Chapter 5"Encouner"
"Why did I think of this, Chris is gonna kill me! Oh, man, I should have just 'taken it easy...'"
Claire's paranoia was obviously showcased by her frantic pasing back and forth, arms crossed. Marcy was concentrating on the computer screen in front of her. A clear bar on the screen slowly turned blue as data downloaded onto marcy's disk.
"Claire, I told you...Umbrella doesn't even know we're in here, there's no way we're going to be attacked by them or their...experiments."
"I'm more worried about my brother finding me right now than a zombie..."
Regardless of what Marcy had told her about the mission and how they were "completely safe," Claire wasn't taking any chances. Lucky for her, she was staying in an apartment with two ex-S.T.A.R.S. members;it was easy to find some kind of weapon, should Umbrella's amazing track record
remain flawless. Claire patted the simple baretta at her side, making sure she didn't lose it when they snuck in.
Looking around the
lab complex, Claire's hatred for Umbrella grew even more. Through a heavily locked, out-of-the-way hidden door in the Chemistry building was a long, winding hallway. Lucky for Claire (again) she was carrying the lighter her brother gave her. It actaully wasn't the same one she always had on her- she gave that one to the helpless Rodrigo back on Rockfort. As Claire and marcy cautiously made their way through the matallic-panelled hallway, the eery light given off by the lighter cast their blurry shadows on the floor and walls. When they reached the next digitally locked door, Marcy quickly overrided Umbrella's own 7-digit security code with her own. Claire looked over her shoulder as she punched it in: 0019728
Oddly enough there were no lab personel anywhere in the hidden lab complex. She knew there would be no students here now, but what about Umbrella's employees? Claire had immidiately brased herself for the worse.
"I have a bad feeling about this."
Marcy said there was no one there due to the computer shut-down. "Who can do their work without their computers?" Still, Claire thought it was a little strange they only needed to evade two sleeping security guards when they entered the Chemistry building.
"So far, so good," Claire admitted to herself.
"Done."
Marcy tapped a few more keys before taking her disk out and unplugging her laptop from Umbrella's computer. "I know where they're keeping the anti-virus. Let's go."
On the move again. While Marcy was busy hacking, Claire had searched the room for something a little more illuminating than her dinky lighter. Sucess was found in the form of a Coleman camping spotlight-lamp and a regular flashlight. Trying to keep up with Marcy, Claire thought of a cery important question she probably should have asked before she suggested to undertake the mission ahead of time.
"Uh, Marcy? I was just thinking..between 'windows.' does the staff come back in here?"
Between counting the numbers on the doors as she passed by them, Marcy answered.
"Ahhh-yes. That's why we need to get in, get the anti-virus, and get out."
No matter how many times Claire had previously dealt with umbrella, she always felt a little nervous, paranoid- and a little afraid.
"Who wouldn't be?"
"...uugghhh..."
"Claire, are you okay?"
Marcy turned around and saw Claire, standing dead in her tracks.
"Claire?"
"Shhhh..."
Both girls looked around, not really sure of what they were looking for. Marcy pinted strait ahead of them at the "fork" in the hallway.
"Claire, we turn left up there...there should be a room-"
"SHHHH!"
...silence...
"...uuuugghhhh"
"I knew it! Damn!"
"That wasn't you before, was it?"
She didn't answer. Right now taking the safety off the baretta was CLaire's first concern. Marcy picked up the flashlight she was carrying and directed both light sources ahead of them,
...a shadow...strait in front of them...
Carefully aiming the gun, Claire slowly, steadily walked past Marcy...
...and then she heard it; a sound she had never heard before in her life- not even in Raccoon. What started out as a sick, mumbled groaning noise grew into a grizzly, liquidy hissing sound. A chill ran through Claire's body.
"What the hell was that?!"
Marcy finally started viewing the situation from CLaire's point of view. The light at the end of the hallway shivered back and forth; Marcy was shaking too much to keep it steady.
Claire took a few more steps.
"Come on, you freak... I'll shoot your ass before you even-"
She heard Marcy violently gasp when it stepped into view. Crimson red flesh with streaming, tacky wounds, clouded, soul-less eyes, long decaying...claw?
"Since when do they haveclaws!?!"
This zombie was nothing like the ones she remembered in Raccoon City. Nonetheless...
BAM!BAM!BAM!
Three clear shots to the head had no effect on the devil-creature. It snapped its body back into position, it's flesh- the color of the firey pits of hell, itself- gleemed and shone in the artificial light. Letting out a horrifying shriek a few decibals louder than before, it ran towards Claire and Marcy.
...it ran
Panicking, Marcy let out a scream, dropping the smaller of the two flashlights. She turned around and started running in the other direction.
"Marcy, NO!!"
BAM!BAM!BAM!
"It's still running..."
The zombie closed in on Claire, yellow, cracked claws reaching frantically for her. Ducking under it's flailing arms, CLaire dove behind it, hitting the floor hard.
BAM!BAM!
It lurched forward, but just as it had done before, snapped back into place.
"Marcy! I can hardly see! Get your ass back here!"
She rolled out of the way right before a handful of claws tore through her vulnerable arm. Unfortunately she rolled rioght into the wall, bruising her other arm. She never realized how narrow the hallway actually was until now. Sucking up the pain, CLaire quickly stood up and hopped back a few steps, pointing her gun where the moster was.
...or where it was supposed tp be...
There was no sign of it. She looked to her left, the fallen flashlight shedding some light down the dark, morbid hallway.
"Marcy!"
The girl ran back to Claire, lamp and laptop still safe in her bear- trap grasp. Her usually cool eyes were wide with fear.
"Claire! Claire! I don't know where it went! I didn't see- we need to-" She was gasping for air. Claire grabbed her wrist and spoke softly, but quickly.
"Marcy, Breath! Come on...you said take a left up there?"
Marcy nodded- it was the only thing she could do.
"Good. Now let's get goin before that thing comes back."
Running towards the door, with Claire practically towing Marcy along, their loud, rapid footsteps filled the corridor with noise. They banked the corner, nearly falling to the floor.
"There it is!"
The duo flew through the door and quickly turned the lights on.
Claire could swear she heard the red beast shrieking as she violently slammed the door shut.
"Why did I think of this, Chris is gonna kill me! Oh, man, I should have just 'taken it easy...'"
Claire's paranoia was obviously showcased by her frantic pasing back and forth, arms crossed. Marcy was concentrating on the computer screen in front of her. A clear bar on the screen slowly turned blue as data downloaded onto marcy's disk.
"Claire, I told you...Umbrella doesn't even know we're in here, there's no way we're going to be attacked by them or their...experiments."
"I'm more worried about my brother finding me right now than a zombie..."
Regardless of what Marcy had told her about the mission and how they were "completely safe," Claire wasn't taking any chances. Lucky for her, she was staying in an apartment with two ex-S.T.A.R.S. members;it was easy to find some kind of weapon, should Umbrella's amazing track record
remain flawless. Claire patted the simple baretta at her side, making sure she didn't lose it when they snuck in.
Looking around the
lab complex, Claire's hatred for Umbrella grew even more. Through a heavily locked, out-of-the-way hidden door in the Chemistry building was a long, winding hallway. Lucky for Claire (again) she was carrying the lighter her brother gave her. It actaully wasn't the same one she always had on her- she gave that one to the helpless Rodrigo back on Rockfort. As Claire and marcy cautiously made their way through the matallic-panelled hallway, the eery light given off by the lighter cast their blurry shadows on the floor and walls. When they reached the next digitally locked door, Marcy quickly overrided Umbrella's own 7-digit security code with her own. Claire looked over her shoulder as she punched it in: 0019728
Oddly enough there were no lab personel anywhere in the hidden lab complex. She knew there would be no students here now, but what about Umbrella's employees? Claire had immidiately brased herself for the worse.
"I have a bad feeling about this."
Marcy said there was no one there due to the computer shut-down. "Who can do their work without their computers?" Still, Claire thought it was a little strange they only needed to evade two sleeping security guards when they entered the Chemistry building.
"So far, so good," Claire admitted to herself.
"Done."
Marcy tapped a few more keys before taking her disk out and unplugging her laptop from Umbrella's computer. "I know where they're keeping the anti-virus. Let's go."
On the move again. While Marcy was busy hacking, Claire had searched the room for something a little more illuminating than her dinky lighter. Sucess was found in the form of a Coleman camping spotlight-lamp and a regular flashlight. Trying to keep up with Marcy, Claire thought of a cery important question she probably should have asked before she suggested to undertake the mission ahead of time.
"Uh, Marcy? I was just thinking..between 'windows.' does the staff come back in here?"
Between counting the numbers on the doors as she passed by them, Marcy answered.
"Ahhh-yes. That's why we need to get in, get the anti-virus, and get out."
No matter how many times Claire had previously dealt with umbrella, she always felt a little nervous, paranoid- and a little afraid.
"Who wouldn't be?"
"...uugghhh..."
"Claire, are you okay?"
Marcy turned around and saw Claire, standing dead in her tracks.
"Claire?"
"Shhhh..."
Both girls looked around, not really sure of what they were looking for. Marcy pinted strait ahead of them at the "fork" in the hallway.
"Claire, we turn left up there...there should be a room-"
"SHHHH!"
...silence...
"...uuuugghhhh"
"I knew it! Damn!"
"That wasn't you before, was it?"
She didn't answer. Right now taking the safety off the baretta was CLaire's first concern. Marcy picked up the flashlight she was carrying and directed both light sources ahead of them,
...a shadow...strait in front of them...
Carefully aiming the gun, Claire slowly, steadily walked past Marcy...
...and then she heard it; a sound she had never heard before in her life- not even in Raccoon. What started out as a sick, mumbled groaning noise grew into a grizzly, liquidy hissing sound. A chill ran through Claire's body.
"What the hell was that?!"
Marcy finally started viewing the situation from CLaire's point of view. The light at the end of the hallway shivered back and forth; Marcy was shaking too much to keep it steady.
Claire took a few more steps.
"Come on, you freak... I'll shoot your ass before you even-"
She heard Marcy violently gasp when it stepped into view. Crimson red flesh with streaming, tacky wounds, clouded, soul-less eyes, long decaying...claw?
"Since when do they haveclaws!?!"
This zombie was nothing like the ones she remembered in Raccoon City. Nonetheless...
BAM!BAM!BAM!
Three clear shots to the head had no effect on the devil-creature. It snapped its body back into position, it's flesh- the color of the firey pits of hell, itself- gleemed and shone in the artificial light. Letting out a horrifying shriek a few decibals louder than before, it ran towards Claire and Marcy.
...it ran
Panicking, Marcy let out a scream, dropping the smaller of the two flashlights. She turned around and started running in the other direction.
"Marcy, NO!!"
BAM!BAM!BAM!
"It's still running..."
The zombie closed in on Claire, yellow, cracked claws reaching frantically for her. Ducking under it's flailing arms, CLaire dove behind it, hitting the floor hard.
BAM!BAM!
It lurched forward, but just as it had done before, snapped back into place.
"Marcy! I can hardly see! Get your ass back here!"
She rolled out of the way right before a handful of claws tore through her vulnerable arm. Unfortunately she rolled rioght into the wall, bruising her other arm. She never realized how narrow the hallway actually was until now. Sucking up the pain, CLaire quickly stood up and hopped back a few steps, pointing her gun where the moster was.
...or where it was supposed tp be...
There was no sign of it. She looked to her left, the fallen flashlight shedding some light down the dark, morbid hallway.
"Marcy!"
The girl ran back to Claire, lamp and laptop still safe in her bear- trap grasp. Her usually cool eyes were wide with fear.
"Claire! Claire! I don't know where it went! I didn't see- we need to-" She was gasping for air. Claire grabbed her wrist and spoke softly, but quickly.
"Marcy, Breath! Come on...you said take a left up there?"
Marcy nodded- it was the only thing she could do.
"Good. Now let's get goin before that thing comes back."
Running towards the door, with Claire practically towing Marcy along, their loud, rapid footsteps filled the corridor with noise. They banked the corner, nearly falling to the floor.
"There it is!"
The duo flew through the door and quickly turned the lights on.
Claire could swear she heard the red beast shrieking as she violently slammed the door shut.