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Chapter 9
Wesker sat in front of the computer that showed the video feeds of several of the cameras throughout the facility. One of them showed Redfield and his little band of miscreants walking through the first floor. You won't get away this time Chris. The second showed Kennedy and another girl talking about something Wesker couldn't hear. And the third showed the head scientist of the facility; Woodrow.
He was typing frantically on a computer. A computer that was hooked up to a class Z tyrant. That's new… No one had told Wesker about a class Z. Woodrow's been busy hasn't he?
Wesker got up from his seat and headed for the door. The class Z wouldn't pose much of a threat, but it would definitely be a thorn in his side. For now he had to meet up with the second agent HCF sent in.
Wesker preferred working alone, but he knew better than to second guess the company.
Somebody's been here all right. Chris thought as he stared at the headless zombie lying on the floor of the huge room.
"50 cal, Leon's been here all right." Barry said tossing the shell aside.
"Any other casings?" Chris asked, checking one of the many desks in the room.
"None that I can see, sorry Chris." Barry replied as he got up from his sitting position on the ground. Everyone remained quiet, as they had ever since they entered this place. It just didn't feel right. But when did Umbrella ever feel right?
"Well there's obviously nothing here, let's get going." Carlos said impatiently, while he waited at the back door. "Come on."
"All right all right, shut up." Jill sighed as she walked towards the door. Everyone joined her, and just before they could go through the door when they heard a rather loud bark that sounded like it was barking through mucus.
Carlos turned immediately and whipped out his gun. "Okay, that was the most fucked up bark I've ever heard."
Whatever it was it barked again and this time Chris could tell it came from above them. "It's on the ceiling!" He yelled.
Everyone immediately looked up and began searching for the origin of the noise. "In the corner!" Someone yelled.
A small shiny black thing clung to the wall with long claws. It was only about the size of a small man and its claws were about half the size of its body.
"Shoot the damn thing!" Carlos yelled opening fire. Everyone followed suit; the rattle of the M4 and the louder nine-millimeters filled the room.
As his Beretta went dry Chris held up his hand and everyone stopped firing. After the smoke cleared he looked up at the things perch.
"We didn't hit a damn thing." Barry said pointing to another side of the wall. The thing was perched in the middle staring at them upside down.
Chris slammed another clip into his Beretta and aimed it directly at the monsters face. "I'll get it."
The thing let out a bark of protest and jumped 20 feet to the ground.
"Shit." Chris spat. He aimed down towards its landing place, but his view was obstructed by desks. Then nothing. Not a sound. "Carlos, Barry fan out and search."
Carlos and Barry immediately went on either side of Chris with about 10 feet between each man. "Go." Chris said. All three men walked around the desks, searching for the monster. They all reached the back wall at the same time, but there was no sign of it.
"I don't see—
Carlos was cut off by the cracking of wood and another loud bark. Chris turned in the direction of the noise and was face to face with the black thing. He yelled something even he couldn't comprehend and dove away, firing blindly in its general vicinity.
"Chris!" Jill yelled as she ran up next to him.
Carlos and Barry both drove the creature into hiding with gunfire. "It's just to damn fast." Carlos said as he aimed at the spot at which it disappeared.
"Oh I'm pissed now." Chris said as he got up off the ground. "Give me the shotgun." Barry pulled the Remington from his shoulder and handed it to Chris. "Let's see it dodge this." He smirked.
More cracking of wood came from the left of the group, and Chris spun around just in time to see it break through one of the desks. It began running at him, and just before it could take a swipe he pulled the trigger. It sent the thing flying back through the air as blood sprayed the desks around it.
"Well that takes care of that." Rebecca said sighing.
"I am not staying here!" Sara yelled, obviously irritated.
"It's too dangerous out there Sara." Leon said calmly. "I don't want you getting hurt."
"C'mon Leon, just give me a gun and I'll be fine." She pleaded.
She's just as stubborn as Claire. He pulled out one of the handguns that were left by the Umbrella agent. "Do you know how to use one of these?" I suppose she can come with. The last time I left someone alone…
"Of course I can." Sara said cutting off his thoughts. She quickly snatched up the weapon and inspected it. "Where's the safe—
The rest of her sentence was cut off by the deafening bang of the nine-millimeter and her own little squeak of surprise.
"There isn't one." Leon said rubbing his ears.
She giggled. "Oops. Well, I'll get used it."
"Great." Leon said sarcastically as he turned around towards the door. "C'mon then."
As they walked out of the room Leon pulled out the map Hunk had given him earlier. "Did you hear that?" Sara asked breaking his concentration.
"Hear what?" He asked still staring at the map.
She tilted her head sideways as if you hear better. "It sounded like someone screaming."
"I've been hearing that a lot lately, but it's best to just ignore it." He said as he tried to find their place on the map. "And besides, there was some guy trying to freak me out earlier, and I don't think he's stopped." They started walking towards the door leading to the stairwell.
"That could only be Woodrow." She said. "He's the only one here that's that twisted." She tucked the handgun into her pocked as they walked.
Leon grabbed the gun out of her pocket and stuffed it in the back of her pants, all while still walking.
"Ah, that's cold!"
"Is he the only scientist alive in this place?" He asked smirking at her.
"Probably." She started. "I don't think anyone else survived the spill."
They both stopped in front of the door leading to the staircase, and when Leon went to open it a loud scream came from close behind them. Leon spun around and un-strapped the Remington.
"Stay back." He said as he walked slowly down the hallway.
"Chris I…" Jill stopped talking when she realized she couldn't find the words to comfort him. She wrapped her arms around his waist in a tight embrace.
Everyone had remained quiet since they entered the room and found Claire's body lying next to a mutilated zombie. Rebecca had checked her out and guessed the dead was around 5 hours ago. She also determined that Claire was murdered; a long gash was across her neck.
Jill didn't think she'd ever seen Chris cry, but as soon as he laid eyes on her, tears began flowing freely. One thing was for sure, they wouldn't be leaving until they found Claire's killer.
"Chris, we need to go…" Jill trailed off. She let of him and looked into his eyes. They showed shock, disbelief and anger all at the same time. "Chris?"
He shook his head violently and looked at her. "Okay." His monotone voice make Jill's skin crawl. This isn't the Chris that she was used to. But can you really blame him?
She took his hand and followed the rest of the quiet group into the next room. Somebody went slap-happy. Two zombies lay in the front of the room, and two more in the rear, and were seriously mangled beyond all recognition. Blood splattered the walls and brain tissue littered the floor. Bloody boot prints also scattered about, and the smell was horrible.
"Who took a shit and forgot to flush?" Carlos plugged his nose. Nobody laughed. It was funny, but nobody laughed.
"Nothing in here, let's get going." Rebecca said as she got up off the ground from checking the blood on the ground.
"God damned piece of shit!" Chris yelled, startling everyone in the room. He kicked one of the several desks and caused it to tip over. "Motherfucker!"
Everyone just stood back and let him vent his anger. It's the least we can do.
"Kennedy is still alive." Ada coolly said as she checked her weapon. Wesker tapped a few keys to bring up the camera with Leon and Sara. "I know, he's with some girl, probably one of the researcher's family members."
"A girl?" She asked. "Is it Claire?"
"Now now, don't get too jealous." He smirked. "No it's not Redfield's sister."
Ada looked at him. "Jealous at least I don't have some weird obsession Chris Redfield."
"Quiet." Wesker said angrily. "We need to get to work. Woodrow has the virus, and there's no other way to get it besides through hem. And he has a class Z tyrant with down there with him."
Ada's eyes widened. "A class Z?! But—
"Don't worry about it." Wesker interrupted. "I've got it covered." He shut off the small monitor and spun around towards the door. "It's time to go."
Woodrow watched the many monitors like a hawk. Why won't you die?! The Ca1's weren't posing much of a threat; most of them were staying in their cages, only three had come out. One of them was killed by a S.T.A.R.S member. They'll all be sorry when I release my creation. He looked over to the monitor that held Leon and Sara. They were going to a lower level by way of stairs. No matter, there are more lickers downstairs. He hit the button to unlock the B1 elevator. The sooner they're all together, the sooner I can release it.
Leon was causing a rather large problem for him, Woodrow would enjoy watching him die. "Just you wait Leon…"
"I told you Leon was gonna kick your ass."
Woodrow ignored the voice that had been bothering him for the past two hours. His head tended to wander…
Sorry about the long delay in the update guys, I've been rather busy these past few weeks.
I want to thank those that continue to review chapter after chapter you are really my inspiration. What did you guys think? Do you think that was really Claire talking to Woodrow, or was it just his head talking to him again? Only time will tell.
And for those of you that have those thoughts in your head: Yes, there will be a sequel; I actually have some of it written already ^_^