Chapter 31

"Razor," Kat said, leaning against the wall, wincing in pain from her ankle, "make yourself useful."

"What did you just say?" Razor said, semi surprised that she told his to do something, "Care to repeat that?"

"Yes," she replied harshly, "I told you to make yourself useful."

"Why me?" he remarked, "Just because I'm a civilian and expendable? Fuck you!"

"Razor…" Vash started but Kat cut him off

"You know I can't do something right now because of this damn twisted ankle, and Vash has already taken a beating from you. Now judging that you are, surprisingly, the only one unscathed out of the three of us; then I'd have to say that you are the best person to do something right now…"

"Okay, okay!" Razor yelled, "I get it. What do you want me to do?"

"Glad you decided to think of the team besides yourself for once. I want you to search around for any equipment…. bombs, shotguns, handguns… hell, even a knife will do… that will enable us to survive."

"You want me to be a human armory?"

"Basically, yes."

"…. Alright…. I guess…"

"Good, now go." She lowered her head, "Just… don't die."

"C'mon Kat, don't have such little faith in me. I can pull through. Hell, if Mike were still alive he would probably say something like eh…. 'Come on Kat. Don't be so pessimistic about the odds against us. If things keep going like this, chances are one-in-ten that we will survive, so don't give up hope yet!!'"

"Razor…"

"Yes?"

"That's not funny." She said darkly, "I don't want you to ever bring up Mike's name, or anything you think that he'd say, in front of me ever again. I still feel bad for what I have done to him."

"Stop blaming yourself for his death." He said with annoyance in his voice, "Mike was full of pain and agony I think. I think he would've wanted to die…"

"So you think it better for him to be that thing whose sole purpose is to kill nonstop?"

"No…. I just…"

"We'll never know what he was truly like before Umbrella got to him six and a half years ago now! We don't know if he was potentially harmless, extremely intelligent or just unlucky to be subject to the Chimera Project! And do you know why?! Well, do you?!!!"

"Kat!  Relax!"

"Don't order me around!"

"I'm not trying to order you."

"So what do you want then?" she narrowed her eyes at him, "Oh I see, you're trying to be nice to me, right?  I know what you're up to. You're only after one thing."

"No, that's not true at all."

"You don't have to lie.  Go ahead and say it." she began to kneel on the ground. "You only care about yourself anyway."

"Kat..."

Razor put his hand on her shoulder.

"Don't touch me!! You make me sick!" she gestured towards the door, "Go on, get out and get those weapons."

"Tch, fine then." He glanced at Vash, "Make sure to get the hell out when I radio you, all right?"

Vash nodded, "Yeah sure."

"See you around then." He walked to the door, opened it and walked out, "Bitch…. I hope you die."

He wandered around the lab for a while, but he couldn't find anything that would be of any use, "Why bother?" he said glumly to himself, "Kat's a double crossing bitch who still loves a dead person now turned monster. And Vash is a member of S.T.A.R.S…. just like that Grant guy." He stopped for a moment, "Hmm… If I can find anything that looks like its pricey then I can sell it off to the highest bidder. Yeah, that's what I'll do. After I get some cool stuff, I can get out here. I'm sure there is an emergency staircase if the elevator is a total bust."

The sound of talons tapping on the hard tile floor caught his attention, "What's that…?" He equipped his handgun and slowly moved towards where the sound was coming from, he stopped when he saw what it was.

It was Mike or what he had degenerated into; Razor could tell it was him by noticing a long scar running down his back and side as well as a cut in his stomach. "He doesn't look so dangerous now."

It was true; Mike was just roaming the hallway searching for something or someone, his transformed face had no signs of hostility, just normal. He looked relatively harmless now compared to how he had looked like before.

Razor held his breath though as he approached the monster that used to be his friend, but gasped as he turned his full attention to him.

It turned its full attention to the human with the long red hair that jutted out behind his head like a group of spikes and narrowed its eyes, letting out a low warning growl.

He stood staring at the creature, amazed by the powerful muscle structure and design of the potentially deadly monster. But all amazement ended when its arm lashed out at him and back handed him to the wall opposite of them, knocking him down and leaving five fine scratches on his face but nothing too serious. He fell to the tile floor and hurt his tailbone, knocking the wind out of him.

He heard the shrill cry of personal triumph from the monster. Its head lowered, ready for attack, and for a moment Razor was able to have a glimpse of its terrible two inch long hooked teeth. He started to scoot backwards, but it was too fast for him. It grabbed him by the ankle, drove a hidden claw that rested within its palm into the bone, shattering it completely. He frantically kicked out with his free leg, putting all power he could summon into the blow, and connected solidly with its head. The thing shrieked, apparently not it pain more so than anger. In response, it held onto his mid section with one clawed hand and with its hand which it was using to hold him wrenched his left leg so hard that it was actually ripped right out of the socket and completely off, leaving him with a stump of a leg. He screamed out in pain as he felt the muscles, arteries, veins, and bone separated from their place.

He began to feel weak and lightheaded, but he was taken over by an overwhelming scream coming from himself as the pain increased. He noticed the thing start to walk away from him, but heard the soft moan of a female zombie. He stared at it and saw that it was Sarah. He also noticed that some other zombies where accompanying her, their cataract whitened eyes showed nothing of comfort to him as he realized it was the end as he began to be rendered unconscious from the blood loss, and the last thing he saw was Sarah's mutilated face lowering down to his as she began to eat his flesh.