-Chapter 16-





"Don't take another step!" Razor yelled out with the handgun held tightly in his hands with outstretched arms as the three figures entered through the lobby doors, "Who are you?!" he stood up from his position next to Kat, "What is your business here?!"

A female figure stepped forward, "Don't shoot!" she pointed her own handgun at him; "We're still living breathing humans."

He sighed in relief, "Come closer."

"Why can't you come over here?"

"My friend was knocked unconscious; I must protect her until she wakes up." He kneeled down, resting Kat's head in his arms.

The people stepped closer; a blond person kneeled next to Razor, eyeing Kat carefully.

"Hmm...." says the blond while he felt the back of her head, ".... her head damage is not very serious, nothing bad enough that'll be causing brain damage. But we have to bring her somewhere safer than this lobby in the building." He looked to the left side, noticing a doorway with double heavy looking steel doors. He looked to the second floor, seeing a single steel door, "Let's start looking in that door to the left on this floor first. I don't know what's beyond that door, but I have been to the right side. And I don't recall seeing any Infirmaries there."

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Disgusted in himself, Mike downed the last piece of the internal organs and upper body muscle from off of his used to be friend in life, Sam.

I can't believe I what just did... He thought to himself as he slipped the last bit of Sam's lung down his throat, So hungry that I had to resort to cannibalism just to satisfy this abnormal hunger. He looked down at what's left of Sam's corpse, Sorry Sam... You could've lived out a long life if it wasn't for me. Not saying that I liked you or anything. All I'm thinking is that I cut you down right as your life was starting.... for that, I am truly sorry for killing you.

He stood up only to feel another burning within his body, not another hunger pain but a reaction from his body to the nourishment he had supplied it with. Change surged through his body's genetic material, DNA coding was drastically changed, and he felt a wave of warmth then numbing coldness.

He growled in pain as he felt his head being dislocated from his neck and pulled down to the left side of his upper chest. He lost consciousness for three minutes but strangely was able to feel as if he was awake and aware of his body's changes during those three minutes. From an area on his upper back he felt himself growing another skull, this one was not human; the head moved itself into position to replace the one he had ever since he was born with a newer, stronger, and more muscular neck; he yelled out in agony with his new head as he felt his original skull shatter into thousands of pieces, causing his old brain to be flattened and formed into another one as he actually felt the thinking organ make its way up to his head through his chest and into his back stopping when it slid through his neck and into position.

He felt light-headed, woozy, disoriented, and confused; stumbling in a pathetic attempt to keep his balance as he felt his shoulders broaden and legs enlarge, he felt his toes break and he fell to the ground. The bones of his human toes seemed to disappear and be replaced by three medium sized toes with long razor sharp talons at their ends. He felt his left, human, hand change as well; lengthening and growing claws that are shorter than his right hand's.

"....KAT......" he growled in anger with a voice that would probably fit a demon of Hell; deep, rumbling, still raspy, full of dark rage and hatred, "......KAT......" he repeated with even more of a tone of dark hatred. "....... KILL......" he formed three and only three words with a deep enmity behind the words, "KILL....... KAT.......!!!!! .....KILL........ UMBRELLA...... KILL KAT..... KILL....... KILL....... KILL...... KILL...."

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Kat woke up from her state of unconsciousness, finding herself on a cushioned bed, finding her gun resting on a table beside her she reached for it; sitting up afterwards. She checked the magazine, finding it fully loaded. She rubbed the back of her head painfully.

"Ugh.... What happened...?" she said to herself.

"You were knocked unconscious, Kat." she heard Razor's voice call to her from the shadows, "We.... Three other people and myself.... brought you here."

"Are we alone?" she asked, still rubbing her head.

"Yes." he replied

"I've been meaning to tell you something for a while, Razor." she said quietly, "I just never got a chance to tell you before..."

"What is it?"

"It's about Mike's death...."

"What about it?"

"I knew it was going to take place.... I knew that the S.U.V. was going to hit him in that 'accident' on purpose...... I knew...."

"But.... how?"

"You see..... I am not an actual student at the school.... I was sent here by Umbrella to watch over Mike until his untimely death..... I knew that he was going to come back..... Razor, I knew everything about him..... His childhood, past hometowns, past friends, every event that happened to him throughout his life...... I knew that he was going to become the thing at the school that killed all those people.... I didn't know how he was going to act after his death, though...."

Razor approached her, grabbed both of her shoulders firmly, kept a tight grip on her shoulders, he looked fiercely into her eyes. "You mean to tell me that you knew that he was going to fuckin' die and come back?! Who the hell are you really?!"

"My name is really Kat. I'm so sorry, Razor Osaka, to pull you into all of this.... I really am. I didn't want to involve you in any of these dark matters, honestly. It's just that you weren't supposed to come to my side when he died!! I told you that nothing was wrong so that you would back off but you wouldn't get the point!!"

"Then what the fuck are you supposed to do then, huh?! Anticipate his death and report to whoever the hell your higher ups are?!"

"I.... was sent here to obtain a sample from his body. Along with a clean copy of a chemical that this lab contains somewhere... along with it's files!" she held her gun in front of her, again resting the muzzle on Razor's forehead, keeping her trigger finger slightly resting on the trigger, a hard and serious expression molded her face into an ugly mask of hatred, "If you say anything about this to those people or Vash, I swear to God that I'll make you pay seriously! Keep your mouth shut and either go out to the zombie infested streets or try and face that man and die trying. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

"Y-yeah K-Kat.... c-crystal clear."

"Good..." she put the pistol down into her side pack, stood up, and walked out the door.