Frozen Thoughts
When I was young I always wanted go south. I thought I would be in a southern land, on a warm beach with hot babes around me. Fuck, my dreams came half true. I work for a bio corporation in a secret lab... in South Pole!
And chances are that I won't make out of it alive. Last week there was this emergency alarm and every door was shut. I stood alone in the fourth basement for about twenty minutes before I was delivered by men in spacesuits. I asked what happened, but they didn't answer. Instead they put me in that fuckin' cell and I don't know anything.
Tonight I'll try something. The only time of the day that they open the door is to feed us. I say 'us' because I imagine I must not be the only one imprisonned. Maybe it is this ennemy corporation to umbrella that sir Ashford was talking about. They sure attacked the base to get the virus. But why stay here so long and why keep us alive?
That's it, that's the moment. I'm hearing the guy in the corridor. He's bringing me some food. As he opens the cell, I jump on him and we roll together on the cement floor. But wait, he's not wearing a suit anymore. And he's not an ennemy, he's John, my work friend.
-What are you doing here? I ask him. You saved my ass anyway. Who are these guys that attacked us?
-No one attacked us, he answers. There's been an outbreak of the virus we were working on. Everybody's sick. We will all turn into zombies. So I free you so you can try and escape from this hell.
He's looking pale. He gives me a gun, wishing me good luck and suddenly blacks out. Now I see how sick he is. Soon he'll turn into a mindless monster, like the poor citizens of that mid-western US town, Raccoon City. I won't. I'm still alive, and aparently not ill, so I have to get out of here.
I'm now walking through a large corridor and I'm fucking cold. I went to my room to take my jacket, but there seems to have been a hole in the structure, so everything here is frozen. My little jacket is worth nothing against the lethal low temperature of the south pole. For now, I have shot three researchers who were already mindless things. Zombies are not so bad to deal with, once you've understood that you have too shoot people you were working with, only days ago. But I heard something else, some inhuman shout. And if the beast don't kill me, the cold will.
Here's one comming. It is walking slower than the others were. It seems to be frozen. As I shoot it in the face, I can see it is. Instead of exploding in a disgusting 'splash', it went into pieces, and just felt on the floor without a blood stain.
Now here's the sound again. I've heard a legend about It. It's called Nosferatu and it was once an Ashford. Alexia made an experiment on him and turned him into that failure. Impossible to control, it has been exilated to Basement 12. It seems to have found its way up here.
I went to the airport. I will take one of these helicopters and fly to South America, from where I will go home and forget everything about Umbrella.
But before I could reach the nearest vehicule, Nosferatu came out of the floor, tearing the cement appart. It is beautiful. I've never seen a real B.O.W. in my life. But now I know that all my efforts in dooing my job were usefull. Even if it's not my accomplishment, I hope to do better one day. For now I have to run.
But as I jump behind an amount of boxes to hide, Nosferatu has already noticed me. And he's here, planting his claws in my back, procuring me uncomparable suffering. And my last thought goes to the coldness of the frozen cement floor.
When I was young I always wanted go south. I thought I would be in a southern land, on a warm beach with hot babes around me. Fuck, my dreams came half true. I work for a bio corporation in a secret lab... in South Pole!
And chances are that I won't make out of it alive. Last week there was this emergency alarm and every door was shut. I stood alone in the fourth basement for about twenty minutes before I was delivered by men in spacesuits. I asked what happened, but they didn't answer. Instead they put me in that fuckin' cell and I don't know anything.
Tonight I'll try something. The only time of the day that they open the door is to feed us. I say 'us' because I imagine I must not be the only one imprisonned. Maybe it is this ennemy corporation to umbrella that sir Ashford was talking about. They sure attacked the base to get the virus. But why stay here so long and why keep us alive?
That's it, that's the moment. I'm hearing the guy in the corridor. He's bringing me some food. As he opens the cell, I jump on him and we roll together on the cement floor. But wait, he's not wearing a suit anymore. And he's not an ennemy, he's John, my work friend.
-What are you doing here? I ask him. You saved my ass anyway. Who are these guys that attacked us?
-No one attacked us, he answers. There's been an outbreak of the virus we were working on. Everybody's sick. We will all turn into zombies. So I free you so you can try and escape from this hell.
He's looking pale. He gives me a gun, wishing me good luck and suddenly blacks out. Now I see how sick he is. Soon he'll turn into a mindless monster, like the poor citizens of that mid-western US town, Raccoon City. I won't. I'm still alive, and aparently not ill, so I have to get out of here.
I'm now walking through a large corridor and I'm fucking cold. I went to my room to take my jacket, but there seems to have been a hole in the structure, so everything here is frozen. My little jacket is worth nothing against the lethal low temperature of the south pole. For now, I have shot three researchers who were already mindless things. Zombies are not so bad to deal with, once you've understood that you have too shoot people you were working with, only days ago. But I heard something else, some inhuman shout. And if the beast don't kill me, the cold will.
Here's one comming. It is walking slower than the others were. It seems to be frozen. As I shoot it in the face, I can see it is. Instead of exploding in a disgusting 'splash', it went into pieces, and just felt on the floor without a blood stain.
Now here's the sound again. I've heard a legend about It. It's called Nosferatu and it was once an Ashford. Alexia made an experiment on him and turned him into that failure. Impossible to control, it has been exilated to Basement 12. It seems to have found its way up here.
I went to the airport. I will take one of these helicopters and fly to South America, from where I will go home and forget everything about Umbrella.
But before I could reach the nearest vehicule, Nosferatu came out of the floor, tearing the cement appart. It is beautiful. I've never seen a real B.O.W. in my life. But now I know that all my efforts in dooing my job were usefull. Even if it's not my accomplishment, I hope to do better one day. For now I have to run.
But as I jump behind an amount of boxes to hide, Nosferatu has already noticed me. And he's here, planting his claws in my back, procuring me uncomparable suffering. And my last thought goes to the coldness of the frozen cement floor.