Chapter X
Anti B.O.W. Gas Release
Whispering words of encouragement to herself, Hillary crept slowly throughout the dimly lit room. Her footsteps were soft against the royal- fashion carpet that lined the floor, echoing softly throughout the oak wood walls. Délia's bed was around five feet away, and she lay upon it perfectly still, not underneath any covers.just laying there, silent and gracefully almost like a queen. Silently moving towards Bryant's holding pod, Hillary examined the control board aside it and began to search desperately for a release key.
After a moment of investigating, she came across a red button marked 'drain'. Taking a deep breath, she pressed the button down and watched the liquid disappear slowly into the floor, exiting without the slightest noise. As the liquid was drained, the glass cylinder opened up, allowing the nude man to escape. Helping him to his feet, Hillary began to assist Bryant out of the room.
With one arm under his shoulder, Hillary helped the limping man slowly out of the bedroom and into the next area. Warily opening the bulky, majestic door, she set him down outside in a luxurious, candlelit hall. As soon as she shut the door, Bryant collapsed and lay bare and exhausted on the ground before her. She knelt alongside him and stroked his hair, wondering what that insane freak had done to him.
"Its gonna be all right, just relax here for a minute. I'll be right back. We have to find some clothes for you, even a towel or something.stay here." Taking off in a jog after he nodded okay to her, Hillary swept the room for anything she could use as a weapon and came across a large dagger. She gripped it in her palm and thanked the higher ups for this small sense of hope. Continuing to encourage herself with silent thoughts and mumbles, Hillary opened the door right across from where Bryant sat.
She stepped into another candlelit room, this one a bathroom. There was a bathtub, empty, and a toilet situated on the far side of the room. There were many large towels and rags lining the room, the Spencer family crest imprinted on each. Grabbing the largest towel she could find, Hillary headed back out into the hall to assist the man she had freed.
"Here, put this on until we can find you something else to wear." She looked him up and down, checking for any cuts or scratches or pricks of any kind.and then on the inside of his elbow were several obvious needle pricks, like that of a heroin user, "What happened here." she looked them over, and watched his face weaken with exhaust, "Okay, we'll worry about that later. For now let's just get out of here."
Fastening the towel around his waist, Bryant stood up without saying a word and started down the hall. Hillary moved faster than he, but still allowing him to stay close behind. They were going to escape together, escape and make it out of there alive.but Hillary wasn't sure what other baggage her new partner was carrying with him.
*
Mumbling various tunes to himself, Shane checked the first door on the left and found it to be an empty living chamber, fitted with a bed and a few trinkets.nothing of interest. The second door on the left was what seemed to be a weapons locker, although there were no weapons. He did find a few clips for Ada's pistol, and a case of shotgun shells. Other than that, there was not much of anything that he could take from the room she had been checking.
Then came the first door on the right. After examining the lock for a moment, he just shot out the keycard reader and pushed through the door. His brown jacket was becoming a nuisance, but it did not bother him all too much. Sweat was beginning to build up inside, making his back stick to his shirt and his skin feel clammy. Stepping softly into the room, guns at the ready, Shane began to check for any possible survivors. It was too dark to see much of anything, so he holstered one gun and withdrew his lighter.
After a few tries, the lighter flickered to life, and he began to wave it around to light up the room. It was some sort of lab room, or something.there were massive olive colored cylinders labeled T-02 all around the room, and then tables and chairs with computers to monitor them. Finding the fuse box at the back of the room, he switched it on and watched the lights flicker to life just as the last of his lighter fluid was drained.
The room was big, really big.bigger than he had thought it to be. The tables and chairs were all in perfect condition, organized and neat. The cylinders were behind thick glass walls, a set of controls placed in front to maintain stability for the creatures that they stored. He did not want to fiddle with the controls, in case it did happen that he would let something out.
"Huhugh!"
Spinning around and fumbling for his second weapon, Shane saw the corpse rushing up at him with outstretched arms. It grabbed his shoulders and pushed him to the ground, papers and documents flying up everywhere as he brushed against a desk. Kicking the creature off of him, he aimed his weapons and-
-and realized who he was aiming at.and then saw that there were more of them, about five or so of them behind the one who had attacked him. It was his team, his fishing crew.the men that had been killed back outside the cave entrance.
"Oh Jesus.Derek." He said as the man who had pounced him stood up and regained balance, "I'm sorry man.if you can here me in there, then I want you to know that I-"
"Haargh!"
Instead of bothering to hear Shane at all, what had been his friend leaped at him again but this time he was ready. Shane unleashed multiple shots into its face and sent it flying, decapitated, to the floor. Instantaneously the rest of his team began to rush him, but he just took aim and blasted them all to bits. In all, the five men in whom he had accompanied to Asesinato lay dead on the ground before him, drowning in pools of their own blood.
Wiping sweat from his face, Shane bent down and looked sadly at the face of his best friend.he had just killed his best friend. Tears began to stream down his face, landing in small puddles on the ground before him, "No.Derek I'm sorry.please forgive me man."
"Shane we've got trouble!"
*
Three of the things that had attacked her back on Muerte Island had stormed the monitoring room, ripped it to shreds and had almost gotten her as well. They were like the lickers from Raccoon, but four or five times their original size. She had managed to outrun them but it wouldn't be long until they caught up with her and-
Ah shit shit shit.what the hell are those doing here.Ada looked at the lines of olive colored cylinders behind a foot thick wall of glass.nothing that the contaminants couldn't break through. There were Tyrants inside those cases, big ass monsters that hunted and did not give way. If they got out. if all of them got out.
Ada and Leon were on the train together, laughing and giggling when suddenly a gigantic claw ripped through the wall and outstretched its oversized fingers. Ada raised her pistol and shot, again and again, four shots in all. Leon raised his magnum and fired, sending the thing back out. It was not long until again it ripped in, sending hunks of metal flying.
Leon raised his magnum and let off a full clip before the thing retracted. There was a long pause, and for a moment, Ada thought the thing was gone-
-and then there was a sharp pain in her shoulder, extending down her arm and to her hip. The monster had tore through the side of the car, torn right through her.everything went black from then on until she woke up in the office.Leon had told her later that a Tyrant was responsible.
Ada shuddered at the thought and aimed at the door, her shotgun ready to blast through the living tissue that the creatures were. Shane started running in the opposite direction, and Ada instantly lost hope in him, realizing that the boy was running for his life.
"Ada, here! Check this out, hurry!" Claw marks were beginning to form on the door as the monsters pushed through. Ada darted for Shane, and saw him crouching over what looked like a fuse box, "Look, here it says Anti B.O.W. Gas Release! If we press this button it should hold them off."
Ada remembered releasing the gas back at the chemical plant in Raccoon City, and the effect it had on the lickers. They wrinkled up and died, losing their powers for a short time. If the gas was to be released, the effect would probably be the same, "Press the switch!"
As the words left her lips, the creatures broke through the doors and reared their ugly faces. All three of them crept into the room, and Shane smashed his fist down and instantly a yellowish green gas began to fume out of the ceiling, floors, and walls. The creatures sniffed it and dropped, as if to be falling asleep.
*
Hillary and Bryant stood inside the monitor room, ripped to shreds with bloodstains across the walls and floors. There were claw marks imprinted on the floor and ceiling, coming in and out of the room. Suddenly her hope for Ada and the others faded, and she knew that this probably would not end well.
"Where did she go." Bryant coughed, "I thought you said that she'd.that she'd.be here." He stumbled and caught himself against the wall, holding his balance, "Where is she?"
"I don't know, but its not safe to stay here, c'mon lets get out of here-"
-suddenly she was interrupted by a computerized voice, ringing slowly throughout the entire facility, "Anti B.O.W. Gas released approximately seven minutes ago, please note the effect upon specimens and experiments alike."
"Cough! Cough! Cough!" Bryant began to gag, and he fell to his knees, the towel dropping to the floor, "My chest! Agh!"
"Oh no, what's happening to you!" Hillary screamed, and that was when she noticed his chest beginning to spread and enlarge, veins popped out of his skin and sweat and blood trickled from all over him. The B.O.W. gas was affecting him as well, signaling that the experiments that Délia had done had in fact been viral. The mutations were beginning to take place.
**
Anti B.O.W. Gas Release
Whispering words of encouragement to herself, Hillary crept slowly throughout the dimly lit room. Her footsteps were soft against the royal- fashion carpet that lined the floor, echoing softly throughout the oak wood walls. Délia's bed was around five feet away, and she lay upon it perfectly still, not underneath any covers.just laying there, silent and gracefully almost like a queen. Silently moving towards Bryant's holding pod, Hillary examined the control board aside it and began to search desperately for a release key.
After a moment of investigating, she came across a red button marked 'drain'. Taking a deep breath, she pressed the button down and watched the liquid disappear slowly into the floor, exiting without the slightest noise. As the liquid was drained, the glass cylinder opened up, allowing the nude man to escape. Helping him to his feet, Hillary began to assist Bryant out of the room.
With one arm under his shoulder, Hillary helped the limping man slowly out of the bedroom and into the next area. Warily opening the bulky, majestic door, she set him down outside in a luxurious, candlelit hall. As soon as she shut the door, Bryant collapsed and lay bare and exhausted on the ground before her. She knelt alongside him and stroked his hair, wondering what that insane freak had done to him.
"Its gonna be all right, just relax here for a minute. I'll be right back. We have to find some clothes for you, even a towel or something.stay here." Taking off in a jog after he nodded okay to her, Hillary swept the room for anything she could use as a weapon and came across a large dagger. She gripped it in her palm and thanked the higher ups for this small sense of hope. Continuing to encourage herself with silent thoughts and mumbles, Hillary opened the door right across from where Bryant sat.
She stepped into another candlelit room, this one a bathroom. There was a bathtub, empty, and a toilet situated on the far side of the room. There were many large towels and rags lining the room, the Spencer family crest imprinted on each. Grabbing the largest towel she could find, Hillary headed back out into the hall to assist the man she had freed.
"Here, put this on until we can find you something else to wear." She looked him up and down, checking for any cuts or scratches or pricks of any kind.and then on the inside of his elbow were several obvious needle pricks, like that of a heroin user, "What happened here." she looked them over, and watched his face weaken with exhaust, "Okay, we'll worry about that later. For now let's just get out of here."
Fastening the towel around his waist, Bryant stood up without saying a word and started down the hall. Hillary moved faster than he, but still allowing him to stay close behind. They were going to escape together, escape and make it out of there alive.but Hillary wasn't sure what other baggage her new partner was carrying with him.
*
Mumbling various tunes to himself, Shane checked the first door on the left and found it to be an empty living chamber, fitted with a bed and a few trinkets.nothing of interest. The second door on the left was what seemed to be a weapons locker, although there were no weapons. He did find a few clips for Ada's pistol, and a case of shotgun shells. Other than that, there was not much of anything that he could take from the room she had been checking.
Then came the first door on the right. After examining the lock for a moment, he just shot out the keycard reader and pushed through the door. His brown jacket was becoming a nuisance, but it did not bother him all too much. Sweat was beginning to build up inside, making his back stick to his shirt and his skin feel clammy. Stepping softly into the room, guns at the ready, Shane began to check for any possible survivors. It was too dark to see much of anything, so he holstered one gun and withdrew his lighter.
After a few tries, the lighter flickered to life, and he began to wave it around to light up the room. It was some sort of lab room, or something.there were massive olive colored cylinders labeled T-02 all around the room, and then tables and chairs with computers to monitor them. Finding the fuse box at the back of the room, he switched it on and watched the lights flicker to life just as the last of his lighter fluid was drained.
The room was big, really big.bigger than he had thought it to be. The tables and chairs were all in perfect condition, organized and neat. The cylinders were behind thick glass walls, a set of controls placed in front to maintain stability for the creatures that they stored. He did not want to fiddle with the controls, in case it did happen that he would let something out.
"Huhugh!"
Spinning around and fumbling for his second weapon, Shane saw the corpse rushing up at him with outstretched arms. It grabbed his shoulders and pushed him to the ground, papers and documents flying up everywhere as he brushed against a desk. Kicking the creature off of him, he aimed his weapons and-
-and realized who he was aiming at.and then saw that there were more of them, about five or so of them behind the one who had attacked him. It was his team, his fishing crew.the men that had been killed back outside the cave entrance.
"Oh Jesus.Derek." He said as the man who had pounced him stood up and regained balance, "I'm sorry man.if you can here me in there, then I want you to know that I-"
"Haargh!"
Instead of bothering to hear Shane at all, what had been his friend leaped at him again but this time he was ready. Shane unleashed multiple shots into its face and sent it flying, decapitated, to the floor. Instantaneously the rest of his team began to rush him, but he just took aim and blasted them all to bits. In all, the five men in whom he had accompanied to Asesinato lay dead on the ground before him, drowning in pools of their own blood.
Wiping sweat from his face, Shane bent down and looked sadly at the face of his best friend.he had just killed his best friend. Tears began to stream down his face, landing in small puddles on the ground before him, "No.Derek I'm sorry.please forgive me man."
"Shane we've got trouble!"
*
Three of the things that had attacked her back on Muerte Island had stormed the monitoring room, ripped it to shreds and had almost gotten her as well. They were like the lickers from Raccoon, but four or five times their original size. She had managed to outrun them but it wouldn't be long until they caught up with her and-
Ah shit shit shit.what the hell are those doing here.Ada looked at the lines of olive colored cylinders behind a foot thick wall of glass.nothing that the contaminants couldn't break through. There were Tyrants inside those cases, big ass monsters that hunted and did not give way. If they got out. if all of them got out.
Ada and Leon were on the train together, laughing and giggling when suddenly a gigantic claw ripped through the wall and outstretched its oversized fingers. Ada raised her pistol and shot, again and again, four shots in all. Leon raised his magnum and fired, sending the thing back out. It was not long until again it ripped in, sending hunks of metal flying.
Leon raised his magnum and let off a full clip before the thing retracted. There was a long pause, and for a moment, Ada thought the thing was gone-
-and then there was a sharp pain in her shoulder, extending down her arm and to her hip. The monster had tore through the side of the car, torn right through her.everything went black from then on until she woke up in the office.Leon had told her later that a Tyrant was responsible.
Ada shuddered at the thought and aimed at the door, her shotgun ready to blast through the living tissue that the creatures were. Shane started running in the opposite direction, and Ada instantly lost hope in him, realizing that the boy was running for his life.
"Ada, here! Check this out, hurry!" Claw marks were beginning to form on the door as the monsters pushed through. Ada darted for Shane, and saw him crouching over what looked like a fuse box, "Look, here it says Anti B.O.W. Gas Release! If we press this button it should hold them off."
Ada remembered releasing the gas back at the chemical plant in Raccoon City, and the effect it had on the lickers. They wrinkled up and died, losing their powers for a short time. If the gas was to be released, the effect would probably be the same, "Press the switch!"
As the words left her lips, the creatures broke through the doors and reared their ugly faces. All three of them crept into the room, and Shane smashed his fist down and instantly a yellowish green gas began to fume out of the ceiling, floors, and walls. The creatures sniffed it and dropped, as if to be falling asleep.
*
Hillary and Bryant stood inside the monitor room, ripped to shreds with bloodstains across the walls and floors. There were claw marks imprinted on the floor and ceiling, coming in and out of the room. Suddenly her hope for Ada and the others faded, and she knew that this probably would not end well.
"Where did she go." Bryant coughed, "I thought you said that she'd.that she'd.be here." He stumbled and caught himself against the wall, holding his balance, "Where is she?"
"I don't know, but its not safe to stay here, c'mon lets get out of here-"
-suddenly she was interrupted by a computerized voice, ringing slowly throughout the entire facility, "Anti B.O.W. Gas released approximately seven minutes ago, please note the effect upon specimens and experiments alike."
"Cough! Cough! Cough!" Bryant began to gag, and he fell to his knees, the towel dropping to the floor, "My chest! Agh!"
"Oh no, what's happening to you!" Hillary screamed, and that was when she noticed his chest beginning to spread and enlarge, veins popped out of his skin and sweat and blood trickled from all over him. The B.O.W. gas was affecting him as well, signaling that the experiments that Délia had done had in fact been viral. The mutations were beginning to take place.
**