Chapter 6
The door to the weapons locker had a card reader beside the frame, but the thick metal door was still open. A good thing, since the card key went missing a couple of hours ago. In the confusion of the surprise zombie attack, the card could be anywhere in the station.
Scully walked into the dank room, thinking that she would be lucky to find even a single round among the rooms clutter.
A closer inspection revealed a few boxes of magnum bullets on a shelf to the right. Her eyes searched the small room, coming to rest on a set of silver lockers in the back. All were locked except one.
Inside, she saw a small, greenish metal box. "Finally, some luck." She thought, grabbing them and emptying the shotgun rounds into her side packs.
A sound from out in the hall broke the dead silence of the basement. Scully quickly turned and drew her gun.
Quiet for a second, and than she heard it again. Clicks- like sharp claws on wood. A low, raspy breathing followed. Suddenly, something jumped through the open door and landed not ten feet in front of her.
It was like something from a horror movie. Long limbed, crawling on all fours-with the vague form of a man. But it was inside out; the gray-white brain exposed, slick and shiny in the flickering florescent light.
It opened its wide jaws, giving Scully a glimpse of sharp, serrated teeth. Drooling heavily, it's thin red tongue snaked out-and out, uncoiling to at least five feet.
Scully quickly aimed and pulled the trigger. Nothing, it was empty.
The thing jumped at her and Scully dived out of the way. Landing hard on her shoulder, she managed to roll with it and get back on her feet. Immediately, her frantic hands reached into the side pack, grabbing a handful of bullets.
The things talons sliced the air where she had been moments ago, it's tongue stabbing through the metal locker like it was butter.
"Oh Jesus..." Scully thought, trying to force the bullets into the chamber faster. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw it turn. It's small, black eyes watched her, and Scully knew that she wouldn't be able to dodge it again. She was going to die.
"So do you live in Raccoon City?" Mulder asked, trying his best to not stare at her nylon clad legs.
Ada shook her head. "I'm hear to find my boyfriend, John."
"Oh." Mulder said flatly, leaning back in his chair a little. "Well I hope you find him."
She smiled faintly and took off her red, flat heeled shoes. They matched her short dress. "My feet are killing me. I wanted to look nice when I went out for dinner, but if I knew I'd be dodging zombies later, I definitely would've opted for something more casual."
Mulder was about to say something when they were interrupted by Chief Irons. "I hate to cut in on your little chat, but we're moving to the parking garage."
Before Mulder could object, he walked off. The rest of the civilians were being led out of the main hall, guarded by about a dozen cops.
"Ok, Ada." Mulder said, turning back to her. "Stay close and I..." He stopped. Ada was gone.