Authors Note----
Hey thanks for reading so far!! This is Chapter 12, "Separated". I hope you like the new addition…
Ryan Abraham,
Author "Resident Evil OPERATION: Capitol City"
Email Me!!
Playa10131988@aol.com (preferred, I check it the most)
Morph1013@aol.com
Babyboy10131988@aol.com
Crazychild101319@aol.com
CHAPTER 12
Separated
Her eyes seemed heavy, almost like something was draped over them keeping them closed…but Ada knew that she just didn't want to open them. She couldn't…how long had it been since the escape from Capitol? How long had it been…and more importantly, where is Craig?
The feel of the rocky sand underneath her exposed belly was grinding against her. She was incredibly uncomfortable. Ada could hear the sound of the ocean in the distance, but also the distinctive sound of a fire raging somewhere…
She knew eventually she would need to come to…to wake up and realize that this nightmare was far from over. Something had happened during the cable car escape. She and Craig were onboard when it…when it…
"Crashed." Ada rolled over onto her back and opened her eyes, looking up into the bright sky, "Jesus…where the hell am I…" She sat up, looking around. There…right in front of her and partially still in the water. The cable car was overturned, blazing in the hot sun. Ada knew that the track ran underwater, but it was supposed to dock somewhere, not just crash land on some kind of deserted island.
Birds circled around as Ada picked herself up off the sand. She staggered about, wondering where her partner was. She had guessed that Craig wasn't the type to leave a girl behind…although if it was her case she'd have probably just left him out on the beach to die. She was a loner. She didn't need someone to drag her down as she progressed further. It was easier to just handle yourself, and not need to worry about a straggler.
"Hello!? Hello?!" Ada screamed out in her seductive but serious tone, hoping in the back of her heart that someone would answer…but nothing. Just dead silence. After a moment of screaming into open air, Ada realized that she was probably alone. Once again, she was by herself.
"Uhngh…haargh…"
Ada spun around, "What the hell?! Here too? How did they get here?"
Swarms of carriers closed in on Ada, pushing her towards the ocean. She fumbled for her gun, but absolutely nothing was on her. Not even a hair tie…all she had was empty pockets and a ripped tank top. Her legs ached from lying in the position she had been on the sand. But that was nothing she could worry about now. The only thing she could think about would be how to get away from these unexpected visitors…
Closer and closer they approached, and Ada had nothing to stop them or hold them off. She scrambled for any type of weaponry…a pile of rocks lay nearby. She picked one up and threw one at the half decimated face of a female carrier. The mangled bodies of the zombies continued to press on, not even flinching as the rocks hit them with no force.
There was only one choice. She had to get out of the area as fast as she could. There was no way that she could kill these zombies with just rocks. It was a dumb idea in the first place, and it made her feel dumb knowing she had probably just narrowed her chances of survival or escape.
Dodging two of the carriers, Ada broke off into a sprint. There were at least fifteen or so zombies in the area, dragging their sandy heels against the ground. They seemed to slow due to the bright sunlight, however. This gave Ada an advantage, allowing her to escape with a sense of ease. But still…the fact that Craig was out there alone haunted her. As much as she disliked the fact that he trailed along…she missed him.
*
Heatherly woke up alone. Everyone around her had been slaughtered. No one had survived. But somehow…she was still alive.
She could feel a sharp pain in her thigh. During the gunfire she had probably been hit, "Damn them…how could they do this to us?" She moaned out as she stood up. Examining her bleeding leg she determined it was just a deep scratch. No gun shot wound. Nothing lethal. She could still make it out alive. There was an airport on the island…
It was unthinkable what those fools at Umbrella did to them. Someone had smuggled aboard their cable car a sample of the T Virus…when the tram derailed, the virus was spilled. They were supposed to be safe on this island…just an evacuation checkpoint with the facilities to continue their research. But now…
The events in Capitol City had proved to be devastating. What had began as a simple attempt to eliminate a threat to the company ended in hundreds of thousands dead. The thought rang in and out of Heatherly's mind, like a song stuck inside and never-ending. She had seen the decay in its progressing stages…she had been the lead scientist. But after watching actual civilians fall victim to the infection, becoming carriers and ultimately rotting to extreme decay. She could hardly live with herself…how could she have been part of such a thing?
When the virus was spilled, a UBCS team was sent in to exterminate all carriers. Only half were infected, but still they were all to be killed. Somehow she had managed to survive…then what would explain all of the protection she was wearing? The combat boots…the goggles…the mask…
"Jesus…" she moaned, "What the hell…"
Things were coming in faster now. What had happened last night? During the time that the evacuation point and now she had somehow managed to lose her memory…or some bit of it. How could she have memories of being a UBSC soldier and an Umbrella researcher? She was equipped with the knowledge of a researcher but the weaponry of a soldier…
There were weapons strapped to nearly every inch of her body. Heatherly fondled them and found herself familiar with each of them…the combat knife, the assault rifle, the pistol, the magnum and all of the clips…
She still was bleeding though, from her left thigh. It was a massive scratch, like something had come straight across her. Something huge, and obviously powerful. Had she been attacked by one of the bio weapons, or maybe another soldier? How convenient…she knew a few of the men in the fleet would kill others to make sure they didn't go down alone…but everyone had gone down, besides her. How had she managed to survive?
The room Heatherly was in was some kind of research lab. The tanks and holding cells lining the walls were all smashed, their contaminants allowed to roam free. Umbrella was so unprepared, allowing simple glass containment cells. They held Tyrants in these tanks, and expected them to stay put. How completely stupid.
She stumbled down the tile, searching for a way out. Bodies lined the walls and floors. Many of the humans on the floors were mangled with bullet holes. Then, on the ground nearby was a child, a young girl, probably about fifteen or sixteen. Maybe she was in the visitor's area when the lab was evacuated. She was dead. Another life taken.
Heatherly couldn't bear to stand the sight. It was too heinous. The sight of a dead child on the ground, bullets in her pretty face and arms and legs and chest and…
"God damnit…" Heatherly couldn't even think about it, but the image was stuck in her head.
She pulled her blonde hair out, listening to her muffled breath through the ventilation on the mask. The boots she wore slapped the bloodstained massacre. She was trying to avoid touching any of the bodies. Any one of them could rise up at any minute. Although she had been trained by Umbrella to kill these monsters, she knew for a fact they didn't go down easy.
A flashback crashed though her head the second she thought of the monsters. Heatherly crumbled to the ground, grabbing the mask off her face. She let out a piercing scream, watching the sight of people dying and blood spraying in her mind. Guns were going off, violently. Everyone was dying. Then the monster…the hideous creation. The massive teeth, the wretched tongue and the outstretched arms. It sucked bodies into its mouth, devouring them in a single bite. It let out a massive scream, making the fleeing soldiers fall to their knees. Heatherly screamed, watching the visions over and over. They faded…it had been nearly a minute…
"Huhugh…" Heatherly moaned… "What the hell…was…that…?"
Brushing her incredibly disturbed self off Heatherly picked herself up off the ground and head towards the only elevator in the room. She touched the panel, clicking her fingers against the buttons. She called for the elevator, and watched as the light above the door flashed from roof, to 4, 3, 2, 1, L, B1, B2, B3 and finally RL.
"Jesus…how far down am I…" she asked herself, "RL…Research Lab…the research lab." Heatherly said, "The lobby will be the most logical step. From there I'll head to the roof, and try to find the port."
Suddenly a vicious scream rang throughout the lab. The elevator door opened, but the second it did the monster came into view. From down the hall the creature emerged, showing itself in plain sight. It was the monster from the flashback. It stumbled forward on three decaying legs…two in the front and one dragging behind. Heatherly jumped into the platform and watched the door shut as soon as the monster was in range. She saw it raze its claws, but it was cut off as the door shut.
She slumped down, pushing herself into the corner of the elevator. Heatherly hugged her knees, saying silent prayers in her head. How would she survive this…?
*
"Obviously it's some kind of island," Craig laughed to himself, "Flesh eating monsters, a city overrun and now a deserted island. My days just keep getting better and better."
Craig pushed himself along the seashore, looking out into the distance. He had moved away from the wreck…the burning disaster that had taken him here from Capitol. The though that his children and Jisela were still in Capitol haunted him…how could he have left them behind?
And now Ada was missing, somewhere on this island. She wasn't helpless, but still…
What were those trucks doing here? The ones with the Umbrella logo on them? There were bodies of soldiers lying about all over the beach, bullets scattered about in their mangled bodies. Had there been yet another outbreak in this place?
Umbrella had secrets, and their secrets just continued to surface. However, along with secrets rose more questions. How the hell had another spill occurred here? On a deserted island? They were obviously not cautious enough. Those fools…
Craig continued down the shoreline, thinking non stop about how to get off the island…but he still needed to find Ada. Until he found her, he was on his own…and he was beginning to lose trust in himself…
Hey thanks for reading so far!! This is Chapter 12, "Separated". I hope you like the new addition…
Ryan Abraham,
Author "Resident Evil OPERATION: Capitol City"
Email Me!!
Playa10131988@aol.com (preferred, I check it the most)
Morph1013@aol.com
Babyboy10131988@aol.com
Crazychild101319@aol.com
CHAPTER 12
Separated
Her eyes seemed heavy, almost like something was draped over them keeping them closed…but Ada knew that she just didn't want to open them. She couldn't…how long had it been since the escape from Capitol? How long had it been…and more importantly, where is Craig?
The feel of the rocky sand underneath her exposed belly was grinding against her. She was incredibly uncomfortable. Ada could hear the sound of the ocean in the distance, but also the distinctive sound of a fire raging somewhere…
She knew eventually she would need to come to…to wake up and realize that this nightmare was far from over. Something had happened during the cable car escape. She and Craig were onboard when it…when it…
"Crashed." Ada rolled over onto her back and opened her eyes, looking up into the bright sky, "Jesus…where the hell am I…" She sat up, looking around. There…right in front of her and partially still in the water. The cable car was overturned, blazing in the hot sun. Ada knew that the track ran underwater, but it was supposed to dock somewhere, not just crash land on some kind of deserted island.
Birds circled around as Ada picked herself up off the sand. She staggered about, wondering where her partner was. She had guessed that Craig wasn't the type to leave a girl behind…although if it was her case she'd have probably just left him out on the beach to die. She was a loner. She didn't need someone to drag her down as she progressed further. It was easier to just handle yourself, and not need to worry about a straggler.
"Hello!? Hello?!" Ada screamed out in her seductive but serious tone, hoping in the back of her heart that someone would answer…but nothing. Just dead silence. After a moment of screaming into open air, Ada realized that she was probably alone. Once again, she was by herself.
"Uhngh…haargh…"
Ada spun around, "What the hell?! Here too? How did they get here?"
Swarms of carriers closed in on Ada, pushing her towards the ocean. She fumbled for her gun, but absolutely nothing was on her. Not even a hair tie…all she had was empty pockets and a ripped tank top. Her legs ached from lying in the position she had been on the sand. But that was nothing she could worry about now. The only thing she could think about would be how to get away from these unexpected visitors…
Closer and closer they approached, and Ada had nothing to stop them or hold them off. She scrambled for any type of weaponry…a pile of rocks lay nearby. She picked one up and threw one at the half decimated face of a female carrier. The mangled bodies of the zombies continued to press on, not even flinching as the rocks hit them with no force.
There was only one choice. She had to get out of the area as fast as she could. There was no way that she could kill these zombies with just rocks. It was a dumb idea in the first place, and it made her feel dumb knowing she had probably just narrowed her chances of survival or escape.
Dodging two of the carriers, Ada broke off into a sprint. There were at least fifteen or so zombies in the area, dragging their sandy heels against the ground. They seemed to slow due to the bright sunlight, however. This gave Ada an advantage, allowing her to escape with a sense of ease. But still…the fact that Craig was out there alone haunted her. As much as she disliked the fact that he trailed along…she missed him.
*
Heatherly woke up alone. Everyone around her had been slaughtered. No one had survived. But somehow…she was still alive.
She could feel a sharp pain in her thigh. During the gunfire she had probably been hit, "Damn them…how could they do this to us?" She moaned out as she stood up. Examining her bleeding leg she determined it was just a deep scratch. No gun shot wound. Nothing lethal. She could still make it out alive. There was an airport on the island…
It was unthinkable what those fools at Umbrella did to them. Someone had smuggled aboard their cable car a sample of the T Virus…when the tram derailed, the virus was spilled. They were supposed to be safe on this island…just an evacuation checkpoint with the facilities to continue their research. But now…
The events in Capitol City had proved to be devastating. What had began as a simple attempt to eliminate a threat to the company ended in hundreds of thousands dead. The thought rang in and out of Heatherly's mind, like a song stuck inside and never-ending. She had seen the decay in its progressing stages…she had been the lead scientist. But after watching actual civilians fall victim to the infection, becoming carriers and ultimately rotting to extreme decay. She could hardly live with herself…how could she have been part of such a thing?
When the virus was spilled, a UBCS team was sent in to exterminate all carriers. Only half were infected, but still they were all to be killed. Somehow she had managed to survive…then what would explain all of the protection she was wearing? The combat boots…the goggles…the mask…
"Jesus…" she moaned, "What the hell…"
Things were coming in faster now. What had happened last night? During the time that the evacuation point and now she had somehow managed to lose her memory…or some bit of it. How could she have memories of being a UBSC soldier and an Umbrella researcher? She was equipped with the knowledge of a researcher but the weaponry of a soldier…
There were weapons strapped to nearly every inch of her body. Heatherly fondled them and found herself familiar with each of them…the combat knife, the assault rifle, the pistol, the magnum and all of the clips…
She still was bleeding though, from her left thigh. It was a massive scratch, like something had come straight across her. Something huge, and obviously powerful. Had she been attacked by one of the bio weapons, or maybe another soldier? How convenient…she knew a few of the men in the fleet would kill others to make sure they didn't go down alone…but everyone had gone down, besides her. How had she managed to survive?
The room Heatherly was in was some kind of research lab. The tanks and holding cells lining the walls were all smashed, their contaminants allowed to roam free. Umbrella was so unprepared, allowing simple glass containment cells. They held Tyrants in these tanks, and expected them to stay put. How completely stupid.
She stumbled down the tile, searching for a way out. Bodies lined the walls and floors. Many of the humans on the floors were mangled with bullet holes. Then, on the ground nearby was a child, a young girl, probably about fifteen or sixteen. Maybe she was in the visitor's area when the lab was evacuated. She was dead. Another life taken.
Heatherly couldn't bear to stand the sight. It was too heinous. The sight of a dead child on the ground, bullets in her pretty face and arms and legs and chest and…
"God damnit…" Heatherly couldn't even think about it, but the image was stuck in her head.
She pulled her blonde hair out, listening to her muffled breath through the ventilation on the mask. The boots she wore slapped the bloodstained massacre. She was trying to avoid touching any of the bodies. Any one of them could rise up at any minute. Although she had been trained by Umbrella to kill these monsters, she knew for a fact they didn't go down easy.
A flashback crashed though her head the second she thought of the monsters. Heatherly crumbled to the ground, grabbing the mask off her face. She let out a piercing scream, watching the sight of people dying and blood spraying in her mind. Guns were going off, violently. Everyone was dying. Then the monster…the hideous creation. The massive teeth, the wretched tongue and the outstretched arms. It sucked bodies into its mouth, devouring them in a single bite. It let out a massive scream, making the fleeing soldiers fall to their knees. Heatherly screamed, watching the visions over and over. They faded…it had been nearly a minute…
"Huhugh…" Heatherly moaned… "What the hell…was…that…?"
Brushing her incredibly disturbed self off Heatherly picked herself up off the ground and head towards the only elevator in the room. She touched the panel, clicking her fingers against the buttons. She called for the elevator, and watched as the light above the door flashed from roof, to 4, 3, 2, 1, L, B1, B2, B3 and finally RL.
"Jesus…how far down am I…" she asked herself, "RL…Research Lab…the research lab." Heatherly said, "The lobby will be the most logical step. From there I'll head to the roof, and try to find the port."
Suddenly a vicious scream rang throughout the lab. The elevator door opened, but the second it did the monster came into view. From down the hall the creature emerged, showing itself in plain sight. It was the monster from the flashback. It stumbled forward on three decaying legs…two in the front and one dragging behind. Heatherly jumped into the platform and watched the door shut as soon as the monster was in range. She saw it raze its claws, but it was cut off as the door shut.
She slumped down, pushing herself into the corner of the elevator. Heatherly hugged her knees, saying silent prayers in her head. How would she survive this…?
*
"Obviously it's some kind of island," Craig laughed to himself, "Flesh eating monsters, a city overrun and now a deserted island. My days just keep getting better and better."
Craig pushed himself along the seashore, looking out into the distance. He had moved away from the wreck…the burning disaster that had taken him here from Capitol. The though that his children and Jisela were still in Capitol haunted him…how could he have left them behind?
And now Ada was missing, somewhere on this island. She wasn't helpless, but still…
What were those trucks doing here? The ones with the Umbrella logo on them? There were bodies of soldiers lying about all over the beach, bullets scattered about in their mangled bodies. Had there been yet another outbreak in this place?
Umbrella had secrets, and their secrets just continued to surface. However, along with secrets rose more questions. How the hell had another spill occurred here? On a deserted island? They were obviously not cautious enough. Those fools…
Craig continued down the shoreline, thinking non stop about how to get off the island…but he still needed to find Ada. Until he found her, he was on his own…and he was beginning to lose trust in himself…