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Biohazard: The New Nightmare
Chapter 7: Love's great perils
Rebecca sat in the recovery room in the station. She was still crying her heart out. Chris had come in to talk to her again but it had done no good. Nothing would do any good anymore. She had lost the only thing that she loved the most and it would never be able to be replaced.
"Why did this have to happen?" She said to herself between sobs as she lay on the couch that not 24 hours ago she had realized that she loved that person more than life.
Jill walked into the room but she seemed to hold her head lower than usual. She sat down in the chair across from the couch. Jill was good at taking things in just from looking at them and she was worried about what Rebecca might do in her time of pain. She took in the way that Rebecca seemed to almost cling to the couch that she and Mark had sat on. As though she was trying to bring back a piece of him through it.
"Rebecca I know what you're going through and I know that it hurts a lot. But, Mark wouldn't want you to be acting like this. He would want you to live and be strong to get out of this city." Jill looked at Rebecca solemnly. She knew that this incident was going to hurt Rebecca more than anything ever could but she hadn't counted on it affecting her too. Even though she hadn't had time to know Mark very well she knew that he was a very good person and she actually felt a bit of attraction to him. The fact that he was gone for good solidified that she would never be able to tell him that.
"Shut up!" Rebecca suddenly snapped, "You don't have a clue what I'm going through! Not a clue!" She yelled holding one of the couches arm pillows between her arms. "You'll never understand..." her voice began to crack as she went on. "I loved him more than anything. He was the only one that treated me like I was the best thing that had ever happened to him and now...now" She couldn't finish the sentence as another wave of pain and sadness swept over her and she once again went back to sobbing loudly into the pillow she held.
Jill continued to look at Rebecca for a second. She had never seen the young woman so upset. Not even during the mansion incident had she been so hurt and afraid. Jill sat next to her on the couch and put a hand on her shoulder, not trusting herself to say anything afraid that, she too, would break out in tears. Rebecca let go of the pillow and clung to Jill sobbing into her shoulder.
* * *
Chris was sitting in another room of the police station. Things were taking a turn for the worse and he knew it. Losing a friend was always the worst things that could happen during these kinds of things. He, as well, didn't know Mark very well. He had never really known anything at all about the guy and he couldn't understand Rebecca's attraction to him at all.
Nevertheless they all had to get out of this city before the last safe spots were taken over by zombies. These safe spots were becoming harder and harder to find and even then some danger was still a possibility. He looked at the ceiling and then decided he had better talk to Rebecca and tell her that they had to get out of here in a couple of days. He knew she wouldn't take it well.
* * *
Mark walked through the streets as fast as he could. The pain in his ribs had started to subside do to the fact that he hadn't stopped moving since he got out of the dump.
Luckily, he still had the desert eagle. Without it he was completely unarmed and wouldn't be able to have survived as long as he had. He had run into a few zombies but dispatched them without too much trouble. He remembered where the station was and promised himself that he would get there no matter what he came across. Unfortunately for him the one thing he did come across was the thing Jill had seen earlier.
Mark's eyes widened as the creature burst from the ground in front of him and took a quick slash at him. He took some steps back and fired the strong magnum at the beast. Although the shots did slow it down the creature wasn't anywhere from being dead.
It made another quick lunge at him but he managed to dodge its claws once again. He took another couple shots with the gun and this time managed to make the thing drop to the ground. He decided to conserve ammo and continue on his way. He was close to the station and could make it if he kept moving fast enough.
* * *
Chris was combing the streets. He couldn't stand to see Rebecca the way she was anymore. He had a gut feeling that Mark was gone and that he wasn't coming back but maybe Rebecca was right. Maybe, somehow, he managed to survive the blast. He decided to head back towards the scrap yard in a cruiser.
He looked around the streets on the way there. After about 20 minutes he noticed a man on the side of the street. He had messy dark brown hair and looked a lot like Mark did.
"No way." Chris said to himself as he pulled onto the shoulder and got out of the car holding his pistol. "This can't be possible." He said to himself again as he got closer to the man. He noticed on the ground was a large blue hunter, the kind Jill had told about earlier. He turned his attention back to the man. "Mark is that you?" He said holding the gun steady.
"Yeah it's me. Sorry for taking so long to get back." Mark said quietly his throat sore from his heavy breathing.
"Jesus Mark. How did you survive? We all thought you were dead." Chris said lowering the gun and putting a hand on Mark's shoulder.
"As far as me living I think it's just luck." Mark said raising his head as his breathing returned to normal, "What about Rebecca?" He asked quickly never having forgotten about this long trip from one side of town to the other.
"She's not doing good Mark. Jill and I are really worried about her. That's why it's really important that we get you back to the station." Chris said turning towards the car.
Mark took a step to bring himself to the car but couldn't get to far the pain in his ribs finally making itself more evident then before.
"Something wrong?" Chris asked looking back.
"I think I broke a rib in that blast." Mark said holding his side.
Chris looked at it for a second then went back to his car. He grabbed something out of the backseat and made his way back over to Mark. He took one more look at Mark's rib and held up the small bundle, which turned out to be medical tape. "This should take care of that for a bit. I don't think it's broken probably just cracked." Chris said wrapping the tape around Mark's side and then walking back to the car.
"Thanks Chris." Mark said smiling somewhat.
"Hey, just help Rebecca. Please, I think you're the only one who can..." Chris said opening the car door and turning the lights on. Mark got in the passengers side and fastened the belt.
They made their way back towards the station.
* * *
Jill was walking through the police station. She had given up on trying to console Rebecca it was a lost cause. She knew that Chris had gone out to look for Mark but wasn't sure why. A part of herself still wanted Chris to walk into the station with Mark and to be able to tell him about the way she felt. But, deep down she knew it wouldn't happen.
She had talked to some of the higher-ups in the station and was getting worried. Outside was becoming more and more dangerous with every passing second and Chris had been gone for almost an hour.
As she neared the main door she started to see it swing open. She recognized Chris immediately behind it.
"No luck huh?" She asked walking up to him.
"Actually" Chris said smiling and stepping to the side a bit.
Jill's face registered confusion and then lit up when she saw, first, Mark's familiar brown messy hair walking up the steps to the station. He looked the same besides the fact that his clothes were a bit dirty.
"Mark!" She said hugging him as he came up the stairs.
Mark grimaced a bit at the contact on his ribs but managed a brief hug. "Nice to see you again too Jill" He said smiling and stepping back a bit.
"Someone is waiting for you back in the recovery room." Jill said smiling.
"I'm already there," Mark said making his way in the direction of the recovery room.
Jill watched him walk towards the recovery room. He seemed to walk faster even though he was hobbling somewhat. "What happened to Mark?" She asked facing Chris.
"He hurt his ribs in the explosion." He said taking one last look out the police station door to make sure nothing had followed them. "Sorry I took so long Jill."
Jill wrapped her arms around Chris' waist and pulled him close laying her head on his shoulder. "It's ok, but I was really worried, I'm glad you found Mark though I've never seen Rebecca like this."
Chris hugged her back. "I know I was getting worried about her safety."
* * *
Rebecca was lying on the couch, her face was stained with where tears had been before and the lights from the sealing were glaring in her eyes. She didn't care, nothing could be worse than the present for her. She closed her eyes and faded into a restless sleep. This was the only place she could be happy. Dreams were keeping her alive at this point, because nothing else could.
She suddenly felt and hand caress her cheek. This made her smile from the warm loving contact on her skin. She then felt a pair of lips press against her own. She assumed this was another dream. She had only had a few but all of them were almost the same. She opened her eyes as the tender kiss broke off and saw Mark in front of her on the couch. "Hi" she said a little nervously.
"Hey, sorry I took so long to get back..." Mark said smiling a bit.
"I would've waited forever," She said smiling back. She then leaned forward and kissed him again. She loved the feel of his body and the comfort she had when around him. At this point all she wanted to do was get as close to him as she could because, in her mind, she never would have the chance to.
"I wish this wasn't a dream," she said to herself as she broke the kiss now lying on top of Mark.
"A dream?" Mark said looking confused.
"This isn't a dream?" Rebecca said her eyes widening.
"Not to my knowledge. As far as I know this is the real world with the zombies and evils all around, it probably would be better if it was a dream." He said smiling somewhat.
Rebecca lay where she was for a while looking into his eyes and then sitting up a bit. Mark sat up after her and looked at her still a bit confused. The room-stayed quiet for a minute then the silence was broken by Rebecca's crying and grabbing onto Mark knocking him back onto his back. "Mark! I thought you were dead! Don't ever leave me again! Do you here me!? EVER!!" Rebecca said burying her head into his shoulder and grabbing onto him until he could barely breath.
"I won't Rebecca I missed you more than anything. You're what kept me alive." Mark said holding her tightly as she shook with sobs.
Rebecca looked up and kissed him quickly. She ran her hand through his hair and pressed the other firmly on his chest as though to prove that he was still existent. She felt his arms tighten around her back. She moaned as the movement pressed more of herself against his body. She moved herself up a bit more and straddled his lap. "I never thought this would happen again." She said shaking.
Mark ran his hands over her shoulders and down across her stomach. "I did" he said then kissed her again.
* * *
Albert Wesker was once again sitting at his computer. He had been looking at the layout of the new location of the STARS team. "How many BIO Tyrants do we have in the area?" he asked suddenly pressing the frequently used button on his desk.
"As of now we have two BIO Tyrants loose in the area." A static voice came from over the speakerphone.
"Release units 4, 5, and 6" He said calmly into the speaker, "And program them with the whereabouts of the STARS members and to annihilate anything they come across. I'm tired of waiting for tests." He said letting go of the button.
* * *
Chris, Jill, Mark, and Rebecca all sat in the briefing room of the police station. Upon the white wall was a picture of a BIO Tyrant.
"This," Chris aid clicking the projector and a different view of the BIO Tyrant showing up, "Is what you two went up against. It was extremely lucky that you survived your encounter. These things are meant for any situation and any predicament. Plus, they've been honed to be the perfect soldiers. Not only were they made with the T-Virus but they were also inject with steroids and special enhancers for combat."
"So how are you supposed to beat them?" Mark asked looking at the picture. Rebecca was leaning her head against his shoulder as she looked at the gruesome creature on the wall.
"I'll get to that in a second." Chris said, "These things can also run at speeds of up to 70 miles per hour and are VERY strong. Luckily, Mark you were smart enough to find a big enough blast to take that one out." Chris then looked away from the picture and back to Mark and Rebecca. "Now you asked what the weaknesses are. All I can tell you is to have a strong gun and to not stop firing until your pretty sure it's dead." Chris said leaning his head down a bit.
They all sat in silence for a minute before they heard a loud crash and screaming coming from the other room. They ran out to see a police officer be thrown across the room by a BIO Tyrant. Before he could stand the creature ran over and sliced him across the chest splitting him from the shoulder almost to his waist.
Chris' eyes widened and he grabbed a shotgun off out of the gun rack near the door and pointed it towards the creature. Mark pulled out his desert eagle and held it towards the beast as well. Rebecca drew a shaky hand holding the Samurai Edge towards the Tyrant. Finally Jill pointed her gun towards it as well.
As they all held there guns towards the one monster another crash resounded and another BIO Tyrant landed on the floor. Jill and Mark moved their guns to that one quickly.
Finally two more crashes resounded from two other rooms and two more Tyrants walked into the room through the hall.
All of their eyes went wide as the five creatures stood in front of them.
Mark finally gathered enough strength up to say something.
"We're all going to die..."
* * *
"BIO Tyrants have reached the location," the static voice said.
"Perfect." Albert Wesker said grinning...
Biohazard: The New Nightmare
Chapter 7: Love's great perils
Rebecca sat in the recovery room in the station. She was still crying her heart out. Chris had come in to talk to her again but it had done no good. Nothing would do any good anymore. She had lost the only thing that she loved the most and it would never be able to be replaced.
"Why did this have to happen?" She said to herself between sobs as she lay on the couch that not 24 hours ago she had realized that she loved that person more than life.
Jill walked into the room but she seemed to hold her head lower than usual. She sat down in the chair across from the couch. Jill was good at taking things in just from looking at them and she was worried about what Rebecca might do in her time of pain. She took in the way that Rebecca seemed to almost cling to the couch that she and Mark had sat on. As though she was trying to bring back a piece of him through it.
"Rebecca I know what you're going through and I know that it hurts a lot. But, Mark wouldn't want you to be acting like this. He would want you to live and be strong to get out of this city." Jill looked at Rebecca solemnly. She knew that this incident was going to hurt Rebecca more than anything ever could but she hadn't counted on it affecting her too. Even though she hadn't had time to know Mark very well she knew that he was a very good person and she actually felt a bit of attraction to him. The fact that he was gone for good solidified that she would never be able to tell him that.
"Shut up!" Rebecca suddenly snapped, "You don't have a clue what I'm going through! Not a clue!" She yelled holding one of the couches arm pillows between her arms. "You'll never understand..." her voice began to crack as she went on. "I loved him more than anything. He was the only one that treated me like I was the best thing that had ever happened to him and now...now" She couldn't finish the sentence as another wave of pain and sadness swept over her and she once again went back to sobbing loudly into the pillow she held.
Jill continued to look at Rebecca for a second. She had never seen the young woman so upset. Not even during the mansion incident had she been so hurt and afraid. Jill sat next to her on the couch and put a hand on her shoulder, not trusting herself to say anything afraid that, she too, would break out in tears. Rebecca let go of the pillow and clung to Jill sobbing into her shoulder.
* * *
Chris was sitting in another room of the police station. Things were taking a turn for the worse and he knew it. Losing a friend was always the worst things that could happen during these kinds of things. He, as well, didn't know Mark very well. He had never really known anything at all about the guy and he couldn't understand Rebecca's attraction to him at all.
Nevertheless they all had to get out of this city before the last safe spots were taken over by zombies. These safe spots were becoming harder and harder to find and even then some danger was still a possibility. He looked at the ceiling and then decided he had better talk to Rebecca and tell her that they had to get out of here in a couple of days. He knew she wouldn't take it well.
* * *
Mark walked through the streets as fast as he could. The pain in his ribs had started to subside do to the fact that he hadn't stopped moving since he got out of the dump.
Luckily, he still had the desert eagle. Without it he was completely unarmed and wouldn't be able to have survived as long as he had. He had run into a few zombies but dispatched them without too much trouble. He remembered where the station was and promised himself that he would get there no matter what he came across. Unfortunately for him the one thing he did come across was the thing Jill had seen earlier.
Mark's eyes widened as the creature burst from the ground in front of him and took a quick slash at him. He took some steps back and fired the strong magnum at the beast. Although the shots did slow it down the creature wasn't anywhere from being dead.
It made another quick lunge at him but he managed to dodge its claws once again. He took another couple shots with the gun and this time managed to make the thing drop to the ground. He decided to conserve ammo and continue on his way. He was close to the station and could make it if he kept moving fast enough.
* * *
Chris was combing the streets. He couldn't stand to see Rebecca the way she was anymore. He had a gut feeling that Mark was gone and that he wasn't coming back but maybe Rebecca was right. Maybe, somehow, he managed to survive the blast. He decided to head back towards the scrap yard in a cruiser.
He looked around the streets on the way there. After about 20 minutes he noticed a man on the side of the street. He had messy dark brown hair and looked a lot like Mark did.
"No way." Chris said to himself as he pulled onto the shoulder and got out of the car holding his pistol. "This can't be possible." He said to himself again as he got closer to the man. He noticed on the ground was a large blue hunter, the kind Jill had told about earlier. He turned his attention back to the man. "Mark is that you?" He said holding the gun steady.
"Yeah it's me. Sorry for taking so long to get back." Mark said quietly his throat sore from his heavy breathing.
"Jesus Mark. How did you survive? We all thought you were dead." Chris said lowering the gun and putting a hand on Mark's shoulder.
"As far as me living I think it's just luck." Mark said raising his head as his breathing returned to normal, "What about Rebecca?" He asked quickly never having forgotten about this long trip from one side of town to the other.
"She's not doing good Mark. Jill and I are really worried about her. That's why it's really important that we get you back to the station." Chris said turning towards the car.
Mark took a step to bring himself to the car but couldn't get to far the pain in his ribs finally making itself more evident then before.
"Something wrong?" Chris asked looking back.
"I think I broke a rib in that blast." Mark said holding his side.
Chris looked at it for a second then went back to his car. He grabbed something out of the backseat and made his way back over to Mark. He took one more look at Mark's rib and held up the small bundle, which turned out to be medical tape. "This should take care of that for a bit. I don't think it's broken probably just cracked." Chris said wrapping the tape around Mark's side and then walking back to the car.
"Thanks Chris." Mark said smiling somewhat.
"Hey, just help Rebecca. Please, I think you're the only one who can..." Chris said opening the car door and turning the lights on. Mark got in the passengers side and fastened the belt.
They made their way back towards the station.
* * *
Jill was walking through the police station. She had given up on trying to console Rebecca it was a lost cause. She knew that Chris had gone out to look for Mark but wasn't sure why. A part of herself still wanted Chris to walk into the station with Mark and to be able to tell him about the way she felt. But, deep down she knew it wouldn't happen.
She had talked to some of the higher-ups in the station and was getting worried. Outside was becoming more and more dangerous with every passing second and Chris had been gone for almost an hour.
As she neared the main door she started to see it swing open. She recognized Chris immediately behind it.
"No luck huh?" She asked walking up to him.
"Actually" Chris said smiling and stepping to the side a bit.
Jill's face registered confusion and then lit up when she saw, first, Mark's familiar brown messy hair walking up the steps to the station. He looked the same besides the fact that his clothes were a bit dirty.
"Mark!" She said hugging him as he came up the stairs.
Mark grimaced a bit at the contact on his ribs but managed a brief hug. "Nice to see you again too Jill" He said smiling and stepping back a bit.
"Someone is waiting for you back in the recovery room." Jill said smiling.
"I'm already there," Mark said making his way in the direction of the recovery room.
Jill watched him walk towards the recovery room. He seemed to walk faster even though he was hobbling somewhat. "What happened to Mark?" She asked facing Chris.
"He hurt his ribs in the explosion." He said taking one last look out the police station door to make sure nothing had followed them. "Sorry I took so long Jill."
Jill wrapped her arms around Chris' waist and pulled him close laying her head on his shoulder. "It's ok, but I was really worried, I'm glad you found Mark though I've never seen Rebecca like this."
Chris hugged her back. "I know I was getting worried about her safety."
* * *
Rebecca was lying on the couch, her face was stained with where tears had been before and the lights from the sealing were glaring in her eyes. She didn't care, nothing could be worse than the present for her. She closed her eyes and faded into a restless sleep. This was the only place she could be happy. Dreams were keeping her alive at this point, because nothing else could.
She suddenly felt and hand caress her cheek. This made her smile from the warm loving contact on her skin. She then felt a pair of lips press against her own. She assumed this was another dream. She had only had a few but all of them were almost the same. She opened her eyes as the tender kiss broke off and saw Mark in front of her on the couch. "Hi" she said a little nervously.
"Hey, sorry I took so long to get back..." Mark said smiling a bit.
"I would've waited forever," She said smiling back. She then leaned forward and kissed him again. She loved the feel of his body and the comfort she had when around him. At this point all she wanted to do was get as close to him as she could because, in her mind, she never would have the chance to.
"I wish this wasn't a dream," she said to herself as she broke the kiss now lying on top of Mark.
"A dream?" Mark said looking confused.
"This isn't a dream?" Rebecca said her eyes widening.
"Not to my knowledge. As far as I know this is the real world with the zombies and evils all around, it probably would be better if it was a dream." He said smiling somewhat.
Rebecca lay where she was for a while looking into his eyes and then sitting up a bit. Mark sat up after her and looked at her still a bit confused. The room-stayed quiet for a minute then the silence was broken by Rebecca's crying and grabbing onto Mark knocking him back onto his back. "Mark! I thought you were dead! Don't ever leave me again! Do you here me!? EVER!!" Rebecca said burying her head into his shoulder and grabbing onto him until he could barely breath.
"I won't Rebecca I missed you more than anything. You're what kept me alive." Mark said holding her tightly as she shook with sobs.
Rebecca looked up and kissed him quickly. She ran her hand through his hair and pressed the other firmly on his chest as though to prove that he was still existent. She felt his arms tighten around her back. She moaned as the movement pressed more of herself against his body. She moved herself up a bit more and straddled his lap. "I never thought this would happen again." She said shaking.
Mark ran his hands over her shoulders and down across her stomach. "I did" he said then kissed her again.
* * *
Albert Wesker was once again sitting at his computer. He had been looking at the layout of the new location of the STARS team. "How many BIO Tyrants do we have in the area?" he asked suddenly pressing the frequently used button on his desk.
"As of now we have two BIO Tyrants loose in the area." A static voice came from over the speakerphone.
"Release units 4, 5, and 6" He said calmly into the speaker, "And program them with the whereabouts of the STARS members and to annihilate anything they come across. I'm tired of waiting for tests." He said letting go of the button.
* * *
Chris, Jill, Mark, and Rebecca all sat in the briefing room of the police station. Upon the white wall was a picture of a BIO Tyrant.
"This," Chris aid clicking the projector and a different view of the BIO Tyrant showing up, "Is what you two went up against. It was extremely lucky that you survived your encounter. These things are meant for any situation and any predicament. Plus, they've been honed to be the perfect soldiers. Not only were they made with the T-Virus but they were also inject with steroids and special enhancers for combat."
"So how are you supposed to beat them?" Mark asked looking at the picture. Rebecca was leaning her head against his shoulder as she looked at the gruesome creature on the wall.
"I'll get to that in a second." Chris said, "These things can also run at speeds of up to 70 miles per hour and are VERY strong. Luckily, Mark you were smart enough to find a big enough blast to take that one out." Chris then looked away from the picture and back to Mark and Rebecca. "Now you asked what the weaknesses are. All I can tell you is to have a strong gun and to not stop firing until your pretty sure it's dead." Chris said leaning his head down a bit.
They all sat in silence for a minute before they heard a loud crash and screaming coming from the other room. They ran out to see a police officer be thrown across the room by a BIO Tyrant. Before he could stand the creature ran over and sliced him across the chest splitting him from the shoulder almost to his waist.
Chris' eyes widened and he grabbed a shotgun off out of the gun rack near the door and pointed it towards the creature. Mark pulled out his desert eagle and held it towards the beast as well. Rebecca drew a shaky hand holding the Samurai Edge towards the Tyrant. Finally Jill pointed her gun towards it as well.
As they all held there guns towards the one monster another crash resounded and another BIO Tyrant landed on the floor. Jill and Mark moved their guns to that one quickly.
Finally two more crashes resounded from two other rooms and two more Tyrants walked into the room through the hall.
All of their eyes went wide as the five creatures stood in front of them.
Mark finally gathered enough strength up to say something.
"We're all going to die..."
* * *
"BIO Tyrants have reached the location," the static voice said.
"Perfect." Albert Wesker said grinning...