Chapter 13
Karl was lucky, extremely lucky. He had already had a bead on the closest zombie's head and was about to fire when the lights went out. It was only a matter of pulling the trigger. The second zombie would be tougher, he was pretty sure that they could smell human flesh or something like that, so he was obviously at a disadvantage, and as far as he knew, the zombie was between him and the door leading downstairs. This duffle bag was getting annoying too, grinding into his shoulder as it was, so sneaking past this zombie would be tricky with the bag tripping him up. He heard a groan to his left; he spun and kicked with his foot. Feeling flesh, he aimed for where the chest should be and fired 3 times, then the gun clicked; dry. He ran backwards until his back hit the wall fumbling for the speed loader in his pocket. The stench of death was everywhere, not allowing him to use smell to locate the walking corpse. He heard another groan, it was close, he popped the bullets in and slammed the cylinder home. He fired directly in front of him, twice, hearing the zombie hit the ground. Now he desperately needed the Uzis. He felt in his pocket for any more ammo, but all he felt were the hollow-pointed .357 rounds. He blindly reloaded the speed loader with the heavy slugs and felt his way to the door. He found the knob and entered the stairwell.
The security center that he was heading for was on Basement Level -2. He groped around in the dark until he found the hand rail on the stairs. He precariously walked down the stairs, feeling every step with his foot before he put his weight on it, still holding onto the railing, still wary of the dangers that the dark would hide. Hearing noise farther down the hall to his right, he turned left and down a hallway. His mind kept screaming at him that this wasn't safe, and asking what was he thinking? But for some reason he kept walking forward, feeling safe in the dark's embrace. Not hearing or smelling anything around him, he continued to follow the wall with his hands. He started to hear whirring sound echo down the halls, and he saw lights coming on down the way. "Well, I guess something is finally going my way" he said after looking down the hall. The electricity was turning back on in a slow wave, the back-up generator cycling power into the emergency power lights situated on the walls sporadically, but in strategic places. Altogether, they cast an eerie, soft glow about the place, casting a few shadows here and there. Karl turned around and watched the boxes slowly turn on, one by one, all the way down the hall. He followed the line of boxes to one almost directly above his head. It clicked on; he turned around and was greeted, by two hunters. "Yet again." he said under his breath, and dived through the door on his right.
As soon as he had dropped the grenade, Trent knew he was in trouble. The pain came in waves up his leg as the zombie bit deeper into his ankle. Trent quickly drew his other foot back, kicking the zombie in the head, while diving away as far as he could. He hadn't the slightest idea of the fuse time on the grenade; all he knew was that he was screwed if he didn't manage to move his sorry ass. He exited the office and entered the first floor hall running as fast as he could, feeling the air with his hands in front of him. Something tripped him and he hit the carpet, hard. Feeling blood in his mouth, he crawled around the corner and felt the air rush past his leg along with hot metal as the grenade exploded. So, it was a fragmentation grenade; lucky for him that this wall was there. After brushing himself off and standing up he felt around for his shotgun he had dropped in hallway. He found it with his foot. Picking it up by the strap, he felt the gun for damage from any of the fragments. He felt 2 pieces in the handle; he would have to remove them in order to work the gun without cutting his hand. He fished the other grenades out of his pocket and placed them on the ground along with his shotgun and the Walther. He rearranged the items n his pockets, drawing the Walther with the shotgun strung to his back for fear of cutting his hand. He was just standing up when the lights came back on again. The back-up generator had finally kicked in, he thought.
He walked back to the row of offices that shared a window with the lobby. This time he chose the office directly overlooking the bumbling zombies. The timer for the grenade, he figured, was about 15 seconds, so as long as he didn't drop one again, he would be ok. On the way to this office, he had passed the first office where the grenade had gone off in, and the fragments had torn right through the walls, horrifying. Good for zombies though. He smashed the window and pulled the pin on both the grenades, throwing them onto the unsuspecting zombies, the urge to watch the, being torn to shreds was overwhelming, but he had to be sensible. He stepped back from the window and ran down the hallway to the door that led to the main lobby. He heard the explosions and the clinking of metal, and then stepped outside and looked at the carnage. He suddenly wished that he hadn't had used all three grenades. The zombies that were closest to the grenade were no more. There were dismembered zombies and dismembered body parts littering the floor everywhere. There were still about thirty zombies still unaffected by the blast, the rest were lying on the floor; trying to stand up; even though some only had one limb left. His mouth ached, he had cracked a tooth when he had hit the floor, and the tooth had probably died while the blood soaked into his mouth. He ran down to the lobby, into the security office and found a first-aid kit in one of the police-man's drawers. After fixing his ankle and mouth, he took the bottle of aspirin from the first aid kit and the sterilized syringes; he would need them to administer the Anti-virus if he came down with any symptoms. He searched around and found some 9mm bullets, they didn't fit into his Walther, but he grabbed a duffle bag and stuffed them into that along with the box of shotgun shells and all the shells he removed from the 2 shotguns left hanging on the wall. He replaced his semi-ruined shotgun with one on the wall. So, by his count, he had 26 shotgun shells. That should last him a while. He wondered if he should take another shotgun with him and decided that he should. He didn't want to get caught with only a small side-arm should the Shotgun get broken. He stuffed some empty Glock magazines in his duffle bag as well, you never know, he thought.
By the time he exited the security office; a few of the zombies had ambled over, smelling human flesh. He took careful aim and took them out with a couple head shots. The bullets, he found, were very weak. It required two shots to the head to dispatch a zombie. After avoiding a few of the zombies and jumping over the ones on the floor, he pushed through the door that led into the lower labs; "Now my job gets tough", he said.
Chapter 14
Karl performed a magnificent dive, through the door, turning in mid- air. Unfortunately, inertia kept the bag in place and when he swung his arm around, he couldn't get it up for a clean shot against the charging Hunter. The Hunter jumped right on top of him planting its feet solidly, one on either side of him, and with great strength swung one massive claw right at Karl's chest; the claw didn't make it. For when Karl had turned over, the box had turned onto his chest and the heavy gauge steel making up the box had effectively stopped the claw. The Hunter jumped around wildly trying to shake his deeply embedded claw from the solid box. The other Hunter watched his friend, curiously, and then turned his attention to Karl; in time to see 3 bullets hit it right between the eyes. Karl reloaded frantically, placing the heavier bullets in as the Hunter swung with its hindered arm at him. The box smacked Karl in the shoulder, knocking the gun from his hand and sliding it across the room. The monster jumped again at the now off- balance Karl as he stumbled across the room and fell to the floor. Karl turned over and put his feet in front of him, kicking out as the Hunter was about to perform a wicked down-slash at his head. The Hunter landed about 10 feet away. Karl used this hiatus in the usually relentless attack to scramble over to his gun. "WHAT THE FUCK?" The bullets weren't in the gun; apparently they had been dislodged when it was knocked out of his hand. He didn't have the time to look for them, grabbing the loose rounds from his pockets, his fingers shaking; he loaded one at a time while watching the Hunter slowly rise and take flight once again in what would be a deadly finishing attack.
BAM! BAM!
Two gigantic holes opened in the Hunter's chest, making it fall right where it was in mid-air. The force of the bullets had stopped the force of his jump completely. "Too close" he said, his whole body now shaking with an adrenaline high. He found the elusive speed loader under a desk in the room; he fished the remaining three rounds out of his pockets and loaded the Ruger and removed 2 bullets from the speed loader to top off the gun. "Well, if anything good came out of this endeavor." he said, looking down at the now shredded metal box, still firmly attached to the Hunter's claw. After much struggling, he removed the two Uzis from the box and let out one of his first smiles of the day.
He searched this new office he had found himself in and found the keycard that would have opened up the box with the Uzis in it; it wasn't of much use now. He threw it onto the desk along with the box of 10.357 magnum rounds and a small statue of Buddha. There was a magnum in the desk as well, but instead of taking it, he took the 2 speed loaders that were lying next to it. He now had twin Uzis each with 2 30-round magazines, along with 17-.357 hollow point rounds. Once again, he smiled. "There has to be a way to turn off the self-destruct sequence" he said. He turned on the computer and searched around on all the files until he came onto one marked "Emergency Procedures". He clicked on it and up came a small screen with a bar, insinuating that a password was required. He typed in all sorts of words: 'Umbrella' 'Alexia' 'Ashford' 'Spencer' 'Raccoon' 'STARS' 'Tyrant' 'S3x0r'; until he finally gave up. He looked around his desk until his gaze fell on the only personal effect on the desk. It was a picture of a woman, he didn't know who, but maybe that didn't matter. He smashed the frame, and checked the back of the picture. Yes! on the back there was writing. 'Dear Gerry, I hope you always remember me. Love, Jasmine'; sweet, but sad. Even if 'Gerry's' mind was still intact, meaning he wasn't a zombie, Karl doubted that a woman was the last thing on his mind right now. He typed 'Jasmine' into the computer and the folder flashed, then opened. Inside it said that, should both the emergency shudders and the self destruct be initiated, the only way to unlock the shudders would be to stop the self destruct sequence then head up to the president's office and pull the emergency lever that was hidden behind his bookcase. There were references to a puzzle that had to be solved in order to stop the sequence, but nothing about what, exactly, it was or how it was to be solved. He scrolled the mouse over the letters as he read them until he got to one of the phrases that said "puzzle must be solved". He scrolled his cursor casually over the phrase and then stopped. He then noticed that it wasn't simply a phrase, but a link. The cursor had changed from the normal arrow, to a finger, indicating a pathway to a different folder or a file. He clicked and it brought up two pictures. One picture was the red Buddha Statue that he had found. There was also a crucifix. Under the pictures it read "Bomb located on Basement Level -4". That was all it said. He didn't know that there was a basement level -4, but he had to defuse the bomb. Then he would find a way to save every uninfected person in the building. He realized that there were greater evils in the building that needed to die, but Umbrella would send a clean-up crew once he got some of the people out, perhaps they were already outside, looking for a way in. He gathered the remainder of the items in his torn duffle bag and strapped it around his shoulder in such a way that they would not escape through the open hole. He entered the next stairwell and headed down to Basement Level -2.
Trent entered the lab knowing exactly what he was going to do. He found the shipment conveyer belt near the back of the first lab, and looked through the boxes for ammunition or guns. He found an M16 A2-M203. This was a basic M16 with an attached Grenade launcher on the bottom. There were 2 magazines strapped to the right side of the stock, and three grenade rounds strapped to the right. He took the broken shotgun out of his bag and placed it down on the table, he didn't need it anymore. He also placed the empty Glock magazines and the Handgun bullets down as well. He loaded a magazine into the gun and searched the rest of the boxes, turning up another magazine and two more explosive rounds. If he was to be going down to the Basement Level -1, he would need all this. By his last count, about 2 days ago, there were roughly 15 Hunters, 10 dogs, and 30 of this new breed of animal that they have just created. They were called Sirens. They took a long time to create because the physical effects of the Virus had to be kept to a minimum in order for the monsters to be most lethal. For you see, the sirens were created by injecting the virus into a live human female. The women, due to control of the virus' effects, would remain beautiful. Through new fields of genetic engineering now capable due to the presence of the T-Virus, scientists could create vocal chords that could produce a high enough frequency to melt your eyeballs; so to speak. After a couple seconds of unprotected exposure, it can weaken the synapses and your nervous system goes out of whack. This meant that Trent needed to find some ear muffs or some cotton wadding to plug his ears up with in order to give him enough time to kill the bitches. They would get close to you with their beauty and then kill you. Purely evil, highly effective on men; DUH!
He entered the stairwell that led to the first Basement Lab Level, and walked down the stairs precariously. He saw 2 dead Hunters in a room in front of him and as he entered he noticed the discarded Magnum on the desk, and the metal box that had been torn to shreds, apparently by the dead Hunter that was clutching it. He looked at the box and recognized the labeling as that of a weapon, headed towards the artillery room. Someone else was down here, with him, and by the looks of the 2 massacred Hunters on the floor; they knew how to take care of themselves. He looked at the monitor on the computer and saw that the previously accessed file was still up. "DAMNIT", he said. Whoever this was now knew how to disarm the 3,000 gallons of napalm strapped to the foundation of the building, designed to take out any traces of a virus in a firestorm. This now meant, instead of simply running to the train, he had to find whoever knew how to disarm it and then destroy any pieces of the apparent puzzle they might have. After smashing the computer, he searched the drawers and found some ear plugs. He pocketed them and headed outside of the small room.
The next stairwell was opposite to the one leading to the floor. He headed across the laboratory floor, precariously, but deciding in the end to take the most direct route to the flight of stairs which involved going past all the 'animal' cages. He figured that the last place the long-imprisoned animals would want to be, once freedom was attained, was their cages. He entered the long corridor, with glass enclosed rooms on each side. Inside, he could see the dark cages; dark because the enraged beasts had smashed out the lights in a rage and, consequently, the windows in order to escape. What came next disturbed him greatly though. He had seen 2 dead Hunters in front of him, about 30 feet away or so, but as he neared he heard a loud THUMP behind him. He turned around and saw that two more hunters land behind him. The bastards had been stalking him! walking on the roof of the small cage room, which didn't quite reach the ceiling of the floor. He turned and darted towards the 2 dead hunters which suddenly came alive. They were smart little buggers. He whipped his rifle around from his back and swept with the line of fire, wreaking havoc on the amphibious mutants as he dove into the cage room. By then, the other 2 hunters had caught up and one promptly jumped through the window of the room and landed in front of him. Lunging towards him, the hunter lost his footing on the shards of glass, giving Trent time enough to empty the remainder of his magazine into the beast. He ejected the clip and grabbed for a new one as one of the other hunters jumped through the door. Trent ducked, but not fast enough. The hunter missed his head, but his back claws raked Trent's back, painfully, as it ran right into the row of cages. Trent backed towards the other end of the dangerously narrow room. He looked out the smashed window and saw a hunter eagerly awaiting him, should he jump out of the room. Wait a sec. where is the other-"AH!" Trent let out a scream as he was kicked heavily in the base of his spine. Spinning around in mid-air, he grabbed the trigger on the grenade launcher section and let fly into the offending hunter. Looking up, he saw the other hunter above him. The hunter, if this were possible, appeared as if he let a smile break through on his wide mouth. He then performed a massive downward slash at Trent's neck and upper torso. Trent rolled to the side, spinning on the ground in order to bring his rifle up into a firing position, which he promptly fired into the beast's chest.
Not out of the fire yet. He jumped through the window, looking around as he crashed through. He heard an odious growl from above and jumped to the side whilst firing. The hunter jumped into the line of fire, getting hit about 10 times in the legs, causing it to fall to the ground. His friend was nowhere to be found. Trent went back to finish the hunter off when something landed on his back. Oh shit. With speed he had never possessed before he whipped the gun around to fire, but he knew he was too late and by the way.Click. His gun was empty. He hoped for a swift death.
Karl was lucky, extremely lucky. He had already had a bead on the closest zombie's head and was about to fire when the lights went out. It was only a matter of pulling the trigger. The second zombie would be tougher, he was pretty sure that they could smell human flesh or something like that, so he was obviously at a disadvantage, and as far as he knew, the zombie was between him and the door leading downstairs. This duffle bag was getting annoying too, grinding into his shoulder as it was, so sneaking past this zombie would be tricky with the bag tripping him up. He heard a groan to his left; he spun and kicked with his foot. Feeling flesh, he aimed for where the chest should be and fired 3 times, then the gun clicked; dry. He ran backwards until his back hit the wall fumbling for the speed loader in his pocket. The stench of death was everywhere, not allowing him to use smell to locate the walking corpse. He heard another groan, it was close, he popped the bullets in and slammed the cylinder home. He fired directly in front of him, twice, hearing the zombie hit the ground. Now he desperately needed the Uzis. He felt in his pocket for any more ammo, but all he felt were the hollow-pointed .357 rounds. He blindly reloaded the speed loader with the heavy slugs and felt his way to the door. He found the knob and entered the stairwell.
The security center that he was heading for was on Basement Level -2. He groped around in the dark until he found the hand rail on the stairs. He precariously walked down the stairs, feeling every step with his foot before he put his weight on it, still holding onto the railing, still wary of the dangers that the dark would hide. Hearing noise farther down the hall to his right, he turned left and down a hallway. His mind kept screaming at him that this wasn't safe, and asking what was he thinking? But for some reason he kept walking forward, feeling safe in the dark's embrace. Not hearing or smelling anything around him, he continued to follow the wall with his hands. He started to hear whirring sound echo down the halls, and he saw lights coming on down the way. "Well, I guess something is finally going my way" he said after looking down the hall. The electricity was turning back on in a slow wave, the back-up generator cycling power into the emergency power lights situated on the walls sporadically, but in strategic places. Altogether, they cast an eerie, soft glow about the place, casting a few shadows here and there. Karl turned around and watched the boxes slowly turn on, one by one, all the way down the hall. He followed the line of boxes to one almost directly above his head. It clicked on; he turned around and was greeted, by two hunters. "Yet again." he said under his breath, and dived through the door on his right.
As soon as he had dropped the grenade, Trent knew he was in trouble. The pain came in waves up his leg as the zombie bit deeper into his ankle. Trent quickly drew his other foot back, kicking the zombie in the head, while diving away as far as he could. He hadn't the slightest idea of the fuse time on the grenade; all he knew was that he was screwed if he didn't manage to move his sorry ass. He exited the office and entered the first floor hall running as fast as he could, feeling the air with his hands in front of him. Something tripped him and he hit the carpet, hard. Feeling blood in his mouth, he crawled around the corner and felt the air rush past his leg along with hot metal as the grenade exploded. So, it was a fragmentation grenade; lucky for him that this wall was there. After brushing himself off and standing up he felt around for his shotgun he had dropped in hallway. He found it with his foot. Picking it up by the strap, he felt the gun for damage from any of the fragments. He felt 2 pieces in the handle; he would have to remove them in order to work the gun without cutting his hand. He fished the other grenades out of his pocket and placed them on the ground along with his shotgun and the Walther. He rearranged the items n his pockets, drawing the Walther with the shotgun strung to his back for fear of cutting his hand. He was just standing up when the lights came back on again. The back-up generator had finally kicked in, he thought.
He walked back to the row of offices that shared a window with the lobby. This time he chose the office directly overlooking the bumbling zombies. The timer for the grenade, he figured, was about 15 seconds, so as long as he didn't drop one again, he would be ok. On the way to this office, he had passed the first office where the grenade had gone off in, and the fragments had torn right through the walls, horrifying. Good for zombies though. He smashed the window and pulled the pin on both the grenades, throwing them onto the unsuspecting zombies, the urge to watch the, being torn to shreds was overwhelming, but he had to be sensible. He stepped back from the window and ran down the hallway to the door that led to the main lobby. He heard the explosions and the clinking of metal, and then stepped outside and looked at the carnage. He suddenly wished that he hadn't had used all three grenades. The zombies that were closest to the grenade were no more. There were dismembered zombies and dismembered body parts littering the floor everywhere. There were still about thirty zombies still unaffected by the blast, the rest were lying on the floor; trying to stand up; even though some only had one limb left. His mouth ached, he had cracked a tooth when he had hit the floor, and the tooth had probably died while the blood soaked into his mouth. He ran down to the lobby, into the security office and found a first-aid kit in one of the police-man's drawers. After fixing his ankle and mouth, he took the bottle of aspirin from the first aid kit and the sterilized syringes; he would need them to administer the Anti-virus if he came down with any symptoms. He searched around and found some 9mm bullets, they didn't fit into his Walther, but he grabbed a duffle bag and stuffed them into that along with the box of shotgun shells and all the shells he removed from the 2 shotguns left hanging on the wall. He replaced his semi-ruined shotgun with one on the wall. So, by his count, he had 26 shotgun shells. That should last him a while. He wondered if he should take another shotgun with him and decided that he should. He didn't want to get caught with only a small side-arm should the Shotgun get broken. He stuffed some empty Glock magazines in his duffle bag as well, you never know, he thought.
By the time he exited the security office; a few of the zombies had ambled over, smelling human flesh. He took careful aim and took them out with a couple head shots. The bullets, he found, were very weak. It required two shots to the head to dispatch a zombie. After avoiding a few of the zombies and jumping over the ones on the floor, he pushed through the door that led into the lower labs; "Now my job gets tough", he said.
Chapter 14
Karl performed a magnificent dive, through the door, turning in mid- air. Unfortunately, inertia kept the bag in place and when he swung his arm around, he couldn't get it up for a clean shot against the charging Hunter. The Hunter jumped right on top of him planting its feet solidly, one on either side of him, and with great strength swung one massive claw right at Karl's chest; the claw didn't make it. For when Karl had turned over, the box had turned onto his chest and the heavy gauge steel making up the box had effectively stopped the claw. The Hunter jumped around wildly trying to shake his deeply embedded claw from the solid box. The other Hunter watched his friend, curiously, and then turned his attention to Karl; in time to see 3 bullets hit it right between the eyes. Karl reloaded frantically, placing the heavier bullets in as the Hunter swung with its hindered arm at him. The box smacked Karl in the shoulder, knocking the gun from his hand and sliding it across the room. The monster jumped again at the now off- balance Karl as he stumbled across the room and fell to the floor. Karl turned over and put his feet in front of him, kicking out as the Hunter was about to perform a wicked down-slash at his head. The Hunter landed about 10 feet away. Karl used this hiatus in the usually relentless attack to scramble over to his gun. "WHAT THE FUCK?" The bullets weren't in the gun; apparently they had been dislodged when it was knocked out of his hand. He didn't have the time to look for them, grabbing the loose rounds from his pockets, his fingers shaking; he loaded one at a time while watching the Hunter slowly rise and take flight once again in what would be a deadly finishing attack.
BAM! BAM!
Two gigantic holes opened in the Hunter's chest, making it fall right where it was in mid-air. The force of the bullets had stopped the force of his jump completely. "Too close" he said, his whole body now shaking with an adrenaline high. He found the elusive speed loader under a desk in the room; he fished the remaining three rounds out of his pockets and loaded the Ruger and removed 2 bullets from the speed loader to top off the gun. "Well, if anything good came out of this endeavor." he said, looking down at the now shredded metal box, still firmly attached to the Hunter's claw. After much struggling, he removed the two Uzis from the box and let out one of his first smiles of the day.
He searched this new office he had found himself in and found the keycard that would have opened up the box with the Uzis in it; it wasn't of much use now. He threw it onto the desk along with the box of 10.357 magnum rounds and a small statue of Buddha. There was a magnum in the desk as well, but instead of taking it, he took the 2 speed loaders that were lying next to it. He now had twin Uzis each with 2 30-round magazines, along with 17-.357 hollow point rounds. Once again, he smiled. "There has to be a way to turn off the self-destruct sequence" he said. He turned on the computer and searched around on all the files until he came onto one marked "Emergency Procedures". He clicked on it and up came a small screen with a bar, insinuating that a password was required. He typed in all sorts of words: 'Umbrella' 'Alexia' 'Ashford' 'Spencer' 'Raccoon' 'STARS' 'Tyrant' 'S3x0r'; until he finally gave up. He looked around his desk until his gaze fell on the only personal effect on the desk. It was a picture of a woman, he didn't know who, but maybe that didn't matter. He smashed the frame, and checked the back of the picture. Yes! on the back there was writing. 'Dear Gerry, I hope you always remember me. Love, Jasmine'; sweet, but sad. Even if 'Gerry's' mind was still intact, meaning he wasn't a zombie, Karl doubted that a woman was the last thing on his mind right now. He typed 'Jasmine' into the computer and the folder flashed, then opened. Inside it said that, should both the emergency shudders and the self destruct be initiated, the only way to unlock the shudders would be to stop the self destruct sequence then head up to the president's office and pull the emergency lever that was hidden behind his bookcase. There were references to a puzzle that had to be solved in order to stop the sequence, but nothing about what, exactly, it was or how it was to be solved. He scrolled the mouse over the letters as he read them until he got to one of the phrases that said "puzzle must be solved". He scrolled his cursor casually over the phrase and then stopped. He then noticed that it wasn't simply a phrase, but a link. The cursor had changed from the normal arrow, to a finger, indicating a pathway to a different folder or a file. He clicked and it brought up two pictures. One picture was the red Buddha Statue that he had found. There was also a crucifix. Under the pictures it read "Bomb located on Basement Level -4". That was all it said. He didn't know that there was a basement level -4, but he had to defuse the bomb. Then he would find a way to save every uninfected person in the building. He realized that there were greater evils in the building that needed to die, but Umbrella would send a clean-up crew once he got some of the people out, perhaps they were already outside, looking for a way in. He gathered the remainder of the items in his torn duffle bag and strapped it around his shoulder in such a way that they would not escape through the open hole. He entered the next stairwell and headed down to Basement Level -2.
Trent entered the lab knowing exactly what he was going to do. He found the shipment conveyer belt near the back of the first lab, and looked through the boxes for ammunition or guns. He found an M16 A2-M203. This was a basic M16 with an attached Grenade launcher on the bottom. There were 2 magazines strapped to the right side of the stock, and three grenade rounds strapped to the right. He took the broken shotgun out of his bag and placed it down on the table, he didn't need it anymore. He also placed the empty Glock magazines and the Handgun bullets down as well. He loaded a magazine into the gun and searched the rest of the boxes, turning up another magazine and two more explosive rounds. If he was to be going down to the Basement Level -1, he would need all this. By his last count, about 2 days ago, there were roughly 15 Hunters, 10 dogs, and 30 of this new breed of animal that they have just created. They were called Sirens. They took a long time to create because the physical effects of the Virus had to be kept to a minimum in order for the monsters to be most lethal. For you see, the sirens were created by injecting the virus into a live human female. The women, due to control of the virus' effects, would remain beautiful. Through new fields of genetic engineering now capable due to the presence of the T-Virus, scientists could create vocal chords that could produce a high enough frequency to melt your eyeballs; so to speak. After a couple seconds of unprotected exposure, it can weaken the synapses and your nervous system goes out of whack. This meant that Trent needed to find some ear muffs or some cotton wadding to plug his ears up with in order to give him enough time to kill the bitches. They would get close to you with their beauty and then kill you. Purely evil, highly effective on men; DUH!
He entered the stairwell that led to the first Basement Lab Level, and walked down the stairs precariously. He saw 2 dead Hunters in a room in front of him and as he entered he noticed the discarded Magnum on the desk, and the metal box that had been torn to shreds, apparently by the dead Hunter that was clutching it. He looked at the box and recognized the labeling as that of a weapon, headed towards the artillery room. Someone else was down here, with him, and by the looks of the 2 massacred Hunters on the floor; they knew how to take care of themselves. He looked at the monitor on the computer and saw that the previously accessed file was still up. "DAMNIT", he said. Whoever this was now knew how to disarm the 3,000 gallons of napalm strapped to the foundation of the building, designed to take out any traces of a virus in a firestorm. This now meant, instead of simply running to the train, he had to find whoever knew how to disarm it and then destroy any pieces of the apparent puzzle they might have. After smashing the computer, he searched the drawers and found some ear plugs. He pocketed them and headed outside of the small room.
The next stairwell was opposite to the one leading to the floor. He headed across the laboratory floor, precariously, but deciding in the end to take the most direct route to the flight of stairs which involved going past all the 'animal' cages. He figured that the last place the long-imprisoned animals would want to be, once freedom was attained, was their cages. He entered the long corridor, with glass enclosed rooms on each side. Inside, he could see the dark cages; dark because the enraged beasts had smashed out the lights in a rage and, consequently, the windows in order to escape. What came next disturbed him greatly though. He had seen 2 dead Hunters in front of him, about 30 feet away or so, but as he neared he heard a loud THUMP behind him. He turned around and saw that two more hunters land behind him. The bastards had been stalking him! walking on the roof of the small cage room, which didn't quite reach the ceiling of the floor. He turned and darted towards the 2 dead hunters which suddenly came alive. They were smart little buggers. He whipped his rifle around from his back and swept with the line of fire, wreaking havoc on the amphibious mutants as he dove into the cage room. By then, the other 2 hunters had caught up and one promptly jumped through the window of the room and landed in front of him. Lunging towards him, the hunter lost his footing on the shards of glass, giving Trent time enough to empty the remainder of his magazine into the beast. He ejected the clip and grabbed for a new one as one of the other hunters jumped through the door. Trent ducked, but not fast enough. The hunter missed his head, but his back claws raked Trent's back, painfully, as it ran right into the row of cages. Trent backed towards the other end of the dangerously narrow room. He looked out the smashed window and saw a hunter eagerly awaiting him, should he jump out of the room. Wait a sec. where is the other-"AH!" Trent let out a scream as he was kicked heavily in the base of his spine. Spinning around in mid-air, he grabbed the trigger on the grenade launcher section and let fly into the offending hunter. Looking up, he saw the other hunter above him. The hunter, if this were possible, appeared as if he let a smile break through on his wide mouth. He then performed a massive downward slash at Trent's neck and upper torso. Trent rolled to the side, spinning on the ground in order to bring his rifle up into a firing position, which he promptly fired into the beast's chest.
Not out of the fire yet. He jumped through the window, looking around as he crashed through. He heard an odious growl from above and jumped to the side whilst firing. The hunter jumped into the line of fire, getting hit about 10 times in the legs, causing it to fall to the ground. His friend was nowhere to be found. Trent went back to finish the hunter off when something landed on his back. Oh shit. With speed he had never possessed before he whipped the gun around to fire, but he knew he was too late and by the way.Click. His gun was empty. He hoped for a swift death.