Cora recovered quickly enough. She was in the middle of the
headquarters of a pharmeceutical company, after all, so an entire host of
medical equipment was on her beck and call, 24/7.
She recieved a card from Best once, with a picture of a large teddy bear on the front and 'You're My Beary Best Friend on it!"On the inside was a long, pitiful note.
Cora scanned through the note, picking up phrases like friends or Team Biohazard are quite self-asorbed, don't you think? or Anger is such an ugly thing, or I hope that you can reach deep inside your heart and forgive me, or even you are a beautiful young woman with a bright future, no doubt.
Cora tore the thing in half, then in quarters, then dropped it without ceremony into the nearby garbage pail.
Before long, Cora was striding about as usual. Scythe strictly forbade her from coming on missions with B.O.W.s or hostile forces. So Cora would spend her days, lounging about or yawning or playing cards with Salven or going out with Hulio.
Those dates really were pleasent. Cora finally mustered enough courage to wear that blue dress that showed too much.
"You look great." Hulio said, impressed.
"As do you." Cora said, patting the jet black collar of his jacket, with a small red and white Umbrella stiched above the right breast pocket. Below that was a nice whit dress shirt, and black jeans.
"I just threw this together." Hulio shrugged. "Look, Cora, can we go somewhere private? Somewhere where we can ... talk?"
"Of course." Cora tilted her head. Her hair - which she had done into multiple braids - falling over her shoulder. Hulio caught her wrist gently, pulling her outside. Then he had glanced around.
"I know you aren't happy with Umbrella."
"No." Cora said softly. "I'm not." Her father, Amelia, Mother, herself. All casualties in their seperate ways.
"I know a way out. Your mother and your sister are happy here, they can stay. But you ... you can come with me."
Cora gave a brisk nod. Hulio, as if by magic, reverted back to his easy-going self, and they proceeded to have quite a night out. They had spaghetti and meatballs at a local resturant (Hulio wasn't too happy with Cora adding tabasco, but he managed to drink enough milk to drown out the fire). They went to a small club and danced the night away.
By the time they came back to Umbrella, Cora hadn't forgotten about Hulio's idea, per se, but it was pushed to the side of her mind. Plus, she had downed quite a bit of alcohol. Hulio had to support a giggling Cora into Umbrella Headquarters.
"Have a good time, Cora?" Hulio grinned.
"Yeah." Cora gave a lopslided grin. "I had a spanktacular time." She gave another giggle.
"You better hope that Scythe doesn't give you a mission tomorrow." Hulio sighed.
"And why's that?" Cora said.
"Because you are wasted. C'mon, let's get you to bed." Hulio pratically dragged her down the hall.
"I'm not tired."
"Oh, you'll be wanting to stay in bed all morning." Hulio laughed.
Cora didn't protest any further as Hulio had to assist her into bed. He grinned.
"I've never had a girlfriend before who could drink me under the table." Hulio said.
"Well then , you haven't lived." Cora slurred. She was very slowly falling asleep. Hulio flicked the lights off, and left.
Hulio grinned as he walked down the hall. She really was something, something more important than his job at Umbrella. He wasn't lying when he promised to find a way to bring her away from her USF team, away from this life which he knew she hated inside.
"I won't fail you, Cora."Hulio promised softly. He continued down the hall, when his progress was blocked by two men. One, despite wearing a suit, held his Browning with ease. The other was dressed in full UBSC attire.
"Hey, Mr. White." Hulio said. "Hello, Best. You need me to fly you out?"
"No. We need you for other reasons."
"And what would that be?" Hulio asked politely. White nodded at Best, and there was suddenly a sharp pain in Hulio's head as Best's gun came crashing down. Everything went black.
When James Anthony Hulio awoke, there was a sharp pressure on his stomach, wrists, and ankles.
"What?" he asked groggily. He tried to sit up.
"Alright, a direct infection of T-Virus."White's voice drifted to Hulio's ears.
"No! No!" Hulio shouted. Best peered at Hulio.
"Sorry, mate." he said apologetically. "It's direct orders."
"No! You can't do this to me! What have I done to you?" Hulio said.
"T-Virus is abou to applied to subject." a calm, female voice said. Hulio gasped as he felt something pierce his right arm.
"No! No!" he howled.
"It won't take long for you to become a zombie." Best said calmly. "So I had better step back so you don't - "the rest of the sentence was cut of by Hulio's howls.
"Get back, Best!" ordered White. "Scientists. Stage an outbreak. I want Cora Marie Merandez to be the one to neutralize the zombie."
She recieved a card from Best once, with a picture of a large teddy bear on the front and 'You're My Beary Best Friend on it!"On the inside was a long, pitiful note.
Cora scanned through the note, picking up phrases like friends or Team Biohazard are quite self-asorbed, don't you think? or Anger is such an ugly thing, or I hope that you can reach deep inside your heart and forgive me, or even you are a beautiful young woman with a bright future, no doubt.
Cora tore the thing in half, then in quarters, then dropped it without ceremony into the nearby garbage pail.
Before long, Cora was striding about as usual. Scythe strictly forbade her from coming on missions with B.O.W.s or hostile forces. So Cora would spend her days, lounging about or yawning or playing cards with Salven or going out with Hulio.
Those dates really were pleasent. Cora finally mustered enough courage to wear that blue dress that showed too much.
"You look great." Hulio said, impressed.
"As do you." Cora said, patting the jet black collar of his jacket, with a small red and white Umbrella stiched above the right breast pocket. Below that was a nice whit dress shirt, and black jeans.
"I just threw this together." Hulio shrugged. "Look, Cora, can we go somewhere private? Somewhere where we can ... talk?"
"Of course." Cora tilted her head. Her hair - which she had done into multiple braids - falling over her shoulder. Hulio caught her wrist gently, pulling her outside. Then he had glanced around.
"I know you aren't happy with Umbrella."
"No." Cora said softly. "I'm not." Her father, Amelia, Mother, herself. All casualties in their seperate ways.
"I know a way out. Your mother and your sister are happy here, they can stay. But you ... you can come with me."
Cora gave a brisk nod. Hulio, as if by magic, reverted back to his easy-going self, and they proceeded to have quite a night out. They had spaghetti and meatballs at a local resturant (Hulio wasn't too happy with Cora adding tabasco, but he managed to drink enough milk to drown out the fire). They went to a small club and danced the night away.
By the time they came back to Umbrella, Cora hadn't forgotten about Hulio's idea, per se, but it was pushed to the side of her mind. Plus, she had downed quite a bit of alcohol. Hulio had to support a giggling Cora into Umbrella Headquarters.
"Have a good time, Cora?" Hulio grinned.
"Yeah." Cora gave a lopslided grin. "I had a spanktacular time." She gave another giggle.
"You better hope that Scythe doesn't give you a mission tomorrow." Hulio sighed.
"And why's that?" Cora said.
"Because you are wasted. C'mon, let's get you to bed." Hulio pratically dragged her down the hall.
"I'm not tired."
"Oh, you'll be wanting to stay in bed all morning." Hulio laughed.
Cora didn't protest any further as Hulio had to assist her into bed. He grinned.
"I've never had a girlfriend before who could drink me under the table." Hulio said.
"Well then , you haven't lived." Cora slurred. She was very slowly falling asleep. Hulio flicked the lights off, and left.
Hulio grinned as he walked down the hall. She really was something, something more important than his job at Umbrella. He wasn't lying when he promised to find a way to bring her away from her USF team, away from this life which he knew she hated inside.
"I won't fail you, Cora."Hulio promised softly. He continued down the hall, when his progress was blocked by two men. One, despite wearing a suit, held his Browning with ease. The other was dressed in full UBSC attire.
"Hey, Mr. White." Hulio said. "Hello, Best. You need me to fly you out?"
"No. We need you for other reasons."
"And what would that be?" Hulio asked politely. White nodded at Best, and there was suddenly a sharp pain in Hulio's head as Best's gun came crashing down. Everything went black.
When James Anthony Hulio awoke, there was a sharp pressure on his stomach, wrists, and ankles.
"What?" he asked groggily. He tried to sit up.
"Alright, a direct infection of T-Virus."White's voice drifted to Hulio's ears.
"No! No!" Hulio shouted. Best peered at Hulio.
"Sorry, mate." he said apologetically. "It's direct orders."
"No! You can't do this to me! What have I done to you?" Hulio said.
"T-Virus is abou to applied to subject." a calm, female voice said. Hulio gasped as he felt something pierce his right arm.
"No! No!" he howled.
"It won't take long for you to become a zombie." Best said calmly. "So I had better step back so you don't - "the rest of the sentence was cut of by Hulio's howls.
"Get back, Best!" ordered White. "Scientists. Stage an outbreak. I want Cora Marie Merandez to be the one to neutralize the zombie."
