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Chapter 2
Now Leon knew something was up. Umbrella wouldn't ever leave the front door unlocked. He knew they were careless, but the front door? It just didn't seem like…well like them. He walked into the lobby, and there wasn't any sign of recent occupation. Jesus, he thought, not another spill. Now it seemed more like Umbrella. Maybe the others have already been here… But that didn't seem likely; there wasn't a single spent shell anywhere.
He walked around in the lobby for a bit, looking at some papers and memos. All of them had the Umbrella insignia on them. Figures… There was a staircase leading upstairs (duh), and a door to the right of the reception desk. He tried the upstairs door first, but it had some kind of fingerprint scanner that was locking it. They leave the front door unlocked, but no, not the upstairs door, because that would be a bad thing… He laughed silently to himself.
He walked into a huge dimly lit room. Jesus Christ… The size of it was enormous. There were lots of desks in the center of the huge room, and the walls had creepy pictures on them.
"Unhnn…"
Motherfucker. He sighed. This is getting old… He heard it shuffling towards him from somewhere to the right. He un-holstered and raised his Desert Eagle in the general vicinity of where the moaning was coming from without looking. "No more people have to die!" Leon yelled as he looked up, aimed the gun directly at the zombie's forehead and pulled the trigger. The zombie's head exploded in a splatter of brain matter, blood, and what Leon guessed was its teeth. The zombie fell to the floor with a splat, blood oozing out of where its head used to be.
"Well that was gross…" Leon said to himself as he holstered his gun. He suddenly found himself thinking of Claire, which he did a lot over the past week. Since there was obviously a spill here, where's all the blood? Where are the spent shells? "Please be okay…" He said quietly to himself.
Leon walked through the huge room, looking for anything important. But as usual, he didn't find anything. As far as he could tell, this room was used for the people that had the plush desk jobs. There were 4 rows of desks, with about 20 in each row. Who the hell cares? He asked himself. He needed to get his head back in the right place. Alright, there's nothing in here to look at… He started towards the door in the back of the room.
Woodrow had Claire strapped down to the table in the middle of his lab. Getting her out of her cell proved that she was a strong girl, but he could break her. And if not, he could just kill her. No loss to him. Maybe he could even use her to break Leon when he got here. Or Chris… Yes…I'll take their sanity, one by one.
"What are you going to do?" Claire said. He could hear the fear in her voice.
"Oh, you'll see little girl…" He grabbed a knife, and turned to her. "I never liked my toys with long hair…" Woodrow said as he grabbed her hair and began to cut. Claire couldn't do a thing. She was helpless. And that's how she will be until I decide to kill her…
"Ow!" Claire screamed, "what are you doing!"
"Shut up little girl, before I use this knife on your throat!" Woodrow yelled. He started laughing as he cut more hair off as painfully as he could.
"You're a freak, you know that right?!" Claire yelled at the top of you lungs.
Woodrow stopped cutting and put the knife up to Claire's throat. "You need to learn to be quiet little girl, or I might have to punish you."
Claire spat in his face, "do what you want, you freak, Leon will be here any minute. You'll be sorry then."
Leon. He almost forgot about Leon! "Well… I guess we'll just have to do something about that won't we?" Woodrow smirked, wiping the spit from his face. "We'll just have to... surprise him..." He laughed as he ran the knife across Claire's shaking cheek
The next room just screamed Umbrella. Dark reds and tans decorated the carpet and the curtain that hung over the only window in the room. It wasn't too big either, actually, rather cramped. There was one door in the back corner, and a large desk along the right wall. The air in the room was more…most than the others too. Leon was there for less than a minute, and he already didn't like it. He was just about to leave when he finally noticed the body lying in the center of the room. He quickly ran over to the person and checked for a pulse. There wasn't one. He could tell that it was a woman, she was slender and athletic. He rolled her over to get a good look at her. When he saw her face he felt a mixture of sorrow and rage.
It was Claire.
Uh oh… I wonder what's going to happen next? You'll have to read to find out!!