Resident Evil: Return of a Nightmare
Chapter 7
By Windra
Rachel was sitting her office, typing on the computer and scoping over the reports of the T-Virus carriers with disgust. She sighed and closed out of the program, leaning back on her chair and staring at the ceiling, trying to find a way to pass the time.
That's when, out of the corner of her eye and through the large window on the wall by the door, she saw somebody running past the room. She had gotten a good enough glance to see who it was.
[I]Damien.[/I]
He was running down the halls with a gun in his hand, a wide grin spread across his face and a maniacal look in his eyes. Rachel had run out of her office to ask what was going on, but, one minute after she exited her office, the air-locked cages that held the T-Virus carriers opened. She heard moans and screams of various monsters, shambling and leaping out of their dungeons.
And less than a second later, screams filled the facility.
Blood began to splatter on the wall as people tried in vain to get away from the beasts, but only found themselves getting killed. Hunters and Chimeras darted through the area, impaling anything that got in their way with their claws before devouring them. The human carriers tore into the scientists as they screamed until their bodies hung limp. Some of the researchers were able to get out of the area, but only a few made it...
...Well, until they got into the next room over, which contained the Jumping Recluses and Vipers.
And Rachel could have sworn she heard the low, loud roar of Cougra from far off...
[I]What the hell's happening?![/I]
There was a screech to her right, and she turned to see a beast stepping slowly towards her.
The thing almost resembled a mutated frog because of its shape, and the long, rounded mouth, but the resemblance ended there. It slimey, forest green skin pealed in some places, revealing the shimmering dead flesh inside. Blood trickled down its body, and its small, yellow reptillian eyes stared at her in hunger. Its muscular arms, which were so long that the webbed talons at the tips of them touched the floor, were pulled back, ready to strike as it opened its fang filled mouth to emit a loud screech.
[I]A Hunter Gamma.[/I]
The monster leapt forward, its claws ready to swipe her head clean off-
-and fell backwards as Rachel pulled her Beretta off of her belt and fired a single shot into its skull. Its body fell to the ground, spasiming before it was completely still. Rachel stepped over the body and looked up.
[I]So Damien's finally lost it...[/I]
She felt as if her heart was being ripped apart when she heard all those people scream and die in front of her.
Then she remembered the three prisoners from downstairs. They had to be alive, right? No monster could slip through those bars, except for baby Vipers and Jumping Recluses...
That was it, then. She had to let those three loose and then they would get the hell out of the Umbrella facility. Growling, she began to run towards a door to that would lead to the 'dungeon', as they called it, looking back at the people she was leaving behind.
Most of the people were dead or dying on the floor, being torn apart by the undead beasts. Those who weren't had become infected because of the wounds they recieved from the virus carriers, and were dying slowly, but surely. Others went to fetch vaccines or to get out of the facility, and scampered to various parts of the building. But most were weaponless, they wouldn't last long.
Rachel silently swore that she would avenge their deaths, and the broken hearts of others. Silently, she treaded through the door with only one thought in her mind.
Damien had gone too far.
**********
Brad was fast asleep, haunting visions of the past filling his dreams. Zombies, undead beasts, the ruin of Raccoon City, Umbrella. All of the images from past experiences were trapped in his mind as if painted there. Then something else came to haunt him.
He could dimly hear screams from other people, and something that sounded like beastly moans of the undead.
iAnd that smell.../i
He was beginning to think he was hallucinating when a shrill scream pierced the air from across his cell.
Rowan's cell...
Brad opened his eyes quickly and looked towards her cell. Rowan was huddled in the corner of the room on her small cot, hugging her legs and shaking. Her eyes were wide and her face was as pale as a sheet.
And when he saw what was standing in front of her cell, he couldn't blame her.
At first he thought it was just the gaurd that dragged him to and from Damien's office, but when he saw the blood staining his uniform and hands, his skin dry and peeling, revealing shimmering patches of bone and flesh as blood trickled from the wounds, and could smell the sickly scent of rotten bile and sour milk, it was quite obvious what it was.
[I]A zombie...? The hell?![/I]
Brad could feel his stomach turn as the thing turned to face him, its blood-brimmed glazed eyes staring at him with eternal hunger. His face drained of color as well, and he blinked as he slowly stood up.
From the cell next to him, he could hear Justin gasp as he awoke from his soundly sleep.
"Holy SHIT!!" Justin screamed, making the zombie's attention turn to him.
It shambled towards the former Umbrella employee's cell and pressed its head against bars, moaning as it stretched its arms through the spaces between the bulks of steel. Justin let out a long string of curses as it did.
And then all was silent.
From the open door leading out of the prison, they could hear gunfire of someone who was approaching their area. Something hit the ground with a gurgling moan, and a woman entered the room, firing a single shot from her gun at the zombie in front of Justin's cell, nailing it between the eyes and causing it to fall. She walked up to the cells and looked at them, and Brad was able to see what she looked like.
The woman was around his age and wore a pair of black jeans, an open lab coat, revealing the dark red tee-shirt underneath, and held a standard Beretta in her right hand. She had long, chestnut brown hair that went down to the center of her back, as well as piercing green eyes that seemed to sparkle. She was actually very beaut-
[I]Snap out of it, Brad!! Now's not the time![/I]
Brad blinked slowly and she began to pull a set of keys from the dead gaurd's body, and went to unlock the cells. Rowan and Justin were freed and stood by the side, a look of shock over their faces.
"Who are you?" Brad managed to choke out as she got to his cell.
She looked up and smiled, and he could have sworn he saw something flash across her eyes when she made eye contact with him. Rowan looked at him from across the room and seemed to have read his mind, for she gave a grin when she saw the look on his face.
"The name's Rachel Kinston," she whispered. "Umbrella...er...[I]ex[/I]-Umbrella researcher. I'm here to help you."
Rachel opened the cell door and Brad walked out, stopping when she held out her hand.
"Brad Vickers, I presume," she said with a smile on her face.
Brad took it and nodded. "That's me."
"I'm sorry about what my squad member did to you, I mean, I didn't want them to do anything harmful to any of you."
"It's allright, no regrets."
They shook hands, and, when they stopped, both were reluctant to let go. About half a minute passed until they realised what they were doing, and they let go, a tint of red gathering up in their cheeks. Rowan and Justin exchanged glances and smiled.
Rachel recovered from the ordeal and walked to Rowan, shaking her hand. "Rowan Naton, correct?"
Rowan nodded. "The only one."
"Again, I'm sorry about my squad members... How's your head?"
Rowan was totally unsure whether to trust this person or not, but something inside her told her it was allright. She sighed. "Apology accepted, and it's still painful, but it'll heal."
Rachel smiled and walked to Justin, shaking his hand. "And Justin, it's nice to see you again."
"Likewise," was his reply.
They nodded and Rachel stood in front of them.
"It's allright if none of you want to trust me, but we have to get out of here. It's a hell-hole, right now, but I know a way out. All I'm asking of you guys is to trust me for now, okay?"
Justin, Rowan, and Brad exchanged glances, then looked back at Rachel, nodding. The older girl smiled and turned towards the door.
"Erm...Rachel?" Brad began, and Rachel turned around to look at him. "What...happened down here?"
Rachel closed the door in front of the room to prevent anything else from entering the room, and walked back to them and motioned for them to sit down. She sat in front of them and sighed.
"Here goes...," she said slowly, and began to explain.
**********
Hmm? What's this? Maybe Brad's got a crush, and maybe Rachel does, too? ^_^
Anyways, I'm truly sorry about the long delay. At first, my computer screwed up and crashed, but I would try to boot it up every day, but it would crash like an hour later, so I had no time to write. Then it completely fried, and I had to wait until I got a new computer. Then I got involved in some RPG's and forgot to write more chapters, and THEN I moved again, which meant I had to wait until the 1st of Oct. to get a cable modem.
But now, I'll update this story about every weekend, so bear with me, k?
PLZ forgive me!
~Windra
Chapter 7
By Windra
Rachel was sitting her office, typing on the computer and scoping over the reports of the T-Virus carriers with disgust. She sighed and closed out of the program, leaning back on her chair and staring at the ceiling, trying to find a way to pass the time.
That's when, out of the corner of her eye and through the large window on the wall by the door, she saw somebody running past the room. She had gotten a good enough glance to see who it was.
[I]Damien.[/I]
He was running down the halls with a gun in his hand, a wide grin spread across his face and a maniacal look in his eyes. Rachel had run out of her office to ask what was going on, but, one minute after she exited her office, the air-locked cages that held the T-Virus carriers opened. She heard moans and screams of various monsters, shambling and leaping out of their dungeons.
And less than a second later, screams filled the facility.
Blood began to splatter on the wall as people tried in vain to get away from the beasts, but only found themselves getting killed. Hunters and Chimeras darted through the area, impaling anything that got in their way with their claws before devouring them. The human carriers tore into the scientists as they screamed until their bodies hung limp. Some of the researchers were able to get out of the area, but only a few made it...
...Well, until they got into the next room over, which contained the Jumping Recluses and Vipers.
And Rachel could have sworn she heard the low, loud roar of Cougra from far off...
[I]What the hell's happening?![/I]
There was a screech to her right, and she turned to see a beast stepping slowly towards her.
The thing almost resembled a mutated frog because of its shape, and the long, rounded mouth, but the resemblance ended there. It slimey, forest green skin pealed in some places, revealing the shimmering dead flesh inside. Blood trickled down its body, and its small, yellow reptillian eyes stared at her in hunger. Its muscular arms, which were so long that the webbed talons at the tips of them touched the floor, were pulled back, ready to strike as it opened its fang filled mouth to emit a loud screech.
[I]A Hunter Gamma.[/I]
The monster leapt forward, its claws ready to swipe her head clean off-
-and fell backwards as Rachel pulled her Beretta off of her belt and fired a single shot into its skull. Its body fell to the ground, spasiming before it was completely still. Rachel stepped over the body and looked up.
[I]So Damien's finally lost it...[/I]
She felt as if her heart was being ripped apart when she heard all those people scream and die in front of her.
Then she remembered the three prisoners from downstairs. They had to be alive, right? No monster could slip through those bars, except for baby Vipers and Jumping Recluses...
That was it, then. She had to let those three loose and then they would get the hell out of the Umbrella facility. Growling, she began to run towards a door to that would lead to the 'dungeon', as they called it, looking back at the people she was leaving behind.
Most of the people were dead or dying on the floor, being torn apart by the undead beasts. Those who weren't had become infected because of the wounds they recieved from the virus carriers, and were dying slowly, but surely. Others went to fetch vaccines or to get out of the facility, and scampered to various parts of the building. But most were weaponless, they wouldn't last long.
Rachel silently swore that she would avenge their deaths, and the broken hearts of others. Silently, she treaded through the door with only one thought in her mind.
Damien had gone too far.
**********
Brad was fast asleep, haunting visions of the past filling his dreams. Zombies, undead beasts, the ruin of Raccoon City, Umbrella. All of the images from past experiences were trapped in his mind as if painted there. Then something else came to haunt him.
He could dimly hear screams from other people, and something that sounded like beastly moans of the undead.
iAnd that smell.../i
He was beginning to think he was hallucinating when a shrill scream pierced the air from across his cell.
Rowan's cell...
Brad opened his eyes quickly and looked towards her cell. Rowan was huddled in the corner of the room on her small cot, hugging her legs and shaking. Her eyes were wide and her face was as pale as a sheet.
And when he saw what was standing in front of her cell, he couldn't blame her.
At first he thought it was just the gaurd that dragged him to and from Damien's office, but when he saw the blood staining his uniform and hands, his skin dry and peeling, revealing shimmering patches of bone and flesh as blood trickled from the wounds, and could smell the sickly scent of rotten bile and sour milk, it was quite obvious what it was.
[I]A zombie...? The hell?![/I]
Brad could feel his stomach turn as the thing turned to face him, its blood-brimmed glazed eyes staring at him with eternal hunger. His face drained of color as well, and he blinked as he slowly stood up.
From the cell next to him, he could hear Justin gasp as he awoke from his soundly sleep.
"Holy SHIT!!" Justin screamed, making the zombie's attention turn to him.
It shambled towards the former Umbrella employee's cell and pressed its head against bars, moaning as it stretched its arms through the spaces between the bulks of steel. Justin let out a long string of curses as it did.
And then all was silent.
From the open door leading out of the prison, they could hear gunfire of someone who was approaching their area. Something hit the ground with a gurgling moan, and a woman entered the room, firing a single shot from her gun at the zombie in front of Justin's cell, nailing it between the eyes and causing it to fall. She walked up to the cells and looked at them, and Brad was able to see what she looked like.
The woman was around his age and wore a pair of black jeans, an open lab coat, revealing the dark red tee-shirt underneath, and held a standard Beretta in her right hand. She had long, chestnut brown hair that went down to the center of her back, as well as piercing green eyes that seemed to sparkle. She was actually very beaut-
[I]Snap out of it, Brad!! Now's not the time![/I]
Brad blinked slowly and she began to pull a set of keys from the dead gaurd's body, and went to unlock the cells. Rowan and Justin were freed and stood by the side, a look of shock over their faces.
"Who are you?" Brad managed to choke out as she got to his cell.
She looked up and smiled, and he could have sworn he saw something flash across her eyes when she made eye contact with him. Rowan looked at him from across the room and seemed to have read his mind, for she gave a grin when she saw the look on his face.
"The name's Rachel Kinston," she whispered. "Umbrella...er...[I]ex[/I]-Umbrella researcher. I'm here to help you."
Rachel opened the cell door and Brad walked out, stopping when she held out her hand.
"Brad Vickers, I presume," she said with a smile on her face.
Brad took it and nodded. "That's me."
"I'm sorry about what my squad member did to you, I mean, I didn't want them to do anything harmful to any of you."
"It's allright, no regrets."
They shook hands, and, when they stopped, both were reluctant to let go. About half a minute passed until they realised what they were doing, and they let go, a tint of red gathering up in their cheeks. Rowan and Justin exchanged glances and smiled.
Rachel recovered from the ordeal and walked to Rowan, shaking her hand. "Rowan Naton, correct?"
Rowan nodded. "The only one."
"Again, I'm sorry about my squad members... How's your head?"
Rowan was totally unsure whether to trust this person or not, but something inside her told her it was allright. She sighed. "Apology accepted, and it's still painful, but it'll heal."
Rachel smiled and walked to Justin, shaking his hand. "And Justin, it's nice to see you again."
"Likewise," was his reply.
They nodded and Rachel stood in front of them.
"It's allright if none of you want to trust me, but we have to get out of here. It's a hell-hole, right now, but I know a way out. All I'm asking of you guys is to trust me for now, okay?"
Justin, Rowan, and Brad exchanged glances, then looked back at Rachel, nodding. The older girl smiled and turned towards the door.
"Erm...Rachel?" Brad began, and Rachel turned around to look at him. "What...happened down here?"
Rachel closed the door in front of the room to prevent anything else from entering the room, and walked back to them and motioned for them to sit down. She sat in front of them and sighed.
"Here goes...," she said slowly, and began to explain.
**********
Hmm? What's this? Maybe Brad's got a crush, and maybe Rachel does, too? ^_^
Anyways, I'm truly sorry about the long delay. At first, my computer screwed up and crashed, but I would try to boot it up every day, but it would crash like an hour later, so I had no time to write. Then it completely fried, and I had to wait until I got a new computer. Then I got involved in some RPG's and forgot to write more chapters, and THEN I moved again, which meant I had to wait until the 1st of Oct. to get a cable modem.
But now, I'll update this story about every weekend, so bear with me, k?
PLZ forgive me!
~Windra