CHAPTER 5
The House on Capitol Hill
Ada pushed her body up into the breezy streets of Capitol City. It was like a ghost town. Blood stained the sidewalk and bodies lay crippled in the middle of the road. The buildings down the road were wrecked, burned out and their windows shattered. She held the nine millimeter closely as she crouched down next to the drain she had climbed through. She was exactly where she had been four days ago, right in front of the heightened bridge. It still hadn't been lowered…
The glass on the operator's station was shattered, the blinds wrinkled and hanging out into the open air. There were blood stains all over the chamber. Ada slowly walked towards it, pushing the unlocked door open… "My god," Ada said as she peered inside, "What happened in this place?"
The operator was slouched over his control board, dried blood covering his head. There was a bullet wound in his head…and more in his chest and back. He had his hand on a set of keys. Ada pocketed them just to be safe. Who knew what they would unlock? The man was obviously dead, and probably so for days. There was no telling what or who did this to him.
"Uuunghghgh…"
Ada had turned her back on the man for a split second. The sound behind her had haunted her for months. It was the sound that the walking dead would make after they had been infected with the T Virus. She quickly spun around and saw the operator moan again, twitch, and turn around.
He was a devastating site. Ada had only seen the bullet in the back of his head, not anything else. From the front side, his face was torn off and his eye torn out. His vicious teeth were separated, forming deadly jaws capable of spreading the virus with a single bite. He held his decaying and rotting arms forward in a drunken motion, and stumbled towards Ada.
"Jesus…" Ada stepped backwards, heading for the door, "God…what the hell happened to this place?" She raised her gun and planted a bullet directly into the monsters brain. It fell backwards into its chair, fresh blood pouring from its wound.
Ada shut the door behind her, making sure none of the other undead crept in while she wasn't looking. She began to look at the decayed mess that once was a normal human being. Umbrella had obviously created another accident. Everything was happening again.
After sifting through multiple drawers while keeping an eye on the carrier to her left, Ada found nothing but a few bottles of aspirin and a lock pick. She decided that she would be safer if she found better cover. Maybe an old abandoned hotel or something. She needed somewhere to stay hidden.
Ada moved outside, examining her surroundings. The bodies in the street had motioned to life, or whatever you want to call the living dead. They stumbled around the streets, looking for fresh meat. She noticed a house, up in the mountains. She had never seen it before, but from down where she was in seemed like the safest place possible for the time being. She would head there.
*
Craig moved out into the streets. It was the first actual time that he had managed to gain enough courage to move about. The carriers had taken over the city, and the only thing he could hope to keep him alive was his pistol. He had enough clips probably to down a few of them. He would need to save ammunition. Learn to dodge, he kept telling himself; if you can just keep your cool you can survive.
He stumbled out into the open road and broke into a run. There were carriers everywhere. Their drunken steps toward him were no match for his quick sprint. However if he ever came across a group of them, there was no telling if he could escape. The carriers always seemed to move about in packs, never alone. If they cornered you, they'd become vicious, fighting for the last piece of meat on your unfortunate body.
Don't think about that now, Craig. You can't. Focus on survival and head for the house. It would be a lot safer there, at least you can hope. Maybe there will be a phone there you can use to call for help. Just don't stop moving.
*
Délia sat alone in her private study. The corpse of her brother Dimitri she had fed to the mutated carriers in the basement. The next form of the carriers was what the few who lived through them called 'the inside out men'. Délia preferred to call them their code name, 'licker'. These creatures were the evolved form of the zombie, much more devastating than any normal human carrier. They had razor sharp tongues and a vicious set of claws capable of severing body parts with a mere swipe. They were one of Délia most prized creations…
So much had happened in the past week: The accident, the spill, the infection, the quarantine and more importantly the research. Délia had managed to keep track of a few of the men outside with her telescope. Each of them had perished. Nothing stood a chance against the carriers. Everyone would die eventually.
However, the Tyrant had not managed to find even the corpse of that Ada Wong. It was like she had simply disappeared. The Tyrant was supposed to be a swift hunter, capable of finding nearly anything in mere minutes. It had been four days. Where the hell was this girl?
Délia needed to focus. The fact that the press was becoming more and more concerned about the infection on Capitol was a problem. How long would the cover up last? She had proposed a no fly zone over the area, but the government didn't listen. The poor helicopter that flew overhead Capitol yesterday became victim to the infected bats in the air. The mother bat had taken down the chopper, and then the offspring fed off the pilots. It was an attractive site to see, but nevertheless simply another experiment. She knew now how powerful the airborne carriers were.
The house was her sanctuary. Délia needed to keep it protected. She had noticed one survivor of the massacre. He seemed to be inching towards the house, maneuvering in and out of the carriers. If he managed to make it through the forestry, she would have to dispose of him personally. Capitol City was wrecked, but Délia Spencer was not. She would not let this be the downfall of Umbrella.
*
Craig continued up the winding road. He had to take down a few of the carriers in his way, but other than that he remained rather safe. The issue of exhaustion was becoming a factor, however. He was getting more and more tired with every step he took. How many miles had traveled so far?
The road seemed to go on forever, but he couldn't see past the trees that shrouded it. All he heard was a faint howling in the distance. What was that noise?
*
The Capitol Hotel was just a block away. Ada slipped inside the front door, locking it behind her. The carriers had managed to almost creep up behind her, but they were kept outside. They slammed their rotting fingers against the reinforced glass door, begging to be let in. Ada wouldn't allow it.
She was in the front lobby. It was seemingly abandoned. Not a single sound was heard beside the faint hum of the fan overhead. The front desk was empty. The receptionist was slumped over the counter, her small body chewed away. It didn't look like human bites though…
"Gggggrrrrrrrr..."
Ada spun around and saw one of the dogs from Raccoon pawing at the window. It was trapped outside, but it had managed to get its paw in the room. She quickly ran to the window and slammed it shut, severing the paw from the decaying hound. It barked in pain and sprinted off into the distance.
Heading back for the front desk, Ada grabbed the keys off the receptionist's body and headed up the winding steps. She managed to make her way up onto a catwalk that overlooked the pool area. The glistening water illuminated her nimble body. She looked around for an open room where she could hide for the night.
Down the hall was room 417. Ada pushed the door open and found no one inside, "Well…" she said as she locked the door behind her, "I guess I won't be expecting any company."
She began to check the room for hidden occupants, but no one was inside. There was a suitcase, however. Inside was a suitable outfit. It was time she changed out of the rotting sweater and jeans she had on for the past few days.
Pulling out a white tank top and a pair of black pants, Ada headed for the shower to clean herself of the rotting sewer stench. Tomorrow she would maker her way to the House on Capitol Hill.
The House on Capitol Hill
Ada pushed her body up into the breezy streets of Capitol City. It was like a ghost town. Blood stained the sidewalk and bodies lay crippled in the middle of the road. The buildings down the road were wrecked, burned out and their windows shattered. She held the nine millimeter closely as she crouched down next to the drain she had climbed through. She was exactly where she had been four days ago, right in front of the heightened bridge. It still hadn't been lowered…
The glass on the operator's station was shattered, the blinds wrinkled and hanging out into the open air. There were blood stains all over the chamber. Ada slowly walked towards it, pushing the unlocked door open… "My god," Ada said as she peered inside, "What happened in this place?"
The operator was slouched over his control board, dried blood covering his head. There was a bullet wound in his head…and more in his chest and back. He had his hand on a set of keys. Ada pocketed them just to be safe. Who knew what they would unlock? The man was obviously dead, and probably so for days. There was no telling what or who did this to him.
"Uuunghghgh…"
Ada had turned her back on the man for a split second. The sound behind her had haunted her for months. It was the sound that the walking dead would make after they had been infected with the T Virus. She quickly spun around and saw the operator moan again, twitch, and turn around.
He was a devastating site. Ada had only seen the bullet in the back of his head, not anything else. From the front side, his face was torn off and his eye torn out. His vicious teeth were separated, forming deadly jaws capable of spreading the virus with a single bite. He held his decaying and rotting arms forward in a drunken motion, and stumbled towards Ada.
"Jesus…" Ada stepped backwards, heading for the door, "God…what the hell happened to this place?" She raised her gun and planted a bullet directly into the monsters brain. It fell backwards into its chair, fresh blood pouring from its wound.
Ada shut the door behind her, making sure none of the other undead crept in while she wasn't looking. She began to look at the decayed mess that once was a normal human being. Umbrella had obviously created another accident. Everything was happening again.
After sifting through multiple drawers while keeping an eye on the carrier to her left, Ada found nothing but a few bottles of aspirin and a lock pick. She decided that she would be safer if she found better cover. Maybe an old abandoned hotel or something. She needed somewhere to stay hidden.
Ada moved outside, examining her surroundings. The bodies in the street had motioned to life, or whatever you want to call the living dead. They stumbled around the streets, looking for fresh meat. She noticed a house, up in the mountains. She had never seen it before, but from down where she was in seemed like the safest place possible for the time being. She would head there.
*
Craig moved out into the streets. It was the first actual time that he had managed to gain enough courage to move about. The carriers had taken over the city, and the only thing he could hope to keep him alive was his pistol. He had enough clips probably to down a few of them. He would need to save ammunition. Learn to dodge, he kept telling himself; if you can just keep your cool you can survive.
He stumbled out into the open road and broke into a run. There were carriers everywhere. Their drunken steps toward him were no match for his quick sprint. However if he ever came across a group of them, there was no telling if he could escape. The carriers always seemed to move about in packs, never alone. If they cornered you, they'd become vicious, fighting for the last piece of meat on your unfortunate body.
Don't think about that now, Craig. You can't. Focus on survival and head for the house. It would be a lot safer there, at least you can hope. Maybe there will be a phone there you can use to call for help. Just don't stop moving.
*
Délia sat alone in her private study. The corpse of her brother Dimitri she had fed to the mutated carriers in the basement. The next form of the carriers was what the few who lived through them called 'the inside out men'. Délia preferred to call them their code name, 'licker'. These creatures were the evolved form of the zombie, much more devastating than any normal human carrier. They had razor sharp tongues and a vicious set of claws capable of severing body parts with a mere swipe. They were one of Délia most prized creations…
So much had happened in the past week: The accident, the spill, the infection, the quarantine and more importantly the research. Délia had managed to keep track of a few of the men outside with her telescope. Each of them had perished. Nothing stood a chance against the carriers. Everyone would die eventually.
However, the Tyrant had not managed to find even the corpse of that Ada Wong. It was like she had simply disappeared. The Tyrant was supposed to be a swift hunter, capable of finding nearly anything in mere minutes. It had been four days. Where the hell was this girl?
Délia needed to focus. The fact that the press was becoming more and more concerned about the infection on Capitol was a problem. How long would the cover up last? She had proposed a no fly zone over the area, but the government didn't listen. The poor helicopter that flew overhead Capitol yesterday became victim to the infected bats in the air. The mother bat had taken down the chopper, and then the offspring fed off the pilots. It was an attractive site to see, but nevertheless simply another experiment. She knew now how powerful the airborne carriers were.
The house was her sanctuary. Délia needed to keep it protected. She had noticed one survivor of the massacre. He seemed to be inching towards the house, maneuvering in and out of the carriers. If he managed to make it through the forestry, she would have to dispose of him personally. Capitol City was wrecked, but Délia Spencer was not. She would not let this be the downfall of Umbrella.
*
Craig continued up the winding road. He had to take down a few of the carriers in his way, but other than that he remained rather safe. The issue of exhaustion was becoming a factor, however. He was getting more and more tired with every step he took. How many miles had traveled so far?
The road seemed to go on forever, but he couldn't see past the trees that shrouded it. All he heard was a faint howling in the distance. What was that noise?
*
The Capitol Hotel was just a block away. Ada slipped inside the front door, locking it behind her. The carriers had managed to almost creep up behind her, but they were kept outside. They slammed their rotting fingers against the reinforced glass door, begging to be let in. Ada wouldn't allow it.
She was in the front lobby. It was seemingly abandoned. Not a single sound was heard beside the faint hum of the fan overhead. The front desk was empty. The receptionist was slumped over the counter, her small body chewed away. It didn't look like human bites though…
"Gggggrrrrrrrr..."
Ada spun around and saw one of the dogs from Raccoon pawing at the window. It was trapped outside, but it had managed to get its paw in the room. She quickly ran to the window and slammed it shut, severing the paw from the decaying hound. It barked in pain and sprinted off into the distance.
Heading back for the front desk, Ada grabbed the keys off the receptionist's body and headed up the winding steps. She managed to make her way up onto a catwalk that overlooked the pool area. The glistening water illuminated her nimble body. She looked around for an open room where she could hide for the night.
Down the hall was room 417. Ada pushed the door open and found no one inside, "Well…" she said as she locked the door behind her, "I guess I won't be expecting any company."
She began to check the room for hidden occupants, but no one was inside. There was a suitcase, however. Inside was a suitable outfit. It was time she changed out of the rotting sweater and jeans she had on for the past few days.
Pulling out a white tank top and a pair of black pants, Ada headed for the shower to clean herself of the rotting sewer stench. Tomorrow she would maker her way to the House on Capitol Hill.