CHAPTER 6
An Unexpected Meeting
February 28th 1999…it was morning. Ada had slept effortlessly after being cocooned in the grungy sewers under Capitol for days. The hotel rooms were nice…pleasant and clean. The only problem was the lack of staff…she suspected everyone had died in the attack. However that didn't explain the lack of blood or bodies. In the deserted streets blood was stained on the broken down buildings and bodies of the dead were strewn around like a little girl would her dolls…but dolls don't get up and walk once you're done playing with them.
She had slept in barely anything, just the small tee and panties she had under her clothes. She was lucky to have found an outfit to wear though. The tight capris and belly tank fit her well. The weather in Capitol wasn't exactly appropriate for that kind of dress, but thankfully a large zip up sweater was found inside the suitcase as well. Ada knew that it was safer in the hotel than outside…but if she wanted to escape it was the only choice to go back out.
So it was decided, as she thought about it, that she would head up to the mountain area and try to enter the somewhat distant house. It seemed safe to her. Although she had never looked at it up close or even talked about the house with any of the other citizens, she basically labeled it her only safe house.
Ada was so caught up in her thoughts that she had barely noticed the sound of a door opening and shutting outside her room…
*
After long debates with himself on weather or not he should continue into the woods to the house, Craig had decided it would be safer to just rest for a while. He hadn't taken any time to check the area for any other survivors, but now it was probably too late. The woman had a gun raised, pointing it directly at his head. The woman seemed incredibly well trained, with the way she was holding her gun. Everything was over now…he was probably finished. If she was with the people that started this mess, then there was no chance of escape.
"Don't move," the woman's sweet voice said behind him, "If you move at all I'll shoot. Drop your weapon, and give me your bag." Craig looked straight at her. She didn't look too harmful in the black panties and tank top she was wearing. How long had she been here? "Give them to me, damnit."
Craig handed her his pistol and his bag. She put the pistol under the strap on her panties and opened the bag. Her one eye continued to stay focused on him, however. She pulled out the few clips of ammo and the picture of his family.
"Please," Craig said, "Just take the ammo…leave the picture." He slowly turned around, only to see the woman lower her aim, "It's the only memory I have of them."
She looked puzzled, "Who are you? What are you doing in this town? I thought everyone had been killed…" She motioned for him to head back into the room of which she had sprung out of. He went in before her, watching her pick up his bag and tossing it in the room. The second they were in, she locked the door and turned back around.
Craig sat on the bed, looking the women in the face. She was asain, seemingly harmless and quite cute. The only thing he debated about her was the fact that she now carried two weapons. She looked as though she might have been trained to shoot.
"I'll ask you one more time…who are you and what are you doing here?"
Craig responded, "My name is Craig Hilt. I have lived in Capitol for about three or four years. When the sickness occurred, no one knew what was happening. Surely you know of the sickness by now…"
"Of course. I used to be employed by the people that created it…" she said softly, putting her head down.
"You worked for these monsters?"
"For a brief while, yes. But I got out of the business when I discovered of their genetic experimentation and disgusting plans for world domination. I could never be a part of that."
"My wife and kids were killed in the attack. I'm the only one left…" Craig shed a tear as he spoke.
"Don't give up hope. I've survived one of Umbrella's accidents before, and I have no doubt in myself that I can do it again. We need to get out of here though. It isn't safe to be here any longer." She said, looking at a very puzzled Craig.
With a slight grin, he slowly chuckled, "You never told me your name, hun…"
*
Ada and Craig slowly stepped down the carpeted steps that led down into the basement. She had changed into the clothes found in the room, and had given Craig his ammunition back. He seemed smart enough to work with…maybe he could help get her out alive.
The windows were shattered. Everything that had helped to shield out the carriers was broken down. Fear began to rush up into Ada's heart as a faint growl was heard somewhere in the marble floored room.
"Gggggrrhhhh…"
Ada shuddered. The carrier dogs had managed to get into the lobby. Their vicious teeth were something that had haunted her since the Raccoon City ordeal. Killing them was slightly simpler than killing a zombie, but if they attacked in packs…
More growls. They seemed to be coming from all corners of the room. The dogs began to appear slowly out of the corners, their decaying legs buckling under their body weight.
"Run!" Ada screamed. Craig and Ada took off back up the steps, trailed closely by an increasing number of predators, "Go! Back up the catwalk. There are too many of them! We can shoot them all…" Ada continued to run, breaking into a sprint as she hit the catwalk.
Craig followed closely behind, "Why don't we just shoot, Ada!?" Craig screamed, trailing only inches behind her, "We can fight them!"
"No! There are too many of them!" They turned a corner, running up more steps and coming onto an balcony over looking the pool. The dogs were right behind them.
"GGGGRRRRRGRRRRRR! RAOUGH! RAOUGH! RAOUGH!"
Ada was beginning to slow down, falling victim to exhaustion. Finally she came down to her last resort. The dogs were cornering them…they had no other choice but to fight.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
"I thought you said it'd be easier to run?!" Craig said, panting as he watched Ada down one of the seven dogs, "That's what you said, wasn't it?"
Ada grinned, "There's always a fall back plan." With that Ada fired more shots into the dogs, sending two of them flying over the railing and into the pool water below. Four left…
Unloading his pistol on the remaining dogs, Craig started to shield Ada from the harm the dogs might cause. A few of them tried to attack, but his rapid fire techniques proved helpful against them. She admired his courage…
"Six down…" BAM! "And seven!" Craig laughed, watching the last dog's blood pour from its rotting body. He extended a hand to help Ada off the ground, "You okay?"
"I'm fine…just what are you planning on doing about those ones?" Ada pointed to a pack of dogs sprinting up the stairs across the room, "Time to move, hun." Ada aimed her gun for the large window down the hall. It shattered, revealing a small drop to a grassy landing.
She looked at her new partner, "After you."
An Unexpected Meeting
February 28th 1999…it was morning. Ada had slept effortlessly after being cocooned in the grungy sewers under Capitol for days. The hotel rooms were nice…pleasant and clean. The only problem was the lack of staff…she suspected everyone had died in the attack. However that didn't explain the lack of blood or bodies. In the deserted streets blood was stained on the broken down buildings and bodies of the dead were strewn around like a little girl would her dolls…but dolls don't get up and walk once you're done playing with them.
She had slept in barely anything, just the small tee and panties she had under her clothes. She was lucky to have found an outfit to wear though. The tight capris and belly tank fit her well. The weather in Capitol wasn't exactly appropriate for that kind of dress, but thankfully a large zip up sweater was found inside the suitcase as well. Ada knew that it was safer in the hotel than outside…but if she wanted to escape it was the only choice to go back out.
So it was decided, as she thought about it, that she would head up to the mountain area and try to enter the somewhat distant house. It seemed safe to her. Although she had never looked at it up close or even talked about the house with any of the other citizens, she basically labeled it her only safe house.
Ada was so caught up in her thoughts that she had barely noticed the sound of a door opening and shutting outside her room…
*
After long debates with himself on weather or not he should continue into the woods to the house, Craig had decided it would be safer to just rest for a while. He hadn't taken any time to check the area for any other survivors, but now it was probably too late. The woman had a gun raised, pointing it directly at his head. The woman seemed incredibly well trained, with the way she was holding her gun. Everything was over now…he was probably finished. If she was with the people that started this mess, then there was no chance of escape.
"Don't move," the woman's sweet voice said behind him, "If you move at all I'll shoot. Drop your weapon, and give me your bag." Craig looked straight at her. She didn't look too harmful in the black panties and tank top she was wearing. How long had she been here? "Give them to me, damnit."
Craig handed her his pistol and his bag. She put the pistol under the strap on her panties and opened the bag. Her one eye continued to stay focused on him, however. She pulled out the few clips of ammo and the picture of his family.
"Please," Craig said, "Just take the ammo…leave the picture." He slowly turned around, only to see the woman lower her aim, "It's the only memory I have of them."
She looked puzzled, "Who are you? What are you doing in this town? I thought everyone had been killed…" She motioned for him to head back into the room of which she had sprung out of. He went in before her, watching her pick up his bag and tossing it in the room. The second they were in, she locked the door and turned back around.
Craig sat on the bed, looking the women in the face. She was asain, seemingly harmless and quite cute. The only thing he debated about her was the fact that she now carried two weapons. She looked as though she might have been trained to shoot.
"I'll ask you one more time…who are you and what are you doing here?"
Craig responded, "My name is Craig Hilt. I have lived in Capitol for about three or four years. When the sickness occurred, no one knew what was happening. Surely you know of the sickness by now…"
"Of course. I used to be employed by the people that created it…" she said softly, putting her head down.
"You worked for these monsters?"
"For a brief while, yes. But I got out of the business when I discovered of their genetic experimentation and disgusting plans for world domination. I could never be a part of that."
"My wife and kids were killed in the attack. I'm the only one left…" Craig shed a tear as he spoke.
"Don't give up hope. I've survived one of Umbrella's accidents before, and I have no doubt in myself that I can do it again. We need to get out of here though. It isn't safe to be here any longer." She said, looking at a very puzzled Craig.
With a slight grin, he slowly chuckled, "You never told me your name, hun…"
*
Ada and Craig slowly stepped down the carpeted steps that led down into the basement. She had changed into the clothes found in the room, and had given Craig his ammunition back. He seemed smart enough to work with…maybe he could help get her out alive.
The windows were shattered. Everything that had helped to shield out the carriers was broken down. Fear began to rush up into Ada's heart as a faint growl was heard somewhere in the marble floored room.
"Gggggrrhhhh…"
Ada shuddered. The carrier dogs had managed to get into the lobby. Their vicious teeth were something that had haunted her since the Raccoon City ordeal. Killing them was slightly simpler than killing a zombie, but if they attacked in packs…
More growls. They seemed to be coming from all corners of the room. The dogs began to appear slowly out of the corners, their decaying legs buckling under their body weight.
"Run!" Ada screamed. Craig and Ada took off back up the steps, trailed closely by an increasing number of predators, "Go! Back up the catwalk. There are too many of them! We can shoot them all…" Ada continued to run, breaking into a sprint as she hit the catwalk.
Craig followed closely behind, "Why don't we just shoot, Ada!?" Craig screamed, trailing only inches behind her, "We can fight them!"
"No! There are too many of them!" They turned a corner, running up more steps and coming onto an balcony over looking the pool. The dogs were right behind them.
"GGGGRRRRRGRRRRRR! RAOUGH! RAOUGH! RAOUGH!"
Ada was beginning to slow down, falling victim to exhaustion. Finally she came down to her last resort. The dogs were cornering them…they had no other choice but to fight.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
"I thought you said it'd be easier to run?!" Craig said, panting as he watched Ada down one of the seven dogs, "That's what you said, wasn't it?"
Ada grinned, "There's always a fall back plan." With that Ada fired more shots into the dogs, sending two of them flying over the railing and into the pool water below. Four left…
Unloading his pistol on the remaining dogs, Craig started to shield Ada from the harm the dogs might cause. A few of them tried to attack, but his rapid fire techniques proved helpful against them. She admired his courage…
"Six down…" BAM! "And seven!" Craig laughed, watching the last dog's blood pour from its rotting body. He extended a hand to help Ada off the ground, "You okay?"
"I'm fine…just what are you planning on doing about those ones?" Ada pointed to a pack of dogs sprinting up the stairs across the room, "Time to move, hun." Ada aimed her gun for the large window down the hall. It shattered, revealing a small drop to a grassy landing.
She looked at her new partner, "After you."