Part 2: The laboratory.
"We haven't reached the bottom floor yet sir." reported corporal Griffiths. "The lift must have got stuck." Wesker strode over to the lift doors, and wrenched them open with no visible effort. The lift was stuck between floors. There was only a very small part of the door to the lower floor showing, so Wesker pulled open the outer lift doors of the upper floor. The soldiers clambered out, finding themselves in a corridor. Checking a sign on the wall revealed that they were two floors above where they wanted to be. Wesker checked his map. "There should be some emergency stairs at the end of the corridor." he said, "We can get down that way". The squad moved down the corridor, towards the door at the end. Suddenly, a side door burst open. A large green creature charged through it, and leapt at the soldiers. With one swipe of its giant claws, the Hunter decapitated private Roberts, and knocked aside Wesker himself. Wesker's body armour saved him from serious harm. Wesker was momentarily stunned. The other soldiers opened fire on the Hunter, but the AR-15 bullets seemed to be having little effect. This Hunter had tougher skin than those that Wesker had commanded in the past. Private Ramirez, who was further down the corridor from the creature than the other troops, grabbed his GMG and shouted, "RUN!" The Hunter heard this, and turned to attack him. Meanwhile, the other soldiers and Wesker ran away down the corridor. Ramirez opened fire with the GMG. Five grenade rounds hit the Hunter dead on. Bits of scorched flesh flew into the air, and the Hunter was no more. Another door burst open, heralding the arrival of another Hunter. This time, the squad was ready for it... A hail of AR-15 and Desert Eagle bullets drove the creature back, while the GMG annihilated the foul creature. At last, the squad passed through the door to the emergency stairs. A metal platform led to the stairs leading down. From below, a large number of zombie dogs could be heard.
Private Ironside walked over to the edge of the platform, and leaned on the railing to look over the edge. Below, he could see a large number of open animal cages, and about twenty dogs roaming around the room. "Ugly bastards, aren't they!" he remarked. Suddenly, with a creaking noise, the railing gave way. Ironside fell all the way to the floor two stories below, and hit hard. "Oh no!" shouted the Corporal, "We've got to help him!" The remaining seven soldiers moved to the edge of the platform, and opened fire on the dogs below. Meanwhile, Ironside sat up, trying to ignore the pain from his broken bones, only to see the massive pack of zombie dogs running towards him. He raised his rifle, and pulled the trigger. The weapon spat out five rounds, killing a dog, but then the rifle jammed. The fall must have damaged it, he realised. He quickly drew his pistol, and started shooting. The combined efforts of Ironside and the other troops above had killed 10 of the dogs by now, but the others were about to reach him. Not wanting to die like Smith did, Ironside pulled out two hand-grenades, and pulled the pins. Three seconds later, a huge explosion killed the unfortunate soldier, and several of the dogs with him. The other soldiers carried on firing until the remaining dogs were all dead.
"Damn it!" yelled Wesker, "If we lose any more men, we wont be able to move the Tyrant's capsule out of here!" Captain Wesker led the way down the metal stairway to the bottom floor. Entering the only door in sight, the squad found themselves in a corridor. The jammed lift could be seen at the other end of the corridor. Consulting his map, Wesker directed them to a large metal door. It was unlocked. Opening the door, Wesker was confronted by the sight of about a hundred zombies. Before they noticed him, he quickly slammed the door. It seemed that the animal rights protesters had laid siege to the Tyrant laboratory. When the virus has escaped, they had all become zombies, and were now blocking Wesker's path to the lab.
Quickly, Wesker outlined the situation to the soldiers. "I bet you're glad we came prepared, eh?" he said, a malignant grin spreading across his face, "Assemble the XM-214!" Four of the soldiers removed their backpacks, and removed the component parts of the XM-214 minigun. They attached the power unit to the gun itself, and fitted the ammo feed to the side of the weapon. The fourth soldier added to the ammo-pack the spare minigun bullets he had been carrying. The XM-214 minigun complete with ammo and the power pack would usually be too heavy for a single man to carry, but Wesker was no ordinary human. He donned the heavy ammunition pack, and picked up the weapon. Starting up the motor, he stepped through the doorway.
Hearing the low howl of the minigun, the horde of zombies turned, and began to advance towards Wesker. As they did so, an evil grin spread across his face. Wesker was going to enjoy this. He aimed, and activated the ammo- feed, sending round after round into the weapon. A deafening roar filled the room as a six-foot long gout of flame jetted out of the minigun. Wesker was carrying enough ammunition for twenty seconds of continuous fire. The lethal hail of bullets from the huge weapon decimated the horde of zombies, throwing chunks of rotting flesh and severed limbs across the room. One after another, the zombies submitted to the onslaught. Wesker moved the revolving barrels to the right, destroying another group of the undead, and causing bullets to ricochet off the metal door to the tyrant lab. By the time Wesker ran out of ammunition, the gun was smoking, and the opposite wall was bespattered with gore. The zombies were no more. Wesker dropped the empty weapon, and led his squad through the carnage, into the lab.
"We haven't reached the bottom floor yet sir." reported corporal Griffiths. "The lift must have got stuck." Wesker strode over to the lift doors, and wrenched them open with no visible effort. The lift was stuck between floors. There was only a very small part of the door to the lower floor showing, so Wesker pulled open the outer lift doors of the upper floor. The soldiers clambered out, finding themselves in a corridor. Checking a sign on the wall revealed that they were two floors above where they wanted to be. Wesker checked his map. "There should be some emergency stairs at the end of the corridor." he said, "We can get down that way". The squad moved down the corridor, towards the door at the end. Suddenly, a side door burst open. A large green creature charged through it, and leapt at the soldiers. With one swipe of its giant claws, the Hunter decapitated private Roberts, and knocked aside Wesker himself. Wesker's body armour saved him from serious harm. Wesker was momentarily stunned. The other soldiers opened fire on the Hunter, but the AR-15 bullets seemed to be having little effect. This Hunter had tougher skin than those that Wesker had commanded in the past. Private Ramirez, who was further down the corridor from the creature than the other troops, grabbed his GMG and shouted, "RUN!" The Hunter heard this, and turned to attack him. Meanwhile, the other soldiers and Wesker ran away down the corridor. Ramirez opened fire with the GMG. Five grenade rounds hit the Hunter dead on. Bits of scorched flesh flew into the air, and the Hunter was no more. Another door burst open, heralding the arrival of another Hunter. This time, the squad was ready for it... A hail of AR-15 and Desert Eagle bullets drove the creature back, while the GMG annihilated the foul creature. At last, the squad passed through the door to the emergency stairs. A metal platform led to the stairs leading down. From below, a large number of zombie dogs could be heard.
Private Ironside walked over to the edge of the platform, and leaned on the railing to look over the edge. Below, he could see a large number of open animal cages, and about twenty dogs roaming around the room. "Ugly bastards, aren't they!" he remarked. Suddenly, with a creaking noise, the railing gave way. Ironside fell all the way to the floor two stories below, and hit hard. "Oh no!" shouted the Corporal, "We've got to help him!" The remaining seven soldiers moved to the edge of the platform, and opened fire on the dogs below. Meanwhile, Ironside sat up, trying to ignore the pain from his broken bones, only to see the massive pack of zombie dogs running towards him. He raised his rifle, and pulled the trigger. The weapon spat out five rounds, killing a dog, but then the rifle jammed. The fall must have damaged it, he realised. He quickly drew his pistol, and started shooting. The combined efforts of Ironside and the other troops above had killed 10 of the dogs by now, but the others were about to reach him. Not wanting to die like Smith did, Ironside pulled out two hand-grenades, and pulled the pins. Three seconds later, a huge explosion killed the unfortunate soldier, and several of the dogs with him. The other soldiers carried on firing until the remaining dogs were all dead.
"Damn it!" yelled Wesker, "If we lose any more men, we wont be able to move the Tyrant's capsule out of here!" Captain Wesker led the way down the metal stairway to the bottom floor. Entering the only door in sight, the squad found themselves in a corridor. The jammed lift could be seen at the other end of the corridor. Consulting his map, Wesker directed them to a large metal door. It was unlocked. Opening the door, Wesker was confronted by the sight of about a hundred zombies. Before they noticed him, he quickly slammed the door. It seemed that the animal rights protesters had laid siege to the Tyrant laboratory. When the virus has escaped, they had all become zombies, and were now blocking Wesker's path to the lab.
Quickly, Wesker outlined the situation to the soldiers. "I bet you're glad we came prepared, eh?" he said, a malignant grin spreading across his face, "Assemble the XM-214!" Four of the soldiers removed their backpacks, and removed the component parts of the XM-214 minigun. They attached the power unit to the gun itself, and fitted the ammo feed to the side of the weapon. The fourth soldier added to the ammo-pack the spare minigun bullets he had been carrying. The XM-214 minigun complete with ammo and the power pack would usually be too heavy for a single man to carry, but Wesker was no ordinary human. He donned the heavy ammunition pack, and picked up the weapon. Starting up the motor, he stepped through the doorway.
Hearing the low howl of the minigun, the horde of zombies turned, and began to advance towards Wesker. As they did so, an evil grin spread across his face. Wesker was going to enjoy this. He aimed, and activated the ammo- feed, sending round after round into the weapon. A deafening roar filled the room as a six-foot long gout of flame jetted out of the minigun. Wesker was carrying enough ammunition for twenty seconds of continuous fire. The lethal hail of bullets from the huge weapon decimated the horde of zombies, throwing chunks of rotting flesh and severed limbs across the room. One after another, the zombies submitted to the onslaught. Wesker moved the revolving barrels to the right, destroying another group of the undead, and causing bullets to ricochet off the metal door to the tyrant lab. By the time Wesker ran out of ammunition, the gun was smoking, and the opposite wall was bespattered with gore. The zombies were no more. Wesker dropped the empty weapon, and led his squad through the carnage, into the lab.
