The screech was growing louder and louder. As the source came toward me I
screamed. I couldn't see it but I could feel it wrap something around my
neck. It was trying to strangle me! I stared trying to scream wildly.
"Jamie!" I heard someone yell. It was as thought they were far away.
"Jamie!" it said again. This time I could make it out. It was Xavier's voice. "Wake up!" he said.
I got up and shook myself awake. I looked around. I had woken everyone up. I felt my face redden in embarrassment as all their eyes watched my every move.
"Sorry," I said meekly.
"Jamie what was wrong with you?" Keith asked.
"Nothing," I said, "just a bad dream."
I could tell no one believed that, but they didn't inquire any further. As I sat up I noticed that the mess from last night's incident, and, to my great surprise, some laptops were sitting around the table.
"Where on Earth did you find those?" I asked, incredulously.
"I was digging through the drawers of that cabinet," he motioned to a large desk in the corner, and then continued, "and we came upon them. It was pure luck really." Said Xavier.
"Do they have the internet?" I asked.
"I don't know," Xavier replied, "Eric is over there trying to find the answer to that question right now."
Eric turned away from his computer looking triumphant, "I am connected to the internet!" He exclaimed, "what! Oh my God it doesn't let me go past Umbrella's homepage!"
Eric was about to log off but I said, "Wait a minute, maybe we can obtain some information from this WebPages."
I started clicking some links. Most of them required a password, which I didn't have. Finally I found one that just let me in. The page was entitled T-Virus.
Welcome newcomers to Umbrella! We suggest you read this page before starting your exciting new job. The front of Umbrella is a pharmaceutical company. In truth we are leading research in biological weapons. These aren't your average viruses though. The T-virus infects the host and mutates the being's shape, size, and intelligence. It turns whatever the infected being is to a weapon of destruction.
The next page was entitled the I-Virus.
The I-virus is an exclusive study to the South American facility. When used properly the infected one becomes a biological weapon as always but keeps enough of his or her intelligence to follow complex orders. The being is totally obedient to its master. This makes the perfect fighting machine. Unfortunately beings already infected with the T-Virus cannot be used as test subjects for this new virus. That is all for your briefing. We hope you are a loyal employee.
"Wow," said Sarah, awestruck at the news. Everyone here had heard about the T-virus on the news, along with the G-virus (Nemesis) and the T-Veronica virus that killed the child genius Alexia, but this new I-virus scared us.
I started thinking then broke the silence, "Guys there is nothing to worry about. Even if these zombies are intelligent they need someone to issue them orders. I haven't seen someone around here other than us." There was on vital flaw to this and I knew everyone could see it.
"If no one is around to control these zombies then who was it that took Chris, Claire, and Jill?" Sarah asked, as though I was stupid.
I sighed. Who or what is controlling zombies? How can one bend his or her mind to take over undead? The thoughts scared and intrigued me at the same time, but we had no time to wasted trying to figure out what this was all about. It was time to press n and everyone knew it.
I got up off the floor and began packing the lap tops into my bag, "You never know,' I said.
As I left the Infirmary I felt the last safe feeling I had felt in a long time. The hall was long and dark. An ominous feeling came over me as Keith began to open a door that read "Information." I felt around my holster for my handgun. I didn't feel it. Panicking I started to sweat and whisper curses under my breath. Light was reflecting of something in the middle of the hall. Somehow I knew it was my gun. I walked up to and bent over to pick it up.
"AHHHHHH!" I screamed. The freaking Hunters had set a trap for me! How could these things be that intelligent?
The group, Xavier in the lead, was rushing over to help me out. Xavier shot a few fruitless shots at the Hunter. It was like poking an angry dog with a stick. This tactic did distract the adversary from me long enough to get to my feet.
I lead the group down the hall back to the information room. I opened the door fast and as soon as everyone was inside, slammed it shut. I quickly locked and barricaded the door. The Hunters could be heard slamming their scaly bodies against the door. Everyone let out a long low sigh.
Sarah began to weep softly. David kneeled down next to her to try and comfort her. "What's wrong, Sarah?"
"I'm just so scared," she replied, "all of these monsters were created for a reason, and that reason seems to be to kill us."
David continued to try and make her feel better, "Don't worry. We are all in this together."
"David's right, " Keith said, "We will stick together through this whole ordeal. We won't split up or get separated from each other."
Keith's words made me feel good as well. I was glad the group agreed that splitting up would be a bad idea. I never understood why people in horror movies would split up saying "if you find anything meet me back here" when they have no means of communication.
I was currently searching for a light switch when a familiar voice said "You've Got Mail." Everyone in the room jumped a foot in the air from the surprise. Eric took the laptop that had spoken out of my bag and started skimming through the E-Mail.
"This is from the President of the United States!" Eric exclaimed awestruck. He read the message to us:
To Aaron Flint,
Since the unfortunate incidents in Raccoon City, Sheena Island, and Rock Fort Island I must ask that your corporation be temporarily shut down. I understand that his my aggravate you but as it is widely believed Umbrella had some connection to these bizarre murders I feel that this step is a necessary precaution. In two weeks time my men will be at the South America facility to make sure it has been shut down properly.
Sincerely,
George W. Bush.
"Jamie!" I heard someone yell. It was as thought they were far away.
"Jamie!" it said again. This time I could make it out. It was Xavier's voice. "Wake up!" he said.
I got up and shook myself awake. I looked around. I had woken everyone up. I felt my face redden in embarrassment as all their eyes watched my every move.
"Sorry," I said meekly.
"Jamie what was wrong with you?" Keith asked.
"Nothing," I said, "just a bad dream."
I could tell no one believed that, but they didn't inquire any further. As I sat up I noticed that the mess from last night's incident, and, to my great surprise, some laptops were sitting around the table.
"Where on Earth did you find those?" I asked, incredulously.
"I was digging through the drawers of that cabinet," he motioned to a large desk in the corner, and then continued, "and we came upon them. It was pure luck really." Said Xavier.
"Do they have the internet?" I asked.
"I don't know," Xavier replied, "Eric is over there trying to find the answer to that question right now."
Eric turned away from his computer looking triumphant, "I am connected to the internet!" He exclaimed, "what! Oh my God it doesn't let me go past Umbrella's homepage!"
Eric was about to log off but I said, "Wait a minute, maybe we can obtain some information from this WebPages."
I started clicking some links. Most of them required a password, which I didn't have. Finally I found one that just let me in. The page was entitled T-Virus.
Welcome newcomers to Umbrella! We suggest you read this page before starting your exciting new job. The front of Umbrella is a pharmaceutical company. In truth we are leading research in biological weapons. These aren't your average viruses though. The T-virus infects the host and mutates the being's shape, size, and intelligence. It turns whatever the infected being is to a weapon of destruction.
The next page was entitled the I-Virus.
The I-virus is an exclusive study to the South American facility. When used properly the infected one becomes a biological weapon as always but keeps enough of his or her intelligence to follow complex orders. The being is totally obedient to its master. This makes the perfect fighting machine. Unfortunately beings already infected with the T-Virus cannot be used as test subjects for this new virus. That is all for your briefing. We hope you are a loyal employee.
"Wow," said Sarah, awestruck at the news. Everyone here had heard about the T-virus on the news, along with the G-virus (Nemesis) and the T-Veronica virus that killed the child genius Alexia, but this new I-virus scared us.
I started thinking then broke the silence, "Guys there is nothing to worry about. Even if these zombies are intelligent they need someone to issue them orders. I haven't seen someone around here other than us." There was on vital flaw to this and I knew everyone could see it.
"If no one is around to control these zombies then who was it that took Chris, Claire, and Jill?" Sarah asked, as though I was stupid.
I sighed. Who or what is controlling zombies? How can one bend his or her mind to take over undead? The thoughts scared and intrigued me at the same time, but we had no time to wasted trying to figure out what this was all about. It was time to press n and everyone knew it.
I got up off the floor and began packing the lap tops into my bag, "You never know,' I said.
As I left the Infirmary I felt the last safe feeling I had felt in a long time. The hall was long and dark. An ominous feeling came over me as Keith began to open a door that read "Information." I felt around my holster for my handgun. I didn't feel it. Panicking I started to sweat and whisper curses under my breath. Light was reflecting of something in the middle of the hall. Somehow I knew it was my gun. I walked up to and bent over to pick it up.
"AHHHHHH!" I screamed. The freaking Hunters had set a trap for me! How could these things be that intelligent?
The group, Xavier in the lead, was rushing over to help me out. Xavier shot a few fruitless shots at the Hunter. It was like poking an angry dog with a stick. This tactic did distract the adversary from me long enough to get to my feet.
I lead the group down the hall back to the information room. I opened the door fast and as soon as everyone was inside, slammed it shut. I quickly locked and barricaded the door. The Hunters could be heard slamming their scaly bodies against the door. Everyone let out a long low sigh.
Sarah began to weep softly. David kneeled down next to her to try and comfort her. "What's wrong, Sarah?"
"I'm just so scared," she replied, "all of these monsters were created for a reason, and that reason seems to be to kill us."
David continued to try and make her feel better, "Don't worry. We are all in this together."
"David's right, " Keith said, "We will stick together through this whole ordeal. We won't split up or get separated from each other."
Keith's words made me feel good as well. I was glad the group agreed that splitting up would be a bad idea. I never understood why people in horror movies would split up saying "if you find anything meet me back here" when they have no means of communication.
I was currently searching for a light switch when a familiar voice said "You've Got Mail." Everyone in the room jumped a foot in the air from the surprise. Eric took the laptop that had spoken out of my bag and started skimming through the E-Mail.
"This is from the President of the United States!" Eric exclaimed awestruck. He read the message to us:
To Aaron Flint,
Since the unfortunate incidents in Raccoon City, Sheena Island, and Rock Fort Island I must ask that your corporation be temporarily shut down. I understand that his my aggravate you but as it is widely believed Umbrella had some connection to these bizarre murders I feel that this step is a necessary precaution. In two weeks time my men will be at the South America facility to make sure it has been shut down properly.
Sincerely,
George W. Bush.