fucking dead!" Jake thundered, beginning to rain blows into the Ustanak, knocking it backward faster and faster.
He drilled a haymaker into the Ustanak's face, blood spraying from its mouth. As it staggered away, it swiped at him but he ducked under the arm and grabbed it by the flesh of its head, yanking it down into a leaping knee. As it reeled back, the flesh stapled onto the right side of its face tore free and Jake flung it to the side and leapt into the air over the Ustanak's mechanical arm. He slammed a Superman punch into the Ustanak's face and its back slammed into the power cables. Jake instantly shot forward, slamming an uppercut into its gut then jumped, kicking its mechanical arm hard. It arm swung back, tangling into the power cables again, its sharpened fingers cutting into them, but this time, Jake grabbed a broken cable almost as thick as his wrist and jumped, shoving the cable into the Ustanak's mouth. Instantly, electricity snapped and popped as it raced over the Ustanak's body, its entire body jerking and twitching, smoke curling out of every opening in its head as its flesh charred around its mouth and over its scalp, where its hair caught fire. Then, while it was still frying, Jake turned and sprinted for Sherry, who was lying against the wall, blood coating her torso, but her gashes slowly sealing themselves.
Leon ducked under Krauser's wing and slashed his side, sending him staggering backward before firing a half-dozen bullets into his torso. Krauser roared in rage and lunged, and Leon leapt backward, out of the way of his slash. As soon as the wing was out of the way, Helena began to shoot him in the face and torso sending him staggering away again. Leon raised his pistol and put a bullet through Krauser's knee, dropping him onto that knee before sprinting forward and slamming a football kick into his head, flipping him backward to the ground. He lunged, driving the knife down at Krauser's head, but Krauser caught the knife with one of the openings of his wing before swinging his wing out to the side, throwing Leon away and sending the knife bouncing across the room. As he stood, he folded his wing up into its shield form to block Helena's bullets just as Simmons exploded. A moment later, Jake shoved a power cable into the Ustanak's mouth.
Krauser huffed. "Looks like you all got better. Fine. Another time, then."
He leapt through the hole Simmons had put in the ceiling and Leon sighed, picking up his knife. He looked around, stopping as he saw Sherry's condition.
"Come on, Super Girl!" Jake pleaded as Sherry's wounds finished sealing, though she remained motionless and unresponsive. "Wake up! Come on! Don't do this to me!"
Finally, Sherry winced, her eyes fluttering for a moment before slowly dragging themselves open. She stared up at him for a moment before smiling.
"It worked," Sherry said weakly.
Jake kissed her hard before letting out a frail laugh. "You're crazy, Super Girl. Don't you ever scare me like that again."
Sherry smiled and nodded, kissing him again.
"I hate to interrupt, but Krauser's planning to leave through the mansion," Leon said. "And he's not the only one in this facility. We passed several when Simmons collapsed the floor under us."
Jake looked over at them. "Agent and Sheva fell through the floor, too."
"They'll have to take care of themselves," Chris said. "We can't let any of the ones here escape."
Jake nodded and helped Sherry up. Then, they all turned, sprinting toward the stairs heading back up to the next level.
"We should warn you," Chris said. "This facility's not one massive building."
"What do you mean?" Sherry asked.
"You're about to see," Leon growled as they neared the door out of the stairwell.
A moment later, they burst through the door and Jake and Sherry slowed to a stop, both staring at the buildings ahead of them, and the stormy sky above, rain falling from the facility's ceiling.
"Raccoon City," Sherry breathed.
Leave a review. Finally found inspiration(and my plan) for this story again.