Chapter IX
Resident Evil
Jamming the butt of her pistol into the eye of a decaying monster, Ada watched as dark red blood trickled down its pale white face. Unsure whether the creature was male or female, Ada connected her boot with the side of its head and sent it smashing to the sidewall, brains splattering over the metallic enclosing. Dressed in a blood stained lab coat, the monster regained its balance and stumbled forward, its arms outstretched and begging for a bite.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
"Mmghgh."
The third shot connected with the creature's wrist, sending it falling to the ground. Ada was losing ammo rather quickly; this time she was by herself to defend against the undead.she had sent Shane in to check the door on the opposite side of the hall from the workers quarters, and when she entered the monitor room, the monster appeared.
Connecting another roundhouse kick, the monster flew backwards and landed on its back, injured and nearly dead. Without wasting any time, she raised her boot up and crushed its face into the pale grey floor, forcing it to erupt in a loud, hollow gurgling sound. Holstering her pistol, she began to scope the room for any other undead, and found it empty. The room was rather interesting though, a circular room with monitors lining the roof. There was a round table in the center of the room, and a sole computer situated in front of a leather chair.
Checking to make sure that the Remington was held tight against her back, she sat down in front of the computer screen and accessed the security main frame. Umbrella had invested in some high tech security systems since the last time she had encountered them, but still they were easily hacked. Reading through a few biological reports and such, Ada finally came across something of interest. In a report dating June 20th, she read:
Subject matter: Viral Complications and Advancements
July 20th, 2004
Umbrella Corporation, Pharmaceutical Enterprise
White Umbrella, Chemical / Biological / Viral Studies
Prior evidence has suggested [from W. Birkin data and research, Raccoon City Jan-June 1998] that injecting the Ebola Virus into a specimen already infected with the T Virus will result in a specimen impervious to harm, pain, or suffrage.
Lisa Trevor was the first specimen to undergo this experimentation, performed by the team at the Spencer Estate, led by head researchers at the time, W. Birkin and A. Wesker. Several years passed and later the G Virus was extracted from the T Virus, which was injected as well into this new 'guinea pig'. Following this experiment, the T-Nemesis Virus was also administered.
Several years passed before Lisa Trevor was finally put to rest.
Now, mid 2004, this experiment will be processed again and administered into a new specimen, which will be delivered soon. If another specimen is found to be viable, experimentation may possibly occur sooner. All depends on time delivered, or delivery complications.
Please note that 1 in 100,000,000 will become a T-01 / T-02 / T-03. The numbers for a G Type specimen are far less, as the only specimens comes from the Birkin bloodline. Nemesis specimens are slightly more difficult to obtain, mutations begin after infection from a mutated stage 1, or stage 2.
Documentation on new experimentation will begin within the following week. Access to biological warfare and experimentation reports is granted through the following password:
[ NE-T:03/2 ]
Dr. K. Ontario
Today was June 21st, and the report was dated for yesterday. As Ada closed the window, another reopened, this one dating for today. She read:
Subject matter: Viral Complications and Advancements
July 21st, 2004
Umbrella Corporation, Pharmaceutical Enterprise
White Umbrella, Chemical / Biological / Viral Studies
Specimen has been delivered, however the team had run across several problems. An infection has occurred, and we have been quarantined. Many of us are suffering the symptoms of the T Virus, and if we do not administer the anti virus then we will all be forced to rest into internal sleep.
Head researcher, D. Spencer, has ordered that we all be placed into cellblock C1 for the time being. She has locked us all in the cellblock, and it is impossible for us to continue our research under these conditions. If time permits, I wish to stabilize the specimen for later documentation. If stabilization does not occur within the next 12 hours, then the specimen will either die or become virally active. We cannot allow this to happen.
Dr. K. Ontario
Subject matter: Viral Complications and Advancements
July 21st, 2004
Umbrella Corporation, Pharmaceutical Enterprise
White Umbrella, Chemical / Biological / Viral Studies
Specimen has been released, and the majority of our team has been obliterated. I am not quite sure if I have been infected myself, but if I have, then all is not lost. If I can make it to the monitor room, then it may be quite possible to find a sample of the anti virus, hidden beneath the Umbrella logo on the back wall. I need to remember the pass code though, and if I can do that then I will be cured. For now, I need to get to the room until I can make any assumptions.
The pass code, if I can remember, is something along the lines of what the biological report pass code is, something like [ NE-T:03/2 ], but slightly different.NE-G:03/2! That is it, now all I have to do is hope I can make it there before mutation occurs.
Dr. K. Ontario
Ada stopped reading and then looked over to the body of the mutated creation that she had just downed. She looked at it, upset that she had to dispose of it in such a violent way.but it was an Umbrella employee, and everyone and everything associated with White Umbrella deserved a violent death. She did it a favor.
Leaning over to check the body, Ada found a crumpled up wad of paper, a toothpick and a wallet inside the breast pocket. Inside was an identification tag. There was a picture of a young, blonde woman on it with a wide, extravagant smile on her face. She was very attractive, with glistening blue eyes and pearly white teeth. Her name was Kate Ontario, the doctor who had written the reports she had just read through.
"Well, Katie," she whispered, "Thank you for the small tid bit of information you have supplied me with. It might just be the thing to save my life-"
-and then suddenly the mutilated body sprung back to life and grabbed hold of Ada's shoulders, spitting and screaming and trying its damndest to get a chomp out of her. Ada and what had been Kate Ontario struggled before Ada finally grabbed her neck and broke it, sending her crumbling to the ground.
"Too bad I couldn't save yours,"
The door burst open and gunfire rung through the room, the sound of muffled moans and growls heard underneath it all. Shane burst into the room and then slammed the door shut, sweat dripping off his face in rivers. He bolted the door shut and stepped back, placing the machine guns under his belt strap. He smiled at Ada, gave her a quick wave and then wiped the perspiration from his neck.
"I may have just stumbled upon something that could help us out," He said, handing her a blue keycard, "As soon as I took it out of the cupboard in the room you sent me to, the monsters started at me from every damn direction. They must've been hiding in the closet or something.three of them."
"Great," she took the card from him and placed it in her pack, then headed over to the wall plate the report had spoken of. Removing the plate, she came face to face with a alpha/numeric keypad and what looked like a microwave indented into the wall.it was the holding tank for the antivirus.
Tapping the key code into place, a faint gas was released from the hole and then the latch was released, allowing her to retrieve the cure. It was placed inside a grey, metal briefcase with a card reader.
Brandishing the card Shane had given her, she slid it through the reader and watched as the locks on the four corners of the case slid apart and the lid to the holding compartment opened, revealing seven viles of green liquid, along with an administrative note, detailing how to give the cure. Along with the viles, there was a syringe and injection gun.
"Perfect, this is exactly what we had come for in the first place." Ada laughed, sliding the locks back into place. She put the case into her backpack and zipped it shut, heading back towards the door, "Okay, now I want you to go and check the next few rooms for any survivors. I will stay here and start looking over the monitor screens, to see if I can find my team. Report back here in fifteen minutes."
"Okay," he said to her, then equipped his sub machine guns and headed out the door. Ada heard gunfire after that, as he downed the three zombies he had spoken of. Taking one last look at the mangled body of Kate Ontario, Ada went to the keyboard and began to work.
*
Trina landed hard on her left side, let out a brief moan and rolled over. She had dropped the axe a few feet over, but still had the shotgun she had found earlier and her pistol. She hoped she would not have to use any of them anymore, but figured that that was asking a little bit much.
The hall she landed in was dark, aside from the flickering overhead lamp that ignited the room a bit.still, it had a horror-movie vibe to it that she did not like one bit, but she bit her top lip and rolled with punches. She had gotten herself into this and it would be her job to get herself out. The last thing she would do would be to leave her friends behind; finding them and a way out was her main priority.
Holding the axe tight with her fingerless gloves, she began to step down the hall, ready for anything.and that was why she was not surprised when she heard the raspy breath up ahead, and then saw the glimmering shadow lurking around. She heard more than one moan, signaling that there may be multiple carriers up ahead. She broke into a jog, and then turned the corner-
-and felt hands around her neck, saliva flying through the air all around her. She pushed the wooden part of the axe forward, shoving the creature off her. The room seemed to become a bit brighter as she adapted to the darkness, and she could see the monster before her.
There were three carriers, stumbling about the hallway, two men and a woman. The woman was overweight, her clothes blood stained and wrinkled. The men were both dressed in biohazard protective suits, but she could tell that they were infected through the pale, glazed over look in their faces.they stumbled forward, drunkenly, toward their supposed next meal.
The closer male lunged at her, and she swung her axe forward. She felt it connect and watched in horror as its left arm was tore off, blood spattering everywhere. Trina kicked it in the gut and sent it backwards, flying into the female. She toppled over, the armless male on top of her. The other man, which was the first to attack her, started towards her and grabbed at her neck as she began to back away. Throwing herself and all her weight against him, he fell back but didn't lose his balance. He continued to press forward.
Swinging the axe again, she slammed into its thigh and it moaned in pain. Not severing it, she pulled it out and swung again, this time connecting with its chest. A thick gurgling noise erupted as blood began to trickle down his protective suit. He moaned, but continued to press forward on now one good leg.one final swing and he was decapitated, a mangled heap of flesh and bone on the ground.
The man and woman in whom she had pushed through were up again, this time coming at her together. Trina backhanded the woman in the face, but was retaliated by a scream and moan, the zombie showing her black mouth and rotting teeth. Trina stepped back and kicked the woman in the face, her chine snapping up and her jaw breaking in the blow. Strapping the axe beneath her belt strap, she took aim with her pistol and shot at the mans jaw, forcing it to cave in and send blood spewing in all directions.
The last bullet was used from her pistol, and she instantly ejected the clip and brandished a new. Firing now at the jawless, half-headed mutation in which she had shot at before, Trina aimed for the forehead and shot a clean bullet hole right between its eyes. It toppled over, allowing for Trina now to fight one on one.
She was an aggressive carrier, that was for sure, she raced for Trina with outstretched arms and a pissed off look on her mutated face. Trina pushed her back with her boot, then aimed her pistol and fired three shots into her face. None of them were enough to take her down, and Trina decided now that it was time to take serious action. Equipping the shotgun, she blew a hole through her chest and sent her falling.
Starring down at the three, mutilated bodies in which she had killed; Trina wiped sweat from her face and brushed her neck off. The monsters had almost had her, but she was lucky enough to keep them at bay. Looking around, she realized that the cave was just a front for some type of secret lab. This place was phenomenal, she decided, large but yet small enough to be hidden away underground. It was the perfect front, a desolate island with a large cave hiding a fully functional laboratory.brilliant, she thought, I give them credit for being so damn sneaky.
Taking off for the door at the end of the hallway, Trina looked at the printed numbers labeling the entrance, "P41".the thing that creeped her out though about this door was that it was covered in something, covered in a thick, grassy green substance.
I have never seen anything like this before.she pressed her fingertips against it; it looks almost like some kind of vine.
*
Finally making it back into her private quarters, Délia lay her head down upon her feathery pillow and rested. Through the delivery system installed the past year, she Bryant O'Neal and Hillary Wilkes delivered to where she could easily monitor it.smack-dab in the center of her bedroom. Hillary was chained to a support column, and Bryant placed against the back wall. She could watch him when she slept.
Hillary was knocked out cold, her limp body asleep in what looked like a very uncomfortable position. Délia was beginning to feel bad about keeping her, as she did not really need her any more.she had become more of a chore than a necessity. Nevertheless, killing her would result in having to dispose of a body, so keeping her alive was slightly more convenient.
A monitor that detected infrared heat tracked Ada throughout the facility, giving Délia less of a responsibility to continue changing screens. She had it very well in her private chambers, and everything she ever wanted was at her disposal. If she didn't get to kill Ada herself, then something else would and it would be the same.all she wanted was for her to be dead.that was all she wanted after all.
Falling to sleep, Délia dreamed of the day she would tour the streets of Paris, watch the people of Rome, and travel the safaris in Africa. When those days would come, she would be truly whole, never again having to fear for her life, never again having to worry about anything.when those days would come.when those days would come.
*
Slumped over and tired, Hillary woke up with her plan completely formed. She had seen a heavy-duty handgun, maybe a magnum, lying on the dresser near the corner of the room. Her switchblade that she had in her pocket when she was taken to the facility would easily cut the new rope prison that she was given. In a matter of minutes, she could be free, she would take the gun and carefully try to release the man in the glass cylinder.then she would go after Délia.
If her timing was right, then she could get out and hopefully find Ada if it was not too late. When Délia had left the one observation room, she had watched Ada throughout the facility and noted her pattern of appearances. The last she had seen her was in the monitor room, first floor.if she could make it there and regroup with her then they could escape together.
Praying that what would come in the next few minutes would be good; Hillary split the rope and began her escape. If Délia woke up, then she would be messing with true evil, and her mere existence would be in definite question. Taking a deep, long breath, Hillary made her move.
**
Resident Evil
Jamming the butt of her pistol into the eye of a decaying monster, Ada watched as dark red blood trickled down its pale white face. Unsure whether the creature was male or female, Ada connected her boot with the side of its head and sent it smashing to the sidewall, brains splattering over the metallic enclosing. Dressed in a blood stained lab coat, the monster regained its balance and stumbled forward, its arms outstretched and begging for a bite.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
"Mmghgh."
The third shot connected with the creature's wrist, sending it falling to the ground. Ada was losing ammo rather quickly; this time she was by herself to defend against the undead.she had sent Shane in to check the door on the opposite side of the hall from the workers quarters, and when she entered the monitor room, the monster appeared.
Connecting another roundhouse kick, the monster flew backwards and landed on its back, injured and nearly dead. Without wasting any time, she raised her boot up and crushed its face into the pale grey floor, forcing it to erupt in a loud, hollow gurgling sound. Holstering her pistol, she began to scope the room for any other undead, and found it empty. The room was rather interesting though, a circular room with monitors lining the roof. There was a round table in the center of the room, and a sole computer situated in front of a leather chair.
Checking to make sure that the Remington was held tight against her back, she sat down in front of the computer screen and accessed the security main frame. Umbrella had invested in some high tech security systems since the last time she had encountered them, but still they were easily hacked. Reading through a few biological reports and such, Ada finally came across something of interest. In a report dating June 20th, she read:
Subject matter: Viral Complications and Advancements
July 20th, 2004
Umbrella Corporation, Pharmaceutical Enterprise
White Umbrella, Chemical / Biological / Viral Studies
Prior evidence has suggested [from W. Birkin data and research, Raccoon City Jan-June 1998] that injecting the Ebola Virus into a specimen already infected with the T Virus will result in a specimen impervious to harm, pain, or suffrage.
Lisa Trevor was the first specimen to undergo this experimentation, performed by the team at the Spencer Estate, led by head researchers at the time, W. Birkin and A. Wesker. Several years passed and later the G Virus was extracted from the T Virus, which was injected as well into this new 'guinea pig'. Following this experiment, the T-Nemesis Virus was also administered.
Several years passed before Lisa Trevor was finally put to rest.
Now, mid 2004, this experiment will be processed again and administered into a new specimen, which will be delivered soon. If another specimen is found to be viable, experimentation may possibly occur sooner. All depends on time delivered, or delivery complications.
Please note that 1 in 100,000,000 will become a T-01 / T-02 / T-03. The numbers for a G Type specimen are far less, as the only specimens comes from the Birkin bloodline. Nemesis specimens are slightly more difficult to obtain, mutations begin after infection from a mutated stage 1, or stage 2.
Documentation on new experimentation will begin within the following week. Access to biological warfare and experimentation reports is granted through the following password:
[ NE-T:03/2 ]
Dr. K. Ontario
Today was June 21st, and the report was dated for yesterday. As Ada closed the window, another reopened, this one dating for today. She read:
Subject matter: Viral Complications and Advancements
July 21st, 2004
Umbrella Corporation, Pharmaceutical Enterprise
White Umbrella, Chemical / Biological / Viral Studies
Specimen has been delivered, however the team had run across several problems. An infection has occurred, and we have been quarantined. Many of us are suffering the symptoms of the T Virus, and if we do not administer the anti virus then we will all be forced to rest into internal sleep.
Head researcher, D. Spencer, has ordered that we all be placed into cellblock C1 for the time being. She has locked us all in the cellblock, and it is impossible for us to continue our research under these conditions. If time permits, I wish to stabilize the specimen for later documentation. If stabilization does not occur within the next 12 hours, then the specimen will either die or become virally active. We cannot allow this to happen.
Dr. K. Ontario
Subject matter: Viral Complications and Advancements
July 21st, 2004
Umbrella Corporation, Pharmaceutical Enterprise
White Umbrella, Chemical / Biological / Viral Studies
Specimen has been released, and the majority of our team has been obliterated. I am not quite sure if I have been infected myself, but if I have, then all is not lost. If I can make it to the monitor room, then it may be quite possible to find a sample of the anti virus, hidden beneath the Umbrella logo on the back wall. I need to remember the pass code though, and if I can do that then I will be cured. For now, I need to get to the room until I can make any assumptions.
The pass code, if I can remember, is something along the lines of what the biological report pass code is, something like [ NE-T:03/2 ], but slightly different.NE-G:03/2! That is it, now all I have to do is hope I can make it there before mutation occurs.
Dr. K. Ontario
Ada stopped reading and then looked over to the body of the mutated creation that she had just downed. She looked at it, upset that she had to dispose of it in such a violent way.but it was an Umbrella employee, and everyone and everything associated with White Umbrella deserved a violent death. She did it a favor.
Leaning over to check the body, Ada found a crumpled up wad of paper, a toothpick and a wallet inside the breast pocket. Inside was an identification tag. There was a picture of a young, blonde woman on it with a wide, extravagant smile on her face. She was very attractive, with glistening blue eyes and pearly white teeth. Her name was Kate Ontario, the doctor who had written the reports she had just read through.
"Well, Katie," she whispered, "Thank you for the small tid bit of information you have supplied me with. It might just be the thing to save my life-"
-and then suddenly the mutilated body sprung back to life and grabbed hold of Ada's shoulders, spitting and screaming and trying its damndest to get a chomp out of her. Ada and what had been Kate Ontario struggled before Ada finally grabbed her neck and broke it, sending her crumbling to the ground.
"Too bad I couldn't save yours,"
The door burst open and gunfire rung through the room, the sound of muffled moans and growls heard underneath it all. Shane burst into the room and then slammed the door shut, sweat dripping off his face in rivers. He bolted the door shut and stepped back, placing the machine guns under his belt strap. He smiled at Ada, gave her a quick wave and then wiped the perspiration from his neck.
"I may have just stumbled upon something that could help us out," He said, handing her a blue keycard, "As soon as I took it out of the cupboard in the room you sent me to, the monsters started at me from every damn direction. They must've been hiding in the closet or something.three of them."
"Great," she took the card from him and placed it in her pack, then headed over to the wall plate the report had spoken of. Removing the plate, she came face to face with a alpha/numeric keypad and what looked like a microwave indented into the wall.it was the holding tank for the antivirus.
Tapping the key code into place, a faint gas was released from the hole and then the latch was released, allowing her to retrieve the cure. It was placed inside a grey, metal briefcase with a card reader.
Brandishing the card Shane had given her, she slid it through the reader and watched as the locks on the four corners of the case slid apart and the lid to the holding compartment opened, revealing seven viles of green liquid, along with an administrative note, detailing how to give the cure. Along with the viles, there was a syringe and injection gun.
"Perfect, this is exactly what we had come for in the first place." Ada laughed, sliding the locks back into place. She put the case into her backpack and zipped it shut, heading back towards the door, "Okay, now I want you to go and check the next few rooms for any survivors. I will stay here and start looking over the monitor screens, to see if I can find my team. Report back here in fifteen minutes."
"Okay," he said to her, then equipped his sub machine guns and headed out the door. Ada heard gunfire after that, as he downed the three zombies he had spoken of. Taking one last look at the mangled body of Kate Ontario, Ada went to the keyboard and began to work.
*
Trina landed hard on her left side, let out a brief moan and rolled over. She had dropped the axe a few feet over, but still had the shotgun she had found earlier and her pistol. She hoped she would not have to use any of them anymore, but figured that that was asking a little bit much.
The hall she landed in was dark, aside from the flickering overhead lamp that ignited the room a bit.still, it had a horror-movie vibe to it that she did not like one bit, but she bit her top lip and rolled with punches. She had gotten herself into this and it would be her job to get herself out. The last thing she would do would be to leave her friends behind; finding them and a way out was her main priority.
Holding the axe tight with her fingerless gloves, she began to step down the hall, ready for anything.and that was why she was not surprised when she heard the raspy breath up ahead, and then saw the glimmering shadow lurking around. She heard more than one moan, signaling that there may be multiple carriers up ahead. She broke into a jog, and then turned the corner-
-and felt hands around her neck, saliva flying through the air all around her. She pushed the wooden part of the axe forward, shoving the creature off her. The room seemed to become a bit brighter as she adapted to the darkness, and she could see the monster before her.
There were three carriers, stumbling about the hallway, two men and a woman. The woman was overweight, her clothes blood stained and wrinkled. The men were both dressed in biohazard protective suits, but she could tell that they were infected through the pale, glazed over look in their faces.they stumbled forward, drunkenly, toward their supposed next meal.
The closer male lunged at her, and she swung her axe forward. She felt it connect and watched in horror as its left arm was tore off, blood spattering everywhere. Trina kicked it in the gut and sent it backwards, flying into the female. She toppled over, the armless male on top of her. The other man, which was the first to attack her, started towards her and grabbed at her neck as she began to back away. Throwing herself and all her weight against him, he fell back but didn't lose his balance. He continued to press forward.
Swinging the axe again, she slammed into its thigh and it moaned in pain. Not severing it, she pulled it out and swung again, this time connecting with its chest. A thick gurgling noise erupted as blood began to trickle down his protective suit. He moaned, but continued to press forward on now one good leg.one final swing and he was decapitated, a mangled heap of flesh and bone on the ground.
The man and woman in whom she had pushed through were up again, this time coming at her together. Trina backhanded the woman in the face, but was retaliated by a scream and moan, the zombie showing her black mouth and rotting teeth. Trina stepped back and kicked the woman in the face, her chine snapping up and her jaw breaking in the blow. Strapping the axe beneath her belt strap, she took aim with her pistol and shot at the mans jaw, forcing it to cave in and send blood spewing in all directions.
The last bullet was used from her pistol, and she instantly ejected the clip and brandished a new. Firing now at the jawless, half-headed mutation in which she had shot at before, Trina aimed for the forehead and shot a clean bullet hole right between its eyes. It toppled over, allowing for Trina now to fight one on one.
She was an aggressive carrier, that was for sure, she raced for Trina with outstretched arms and a pissed off look on her mutated face. Trina pushed her back with her boot, then aimed her pistol and fired three shots into her face. None of them were enough to take her down, and Trina decided now that it was time to take serious action. Equipping the shotgun, she blew a hole through her chest and sent her falling.
Starring down at the three, mutilated bodies in which she had killed; Trina wiped sweat from her face and brushed her neck off. The monsters had almost had her, but she was lucky enough to keep them at bay. Looking around, she realized that the cave was just a front for some type of secret lab. This place was phenomenal, she decided, large but yet small enough to be hidden away underground. It was the perfect front, a desolate island with a large cave hiding a fully functional laboratory.brilliant, she thought, I give them credit for being so damn sneaky.
Taking off for the door at the end of the hallway, Trina looked at the printed numbers labeling the entrance, "P41".the thing that creeped her out though about this door was that it was covered in something, covered in a thick, grassy green substance.
I have never seen anything like this before.she pressed her fingertips against it; it looks almost like some kind of vine.
*
Finally making it back into her private quarters, Délia lay her head down upon her feathery pillow and rested. Through the delivery system installed the past year, she Bryant O'Neal and Hillary Wilkes delivered to where she could easily monitor it.smack-dab in the center of her bedroom. Hillary was chained to a support column, and Bryant placed against the back wall. She could watch him when she slept.
Hillary was knocked out cold, her limp body asleep in what looked like a very uncomfortable position. Délia was beginning to feel bad about keeping her, as she did not really need her any more.she had become more of a chore than a necessity. Nevertheless, killing her would result in having to dispose of a body, so keeping her alive was slightly more convenient.
A monitor that detected infrared heat tracked Ada throughout the facility, giving Délia less of a responsibility to continue changing screens. She had it very well in her private chambers, and everything she ever wanted was at her disposal. If she didn't get to kill Ada herself, then something else would and it would be the same.all she wanted was for her to be dead.that was all she wanted after all.
Falling to sleep, Délia dreamed of the day she would tour the streets of Paris, watch the people of Rome, and travel the safaris in Africa. When those days would come, she would be truly whole, never again having to fear for her life, never again having to worry about anything.when those days would come.when those days would come.
*
Slumped over and tired, Hillary woke up with her plan completely formed. She had seen a heavy-duty handgun, maybe a magnum, lying on the dresser near the corner of the room. Her switchblade that she had in her pocket when she was taken to the facility would easily cut the new rope prison that she was given. In a matter of minutes, she could be free, she would take the gun and carefully try to release the man in the glass cylinder.then she would go after Délia.
If her timing was right, then she could get out and hopefully find Ada if it was not too late. When Délia had left the one observation room, she had watched Ada throughout the facility and noted her pattern of appearances. The last she had seen her was in the monitor room, first floor.if she could make it there and regroup with her then they could escape together.
Praying that what would come in the next few minutes would be good; Hillary split the rope and began her escape. If Délia woke up, then she would be messing with true evil, and her mere existence would be in definite question. Taking a deep, long breath, Hillary made her move.
**