Chapter 2- Concussion
It moved its face close to mine.
~End Flashback~
"AHHHHHHHHHH." I yelled as I shot up in bed. Was it a dream? My mind asked. No it wasn't. So why was I in this bed? It was a white bed, in a white sterile room. I realized I was in a hospital. I could here the sounds of people's voices around me. Suddenly a nurse strode into the room.
"Oh, your up." She declared.
"How did I get here?" I asked.
"The police told me that you hyper-ventilated and you collapsed. So they brought you here." She answered. "You also have a visitor."
Jennifer? Lance? I asked myself.
"Your clothes are over there on that chair, and you can leave whenever you like, your wounds are all healed."
She then walked out of the room. I shot up, and grabbed my clothes. I started to walk out of the door, when I bumped into someone.
"Jennifer!" I exclaimed.
"Damien, I was so worried!" she threw her arms around me and pulled me close to her. Then she let go.
"I told the police everything, but they didn't believe me, what are we going to do?"
I brought my eyes to the floor in thought.
"What about, what about the S.T.A.R.S. team. The newspaper said they experienced what we did in that Arkly mansion. Maybe if we can find one of them, they can help us."
"Well, where should we look?"
I looked back down at the floor again.
"Raccoon. There were still people there when we left. Maybe they stayed behind to help."
Jennifer locked eyes with me. "Do you really want to go back there again?" she asked.
Then I remembered. I must've stood there for hours retelling myself the story.
*FLASHBACK*
I remember starring into the empty eye-sockets of the other victim. By instinct I put the shotgun to its stomach.
"Wait." It said.
I suddenly realized that this wasn't a victim. It was a human. Those were just sunglasses.
"Behind you!" the person yelled. I whipped around to see Jake only 2 feet away, his arm reached out to grab me. His hand wrapped around my shoulder. I put the shotgun to his stomach. He moved his face forward to bite my neck. I pulled the trigger. The blast rang out throughout the area. Jake flew back 4 feet, landing face up. A large hole was gaping in his stomach. Blood poured over the concrete. I stared at the body for a while. I stared at its pale, rotting skin, his limp limbs, his empty gaze. I turned around again. He, or she, was gone. And, had taken my bike.
"Oh shit!" I yelled. I was trapped between emotions. Jake's re-death washed over me, and the thievery of my vehicle made me feel angry and depressed. All the emotions engulfing me, blocking out my world around me. I couldn't hear the Jake stand up. I couldn't see him walk about behind me. I couldn't feel his hand on my shoulder. I couldn't smell his hot, rotting breath. Suddenly I snapped out of my sickly stupor, and primal bloodlust took over. I brought my shoulder up in contact with his face. Jake stumbled back, only to come lunging forward again. I twirled around, bringing the shotgun up. I fired the gun again, and his left limb flew off. He groaned then came again. Blood was now everywhere. Soaking the soft grass, and on my ruffled clothing. Splattered on my pale skin. I pumped the gun again. Brought it to eye level, and aimed at his head. He rushed at me at his full force. I pulled the trigger. The deafening blast rang out. Gray and white chunks of brain and skull scattered everywhere. The corpse just stood there for a moment. Its muscles were locked. They loosened, and finally collapsed. His body crumpled to the ground, forming into a lifeless pile of bones and flesh. I stood there staring at him.
He was dead. I thought to myself.
"He was dead!" I said aloud. I threw the shotgun at the ground. "What the hell is going on in this damn place?" I shouted to nobody. Then picked up my shotgun again, and reloaded it. I turned to the police station. Maybe, I thought, they'd have some answers. I strode towards it angrily. Bursting through the doors, I could see employee's running, around, and panic-stricken faces.
"What the hell is going on here?!" I screamed, waving the shotgun wildly.. Some people jumped, others yelled and dove behind furniture. Some of the armed officers drew their weapons and pointed them at me.
"Freeze!" they yelled in a mangled unison.
I realized I still had the shotgun in my hand.
"Drop the weapon!" one of them yelled. I slowly bent down and placed my gun on the floor, then put my hands up. One of them rushed over, the others still aiming at. He strapped handcuffs on my wrists and put me on the floor. Then the usual routine happened, and I explained my story. One of the officers stepped up. "We've getting calls like this all day, were taking care of it," he said taking my handcuffs off.
"Are you saying that there have been more of these things?" I asked nervously.
"More?" one of the employees yelled. "The whole downtown is invaded with them!" I could feel all the blood from my face drain out. I didn't know what to say. More of these...
"How did those people get like that?"
The same officer spoke. "We don't know, but since you are a police officer-"
"I- I am?" I stuttered.
"Well, not yet, but you are still part of the R.P.D. division, then you still have to fight with us. Now, go to the back and get you weapons and gear. Then you going to go out with the next squad." I stared at him, expecting him to smile and laugh, for this to be some sort of joke, for that thing outside to be some sort of dream. But no, he just turned and went back to his work. I thought about running, but couldn't bring myself to do it. I realized, I needed to find out who did this to Jake, I needed, I needed closure. I walk towards the back, where a man gave me some automatic weapon, and surprisingly enough, put S.W.A.T. gear on me. I had never worn this type of clothing before, and it weighed me down. He then slipped a clip into my front vest pocket. He told me where to go, and I started out.
Outside, I met the two men I would be fighting with. First, there was Lance Waywing, out leader. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but I could tell that if he really wanted to kill, he would ravage. Then there was James Gould, he was in the same situation as me, not really part of the police force, but still had to fight. I pitied him though he didn't really seem to have any idea what was going on, I could tell by the way he spoke. His voice quivered and shrunk like some frightened animal. There were others, but they didn't seem to pay attention to me. We were all loaded into the back of a truck, then it started to drive. I shifted in my cold metal seat as the truck ran over a bump. After a few minutes I could feel the vehicle slow. It stopped and we all waited in silence. The doors swung open.
"Ok, Everybody out." The driver ordered. He also had a weapon, which he seemed to have no idea how to use. We all filed out, and the driver got into the truck again and drove away. We all stood there staring out at the complete chaos. People were running and screaming, being chased by disgusting figures who stumbled after them. One was tackled by a beast, who started to feast on him. Lance pumped his shotgun and ran behind a car door. James followed him. They both started to shoot at the mob. I thought about running, again, but decided against it. Instead, I ran next to them brought the gun up to eye level.
"Head shots guys," I said aloud, remembering what it took to kill Jake. I cringed at the thought. There shots changed and some of the zombies started going down, only to be pushed out of the way by the relentless army. I aimed at the nearest zombie and squeezed the trigger. The gun shook in my hand as the bullets flew from the gun. Chief Irons must've been a little crazy if he was putting an automatic weapon in the hands of a 17 year old who defiantly wasn't qualified to go into combat, let alone some sort of freakish zombie nightmare. Then again who ever had been in a battle against an evil (I presumed it was an evil) of this kind before, so who was I to say who was "qualified enough" to fight or not. I realized I was ranting mindlessly to myself about things that really didn't matter. All I knew was that I needed to keep these zombies back. I swept the weapon from side to side, knocking the creatures backwards. I still had my finger down on the trigger, even when I heard the click that meant I was empty. I ejected the clip and put the new one from my vest home. Sliding the lock back, I brought it back up to eye level. Suddenly a zombie was right in front of me. I stumbled backward, into Lance.
"Let's move!" I cried, turning on my heels. I sprinted backward, hearing Lance calling to me to wait, but I didn't. I just kept running. I soon heard him following behind me, still calling my name. I saw an alleyway and ran into it. Breathing heavily, I flung myself against a brick wall. A shudder of pain carried its way through my shoulder. I slid the riot helmet of my head, inhaling the fresh air, which wasn't so fresh anymore. It was tinged with the putrid smell of rotting fruit, or rotting flesh. I slid my hand through my sweat soaked brown hair. Suddenly, Lance burst around the corner, still facing the way of the mob, still firing. He threw himself at the wall, just as I had.
"They've broken through the barricade." He said, the words slid of his tongue like it was a curse word. He ejected his clip and slipped the new one in.
"Where are we going to go?" I asked in a quivering voice.
He shook his head, saying that he didn't know.
I was about to cry, looking down at the ground. I saw something. A last glimmer of hope lied before my eyes. Lance slid of his mask, revealing slicked back blond hair.
"Look!" I said pointing at it. It was an opening to a sewer pipe.
Suddenly gunshots rang out form the drain.
We both stared at it, raising our weapons. More shots rang out. Our eyes trained on the small opening.
"Awww, screw it! I hate suspense!" Lance shouted. He suddenly ran forward, and dove into the hole, feet first. I was at first, shocked at his actions. But then I realized that drastic measures must be taken in this situation. Besides, it could be my only chance of survival. With those last thoughts I ran and jumped into the hole.
I landed with a splash. A million disgusting smells engulfed me all at once, making me feel lightheaded and dizzy. I stumbled around for a moment trying to get my bearings, but when I finally did my heart skipped a beat. A mangled face was slowly coming closer to mine, only a few inches apart. I instinctively pulled the trigger. The lead from my weapon tore through its already grotesque stomach, driving it back. I stepped backward still tearing away at its gut. I finally brought my aim up towards the head, and the thing died. Its head exploded like a melon taking a beating from a jackhammer, sending gray matter and skull flying everywhere. I finally stopped as the gun ran out of ammunition. I checked my vest for another clip, but nothing was there. I through the gun into the thick sewage and suddenly heard something behind me. I whipped around only to see Lance standing there, with someone else. There was a woman, who looked very familiar, I just couldn't put my finger on it. She wore a pair of black jeans and a black tank that had a hieroglyphic eye on the front.
"Who are you?" I asked.
She fumbled with her words, almost seemed afraid to speak.
"I-I'm Jessica Norton."
I suddenly realized what was so familiar about her.
"You!" I shouted, pointing a finger at her. "It was you! You stole my bike!"
A pair of sunglasses rested upon her bright blond-haired head.
She shrunk back into Lance.
"Yes, yes it was me. I needed to get out of there. Those things were going to get me!" she half-yelled.
"Yea well they almost got me," I said angrily. "You stole my bike and left me there to die!"
"We'll I'm sorry, I just can't stand to be around those things anymore."
Lance suddenly spoke. "What are you saying, that you've have experience with these things before this?"
"We'll I have too," I said.
"Yes but you haven't seen them like I have. I've seen it. I've seen how..."
"You've seen what?" I asked.
"Nothing..."
I looked over at Lance. He just shrugged. I nodded.
"Whatever," he said. "Why are you down here?"
"I was running." The young girl said.
"From what?"
The girl trailed off into her own thoughts, seeming that she didn't want to tell us.
"Nothing," she said again.
"Nothing seems to happen to you a lot." Lance said.
I grinned at his immature remark.
"But anyway," I said. "Where are you running to?"
She just looked at me, in a confused manner, as if she had a million thoughts going through her head at once. She finally looked at Lance, then, sighed.
"I'm an employee at the Umbrella cooperation, and well... they're not as cracked up as you think they are. They're really doing these sick experiments on people and animals and you know, living things.
We leaned in closer, to get a better listen.
"Like what?"
She went on. "Well, you know those things up there? Things like that."
"Well how did that happen?" Lance asked.
She continued. "Well there's a section of Umbrella called "White Umbrella," and that's the section that does all the experiments. I found files about a scientist, a real sick one, his name was William something. He created a virus, the "T-Virus." It was supposed to regenerate things that are dead, or something, I don't know exactly. But I found out, and I guess I wasn't supposed to. After that, he set some sort of T-infected beast on me, and that's what I was running from."
Lance and I exchanged glances. Then he spoke.
"Well I guess that explains those things, BUT, how did they get infected with the virus?"
She shook her head and shrugged.
"Well then what did this "beast" look like?" I asked.
Her eyes went wide. He lips trembled. Her whole body shook.
"That!" she shouted, pointing a finger behind me. I whipped around, only to come face to face with a disgusting reptilian beast. It looked humanoid, only it was covered in scaled, and had small black eyes, and its ears stuck up out of its head. I dove backward just in time to see Lance pull the trigger on his gun. The sounds of rapid fire rang out through the sewer. The beast was blown backward against the wall of the sewer, and yet, it didn't seem to die. There was finally a dreadful "click" saying that the gun was empty. The beast still lurched forward. My heart pounded as it extended its claws toward me. My heart beat against something. I reached behind the armor into my jacket, as if one final attempt to find a weapon. I felt it. The same cold steel I had felt the first time I had seen a zombie. My brother's magnum. A feeling of hope flooded through me. I pulled it out of my jacket and leveled it with the creature's. It lunged forward with lightening speed, and I pulled the trigger. The bullet flew from the gun and smashed into the creature's head. The bullet pushed into its metal skull and finally, pushed it off its neck. Blood flowed from its mutilated neck. Its head fell into the sewage with a splash. After that, all was silent. Lance finally broke the quiet.
"So, where were you running to?"
"The RPD station."
"Well then lets get a move on." I said. "Lead the way."
**
Lance pushed the sewer lid off and we all climbed out. I breathed in the fresh night air. Our group stood in front of the large building. It seemed to loom over us like a dark, terrifying beast, like a haunted mansion you see in the movies. We started to stalk towards it slowly. We finally reached the threshold, and I pushed open the door, gun first.
It was completely empty, and silent.
"Hello, is anyone here?" I called out.
No answer. I stepped inside, my eyes scanning everywhere. Suddenly, a sound creaked out form above. I tilted my head back only to see...
*END FLASHBACK*
... And I don't remember what happened, I told myself.
"Jennifer. I- I can't remember what happened."
"What you mean?" she asked innocently.
"I mean, I think I have a concussion.
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Wow took me a long time to write that chapter. Is it good? Pleez tell.
It moved its face close to mine.
~End Flashback~
"AHHHHHHHHHH." I yelled as I shot up in bed. Was it a dream? My mind asked. No it wasn't. So why was I in this bed? It was a white bed, in a white sterile room. I realized I was in a hospital. I could here the sounds of people's voices around me. Suddenly a nurse strode into the room.
"Oh, your up." She declared.
"How did I get here?" I asked.
"The police told me that you hyper-ventilated and you collapsed. So they brought you here." She answered. "You also have a visitor."
Jennifer? Lance? I asked myself.
"Your clothes are over there on that chair, and you can leave whenever you like, your wounds are all healed."
She then walked out of the room. I shot up, and grabbed my clothes. I started to walk out of the door, when I bumped into someone.
"Jennifer!" I exclaimed.
"Damien, I was so worried!" she threw her arms around me and pulled me close to her. Then she let go.
"I told the police everything, but they didn't believe me, what are we going to do?"
I brought my eyes to the floor in thought.
"What about, what about the S.T.A.R.S. team. The newspaper said they experienced what we did in that Arkly mansion. Maybe if we can find one of them, they can help us."
"Well, where should we look?"
I looked back down at the floor again.
"Raccoon. There were still people there when we left. Maybe they stayed behind to help."
Jennifer locked eyes with me. "Do you really want to go back there again?" she asked.
Then I remembered. I must've stood there for hours retelling myself the story.
*FLASHBACK*
I remember starring into the empty eye-sockets of the other victim. By instinct I put the shotgun to its stomach.
"Wait." It said.
I suddenly realized that this wasn't a victim. It was a human. Those were just sunglasses.
"Behind you!" the person yelled. I whipped around to see Jake only 2 feet away, his arm reached out to grab me. His hand wrapped around my shoulder. I put the shotgun to his stomach. He moved his face forward to bite my neck. I pulled the trigger. The blast rang out throughout the area. Jake flew back 4 feet, landing face up. A large hole was gaping in his stomach. Blood poured over the concrete. I stared at the body for a while. I stared at its pale, rotting skin, his limp limbs, his empty gaze. I turned around again. He, or she, was gone. And, had taken my bike.
"Oh shit!" I yelled. I was trapped between emotions. Jake's re-death washed over me, and the thievery of my vehicle made me feel angry and depressed. All the emotions engulfing me, blocking out my world around me. I couldn't hear the Jake stand up. I couldn't see him walk about behind me. I couldn't feel his hand on my shoulder. I couldn't smell his hot, rotting breath. Suddenly I snapped out of my sickly stupor, and primal bloodlust took over. I brought my shoulder up in contact with his face. Jake stumbled back, only to come lunging forward again. I twirled around, bringing the shotgun up. I fired the gun again, and his left limb flew off. He groaned then came again. Blood was now everywhere. Soaking the soft grass, and on my ruffled clothing. Splattered on my pale skin. I pumped the gun again. Brought it to eye level, and aimed at his head. He rushed at me at his full force. I pulled the trigger. The deafening blast rang out. Gray and white chunks of brain and skull scattered everywhere. The corpse just stood there for a moment. Its muscles were locked. They loosened, and finally collapsed. His body crumpled to the ground, forming into a lifeless pile of bones and flesh. I stood there staring at him.
He was dead. I thought to myself.
"He was dead!" I said aloud. I threw the shotgun at the ground. "What the hell is going on in this damn place?" I shouted to nobody. Then picked up my shotgun again, and reloaded it. I turned to the police station. Maybe, I thought, they'd have some answers. I strode towards it angrily. Bursting through the doors, I could see employee's running, around, and panic-stricken faces.
"What the hell is going on here?!" I screamed, waving the shotgun wildly.. Some people jumped, others yelled and dove behind furniture. Some of the armed officers drew their weapons and pointed them at me.
"Freeze!" they yelled in a mangled unison.
I realized I still had the shotgun in my hand.
"Drop the weapon!" one of them yelled. I slowly bent down and placed my gun on the floor, then put my hands up. One of them rushed over, the others still aiming at. He strapped handcuffs on my wrists and put me on the floor. Then the usual routine happened, and I explained my story. One of the officers stepped up. "We've getting calls like this all day, were taking care of it," he said taking my handcuffs off.
"Are you saying that there have been more of these things?" I asked nervously.
"More?" one of the employees yelled. "The whole downtown is invaded with them!" I could feel all the blood from my face drain out. I didn't know what to say. More of these...
"How did those people get like that?"
The same officer spoke. "We don't know, but since you are a police officer-"
"I- I am?" I stuttered.
"Well, not yet, but you are still part of the R.P.D. division, then you still have to fight with us. Now, go to the back and get you weapons and gear. Then you going to go out with the next squad." I stared at him, expecting him to smile and laugh, for this to be some sort of joke, for that thing outside to be some sort of dream. But no, he just turned and went back to his work. I thought about running, but couldn't bring myself to do it. I realized, I needed to find out who did this to Jake, I needed, I needed closure. I walk towards the back, where a man gave me some automatic weapon, and surprisingly enough, put S.W.A.T. gear on me. I had never worn this type of clothing before, and it weighed me down. He then slipped a clip into my front vest pocket. He told me where to go, and I started out.
Outside, I met the two men I would be fighting with. First, there was Lance Waywing, out leader. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but I could tell that if he really wanted to kill, he would ravage. Then there was James Gould, he was in the same situation as me, not really part of the police force, but still had to fight. I pitied him though he didn't really seem to have any idea what was going on, I could tell by the way he spoke. His voice quivered and shrunk like some frightened animal. There were others, but they didn't seem to pay attention to me. We were all loaded into the back of a truck, then it started to drive. I shifted in my cold metal seat as the truck ran over a bump. After a few minutes I could feel the vehicle slow. It stopped and we all waited in silence. The doors swung open.
"Ok, Everybody out." The driver ordered. He also had a weapon, which he seemed to have no idea how to use. We all filed out, and the driver got into the truck again and drove away. We all stood there staring out at the complete chaos. People were running and screaming, being chased by disgusting figures who stumbled after them. One was tackled by a beast, who started to feast on him. Lance pumped his shotgun and ran behind a car door. James followed him. They both started to shoot at the mob. I thought about running, again, but decided against it. Instead, I ran next to them brought the gun up to eye level.
"Head shots guys," I said aloud, remembering what it took to kill Jake. I cringed at the thought. There shots changed and some of the zombies started going down, only to be pushed out of the way by the relentless army. I aimed at the nearest zombie and squeezed the trigger. The gun shook in my hand as the bullets flew from the gun. Chief Irons must've been a little crazy if he was putting an automatic weapon in the hands of a 17 year old who defiantly wasn't qualified to go into combat, let alone some sort of freakish zombie nightmare. Then again who ever had been in a battle against an evil (I presumed it was an evil) of this kind before, so who was I to say who was "qualified enough" to fight or not. I realized I was ranting mindlessly to myself about things that really didn't matter. All I knew was that I needed to keep these zombies back. I swept the weapon from side to side, knocking the creatures backwards. I still had my finger down on the trigger, even when I heard the click that meant I was empty. I ejected the clip and put the new one from my vest home. Sliding the lock back, I brought it back up to eye level. Suddenly a zombie was right in front of me. I stumbled backward, into Lance.
"Let's move!" I cried, turning on my heels. I sprinted backward, hearing Lance calling to me to wait, but I didn't. I just kept running. I soon heard him following behind me, still calling my name. I saw an alleyway and ran into it. Breathing heavily, I flung myself against a brick wall. A shudder of pain carried its way through my shoulder. I slid the riot helmet of my head, inhaling the fresh air, which wasn't so fresh anymore. It was tinged with the putrid smell of rotting fruit, or rotting flesh. I slid my hand through my sweat soaked brown hair. Suddenly, Lance burst around the corner, still facing the way of the mob, still firing. He threw himself at the wall, just as I had.
"They've broken through the barricade." He said, the words slid of his tongue like it was a curse word. He ejected his clip and slipped the new one in.
"Where are we going to go?" I asked in a quivering voice.
He shook his head, saying that he didn't know.
I was about to cry, looking down at the ground. I saw something. A last glimmer of hope lied before my eyes. Lance slid of his mask, revealing slicked back blond hair.
"Look!" I said pointing at it. It was an opening to a sewer pipe.
Suddenly gunshots rang out form the drain.
We both stared at it, raising our weapons. More shots rang out. Our eyes trained on the small opening.
"Awww, screw it! I hate suspense!" Lance shouted. He suddenly ran forward, and dove into the hole, feet first. I was at first, shocked at his actions. But then I realized that drastic measures must be taken in this situation. Besides, it could be my only chance of survival. With those last thoughts I ran and jumped into the hole.
I landed with a splash. A million disgusting smells engulfed me all at once, making me feel lightheaded and dizzy. I stumbled around for a moment trying to get my bearings, but when I finally did my heart skipped a beat. A mangled face was slowly coming closer to mine, only a few inches apart. I instinctively pulled the trigger. The lead from my weapon tore through its already grotesque stomach, driving it back. I stepped backward still tearing away at its gut. I finally brought my aim up towards the head, and the thing died. Its head exploded like a melon taking a beating from a jackhammer, sending gray matter and skull flying everywhere. I finally stopped as the gun ran out of ammunition. I checked my vest for another clip, but nothing was there. I through the gun into the thick sewage and suddenly heard something behind me. I whipped around only to see Lance standing there, with someone else. There was a woman, who looked very familiar, I just couldn't put my finger on it. She wore a pair of black jeans and a black tank that had a hieroglyphic eye on the front.
"Who are you?" I asked.
She fumbled with her words, almost seemed afraid to speak.
"I-I'm Jessica Norton."
I suddenly realized what was so familiar about her.
"You!" I shouted, pointing a finger at her. "It was you! You stole my bike!"
A pair of sunglasses rested upon her bright blond-haired head.
She shrunk back into Lance.
"Yes, yes it was me. I needed to get out of there. Those things were going to get me!" she half-yelled.
"Yea well they almost got me," I said angrily. "You stole my bike and left me there to die!"
"We'll I'm sorry, I just can't stand to be around those things anymore."
Lance suddenly spoke. "What are you saying, that you've have experience with these things before this?"
"We'll I have too," I said.
"Yes but you haven't seen them like I have. I've seen it. I've seen how..."
"You've seen what?" I asked.
"Nothing..."
I looked over at Lance. He just shrugged. I nodded.
"Whatever," he said. "Why are you down here?"
"I was running." The young girl said.
"From what?"
The girl trailed off into her own thoughts, seeming that she didn't want to tell us.
"Nothing," she said again.
"Nothing seems to happen to you a lot." Lance said.
I grinned at his immature remark.
"But anyway," I said. "Where are you running to?"
She just looked at me, in a confused manner, as if she had a million thoughts going through her head at once. She finally looked at Lance, then, sighed.
"I'm an employee at the Umbrella cooperation, and well... they're not as cracked up as you think they are. They're really doing these sick experiments on people and animals and you know, living things.
We leaned in closer, to get a better listen.
"Like what?"
She went on. "Well, you know those things up there? Things like that."
"Well how did that happen?" Lance asked.
She continued. "Well there's a section of Umbrella called "White Umbrella," and that's the section that does all the experiments. I found files about a scientist, a real sick one, his name was William something. He created a virus, the "T-Virus." It was supposed to regenerate things that are dead, or something, I don't know exactly. But I found out, and I guess I wasn't supposed to. After that, he set some sort of T-infected beast on me, and that's what I was running from."
Lance and I exchanged glances. Then he spoke.
"Well I guess that explains those things, BUT, how did they get infected with the virus?"
She shook her head and shrugged.
"Well then what did this "beast" look like?" I asked.
Her eyes went wide. He lips trembled. Her whole body shook.
"That!" she shouted, pointing a finger behind me. I whipped around, only to come face to face with a disgusting reptilian beast. It looked humanoid, only it was covered in scaled, and had small black eyes, and its ears stuck up out of its head. I dove backward just in time to see Lance pull the trigger on his gun. The sounds of rapid fire rang out through the sewer. The beast was blown backward against the wall of the sewer, and yet, it didn't seem to die. There was finally a dreadful "click" saying that the gun was empty. The beast still lurched forward. My heart pounded as it extended its claws toward me. My heart beat against something. I reached behind the armor into my jacket, as if one final attempt to find a weapon. I felt it. The same cold steel I had felt the first time I had seen a zombie. My brother's magnum. A feeling of hope flooded through me. I pulled it out of my jacket and leveled it with the creature's. It lunged forward with lightening speed, and I pulled the trigger. The bullet flew from the gun and smashed into the creature's head. The bullet pushed into its metal skull and finally, pushed it off its neck. Blood flowed from its mutilated neck. Its head fell into the sewage with a splash. After that, all was silent. Lance finally broke the quiet.
"So, where were you running to?"
"The RPD station."
"Well then lets get a move on." I said. "Lead the way."
**
Lance pushed the sewer lid off and we all climbed out. I breathed in the fresh night air. Our group stood in front of the large building. It seemed to loom over us like a dark, terrifying beast, like a haunted mansion you see in the movies. We started to stalk towards it slowly. We finally reached the threshold, and I pushed open the door, gun first.
It was completely empty, and silent.
"Hello, is anyone here?" I called out.
No answer. I stepped inside, my eyes scanning everywhere. Suddenly, a sound creaked out form above. I tilted my head back only to see...
*END FLASHBACK*
... And I don't remember what happened, I told myself.
"Jennifer. I- I can't remember what happened."
"What you mean?" she asked innocently.
"I mean, I think I have a concussion.
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Wow took me a long time to write that chapter. Is it good? Pleez tell.