Disclaimer: I don't own Claire, Leon, Chris, Jill, Carlos, Barry, Sherry, Rebecca, Nicholai, Ada, and Eliza. They belong to Capcom. I don't make any money off of this, blah blah blah…
Author's Note: Everything in italics is thoughts or words stressed in dialog and everything in bold is a sound. Also please visit my web site if you haven't already, Dark Angel's Videogame Fanfiction.
Vengeful Eyes
Chapter 5
A brunette flight attendant screamed as she slid to the cockpit of the plane. She dug her nails into the blue-gray carpet like a cat rips apart shear curtains. She cried out for assistance, but the panicked passengers on either side of her were too hysterical to think to help her.
Like any good cop, Leon sprung from his seat and slid down to where the girl fell. He held the seat to the right of him and snatched the attendant's arm. She stood up and took hold of the left seat.
"Thank you sir," she told him with gratitude.
Leon ignored her and proceeded to the cockpit to see what went wrong.
Leon what on earth do you think you're doing?! You can't fly this thing! Claire thought outraged. She was about to go bounding after him when her brother stopped her.
"Don't, it's too dangerous," he stated firmly over the passengers' screams.
"Dangerous!?" she yelled in protest, "This whole God damn plane is going down! What's the difference?!"
As the two siblings argued, Barry followed Leon down the aisle.
The cop quickly swung open the door to the cockpit only to be horrified at the scene.
The pilot lay forward on the control panel completely soaked in blood. Both of his arms were ripped from the sockets; the only thing that kept them attached were the ligaments that stretched to the ultimate limit. His right leg had been so feverishly feasted on, that not an ounce of flesh remained. The bone it self wasn't a bright white but a deep red from the blood that drenched it. The whole body convulsed and twitched rather roughly causing blood to splash about.
Next to the once pilot sat the copilot's body. His head tilted back on the seat. His mouth hung open as if he was going to scream. The white-coated eyes tilted back in their sockets. His skin was already starting to change a pale blue – splotches of pink flesh still stayed intact. Unlike the copilot's companion he hadn't been mutilated at all. It appeared he died of a heart attack.
"Why is it that these zombies seem to be popping up every where we go?" Leon asked Barry jokingly.
He stared at the rookie cop appalled by the scene and the fact he would joke about such a thing. He mumbled something and shoved Leon aside.
The husky redhead pushed the copilot's corpse off the seat. Suddenly the body sprang to life and groped Barry's arm desperately. The hungry zombie struggled to sink his teeth into the delicious life-giving flesh. It moaned with his mouth wide open dying to feast.
Barry clenched his fist and pummeled it into the zombie's jaw. Pieces of rooted flesh ripped apart from the live corpse's face letting the white of his skull peak through the broken flaps. Surprisingly, it didn't seem to phase him. The zombie stretched his tongue out and licked Barry's arm leaving behind a wad of sticky mucus that smelt of rooting flesh. With the taste, the zombie grew hungrier and stronger. The copilot's teeth pierced Barry's skin causing blood to trickle down and stain the carpet even redder. The pain throbbed through the S.T.A.R.S. member as he struggled to break free.
Bam. Upon contact the zombie's head erupted like a volcano. Remains of brains and flesh splattered about the cockpit and on Barry. He brushed all the bloody tissues of skin off him grimly.
Leon slowly lowered his VP70. Taking no chances, He next capped the pilot. The bullet neatly pierced a perfect round hole in the back of his skull. Blood slowly oozed out and stained the pilot-seat. The cop casually dumped the body onto the floor. The pilot's hand scrapped against the controls leaving behind a smear of red.
Barry said nothing and sat on the bloody seat Leon stood behind.
"You know how to fly this thing?" he asked as the redhead examined the controls.
"Yep," he simply replied.
Leon frowned. What a conversationalist! He thought sarcastically, but was grateful that they wouldn't die yet.
Barry pulled back the navigation stick, leveling the plane. The passengers stopped their screams. Barry fumbled for the radio and handed it to Leon.
"Calm them down," he told him.
Leon paused. He didn't know what to say to them. He pushed the button and stated, "Just a little bit of turbulence, folks. Happens all the time, nothing to worry about."
Eliza Walker paced through the empty animal laboratory awaiting her rescuer. She became more and more panicked as she listened in on the horrific screams outside the door. In a way she was glad to be in the safe lab, yet she also wanted to be out of the whole Goddamn building.
She plopped on the ground with a deep sigh. She then rested her head on her palms and slowly closed her eyes.
Thudumb. Eliza quickly stood up startled by the loud racket. Her heart beat wildly and muffled the sound at the door.
"AHHHHH!" it was the unmistakable moan of a hungry zombie.
Thudumb. The pressure on the wooden door began to crack it apart at the hinges. Clang clink clash. Eliza scrambled to the back of the room knocking over a group of cages. She pressed her back against the wall as if she would vanish into the next room.
More moans could be heard as more famished creatures scented out Eliza's blood. They pounded at the door demanding to be let in to feast on the live tender flesh.
Eliza panted with fear and a shot of cold rushed up her spine. She shivered as Goosebumps covered her arms and legs.
I CAN survive. She thought, I survived the mansion. I can survive this. Please God let me live. Don't let it end now. Please.
The starved zombies pressed against the door harder with one thing on their minds: sinking their teeth into Eliza's juicy bloody raw flesh.
She jumped with each loud bang and crack of the door. Don't let it end this way… I'm sorry for what I've done… Oh lord I'm SO sorry!
Ada Wong swung open Mr. Umbrella's office door violently. On either right or left wall stood two bookcases covered with books on science and Umbrella research. The carpet below was decorated with an oriental design. Ahead sat a huge wooden desk. Behind it an enormous window looked out to the view of the London streets below.
In the leather chair behind the desk casually sat a blonde man. His military boots lay across the desk dirtying the important papers underneath them. His head rested on his clasped hands behind his neck. The metallic dog tags around his neck dangled on his built chest. His pilot sunglasses glared against the light above rendering it impossible to see his eyes. Crowning his face was the slyest Cheshire cat grin.
"Wesker, what are you doing here?!" Ada demanded in unusual rude tone.
He slammed his feet to the ground and leaded forward on the desk. "Wow, what's with the bitchy attitude?" he replied a bit annoyed.
"Where's Umbrella?!" she screamed ignoring his question.
Albert shrugged, "Hell if I know. I was waiting for him."
"Look what that bastard Nicholai did to me!" she expressed pointing to herself as if he didn't notice.
Albert took a long gaze at her up and down. "I must say, Ada, you're one sexy zombie." The twisted man grinned at her.
She gasped. "Why you sick little-"
The office door opened cutting Ada off. Umbrella stepped in. Immediately the two stood at attention and saluted.
"Sir," they stated at the same time.
Umbrella saluted back and commanded, "At ease."
Wesker loosed up but Ada still stood up perfectly strait.
"State your business," Umbrella roboticly ordered as he sat in the leather chair.
Wesker went first, "Sir, earlier I was informed that the S.T.A.R.S. members found out about our remaining base in Raccoon. They are now headed for London. I'm afraid they know about this facility."
His boss nodded. "Do they know about the one in Australia?"
Albert shook his head. "If they do, they don't intend on shutting it down just yet."
"Very well," Umbrella replied dryly, "dismissed."
Wesker smirked at Ada on the way out. She completely ignored him and focused on her boss.
"Sir, is there anyway to reverse my condition?" she asked him in a professional tone.
Umbrella opened the desk draw. Oh thank God he has an antidote! She thought. He then tossed her a pair of sunglasses.
She caught them and looked at him quizzically.
"Everything should return to normal in twenty-four hours except your eyes and teeth," Umbrella informed.
"How do you know for certain?"
"Wesker, was the first test subject."
She seemed taken a back by the thought of experimentation. Ada decided to forget her anger and focus on herself. "What about the hunger I'm feeling?" she asked.
Umbrella frustrated, sighed at her question. "Just eat live flesh, like a rat or some of the cows we have in the labs to feed the test subjects."
Ada gulped and closed her eyes at they way she had to live her life now. "Thank you sir," She stated in an unsure tone.
After she was dismissed she entered the hall and slowly shut the door behind her.
Now, where did that damn Wesker go!?
Ding. The stainless steel elevator doors slid open to floor B1. Wesker puzzledly glanced left to right. Why's it so quiet? Must be a practice evacuation… Click Clack. His footsteps echoed throughout the desolate halls. A tiny droplet of worry and suspicion tugged at his heart.
Out of the corner of his eye a splash of red caught his attention. Wesker turned his head and squinted. No, it can't be… He nonchalantly removed his sunglasses revealing his white-coated eyes. He slowly walked over and bent down next to the puddle for a closer examination.
"Blood," Albert affirmed casually. He stood up and shook his head as if he had just been defeated. No matter how many precautions Umbrella takes, this keeps happening; it's like some sort of sign that we shouldn't be experimenting like this.
"Hello!" he shouted in hopes someone or something would hear him. The virus that he and Ada had been injected with allows them to communicate with the creatures of other viruses. Infected organisms won't feed off of them, because they're already dead. It's as if the creatures sense they're one of them.
Wesker sighed and trudged down the hall and discovered a hoard of zombies pounding at one of the doors. What the…
"What is it?" Albert asked them.
The living-dead humans turned their decaying faces towards him and moaned the word, "Food".
Wesker shoved them aside. One of them stumbled to the ground and disjointed its arm. The fallen zombie reached for its detached limb and began to devour it viciously. Dust of dried up blood sprinkled about as the three creatures fought over the decaying meat.
Albert shook his head and knocked down the cracked door with ease. He stepped over the broken wood and took in the mess of the room. Practically all of the cages had been smashed to the ground. The metallic desk to the right had been searched through; its contents of paper spilled over the open draws and knocked over stacks of manila-folders lay sprawled out on the desktop. Wesker glanced in the far-left corner of the room. A young woman sat in the corner clutching her self and visibly shook. Her long blonde ponytail swayed as she looked up.
She gasped and stood up.
"It's alright," Albert soothed and quickly put on his sunglasses, "I won't hurt you."
"You're… you're a zombie!" Eliza stuttered.
"A variation," he corrected and approached her.
She just stared at him with dilated eyes.
"What happened here?" he asked.
"I-I was looking for Dr. Whitefield and… I came in here and I was locked in," she replied and started to ease up, "The animals in the lab had been let loose and I believe everyone tried to evacuate."
Wesker lifted an eyebrow. "What do you mean tried?"
"I heard screams…" Eliza burst into tears and covered her face. "Horrific screams…"
Albert placed a hand on her shoulder. "Let's go."
"Where?"
"We have to retrieve the experiments."
"No way!" she refused and swung out her arm, "I'm just a scientist! I can't kill anything!"
"You're right," Wesker agreed and she sighed with relief, "you can't fight with out a weapon."
Victoria held her breath as she tightened her grip on her beretta. Blood trickled down her hip and stained her torn mini-skirt. The receptionist quickly glanced down the hall for any monsters. Nothing but a puddle of blood and two rotting corpses.
Click. Click. Her high heels tapped against the tiled floor as she neared the body. She gazed down at what was left of Jake the guard. He died reaching for that orange switch above with his stripped of flesh hand. Maggots poured out of his empty eye sockets and devoured the remaining flesh on his body. His clothing seemed even more baggy because he was literary nothing but bones left.
Victoria tore her gaze from the corpse and looked in the opposite direction. She gasped as she took in the sight of the janitor. My God! He's completely cut in half! She thought.
Suddenly the corpse's eyes rolled in her direction. No… The front half of the body pushed its self onto its belly and began to crawl toward her dragging its other half by the still connected intestines.
Victory backed up. Thud. She tripped on the other body's skeleton structure. She quickly scrambled up, thrashing the bones around. Her breathing began to become struggled and horse. She aimed her gun and pulled the trigger.
Click. "What the fuck?!" she screamed and pulled it wildly. Click. Click Click. She panicky slammed the gun down onto the zombie's head. The blow cracked open its brain case and the beretta stuck out of his skull. Mass amounts of blood oozed out like water from a knocked over glass.
Victoria sprinted down the hall and rounded the corner to come to a fork. She instantly took the left and stopped dead in her tracks.
A huge monster stood before her. He looked like a cross between the Nemesis and the Tyrant. Purple tentacles upon his back swayed wildly around him as if they were protecting him. His right arm looked as though someone had stretched it making it become a foot longer – around the elbow the torn skin revealed muscle dripping with blood. Long blades replaced the man's once fingernails and were stained a deadly red. The skin on front of the monster's chest had completely decayed leaving behind a mucus film to protect his innards. His lab coat covered his still human arm, which held a needle. Sharp claws busted open the shoes he wore and left a trail of scratches against the tile floor. Half of his face had been striped of his flesh and pulled back like a hood on a jacket. The other half was the unmistakable human face of Dr. Whitefield.
"D-doctor!" Victoria stammered frozen with fear and utter shock.
The human half of his lips formed a wicked smirk. "It looks like I have a new experiment!" he stated with joy.
Victoria gasped with eyes dilated. He sprinted after her with a sway from the imbalance in his arms. The receptionist screamed in terror and dashed in the opposite direction with the help of the adrenaline that coursed through her veins.
She then abruptly halted. The lynxerous blocked her path, warningly swinging it's tail back and forth. Victoria whirled around; her breathing quickened as she caught sight of Dr. Whitefield coming at her with the needle. He forcefully slammed her body against the metallic hall wall with his clawed hand. She lost her breath and clamped her eyes shut ready to die as the blood poured out of the wound in her stomach. The doctor forced her eyes open with one of his tentacles.
"My dear," he began in a calm tone, "don't you want to witness the very moment you become just like me?"
She let out a choked cry as tears poured from her eyes and down her cheeks.
"Tears of joy?" the doctor asked completely out of his mind, "don't worry your transformation shall be quick."
He then stabbed her arm with the needle and injected the virus. Victoria's eyes rolled back as she fell unconscious.
Whitefield let her go, and her body slumped to the ground.
"Soon, very soon," he began in an oddly giddy tone, "this whole lab will become the womb for my pets to grow in."
He glanced at the lynxerous who walked up to him and rubbed against him like a loving cat.
"Yes, Fluffy, everyone in this base will become just like us…" he assured.
Chapter 6
After safely landing the plane and explaining to the police what had happened to the pilot and copilot the S.T.A.R.S. members began to organize a plan in their hotel room.
The rooms weren't the most luxurious in the world by the noticeable cracks running up the chipping flowered-wallpaper walls and the water stains splotching the ceiling. Faded red, now an off pink, bedspreads covered the uncomfortable box-spring mattresses. The gray carpeting felt as though a film of dirt coated the synthetic fibers. The lamp by one of the bedsides flickered like a candle in the wind.
Claire fumbled with the air conditioner dial and tossed her sweat-drenched ponytail to the side with frustration.
Leon smiled at her distress, but suddenly winced as Rebecca tended to his bullet wound. He hadn't given it proper care yet, and the wound was now puss-filled with infection.
"We can't just barge in there," Jill reminded Chris who sat across the unbalanced wooden table from her.
"I know that!" he snapped and sighed with frustration.
Carlos shut off the television and sat up on the bed. "I've been to dat base before," he told them, "I know all de secret entrances and," he searched through his pockets and held up an ID card, "If dis still works it should be no prob to sneak in."
"Alright then," Chris announced and stood up, "We'll split up into three teams: the retrieval, backup, and secondary backup. The retrieval team will be, Jill, Carlos, and myself."
Claire folded her arms and gave her brother a look of death. Figures he'd put me as backup.
Rebecca put a hand on her shoulder and whispered, "He's only protecting you, and besides you're hurt." She then unwrapped the gauze from Claire's forehead and put it aside.
"As I was saying," Chris went on, "Backup will wait outside the base in the car and will be contacted if trouble should arise. Secondary backup will stay here and take care of Sherry. The backup team will be Leon and-"
"Me!" Claire forcefully shouted eyeing her brother.
"No…" Chris calmly corrected, "It will be Leon and Barry."
"C'mon!" she shouted back, "You never let me do anything! I had to face a whole city of zombies while you only battled a mansion!"
"Claire!"
"Why can't I?"
"Because you're my little sister, and I'm the leader of this operation, and whatever I say goes!"
"You can't order me around!"
"Yes I can."
"No you can't"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!!!"
"No!!!"
Jill sighed as she watched the two argue like five-year-old children.
A few minutes later, Barry came back from the gun-shop with enough weapons to start their own little war. He ignored the siblings and laid the items on the bed.
"Well, the guy at the shop wouldn't let me buy too much heavy artillery, but I managed these two shotguns," he informed over the shouts and screams.
"I also, got enough handgun and shotgun bullets to last a lifetime. And I found some machinegun refills for Carlos."
"As soon as those two are done arguing we'll leave," Jill suggested.
"You are going to stay here with Rebecca and that's final!" Chris ordered.
Claire slammed her hands on her hips. "Barry, do you mind if I take your place?"
He shrugged, "I really don't care what team I'm on."
"See?" Claire stated matter-of-factly, "He wants to stay here."
Chris opened his mouth to argue back, but Leon cut him off, "She'll be fine with me, and I hardly doubt you'll need the backup if Carlos's ID card is working. Don't worry about it, I'll take care of her."
Claire was about to blow up that she didn't need any stupid cop babysitting her, but realized it was the only way she wouldn't have to stay behind.
She grabbed Leon's arm and agreed, "Yeah, Leon can watch out for me. He is a cop and all."
Chris sighed with a complying nod.
Claire smiled sweetly and smacked Leon on the back of the head. "I hope you don't think you can tell me what to do," she whispered in his ear, "Or you'll have to meet my Browning HP" She swung her gun in a threatening matter.
Leon nervously laughed and waved his hands signifying he understood.
"C'mon you guys into the car," Chris ordered causing Claire to heat up with anger.
She stuck out her tongue at him and yanked Leon out the door with her.
"Now remember, Claire," Chris told his sister as if she was two, "Stay out of any trouble and stay here."
"Whatever!" she shouted back annoyed and waved at him as if shoeing off a fly.
The main Umbrella HQ stood four stories tall; not to mention the eight lab floors hidden underground. The building gave off an ominous hospital-like appearance. All the shades had been pulled down and only shadows could be seen. Off to the side a sign with an advertisement for their soda was lit up with automatic streetlights.
Chris, Carlos, and Jill squatted behind the bushes that surrounded the main gate.
"Why do we always have to face Umbrella at night?" Jill asked holding her Beretta close to her cheek.
The boys ignored her comment and Carlos sprinted to the gate as soon as the lights headed in the opposite direction. He glanced at the control panel and slid the card through the reader. Por favor trabaja. [Please work.] Carlos prayed.
The machine beeped and the red light changed to a passing green.
Carlos waved for the others to come and they dashed across entering the facility. But Jill wasn't fast enough for the searchlight caught the heel of her boot.
"What was that?" the Umbrella guard at the search tower asked his coworker.
"I'll go check it out," the other one informed.
Jill's throat tightened. "Do they suspect?" she asked.
Carlos glanced around for a solution and spotted a helpless cat scooting along.
"What are you doing?!" Jill asked as he sneaked up on the cat. The thing hissed and spat as Carlos lugged the animal to the gate. He then hurled it into the searchlight.
"Never mind," the guard called back his comrade, "It was just some stupid cat." He pressed the button and the searchlight began to cover all the areas again.
Carlos let out the air he held in his lungs with great relief. "That was too close."
"Quit messing around," Chris scolded, "We've got to get going."
The trio then proceeded into the building.
Albert tossed the grenade launcher at Eliza who attempted to catch it, but the weight of it slammed her arms to the ground.
"Please," she begged, "I really don't want to do this."
"I could always just eat you," Wesker jokingly threatened baring his fangs.
Eliza gulped and grunted as she picked up the launcher. Him being a test subject made her uncertain of his actions. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and gazed up at him curiously.
His shades flashed a reflection of the fluorescent lights on the ceiling. There's something about him…Eliza pondered.
Just then the metallic doors of the armory slid open to reveal Ada Wong.
"There you are!" she snapped.
Wesker smirked. "So, what's my favorite zombie babe up to?"
Ada snagged him by the collar and brought his face to hers. "First off, never, call me babe! And secondly, why didn't you evacuate the building if all the experiments were loose?!"
Wesker shoved her hand off him and brushed away the imaginary dust. "If you would calm down, I can explain."
She let out a frustrated sigh and tapped her foot against the ground with impatience.
"You see, in case of a leakage," he stated matter-of-factly, "this base automatically locks all entrances out of the lab and the intercoms are cut off of transmission. Thus, if you enter, there is no escape, unless the contamination is under control again."
"Just fucking great!"
"My thoughts exactly."
"But how does the computer know when to release the locks?" Eliza questioned.
Wesker shrugged. "I think you have to insert a code or something…I dunno. I wasn't the designer of this base."
"What about the air ducts?" Ada inquired.
Wesker glanced at the one above Eliza's head. Hmm that just might work…
"What?" she asked quickly glancing back and forth at the two experiments, "Oh no! I'm not going in there! Besides, do you seriously think my hips are going to fit through that?"
Albert snickered.
"Ada, help me lift her will ya?" he ordered more than asked.
She folded her arms and looked away.
Wesker sighed and grabbed Eliza's waist. She gripped his wrists and begged, "Please no, I don't want to do this…"
He lifted her up to the duct and she complied by opening it.
"Hurry up!" he grunted and shook from her weight.
"I'm not that heavy!" she snapped and climbed in.
Eliza's eyes dilated from the pitch darkness. She took in a deep breath only to have her lungs filled with the sent of blood. A flash of something scurried across the metal walls. What was that? Her eyes narrowed in curiosity and she began to crawl ahead.
"Find anything?" she heard Wesker's voice echo along the ventilation shaft.
Suddenly she felt a sharp prick on her arm, like that of a needle. She gasped as it came again this time in a different spot. Eliza forced open her eyes wider in hopes to see what was causing her the pain. Instantly a mass amount of agony washed throughout her body like a bath of razors. She screamed a pitch that no human could achieve in normal circumstances.
"Eliza?!" Wesker yelled with a hint of panic in his voice, "Eliza?!"
But he was only replied with dead silence.
Boring! Claire screamed in her mind. It had only been three minutes and she had already lost her patients. She crossed her leg and shook it with frustration. Leon on the other hand calmly cleaned his gun with a silly smile tattooed to his face.
I'd love to slap that stupid grin right off him…Claire thought while gritting her teeth. Leon glanced over at her - his smile widened as he noticed the death glare she gave him.
"What's wrong?" he asked with ease.
"What's wrong?" she repeated annoyed out of her mind, "My stupid over protective brother is in the Umbrella base kicking some zombie ass while we have to sit here and twiddle our thumbs in this smelly run-down excuse for a car!"
Leon suddenly burst into a fit of hysterical laughter. He thinks this is funny huh? She yanked open the glove compartment, retrieved her gun, and violently swung open the car door.
He abruptly stopped his laughing and called out, "Hey Claire! I'm sorry! Claire? Hey! Wait! Wait!"
Leon fumbled to get his gun back together and attempted to sprint after her only to get slammed back into his seat by the safety belt. He flung the belt off him and hurried to catch up.
"Claire, c'mon! I'm sorry, let's go back to the car," he begged walking backwards to face her.
She abruptly stopped and replied, "All of my life, my brother has held me back for fear of me getting hurt. I want to help him! I want to prove to him that I'm not a baby anymore! And most of all I want to put an end to the experiments Umbrella has done!" she paused locking eyes with Leon, "You can either come or stay behind. But whatever you do, won't change my mind."
"Claire…" he breathed and lightly stroked her cheek.
At first she jumped at his touch, not expecting him to take such a bold step. She then leaned her face against his soft palm with her eyes serenely shut. A tiny smile curved her lips. What am I thinking?! Claire realized but held her ground. How can I just let him touch me like this? No way! I don't like this idiot! But why does it feel so…nice…?
Claire flashed her eyes open and shoved Leon hard causing him to stager backwards. "Don't touch me!" she scolded while he shook his head in amusement. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing," he replied with a goofy smirk.
"Well? Are you coming or not?"
"I suppose I have no choice."
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked with her hands on her hips. But before he could reply she grabbed his wrist and hauled him to the base.
Chris cracked open the door to the lab entrance and peeked to see if anyone lurked about. He gasped at the site of the place and quickly slammed the door shut.
A torn arm clung to the ceiling fan causing blood to stain the tile in circular patterns. One of the three corpses groped the secretary's desk - it's knuckles bleached from the tight grip. Its eyes were filled with insane agony and fear. The body's legs were decorated with human bite marks and sliced with scratches.
The second lay with its limbs spread throughout the room. His eyes stared straight up with a blank wide-eyed expression. The ripped off jaw pulled the cheek's skin to the chest of the carcass.
The third had been completely skinned leaving a layer of mucus to cover the chewed away innards. The once woman's ribcage had been broken open for access to the heart which was now missing. Her lungs lay at her feet in a pool of blood.
"What's wrong, Chris?" Jill asked.
He slowly opened his eyes and turned toward her. He may have a tough stomach, but some things no one can take.
He opened the door again and held his breath. Jill tailed him with Carlos following close behind. Upon entrance Jill immediately closed her eyes at the site and covered her mouth and nose. Carlos held her head close to his chest to shield her eyes from the horror.
They stepped over the bodies to the electronic lock with blood and mucus adhering to the bottom of their shoes. Chris took out the keycard, but suddenly stiffened.
Carlos flashed him a look of curiosity as the S.T.A.R.S. member's face drained of coloring. He turned around to face what Chris was staring at and his jaw dropped.
"Aye caramba!" Carlos expressed with fear creeping up his throat.
To be continued…
Author's note: I have to say I wrote this before Code Veronica and I didn't know that Wesker was in it so that ruined my little plot twist. Also, for the Spanish in here…it may not be that accurate because I only took one year of it. More to come soon. I have a lot of ideas, but I wanted to post this so everyone would leave me alone. ^_~! But keep sending your comments, and ideas are always welcome.