COEUS FREED (unfinished)
After the physical in that typical exam room, Dillon now found himself in a peculiar round and eye burningly white chamber. He was stripped down to a hospital gown, his bare ass facing the five or so scientists lined along the wall behind him. He was never fully informed why he was undergoing this particular part of testing, and he was facing a large reflective window behind which Umbrella and Army superiors must obviously be talking matters over whether he was fit for the special unit or not. A voice came over some invisible speaker in the room,
"Mr. Dillon, please take a seat on the examination table next to you. We are going to be testing your body's resistance to a new viral inoculation."
A cold sweat had begun to form in Dillon's palms, and he felt a stream run down from his armpit. Stiffly, he got up onto the 'table' and sat. It was a contraption, several arms coming out with needles and strange sharp things like out of a science fiction movie. The voice came over the speaker again, asking him to lie down and straighten his legs. Two scientists from the wall came forward, one holding the needle with the so-called inoculation. Lying on the table tensely, Dillon watched as the scientist prepped his arm with an alcohol wipe.
"This won't hurt, but you may feel a bit of discomfort afterward."
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"Jesus Christ! Get out of the room!"
The hulk on the metal slab was now sitting up, its red eyes flickering to life as the three scientists frantically fumbled with the door's seal. Alan and Delaney were wrenching the wheel lock as Lloyd ran across the room to punch the Big Red Button. Everything turned to blinking red and alarms blared as the great Tyrant looked to the two by the door, the muscles in it's enormous jaw flexing.
"You fucking idiot, why the fuck did you seal us in?!" Alan screamed as he and Delaney spun the wheel until a sputter of air being released signaled the mechanism unlocking.
"It's common foocking procedure you bloody fool!"
They pulled the heavy door open and Alan quickly shouldered his way out followed by the young English scientist. Lloyd scrambled across the room to follow and run out, but he was cut short as the Tyrant's enormous feet touched the ground just in front of his path.
He let out a gasp and stumbled backwards over the tray of scalpels and surgical equipment, his palm instantly slicing open on the tools. He screamed, holding his white and gushing red hand as the monster loomed just over him. The Tyrant's body suddenly twitched at the noise, and in pure reflex it raised the broad side of its right across its chest and silenced the human.
Delaney's eyes dilated at the sight of the Tyrant raising its claw and the red lines that stained the wall after the slash. He knew that Lloyd had just been torn apart.
"Come on!" Alan screamed, grabbing Delaney's arm and pulling him out of the room. The thick steel door was left open as the two scientists ran without looking back.