Chapter IV
The New Breed
"Yes, yes, yes!" Délia screamed, a massive smile extending across her dimly lit features, "This is going all too perfectly!" Each of the three anti- Umbrella warriors were split apart from the others, falling into different levels and portions of the cavern. The male had fallen two floors down into the complex first floor, and the female had fallen another level down into the cavern.and that bitch Ada was still on the cave first floor, about to fall victim to the Prowlers that awaited her just twenty meters ahead.
.alas, I have bigger fish to fry, as the final version of the Alexia Virus has been completed. The male will prove to be a valuable test subject, and he will serve my purposes well for research and data.
Délia spun her chair around and looked at a rather dehydrated Hillary Wilkes, strapped helplessly to the north wall. She laughed at her silently, gazing at her with devious eyes. Did she know that she played a valuable role in this game? Did she know how important she was? No.she was stupid, just like the rest of them, about to die with nothing but sorrow and anger living within.
She kept moving, heading back into the green house where she had released Plant 43. The monster was on the floor that housed the other female, Trina Carr. Eventually she would face him, succumbing to its awesome wrath. It would devour her, suck her blood through its tentacles and then spit out her off white bones. It would be a glorious site, and she would definitely enjoy it.
Through the greenhouse, Délia made her way into the elevator pod, where she called the car to take her to the first floor. Stepping swiftly into the small but comfortable contraption, Délia headed up multiple levels and finally reached her destination.and as the door opened, she saw the lifeless body of Bryant O'Neal, sprawled neatly across the ground in a heap of stinking flesh.
.yes, he will definitely pose a very good test subject.a very good test subject.
*
Ada looked down the hole that Trina had fallen through, gazing down and not seeing nor hearing anything. It was pure darkness, the only visible light coming from her headlight, which still was not much at all. If Trina was still alive, she would be badly injured.that is to say if she is still alive, which is doubtful. No one could survive a fall like that, not onto rock.
.but you did.
She reminded herself of when she had taken that leap of faith off of the Empire State Building, falling down hundreds of feet and landing on debris.and you survived, you survived to tell about it and you're doubting the girl cant withstand a drop like that.but then she remembered she didn't know how big a drop like that was, and it could go on forever.and ever.and ever.Trina could be lying broken on the rocky floor of a bottomless pit.or she could still be falling.
Ada shivered at the thought and decided that it would be much more productive to stop starring down the dark shaft and to start moving again, heading in the direction that they had been when they were attacked by the Grave Digger. She picked herself up and dusted off, removing excess dirt off the latex body suit fitted snugly around her hips. The heavy combat boots squished loudly as she moved through the tunnel, and her hair dripped with sweat and humidity.
Leveling the pistol in the direction she was facing, she quickly began to move into a jog and peered eerily down the corridor. Nothing but darkness greeted her, and it calmed her to know that nothing awaited her. She yawned quickly, releasing tension from her wrists and ankles. It would be a much easier run if she was not worried, but in a situation like this who wouldn't be?
-and then suddenly a high-pitched howl was heard up ahead, shrouded in the darkness. Leering before her was a set of eyes, illuminated by a florescent blue that was the actual color of its pupils. Ada stopped dead in her tracks and saw it move into the light, showing its masculine body and broad shoulders. It was gray and spotted with dark brown, painted with black stripes down its back. The thing was around eight or nine feet tall, and stood on tree trunk like legs. Its arms and hands were equipped with massive spikes, allowing even the slightest brush-against to be fatal. It grinned an evil grin, showing its toothy smile in a deceitful and murderous fashion. Then it jumped, leaping to the ceiling and gripping with suction capable claws. It screamed again, this time letting the sound of its breathing be heard. It had two gashes in its pale gray face for nostrils, and holes in each side of its head used for hearing. It was sexless, the parts either removed or it was born with none. The thing was deadly, and destructive, and Ada did not want anything to do with it.
Without wasting any time, she leveled the pistol and fired, aiming for its head and heart. She fired off three rounds and then realized she was doing nothing, the thing did not even a flinch. Quickly thinking over her options, Ada dashed across the other side of the room, letting off two shots before actually making it to the opposite wall. The creature released itself from its overhang, dropping to the ground and beginning to advance. Ada held up the gun with shaky hands and-
-heard the dry click of any empty chamber.
*
Shane kept moving, not stopping knowing that the thing was right behind him. It was massive, unallowed by the laws of nature. It should not be here, he thought to himself, I should not be here, but I am and there is not anything I can do about it.
He turned and fired off about ten percent of his AK47 ammunition, halting the beast in its tracks. It fell over onto one of its muscular arms, digging the lining spikes into the earth. It shook, nodding its head back and forth as if to shake off a headache. Then it put one leg forth for balance and regained its posture, and then drew its arms back in fury and released a massive bone-curdling roar.
Brushing his thick brown hair behind his ears, Shane broke off into a dead run for the next corridor, hoping that the creature would slow after too much lead pumping. His legs were aching and his feet were pounding, but his life depended on him getting off this island. After his boat crashed into the coast after a fishing accident, his entire team was attacked by what looked like oversized frogs.they leaped from tree to tree and released awful howls, and each of their hands were equipped with massive razor sharp claws. Of the seven men on his team, he was the only one to make it into the cavern.and it was totally by accident.
I was running, chased by three of those creatures when suddenly the ground shook and I did not know what was going on. The rifle was still strapped against my back and the pistol held tight in my fist. Tim and John were right behind me but the creatures got them too.that made me the only living member of the team. I kept running, I did not stop and the ground did not stop.it just kept moving.crumbling.and then I was falling.the creatures were left behind.
Tattatatattatattattat!
More AK47 rounds were pumped into the creature and this time it fell to its knees, but Shane could tell that the thing was definitely still alive. He was not going to wait around though for it to stand up and come after him again; his knowledge of the creature had grown, and he knew it only took a few seconds for it to regain its strength. Strapping the rifle around his shoulder, Shane kept running and then suddenly he met with the backside of another gigantic monster.
*
"Mmm.Mmmhmm." Trina moaned as she quickly regained consciousness. Her head ached, and as she pulled herself up off the ground, she saw a small puddle of blood.her blood. She had hit her head on a rock, and it popped a hole right into her forehead. The blood was thick and moist, shimmering in the light that was coming from the-
Oh, shit. There were candles placed elegantly all around the underground cave, and as she looked around, she saw that she was lying on a brick path. This place was not abandoned after all, and in fact, it had once actually been maintained.
Quite recently, she thought, it must have been, unless these candles are running on another source of power someone was down here recently to light them all up.
Pulling her damp hair off of her dark brown skin, Trina let out another moan as she stumbled to her feet. Her pistol was gone, and the backpack that she had worn earlier was too. The only thing she had on her to keep her safe was the combat knife strapped around her leg. AS she unhooked the blade from its position, she could hear gunshots from up above. Looking up through a massive hole, all she saw was continuing darkness. There was nothing, nothing at all. Moreover, the gunshots were faded anyways, meaning that she was further down than she thought.
As she sat up onto her knees, Trina began to ponder what her next move would be. She could not see more than five feet in either direction, as the dusty cloud that covered the air fogged the rest of the pathway. The candles helped, but still it was dark. Taking the knife into her gloved hand, she pushed herself to her feet and stood up, turning around-
-and looked face to face with a skinless skeleton, strapped to the wall by metal chains and clasps. She gasped as she took a step back, realizing that she had just backed up into yet another dead soul. Shrieking, Trina stepped forward into the middle section of the narrow corridor, struggling to regain control of her actions.and that was when she noticed the shimmering weapon folded neatly over the dead warrior's shoulders.
It was a Remington, an older model but still a goodie. She stepped forward, released it from its owners grasp, and felt the heavy weight in her hands. Checking the chamber, Trina found seven shots still in tact. To her luck though, the body still was equipped with a side back filled with around twenty-eight shells. She pulled the pack over her back and strapped the knife back to her leg, when suddenly a wide-stretched grin befell her face.
Looking the pale skull right in the eyes, she smiled and said boldly, "Thanks old friend," and then started down the hallway, shotgun in hand. And as the gunshots up above began to slow, she prayed that whatever or whoever her friends were fighting up there that she would not come face to face with any of them.
*
Bryant looked up and saw a beautiful young brunette coming at him at a slow and seductive manner. She was dressed in a tight gray business suit, hiding her obviously attractive curves. He smiled at her and then began to speak, "Hey, baby you have got to help me get out of here."
-and then he tried to extend his arms, but was restrained. He looked down and saw thick metal straps holding him down, pinning him against the mud wall. She smiled at him and paused, waited a few moments, and then continued her approach. He looked down and saw a syringe in her palm, filled with some kind of red goo.
"Oh no way in hell," he gasped as he saw the biohazard symbol printed neatly across the tube, "Get the hell away from me, you're not here to help." He stammered, attempting to pull away but the woman kept coming. She was not going to stop, was not going to follow his orders.
"Oh darling, don't you worry.I am here to take all the pain away." And with that, she pushed the needle tip into his veiny neck and pressed down on the syringe. The red liquid disappeared as well as all his consciousness, and the last thing he saw was the woman bend down and wave her fingers 'goodbye'.
**
The New Breed
"Yes, yes, yes!" Délia screamed, a massive smile extending across her dimly lit features, "This is going all too perfectly!" Each of the three anti- Umbrella warriors were split apart from the others, falling into different levels and portions of the cavern. The male had fallen two floors down into the complex first floor, and the female had fallen another level down into the cavern.and that bitch Ada was still on the cave first floor, about to fall victim to the Prowlers that awaited her just twenty meters ahead.
.alas, I have bigger fish to fry, as the final version of the Alexia Virus has been completed. The male will prove to be a valuable test subject, and he will serve my purposes well for research and data.
Délia spun her chair around and looked at a rather dehydrated Hillary Wilkes, strapped helplessly to the north wall. She laughed at her silently, gazing at her with devious eyes. Did she know that she played a valuable role in this game? Did she know how important she was? No.she was stupid, just like the rest of them, about to die with nothing but sorrow and anger living within.
She kept moving, heading back into the green house where she had released Plant 43. The monster was on the floor that housed the other female, Trina Carr. Eventually she would face him, succumbing to its awesome wrath. It would devour her, suck her blood through its tentacles and then spit out her off white bones. It would be a glorious site, and she would definitely enjoy it.
Through the greenhouse, Délia made her way into the elevator pod, where she called the car to take her to the first floor. Stepping swiftly into the small but comfortable contraption, Délia headed up multiple levels and finally reached her destination.and as the door opened, she saw the lifeless body of Bryant O'Neal, sprawled neatly across the ground in a heap of stinking flesh.
.yes, he will definitely pose a very good test subject.a very good test subject.
*
Ada looked down the hole that Trina had fallen through, gazing down and not seeing nor hearing anything. It was pure darkness, the only visible light coming from her headlight, which still was not much at all. If Trina was still alive, she would be badly injured.that is to say if she is still alive, which is doubtful. No one could survive a fall like that, not onto rock.
.but you did.
She reminded herself of when she had taken that leap of faith off of the Empire State Building, falling down hundreds of feet and landing on debris.and you survived, you survived to tell about it and you're doubting the girl cant withstand a drop like that.but then she remembered she didn't know how big a drop like that was, and it could go on forever.and ever.and ever.Trina could be lying broken on the rocky floor of a bottomless pit.or she could still be falling.
Ada shivered at the thought and decided that it would be much more productive to stop starring down the dark shaft and to start moving again, heading in the direction that they had been when they were attacked by the Grave Digger. She picked herself up and dusted off, removing excess dirt off the latex body suit fitted snugly around her hips. The heavy combat boots squished loudly as she moved through the tunnel, and her hair dripped with sweat and humidity.
Leveling the pistol in the direction she was facing, she quickly began to move into a jog and peered eerily down the corridor. Nothing but darkness greeted her, and it calmed her to know that nothing awaited her. She yawned quickly, releasing tension from her wrists and ankles. It would be a much easier run if she was not worried, but in a situation like this who wouldn't be?
-and then suddenly a high-pitched howl was heard up ahead, shrouded in the darkness. Leering before her was a set of eyes, illuminated by a florescent blue that was the actual color of its pupils. Ada stopped dead in her tracks and saw it move into the light, showing its masculine body and broad shoulders. It was gray and spotted with dark brown, painted with black stripes down its back. The thing was around eight or nine feet tall, and stood on tree trunk like legs. Its arms and hands were equipped with massive spikes, allowing even the slightest brush-against to be fatal. It grinned an evil grin, showing its toothy smile in a deceitful and murderous fashion. Then it jumped, leaping to the ceiling and gripping with suction capable claws. It screamed again, this time letting the sound of its breathing be heard. It had two gashes in its pale gray face for nostrils, and holes in each side of its head used for hearing. It was sexless, the parts either removed or it was born with none. The thing was deadly, and destructive, and Ada did not want anything to do with it.
Without wasting any time, she leveled the pistol and fired, aiming for its head and heart. She fired off three rounds and then realized she was doing nothing, the thing did not even a flinch. Quickly thinking over her options, Ada dashed across the other side of the room, letting off two shots before actually making it to the opposite wall. The creature released itself from its overhang, dropping to the ground and beginning to advance. Ada held up the gun with shaky hands and-
-heard the dry click of any empty chamber.
*
Shane kept moving, not stopping knowing that the thing was right behind him. It was massive, unallowed by the laws of nature. It should not be here, he thought to himself, I should not be here, but I am and there is not anything I can do about it.
He turned and fired off about ten percent of his AK47 ammunition, halting the beast in its tracks. It fell over onto one of its muscular arms, digging the lining spikes into the earth. It shook, nodding its head back and forth as if to shake off a headache. Then it put one leg forth for balance and regained its posture, and then drew its arms back in fury and released a massive bone-curdling roar.
Brushing his thick brown hair behind his ears, Shane broke off into a dead run for the next corridor, hoping that the creature would slow after too much lead pumping. His legs were aching and his feet were pounding, but his life depended on him getting off this island. After his boat crashed into the coast after a fishing accident, his entire team was attacked by what looked like oversized frogs.they leaped from tree to tree and released awful howls, and each of their hands were equipped with massive razor sharp claws. Of the seven men on his team, he was the only one to make it into the cavern.and it was totally by accident.
I was running, chased by three of those creatures when suddenly the ground shook and I did not know what was going on. The rifle was still strapped against my back and the pistol held tight in my fist. Tim and John were right behind me but the creatures got them too.that made me the only living member of the team. I kept running, I did not stop and the ground did not stop.it just kept moving.crumbling.and then I was falling.the creatures were left behind.
Tattatatattatattattat!
More AK47 rounds were pumped into the creature and this time it fell to its knees, but Shane could tell that the thing was definitely still alive. He was not going to wait around though for it to stand up and come after him again; his knowledge of the creature had grown, and he knew it only took a few seconds for it to regain its strength. Strapping the rifle around his shoulder, Shane kept running and then suddenly he met with the backside of another gigantic monster.
*
"Mmm.Mmmhmm." Trina moaned as she quickly regained consciousness. Her head ached, and as she pulled herself up off the ground, she saw a small puddle of blood.her blood. She had hit her head on a rock, and it popped a hole right into her forehead. The blood was thick and moist, shimmering in the light that was coming from the-
Oh, shit. There were candles placed elegantly all around the underground cave, and as she looked around, she saw that she was lying on a brick path. This place was not abandoned after all, and in fact, it had once actually been maintained.
Quite recently, she thought, it must have been, unless these candles are running on another source of power someone was down here recently to light them all up.
Pulling her damp hair off of her dark brown skin, Trina let out another moan as she stumbled to her feet. Her pistol was gone, and the backpack that she had worn earlier was too. The only thing she had on her to keep her safe was the combat knife strapped around her leg. AS she unhooked the blade from its position, she could hear gunshots from up above. Looking up through a massive hole, all she saw was continuing darkness. There was nothing, nothing at all. Moreover, the gunshots were faded anyways, meaning that she was further down than she thought.
As she sat up onto her knees, Trina began to ponder what her next move would be. She could not see more than five feet in either direction, as the dusty cloud that covered the air fogged the rest of the pathway. The candles helped, but still it was dark. Taking the knife into her gloved hand, she pushed herself to her feet and stood up, turning around-
-and looked face to face with a skinless skeleton, strapped to the wall by metal chains and clasps. She gasped as she took a step back, realizing that she had just backed up into yet another dead soul. Shrieking, Trina stepped forward into the middle section of the narrow corridor, struggling to regain control of her actions.and that was when she noticed the shimmering weapon folded neatly over the dead warrior's shoulders.
It was a Remington, an older model but still a goodie. She stepped forward, released it from its owners grasp, and felt the heavy weight in her hands. Checking the chamber, Trina found seven shots still in tact. To her luck though, the body still was equipped with a side back filled with around twenty-eight shells. She pulled the pack over her back and strapped the knife back to her leg, when suddenly a wide-stretched grin befell her face.
Looking the pale skull right in the eyes, she smiled and said boldly, "Thanks old friend," and then started down the hallway, shotgun in hand. And as the gunshots up above began to slow, she prayed that whatever or whoever her friends were fighting up there that she would not come face to face with any of them.
*
Bryant looked up and saw a beautiful young brunette coming at him at a slow and seductive manner. She was dressed in a tight gray business suit, hiding her obviously attractive curves. He smiled at her and then began to speak, "Hey, baby you have got to help me get out of here."
-and then he tried to extend his arms, but was restrained. He looked down and saw thick metal straps holding him down, pinning him against the mud wall. She smiled at him and paused, waited a few moments, and then continued her approach. He looked down and saw a syringe in her palm, filled with some kind of red goo.
"Oh no way in hell," he gasped as he saw the biohazard symbol printed neatly across the tube, "Get the hell away from me, you're not here to help." He stammered, attempting to pull away but the woman kept coming. She was not going to stop, was not going to follow his orders.
"Oh darling, don't you worry.I am here to take all the pain away." And with that, she pushed the needle tip into his veiny neck and pressed down on the syringe. The red liquid disappeared as well as all his consciousness, and the last thing he saw was the woman bend down and wave her fingers 'goodbye'.
**