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Wow, I've got ten reviews as of the time I'm writing this…that's awesome! Thanks a ton for reading and reviewing my stuff, and I hope you enjoy it. Even if you don't like it, please review and tell me what you want to be changed if you don't like it. Here goes Chapter 9, I hope you like it!
Ryan Abraham
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CHAPTER 9
Crawling In The Dark
The sizzling crackle of Craig's lighter illuminated the dim hallway, shining light into the blood stained corridor. It was a haunting site to see…the blood smeared against the cement walls, random body parts strewn about in no certain arrangement, "Disgusting…"
Ada was close to his side, nearly snuggling against him. She had decided that if she was going to die down here, she may as well die with someone she trusted…she was tired of being alone. Her thoughts about the man that she had discovered hours ago were still a bit mixed…all she knew was that he could be trusted.
The picture frame slammed down into its original position. Ada and Craig quickly turned and noticed that they were sealed in. Now they were really trapped, no way of getting out of this one. If they were attacked there was no way into the main hall for more fighting ground…
Craig took another step forward, the lighter still in front of him. Further down the hallway he could a hear a faint dripping noise, like something falling and splashing against the floor. And that clicking, like nails against the walls-
"Oh god…" Ada could remember the sound of the lickers from Raccoon…their faint clicking in the distance against the walls as the monster skittered across a room, only to project their violent tongues and decapitate with a single thrust. The mutated zombie was vicious, like a rabid animal with a taste for death. Using their massive claws they could cut you up and devour your head in a single swallow…
Ada clutched the gun in her right hand, her other arm wrapped around Craig's waist. He moved forward as if nothing was of concern, but in reality everything in this house was rigged to kill…they had everything to worry about.
She swallowed hard as the creature came into view…it peered at them with small beady eyes and its brain showing through its cracked skull. Its skeletal bones protruded out of bleeding flesh and decaying muscle, and its wretched tongue slirping in and out of its mouth. It glided over them, seeming not to care that they were in its way. It crawled across the ceiling, heading up the stairs only to find that its exit was blocked. Both Ada and Craig had stopped dead in their tracks.
Craig looked at Ada, "What the hell was that…"
Ada knew what it was, but breaking it to him would put more fear into his heart. The experiments that Umbrella did on humans were only the first stage. After the genetic mutation into the flesh craving zombies, the carriers would slowly deteriorate and mutate into the next stage…commonly reffered to as a 'licker'.
"Try not to think about it…just keep moving…" she grunted, the sound of its vicious claws still clicking in the distance…
*
Délia stumbled out into the openness of the main hall. It was lit only by the burning candles in the corner, shining dim light into the gigantic room. The hall was once a proud greeting room, but now was nothing more than a still graveyard.
The picture frame had been moved, the puzzle solved. The two name plates were rigged with door handles…any amount of pressure increased similarly to each of them would immediately slide the frame upwards, revealing a passageway into the sub basement. The intruders must've been able to get down there.
The assumption that the intruders were smart was something that Délia did not want to make. However they could be classified as survivors, due to the fact that they lived through the dangers of Capitol City for about four to five days. It was now three hours into February 29th…
No matter that the new found inhabitants of the mansion were survivors, there was no way they could manage to slay the creatures that lived in the basement. The second stage of human experimentation was kept down there…it was where Délia had dragged Dimitri's matted corpse…
The Tyrant that had been released into Capitol to hunt down Ada had been damaged. Délia could not make any conclusions onto how that happened, other than that maybe another mutation had attacked it. The tracer on it showed that it was moving closer and closer to the house. However when she peered out her study window there were no signs of the monster…had it found another way to the house? The underground system was accessible…
"Damnit…" Délia moaned, realizing thanks to her own thoughts that in the basement was the testing facility. It had somehow managed to slip her thoughts. In the underground facility was an accessible sea vessel, activated only by employee identification. There were a few scientists bodies scattered about the house, but it would be a miracle if the intruders could find ID on them. The main identification system was in the facility that Ada had stolen information from, in the center of Capitol City. It would have been smarter for them to go there, but now they were trapped here.
Her body still ached from the transformation she had undergone. Her muscles had expanded, stretching and tearing her once beautiful skin. Her face had begun to age, wrinkles appearing above her upper lip and around her eyes. Rejuvenation, Alexia had called it. This was a different process, Délia had concluded. If Alexia had gone under some kind of rejuvenation, then it was defiantly a different process.
Délia slowly walked down the steps and towards the main floor. She touched the tile ground with bare, sweaty feet and sighed. This was what her research had led to…loneliness and utter death. She was completely alone, the only sound in the hall was that of the crackling candle light but not even that was enough to keep her company. And utter death…the death of her mother and father and brother…but she was responsible for her brother's death. She had killed him…alas he got what was coming to him. He deserved it.
Ever since they were children that idiot brother of hers was always telling her of the accomplishments he had undergone, the extreme brilliancy and undeniable attractiveness. His arrogance was the cause of his death. He deserved what she gave him. But somehow his presence was still felt in the house.
After fumbling through her pocket she finally found the set of master keys. She stepped towards the hard wood door that lead to the dining room. Jamming the key in the lock, Délia pushed through and walked in yet another candle lit room. The dining room was pure elegance, the forks and knives and dishes placed perfectly on the long table. The fireplace in the back hadn't been lit for years…
After entering multiple rooms, she finally made it to the sealed off monitoring room. This was the only room in the actual living portion of the house that was facility like. It monitored every room of the entire compound…the library, the bedrooms, the dining room, the hall, the study…as well as the under ground portion…the concrete stair case, the testing facility, the research lab, the docking port…
Délia sat down in the padded chair, looking over the multiple screens…
"There you are," she whispered to herself, running her fingers through her grungy blood red hair. There were two of them…a man and a woman… "You think you are capable of surviving my house?"
The realization of who exactly was in the house was setting in, "You've troubled me for so long, Ms Wong…now you have stumbled onto my territory. Its time to pay the piper."
Wow, I've got ten reviews as of the time I'm writing this…that's awesome! Thanks a ton for reading and reviewing my stuff, and I hope you enjoy it. Even if you don't like it, please review and tell me what you want to be changed if you don't like it. Here goes Chapter 9, I hope you like it!
Ryan Abraham
Email The Author:
Playa10131988@aol.com - (Preferred – I check this one the most!)
Morph1013@aol.com
Crazychild10131988@aol.com
Babyboy10131988@aol.com
CHAPTER 9
Crawling In The Dark
The sizzling crackle of Craig's lighter illuminated the dim hallway, shining light into the blood stained corridor. It was a haunting site to see…the blood smeared against the cement walls, random body parts strewn about in no certain arrangement, "Disgusting…"
Ada was close to his side, nearly snuggling against him. She had decided that if she was going to die down here, she may as well die with someone she trusted…she was tired of being alone. Her thoughts about the man that she had discovered hours ago were still a bit mixed…all she knew was that he could be trusted.
The picture frame slammed down into its original position. Ada and Craig quickly turned and noticed that they were sealed in. Now they were really trapped, no way of getting out of this one. If they were attacked there was no way into the main hall for more fighting ground…
Craig took another step forward, the lighter still in front of him. Further down the hallway he could a hear a faint dripping noise, like something falling and splashing against the floor. And that clicking, like nails against the walls-
"Oh god…" Ada could remember the sound of the lickers from Raccoon…their faint clicking in the distance against the walls as the monster skittered across a room, only to project their violent tongues and decapitate with a single thrust. The mutated zombie was vicious, like a rabid animal with a taste for death. Using their massive claws they could cut you up and devour your head in a single swallow…
Ada clutched the gun in her right hand, her other arm wrapped around Craig's waist. He moved forward as if nothing was of concern, but in reality everything in this house was rigged to kill…they had everything to worry about.
She swallowed hard as the creature came into view…it peered at them with small beady eyes and its brain showing through its cracked skull. Its skeletal bones protruded out of bleeding flesh and decaying muscle, and its wretched tongue slirping in and out of its mouth. It glided over them, seeming not to care that they were in its way. It crawled across the ceiling, heading up the stairs only to find that its exit was blocked. Both Ada and Craig had stopped dead in their tracks.
Craig looked at Ada, "What the hell was that…"
Ada knew what it was, but breaking it to him would put more fear into his heart. The experiments that Umbrella did on humans were only the first stage. After the genetic mutation into the flesh craving zombies, the carriers would slowly deteriorate and mutate into the next stage…commonly reffered to as a 'licker'.
"Try not to think about it…just keep moving…" she grunted, the sound of its vicious claws still clicking in the distance…
*
Délia stumbled out into the openness of the main hall. It was lit only by the burning candles in the corner, shining dim light into the gigantic room. The hall was once a proud greeting room, but now was nothing more than a still graveyard.
The picture frame had been moved, the puzzle solved. The two name plates were rigged with door handles…any amount of pressure increased similarly to each of them would immediately slide the frame upwards, revealing a passageway into the sub basement. The intruders must've been able to get down there.
The assumption that the intruders were smart was something that Délia did not want to make. However they could be classified as survivors, due to the fact that they lived through the dangers of Capitol City for about four to five days. It was now three hours into February 29th…
No matter that the new found inhabitants of the mansion were survivors, there was no way they could manage to slay the creatures that lived in the basement. The second stage of human experimentation was kept down there…it was where Délia had dragged Dimitri's matted corpse…
The Tyrant that had been released into Capitol to hunt down Ada had been damaged. Délia could not make any conclusions onto how that happened, other than that maybe another mutation had attacked it. The tracer on it showed that it was moving closer and closer to the house. However when she peered out her study window there were no signs of the monster…had it found another way to the house? The underground system was accessible…
"Damnit…" Délia moaned, realizing thanks to her own thoughts that in the basement was the testing facility. It had somehow managed to slip her thoughts. In the underground facility was an accessible sea vessel, activated only by employee identification. There were a few scientists bodies scattered about the house, but it would be a miracle if the intruders could find ID on them. The main identification system was in the facility that Ada had stolen information from, in the center of Capitol City. It would have been smarter for them to go there, but now they were trapped here.
Her body still ached from the transformation she had undergone. Her muscles had expanded, stretching and tearing her once beautiful skin. Her face had begun to age, wrinkles appearing above her upper lip and around her eyes. Rejuvenation, Alexia had called it. This was a different process, Délia had concluded. If Alexia had gone under some kind of rejuvenation, then it was defiantly a different process.
Délia slowly walked down the steps and towards the main floor. She touched the tile ground with bare, sweaty feet and sighed. This was what her research had led to…loneliness and utter death. She was completely alone, the only sound in the hall was that of the crackling candle light but not even that was enough to keep her company. And utter death…the death of her mother and father and brother…but she was responsible for her brother's death. She had killed him…alas he got what was coming to him. He deserved it.
Ever since they were children that idiot brother of hers was always telling her of the accomplishments he had undergone, the extreme brilliancy and undeniable attractiveness. His arrogance was the cause of his death. He deserved what she gave him. But somehow his presence was still felt in the house.
After fumbling through her pocket she finally found the set of master keys. She stepped towards the hard wood door that lead to the dining room. Jamming the key in the lock, Délia pushed through and walked in yet another candle lit room. The dining room was pure elegance, the forks and knives and dishes placed perfectly on the long table. The fireplace in the back hadn't been lit for years…
After entering multiple rooms, she finally made it to the sealed off monitoring room. This was the only room in the actual living portion of the house that was facility like. It monitored every room of the entire compound…the library, the bedrooms, the dining room, the hall, the study…as well as the under ground portion…the concrete stair case, the testing facility, the research lab, the docking port…
Délia sat down in the padded chair, looking over the multiple screens…
"There you are," she whispered to herself, running her fingers through her grungy blood red hair. There were two of them…a man and a woman… "You think you are capable of surviving my house?"
The realization of who exactly was in the house was setting in, "You've troubled me for so long, Ms Wong…now you have stumbled onto my territory. Its time to pay the piper."