Dead Factory
November, 11:58am, 1998
The door slid open, the calm, cool air
blow in. Hunk breathed in the dewy, sweet air, making a rasping sound as it got
sucked into his gas mask. Hunk looked
down seeing the wet forest below. He dropped the rope down, it uncoiling as it
snaked its way down to the soil below.
He grabbed the rope firmly, and jumped from the cabin of the hovering
helicopter, his men followed. The four surround Hunk, awaiting his orders,
alpha team was formed.
Delta team made their
way through the thick brush as they roped down from the second transport
helicopter. The five of them waded in between the trees, making their way
towards Alpha team that stood in attention.
" There is our objective, Night Wood water treatment plant." Hunk coldly
speaks with air vapor slipping out the gas mask front filter. " Ok listen up
people, white has order us to go in and took the prototype weapon by the name
of Displacer. But this won't be a walk in the park this is a dead installation,
all lab employees have been infected by the virus. Meaning this is a death
trip, but White has our asses covered, they have sent in a series of Tyrant–00s
under the orders to clean up all infected beings. So we can slip in and grab
the weapon." Speaks the commander of Delta team, Silver Back. The men look on
the abandoned water treatment plant, knowing that hell awaits them inside.
The two teams stopped at
steel reinforced doors that blocked their way. " Move in." Hunk speaks. His
gloved hand pushes the door in. The ten of them walk into the badly lit
hallway. The walls covered in dust with various spots of red scattered across
some spots. The
gloomy hallway was sinister and creepy, showing that no sort of life has been
through there in a while. " Damn I got a bad feeling about this." Utters Simon
Dean of Delta team. The two teams
walked on, following the long winding hall. The hall comes to a end and a set
of stairs breach from the right. Hunk leads them up the small set of stairs and
walks on to the steel platform. Hunk looked over the area, scanning over the
row of elevators that lined the back of the large room. One of them leads down
to the upper labs, where their objective laid. " Alpha team, we will proceed to
the upper labs. Delta team will stay here in case if we get into any trouble."
The words slipped out of Hunk's mouth, as alpha team got aboard the elevator,
ready to face their fears.
The door opened, a narrow hallway came into view, littered with
dead corpses that lined the sides. " It looks as the tyrants have already been
through here." John Strait speaks with disgust. The team wades through the blood and bodies making their way to
the end of it. The narrow passageway stopped and formed into a large transport
area. Hunk extends his arm out to the side, telling his men to stop behind him.
Hunk slowly kneels down watching the active that went on in the middle of the
transport room. Five tyrants circled a
lone ivy. Their cold eyes stared at the green plant, almost like they were intimidating
it. In a flash of green and white, the tyrants' hands grab, and crash the ivy's
round head. " Sir, lets go, the lab is just beyond them. We don't need to mess
with any tyrants right now." Says Jenkins. " Stop your whining, we need to see
how the tyrants work, just in case we get in trouble." Hunk says very
calmly. " Ok, lets move." Hunk says as
he gets back to his feet. The Five of them slowly walk pass the tyrants. The
tyrants' turn and quickly face the group of men, their soulless eyes staring
them down, but no attack came from them. Jenkins watched them carefully, not
wanting them to turn on him. His boot sets down in something wet, the strange
liquid making a squishing sound under his thick boot. Jenkins looks down at his
shoe, trying to figure out what the suspense was that he stepped in. The bottom
of his boot was covered in a lime green, the blood of the ivy dripped off.
Jenkins gazed down at it, still trying to figure out what he stepped in, not
noticing the menacing shadow that had covered over him. " Watch out!" the words
exploded out of John Strait's mouth. Jenkins looked over at the team and than
at the towering tyrant, its fist already reeling back. Jenkins's stomach caves
in as the tyrant's fist smashes into it sending his limp body in to the air.
John runs forward; ready to attack, his finger slipping into the loop of his
gun. Hunk rushed over in laid his hand down on the neck of the gun. " He is
already gone, you know that. There is nothing we can do to help him, just focus
on the mission at hand." Hunk says emotionless. " Yes, sir." John responds
forcefully. The men watch on as the tyrant strides towards the wilted body of
Jenkins, its giant hand grabbing on to his helmet, lifting his limp body into
the air. The tyrant squeezes, the helmet creeks and cracks under the
pressure. Jenkins head exploded into a
gasser of blood, brain matter, and metal. His headless body drops to the
ground. It seems that the special force members have more than they can deal
with.
The giant metal door leading to the lower
labs opened as the men stopped in front of it.
Alpha team runs in to the gray passageway, trying their best to get to
their goal. The door dents in with force, metal snapping, parts falling to the
floor. " Damn something is wrong with them. Why the hell are they after us."
Strait says with the nervousness slipping pass his worried words. " Since
Jenkins stepped in the ivy's blood, they think we are also t-virus
by-products." Hunk responds as he leads his men down the corridor. A clicking noise filled the hallway, growing
louder as it echoed off the metal walls.
From the shadows two Brain-suckers appear, crawling across the ceiling
and floor. One leaps, flying off the ground in one quick motion. The Special
Forces member side step the attack, laying their backs against the wall as it
falls to the ground in front of them.
The creature lays stunned, alpha team opens fire with their Mp-5 A5s,
the hallway came a show of orange and a clatter of metal. The brain-sucker
collapsed to the ground, its screams still crying out from its mouth as its
last bits of energy flowed out. The other brain-sucker dropped from its coop on
the ceiling, landing in front of Hunk. The giant monster rose to its hind legs,
running wildly towards him. Two bursts exploded out of the barrel of Hunk's
mp-5, the brain-sucker's twin heads erupted in a vivid display of blood and
puss. Silence falls over the hallway as smoke lofts from the barrels of the
mp-5s. The men looked at each other, checking for wounds. They give a nod to
each other and get back to work.
Alpha team continues down the hallway,
searching for the main lab where the parts of the weapon lay. Screams explode out of the team's radios, "
Alpha team, we are under attack by the Tyrant series, we are being decimated.
My men have been cut in half. Send help. Repeat, Alpha team, we are under
attack by the Tyrant series, we are being decimated. My men have been cut in
half. Send help." Silver Back yells over the fighting that erupted in the
background. " Lets go." Shouts John. " We stay with the mission objectives."
Hunk coldly says. " What the hell is wrong with you, they need are help. After
we get everything cooled down, than we will get back on track with the
mission." John says with anger rolling off of each word. " If you were smart
you would know they are already dead." Hunk calmly says back to him. John's
hands snap into action, grabbing Hunk by his Kevlar vest, forcing him against
the wall. " On every mission you came back alive, alone, single-handedly
completing the mission. But I am not use to seeing my men die, death isn't a
pleasant thing." John says with spit running down the front of his gas mask's
filter. " Ok, you and Johnson go back for Delta team. Me and Thomson will
continue on with the mission." Hunk
says as he stares into John's frantic eyes. John left running as fast he could
to save his friends, with Johnson by his side.
Hunk looked at Thomson, both nodded to each other and went on with the
mission.
The double doors swung open, the two of them
enter the side lab, everything stain-less steel, walls, counters, tables,
shining in the dim light. The side lab was large, bigger than the first lab,
which they ventured in before. Dreadful moans vibrated off the walls, echoing
in the still air. " Where did that come from?" Hunk says looking blindly in the
dark. " Over there, the end wall." Thomson utters as he points to the back
wall. The two walk over to found a zombie strapped to an upright table. Its
white eyes rolling and moved with their actions. " What the hell is this? Same
sick sex game." Thomson chuckles at himself. Hunk looks to the counter,
spotting a yellow piece of paper sitting there, thinking maybe it would it
explain why.
" Entry Three,
Hell,
the lab has become the fires of hell. I can feel the licking flames around me
burning my skin as my friends die and resurrected into soulless beings that
hungry for the flesh of those of their former loves. It a saddening sight, even
for the strongest, most hardened people in the world's No body wants to watch
as your friends battle for their lives against something you helped created. Of
no means am I saying that the research we did was bad, but more uncontrollable.
We weren't able to handle a so-called biohazard, maybe in the near future white
will open its eyes in arm the labs, preventing any more mess to occur. I know
one day that our research will help someone, it may be evil, but how much of
the world is evil? Science is a game of trail and error, and Umbrella inc. have
caused three major errors in their lifetime The falling of Raccoon City, Sheena
island an umbrella, owned and manned installation that was silence do to greed,
and treachery, than last the failure of this lab, Mountain Valley. I can't
believe that this lab was infected, it just goes to show even how prepared you
think you are, nothing can contain an experiment virus. I don't want to
believe, but I am infected myself. The antibodies that were supposed to fight
the virus's decomposing effect haven't really worked. They only delayed the
time of the spread of the virus, given me an extra day to live. There is
nothing I can do, I have to live my last days in a lab worst than hell were
your friends hunt you down like dogs. The only thing I wanted to do is to
finish my prototype weapon, just to test it out once, but that is unlikely to
happen, as my brainpower is to far under event to do a simple task as to put
the weapon together. So I guess this is the end, but I won't do it like the
others and end it with a bullet. I,
myself, have taking the right way out, not wanted to end my life with a bullet
to the brain, I have strapped myself to the table to restrain me from attacking
others. This is a hell of way to live my last days on earth.
Don Michaels "
Hunk laid the paper back down; he raised his
mp-5 to don's head, his jaws snapping uncontrollably with hungry. The burst of
fire lit up the room, Don's body wilted over, entering death once again. " Why
did you do that?" Thomson speaks lightly. " I thought to take him away from his
own private hell." Hunk responds. Thomson turns around, looking at the counters
that lined the back of the wall. " Sir, look at this." Thomson says holding a
cylinder object in his hand. " That's the front of the weapon, good, now we
just have to found the other two pieces. Grabbed that nap sack from over
there." Hunk says grabbing the two
other large pieces of the Displacer off the counter in putting them into the
nap sack. " Mission completion." Hunk speaks into the two-way radio. The
pilot's hoarse voice comes over, " Good, we will be there in ten, over and
out."
The two make their way down the main hall,
stepping over the dead bodies of the ones that they killed earlier. No word of
Delta team's rescue had come over the radio since they had left the lab,
complete silence. Hunk assumed that they had been dealt the same fate as Delta
team. The two run with the thoughts that they were the only ones left alive
from the two teams. To both of them it was a good feeling, a showing of how
strong they were, and that their skill exceeded that of everyone else's. The
two run with proud as they made their way to the elevator. The sidewall caved
in, the form of a fist behind it. Another strike is thrown to the wall before
it explodes into pieces of metal scrap.
Out of the cloud of dust the form of the tyrant walks, its burning white
eyes showing through the mist.
The Tyrant's
muscles bulged, building and forming as it stood there. Its trench coat gone, shards of green
leather still intact on places of its body. The tyrant's gray naked body
covered in the blood of others, its muscles flexing wildly. Hunk stood his
ground, knowing that the monster had to be stopped if they were going to
complete the mission. At the same time Hunk and Thomson opened fire, filling
the hall with the clatter of shell casings hitting the ground. Thomson's gun
stopped, his finger still tapping the trigger. Hunk's submachine gun stopped
its blaze of fire. Hunk searched his utility belt, grabbing the extra clip that
he concealed in the pouch. He looked over to Thomson, who had ejected his clip
already, stood there holding his gun. " Thomson." Hunk says as he throws his
spare clip into the hands of Thomson. " I got an idea, distract the Tyrant, I
am going to use the Displacer. But I will need some time." Hunk says as he gets
behind Thomson and takes off the nap sack from his shoulder. Thomson stared
into the Tyrant's cold white eyes, its narrow eyes mocking his movements. Thomson lets loose with the mp-5, rounds
tearing through the stomach of the tyrant. It's shifted to the side, than
shifted back, running towards him. It stopped in front of him, its fist coming
down from above its head. Thomson jumped back as the giant gloved fist passed
in front of him, hitting the floor. Thomson rolled off to the side, continuing
the attack. Bullets exploded through the Tyrant's thick skin, causing small
droplets of blood to form. Thomson
cracked a smile, he know that he could beat it. The gun stopped its storm of
bullets, drying once again, becoming silent. Thomson's smile turned into a
frown as the Tyrant stood over him, eyes blazing.
" Get out of the way!" The words echoed and
ricocheted off the steel wall. Thomson dropped to the ground covering his head.
The beam of blue light exploded from the front end of the displacer, covering
over the tyrant. It threw its arms up, trying its best to block out the ray,
but the tyrant's skin soon began to melt under the heat. The beam subsided, the hallway, charred,
smoke emitting off the black metal. The tyrant was nowhere to be seen,
Thomson's fatigues smoldered as he stood up. He brushed off the ash and nodded
to hunk, telling him that he was ok. Hunk grabbed the nap sack again and placed
the Displacer back where it belonged. The two walked towards the elevator, its
doors open, they climbed aboard. The
steel platform came into view as the doors slid apart, Strait and Johnson stood
over the commander of Delta team. Hunk walked over, looking at the wounded man
cracking a smile as he walked over there. Silver Back's helmet, and
anti-chemical mask were laying beside him, his gray hair shining in the light.
" I bet you thought I wasn't going to make it, right Mr. Death?" Silver Back weakly
spoke, coughing hard afterwards. " I had a feeling." Hunk replies. " Lets get
him out. The copter will be down in three." Hunk says looking over his men.
The helicopter slowly lifted off into the
air, Hunk slide his helmet off his head and un-strapped his gas mask. He laid
the two on the fall and looking out over the small town. The other members
laughed, telling their woven tales of the horror they just went through. Hunk
didn't listen, he didn't care. The only thing that was on his mind was that
this was the first mission he returned with surviving team members.
