-Chapter 14-








"Another city infected with zombies..." Claire said softly as she sat in the passenger seat of Chris's jeep watching the road, cautious of any zombie activity "When will it end....?" She held her handgun protectively, "Why won't Umbrella stop? All they cause is nothing but pain..."

"Well, Claire." replied Chris, "Umbrella doesn't want to stop... no matter how much we actually try to bring them down, they always come back in any possible way, shape or form. We've just gotta keep trying."

"I know, Chris..." she sighed, "It's just that.... ever since I tried to find you back in Raccoon City.... my life has been threatened, I feel as though it's all my fault for everything happening around me."

He put all driving control to his left hand and put his right on her left shoulder, massaging it a little, "Don't say that. It's not your fault, just unfortunate coincidences." he said sympathetically, "I'm sure the other members of S.T.A.R.S. and A.U.F. are having an equally hard time like we are, just don't feel so discouraged, all right?"

"Thank you, Chris."

He grinned, his cell phone rang, causing him to take his hand off of his sister's shoulder and pick up the phone, pushing the button labeled Talk. "Yeah?" he spoke into the receiver, "Oh hey, Jill."

His voice faded off in her ears, Great.... she thought to herself, its Jill Valentine, fellow member of S.T.A.R.S. Oh well.... She decided that some sleep would do her some good, seeing that sleep deprivation has taken an ugly effect to her normally beautiful complexion; she slowly drifted off to sleep, lulled by the gentle hum of the asphalt under the tires of the jeep.


Her dream was dark and full of the horrific monotonous moans and groans of the undead that she had experienced for nearly five years, blasted by strange thunder that illuminated the frightful details in a landscape that was familiar, yet unfamiliar at the same time; inhabited by the dark forms of the Umbrella created virus monsters along with an unseen but fearful creature that stalked her through the shadows, where all was vast and lonely. It was- yet was not- a combination of the places she had been when in the first four months of her frightful adventures in the realm of Umbrella, the nightmarish grounds of Raccoon City: the RPD Precinct, the Raccoon City sewers, the underground labs of Raccoon City. Even the places she had been when she met Steve: the dank and grim battleground which was the Rockfort Island Umbrella Prison Camp which was ran by that obsessive and feminine man, Alfred Ashford; along with Antarctica. These places were transfused together in a fashion that would only be possible in nightmares of a person who had experienced true terror up close.

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Razor parked the car in front of the Tnadiug building at two-twenty five in the afternoon. Ominous storm clouds formed over the city, blanketing it in nearly complete darkness. "Strange weather..." Razor commented as rain poured from the sky above. Kat opened her door and got out, taking a side pack from out of her black bag and put three clips for her handgun in the pack. She rummaged around in her jacket which lay on her seat, taking out five more clips and a weird container; after placing those in the side pack, she zipped the pack up and walked towards the front door.

The Tnadiug building was a four storied, glass-walled building, stylish yet odd shaped in design with eight inwardly curved sides that were of equal length with skillfully crafted and polished marble and tile trimming surrounding a heavy looking glass double door with ornate brass decorations of the Umbrella logo which lead to the front lobby. The parking lot was divided into sections by planters with many exotic plants. Various kinds of shrubbery lined the perimeter of the building.

She peered through the glass into a light-less front hall with a welcoming center staircase which split in opposite sides leading up. She strained her eyes, managing to see a single door to the left and two sets of doors to the right, a marble reception desk lay to the left of the stair case.

Razor got out of car, followed by Vash. "Kat!" he yelled out.

She rolled her eyes and turned around, "What?" she replied impatiently.

"Wait up before you enter."

"Then hurry up!" she gritted her teeth at him. She turned around and opened the door slightly, then pushed it open all the way, entered and slammed the door behind her.

"Wait!" he ran after her, Vash followed, "What is up with her today?"

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"K-Kat....." Mike said with a tone of sadness in his altered voice as it started to rain, still on his hands and knees with his head down facing the ground "Why..... Do you.... have to.... reject me...?" Tears stung his eyes again, he closed them.

"What am I...? Why... do I.... have to be.... this way....?" He glanced at Sam's body, feeling a deep sickening feeling fill his stomach. I killed him... he thought to himself, disgusted at his own actions,.... was it on purpose or a subconcious part of me that I don't want to submit to. I don't want this to be me! I want myself back!

He felt a deep burning feeling, as if a fire was started within his body.

".... Hungry..." he said, glancing at Sam's body again.

No! I can't give in to that sickening urge!

He heard a low and mournful cry full of pain emerge from his mouth.

This.... insane hunger.... I can't... resist it! God help me!!!

He reached towards Sam's corpse with his mutated right arm, skewered the body, and pulled it towards him. He lowered his head to his deceased ex-friend's corpse, bit into the open soft red wound at the collar bone, ripped off the rib cage and buried his human-like hand into the chest cavity, reaching for a first part of his hellish meal.