Chapter 4
Former STARS member
Sean was on the twenty-fifth floor of the hotel plaza. It would take awhile before he could head down to the basement. All he had was his security issued handgun and fireman's axe. A scream could be heard from a room at the opposite end of the hallway. "Damn!", Sean thought to himself. Grasping his axe, Sean ran towards the door. "C'mon Sean, you gotta make it in time! Lives are at stake.", thinking to himself. Stopping at the door, Sean didn't hesitate a bit as he used the back of his axe.
"Hang in there!", Sean yelled through the door to anybody inside that suite. Quickly, Sean kept whacking the wooden door repeatedly. Pieces of the door started to break away as Sean would stop breaking it to pieces. Most of the door was gone as Sean quickly stepped through. A young girl in her teens curled up in her corner scared out of her mind. She started to shake and cry to see zombies who were formerly her friends.
"Ah, hell no...", Sean said to the zombies. Slowly turning around, the three zombies saw Sean deliver a few whacks of the fireman's axe on their heads. Watching Sean kill off the zombies, the young girl screamed in shock. The zombies quickly fell to the ground; dents, cracks, and other marks formed by the axe.
Looking at the young girl, Sean said, "Looks like your vacation went to hell..." Sean turned away and headed out the room. "Wait, what about me?!", the girl yelled while she was still in tears. Turning back to her, Sean could only say, "You just gotta hang in there. I'm trying to make it out and find help." and walked out of the room.
"Damn, people are gonna have a field day with this...", Sean said to himself. Shaking his head, Sean went to inspect the other rooms. Another room was just broken into, gunfire followed shortly therafter. Upon hearing the gunfire, Sean had to rush towards the scene. Looking in the room, Sean quickly stepped inside before four zombies could make a meal out of one of his coworkers.
"Hey, kitchen's closed! Wait till tomorrow!", yelled Sean as he got up to the zombies. Quickly, Sean pushed them back with the axe handle. Sean gripped the bottom part of the handle with both hands and used his energy and body movment, swinging the axe left and right. After swinging six times, Sean lowered the axe next to his foot and stepped back some. All four zombies laid there with their heads splattered all over the place.
"Sean, what are these things?", the man asked, while his eyes were glued to the zombies.
"Zombies, undead, living dead, walking dead, ressurrected... Take your pick.", replied Sean. A bottle of cold water was standing on the table next to Sean. Grabbing the bottle, Sean took the top off. Placing the bottle to his mouth, Sean chugged the nice refreshing cool water down. The overheating of Sean's body started to decrease. "Ahhhhhhhhh... That feels much better.", said a refreshed Sean as he threw the empty bottle into the trash can.
"Yo, how much ammo you got?", asked Sean.
"About eight clips, why?", the man asked in return.
Looking at his handgun and ammo, Sean looked towards the man. "Yo, gimme three.", Sean said to the man. "I need enough ammo to last me till I get to the basement.", Sean finished with his statement.
The man gave Sean and puzzled look. "The basement?", the man asked Sean.
"Yeah, the basement.", Sean replied to the man's question with a calm look on his face.
"What the hell are you going to do in the basement?", the man questioningly asked Sean.
Looking outside, Sean approached the window to look at the city view. "In the locker room, I have a .45 with lots of ammo and a few grenades. It'll give me a fighting chance to hold off the zombies till help arrives.", he told the man.
"Well, three clips ain't enough.", he told Sean. Opening up his side pouch, he took out five clips and threw them on the bedside. "Take five of the clips.", he said with a smile.
"But, you might need the ammo.", Sean said.
The man continued to dig inside the pouch for other objects. "Nah, I'll be fine.", he replied back to Sean's statement. "I got some other stuff that could prove helpful...", he continued. Taking out a can of chemical spray, Swiss Army Knife, combat knife, and a stun baton; the man tossed them on the bedside. "Sean, you're going to need them."
"Thanks, I really am grateful for this...", Sean told the man.
"It's alright, just survive this until help arrives.", he told Sean. Placing his hand on Sean's left shoulder, he looked him in the eye. "Sean, you're ex-Navy SEAL and ex-STARS. It's time to face your past fears...", he said like a mentor.
"Hearing that from you means a lot.", Sean told the man. Looking at the bedside, Sean picked up the clips of ammo and other items. "And you better hang in there, too...", he said leaving the room.
Turning to the left, he stepped back seeing three maids, whose gowns were stained with blood came running out. Spotting Sean, the three stopped in front of him. Their eyes were wide open, they could hardly talk, just the look of fear and horror in their eyes.
"You, what's wrong?", asked Sean.
Grabbing Sean by the shoulders, one of the maids conjured up the rest of her strength saying, "Sean...it's t..t..ter..r.i..ble...! Everybody is...ripping..e..e..ea..each other into pieces...". Afterwards, the young maid broke down in tears. Looking down, Sean knew he had to console her. "Chill, I got this under control.", Sean told the woman.
Walking towards the direction of where the women ran from, Sean got his handgun ready. Staying in the middle of the hallway, Sean would keep his distance from any nasty surprises that popped out from the doors. Keeping the handgun tight in his hand, Sean proceeded down the hallway with caution.
Doors quickly burst open as zombies came out from their rooms. Looking around, Sean could only say, "Dayam..." Holstering his handgun, Sean took the fireman's axe out. Swinging the axe blade in a 360 degree motion, Sean pushed back most of the zombies while splitting some heads open in the process. Using the top of the axe, Sean jabbed it through the gut of one of the zombies. Pulling it out quickly, Sean raised it upwards and whacked the top of the zombie's head with the blade.
"Come get some!", Sean yelled at the group of hungry zombies. Tripping a zombie, Sean looked down and slammed the back of the axe through the back of its head. Blood and chunks were flying everywhere. With another swing, Sean was able to decapitate one of the other zombies. Another zombie tried to grab Sean, only to have the arms knocked away by his axe. In the process, the arms were quickly cut off.
Bring the axe down on the zombie, Sean made a vertical incisin from its forehead down to the gut. Blood started spewing on the floor as the zombie fell down. Squating down, Sean swung the axe a few more times as another zombie broke in half. Standing up, Sean saw the upper half of the body was still moving. "Lights out.", Sean told the zombie. Lifting his foot up, Sean brought it back down as he stomped on the zombie's head. A crunching and splattering sound followed as Sean made another blood stain on the floor.
Sean swung the axe backwards as the back end jabbed into the right side of a zombie's rib cage. Not having time, Sean took out the combat knife from it's holster. "Yo!", he told the zombie, before jabbing the knife through the forehead. Slowly pulling the knife out, Sean ducked away as blood spewed out from the opening he just made.
"I better get a raise for this...", he jokingly thought to himself. Holstering the knife, Sean yanked the axe from the zombie's ribcage. Sean had his work cut out for him. In front of Sean was a pile of dead and mutilated zombies. These things weren't human anymore. "Damn, I wish you guys were here...", Sean said to himself. He really could use the assistence of Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine right now. But they've gone missing for awhile.
It would be up to Lieutenant Junior Grade Sean Hopper to handle this situation. "They were STARS, and I was in the SEALs.", saying to himself. Sean could remember all the situations he was called in for. He'd have to do with the handguns for now. Sean wished he could get his hands one some powerful weaponry right about now.
"I could go for an MP5, MP7, or an M-249 right about now...", Sean said in his ghetto tone. The floor was cleared of zombies; Sean couldn't waste any time. He'd have to hurry towards the basement as soon as possible.
The elevator doors opened as another group of zombies stepped out. Angrily, Sean took out his handgun and shouted, "I don't have time for you!", and began firing at the group. Aiming for the head area, Sean kept a steady aim and a calm grip. Firing his shots at the zombies, Sean quickly took out the group one by one. As the zombies laid there dead, Sean wasted no time and ran inside the elevator.
Stepping inside, Sean pressed the button to bring him towards the basement. The doors closed immediately, while Sean leaned against one of the side walls and took a breather. "I take that back, I'm quitting after this...", Sean said to himself. Looking above the door, Sean saw the floors countdown. 20, 19, 18, 17, 16, 15, and so on.
"Damn, hurry up...", Sean quietly said to himself. The elevator was slowly descending as it continued to go down towards the basement level. "Alright, almost there...", thinking to himself. Sean would be close to getting his .45 and other personal gear. As the elevator went towards the ninth floor, the elevator made an instant halt. The elevator shook some as Sean lost his balance and stumbled saying, "Whoa!" Getting his balance back, Sean stood there to see what was wrong.
He could feel the elevator rock a bit; Sean knew what could possibly happen next. "Aw nah, hell naw!", he thought to himself. There was an emergency ladder on the side, which Sean quickly climbed upwards through. Pushing the top hatch open, Sean climbed out and make it on top of the elevator. Looking up, it was so far; looking down, it was so far downwards. The elevator car wouldn't stop moving. Looking down, Sean pulled his gloves out from his pocket and placed them on.
"Here goes...", saying out loud to himself as he grabbed the elevator cables. Slowly climbing upwards on the cables, Sean looked down as the elevator car broke off. The elevator car plummeted down to the bottom, where it crashed. A loud crashing and crushing sound was generated along with dust particles. Looking up and down, Sean could tell that this wasn't his night at all. Climbing downward, Sean stopped at the doors opening up to the eighth floor. Holding onto the fireman's axe, Sean slid the blade end in between the doors. Pushing it left and right, Sean used his strength to manually open the doors.
As soon as the doors opened partially, Sean swung upwards and placed his right foot through. Still grabbing the cable, Sean moved forward to use his upper body strength to push the doors further open. Quickly, Sean let go of the cable and leaped through the elevator door. Sean said to himself, "Phew, that was close..." Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Sean stood up and took out his handgun. Sean slowly walked down the hallway as one of the doors opened up. Stepping back some, Sean waited as a woman who has just become a zombie stagger out.
Without hesitation, Sean pulled the trigger and sent two shots into the woman's head. Watching her fall to the ground, Sean assured that she wouldn't have to live the life of an undead zombie. The floor started to shake some immediately after. "What in the...", thinking to himself. Sean would have to leave the floor immediately. Quickly, Sean ran down the hallway as he dodged any incoming zombie on the way. Sean spotted the emergency staircase that headed downwards. Opening the door, the alarm was sounded as he closed it back again. After leaving the eight floor, the ground burst open.
Just in the nick of time, Sean avoided being seen by the Tyrant that crashed upwards through the floor. Hearing the Tyrant's growls, Sean leaned back against the wall taking a few heavy breathers. "The hell is that thing?", asking himself. Sean then continued talking with himself. "First zombies, now Tyrants?", he added with his comments. "The hell? Umbrella must have a facility nearby or underneath.", Sean finished as he took out a bottle of sugar pills. Something told him that he would need that extra burst of energy. Walking down the staircase, Sean looked through the door that went through the seventh floor.
Dead bodies of Sean's co-workers were laying around. Looking down, Sean shook his head; "Damn, they didn't have a fighting chance..." Opening the door, Sean slowly inspected the first body as he kneeled down. Sean remembered the man; he had a loving wife and three children. Rolling his hand into a fist, Sean started punching the ground repeatedly. "Dammit! Why here?", saying to himself. Picking up the clips on the dead body, Sean pocketed them immediately. Sean would need all the ammo that he could get his hands on.
The young man was angry; he knew that he couldn't channel his anger with the handgun, but he sure as hell had his axe. Holding his axe, Sean stood up and inspected the rest of the bodies as he stripped them of all ammunition. Standing up, Sean continued to look around as he approached another functioning elevator. Walking forward, Sean stood there as the elevator stopped in front of him. Holding his axe, Sean waited as the doors opened. Inside, was an Asian man and a Spanish man with guns. Looking at Sean and his bloodied axe, the Asian person quickly aimed his gun at him.
"What the hell? Who are you people?", Sean asked as he backed away some.
The man smirked saying, "I should be asking you the same thing..."
Former STARS member
Sean was on the twenty-fifth floor of the hotel plaza. It would take awhile before he could head down to the basement. All he had was his security issued handgun and fireman's axe. A scream could be heard from a room at the opposite end of the hallway. "Damn!", Sean thought to himself. Grasping his axe, Sean ran towards the door. "C'mon Sean, you gotta make it in time! Lives are at stake.", thinking to himself. Stopping at the door, Sean didn't hesitate a bit as he used the back of his axe.
"Hang in there!", Sean yelled through the door to anybody inside that suite. Quickly, Sean kept whacking the wooden door repeatedly. Pieces of the door started to break away as Sean would stop breaking it to pieces. Most of the door was gone as Sean quickly stepped through. A young girl in her teens curled up in her corner scared out of her mind. She started to shake and cry to see zombies who were formerly her friends.
"Ah, hell no...", Sean said to the zombies. Slowly turning around, the three zombies saw Sean deliver a few whacks of the fireman's axe on their heads. Watching Sean kill off the zombies, the young girl screamed in shock. The zombies quickly fell to the ground; dents, cracks, and other marks formed by the axe.
Looking at the young girl, Sean said, "Looks like your vacation went to hell..." Sean turned away and headed out the room. "Wait, what about me?!", the girl yelled while she was still in tears. Turning back to her, Sean could only say, "You just gotta hang in there. I'm trying to make it out and find help." and walked out of the room.
"Damn, people are gonna have a field day with this...", Sean said to himself. Shaking his head, Sean went to inspect the other rooms. Another room was just broken into, gunfire followed shortly therafter. Upon hearing the gunfire, Sean had to rush towards the scene. Looking in the room, Sean quickly stepped inside before four zombies could make a meal out of one of his coworkers.
"Hey, kitchen's closed! Wait till tomorrow!", yelled Sean as he got up to the zombies. Quickly, Sean pushed them back with the axe handle. Sean gripped the bottom part of the handle with both hands and used his energy and body movment, swinging the axe left and right. After swinging six times, Sean lowered the axe next to his foot and stepped back some. All four zombies laid there with their heads splattered all over the place.
"Sean, what are these things?", the man asked, while his eyes were glued to the zombies.
"Zombies, undead, living dead, walking dead, ressurrected... Take your pick.", replied Sean. A bottle of cold water was standing on the table next to Sean. Grabbing the bottle, Sean took the top off. Placing the bottle to his mouth, Sean chugged the nice refreshing cool water down. The overheating of Sean's body started to decrease. "Ahhhhhhhhh... That feels much better.", said a refreshed Sean as he threw the empty bottle into the trash can.
"Yo, how much ammo you got?", asked Sean.
"About eight clips, why?", the man asked in return.
Looking at his handgun and ammo, Sean looked towards the man. "Yo, gimme three.", Sean said to the man. "I need enough ammo to last me till I get to the basement.", Sean finished with his statement.
The man gave Sean and puzzled look. "The basement?", the man asked Sean.
"Yeah, the basement.", Sean replied to the man's question with a calm look on his face.
"What the hell are you going to do in the basement?", the man questioningly asked Sean.
Looking outside, Sean approached the window to look at the city view. "In the locker room, I have a .45 with lots of ammo and a few grenades. It'll give me a fighting chance to hold off the zombies till help arrives.", he told the man.
"Well, three clips ain't enough.", he told Sean. Opening up his side pouch, he took out five clips and threw them on the bedside. "Take five of the clips.", he said with a smile.
"But, you might need the ammo.", Sean said.
The man continued to dig inside the pouch for other objects. "Nah, I'll be fine.", he replied back to Sean's statement. "I got some other stuff that could prove helpful...", he continued. Taking out a can of chemical spray, Swiss Army Knife, combat knife, and a stun baton; the man tossed them on the bedside. "Sean, you're going to need them."
"Thanks, I really am grateful for this...", Sean told the man.
"It's alright, just survive this until help arrives.", he told Sean. Placing his hand on Sean's left shoulder, he looked him in the eye. "Sean, you're ex-Navy SEAL and ex-STARS. It's time to face your past fears...", he said like a mentor.
"Hearing that from you means a lot.", Sean told the man. Looking at the bedside, Sean picked up the clips of ammo and other items. "And you better hang in there, too...", he said leaving the room.
Turning to the left, he stepped back seeing three maids, whose gowns were stained with blood came running out. Spotting Sean, the three stopped in front of him. Their eyes were wide open, they could hardly talk, just the look of fear and horror in their eyes.
"You, what's wrong?", asked Sean.
Grabbing Sean by the shoulders, one of the maids conjured up the rest of her strength saying, "Sean...it's t..t..ter..r.i..ble...! Everybody is...ripping..e..e..ea..each other into pieces...". Afterwards, the young maid broke down in tears. Looking down, Sean knew he had to console her. "Chill, I got this under control.", Sean told the woman.
Walking towards the direction of where the women ran from, Sean got his handgun ready. Staying in the middle of the hallway, Sean would keep his distance from any nasty surprises that popped out from the doors. Keeping the handgun tight in his hand, Sean proceeded down the hallway with caution.
Doors quickly burst open as zombies came out from their rooms. Looking around, Sean could only say, "Dayam..." Holstering his handgun, Sean took the fireman's axe out. Swinging the axe blade in a 360 degree motion, Sean pushed back most of the zombies while splitting some heads open in the process. Using the top of the axe, Sean jabbed it through the gut of one of the zombies. Pulling it out quickly, Sean raised it upwards and whacked the top of the zombie's head with the blade.
"Come get some!", Sean yelled at the group of hungry zombies. Tripping a zombie, Sean looked down and slammed the back of the axe through the back of its head. Blood and chunks were flying everywhere. With another swing, Sean was able to decapitate one of the other zombies. Another zombie tried to grab Sean, only to have the arms knocked away by his axe. In the process, the arms were quickly cut off.
Bring the axe down on the zombie, Sean made a vertical incisin from its forehead down to the gut. Blood started spewing on the floor as the zombie fell down. Squating down, Sean swung the axe a few more times as another zombie broke in half. Standing up, Sean saw the upper half of the body was still moving. "Lights out.", Sean told the zombie. Lifting his foot up, Sean brought it back down as he stomped on the zombie's head. A crunching and splattering sound followed as Sean made another blood stain on the floor.
Sean swung the axe backwards as the back end jabbed into the right side of a zombie's rib cage. Not having time, Sean took out the combat knife from it's holster. "Yo!", he told the zombie, before jabbing the knife through the forehead. Slowly pulling the knife out, Sean ducked away as blood spewed out from the opening he just made.
"I better get a raise for this...", he jokingly thought to himself. Holstering the knife, Sean yanked the axe from the zombie's ribcage. Sean had his work cut out for him. In front of Sean was a pile of dead and mutilated zombies. These things weren't human anymore. "Damn, I wish you guys were here...", Sean said to himself. He really could use the assistence of Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine right now. But they've gone missing for awhile.
It would be up to Lieutenant Junior Grade Sean Hopper to handle this situation. "They were STARS, and I was in the SEALs.", saying to himself. Sean could remember all the situations he was called in for. He'd have to do with the handguns for now. Sean wished he could get his hands one some powerful weaponry right about now.
"I could go for an MP5, MP7, or an M-249 right about now...", Sean said in his ghetto tone. The floor was cleared of zombies; Sean couldn't waste any time. He'd have to hurry towards the basement as soon as possible.
The elevator doors opened as another group of zombies stepped out. Angrily, Sean took out his handgun and shouted, "I don't have time for you!", and began firing at the group. Aiming for the head area, Sean kept a steady aim and a calm grip. Firing his shots at the zombies, Sean quickly took out the group one by one. As the zombies laid there dead, Sean wasted no time and ran inside the elevator.
Stepping inside, Sean pressed the button to bring him towards the basement. The doors closed immediately, while Sean leaned against one of the side walls and took a breather. "I take that back, I'm quitting after this...", Sean said to himself. Looking above the door, Sean saw the floors countdown. 20, 19, 18, 17, 16, 15, and so on.
"Damn, hurry up...", Sean quietly said to himself. The elevator was slowly descending as it continued to go down towards the basement level. "Alright, almost there...", thinking to himself. Sean would be close to getting his .45 and other personal gear. As the elevator went towards the ninth floor, the elevator made an instant halt. The elevator shook some as Sean lost his balance and stumbled saying, "Whoa!" Getting his balance back, Sean stood there to see what was wrong.
He could feel the elevator rock a bit; Sean knew what could possibly happen next. "Aw nah, hell naw!", he thought to himself. There was an emergency ladder on the side, which Sean quickly climbed upwards through. Pushing the top hatch open, Sean climbed out and make it on top of the elevator. Looking up, it was so far; looking down, it was so far downwards. The elevator car wouldn't stop moving. Looking down, Sean pulled his gloves out from his pocket and placed them on.
"Here goes...", saying out loud to himself as he grabbed the elevator cables. Slowly climbing upwards on the cables, Sean looked down as the elevator car broke off. The elevator car plummeted down to the bottom, where it crashed. A loud crashing and crushing sound was generated along with dust particles. Looking up and down, Sean could tell that this wasn't his night at all. Climbing downward, Sean stopped at the doors opening up to the eighth floor. Holding onto the fireman's axe, Sean slid the blade end in between the doors. Pushing it left and right, Sean used his strength to manually open the doors.
As soon as the doors opened partially, Sean swung upwards and placed his right foot through. Still grabbing the cable, Sean moved forward to use his upper body strength to push the doors further open. Quickly, Sean let go of the cable and leaped through the elevator door. Sean said to himself, "Phew, that was close..." Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Sean stood up and took out his handgun. Sean slowly walked down the hallway as one of the doors opened up. Stepping back some, Sean waited as a woman who has just become a zombie stagger out.
Without hesitation, Sean pulled the trigger and sent two shots into the woman's head. Watching her fall to the ground, Sean assured that she wouldn't have to live the life of an undead zombie. The floor started to shake some immediately after. "What in the...", thinking to himself. Sean would have to leave the floor immediately. Quickly, Sean ran down the hallway as he dodged any incoming zombie on the way. Sean spotted the emergency staircase that headed downwards. Opening the door, the alarm was sounded as he closed it back again. After leaving the eight floor, the ground burst open.
Just in the nick of time, Sean avoided being seen by the Tyrant that crashed upwards through the floor. Hearing the Tyrant's growls, Sean leaned back against the wall taking a few heavy breathers. "The hell is that thing?", asking himself. Sean then continued talking with himself. "First zombies, now Tyrants?", he added with his comments. "The hell? Umbrella must have a facility nearby or underneath.", Sean finished as he took out a bottle of sugar pills. Something told him that he would need that extra burst of energy. Walking down the staircase, Sean looked through the door that went through the seventh floor.
Dead bodies of Sean's co-workers were laying around. Looking down, Sean shook his head; "Damn, they didn't have a fighting chance..." Opening the door, Sean slowly inspected the first body as he kneeled down. Sean remembered the man; he had a loving wife and three children. Rolling his hand into a fist, Sean started punching the ground repeatedly. "Dammit! Why here?", saying to himself. Picking up the clips on the dead body, Sean pocketed them immediately. Sean would need all the ammo that he could get his hands on.
The young man was angry; he knew that he couldn't channel his anger with the handgun, but he sure as hell had his axe. Holding his axe, Sean stood up and inspected the rest of the bodies as he stripped them of all ammunition. Standing up, Sean continued to look around as he approached another functioning elevator. Walking forward, Sean stood there as the elevator stopped in front of him. Holding his axe, Sean waited as the doors opened. Inside, was an Asian man and a Spanish man with guns. Looking at Sean and his bloodied axe, the Asian person quickly aimed his gun at him.
"What the hell? Who are you people?", Sean asked as he backed away some.
The man smirked saying, "I should be asking you the same thing..."