Cry
of Death
The door swing open, Vincent Goldman rushed
out, the moon's light dancing across the top of the roof. The black helicopter began to lift off;
madness flowed through Vincent's strong veins. " You're not going to get away."
He screamed at the fleeing helicopter. Vincent run, making his way towards the
edge of the building, he leapt. His hands grasped on to the metal landing bar
of the helicopter. Vincent slowly pulled up his body, his muscles aching from
the intense strain. He laid his arm
over the rail as he trained his aim of his 92 brig on the gas tank with his
other arm. " No one opposes me." Vincent mutters under his breath as he pulled
back the trigger.
The explosion was vivid and bright forming a
ball of burning flames in the air. Vincent jumped, knowing there was nothing he
could do, but to jump to save himself. His body plummeted in the night air,
picking up speed as it came closer to the stone ground below. Vincent's white
suit fluttered, the air movement getting stronger, almost tearing his clothes
off. The alley way came into view as Vincent dropped over the buildings that
lined it. His body hit hard against the stone path, bouncing before it settles
to the ground. An explosion carries
through the heavy air, followed by a display of bright light. Vincent, laughed,
tighten his grip on the dog tags that he held loosely in his hand before he
fall deep into nothingness.
Death rode the
wind as Vincent regained his thoughts. Death, the dewy sweet smell of rotting
flesh, the only thing that hung in the air and Vincent loved it. He coughed,
tasting the own saltiness of his blood from his busted lip. He had to get up.
Vincent moved uncomfortable, his body throbbed with every movement that he
made. Vincent tried to push himself off the ground, his left arm, to hurt to
move, stuck to his left side, not wanting to budge. He trusted himself up with his right arm, getting to his
feet. The cold metal chain slid through
his fingers, moving and shaping. He looked down at his hand and remembered he
still held on to the dog tags of that spy. Vincent chuckled, his memory coming
back to him. Just after he hit the ground he heard the explosion of helicopter,
the death of the spy. Vincent scanned the buildings that formed the alley, looking
around the stone and wood structures. His foot hits something behind him,
making a stiff crack as his foot grazed it. He moved his head sharply around,
seeing the cold body of a man laid out in front of him, blood building around
his head. Vincent kneeled down and nudged its back with the barrel of his gun,
nothing. Vincent known what it was, since he was the one that help turn this
place into a private heaven. Vincent was happy with himself for spreading the
t-virus through the townspeople before they could revolt against him. Through
the pain of his injuries, Vincent laughed out loud, his laughter echoing off
the walls of the dead city.
Vincent looked
over the zombie once again, seeing the dime shape hole in its forehead. "
Someone else is here. But who?" Vincent thinks to himself, his anger rising.
Vincent nervously looked around him, seeing nothing. His eyes narrow, seeing
the door of the church swinging lightly in the wind. Vincent approached it
carefully; he opened the door and looked in, seeing nothing in front of him,
but the many benches of the church. Vincent felt uneasy in the light of the
church, an eerie feeling hung in the air, like someone was watching him.
Something grabbed Vincent from behind, its fingers sinking into his shoulder. Pain
his old friend, surged through his young body. Vincent's knees buckled at the
heavy string of soreness that coursed through his shoulder. He turned and
stared into the blank eyes of the zombie that still held him. Vincent raised
his handgun; the zombie's jaws still open wide ready to tear into Vincent's
shoulder. He pulled back the trigger,
the gunshot echoing through the small church. The zombie's ill gray forehead
explodes with rich blood, its stiff body collapsing to the ground with a dead
thump. Vincent grasped his left shoulder, trying to sooth the pain. He looked
over the room, seeing if there were any more virus carriers in the area. He headed toward the left-handed door and
enters through the door. Vincent looked down the long wooden corridor, not
seeing anything of a threat. His light steps echo in the dark hallway, nothing
moved. The window shakes, vibrating as
something hits it from the outside. Blood smears the once clear window with a
sticky red as the zombies' rotting hands claw at it. Vincent turns and faces
the dead features of the townspeople. Vincent smirks, almost laughing at their
deaths. Their cold blank eyes, rotting
flesh, torn clothes; everything was perfect, a world of death and not a peep to
be said.
Vincent walked
down the wooden hallway, not seeing anything in the cloud of shadows ahead of
him. Commander Vincent stopped where he was, hearing the wet slithering of
something concealed around the corner. Vincent lifted up his handgun once
again, feeling safe behind the piece of plastic. The licker's head came around
the corner of the wall, its peach colored brain showing through the shade.
Vincent fired, the bright flame light up the dim hallway. The licker jumped at
the sound, its arm slicing at the air as it leapt. Vincent moved, avoiding the
claws of the licker. The mass of
muscles and tongue landed near Vincent's feet, listening, trying to hear his
movements. Vincent lowered his gun and shots four rounds into the licker's
budging brain before it could move. Its red body slowed to a stop and Vincent
smiled once again.
The wind whipped and curled around Vincent
as he stepped out from the church's rear door. Dreadful moans carried through
the night, zombies crying their song of hunger and death. Vincent look to the
clear night sky, the moon shinnying in the middle of the darkness. A flutter of
crows lift off into the dark, their small black bodies silhouetted against the
full moon. Vincent stepped out into the
alleyway, searching the area carefully. A low growl makes him feel uneasy.
Three dogs make their way out into the street, hanging their heads low to the
ground. Foam drips from one's mouth as it curls back its lips. They were the
guard dogs, infected by the virus. Their coat once beautiful, now missing
patches from it and matted down by blood. They slowly made a ring around him,
each one covering a side of his body. Vincent watched them carefully, trying to
figure out which would attack first. One leaped, colliding with Vincent's back,
forcing him to the ground. Vincent's hand touches the cold stone path, options
running through his mind. He was young, but a trained solider, one of the best,
but he had pushed his body too far already. Muscles to sore to move, nothing he
really could do. The dog on his back barked and snapped at his neck. Its teeth
missing an inch away from Vincent's neck.
The commander could feel the cold breathe of the dog, as it snarled at
him, fright feeling his already chaotic head. He laid still, excepting the
worse. His Fear suddenly vanished from his body and a rush of calm come over
him.
Vincent slightly moved, the undead dog on
his back growled. Vincent, in one quick action, slams his left arm into the
face of the dog. It sprawls over, colliding with the ground. Through the
burning pain, Vincent dashes forward, making it pass the two other dogs. He
could hear their wet, bloody paws hit the ground behind him, growling and
howling. Vincent turned towards them knowing they weren't going to let up,
training his aim. The gun explodes; two bullets soar through the night air. The
first hitting the closest dog in the top of its forehead, the other missing its
target. Its body drops to the ground,
its forward momentum still pushing it across the ground. The second one leaped,
flying towards Vincent. He side steps the attack, the dog too fast circles
around and heads for Vincent once again. The commander faces the running dog,
and pumps off two rounds. One smacks
the dog's front thigh making it stumble as it made its way towards him. The
second round collides with its eye, exploding into a burst of white fluid.
Vincent turns just in time to see the third one heading his way, its jaws
already to attack. In a mad rush
Vincent lets off three rounds, all aimed at its head. The bullets hit, tearing
through the dog's wet flesh. It falls
to the ground in a hump of undead flesh, once again dead. Vincent nerves calmed
once again, his muscles going back to their aching state. Vincent held onto his
injured shoulder, the pain even worse than it was before. Vincent winces as his
fingers touch the bruised flesh; he continued to check around, not feeling any
broken bones. Vincent broke a smile, " I am losing myself. I can't even take a
bruise." Vincent laughed at himself, he know he had to hurry to get his work
done.
Black
helicopters swooped and dive through the air. Vincent looked up at them, "
Helicopters? No, the cleaners have already arrived. It seems umbrella wants
this mess cleaned up right away." Vincent thinks to himself, knowing that his
mission has now gotten harder. Vincent runs down the stairs still holding his
wounded shoulder. The sound of running water engulfs his ears; he looked over
the railing seeing the calm river below. The water exploded upward, the rush of
water blinds Vincent, not knowing what was going on. Something massive landed
behind him; he could hear the water dripping off its body. Vincent gradually
turned around, not wanting to see the thing behind him. He lifted his gun from
his side and aiming before he even got into position. Vincent looked at the
creature standing in front of him, it's green reptilian skin shinnying with
water. Its boxy mouth moving, showing jagged, out of place teeth, that rounded
its gums. Its body bulky and frog like, the creature's arms hang at its sides,
tipped with curved blades. The hunter didn't move, it just stared blankly into
Vincent's eyes. Vincent stared back,
figuring out when to attack. The hunter screamed out, its claws diving towards
Vincent. He jumped off to the side, rolling hard on his shoulder. Vincent
turned, pushing the trigger repeatedly. The gun fires, the lone bullet hits the
hunter in the eye. His gun goes silent; Vincent ejects the empty clip and grabs
a fresh one from his pocket. The hunter howls out in pain, parts of its eye run
down its face. Vincent cocks back the gun, and lets two more rounds finish the
hunter off. Vincent sighed and than
let out a laugh, " Too easy." He whispers.
Vincent walked up
the second set of stairs, making his way to the next street. The door to
Vincent's left lead to an Arcade for the children of the island. Vincent needed
to go through the hospital and use the elevator to get to the subway and reach
the helipad. He had to get off the island and the fasted way, since the
cleaners wouldn't let him get out alive. The glass door opened as Vincent
pulled on the handle. The white lobby of the hospital was bright, Vincent
looked over it, spotting the elevator in the back. He stopped in front of it
and pushed the call button. A loud humming filled the air, Vincent stood
annoyed by the sound. A swoosh of air come from the elevator, and the doors
open. Vincent was greeted by the decoying smell of the flesh. Vincent backed up
as the zombie out stretched its arms towards him. Vincent's leg hit the corner
of a table behind him, making him stumble. Vincent fired the gun, the bullet
grazing the zombie's shoulder. Its dirty black shirt is soon covered in a
sticky dark red Vincent takes aim. The gun once again explodes with fire, the
round drilling into its wrinkled brow. Vincent stepped into the elevator, he
slide his umbrella pass card through the slot. The light beeped and turned from
red to green. On the top of elevator, another light lit up with an S in the
middle of it up just behind the 13. Vincent pushed the button and the elevator
jerked and started its descent down.
The doors
opened, the warm air of the subway flowing in. Vincent walked out, seeing the
silver train stationary in front of him. Something ran across the top of train,
not showing enough of itself for Vincent to know what it was. More appear
surround the area, popping up from the top of train and from Vincent's sides.
Vincent looked over them, he know what they were and there was little hope of
him getting out alive. Vincent watched them, climb on roof of the train, some
coming from the left of him, aiming their mp-5s at him as they leisurely walk
towards him. There were masses of them,
all gathering around Vincent. Breathing through their gas masks, looking at him
through their single night vision scope. The mass to the right of Vincent moved
and made a path. Another one walked through them, for some reason he was
different than the rest. Vincent narrowed his brow, staring at the new cleaner
that walked towards him. A double night vision scope, and a small breather mask
covered his face from Vincent's prying eyes. His body was covered in a
protective thin bio suit, body armor shielding his chest. In his hand he
concealed a MP-5 SD4, holding it firm to his side. He stepped in front of
Vincent, looking him over. The two stared deep into each other's eyes feeling
the burning hatred for each other.
" It seems commander you
are the only one that my cleaners haven't cleanse." The undertaker speaks
coldly at Vincent. " What the hell do you want from me?" Vincent screamed back
at him. " Nothing but for you to die by my own hands." The undertaker yells
back at him. The undertaker waves his hand at the cleaners, making them scatter
and disappear from sight. " I will let my cleaners kill off all the B.O.W.S, I
want you for myself. There so much more pleasure in killing something living
than something that is already dead." The undertaker says as he lifts his
weapon into the air. Vincent, brow lowered, eyes narrow, looks over the
undertaker unit figuring out when to attack. Shots ring out, tearing from the
barrel of the Mp-5 SD4. The twin rounds make their way towards Vincent, who
begins to charge at the undertaker. The bullets rip through the shoulder of
Vincent's suit, grazing his shoulder. Vincent's body smashes into the
undertaker, knocking him to the ground. His gun slipped from his black-gloved
hand, and skidding across the floor.
Vincent grabs on the undertaker's neck, squeezing the life from his
body. Vincent pressed the Brig to the forehead of the struggling man. " Nothing
better than taking a man's life right." Commander Vincent shouted at the
undertaker. Submachine gun fire burst from behind Vincent, scattering across
the concrete next to Vincent. The
commander turns in sees the cleaner standing on the catwalk above, it Mp-5
still smoking. Vincent turned back to the commander, and cracked a smile. More
gunfire breaks out, tearing through the ground around Vincent and the
undertaker. Vincent lets go of the undertaker's neck and whips around towards
the cleaner, firing off random rounds. The bullets hit, knocking the ape like
human off the cat walk. His back colliding with the gun, his body already
bubbling as it dissolves into nothing. Vincent leapt in the train car, escaping
the clatter of bullets from the undertaker's gun. Vincent rested his back
against the wall, and smiled.
The train stooped,
hissing with steam. Vincent walked out, and slaps the button on the wall for
the elevator. The black doors opened in Vincent stepped in, the elevator taking
him to the surface. Vincent stood in
the small helipad, looking around at the hangers that laid silent. He was on the homestretch; all he had to do
is get the small transport helicopter from one of the hangers and leave.
Vincent pushed the button on the panel; the metal door came to life, moving up
into the ceiling. The two noses of the small helicopters came into view through
the dark. The rotor explodes with life, spinning and twirling with speed.
Vincent pushed back on the lever, sending the helicopter straight up. It lifted
higher and higher in to the air, Vincent looked over the landscape, seeing the
cleaners battling the mess that he made, once again a smile broke across his
youthful face. Vincent touched his shoulder, his fingers coming back sticky
with the blood. Vincent didn't even
notice he was bleeding, nothing matter to him now, but to escape and return to
Umbrella.
