I don't own Resident Evil.
Now things should begin to pick up a bit. Sorry to all those action fans that have put up with the drama so far (if there are any action fans reading this.)
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The next morning was D-Day. Everyone was extremely nervous, and David hoped they wouldn't remain that way all day--they needed to concentrate if they were going to pull this off. At 2:00 they began loading the cars, then they took a nap until 7. Then they got into the cars and began the long drive to the facility. At 9:30 they reached the outskirts of town, and prepared to face off with some gross and dangerous monsters. If they had known half of what was to come, they would've aborted the mission immediately. But they didn't know--yet.
After much debating about where to park, they decided on the original place- -about three miles away at the edge of the unnaturally quiet town. Claire, Leon, Jill, and Carlos were reminded of Raccoon City and shivered despite the warm night. Chris instantly took charge, reminding everyone of their jobs.
"Remember--if you rode in my car, you're going in. If you didn't, then you'll come about halfway with us, then wait."
Everyone nodded and loaded up. After everyone was armed to the teeth, they set off, hoping to encounter few difficulties. Their illusions were quickly shattered (big surprise) as they heard the sound that had plagued their dreams since this nightmare had begun: the soulless moan of a zombie.
"Oh, no SHIT!" Jill yelled, and everyone felt the same way.
Barry opened fire, shouting, "We'll get this taken care of! Just go, you'll need your ammo for the lab!"
When Chris hesitated, John agreed with Barry. "Just GO, goddammit! We can take care of a few zombies by ourselves, thank you very much!"
Chris nodded, and he and his team disappeared, running for the lab that suddenly seemed a lot farther away.
Wesker was in shock. Umbrella didn't seem to have any control over their research, but they still kept at it because they were bored and didn't care what happened to people they considered inferior. Umbrella's apparent lack of morals had been the main reason he had decided to double-cross them. Suddenly, Wesker was jerked out of his thoughts as he heard a zombie moan hungrily from about a foot away. Wesker tried to dodge it, but it followed him--at an amazingly fast pace.
They've made them faster, he thought.
These zombies were pretty disgusting, skin sliding off to show decayed muscles and horribly deformed bone, but the little bastards were fast. Wesker dodged another one and saw a welcome sight--the Umbrella facility.
"Come on, guys! We're almost there!" he shouted, and was almost at the door when he noticed Claire was surrounded by zombies and was about to be eaten.
He ran towards her, snapping zombie necks and involuntarily wincing as they putrid, decaying skin slid off onto his hands. Once he'd cleared a path, Wekser grabbed Claire and slung her over his shoulder, running back towards the door. He didn't let her go until the door was securely locked behind them.
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Review to see why exactly Wesker saved Claire.
Now things should begin to pick up a bit. Sorry to all those action fans that have put up with the drama so far (if there are any action fans reading this.)
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The next morning was D-Day. Everyone was extremely nervous, and David hoped they wouldn't remain that way all day--they needed to concentrate if they were going to pull this off. At 2:00 they began loading the cars, then they took a nap until 7. Then they got into the cars and began the long drive to the facility. At 9:30 they reached the outskirts of town, and prepared to face off with some gross and dangerous monsters. If they had known half of what was to come, they would've aborted the mission immediately. But they didn't know--yet.
After much debating about where to park, they decided on the original place- -about three miles away at the edge of the unnaturally quiet town. Claire, Leon, Jill, and Carlos were reminded of Raccoon City and shivered despite the warm night. Chris instantly took charge, reminding everyone of their jobs.
"Remember--if you rode in my car, you're going in. If you didn't, then you'll come about halfway with us, then wait."
Everyone nodded and loaded up. After everyone was armed to the teeth, they set off, hoping to encounter few difficulties. Their illusions were quickly shattered (big surprise) as they heard the sound that had plagued their dreams since this nightmare had begun: the soulless moan of a zombie.
"Oh, no SHIT!" Jill yelled, and everyone felt the same way.
Barry opened fire, shouting, "We'll get this taken care of! Just go, you'll need your ammo for the lab!"
When Chris hesitated, John agreed with Barry. "Just GO, goddammit! We can take care of a few zombies by ourselves, thank you very much!"
Chris nodded, and he and his team disappeared, running for the lab that suddenly seemed a lot farther away.
Wesker was in shock. Umbrella didn't seem to have any control over their research, but they still kept at it because they were bored and didn't care what happened to people they considered inferior. Umbrella's apparent lack of morals had been the main reason he had decided to double-cross them. Suddenly, Wesker was jerked out of his thoughts as he heard a zombie moan hungrily from about a foot away. Wesker tried to dodge it, but it followed him--at an amazingly fast pace.
They've made them faster, he thought.
These zombies were pretty disgusting, skin sliding off to show decayed muscles and horribly deformed bone, but the little bastards were fast. Wesker dodged another one and saw a welcome sight--the Umbrella facility.
"Come on, guys! We're almost there!" he shouted, and was almost at the door when he noticed Claire was surrounded by zombies and was about to be eaten.
He ran towards her, snapping zombie necks and involuntarily wincing as they putrid, decaying skin slid off onto his hands. Once he'd cleared a path, Wekser grabbed Claire and slung her over his shoulder, running back towards the door. He didn't let her go until the door was securely locked behind them.
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Review to see why exactly Wesker saved Claire.