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Chapter 6"Truth"
The room wasn't too big. The only other door besides the one that led back into the hallway was located on the east side of the room. Claire wasted no time reloading the baretta. Marcy turned on one of the hibernationg computers, quickly accessing the codes to the anti-virus' cooled chamber. Despite being severely rattled by the recent events, she opened the chamber, allowing Claire to sneak in and grab what looked like a metal suitcase. Inside, there was a syringe- type contraption, used for administrating the anti-virus they assumed, and four slots used to hold vials. While in the chamber, Claire carefully placed all of the anti-virus vials into the case. She realized there were only three vials, leaving the fourth spot in the case empty.
Opening the chamber was the extent of Marcy's abilities at the present moment. She now sat quietly on the floor next to the humming computer. Claire, figuring she should give Marcy a few minutes to collect herself, sat in front of the computer.
"I've always wanted to sneak a peek into the minds of the sickos that work here..."
Claick, scroll, click, scroll...
With Marcy's program, accessing Umbrella's secret files was easier than checking her own e-mail. Claire was amazed at how such a young girl was able to create something like this. She was definitely a key asset in the fight against Umbrella.
"What's this?"
Claire read the title of the next document to herself:
"Spencer Mansion- The Hive."
Clicking on the file brought her to a sub-menu.
"'The Red Queen,''Umbella Sanitation,''T-Virus Incident; Case Study,''Nemesis Project...'"
An evil smile adorned Claire's face as she commanded Marcy's laptop to download all of the files to disk. Not only did they have the anti-virus, now they would have documents from Umbrella itself admitting to its mistakes.
"Wait until Chris sees this!"
A tiny ping noise from the computer told Claire the deed was done. Claire's eyes glanced at the menu again.
"Nemesis Project..."
The Nemesis creature had been haunting Claire ever since Jill told her about it. She was curious. What would posess someone to create such a horrifying monster? She wanted to know, and this was her chance. Hesitating for a moment, Claire finally double clcked the file.
She was bombarded with tons of information. Everything from from the procedure used to turn the victim into the Nemesis to the creature's combat data was displayed. And then she saw it; a picture of the most terrifying thing she had ever seen in her life.
"Oh, my god..."
Not able to bear the sight of it anymore, Claire scrolled down and continued to read the vital information. She wished, at that moment, that she hadn't.
The file contained everything- including information about the person used in the project. "No, Claire told herself, "No, this-this isn't...how could they!?!" She covered her mouth with her hand in disgust and shook her head, refusing to believe the name displayed on the monitor was the victim:
Matthew Addison.
Marcy's brother.
Marcy's brother, whom she looked up to more than anyone, whom she strongly felt was still alive...
"Claire?"
Moving faster than she thought herself capable of, Claire quickly closed the file. She couldn't tell her now- Marcy was distraut enough from their ambush in the hallway.
"Y-yes, Marcy?"
"We need to get out of here now. We have what we came for..."
She was fine. All she needed was a few minutes to herself, and Marcy was her usual cool, calm, and collected self again. She never ceased to amaze Claire.
"Yea, you're right-"
BANG!
Both startled girls turned around, Claire nearly sliding right out of her chair. They looked all around the room, eyes wide and unblinking, for the souce of the disturbance.
BANG!BANG!
The door.
Marcy hopped up from the floor and unplugged her laptop. Claire aimed at the door as the two girls made their way to the other door. Unfortunately, it was electronically locked like most of the locks in the lab. Marcy, uploading her lock override program into the device on the door, mearly shrugged.
"Hmf! This is no problem for-"
BANG!!!
Both watched in horror as the door flung open and their attacker from earlier stood in the door frame.
"We have a problem, now..."
Marcy pounded at the key pad.
"Marcy, no pressure, but...hurry up!!!"
She fired a few shots, hoping to keep the visious creature at bay. Instead, it absorbed the bullets like a sponge soaks up water.
And then it screamed- that ear-wrenching, soul-shattering shriek- before reaching out with its razor-edged claws. A tiny ping noise sounded from the door lock device. Marcy swung the door open as the angered zombie sprinted for them.
BAM!BAM!
The fresh bullet holes in the zombie spit out spurts of it's infected blood like a miniature sprinkler. Marcy and Claire, now on the other side of the door, placed their hands on the broad, heavy door to slam it shut-
-when a red hand shot out from the other side.
"Don't let it scratch you! Quick! Shut the door!"
Both girls pushed the door with all of their might. The snarls of the creature kept their nerves screaming.
"For a decaying corpse, it sure puts up a good fight."
Placing the gun directly on the walking corpse's hand, Claire fired at point-blank range. It screamed and hissed as Claire continued demolishing its red, pulpy hand. Marcy, seeing the desicrated ,limp hand, slammed her shoulder into the door, finally closing it. They both heard a sickening crunching sound as the door's electronic lock switched back on, piercing the zombie's already mangled appendage. It was sealed inside the door- the zombie was stuck there.
BANG!BANG!BANG!
Amid the bloody screaming, Claire and Marcy quickly backed away from the door. The continuous pounding from the other side told them the thing was going into convultions struggling to free itself from its trap.
"He's not going anywhere for a while."
Marcy, gasping for air, nodded in agreement.
"...yea..."
Claire's brief smile quickly faded as she remembered the files she had read earlier.
"Umbrella...Nemesis Project...Addison..."
Marcy walked ahead of Claire. Her footsteps made a hollow, echoing sound as she trodded across a metal platform. Claire followed her across the narrow, elevated walkway into the darkness ahead of them. In all of the commotion, they both forgot to pick the flashlights back up.
A faint humming noise suddenly filled the air above them. With a tiny flicker, a few of the flourescent lights on the ceiling turned on, shedding some light into the unseemingly large room.
Marcy, cursing under her breath, stated the painfully obvious truth to Claire.
"Someone knows we're here."
She didn't answer.
"Claire?"
She turned around and saw Claire looking over the platform's unsturdy railing. Curious, she walked over to Claire.
"What are you gawking at?" she asked her jokingly.
When she saw it for herself, Marcy realized the situation below the elevated catwalk they stood on wasn't a joke:
Rows and rows of stasis chambers, many of which were open, shattered-
-or empty.
Chapter 6"Truth"
The room wasn't too big. The only other door besides the one that led back into the hallway was located on the east side of the room. Claire wasted no time reloading the baretta. Marcy turned on one of the hibernationg computers, quickly accessing the codes to the anti-virus' cooled chamber. Despite being severely rattled by the recent events, she opened the chamber, allowing Claire to sneak in and grab what looked like a metal suitcase. Inside, there was a syringe- type contraption, used for administrating the anti-virus they assumed, and four slots used to hold vials. While in the chamber, Claire carefully placed all of the anti-virus vials into the case. She realized there were only three vials, leaving the fourth spot in the case empty.
Opening the chamber was the extent of Marcy's abilities at the present moment. She now sat quietly on the floor next to the humming computer. Claire, figuring she should give Marcy a few minutes to collect herself, sat in front of the computer.
"I've always wanted to sneak a peek into the minds of the sickos that work here..."
Claick, scroll, click, scroll...
With Marcy's program, accessing Umbrella's secret files was easier than checking her own e-mail. Claire was amazed at how such a young girl was able to create something like this. She was definitely a key asset in the fight against Umbrella.
"What's this?"
Claire read the title of the next document to herself:
"Spencer Mansion- The Hive."
Clicking on the file brought her to a sub-menu.
"'The Red Queen,''Umbella Sanitation,''T-Virus Incident; Case Study,''Nemesis Project...'"
An evil smile adorned Claire's face as she commanded Marcy's laptop to download all of the files to disk. Not only did they have the anti-virus, now they would have documents from Umbrella itself admitting to its mistakes.
"Wait until Chris sees this!"
A tiny ping noise from the computer told Claire the deed was done. Claire's eyes glanced at the menu again.
"Nemesis Project..."
The Nemesis creature had been haunting Claire ever since Jill told her about it. She was curious. What would posess someone to create such a horrifying monster? She wanted to know, and this was her chance. Hesitating for a moment, Claire finally double clcked the file.
She was bombarded with tons of information. Everything from from the procedure used to turn the victim into the Nemesis to the creature's combat data was displayed. And then she saw it; a picture of the most terrifying thing she had ever seen in her life.
"Oh, my god..."
Not able to bear the sight of it anymore, Claire scrolled down and continued to read the vital information. She wished, at that moment, that she hadn't.
The file contained everything- including information about the person used in the project. "No, Claire told herself, "No, this-this isn't...how could they!?!" She covered her mouth with her hand in disgust and shook her head, refusing to believe the name displayed on the monitor was the victim:
Matthew Addison.
Marcy's brother.
Marcy's brother, whom she looked up to more than anyone, whom she strongly felt was still alive...
"Claire?"
Moving faster than she thought herself capable of, Claire quickly closed the file. She couldn't tell her now- Marcy was distraut enough from their ambush in the hallway.
"Y-yes, Marcy?"
"We need to get out of here now. We have what we came for..."
She was fine. All she needed was a few minutes to herself, and Marcy was her usual cool, calm, and collected self again. She never ceased to amaze Claire.
"Yea, you're right-"
BANG!
Both startled girls turned around, Claire nearly sliding right out of her chair. They looked all around the room, eyes wide and unblinking, for the souce of the disturbance.
BANG!BANG!
The door.
Marcy hopped up from the floor and unplugged her laptop. Claire aimed at the door as the two girls made their way to the other door. Unfortunately, it was electronically locked like most of the locks in the lab. Marcy, uploading her lock override program into the device on the door, mearly shrugged.
"Hmf! This is no problem for-"
BANG!!!
Both watched in horror as the door flung open and their attacker from earlier stood in the door frame.
"We have a problem, now..."
Marcy pounded at the key pad.
"Marcy, no pressure, but...hurry up!!!"
She fired a few shots, hoping to keep the visious creature at bay. Instead, it absorbed the bullets like a sponge soaks up water.
And then it screamed- that ear-wrenching, soul-shattering shriek- before reaching out with its razor-edged claws. A tiny ping noise sounded from the door lock device. Marcy swung the door open as the angered zombie sprinted for them.
BAM!BAM!
The fresh bullet holes in the zombie spit out spurts of it's infected blood like a miniature sprinkler. Marcy and Claire, now on the other side of the door, placed their hands on the broad, heavy door to slam it shut-
-when a red hand shot out from the other side.
"Don't let it scratch you! Quick! Shut the door!"
Both girls pushed the door with all of their might. The snarls of the creature kept their nerves screaming.
"For a decaying corpse, it sure puts up a good fight."
Placing the gun directly on the walking corpse's hand, Claire fired at point-blank range. It screamed and hissed as Claire continued demolishing its red, pulpy hand. Marcy, seeing the desicrated ,limp hand, slammed her shoulder into the door, finally closing it. They both heard a sickening crunching sound as the door's electronic lock switched back on, piercing the zombie's already mangled appendage. It was sealed inside the door- the zombie was stuck there.
BANG!BANG!BANG!
Amid the bloody screaming, Claire and Marcy quickly backed away from the door. The continuous pounding from the other side told them the thing was going into convultions struggling to free itself from its trap.
"He's not going anywhere for a while."
Marcy, gasping for air, nodded in agreement.
"...yea..."
Claire's brief smile quickly faded as she remembered the files she had read earlier.
"Umbrella...Nemesis Project...Addison..."
Marcy walked ahead of Claire. Her footsteps made a hollow, echoing sound as she trodded across a metal platform. Claire followed her across the narrow, elevated walkway into the darkness ahead of them. In all of the commotion, they both forgot to pick the flashlights back up.
A faint humming noise suddenly filled the air above them. With a tiny flicker, a few of the flourescent lights on the ceiling turned on, shedding some light into the unseemingly large room.
Marcy, cursing under her breath, stated the painfully obvious truth to Claire.
"Someone knows we're here."
She didn't answer.
"Claire?"
She turned around and saw Claire looking over the platform's unsturdy railing. Curious, she walked over to Claire.
"What are you gawking at?" she asked her jokingly.
When she saw it for herself, Marcy realized the situation below the elevated catwalk they stood on wasn't a joke:
Rows and rows of stasis chambers, many of which were open, shattered-
-or empty.