Well guess it's about time I include that disclaimer thingy. Most of the characters described herein belong to Capcom, Shinji Mikami, and S.D. Perry. Others that you have never heard of have been created during Mountain Dew induced sugar rushes. As always please read and review.
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Oh and on another note you may find several spelling and or grammatical errors. Feel free to insert the appropriate word or phrase and ridicule me for my horrible grammar.
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This can' t be happening…Dwayne thought to himself. He kept telling himself that as he made his way to the main control room, that what was going on really wasn't happening.
"Dr. Johnson, I'm glad you're here. You'd better take a look at this."
Dwayne looked at the security monitor that was put in the Re45's pen area, and was almost sick to his stomach. Two of the Re45's had escaped leaving one dead, apparently dismembered by the other, and two security guards lying in a pool of their own blood.
"How long ago did this happen?" asked Dwayne as he chocked down some bile.
"About seven minutes ago, the Re45 that survived has escaped into the general population." replied the security guard.
"What's the E.T.A on the Umbrella clean up crew and evacuation team?"
"That's the problem, they're not sending one. Umbrella wants this thing to spread like the plague apparently. Anyway what our your orders."
Before he opened his mouth to give his go ahead with the evacuation of the plant, a stroke of genius came over Dwayne. He would give Umbrella what they wanted, he would give them the modern day plague. All he had to do was infect one person, just one, and this whole area would catch. The best part was that his victim was right in front of him.
"Dr. Johnson what should I do?" the guard asked, obviously very nervous about the whole situation.
At that moment Dwayne grabbed the only thing he could think of, the guards coffee mug, and smashed it over the back of his head. With the guard out cold he took a sleek metal case from his back pocket and opened it up. He took out the syringe and filled it with a little of the T-virus and injected the guard. After the deed was done he took the guards unconscious body and dumped it out back, where he was sure to have plenty of human contact once the virus finished incubating.
"And so it begins."
Barry hated planes, always had and always will. He didn't know why but was sure it had to be some psychological thing. He was probably just a little bewildered by what he had just found out, who wouldn't be. He just hoped that when the team got to Chicago that they could make it to Schererville in time.
Tom was beginning to wonder what had happened to Dr. Johnson, he had been gone for quit some time and he already hated his job as David's go-for.
"Tom I need you to run these test results down to lab two, do you think you could do that for me?"
"Sure thing David." he said and secretly hoped that the man would be dead by the time he got back.
Dwayne had done it, he really had done it, and Umbrella was sure to reward him for it.
"But……why stop there", he thought to himself, "if they find out that David is the one who set up the Re45's combat simulation he might get all the credit. He has to be eliminated." So on his way back to the lab he went to his locker and grabbed his small 9mm.
"David would never see it coming, but what about that boy? He'd have to die as well." When he entered the lab he saw that the boy was nowhere to be seen and that David was busy working at his computer.
"David turn around." he said as he pointed the gun at David.
"What is it…oh my god no!" David screamed as Dr. Johnson fired a shot into his chest, knocking David down to the ground.
"Why Doctor…why?" he asked under heavy sighs of pain and death.
"You'd have taken my research, and I won't allow that David. Good-bye David, you were a good boy you know." Dr. Johnson replied as he emptied the rest of the clip into David's chest, leaving a considerable amount of blood on the floor. Now all he had to do was find that boy.
