-Chapter 4-





It took Sandy and Lawrence ten minutes to arrive at the morgue in downtown Alucemet. The brightness of the street lamps and store internal lamps blended together in a blinding array of yellow, blue, red and white light.

When they parked their car in the Visitor's Parking area and got out, they instantly headed towards the front doors to the place where they keep the dead.

The low gray building built of concrete, now aged from years of corrosion and the elements, proudly held the Umbrella Inc. logo near the front door and a gloomy and roughly aged 'Alucemet Morgue' sign, this looked a lot more older than the Umbrella logo, but it was only obvious that the company supported the facility and "donated" a hefty pay every month to keep the sign in perfect condition or to support an underground operation.

Sandy raised her view to the window on the second floor, noticing the figure of a person backing him or herself towards the window. "Lawrence, look!" she pointed, towards the window.

Lawrence looked in the direction his wife was pointing and widened his eyes.

Before they could do anything, gunshots filled their ears; followed by another figure grasping onto the person at the window. The glass of the window shattered, revealing a young woman being attacked by a man. The man was seriously mutilated. It appeared that the attacker's face is literally ripped off, showing traces of facial muscle: most of the skull underneath gleamed in the moonlight and the light from the lamps within the room, making it seem like it were sun bleached to perfect white coloration. The arms were severely mutilated as well; the skin had seemed to have been burned away by some sort of acid or scavenging insects. The lower body was blocked by the young woman's body so the damage could not be determined on the legs or anything.

The young woman on the other hand appeared to be in her late teens, possibly an intern; with (aside from the damage being done by the man) perfect skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight magnificently. Her red-brown hair moved in perfect alignment with her body movements as she struggled to parry the harm done by the man. She pressed the muzzle of her pistol into the man's stomach, and pulled the trigger; she yelled out when the man did not fall.

As the weight of man pressed over her body, her back was pierced by a protruding shard of glass from the window frame. She screamed out in pain and fell back, bringing the man down with her.

The two landed in the bushes below the window, rolling away from the bushes as the young woman struggled to break free from the man's death grip. She kicked up at the man's groin, managing to launch him off of her; the man let out a melancholy groan. She struggled to get back up and succeeded.

The man's legs were just as badly damaged as his arms, he was completely naked; other parts of his body had been mutilated or severed.

The young woman limped towards Sandy and Lawrence.

"Who are.... you?" the young woman struggled to say, effected by the severe pain to her neck, she closed her eyes; "It doesn't really matter to me.... anyway. I'm as good as dead."

"What happened?" Sandy said, putting a hand on the young woman's shoulder, "What's going on?"

"I.... I don't... know. A strange thing just started to happen recently.... I can't explain it..."

"What thing happened?"

The young woman opens her eyes and seemed to glare at her. Behind her, the man got back up, letting out the same melancholy moans and groans as before, limping towards her, moving his mouth hungrily in mindless pursuit towards the intended meal.

As he passed under a street lamp, Sandy could notice that the man's eyes were completely whitened. She tried to yell out a warning for the young woman to look behind her, but the man grabbed the poor girl, and bit into her neck to finish the job. The young woman fell to the ground under the terms of the dead weight of the man and her already weakened condition. "Run! Save.... yourselves...." the young woman screamed to them before she died

Lawrence grabbed Sandy by the arm, "There's nothing we can do for her! Let's get into the car and go home!" he yelled at her

"NO!" she resisted, "I have to see that man you talked to on the phone!"

"That's suicide!"

She ran off towards the front doors of the morgue. He followed her, noticing a car speed out of the underground parking structure and crash into the building across the street as he reached the doors....