-Chapter 6-
Four days had
passed since the incident at Alucemet Morgue. As a "safety measure"
the morgue was closed until further notice. Unknown to the citizens, a full
inspection and quarantine by Umbrella retrievers came to pass.
The quarantine
happens at midnight of the forth day after
the incident. The retrievers, only being specimens created in the underground
labs for the sole purpose to carry out their tasks without question, sacrificed
themselves by detonating several bombs implanted within their bodies; causing
the building to be blown up as a best course of action for the city's sake.
Unknown to city officials and Umbrella, deep underground in the
bottom basement floors of the morgue, the explosion that was the direct result
of demolition had damaged a wall that was structured to be intentionally weak
due to shoddy construction, caused a crack to form, this crack unintentionally
allowed access to an escape for one certain individual who limped nude out into
the hidden emergency elevator behind the wall. Who then, in turn made his way
to the only place of safety that he could picture within the faint and foggy
memory he had left…
He moaned painfully as he shuffled weakly through the sewers, he was confused, disoriented, and scared. Scared of why he was so disoriented, scared that he was alone and cold. He tried to bring up any memory from within his muddy thoughts but he quickly lost his concentration. His vision became blurry…
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"Man...."
said Razor to Vash and Sam at the lunch table at Alucemet High School, ".... It's
already been ten days since Mike's death. It just seems so different somehow
without him." It had been ten days since the sudden death outside of the
school.
"You mean
without his overly serious jerk attitude?" Sam said in a tone of relief,
his arm in a sling "The bastard broke my arm."
"You had
it comin'."
"I'm
serious, Razor. He was always so down and sometimes threatened to even kill
me."
"Well,"
Vash said, "You did piss him off most of the time."
"It was
his own fault that he was like that."
"On that
day..." Razor said, "He seemed different in a strange way."
"Strange?
That wasn't normal behavior for him?"
"Yeah, he
seemed to be changing somehow."
"Well,
what I say is good riddance!"
"He's
right, Sam." Vash cut in, "He looked as though he would kill someone,
and I can't explain it."
"Well, he
was always weird anyway."
"Huh?"
"Think
about it for a minute. Have you ever seen a seventeen year old with silver hair
and red eyes? On top of that, his pupils weren't normal. They were
reptile-like."
"Excuse
me, Razor." Kat said from behind him.
He turned
around to face her, "Yes, Kat?"
"Can I
talk to you for a minute?"
"Sure."
he turned towards Vash and Sam, "See you guys later."
He stood up
and picked up his backpack, following Kat to a spot away from the other people
"So,"
he started, "what's up?"
"I don't
know if I'm just being overcome by despair or anything like that, but I feel as
though something's not quite right. It's strange..." she said, "I
just can't explain what this is that I feel, but it's an uneasy feeling."
"You're
just still shaken up by Mike's death." he assured her.
"Maybe
you're right...."