I don't own Resident Evil or any of its' logos

I don't own Resident Evil or any of its' logos. They belong to Capcom, of which, I'm not affiliated. Damn. I can always dream, can't I?

In the last chapter we met Scott, Joshua, and Eric. Three members of a Special Forces team. Seems someone in Belton has pushed the panic button, or could it be justified? Only time will tell…

A Long Cold Night by

SSJ_Bardock

The three men entered the chopper with two others. All of them were fully clad in black combat gear. A bullet-proof vest, gas mask and of course, their guns. The chopper lifted off into the air, taking the five men with it. There was uneasiness in the air. Each member kept quiet and didn't talk. Didn't talk until Eric decided it was time to start a conversation. "So, how is everyone today?" he asked innocently. All he received were glares from the other members of the squad.

Scott looked over to his left, "The sun is setting."

This caused Joshua to look, "Yeah. Looks like we've drawn the night shift so to speak."

"Should we feel privileged to receive such an honor, or should we feel frightened of what looms ahead in the darkness?" asked Scott.

Eric gave a big sigh, "Neither. Let's face it. We're screwed," he said.

The other two just stared at the horizon, daydreaming. It was a striking sight to see. The sky had just turned a purple-blue color. The sun was just disappearing past the horizon. It blended beautifully with the autumn backdrop they were fortunate to receive. Autumn, that meant one thing, a long cold night was ahead of the five soldiers. Scott slowly shifted the M16 in his lap, while gazing at the floor of the chopper. " Anybody know when this flight is over?" asked Scott. Everybody just shrugged and looked away.

Finally the chopper had reached its destination, a small helipad on the rooftop of a hospital. "This is it people. We finally get to see what this whole thing is all about," said Joshua. The other four took a deep sigh and hopped off of the chopper and onto the landing. Joshua finally hopped off and gave the pilot the thumbs up to leave. Slowly the chopper elevated into the air and the five Special Forces teammates watched it go.

Scott was the first to recover, "Let's go people."

"At last we get to find out what this is all about," said Eric, hoisting his M16 to mid-section.

"Yeah, now we show'em how we do it," said Joshua, lifting up his SPAS-12.

Scott walked over toward the stairway door and flung it open. Quickly he poked his head in. He didn't spot anything, "It's clear." The rest of the team went through, with Scott coming in last. The clanging of boots on metal steps could be heard all the way down. The occasional whisper was given out. They got to the fifth floor door. Scott put his hand up, signaling them to stop where they were. He slowly peered out the entranceway. Not anything again. Scott this time was the first to walk in, followed by one of the two, Eric, Joshua, and the other guy.

Scott motioned with his hand for the two unknown's to go left while, Scott, Joshua, and Eric went right. Scott led Eric and Joshua, slowly but surely. "Why would they need a fifth team?" asked Eric.

That stopped Scott in his tracks, "They'd call for it because the first four didn't survive, which means…" said Scott.

"Which means that we're all fucked," said Joshua as coolly as he could.

The three companions walked down the silent hallway, on the alert. They came upon a series of doors in the hallway, "Eric take the left, I'll take the right, and Joshua, cover us," said Scott. Walking up to the door, Scott hesitated and then opened the door. Nothing. Eric burst open the door to find, just a desk and some papers. "So?" asked Scott.

"I'll I've got is a couple of desks and coffee cups. You?" asked Eric.

"Not really. Nothing out of the ordinary you'd find at a hospital. I don't think there's anything on this floor, I'll contact the others," said Scott.

So far, whatever had caused the disturbance wasn't anyplace the two groups had checked. Scott opened up communications on his walkie-talkie, "*Bzzzt* This is Scott, proceed to the forth floor level over," said Scott.

"*Bzzzt* We read ya loud and clear, over," said the voice.

Scott and the other two made their way down the steps to the forth floor. Before Scott opened the door he stopped. "What's up Scott?" asked Eric. Scott put a finger to his lips to signify "shut up". Scott slowly leaned toward the door and put his ear adjacent to it. "Sounds like someone's out there. Get ready," said Scott as he backed up. Eric and Joshua leveled their weapons at the door, ready for anything that was beyond it. Scott opened the door and revealed something at the far end of the hall. Quickly looking for anybody else, Scott walked down the hall toward the lone figure.

Slowly they walked toward the lone figure at the end of the hallway. The person had their back to the three, making identification little to nil. When the three got closer they noticed he was wearing army fatigues. Scott slowly walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. The man turned around to reveal a putrefied face. Patches of skin were misplaced from its' face. Blood poured out of the things mouth. The eyes were pure white, filled with hunger. "What the fuck?!" yelled Scott as he fell backward. The thing turned around and lumbered toward the three. Slowly they were backing up. "What the hell is with this guy?" asked Joshua.

"It looks like he was on a previous squad. Poor bastard," said Eric, backing up.

"Well what the fuck happened to him?! Look at him! Ahhh Jesus, I think I'm going to loose my lunch," said Scott.

Joshua leveled his SPAS-12 at the thing, "Back up! Back the fuck up!" he yelled.

That's when it let out a baleful moan, "Ugggggghhhhhhhhhh."

The thing stumbled closer to them. Then Joshua let the thing have it with his shotgun. The blast sent the thing soaring back a good five feet…in five sections.

"What the fuck man!?" said Eric, going hysterical, "Look at him. All rotting and shit. What the hell happened to him!? Shit!" Slowly Eric walked up and kicked a body part, with a cringe on his face. He was satisfied it was dead when it wasn't moving anymore.

"Listen," said Scott. They listened and heard it, "Uggggggghhhhhhhh."

Scott swallowed hard, "Oh shit."

So how was chapter 2? Aside from the foul mouths at the end, but hey, you've just encountered a zombie and you're telling me you wouldn't be swearing? Stop lying to yourself. So aside from that, any good? I won't know if you won't tell me. Send you C&C to hyro_yewie@yahoo.com .So, until the next chapter of swears, blood and gore, your pal, Bardock.