Authors Note-
Well as of right now I have posted my prelude to this story, title "Resident Evil OPERATION: Capitol City 2". This story, based around Heatherly Taft, tells the story of what happened when the actual virus contamination occurred and the things that went on while Ada wasn't watching. I like where it could go and if you like this story you probably will like that one too. Read and review it, thanks a bunch!
Ryan Abraham
-Author, "Resident Evil OPERATION: Capitol City"
Email Me!
Playa10131988@aol.com (*Preferred)
Morph101319@aol.com
Babyboy10131988@aol.com
Crazychild101319@aol.com
…or you can always tell me your ideas straight to my face, via AOL Instant Messenger…
My AIM screen name is Crazychild1013
…now on with the chapter…
CHAPTER 15
Devastating Experimentation
The newfound trust relationship between Heatherly and herself was something Ada just couldn't put aside. The fact was that she worked for Umbrella, and although she may be against them now…she had once signed up for a lifetime membership. It was something Ada just couldn't ignore.
Actually, the whole idea of even making her way through this mess with a member of the group who started it made her stomach turn. It made her feel as if she was betraying everything she had stood for in the past. Maybe just killing her off would make this whole thing easier. If she did make that decision, she could strip the woman of her weapons and make the escaping process even easier.
But still, the fact was that with the supposed skill this Heatherly had she could probably help find Craig. This was one thing Ada wanted more than anything else…to find him and make sure he was alive. The last thing she wanted was to find out he was dead…or worse…
"We're in some kind of briefing room," Heatherly said as she pushed open a large wood door and headed inside, "This is probably where the committee met…" She started to walk past the overturned chairs and personal work spaces, heading straight toward the instructors desk. She seemed to know exactly what she was doing…
Ada still stood in the doorway, wondering why this room seemed so important to Heatherly. Maybe there was something she wasn't tell her, but still her story was slightly believable. She was sent in to retrieve a virus, it was spilled and now all she wanted to do was get out alive…it sounded compellingly familiar. But that was Ada's old life…however now that Heatherly was dealing with the exact same thing she had been not a few months ago, it was difficult to watch. Ada knew how much pain and anguish she had been through, and the last thing she wanted was for someone else to feel the same sorrow.
Still, she couldn't stand working with a female partner. It was the worst thing for her, no matter the pity she felt for her. Disposing of her would bring a more relaxing ordeal…she was leaned over a desk, totally unaware of the vulnerability she was under. Ada could quickly put a bullet through her pretty face and be done with it…
"I had no idea how important this facility was…" Heatherly said, bringing Ada back to the devastating reality she was stranded in, "Damn…even the board members met here. They have everything recorded…" She pointed towards a bulletin board in the back corner, "Look there,"
Ada looked, moving forward next to her soldier partner, "What is it? Some kind of report, I guess." She walked towards the board, looking it over. What she found astonished her.
"They have everything here. All the articles the press printed about Raccoon, Caliban, Sheena and Rockfort. Everything about the Raccoon Police Department, their STARS unit and the virus…" Heatherly said, unpinning a photograph… "Look at this girl…she cant be over twenty…"
Ada looked at the picture, "You're right…where did you…" She recognized the girl in the still, "She was part of STARS…"
Heatherly looked her over, examining the young features and brilliant smile on her face, "The back is dated '98," She said quietly, "It was just taken this year." She repined the picture and pulled off the document behind it, "Her name is Rebecca Chambers…she was the medical expert…one of four surviving the Spencer Estate incident…she was 19…"
This wasn't news to Ada. She had seen the reports on STARS before she had entered Raccoon. She knew about Chris, Jill, Barry and Rebecca. This must have been where they organized their search parties and such…
"I can't believe we are actually in a small headquarters…" Heatherly continued, "I wasn't informed of this…this paper says the board met here…everyone responsible for the entire Umbrella Chemical Company was in this room…"
Ada shivered. She felt unclean all of a sudden. She was inside a room where twenty or thirty of the most sinister and inhuman men and women sat for coffee…
"What do we do now? We know that Umbrella has been up to some pretty bad shit…but now that we're in their headquarters? I spent a night in Umbrella's own personal house; there is now way in hell that I want to spend a night in their headquarters. We need to find a way out of this hell, and fast." Ada said, attempting to sound as bold as possible.
"Like I said, there is a helipad on the roof. If we're lucky, there'll be a chopper available. But you want to stick around and find this Craig character. If we stick around, who knows if we'll be able to escape with our lives?" Heatherly shrieked, "I don't want to be here any more than you do, so stop complaining. If we focus, we'll get out alive."
*
Craig descended deeper and deeper, his ears popping as he was lowered into the subbasement. It was a laboratory, he had discovered from the files on the secretaries desk. Maybe there was some information leading to an escape, or possibly finding Ada. But the thought of Ada a half mile underground in a secluded madhouse of a laboratory made his skin crawl.
DING!
The door slid open, and the sight that met his eyes caught Craig so off guard it knocked him back. It was a blood bath, the bodies of mutilated soldiers and researchers littered about like they were crumbled paper. Unidentified body parts were strewn about, arms and legs hanging lifelessly from the cages and tanks in the corners of the rooms. Blood stained the walls and the smell of death and carrion stained the air. It stunk of rot and decay, but the visual aspects of it were the worst part. He could practically hear the screams of the hundreds dead in the room. Craig sank into the corner of the elevator, putting his head between his knees. But a sound just around the corner drew his attention up, leading him out of the small compartment. The door shut behind him…
"Hello…is anyone alive in here?" Craig spoke, but even asking that made him feel idiotic. How could anyone be alive? He hadn't seen one complete body yet…but that sound, like skin ripping apart and guts falling out only to slap the metal floor. It reeked even worse as he continued through the corridor…
"Hello? Is anyone alive? Anyone, please?" He could hear the elevator rising back up, sealing him in for a good three or four minutes. Craig thought to himself that it was possible that there could be a survivor somewhere in the room, but those chances were small. He knelt down against one of the dead soldiers, un-strapping their assault rifle. It was filled to the max with bullets, ensuring him a safer mission than what his handgun could provide.
"Unghughngh…" Something in the room sprung to life, alerting Craig that indeed there had been survivors. But alas, they weren't alive…just the walking dead. Behind him, a female researcher pushed herself up with nothing more than two dead stubs for arms. Her legs had been torn to shreds, almost looking as though they had been ripped from her. She stumbled towards him, her vicious teeth and decaying flesh quivering as she moved.
One shot through her forehead was all it took. These monsters were highly decayed, falling apart at the shot. They were weaker than any of the ones Craig had encountered…
Almost immediately after the bullet was shot, a massive tentacle burst out of a nearby shelf, slicing through Craig's thigh and wrapping around his leg.
"Aargh! What the fuck is this?" He screamed as he collapsed to the ground as was dragged helplessly towards the metallic shelf. Craig vigorously pulled on the wet tentacle, attempting to tear it off him but it wouldn't budge. Within a second he slammed into the shelf, getting his first glimpse of the monster that attacked him
He could see it through the shelf, bits and pieces of it at least. It was massive; just like a large blob or something…he could see the vicious teeth and mangled eyes it had, looking straight at him with cat-like vision. From nearly every inch of its obese body sprung a purplish tentacle, waving wildly through the air. It screamed, releasing a green slime that covered the shelf that Craig was held against. It was trying to pull him through, to get him in its blood stained mouth and devour him. But Craig wasn't about to let it do it…
Withstanding the extreme pain in his leg, Craig fumbled for the rifle and began firing through she openings in the shelf. The creature screamed again and again as it swallowed lead, ripping through its cerebrum and severing a few of the tentacles of its body. Craig pointed the gun at the arm holding him to the monster and opened fire. With a few shots the tentacle withdrew, letting him free. He stumbled to his feet but collapsed again from the extreme pain in his leg. He could barely walk…
"Aargh…" Craig moaned as he dragged himself through the tangled mess of the dead, praying that they wouldn't wake before he was gone. He could hear the monster dragging itself around the maze of desks and shelves and lab stations, pushing itself towards its next meal, "fuck…what the hell will they think of next…" he gasped.
Craig stumbled to his feet, limping towards the elevator at a quicker speed. He slammed his hand against the call button and watched as the elevator slowly came back to the basement. But it wasn't coming fast enough…
"Heeerraahhahghgh!"
The monster was less than a hundred feet away, waving its tentacles around in the air, calling for its next feeding. It slithered towards Craig at an increasing speed. All he could do was pray that the elevator reached him in time…
Well as of right now I have posted my prelude to this story, title "Resident Evil OPERATION: Capitol City 2". This story, based around Heatherly Taft, tells the story of what happened when the actual virus contamination occurred and the things that went on while Ada wasn't watching. I like where it could go and if you like this story you probably will like that one too. Read and review it, thanks a bunch!
Ryan Abraham
-Author, "Resident Evil OPERATION: Capitol City"
Email Me!
Playa10131988@aol.com (*Preferred)
Morph101319@aol.com
Babyboy10131988@aol.com
Crazychild101319@aol.com
…or you can always tell me your ideas straight to my face, via AOL Instant Messenger…
My AIM screen name is Crazychild1013
…now on with the chapter…
CHAPTER 15
Devastating Experimentation
The newfound trust relationship between Heatherly and herself was something Ada just couldn't put aside. The fact was that she worked for Umbrella, and although she may be against them now…she had once signed up for a lifetime membership. It was something Ada just couldn't ignore.
Actually, the whole idea of even making her way through this mess with a member of the group who started it made her stomach turn. It made her feel as if she was betraying everything she had stood for in the past. Maybe just killing her off would make this whole thing easier. If she did make that decision, she could strip the woman of her weapons and make the escaping process even easier.
But still, the fact was that with the supposed skill this Heatherly had she could probably help find Craig. This was one thing Ada wanted more than anything else…to find him and make sure he was alive. The last thing she wanted was to find out he was dead…or worse…
"We're in some kind of briefing room," Heatherly said as she pushed open a large wood door and headed inside, "This is probably where the committee met…" She started to walk past the overturned chairs and personal work spaces, heading straight toward the instructors desk. She seemed to know exactly what she was doing…
Ada still stood in the doorway, wondering why this room seemed so important to Heatherly. Maybe there was something she wasn't tell her, but still her story was slightly believable. She was sent in to retrieve a virus, it was spilled and now all she wanted to do was get out alive…it sounded compellingly familiar. But that was Ada's old life…however now that Heatherly was dealing with the exact same thing she had been not a few months ago, it was difficult to watch. Ada knew how much pain and anguish she had been through, and the last thing she wanted was for someone else to feel the same sorrow.
Still, she couldn't stand working with a female partner. It was the worst thing for her, no matter the pity she felt for her. Disposing of her would bring a more relaxing ordeal…she was leaned over a desk, totally unaware of the vulnerability she was under. Ada could quickly put a bullet through her pretty face and be done with it…
"I had no idea how important this facility was…" Heatherly said, bringing Ada back to the devastating reality she was stranded in, "Damn…even the board members met here. They have everything recorded…" She pointed towards a bulletin board in the back corner, "Look there,"
Ada looked, moving forward next to her soldier partner, "What is it? Some kind of report, I guess." She walked towards the board, looking it over. What she found astonished her.
"They have everything here. All the articles the press printed about Raccoon, Caliban, Sheena and Rockfort. Everything about the Raccoon Police Department, their STARS unit and the virus…" Heatherly said, unpinning a photograph… "Look at this girl…she cant be over twenty…"
Ada looked at the picture, "You're right…where did you…" She recognized the girl in the still, "She was part of STARS…"
Heatherly looked her over, examining the young features and brilliant smile on her face, "The back is dated '98," She said quietly, "It was just taken this year." She repined the picture and pulled off the document behind it, "Her name is Rebecca Chambers…she was the medical expert…one of four surviving the Spencer Estate incident…she was 19…"
This wasn't news to Ada. She had seen the reports on STARS before she had entered Raccoon. She knew about Chris, Jill, Barry and Rebecca. This must have been where they organized their search parties and such…
"I can't believe we are actually in a small headquarters…" Heatherly continued, "I wasn't informed of this…this paper says the board met here…everyone responsible for the entire Umbrella Chemical Company was in this room…"
Ada shivered. She felt unclean all of a sudden. She was inside a room where twenty or thirty of the most sinister and inhuman men and women sat for coffee…
"What do we do now? We know that Umbrella has been up to some pretty bad shit…but now that we're in their headquarters? I spent a night in Umbrella's own personal house; there is now way in hell that I want to spend a night in their headquarters. We need to find a way out of this hell, and fast." Ada said, attempting to sound as bold as possible.
"Like I said, there is a helipad on the roof. If we're lucky, there'll be a chopper available. But you want to stick around and find this Craig character. If we stick around, who knows if we'll be able to escape with our lives?" Heatherly shrieked, "I don't want to be here any more than you do, so stop complaining. If we focus, we'll get out alive."
*
Craig descended deeper and deeper, his ears popping as he was lowered into the subbasement. It was a laboratory, he had discovered from the files on the secretaries desk. Maybe there was some information leading to an escape, or possibly finding Ada. But the thought of Ada a half mile underground in a secluded madhouse of a laboratory made his skin crawl.
DING!
The door slid open, and the sight that met his eyes caught Craig so off guard it knocked him back. It was a blood bath, the bodies of mutilated soldiers and researchers littered about like they were crumbled paper. Unidentified body parts were strewn about, arms and legs hanging lifelessly from the cages and tanks in the corners of the rooms. Blood stained the walls and the smell of death and carrion stained the air. It stunk of rot and decay, but the visual aspects of it were the worst part. He could practically hear the screams of the hundreds dead in the room. Craig sank into the corner of the elevator, putting his head between his knees. But a sound just around the corner drew his attention up, leading him out of the small compartment. The door shut behind him…
"Hello…is anyone alive in here?" Craig spoke, but even asking that made him feel idiotic. How could anyone be alive? He hadn't seen one complete body yet…but that sound, like skin ripping apart and guts falling out only to slap the metal floor. It reeked even worse as he continued through the corridor…
"Hello? Is anyone alive? Anyone, please?" He could hear the elevator rising back up, sealing him in for a good three or four minutes. Craig thought to himself that it was possible that there could be a survivor somewhere in the room, but those chances were small. He knelt down against one of the dead soldiers, un-strapping their assault rifle. It was filled to the max with bullets, ensuring him a safer mission than what his handgun could provide.
"Unghughngh…" Something in the room sprung to life, alerting Craig that indeed there had been survivors. But alas, they weren't alive…just the walking dead. Behind him, a female researcher pushed herself up with nothing more than two dead stubs for arms. Her legs had been torn to shreds, almost looking as though they had been ripped from her. She stumbled towards him, her vicious teeth and decaying flesh quivering as she moved.
One shot through her forehead was all it took. These monsters were highly decayed, falling apart at the shot. They were weaker than any of the ones Craig had encountered…
Almost immediately after the bullet was shot, a massive tentacle burst out of a nearby shelf, slicing through Craig's thigh and wrapping around his leg.
"Aargh! What the fuck is this?" He screamed as he collapsed to the ground as was dragged helplessly towards the metallic shelf. Craig vigorously pulled on the wet tentacle, attempting to tear it off him but it wouldn't budge. Within a second he slammed into the shelf, getting his first glimpse of the monster that attacked him
He could see it through the shelf, bits and pieces of it at least. It was massive; just like a large blob or something…he could see the vicious teeth and mangled eyes it had, looking straight at him with cat-like vision. From nearly every inch of its obese body sprung a purplish tentacle, waving wildly through the air. It screamed, releasing a green slime that covered the shelf that Craig was held against. It was trying to pull him through, to get him in its blood stained mouth and devour him. But Craig wasn't about to let it do it…
Withstanding the extreme pain in his leg, Craig fumbled for the rifle and began firing through she openings in the shelf. The creature screamed again and again as it swallowed lead, ripping through its cerebrum and severing a few of the tentacles of its body. Craig pointed the gun at the arm holding him to the monster and opened fire. With a few shots the tentacle withdrew, letting him free. He stumbled to his feet but collapsed again from the extreme pain in his leg. He could barely walk…
"Aargh…" Craig moaned as he dragged himself through the tangled mess of the dead, praying that they wouldn't wake before he was gone. He could hear the monster dragging itself around the maze of desks and shelves and lab stations, pushing itself towards its next meal, "fuck…what the hell will they think of next…" he gasped.
Craig stumbled to his feet, limping towards the elevator at a quicker speed. He slammed his hand against the call button and watched as the elevator slowly came back to the basement. But it wasn't coming fast enough…
"Heeerraahhahghgh!"
The monster was less than a hundred feet away, waving its tentacles around in the air, calling for its next feeding. It slithered towards Craig at an increasing speed. All he could do was pray that the elevator reached him in time…