Samantha let out a shrill cry as she pressed harder against the brick wall.
The pain continued to grow all over her body. The bastards from Umbrella
had unloaded at least four rounds of the assault rifle into her legs and
lower abdomen.
The bullets hadn't even hurt, it was the healing process that got to her. Samantha gritted her teeth as the wounds slowly healed. This was what you got for selling your soul to Umbrella -- a hell of a lot of mood swings and a shitload of pain and agony.
Samantha had tried to make the past go away but she couldn't anymore. She had worked with Umbrella for two months as a nurse, moslty just cleaning up after the expirements. She wasn't let in on the secrets, but she had eavesdropped quite a few times. She overheard two of the higher employees talking about viruses and expirements and a bunch of other crap Samantha didn't even know existed. They said they would be picking random employees and testing the viruses on them. Samantha had decided then that she had had enough with Umbrella but they found out what she knew and they decided to test their viruses on her.
After a few days of pain Samantha couldn't take it anymore so she escaped and ended up at the apartment, and that's where she had been for the last four days. Before she had gone she had picked up a progress report that was laying next to her bed. Most of the stuff on there she didn't understand but she had read some stuff about mutation and some of the immediate side effects and long range affects. It said the immediate side effects would start only a day after the expirement; mood swings, cramps, and constapation. The long range affects would start from six to nine days later and they would continue, nonstop. There was also something about self- healing which Samantha didn't experience into now. When all those rifles started firing she thought for sure she was dead, but she hadn't felt a goddamn thing. So she dropped to the ground and crawled away when the men had left.
When she went back to the city after escaping from the Umbrella Corp. she had picked a few pockets and rented the apartment across from Brian. Then she stocked up on food, got herself some clothes and a gun. Finally she hid, and here she was now. She was now seven days into the expirement and Samantha feared for her life. She knew this was where the mutation began.
Sure, in the beginning she intended solely to help others when she first decided to leave town but now she wasn't sure. When she had freaked out on Brian only a short while ago what she had said was partially true. In a way, she was using Brian, but in another way she also wanted badly to help him.
When, or if, they found the vaccine Samantha had intended to use it for herself, hoping maybe it would make the pain end. If there was enough of the vaccine to go around, she would gladly give Brian a dose for himself but somehow Samantha figured that was unlikely. Things just didn't go that way in life.
Suddenly the pain stopped and Samantha looked down at herself. The wounds were gone. She stood up and walked around. There was still blood all over her clothes. Samantha put down the backpack and took out the second outfit she had packed. Samantha sighed, she felt cleaner now.
"Oh, shit."
Samantha frantically searched the backpack for her Beretta and sighed as she heard Brian call her name out. He had her gun, she remembered. A sudden rush of anger overwhelmed Samantha and she slammed her first into the brick wall. The brick beneath her first crumbled to the ground. Samantha took her hand away and hugged herself. "God, please help me."
She paced back and forth for a few seconds and then knelt down, repacking the backpack. She threw it on her shoulders and started pacing again. "How will I explain the blood?"
She didn't know. For once Samantha had no idea what to do or where to go. "Brian!" she suddenly found herself screaming without realizing at first. "Brian!"
The aloneness seemed to drown her and she ran from the alley way. Samantha spun around looking for someone else, anyone else. She couldn't be alone.
The bullets hadn't even hurt, it was the healing process that got to her. Samantha gritted her teeth as the wounds slowly healed. This was what you got for selling your soul to Umbrella -- a hell of a lot of mood swings and a shitload of pain and agony.
Samantha had tried to make the past go away but she couldn't anymore. She had worked with Umbrella for two months as a nurse, moslty just cleaning up after the expirements. She wasn't let in on the secrets, but she had eavesdropped quite a few times. She overheard two of the higher employees talking about viruses and expirements and a bunch of other crap Samantha didn't even know existed. They said they would be picking random employees and testing the viruses on them. Samantha had decided then that she had had enough with Umbrella but they found out what she knew and they decided to test their viruses on her.
After a few days of pain Samantha couldn't take it anymore so she escaped and ended up at the apartment, and that's where she had been for the last four days. Before she had gone she had picked up a progress report that was laying next to her bed. Most of the stuff on there she didn't understand but she had read some stuff about mutation and some of the immediate side effects and long range affects. It said the immediate side effects would start only a day after the expirement; mood swings, cramps, and constapation. The long range affects would start from six to nine days later and they would continue, nonstop. There was also something about self- healing which Samantha didn't experience into now. When all those rifles started firing she thought for sure she was dead, but she hadn't felt a goddamn thing. So she dropped to the ground and crawled away when the men had left.
When she went back to the city after escaping from the Umbrella Corp. she had picked a few pockets and rented the apartment across from Brian. Then she stocked up on food, got herself some clothes and a gun. Finally she hid, and here she was now. She was now seven days into the expirement and Samantha feared for her life. She knew this was where the mutation began.
Sure, in the beginning she intended solely to help others when she first decided to leave town but now she wasn't sure. When she had freaked out on Brian only a short while ago what she had said was partially true. In a way, she was using Brian, but in another way she also wanted badly to help him.
When, or if, they found the vaccine Samantha had intended to use it for herself, hoping maybe it would make the pain end. If there was enough of the vaccine to go around, she would gladly give Brian a dose for himself but somehow Samantha figured that was unlikely. Things just didn't go that way in life.
Suddenly the pain stopped and Samantha looked down at herself. The wounds were gone. She stood up and walked around. There was still blood all over her clothes. Samantha put down the backpack and took out the second outfit she had packed. Samantha sighed, she felt cleaner now.
"Oh, shit."
Samantha frantically searched the backpack for her Beretta and sighed as she heard Brian call her name out. He had her gun, she remembered. A sudden rush of anger overwhelmed Samantha and she slammed her first into the brick wall. The brick beneath her first crumbled to the ground. Samantha took her hand away and hugged herself. "God, please help me."
She paced back and forth for a few seconds and then knelt down, repacking the backpack. She threw it on her shoulders and started pacing again. "How will I explain the blood?"
She didn't know. For once Samantha had no idea what to do or where to go. "Brian!" she suddenly found herself screaming without realizing at first. "Brian!"
The aloneness seemed to drown her and she ran from the alley way. Samantha spun around looking for someone else, anyone else. She couldn't be alone.