Just so there is no confusion about how I am keeping time, I pick-up
basically where I left the person off in the previous chapter. As seen
below, I showed a time lapse by saying that he ran 17 floors in 4 minutes.
When I left Karl off last time, he had just begun to run down the stairs
and there were 7 minutes left. 7 minutes - 3 minutes is 3 minutes.
Also, certain events may be happening at the same time as other events,
this may also be explained by the time left on the Tyrant countdown. If you
don't understand, don't worry about it.
Chapter 9
Karl ran down 17 floors in about 3 minutes. He was now on the 50th floor, the security office by his reckoning. He had periodically peaked in a door on the way down and, strangely, hadn't seen anyone on the way down. What he did notice, besides the total lack of human presence, was the profound silence. This was not a good sign, for if he had heard that the building was about to blow he would be running around screaming, especially if all the windows and doors were sealed. Besides the eeriness, nothing hindered his flat-out run down the steps. He was happy to be able to rest, for he should be able to find some sort of weapon and certainly a person on this floor. It's not like he didn't have a gun, the .38 was a force to be reckoned with, but if he could find some .357 shells or maybe a machine gun, that would make him happy. As he had descended the stairs the sick feeling in his stomach had risen again, and he was positive now that something was fishy, so he definitely felt that he needed more firepower especially with the information about the Tyrant fresh on his brain. They had been shown the films that had been taken while testing the anti- venom perfume, the poor cows that hadn't had a working scent. THE PERFUME! He almost screamed out loud. If I want to survive long enough to turn off the bomb, he had to be Tyrant proof, and this seemed like the only possibility. He perused the offices quickly, for he was really excited about his revelation. He was able to locate a box of 12 .357 hollow points, "This should last" he had said, and then was on his way to the stairs again. "Now if I were an Anti-Tyrant serum, where would I be?" he said to himself as he mounted the stairs again, a rush of adrenaline taking away his weariness. 3 minutes left.
Trent reached the 50th floor about 2 minutes after Gorman had left for the basement. He performed a thorough search of the offices and found a small Walther PPK, the kind the James Bond used, funny, he kind of felt like James Bond, deceiving people around him while attacking a greater evil; he took the pistol with the only 1 magazine, with 8 bullets in it. He also found, luckily, a shotgun on a dead guard in the hallway. His mutilated form ensured that the T-virus had taken effect inside the building. The shotgun had 5 shots inside it, with 2 empty shells lying on the floor, poor guy. He took the shotgun but was unable to locate any shells for it, so he left. He thought that he could find additional ammunition on the 1st floor security counter. He looked at the spent shotgun cartridges on the floor and thought about the man, in his last moments, having to shoot a friend or quite possibly a family member; the spent shells representing desperation and showing the loss of innocence on a grand scale. Trent shook these thoughts away, besides he would have died in the blast that he was planning anyways, so maybe Trent shouldn't feel so bad, nonetheless it was Umbrella that had driven him to this, so it was Umbrella who would pay. He looked down the shaft of air that runs between the flights of stairs, at the endless space beneath him, and started to run. 1 minute left.
Chapter 10
Peter Goindi had been working for Umbrella nigh on 2 years now. He knew that some shady dealings were going down with the company, but he figured that they signed his check, so it was worth turning his back. But as he entered the labs beneath he had to wonder, how were they getting away with this? He saw, through the glass, cages lining the walls filled with all sorts of ferocious looking animals. Practically anything you could think up, plus a pair of fangs, had its own cage. He reached the security office shortly after, it wasn't too hard, and the lay-out was simple enough. Upon reaching the security office, the first thing he noticed was the two dead bodies near the control panel-or seemingly dead for shortly after he entered the security office, one of them stirred. Having heard some rumors about zombies being involved with the research that was going on here, Peter drew his Glock 19 and aimed at the person's chest. "Hold it right there!" he screamed, and to his astonishment the other security officer rubbed his neck and said "Why are you pointing that at me? He's the guy that set off all the alarms" and with that he gestured to the dead scientist on the floor. "Oh, sorry" said Peter, holstering his side-arm. "Nah, its ok, I've heard the same zombie shit you've probably heard, I'd probably be about as scared. By the way, my names Stan Sonbeded." he said, pointing to his name tag. "Hey Stan, do you know if there is a way that we can stop those sirens and unseal the doors?" said Peter, casting a gaze over the control panel in front of him. "No, sorry, all those buttons do is cycle through video cameras on the monitors. Those buttons control resolution and th-". Stan trailed off after finding something interesting on one of the monitors. On the screen were two tanks, each about 12 feet tall, they reminded him of the bacta tanks from Star Wars except these had frost on the outside. Inside he could make out the silhouette of something humanoid, but obviously not human, for it must be 10 feet tall! What was even more interesting was how there was steam coming out of tubes on the side, and on top of the tank was a small monitor with the number 5 on it, no wait 4.3.2.1.
"What d'ya think that is?" said Peter, completely perplexed by the events unfolding before them. "It's this monster-thing that the scientists have been working on for months" It is supposed to be one bad-ass. "Yea, it looks like it" said Peter. So intent on watching the screen, neither Peter nor Stan heard the shuffling of movement behind them, as Charles Lindon got up. To his credit, Pete got a few shots off before he was taken down.
Chapter 9
Karl ran down 17 floors in about 3 minutes. He was now on the 50th floor, the security office by his reckoning. He had periodically peaked in a door on the way down and, strangely, hadn't seen anyone on the way down. What he did notice, besides the total lack of human presence, was the profound silence. This was not a good sign, for if he had heard that the building was about to blow he would be running around screaming, especially if all the windows and doors were sealed. Besides the eeriness, nothing hindered his flat-out run down the steps. He was happy to be able to rest, for he should be able to find some sort of weapon and certainly a person on this floor. It's not like he didn't have a gun, the .38 was a force to be reckoned with, but if he could find some .357 shells or maybe a machine gun, that would make him happy. As he had descended the stairs the sick feeling in his stomach had risen again, and he was positive now that something was fishy, so he definitely felt that he needed more firepower especially with the information about the Tyrant fresh on his brain. They had been shown the films that had been taken while testing the anti- venom perfume, the poor cows that hadn't had a working scent. THE PERFUME! He almost screamed out loud. If I want to survive long enough to turn off the bomb, he had to be Tyrant proof, and this seemed like the only possibility. He perused the offices quickly, for he was really excited about his revelation. He was able to locate a box of 12 .357 hollow points, "This should last" he had said, and then was on his way to the stairs again. "Now if I were an Anti-Tyrant serum, where would I be?" he said to himself as he mounted the stairs again, a rush of adrenaline taking away his weariness. 3 minutes left.
Trent reached the 50th floor about 2 minutes after Gorman had left for the basement. He performed a thorough search of the offices and found a small Walther PPK, the kind the James Bond used, funny, he kind of felt like James Bond, deceiving people around him while attacking a greater evil; he took the pistol with the only 1 magazine, with 8 bullets in it. He also found, luckily, a shotgun on a dead guard in the hallway. His mutilated form ensured that the T-virus had taken effect inside the building. The shotgun had 5 shots inside it, with 2 empty shells lying on the floor, poor guy. He took the shotgun but was unable to locate any shells for it, so he left. He thought that he could find additional ammunition on the 1st floor security counter. He looked at the spent shotgun cartridges on the floor and thought about the man, in his last moments, having to shoot a friend or quite possibly a family member; the spent shells representing desperation and showing the loss of innocence on a grand scale. Trent shook these thoughts away, besides he would have died in the blast that he was planning anyways, so maybe Trent shouldn't feel so bad, nonetheless it was Umbrella that had driven him to this, so it was Umbrella who would pay. He looked down the shaft of air that runs between the flights of stairs, at the endless space beneath him, and started to run. 1 minute left.
Chapter 10
Peter Goindi had been working for Umbrella nigh on 2 years now. He knew that some shady dealings were going down with the company, but he figured that they signed his check, so it was worth turning his back. But as he entered the labs beneath he had to wonder, how were they getting away with this? He saw, through the glass, cages lining the walls filled with all sorts of ferocious looking animals. Practically anything you could think up, plus a pair of fangs, had its own cage. He reached the security office shortly after, it wasn't too hard, and the lay-out was simple enough. Upon reaching the security office, the first thing he noticed was the two dead bodies near the control panel-or seemingly dead for shortly after he entered the security office, one of them stirred. Having heard some rumors about zombies being involved with the research that was going on here, Peter drew his Glock 19 and aimed at the person's chest. "Hold it right there!" he screamed, and to his astonishment the other security officer rubbed his neck and said "Why are you pointing that at me? He's the guy that set off all the alarms" and with that he gestured to the dead scientist on the floor. "Oh, sorry" said Peter, holstering his side-arm. "Nah, its ok, I've heard the same zombie shit you've probably heard, I'd probably be about as scared. By the way, my names Stan Sonbeded." he said, pointing to his name tag. "Hey Stan, do you know if there is a way that we can stop those sirens and unseal the doors?" said Peter, casting a gaze over the control panel in front of him. "No, sorry, all those buttons do is cycle through video cameras on the monitors. Those buttons control resolution and th-". Stan trailed off after finding something interesting on one of the monitors. On the screen were two tanks, each about 12 feet tall, they reminded him of the bacta tanks from Star Wars except these had frost on the outside. Inside he could make out the silhouette of something humanoid, but obviously not human, for it must be 10 feet tall! What was even more interesting was how there was steam coming out of tubes on the side, and on top of the tank was a small monitor with the number 5 on it, no wait 4.3.2.1.
"What d'ya think that is?" said Peter, completely perplexed by the events unfolding before them. "It's this monster-thing that the scientists have been working on for months" It is supposed to be one bad-ass. "Yea, it looks like it" said Peter. So intent on watching the screen, neither Peter nor Stan heard the shuffling of movement behind them, as Charles Lindon got up. To his credit, Pete got a few shots off before he was taken down.