((Oh, right. Wesky boy wasn't turning the less-used gears of his mind to
the zombies, no no no. That was just on general principle. I mean shit, think about it. Middle of nowhere, no real human contact, and no sex for
god knows how long. I'd be thinking about fucking Jill and Rebecca senseless! And I think that's something that we the people can confide in. But mind you it wasn't triggered by zombies, nor were they about zombies.
Ech.))

Ah, now there was that comforting 'bing' sound again. Hunk slid his weapon to the ready position, taking pride in how comfortable the stock felt against his shoulder. The doors slid open, and the anticipation was beautiful. Who knows what might await them? Hunk, having taken part in previous Umbrella cleanup operations, knew that the company had a sort of thing for altering nature...Far beyond the ways of your average zombie. And the labs would be exactly where to find this sort of thing. Sadly however, the hall before them was bare and relatively clean, save the fluorescent light that had fallen to the floor. "Alright boys," The captain's voice sent his train of thought flying off the rails. "We've entered part two of what's hopefully a two-part operation. Now that the upper level is cleared, it leaves us by default to work through here. Since the upper levels had the most workers, this should be cakewalk compared to it. Just a few scientists lurking about."

Hunk simply chuckled to himself, hoping that the captain didn't really believe this bullshit he was feeding them. Anybody who had seen the lower levels, the more clandestine areas, of any Umbrella facility saw things that were not meant to be seen. The captain was an experienced man in this sort of thing, albeit a stupid one, so surely he must've come across these little 'skeletons in the closet' at some point. The worst of them was that freakish cross between what seemed to be a skinned gorilla and a frog. What did they call it again? A Huntsman, or something? Well, no matter. These rookies would only slow him down, and so he felt the need to change this.

"Captain." His tone, the pinnacle of indifference, made its way through the gas mask's filters. "What is it, Hunk?" Hook, line and sinker. "The hall splits apart up ahead. There's too much ground for one team to cover. Why not form two teams? Divide and conquer." The Captain paused, thinking to himself. "No. It's too risky," The man's reply was short and simple. As well, it was the best thing Hunk could've hoped to hear. "Oh? But I thought you said it would be just a few scientists lurking about... You yourself admitted it, we've got no worries, so why not get out of here as soon as we can? I think the troops here agree."

Several anxious nods from the three remaining squadmates verified this, each of them perpetually scanning the empty corridor. The Captain's tone was less than fearless, "Alright, fine. Willman, Hunk, you two go right. Everyone else, come with me." As Hunk suspected, the man's fear for his own credibility had overridden the concern for the general safety and welfare of his squad. Now just to get rid of this Willman fellow...

As the two rounded the corner and things immediately began to look more hellish, lights flickering on and off with contaminated residue blotched on the walls and floor, Hunk devised a simple plan: Tell Willman to go somewhere that would get him killed. A bit clichéd, but it would have to do. The formerly-white walls were plagued with doors everywhere, surely one of them held greater perils than the common zombie for Willman to combat. It was up to luck to decide if this was the case or not. It occurred to him that killing Willman manually would be far easier, but it was also true that this would be... What was that word... Ah, yes. Un-sportsmanlike. "Willman, take every door on the left side. I'll take the right."

With that, Hunk began heading towards the corridor's right side and the three doors contained somewhere along it at different points respectively. He was cut off by a shaky voice. "Hell no. I'm staying with you." Well holy god damn. The man, in accordance with his name, had a will of his own. No matter, it could still be done. "Alright, fine. If you can keep up." Not about to start waiting for another's compliance, Hunk smashed down the wooden door with two well-placed kicks to its handle, which looked less- than-useful afterwards. He stormed into the room, which was fairly well- lit, and immediately scanned about for any obvious infected, as well as any hidden ones. Signs of movement under desks, sounds from closets, even a brief search of the ceiling revealed- What the FUCK was that?!

A horrific thing composed of what looked like zombie and insect sewn together sat, its six large foreclaws dug into the ceiling near an air duct, stared down at him from beneath a rotten human skull. "Chimera," He blurted out almost instinctively, having seen things about these in some of the more classified reports. He leaped back, ready for action, and it was a good thing he did so since the wretched beast dropped down to the spot where the operative was split seconds ago. He turned to face it, gun at the ready, only to find that its quick movement had cut the distance he just made in half. His MP5A2's barrel lowered a bit to try and aim at the crawling monster, but it was already too late.

Too late to get in the kill, that is. Willman took it after unleashing five furious rounds upon the thing, which, after a squelched whine emerged from the beast, killed the Chimera. Hunk stepped gingerly over its twitching carcass, getting the feel of an astonished look from beneath the other's mask. "W-w-w-," the other began, to which Hunk responded by cutting him off. "The Captain lied to us. Well, to you. This is where they keep the experiments. Although the zombie count will be down, the freak count's about to skyrocket. Come on, we've got rooms to clear."

Hunk uttered a few silent curses to himself. This guy was naïve, and a rookie, but he was quick on his feet. Just shooting him now would be easier, and it would gain him more ammo- which was going to be vital down here, where creatures were meant to withstand a barrage of rounds and keep going. "Fuck sportsmanship."

Hunk whirled around, and without even thinking pumped a three-round burst into Wilson's collarbone. Instant death, only a gurgle of a dying scream emanated from the man. Hunk hated to do things so blatantly like that, especially to such a talented rookie like Willman, but his own survival was the most vital thing here. He gathered every last trace of ammunition from the man, and even took his holstered sidearm. A common Walther P5, which he recognized as being a smooth, somewhat stubby, and rather easy-to-use sidearm that had too many safety features for his liking. Still, it was easy to use one-handed, which would be vital. He undid the dead man's holster, and strapped it onto himself. Thigh holster, and at the very least a comfortable one. He inserted the secondary weapon into its proper place, and began to head for door #2.