Chapter Seven: Hit or Miss

Dena couldn't help but stare at Mitchell with longing as he sat across from her, he had given her his shirt to tie her leg up and keep it straight, to say the least she had used her own to do the same task. Mitchell seemed bent on not looking at her, as she sat there on the edge of the bed in her sports bra, her golden tan skin radiant in the light they were now in.

            She continued to eye Mitchell until he turned around from where he stood against the wall, when he did she spun her head quick and looked off at something else. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see Mitchell watching her with a strange look, then he turned back to the door.

            Mitchell spoke, he had to break the tension, "How much longer do you think they'll be?" he asked.

            "I dunno," Dena confessed, she turned away when she felt her cheeks growing warm.

            He moved over closer to her and sat down on the bed, "This sucks," he said. Dena nodded, "How's your leg coming along?" he asked.

            She looked down at it, "I'll miss some work over it, but it'll be cool," she said.

            "How's it feel to put your life on the line like this on a weekly basis?" asked Mitchell.

            Dena nodded, "It feels like your doing something really helpful."

            Mitchell smiled and swayed up and down slowly and slightly, he looked over at her, "Do you ever think it was destiny that brought all of us together here, or do you think it was just something like chance."

            "I don't believe in destiny, because that would mean we didn't have freewill," Dena said, "I would rather say, in a way, God wanted us to meet and do this stuff."

            Mitchell made a face of total agreement, "I would say—the Umbrella experiments are really terrible things."

            Dena shushed him, "Do you hear that?" she asked.

            "Hear what?"

            "Out down the hall, it sounds like the others coming," she said.

            The door to the room opened and in steps Scott and Marie, both of them smiling. Mitchell got up as quickly as possible and started to help Dena up.

            "We found a way out of here," Marie said.

            "Yeah, it leads to one of the sewer outlets in the city."

            "Then pack me up and lets go," Dena said.      

"Those beautiful blue eyes in your head—too bad their fading fast," came the voice as Megan let her eyes roll open. She moaned in anger when she saw that it was Nosferatu that had made the comment, but she was becoming to weak to do much else. He touched her on the chin lightly. "What's that? You say I can act on my revenge?" Nosferatu asked.

            Justin was right next to her and called out, "Touch her and I'll kill you—and your little blood sucking buddies," Justin mumbled.

            Nosferatu stepped back, "That's funny, because it would appear that anyone who could help you escape is chained to this wall," he said.

            Justin looked to his side at Megan, "Hold in there," he said. He turned back to the creature before him. "Where's Trent?" Justin asked.

            Nosferatu pointed back behind himself, "Right over there, with Rufus, Draco and Freya; he's on our side now."

            Tiffany called out, "Impossible?"

            "No, did you know that if properly injected the zombies become totally obedient to a master and can be trained to function normally, the concept behind Umbrella's Tri-Squads," Nosferatu said.

            Freya, the female vampire with dark hair stepped forward. Her face was pale and skinny, but pretty. She stopped right in front of them all as they hung there, "And as much as we'd love to feast on you—" she stopped and ran her fingers under PJ's chin. "We'd rather have Trent take care of you all."

            Now they all could see Trent, he stood there with his head hung over, he was one of the zombies now—he had been injected with so much of the Nemesis toxin that it had taken faster than in Megan.

            Nosferatu shook his head, "It's a small wonder that we lost control and track of the Nemesis a while back—he must have escaped into the city."

            "Oh God," Kerrie called out.

            Freya and Draco walked out of the room laughing; Nosferatu followed, "As much as I would love to see the end of this glorious tale—we have a jet to catch, but don't worry, Rufus will be here to watch you," he said as he exited.

            Rufus was tall and dark skinned he smiled wickedly as he walked over to where Trent stood awaiting orders. PJ called out, "Fight us face to face!"

            "Naw, that gets old—watching him get you like this will be more amusing to me," Rufus said darkly.

            Kerrie noticed someone new over to her side, "Hey you," she whispered to the new person. "Is there some way we can bust of out here?"

            The red haired man looked over at her, "I would think so, I seem to have good luck with that kind of thing."

            "Trent," Rufus said handing him a gun. "Go over there and take Agent Turner's head off.

            "No!" Tiffany screamed kicking frantically.

            Trent started to move towards them, "And give us a big smile while your at it!" Rufus called. Trent smiled and moved closed in on Tiffany. PJ struggled to get free from his position next to her. He could feel the wall shaking at his back—aren't we too deep in for subway trains? He thought.

            That was no concern now, Trent was close to her, smiling with that same trusting face they had seen so many times before. Trent was close now, close enough to grab her leg. The wall rumbled again, harder this time. One chain that held Tiffany's leg in place buckled from the vibration and she kicked Trent in the head.

            The creature slipped back and got his footing, it came back—this time the skin right across it's forehead where she had kicked was ripped and hung down in shreds. The bricks at her back started to give, and then something crashed through the wall above them causing the ceiling to fall in on Trent, crushing him instantly. The new Nemesis mutation stood there, a crazed look in its eye. Now the head had changed, it was like a long lizard head, to match the long then body. It's extra arms were impossibly long and its back was arched so it now stood about eight feet once more. And instead of skin it had a newly formed hard exoskeleton.

            It looked down where Trent was and ripped him from under the debris. With a whip of teeth it snapped him up into pieces breaking his undead body to edible shreds and then swallowing him whole.

            All of the agents were now free, watching as the creature gobbled up their friend—PJ felt worst of all.

            The Nemesis went after the vampire next, barring his path to the door and then grabbing him up and using its sharp claws to rip him to stringy shreds. The red hair man ran over to where Megan was crouched down on the ground, "I have some of the vaccine for that—here," he pulled out a small needle of the cure, took to top off it and stuck her in the neck, "Hold still."

            Megan moaned, and shut her eyes tight as he plunged the plunger further down letting more of the cure out. "Let's hope that takes."

            "Who are you?" she asked.

            He nodded, "Stroud."

            Justin helped her to her feet, "Megan," he said. She nodded her response.

            "Umm, little problem, Tiffany stood there sliding the shackles off her wrists, "The Nemesis seems to have caught sight of us."

            PJ went moved his hands down to his side, his gun was just where he had left it. He was about to go for it, but there was something else, it shimmered from it's spot on the floor—Trent's grenade launcher.

            It must have fallen out, never the less PJ made move for it, "Thank you Trent, he rolled and leveled off a shell at the monstrous creature; there was only five shots left in there.

            He fired the first one and it blew one of the Nemesis's legs off causing it to go down hard to the concrete and roll. The creature quickly recovered using one his extra pair of arms to substitute. It made slower time towards them. Justin opened fire with his guns as did Tiffany.

            Kerrie moved over closer to Stroud and Megan, "What do we do now?" she asked.

            "We get to a submarine at the bottom of this place—the rooms should be flooding down there—" Stroud said.

            PJ let two more shell's fly and they knocked off the bottom part of the creature's torso leaving a puddle in its wake, but it never slowed. The Nemesis lashed out at the air with a long lavish tongue that must have been two feet long, it whipped and danced out in front of it. The Nemesis let out an astonishingly loud battle screech.

            With that PJ let out the last two shots from the grenade launcher. One exploded into the things chest and the last into it's head blowing it clean to pieces. They all looked around at each other, wondering if that could really be the end. Wondering if there was some other trial to face here.

            Stroud looked at his watch, "We should get down to that submarine so we can launch it and get out of here."

            Justin nodded and walked over to get Megan, he wrapped an arm around her. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

            "Better."

            Justin smiled, "So you aren't going to go ahead and slap me for what I pulled earlier?"

            "You mean the kiss, or not mentioning the grenades?" she asked.

            Justin nodded, "Either one, doesn't matter."

            She shook her head, "As long as we're alive, its good enough for me." She said.

            Tiffany smiled, walked over and put her arm around Megan, "I hear ya' there sister!"

            PJ stood in the doorway with Tiffany, Stroud was ahead of them with Kerrie, "Umm, could we get the Hell out of here?" PJ asked.