Break Out
--------------------------- As always, all of the names affiliated with the Resident Evil franchise belong solely to Capcom. Thanks for the reviews, more welcome!
*note* This chapter has a bit of harsher dialogue in it, but it's still PG- 13. . .I think. ---------------------------
Sherry woke up bathed in dim red light, her head aching slightly. What happened?, she wondered as she slowly tried to stand. Vertigo suddenly overwhelmed her and she staggered towards the bed before collapsing. After about a minute she slowly stood again, this time able to stay on her feet. Those rumbling sounds. . .then the base shook and the lights went out. . .How long was I out?, she suddenly noticed something. The light on her door lock was off. I guess whoever attacked this place destroyed the power. . .I can escape! Sherry quickly rushed to the small dresser and dug through the drab standard issue jump suits that had been issued. At the very bottom, protected and neatly folded was a pink vest. Almost reverently the young woman slipped into the piece of clothing, saying to herself the logo engraved on its back: Let me live. At least the vest fits well. . .Now, if only I had something to defend myself with. . .but they make sure I have nothing in here. She quickly rummaged through her desk, stopping to glance at her diary. Pausing for a moment, she hastily crammed it into one of the inner pockets on the vest. Might as well. . .
A sudden thud against her door made her jump up and futilely hold up a pen to defend her self. Oh God! What if it's a zombie?!, her whole body was ice cold as she slowly turned to the door. The red lights flickered slightly, causing the shadows to ominously saturate every menacing crevice of the room. In the darkness there was a whoosh noise as the door slid open. Wet sounding foot steps lurched toward her, followed by a slight groan.
Oh God. . ., Sherry's throat was bone dry. I'm going to be eaten by a zombie. . .
The figure stopped halfway in the room, as if searching for her location. The lights suddenly regained some power and some of the darkness was lifted. Sherry saw what had come for her. It was far worse than a zombie. She heard the sound of a gun chamber being cocked and saw the murderous look in crazed and sadistic eyes. It was the guard who she had gotten in trouble; the guard who had it in for her from the start. She also realized that half of his face was drenched in blood and that he was limping, ominous stains were spattered across his uniform.
"That's right, you little bitch. You thought I'd forgotten all about you.", he said in a hoarse voice. Sherry slowly stepped back.
"What are you doing?", she said calmly. "You don't want to shoot me."
An crazed and almost hysterical chuckled burst out from the guard. "Like Hell I don't! You've been a real pain in the ass, you ruined everything for me! I figure before I die I'm gonna have a little fun with you.", he suddenly was overcome by an onset of coughs. Sherry thought she saw blood but couldn't be sure in the dim red light.
She slowly tried to back towards the bathroom as dread filled her. "Now why would you want to do that? What happened to this base."
"Shut up!", the disturbed guard screamed at her and re-aimed his weapon. "I should let some monster out there tear you apart, but no way I'm gonna let something else get the satisfaction!"
Sherry's breath caught sharply in her lungs. Monsters?! I hate being right. . .
"Nighty night, little girl." Sherry suddenly dove into the bath room and shut its thin door behind her as bullets riddled the floor and walls where she had just stood.
The guard bellowed in rage and stopped his fire. "That ain't gonna help you. You know there's only one way outta this room, and that's through me!"
Sherry cowered against the cold metal toilet, using her legs to brace the door. The bathroom was pitch black. Maybe he'll die of blood loss first. . ., she thought desperately. The door suddenly jolted and she strained her legs to keep the door from opening. She heard cursing on the other side, when suddenly the roar of gun fire exploded and bullets began to tear through holes through the door, allowing the red light in the main room to create blood red streams. Feeling defeated, Sherry slumped into the shadows as much as she could, trying to condense all of her energy into herself and attempt a surprise tackle. The door opened. She didn't have a chance as he already saw her. The gun aimed. "Claire!", Sherry screamed as a single gun shot echoed off the walls. ----------------------------
This was such a bad idea!, Ada screamed at herself as she ducked behind a bulkhead as stray bullets spattered across the hall. Her disguise long since void, she had tossed the white lab coat and glasses a while ago. Now she was running around in a tight fitting black leather top and pants. A girl's gotta look good., she commented to herself. Glancing over her shoulder she quickly dashed down the corridor to a set of elevators. Of course, neither of the machines were working with the recent bombings, but Ada's goal was the emergency stair case on the side. Her blood suddenly ran cold when she heard a large inhuman bellowing from some where else down the endless hallways. "Great!", she said under her breath. "Umbrella had to go all out! Probably a Tyrant or something. . ." She kicked open the stairs and quickly descended, instinctively flashing her flash light and guide laser to make sure the area was clear.
At the very least, Ada's plan had succeeded, with some minor surprises. She had managed to infiltrate the H.C.F. complex for the most part unnoticed, the security inspectors had been sloppy when examining the cargo. As soon as the trucks had pulled to a stop she had snuck out and pretended to be a wondering scientist before heading towards the lab area. There she left her little present in front of the biological filtration system and then ran for all she was worth. Luckily, there had been no confrontations with Wesker. At precisely thirty minutes later, the viral container opened and caused the whole facility to go into lock down. Blending in with the panicking scientists, she'd quickly made her way to an unused maintenance room to prepare herself for Sherry's rescue. Unfortunately, as soon as she'd locked the door the warning klaxons became even more shrill as it was announced that the facility's security permitter had been breached. Umbrella had arrived early and was bombing the installation. That had gone on for about an hour and then the power had been cut as the generators had been destroyed. Then the actual ground troops began to battle, U.S.F.U. soldiers in their concealing black masks versus the equally intimidating H.C.F. units; at least taking any focus off of Ada. Using the premature diversion as best as she could Ada was now trying to make her way to the prison area. Unfortunately, her task was becoming increasingly hazardous as soon it became evident that human soldiers were only the appetizer in the meal Umbrella had brought. Ada had seen a couple of B.O.W.s engaging the H.C.F. forces and brutally slaughtering them. Some were recognizable, such as Hunter variants, other less so, such as insectoid or even partially cybernetic creatures that were running about. However, to Ada, it was very evident that these killing machines were much more than mindless animals acting on the urge to feed; they seemed to have a purpose in how they attacked.
"I've got to hurry!", she urged herself as she kicked open the door to the prison level. She quickly glanced at her map. "Now where?" She almost didn't see the shadow lunge out at her from the darkness. A shrill scream tore the air around her as the Hunter-Delta leapt at her with all of its reptilian and amphibious fury. Ada wasn't one to be trifled with. With two shots to the head the beast suddenly fell. Although it seemed rather ridiculous Ada smiled at the specialty green bullets in her gun chamber. "Good thing I kept some anti-B.O.W. rounds . . .oh crap!", she stammered as the creature suddenly convulsed and began to show signs of life. Firing another good clip into its hide she quickly resumed running. "Damn, I guess these things don't work as well anymore. . ."
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Sherry didn't blink, her eyes were wide open with shock and absolute terror. The sound of the shot finished ringing off of the pressing walls. The guard looked confused as blood began to run down between his eyes Sherry slowly inched forward, her body blanketed in a cold sweat. There was a dull thud as the guard's body hit the ground, blood beginning to pool around him in a crimson puddle. "What. . .?", she whispered, surprised that she was still some how alive.
"T-thank goodness I stopped him."
Sherry's eyes widened in amazement. It was the Dr. No-Name, the one who seemed to act the most nicely towards her. She suddenly realized that the doctor himself was covered in blood stains and that he was limping slightly, one arm uselessly hung by his side, the other unsteadily holding the pistol he had used to save her. The pale man suddenly keeled forward and slumped to the ground, his eyes were wide open and full of panic and fear.
"Are you all right?!", Sherry quickly ran up to him. She noticed several deep gashes on the man's torso.
"They attacked us!", he said barely above a whisper. "This facility is through. . .oh god. . .if the tanks rupture the B.O.W.'s can get out of stasis. . ." His voice suddenly faded out as he slumped unconscious.
"Wake up!", Sherry said urgently. The man roused.
". . .Birkin. . .prisoner file 88392. . .first name Sherry. . .", he mumbled incoherently. His eyes suddenly cleared and he struggled to get up. "You have to get out of here!", he wheezed.
"Why did you help me?", Sherry said thoughtfully. The man painfully turned towards her.
"Didn't want to let you die. . .saw the guard heading down here. . .followed him. . .", his body suddenly convulsed in pain.
"Who attacked the base?", Sherry said slowly, in her heart hoping that Claire had something to do with it. She was disappointed, although expectant of the injured man's response.
"Umbrella. . .they found this base. . .attacked right after the biohazard warnings caused a lock down on the facility. . .someone must have done it on purpose." He shook his head slowly. "First it was bombings . . .then they sent the B.O.W.s in . . .we weren't prepared. . .our troops were slaughtered in the confusion. . .because of the lock down we couldn't organize our forces. . ."
Sherry bit her lip at the new knowledge. Running from zombies was one thing, trying to escape a full blown B.O.W. was something else. "Great. . .I feel like I've gone from the frying pan and into a food processor. . ." She glanced down at the scientist. "Are you going to be all right?" She knew that she was asking this only as a pleasantry.
The man sadly shook his head. "Too many internal injuries. . .too much blood loss. . .all the medical facilities are probably off line anyway. . ." He quickly dug a shaky hand into his pocket and pulled out a shiny plastic card. "Here. . .take this. . .it's a master key card. . .you should be able to over ride any locks with this." Sherry quickly put it into her pocket. The scientist rummaged around some more and pulled out what looked like a PDA from his bloodied shirt pocket.
"It's a map of the facility. . .the path to the outside is marked in green. . .you can try and escape into the hangar area. . .there's some vehicles that may still be functional." He suddenly grasped Sherry's hand and roughly put the pistol in her grip. "You'll need this. . ."
"But I don't know how. . .", she shook her head.
"You'll need it.", the doctor said hoarsely. Sherry silently tucked the gun into her belt.
"Thank you. . .", she said awkwardly. "For all those times you were nice to me. . .
The man smiled slightly. "It was no problem. . I'm sorry that you had to be a prisoner here. . ." He closed his eyes and slowly lay against the wall. "Be careful Sherry. . .he's still down here in the facilitiy somewhere. . ."
"Wesker. . .", she said. He nodded. "I'll be careful. . .I don't even know what your name is. . .", Sherry said with a lump in her throat. For some reason she felt immensely sad as the young doctor's breathing began to become more shallow.
His breath was almost none existent now. "Sam. . Sam Alderman . . ."
Sherry slowly leaned forward and kissed his forehead. "Thank you, Sam. . .", she said slowly as tears ran down her cheek. She trembled slightly as she saw that his chest was barely moving now. "Good bye. . .", she whispered as his chest became completely still. Sitting in the red darkness Sherry sat unmoving in front of her rescuers unmoving body. After a couple of minutes she finally stood up and folded Sam's hands over his chest and gently lay his body down into a slumbering position. Walking to the door and stopping at the threshold into the dark corridor, she made a vow to herself.
"I'm going to get out of here." ----------------------------------------
--------------------------- As always, all of the names affiliated with the Resident Evil franchise belong solely to Capcom. Thanks for the reviews, more welcome!
*note* This chapter has a bit of harsher dialogue in it, but it's still PG- 13. . .I think. ---------------------------
Sherry woke up bathed in dim red light, her head aching slightly. What happened?, she wondered as she slowly tried to stand. Vertigo suddenly overwhelmed her and she staggered towards the bed before collapsing. After about a minute she slowly stood again, this time able to stay on her feet. Those rumbling sounds. . .then the base shook and the lights went out. . .How long was I out?, she suddenly noticed something. The light on her door lock was off. I guess whoever attacked this place destroyed the power. . .I can escape! Sherry quickly rushed to the small dresser and dug through the drab standard issue jump suits that had been issued. At the very bottom, protected and neatly folded was a pink vest. Almost reverently the young woman slipped into the piece of clothing, saying to herself the logo engraved on its back: Let me live. At least the vest fits well. . .Now, if only I had something to defend myself with. . .but they make sure I have nothing in here. She quickly rummaged through her desk, stopping to glance at her diary. Pausing for a moment, she hastily crammed it into one of the inner pockets on the vest. Might as well. . .
A sudden thud against her door made her jump up and futilely hold up a pen to defend her self. Oh God! What if it's a zombie?!, her whole body was ice cold as she slowly turned to the door. The red lights flickered slightly, causing the shadows to ominously saturate every menacing crevice of the room. In the darkness there was a whoosh noise as the door slid open. Wet sounding foot steps lurched toward her, followed by a slight groan.
Oh God. . ., Sherry's throat was bone dry. I'm going to be eaten by a zombie. . .
The figure stopped halfway in the room, as if searching for her location. The lights suddenly regained some power and some of the darkness was lifted. Sherry saw what had come for her. It was far worse than a zombie. She heard the sound of a gun chamber being cocked and saw the murderous look in crazed and sadistic eyes. It was the guard who she had gotten in trouble; the guard who had it in for her from the start. She also realized that half of his face was drenched in blood and that he was limping, ominous stains were spattered across his uniform.
"That's right, you little bitch. You thought I'd forgotten all about you.", he said in a hoarse voice. Sherry slowly stepped back.
"What are you doing?", she said calmly. "You don't want to shoot me."
An crazed and almost hysterical chuckled burst out from the guard. "Like Hell I don't! You've been a real pain in the ass, you ruined everything for me! I figure before I die I'm gonna have a little fun with you.", he suddenly was overcome by an onset of coughs. Sherry thought she saw blood but couldn't be sure in the dim red light.
She slowly tried to back towards the bathroom as dread filled her. "Now why would you want to do that? What happened to this base."
"Shut up!", the disturbed guard screamed at her and re-aimed his weapon. "I should let some monster out there tear you apart, but no way I'm gonna let something else get the satisfaction!"
Sherry's breath caught sharply in her lungs. Monsters?! I hate being right. . .
"Nighty night, little girl." Sherry suddenly dove into the bath room and shut its thin door behind her as bullets riddled the floor and walls where she had just stood.
The guard bellowed in rage and stopped his fire. "That ain't gonna help you. You know there's only one way outta this room, and that's through me!"
Sherry cowered against the cold metal toilet, using her legs to brace the door. The bathroom was pitch black. Maybe he'll die of blood loss first. . ., she thought desperately. The door suddenly jolted and she strained her legs to keep the door from opening. She heard cursing on the other side, when suddenly the roar of gun fire exploded and bullets began to tear through holes through the door, allowing the red light in the main room to create blood red streams. Feeling defeated, Sherry slumped into the shadows as much as she could, trying to condense all of her energy into herself and attempt a surprise tackle. The door opened. She didn't have a chance as he already saw her. The gun aimed. "Claire!", Sherry screamed as a single gun shot echoed off the walls. ----------------------------
This was such a bad idea!, Ada screamed at herself as she ducked behind a bulkhead as stray bullets spattered across the hall. Her disguise long since void, she had tossed the white lab coat and glasses a while ago. Now she was running around in a tight fitting black leather top and pants. A girl's gotta look good., she commented to herself. Glancing over her shoulder she quickly dashed down the corridor to a set of elevators. Of course, neither of the machines were working with the recent bombings, but Ada's goal was the emergency stair case on the side. Her blood suddenly ran cold when she heard a large inhuman bellowing from some where else down the endless hallways. "Great!", she said under her breath. "Umbrella had to go all out! Probably a Tyrant or something. . ." She kicked open the stairs and quickly descended, instinctively flashing her flash light and guide laser to make sure the area was clear.
At the very least, Ada's plan had succeeded, with some minor surprises. She had managed to infiltrate the H.C.F. complex for the most part unnoticed, the security inspectors had been sloppy when examining the cargo. As soon as the trucks had pulled to a stop she had snuck out and pretended to be a wondering scientist before heading towards the lab area. There she left her little present in front of the biological filtration system and then ran for all she was worth. Luckily, there had been no confrontations with Wesker. At precisely thirty minutes later, the viral container opened and caused the whole facility to go into lock down. Blending in with the panicking scientists, she'd quickly made her way to an unused maintenance room to prepare herself for Sherry's rescue. Unfortunately, as soon as she'd locked the door the warning klaxons became even more shrill as it was announced that the facility's security permitter had been breached. Umbrella had arrived early and was bombing the installation. That had gone on for about an hour and then the power had been cut as the generators had been destroyed. Then the actual ground troops began to battle, U.S.F.U. soldiers in their concealing black masks versus the equally intimidating H.C.F. units; at least taking any focus off of Ada. Using the premature diversion as best as she could Ada was now trying to make her way to the prison area. Unfortunately, her task was becoming increasingly hazardous as soon it became evident that human soldiers were only the appetizer in the meal Umbrella had brought. Ada had seen a couple of B.O.W.s engaging the H.C.F. forces and brutally slaughtering them. Some were recognizable, such as Hunter variants, other less so, such as insectoid or even partially cybernetic creatures that were running about. However, to Ada, it was very evident that these killing machines were much more than mindless animals acting on the urge to feed; they seemed to have a purpose in how they attacked.
"I've got to hurry!", she urged herself as she kicked open the door to the prison level. She quickly glanced at her map. "Now where?" She almost didn't see the shadow lunge out at her from the darkness. A shrill scream tore the air around her as the Hunter-Delta leapt at her with all of its reptilian and amphibious fury. Ada wasn't one to be trifled with. With two shots to the head the beast suddenly fell. Although it seemed rather ridiculous Ada smiled at the specialty green bullets in her gun chamber. "Good thing I kept some anti-B.O.W. rounds . . .oh crap!", she stammered as the creature suddenly convulsed and began to show signs of life. Firing another good clip into its hide she quickly resumed running. "Damn, I guess these things don't work as well anymore. . ."
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Sherry didn't blink, her eyes were wide open with shock and absolute terror. The sound of the shot finished ringing off of the pressing walls. The guard looked confused as blood began to run down between his eyes Sherry slowly inched forward, her body blanketed in a cold sweat. There was a dull thud as the guard's body hit the ground, blood beginning to pool around him in a crimson puddle. "What. . .?", she whispered, surprised that she was still some how alive.
"T-thank goodness I stopped him."
Sherry's eyes widened in amazement. It was the Dr. No-Name, the one who seemed to act the most nicely towards her. She suddenly realized that the doctor himself was covered in blood stains and that he was limping slightly, one arm uselessly hung by his side, the other unsteadily holding the pistol he had used to save her. The pale man suddenly keeled forward and slumped to the ground, his eyes were wide open and full of panic and fear.
"Are you all right?!", Sherry quickly ran up to him. She noticed several deep gashes on the man's torso.
"They attacked us!", he said barely above a whisper. "This facility is through. . .oh god. . .if the tanks rupture the B.O.W.'s can get out of stasis. . ." His voice suddenly faded out as he slumped unconscious.
"Wake up!", Sherry said urgently. The man roused.
". . .Birkin. . .prisoner file 88392. . .first name Sherry. . .", he mumbled incoherently. His eyes suddenly cleared and he struggled to get up. "You have to get out of here!", he wheezed.
"Why did you help me?", Sherry said thoughtfully. The man painfully turned towards her.
"Didn't want to let you die. . .saw the guard heading down here. . .followed him. . .", his body suddenly convulsed in pain.
"Who attacked the base?", Sherry said slowly, in her heart hoping that Claire had something to do with it. She was disappointed, although expectant of the injured man's response.
"Umbrella. . .they found this base. . .attacked right after the biohazard warnings caused a lock down on the facility. . .someone must have done it on purpose." He shook his head slowly. "First it was bombings . . .then they sent the B.O.W.s in . . .we weren't prepared. . .our troops were slaughtered in the confusion. . .because of the lock down we couldn't organize our forces. . ."
Sherry bit her lip at the new knowledge. Running from zombies was one thing, trying to escape a full blown B.O.W. was something else. "Great. . .I feel like I've gone from the frying pan and into a food processor. . ." She glanced down at the scientist. "Are you going to be all right?" She knew that she was asking this only as a pleasantry.
The man sadly shook his head. "Too many internal injuries. . .too much blood loss. . .all the medical facilities are probably off line anyway. . ." He quickly dug a shaky hand into his pocket and pulled out a shiny plastic card. "Here. . .take this. . .it's a master key card. . .you should be able to over ride any locks with this." Sherry quickly put it into her pocket. The scientist rummaged around some more and pulled out what looked like a PDA from his bloodied shirt pocket.
"It's a map of the facility. . .the path to the outside is marked in green. . .you can try and escape into the hangar area. . .there's some vehicles that may still be functional." He suddenly grasped Sherry's hand and roughly put the pistol in her grip. "You'll need this. . ."
"But I don't know how. . .", she shook her head.
"You'll need it.", the doctor said hoarsely. Sherry silently tucked the gun into her belt.
"Thank you. . .", she said awkwardly. "For all those times you were nice to me. . .
The man smiled slightly. "It was no problem. . I'm sorry that you had to be a prisoner here. . ." He closed his eyes and slowly lay against the wall. "Be careful Sherry. . .he's still down here in the facilitiy somewhere. . ."
"Wesker. . .", she said. He nodded. "I'll be careful. . .I don't even know what your name is. . .", Sherry said with a lump in her throat. For some reason she felt immensely sad as the young doctor's breathing began to become more shallow.
His breath was almost none existent now. "Sam. . Sam Alderman . . ."
Sherry slowly leaned forward and kissed his forehead. "Thank you, Sam. . .", she said slowly as tears ran down her cheek. She trembled slightly as she saw that his chest was barely moving now. "Good bye. . .", she whispered as his chest became completely still. Sitting in the red darkness Sherry sat unmoving in front of her rescuers unmoving body. After a couple of minutes she finally stood up and folded Sam's hands over his chest and gently lay his body down into a slumbering position. Walking to the door and stopping at the threshold into the dark corridor, she made a vow to herself.
"I'm going to get out of here." ----------------------------------------