Chapter 7
The man had once been Donald Peled. But now all he was a lifeless corpse. The Isreali man had seemed like a nice person but that didn't matter anymore. He was dead. They were forced to move on, seeing that the only way to possibly justify his death would be to escape and get back at Umbrella. The tunnels seemed to be pretty straight forward. As they reached what they hoped to be the exit they heard the most terrifying sound possible in this city.
" Gragggggggh!" The two immediately recognized the growl of the Tyrant. They spun and saw the Tyrant charging towards them. They both knew damn well there was no way that they could outrun it at this pace. They both trained their Magnum's at the tumour it called a heart. The rounds tore through, blood flying in all directions. The tyrant slowed it's pace a little and Keith's eyes focused on the miracle send. Propped along the wall was a gas tank. Keith shone his flashlight and pulled the trigger.
BOOM!!
The canister exploded and the flames erupted into the Tyrants face. It suprisingly dropped to it's knees.
"Run for it!" Jesse screamed. They sprinted for the door and threw it open. Keith slammed it shut as soon as he was through and barred the door with a nearby steel rod. He gave it a quick pull to test it's durability and nodded to give Jesse a silent okay. They ran down the adjoining tunnel with all they had left, which wasn't much. Keith shone his flashlight infront of him to see a rusty, steel ladder leading to a manhole cover. Jesse apparently saw it to because he started to push himself a little faster than normal. Keith struglle to match his pace, his adrenalin not supporting him any longer. Jesse shuffled up the ladder as fast as his legs would thrust him upward. Keith pulled himself up the rungs with his last ounces of strength. He slid through the grate and covered the opening once through. Once he got to his feet he saw a smug grin on Jesse' face. Then he saw it. Painted above the nearest door in crisp, bold letters were the words: Umbrella Labs. Finally, in this nightmare, there was a shred of hope.
Chapter 8
They were in what looked to be like a parking lot outside of the Umbrella Labs. There was a large garden in the centre of the lot, obstructinng some of there view. They slowly stepped forward and looked behind some of the trees in the garden. They saw a group of zombies hunched over, munching on another of the undead. They holstered their Magnums and unstrapped their rifles. In two short bursts, one for each of them, the group of zombies had all been equally dispatched with headshots. They walked past the pile of undead corpses and tried the front gate into the Labs. Suprisingly it was open.
"Looks like Trent did us another favour" Keith said as he trained his rifle ahead of him, ready to blow away anything that moved. He pocketed his flaslight and casually walked up to the desk, seeing as the main lobby was free of the undead masses. Jesse closed the door and walked up to meet with Keith. Keith had already started to tamper with the computer network, and appeared to be making progress. He had accesses the lock mainframe and was at the enter password screen.
"The hell do we do now? We don't know any goddamn password!!!" Jesse slammed his clenched fist on the table in severe frustration. As Keith backed away, shaking his head in confusion.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Keith grabbed for the radio hooked to his thigh. He put the frequency on the ALL setting, allowing him to scan all frequencies for who was sendin gthe message.
"Ah Keith, glad to hear your charming voice. I suspect you've made it to the labs?" Trent voice crackled over the radio.
"Ya, tunnels were a real help, but now we need a fucking password."KEith shouted into the microphone to stress his aggrivation.
"Ah yes, the failsafe, try the word SPENCER" Trent said in a do-it-now tone.
Keith walked over to the keyboard and typed in the letters. After a few seconds a mesage appeared: Access granted, locks released. Keith heard the other end of the radio go dead. He shut the radio off and turned to Jesse.
" Son of a Bitch almost knows TOO much," Jesse said in slight suspicion.
"Hey he got us this far. I say we just worry about getting the fuck out of here." Keith replied. Jesse nodded and they prepared themselves to face what would hopefully be the last of the Chistoval horrors. They were headed into the Lion's Den.
please R&R thanks for reading. Sorry it took so long 2 update, things have been really busy with my band. Watch for the Update of "Nightmares" by my friend Terry. Thanks again.
The man had once been Donald Peled. But now all he was a lifeless corpse. The Isreali man had seemed like a nice person but that didn't matter anymore. He was dead. They were forced to move on, seeing that the only way to possibly justify his death would be to escape and get back at Umbrella. The tunnels seemed to be pretty straight forward. As they reached what they hoped to be the exit they heard the most terrifying sound possible in this city.
" Gragggggggh!" The two immediately recognized the growl of the Tyrant. They spun and saw the Tyrant charging towards them. They both knew damn well there was no way that they could outrun it at this pace. They both trained their Magnum's at the tumour it called a heart. The rounds tore through, blood flying in all directions. The tyrant slowed it's pace a little and Keith's eyes focused on the miracle send. Propped along the wall was a gas tank. Keith shone his flashlight and pulled the trigger.
BOOM!!
The canister exploded and the flames erupted into the Tyrants face. It suprisingly dropped to it's knees.
"Run for it!" Jesse screamed. They sprinted for the door and threw it open. Keith slammed it shut as soon as he was through and barred the door with a nearby steel rod. He gave it a quick pull to test it's durability and nodded to give Jesse a silent okay. They ran down the adjoining tunnel with all they had left, which wasn't much. Keith shone his flashlight infront of him to see a rusty, steel ladder leading to a manhole cover. Jesse apparently saw it to because he started to push himself a little faster than normal. Keith struglle to match his pace, his adrenalin not supporting him any longer. Jesse shuffled up the ladder as fast as his legs would thrust him upward. Keith pulled himself up the rungs with his last ounces of strength. He slid through the grate and covered the opening once through. Once he got to his feet he saw a smug grin on Jesse' face. Then he saw it. Painted above the nearest door in crisp, bold letters were the words: Umbrella Labs. Finally, in this nightmare, there was a shred of hope.
Chapter 8
They were in what looked to be like a parking lot outside of the Umbrella Labs. There was a large garden in the centre of the lot, obstructinng some of there view. They slowly stepped forward and looked behind some of the trees in the garden. They saw a group of zombies hunched over, munching on another of the undead. They holstered their Magnums and unstrapped their rifles. In two short bursts, one for each of them, the group of zombies had all been equally dispatched with headshots. They walked past the pile of undead corpses and tried the front gate into the Labs. Suprisingly it was open.
"Looks like Trent did us another favour" Keith said as he trained his rifle ahead of him, ready to blow away anything that moved. He pocketed his flaslight and casually walked up to the desk, seeing as the main lobby was free of the undead masses. Jesse closed the door and walked up to meet with Keith. Keith had already started to tamper with the computer network, and appeared to be making progress. He had accesses the lock mainframe and was at the enter password screen.
"The hell do we do now? We don't know any goddamn password!!!" Jesse slammed his clenched fist on the table in severe frustration. As Keith backed away, shaking his head in confusion.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Keith grabbed for the radio hooked to his thigh. He put the frequency on the ALL setting, allowing him to scan all frequencies for who was sendin gthe message.
"Ah Keith, glad to hear your charming voice. I suspect you've made it to the labs?" Trent voice crackled over the radio.
"Ya, tunnels were a real help, but now we need a fucking password."KEith shouted into the microphone to stress his aggrivation.
"Ah yes, the failsafe, try the word SPENCER" Trent said in a do-it-now tone.
Keith walked over to the keyboard and typed in the letters. After a few seconds a mesage appeared: Access granted, locks released. Keith heard the other end of the radio go dead. He shut the radio off and turned to Jesse.
" Son of a Bitch almost knows TOO much," Jesse said in slight suspicion.
"Hey he got us this far. I say we just worry about getting the fuck out of here." Keith replied. Jesse nodded and they prepared themselves to face what would hopefully be the last of the Chistoval horrors. They were headed into the Lion's Den.
please R&R thanks for reading. Sorry it took so long 2 update, things have been really busy with my band. Watch for the Update of "Nightmares" by my friend Terry. Thanks again.
