CHAPTER 4
A City In Ruins
The blinds shutting in her face was one of the worst things that could have happened. She was trapped. Simply put, she was trapped. And the strange fumes from the chemical plant continued to rise into the air…
She couldn't think about that now. She had to worry about the task at hand. She needed to find safe haven. Someplace to hide before Umbrella came looking…somewhere unnoticeable where she could move freely about.
"Perfect-" She noticed a sewer drain next to her foot. Ada bent down and unhooked the latch. She put one foot into the hole. No ground was felt underneath her flat soled shoe. Her blue jeans pushed against the grimy edge of the gated drain, "Just need to keep my bala----whoa!"
Ada slipped. Her hands lost grip and she plummeted into the sewers.
*
February 27th. Something has happened to Capitol City. My children are all dead. All I have left is my handgun and a box of bullets. I'm scarred shitless. Everyone that is still alive, the few of them, seem to blame Umbrella for this incident. They say something about a T…Virus…T Virus? What is it? Where did it come from? What is the story behind this virus?
My daughters, Helena and Margaret. Six and Seven. Both of them were killed during the massacre. My wife is dead. Jisela Hilt, my loving and adoring wife. I hear that my family has perished as well. I guess I am the only surviving member of the Hilt family. Craig Hilt. 29. Only survivor and continuer of the Hilt family. Too bad that wont be the case. I see to many chances for death in this hell. Capitol City used to be safe. No longer.
I was at work when the first news of a rapid spreading 'illness' was reported. That was on the 23rd. When I found that my daughters were infected, I immediately pulled them from my home and attempted to flee the city. The bridge had been raised and when I tried to contact the operator, I found that he had been killed. A gunshot to his head. Someone had attacked him. The sewer drain was open, and a car had been pushed out onto the side of the road. What happened?
The next day, the 24th. Everything happened so fast. The citizens of Capitol City were slowly deteriorating into blood thirsty animals. They walked around the city, preying on the flesh of the living. The police tried to stop them. Nothing worked. Gunshots had been fired. Nothing worked. Bombs were set off. Nothing worked. I was separated from my daughters…my wife…later I learned they were dead. Infected. Dead.
The carriers took over the city. Within time, everyone was dead. On the 26th, nearly everything was destroyed. The bridge remained in its resting position. Somehow the telephone wires were knocked out. Cell phones were blocked. Its like someone took Capitol City and wiped it from the map.
Today I looked out into the mountains. Capitol City is positioned on an island enclosed with mountains. Something is up there…a house. A massive house. Like a palace, or a mansion. Its gigantic. It seems to extend over a large portion of the mountains. The zombies don't wander up there…just in the main industrial portion of the city.
Not a single person has tried to make contact with Capitol City. I thank the Lord that I'm not infected. All I hear is the moaning of the carriers outside. That sound drives me mad.
I will eventually escape. Nothing will keep me from my life, even if it isn't with my family. I will escape, and that's the bottom line.
*
Dimitri paced back and forth, "Jesus Christ…what have we done, dear sister? Délia, we must conduct some type of plan. We cannot just let the monsters overrun the city!"
Délia was incredibly disturbed. A bell seemed to be ringing in her head, non stop. She was going mad. She had been infected. Something inside of her, though. It wasn't like the virus that had been released into the city. Délia was infected with the mother virus…the T Alexia Virus.
"Délia? Délia, darling." Dimitri looked at his sister with untamed eyes, "What's the matter."
Délia stood up, looking her brother in the eyes. She raised up one hand, and suddenly Dimitri was raised into the air, "You pathetic boy. Dimitri how could you let this happen to Capitol?" Her voice wasn't normal. It boomed like an explosion and echoed throughout the city, "You must pay!"
"What are you saying?!" Dimitri cried out, putting his hand around his neck. Something seemed to be choking him, although nothing was around his neck, "Délia, let me go! I can't breathe!"
"Suffer…" Délia cried out, "Feel the pain of a thousand dead men!" She screamed out into the air. Her brother stopped squirming in her grasp. She released him but to ensure his death, a massive tentacle was released from her hand and directly penetrated his heart. He twitched and fell to the ground in utter defeat. Dimitri was killed by his own flesh and blood. Délia was now in control.
*
February 27th---
Dimitri is dead. I have emmense power. Recently I injected myself with the T Alexia Virus, the one we found inside of the young Steve Burnside. I have managed, through immense research, to discover how Alexia was allowed to cope with the virus. Evading the long fifteen years in cold storage as my predecessor underwent, I simply made small modifications and injected myself. The power she must've felt.
Capitol City is destroyed. The zombies have overpowered the city, and nearly everyone is dead. The Capitol City Development Plant is destroyed. The only thing left standing is my mansion, high in the mountains. This house will never be touched. It is a sacred land mark. With untouched beauty…like myself…
The Tyrant Version 4.0 has been released. It caused the outbreak in the first place. Someone forgot to use the tranquilizer drug before departure from the stabilizer. It went rapant. Killed everything in its path. Now its out for that woman. Where did she go? She seems to have simply disappeared. Alas, she will not escape my wrath. I will prevail, and the Spencer legacy will carry on.
Signed,
Miss Délia Spencer
*
Ada coughed hard. The stench was horrible. Her head ached. Where was she? What happened? That smell…just like the one in Raccoon. Something awful occurred. How long had she been in this place?
It was coming back to her. The man in the toll booth. Shutting the blinds. She fled into the sewers. But she slipped. She fell…all the way down the drain and landed somewhere. Must've bumped her head, because her head was throbbing. But still…something seemed very eerie about this place.
Standing up, she was knee deep in sewage. There was a platform beside her, which she immediately crawled into. She still had on the same black sweater and the same blue jeans that she had on the night she fell in here. Her hair was ratted though. Not clean.
There was a ladder on the platform, but further down was what seemed to be an unlocked door. Ada walked towards it, touching the handle. She opened it and peered inside. No one was inside.
She turned on the light and walked inside. There, on the table, was a nine millimeter with about seven clips beside it. Also there was an newspaper…dated February 27th…
"Jesus…" Ada strapped the gun around her waist belt and pocketed the clips. She picked up the newspaper, "February 26th, Capitol Times. Capitol City placed under quarantine. Disease from Raccoon City has spread into Capitol. Nearly everyone infected. Cannibal disease has struck Capitol City. No one suspected as of yet."
The newspaper dropped, "The gas from the pipes at the Umbrella Corp…" Ada shook her head, "They did it again…God damnit they did the same thing again. First Raccoon and now Capitol."
RRRROOOOOOOOOAAAAARRRRRRR!
A massive roar was heard outside, seemingly directly above her. She put her hand over hear ears as dust shook from the walls, "What in the hell was that?
Ada headed over to the vending machine in the corner, "Stale chips and flat pop…" She had no cash though, "No problem." She pulled out the pistol and shot through the exterior. Candy bars flooded out of the machine. She was careful to not disrupt the fragile soda containers though. Picking up a bag of chips, Ada ate for the first time in nearly…"Four days, I've been in here for four days." She grunted as she scoffed down the chips. Tossing the bag on the floor, she headed back out onto the catwalk.
The ladder wasn't ten steps away, and she had enough strength to open the latch at the top. She ascended, freeing herself up into the newly devastated Capitol City.
A City In Ruins
The blinds shutting in her face was one of the worst things that could have happened. She was trapped. Simply put, she was trapped. And the strange fumes from the chemical plant continued to rise into the air…
She couldn't think about that now. She had to worry about the task at hand. She needed to find safe haven. Someplace to hide before Umbrella came looking…somewhere unnoticeable where she could move freely about.
"Perfect-" She noticed a sewer drain next to her foot. Ada bent down and unhooked the latch. She put one foot into the hole. No ground was felt underneath her flat soled shoe. Her blue jeans pushed against the grimy edge of the gated drain, "Just need to keep my bala----whoa!"
Ada slipped. Her hands lost grip and she plummeted into the sewers.
*
February 27th. Something has happened to Capitol City. My children are all dead. All I have left is my handgun and a box of bullets. I'm scarred shitless. Everyone that is still alive, the few of them, seem to blame Umbrella for this incident. They say something about a T…Virus…T Virus? What is it? Where did it come from? What is the story behind this virus?
My daughters, Helena and Margaret. Six and Seven. Both of them were killed during the massacre. My wife is dead. Jisela Hilt, my loving and adoring wife. I hear that my family has perished as well. I guess I am the only surviving member of the Hilt family. Craig Hilt. 29. Only survivor and continuer of the Hilt family. Too bad that wont be the case. I see to many chances for death in this hell. Capitol City used to be safe. No longer.
I was at work when the first news of a rapid spreading 'illness' was reported. That was on the 23rd. When I found that my daughters were infected, I immediately pulled them from my home and attempted to flee the city. The bridge had been raised and when I tried to contact the operator, I found that he had been killed. A gunshot to his head. Someone had attacked him. The sewer drain was open, and a car had been pushed out onto the side of the road. What happened?
The next day, the 24th. Everything happened so fast. The citizens of Capitol City were slowly deteriorating into blood thirsty animals. They walked around the city, preying on the flesh of the living. The police tried to stop them. Nothing worked. Gunshots had been fired. Nothing worked. Bombs were set off. Nothing worked. I was separated from my daughters…my wife…later I learned they were dead. Infected. Dead.
The carriers took over the city. Within time, everyone was dead. On the 26th, nearly everything was destroyed. The bridge remained in its resting position. Somehow the telephone wires were knocked out. Cell phones were blocked. Its like someone took Capitol City and wiped it from the map.
Today I looked out into the mountains. Capitol City is positioned on an island enclosed with mountains. Something is up there…a house. A massive house. Like a palace, or a mansion. Its gigantic. It seems to extend over a large portion of the mountains. The zombies don't wander up there…just in the main industrial portion of the city.
Not a single person has tried to make contact with Capitol City. I thank the Lord that I'm not infected. All I hear is the moaning of the carriers outside. That sound drives me mad.
I will eventually escape. Nothing will keep me from my life, even if it isn't with my family. I will escape, and that's the bottom line.
*
Dimitri paced back and forth, "Jesus Christ…what have we done, dear sister? Délia, we must conduct some type of plan. We cannot just let the monsters overrun the city!"
Délia was incredibly disturbed. A bell seemed to be ringing in her head, non stop. She was going mad. She had been infected. Something inside of her, though. It wasn't like the virus that had been released into the city. Délia was infected with the mother virus…the T Alexia Virus.
"Délia? Délia, darling." Dimitri looked at his sister with untamed eyes, "What's the matter."
Délia stood up, looking her brother in the eyes. She raised up one hand, and suddenly Dimitri was raised into the air, "You pathetic boy. Dimitri how could you let this happen to Capitol?" Her voice wasn't normal. It boomed like an explosion and echoed throughout the city, "You must pay!"
"What are you saying?!" Dimitri cried out, putting his hand around his neck. Something seemed to be choking him, although nothing was around his neck, "Délia, let me go! I can't breathe!"
"Suffer…" Délia cried out, "Feel the pain of a thousand dead men!" She screamed out into the air. Her brother stopped squirming in her grasp. She released him but to ensure his death, a massive tentacle was released from her hand and directly penetrated his heart. He twitched and fell to the ground in utter defeat. Dimitri was killed by his own flesh and blood. Délia was now in control.
*
February 27th---
Dimitri is dead. I have emmense power. Recently I injected myself with the T Alexia Virus, the one we found inside of the young Steve Burnside. I have managed, through immense research, to discover how Alexia was allowed to cope with the virus. Evading the long fifteen years in cold storage as my predecessor underwent, I simply made small modifications and injected myself. The power she must've felt.
Capitol City is destroyed. The zombies have overpowered the city, and nearly everyone is dead. The Capitol City Development Plant is destroyed. The only thing left standing is my mansion, high in the mountains. This house will never be touched. It is a sacred land mark. With untouched beauty…like myself…
The Tyrant Version 4.0 has been released. It caused the outbreak in the first place. Someone forgot to use the tranquilizer drug before departure from the stabilizer. It went rapant. Killed everything in its path. Now its out for that woman. Where did she go? She seems to have simply disappeared. Alas, she will not escape my wrath. I will prevail, and the Spencer legacy will carry on.
Signed,
Miss Délia Spencer
*
Ada coughed hard. The stench was horrible. Her head ached. Where was she? What happened? That smell…just like the one in Raccoon. Something awful occurred. How long had she been in this place?
It was coming back to her. The man in the toll booth. Shutting the blinds. She fled into the sewers. But she slipped. She fell…all the way down the drain and landed somewhere. Must've bumped her head, because her head was throbbing. But still…something seemed very eerie about this place.
Standing up, she was knee deep in sewage. There was a platform beside her, which she immediately crawled into. She still had on the same black sweater and the same blue jeans that she had on the night she fell in here. Her hair was ratted though. Not clean.
There was a ladder on the platform, but further down was what seemed to be an unlocked door. Ada walked towards it, touching the handle. She opened it and peered inside. No one was inside.
She turned on the light and walked inside. There, on the table, was a nine millimeter with about seven clips beside it. Also there was an newspaper…dated February 27th…
"Jesus…" Ada strapped the gun around her waist belt and pocketed the clips. She picked up the newspaper, "February 26th, Capitol Times. Capitol City placed under quarantine. Disease from Raccoon City has spread into Capitol. Nearly everyone infected. Cannibal disease has struck Capitol City. No one suspected as of yet."
The newspaper dropped, "The gas from the pipes at the Umbrella Corp…" Ada shook her head, "They did it again…God damnit they did the same thing again. First Raccoon and now Capitol."
RRRROOOOOOOOOAAAAARRRRRRR!
A massive roar was heard outside, seemingly directly above her. She put her hand over hear ears as dust shook from the walls, "What in the hell was that?
Ada headed over to the vending machine in the corner, "Stale chips and flat pop…" She had no cash though, "No problem." She pulled out the pistol and shot through the exterior. Candy bars flooded out of the machine. She was careful to not disrupt the fragile soda containers though. Picking up a bag of chips, Ada ate for the first time in nearly…"Four days, I've been in here for four days." She grunted as she scoffed down the chips. Tossing the bag on the floor, she headed back out onto the catwalk.
The ladder wasn't ten steps away, and she had enough strength to open the latch at the top. She ascended, freeing herself up into the newly devastated Capitol City.