Author's note: This is the last finished chapter there is. I'm writing chapter 13, and probably won't be unable to update until January. And, as a warning, I might change the fic's rating from PG-13 to R in the future.
Chapter 12: Back To Square One
Andre slowly opens the door and peers inside. Silence. He smiles and continues down the corridor. The only noise that could be heard there were his footsteps. They are punctuated by a mad laughing coming from the Lecture Theatre.
"Mwahaha…"
Out of curiosity, Andre slowly opens the double doors and looks inside. The lecture theatre was a windowless room, with usually a large television in the corner and stacks of chairs. But today it was noticeably…different. The room was filled with racks of weapons. Laptops and Computers were stationed around, and a large communications device was placed at the small room at the back.
Andre creeps in and eavesdrops. Thanks to the small 2'5 wall by the door, Andre could easily stay hidden.
"Yeah, but I feel kinda bad about it, imprisoning a 13-year-old, and all…" a man says. "Me too, but orders are orders, John." Another man says, determining that the others mans name was John.
"Ben, why did you join Kenneth's little 'crusade'?" John asks Ben. "It's General Darrow to you, and to answer your question…I needed the money. "A million pounds?" John says. "Yep." Ben replies cheerfully.
'A million pounds?' Andre thought. 'Where do they think they're gonna get that money?'
"Stand to attention!" Another man calls out. "Stand easy, men." A man cries out, stepping from another door at the other end of the room.
The school had probably the weirdest interior architecture known to man. The door Andre had been through led to a corridor. The other door was connected to a science lab.
"Major, what's your current status?" the General asked "All entrances and exits sealed. Motion detectors placed and active. Explosives rigged and armed." The Major reports. "Good. What about the land mines?" the General asks. The communication device kicks into life. "Squad D reporting. All landmines active. Over."
Andre notices some handguns next to him. He takes the nearest one. A Glock 17. He grabs four clips from an ammo crate. Remembering that Steven and Guy are unarmed, he reaches for a Beretta M92F and a Browning 9mm. He takes another eight clips and puts them in his backpack.
"Brilliant. Now Umbrella will soon get their comeuppance. But first, there're some details I need to finalise. John, You're on comms detail. Ben, Get to the security camera station and Daniel, Get to the Maths block."
As Daniel headed for Andre's door, he made a hasty exit and hid behind a locker down the right stairwell. When the area cleared he was about to find the office when he suddenly remembers: "Oh my god! Steven and Guy are in the maths block!"
***
"Why are we here, anyway?" asked Guy "We're here because someone about to have their face ripped off." Replied Steven. "Yeah, but what if their face HAS already been bitten off? And their legs ripped off? And their intestines on the wall at the other side of the room?" Guy comebacks. Steven couldn't find an answer for this question.
Suddenly, another scream perforates the silence. "Where did that come from?" Steven asks himself. Guy replies with: "I think it was from the computer room. Come on!" "Why? You didn't give a toss ten seconds ago." Steven said. "Come on!" Guy commands, running down the corridor. "That's irony for you." Steven says to himself, before following.
***
Daniel enters the building with caution, gun raised. The building was a portacabin (the school is old and couldn't fit a maths and English block on the main building.) He checks the entrance foyer before heading up to the 1st floor.
***
The room is empty and silent, punctuated with the sound of squelching. Raising a finger a tell Steven to be silent, he draws his one of his knives.
He approaches the corner where the noise is coming from when…
BANG! The zombie jumped up from behind him and clung on. "Argh! Steven! Help!" He cries out. Steven rushes towards the zombie and attempts to pull it off. The zombie lets go of its victim and smashed into a computer. But it was not dead yet.
It rose again, this time more aggressive. It reaches for Steven, but he dodges the attack. The next attack is successful as the corpse grabs Steven and prepares itself to plunge its teeth into his neck. 'That's it.' He solemnly thought.
Guy grabs a computer monitor and smashes it against the zombie's head and it falls to floor. Guy then raises his foot. CRACK! CRACK! SPLAT!
The zombie's head split open.
"Oh god!" Steven cries out joyfully. "Living comes so naturally to me!" "Yeah, well, your luck's going to run out sooner or later." Guy says, exhausted.
Suddenly the door bursts open. A man with an Assault Rifle aims his gun at the two. "DIE!" He screams, firing his weapon. The two get to the floor as ricocheted around them. "What are we going to do? We're no match!" Steven screamed. The firing stopped as the man reloaded. Guy stands up and throws on of his knives at him. He misses hopelessly. "Missed!" He gloats starting to fire his gun. Bangbangbangbangbangbangbangbang click. The gun goes empty. He reaches into his pocket to find another clip but there's nothing.
"Oh well." He says, pulling out a pistol. "One clip, buts that's all I'm going to need." He goes up to the two. "Now who should I kill first? Fatty or four-eyes?" he mocks evilly. "Hmm. I think I'll kill…speccy." He aims the Glock at Guy. "Now where will you like to be shot? Between the eyes or through the heart?
Guy remains silent. "I'll take that as a head shot." He says, aiming the gun at Guy's forehead. "Say goodbye!" he chuckles evilly. Guy shuts his eyes.
Blam!
Daniel falls to his knees, blood spurting out of head like a fountain. He finally keels over, falling to the floor like a rag doll. Guy slowly opens his eyes.
Andre is standing by the door, a smoking handgun in his hands. "80,000 mutations, and my first target is a human. " Andre, You saved my-and his- life" said Guy, with a tone of gladness. "And on that note, I've got some presents for you." Andre zips open his bag and gives the two the pistols and ammo he found earlier.
"Ah, Thanks man!" Guy said. "Whoa! Whoa oh oh!" Steven 'whoaed' for about a minute. "You done?" Guy asks "Yep." Steven replies. "What do we do now?"
After a pause, Andre comes out with "I'm going to the main building. See if there's any survivors." "I'm not. I wanna get out of this craphole." Steven pipes up. "Guy, what are you going to do?" Andre asks. "I'm going along with Steven." He replies.
Andre thinks about what he is going to do when he suddenly remembers about the radios. He quickly gets them out of backpack and throws one of them to Guy.
"Listen. You keep that radio on you. If I'm in distress, or need help, I'll contact you." Andre says. "I'll be back. Trust me." And with that, Andre leaves the room. "Come on Steven. We got a job to do." Guy orders, and the two leave.
***
A bunker underneath Number 10, Downing Street, 6.30pm
700 feet below ground is a bunker with 5 of the leading British MP's, Robin Cooke, Gordon Blunkett, Jack Straw, John Prescott and of course, Tony Blair, the Prime Minister of Great Britain.
Although Jersey isn't directly run by British parliament, command switched over when the virus wiped out half the State's members (Jersey's government).
The five parliamentarians are sitting a round a large circular metal table. The Prime Minister sighs. "Mr. Prescott, what's the current status of viral infection?"
The deputy prime minister flicks a switch, and a computer-generated map of the island appears. "The virus has infected the southeast, the north and northwest of the island. Troops are holding off the infected, but they won't last."
'Damn.' The PM thought to himself. He was running out of options, if he even had any options. There was no cure, and wrong decision might have him overthrown. "We're going to have to turn to our secondary contingency."
"Special forces? Invite another massacre? No way." Gordon Blunkett complains. "It's the only option we've got at the moment. Besides, we've got the SAS on stand-by. Everything will go on our favour." An eerie silence creeps through the halls. "All in favour of sending special forces." The prime minister said. Three hands rose. "All against." Two hands punch through the air.
"Well, that's settled." He says. He picks up a red telephone receiver and pushes a button. "Secondary option approved." He puts the phone down and turns to the cabinet members. "All regroup after dinner." He says and leaves the room.
***
Le Rocquier school, 6.45pm
Jersey was plunged into darkness. The school corridors were eerie, the artificial bulbs lighting the corridors with the night peering through the windows.
Andre is searching the ICT corridor, weapon ready for action. He slowly advances, his heart beating heavier with every step he takes. His quick breathing and footsteps were shattered by a sudden crash coming from Computer Room 1.
'Houston, we have a problem.' The boy thinks to himself.
He approaches the door. It's locked by a numeric keypad "Hmm. Weak-ass school doors." He raises his foot. "Shouldn't be a problem." He attempts to smash the door down and ends up with his trainer going through the wood.
"Argh! Stupid goddamn thing!" He aims his gun at the lock.
Blam!
The door is blasted away, with a simple push giving access.
'Mental note: Never underestimate doors.' He thinks, giving a small chuckle.
A shuffling is heard from the next IT room, which are connected, and Andre goes on to investigate.
The foul-smelling creature in question was a year 7, slightly shorter then Andre. It's intestines were hanging out of it's gut, the partially eaten left lung was trailing on the floor, picking up dirt. The thing stood in the middle of the room, looking gormlessly at the wall.
'Typical year 7.' Andre thought. 'But the more I think about, I can't tell whether or not it's a zombie or still alive.' He smiles and raises his Glock. "I've always wanted to do this." He says to himself quietly before pulling the trigger.
The creature falls to the ground, it's head completely decimated. Andre laughs quietly.
He continues to the canteen.
The place looked like an atomic bomb struck. Blood, human blood was sprayed all over the walls, ceiling and floor. Tables were overturned and chairs were where they shouldn't be. Lockers were smashed open, there contents scattered everywhere. Students and teachers dead bodies were laying lifeless, trampled to death or eaten.
Andre stood there, eyes wide open.
"It must have taken some sick bastard to have done this." He says quietly.
***
Le Rocquier school, Science Lab 5, 7.05pm
Laura Garnier slowly wakes up from unconsciousness. She holds her head in her hands and her vision starts to return to normal. She finds herself in a strange room, with periodic tables, scientific equipment and gas taps.
'Science lab.' She thinks to herself. 'It's actually kind of cold in here.' She thought, before realising she's completely naked.
"Argh! What the hell? Where's my clothes?" She shouts out in desperation. She looks around and finds a pile of clothes. Her clothes.
"My clothes!" she exclaims, but realises that there's no way to reach them.
'Shit.' She thought and then sits up, waiting for someone to rescue her.
If there's anyone alive that is.
***
The headmasters' office, 7.07pm
"Here we are. If there's anything revealing, it's gonna have to be in here." Said Guy. "Let's start searching." Steven said.
Guy heads over to the filing cabinet and scans through documents. Steven starts rummaging through the desk draws and after ten minutes of nothing, he looks at the computer.
"What the hell?" he says quietly, before flicking the monitor on. Outlook express is on, and Steven checks the most recently sent message.
From: r.quenault@lrs.sch.je
To: mail@jerseyeduction.net
Re: emergency.
Sent: Tuesday 19th November, 1.07pm
Attack on Le Rocquier school. No survivor reported. All security systems down. Message ends.
Stevens click a box at the bottom of the screen. A message box pops up, saying 'Printing complete.'
He clicks another box. The file is entitled 'Disaster Report.' A half-completed chart was displayed, but it was no use. He clicks 'open' and up pops a window.
Please make your selection.
Disaster Report.
Experiment report 1
Experiment report 2
Experiment report 3
Messaging System
Test Subject profile
Viral Information & Precaution
Computer troubleshooting
FAQ
He clicks Experiment Report 1.
A screen flashed up with a diary-type entry.
September 18th 2002, 1.15pm
Subject PG-019 was injected with 10ml3 of the RF-type virus and 3ml3 of PER-2. About 15 seconds after, rapid mutation in the upper body occurred. The chest swelled and pus leaked from under the armpits. Skin colour changed to purple and tentacles grew out of its heart.
September 18th 2002, 4.30pm
15 minutes ago PG-019 inexplicably died. We were observing it for any sign of distinction and then it keeled over and died. It's still in post-mortem.
September 19th 2002, 7.45pm
Test subjects are running out. We tried out the experiment twice last night. We decreased the dosage of the RF-type virus and the same thing happened. We then tried adding Genovil B and results improved. Unfortunately the subject became a large blob of muscle tissue and had to be destroyed.
September 24th 2002, 1.24pm
I think I've got a solution to all our problems. The nearby Secondary school is over-populated and I think that it would solve problems if we 'bought' some students. I'm going to report it to the council.
September 25th 2002, 2.35pm
The deal has been made. At first, the head 'disagreed' with the proposition, but we soon sorted that out.
*Report terminated*
He selects 'Viral Information & Precaution', but he's met with 'Sorry, but you don't have the security clearance to view this file.'
Steven sighs. 'There must be some pretty important stuff in that file.' He thought. He then selects 'Disaster Report'.
Would you like to go back to the previously unsaved document?
Steven clicks 'Yes'.
Disaster Report #9
Place of Incident: St. Clement facility, Jersey.
Date of Incident: Sunday 17th November.
Time of incident: 7.00pm
Cause of incident: Unknown.
Damage report: Point 3 destroyed by unknown missile, possibly launched by HCF bioengineering. Entire complex infected with T-virus.
Action taken: UBCS deployed to facility. Contact lost on the 18th November 2002 at 5.30am (estimate).
Steven stares at the computer screen, trying his hardest to figure out what's going on. PG-019? UBCS? The T-virus? It just didn't make any sense.
"Hey, Steven." Guy said. "You gonna help me or not?" Steven is still staring at the monitor. "Take a look at this." Stevens says, with a hint of shock in his voice. Guy slowly and reluctantly turns toward the computer and reads.
Five minutes later Guy had the same wide-eyed expression as Steven.
"The only thing I can say to this" Guy says. "is holy shit."
"I second that opinion." Mutters Steven.
***
The canteen, 7.15pm
Andre raids the canteen in the hope of finding something to drink. He already had some in his bag, but not much. He goes to the fridge and picks up a bottle of cherryade. He takes a gulp then puts in his bag and grabs another one. Knowing that had taken care of the green corridor (called that because the carpet is green), he heads upstairs to the 1st floor humanities department, hoping to find a survivor.
Author's note: This is the last finished chapter there is. I'm writing chapter 13, and probably won't be unable to update until January. And, as a warning, I might change the fic's rating from PG-13 to R in the future.
