Chapter 2
Batman reached the Branch and hopped out of his
Batmobile. Running into the branch, he looked around at the death and chaos.
Now he was glad the Nightwing was coming to aid him. This man, or thing would
not be easy to take down, judging from what he had already done.
"Batman!" Nightwing called, jumping out of his
own mobile that Batman build for him. Codenames were strictly used once they
were on the job. Batman would have it no other way.
"Batman, I have found information on the Umbrella
Inc..." Oracle's crisp voice said into Batman's headset.
"Broadcast it on Nightwing's headset too. He's
here." Batman said, cutting Oracle off.
"Ok, give me a second" flicking a few switches,
her voice was heard in Nightwing's radio transmitter hidden in his mask.
"Glad to be working with you again, Nightwing."
"Pleasure's all mine." Nightwing replied,
smiling.
"Now's not the time, Nightwing." Batman said.
There was a little romance budding between the first Robin and Batgirl.
Sometimes it was more of a distraction than an asset.
"Batman, Nightwing. This is it. The man causing all
that chaos is probably Albert Wesker. He used to be the leader of a unit called
S.T.A.R.S. , a special forces unit of the Raccoon Police Department. After some
issues with some members of the group, he injected a virus into himself to fake
his death. The virus gave him superman abilities, such as superhuman strength
and speed. He is also skilled in guns and various martial arts."
Batman and Nightwing looked around the room for a sign of
where Wesker had gone. It didn't take long before they noticed a door in the
corner of the room. "Staff Only" it said. It was obvious enough where
Wesker had gone.
Batman tapped Nightwing on the shoulder, and nodded
towards the door. The man in the blue Zorro mask nodded back, and ran towards
the door to open it. Nightwing twisted the doorknob… locked. But that's of no
concern to Nightwing. Retrieving a wire from his utility belt, the door was soon
open, beckoning the heroes in. Nightwing and Batman wasted no time in running
quickly but silently down the stairway.
At the bottom of the stairway they found themselves in a
dimly lit corridor, the florescent lights flickering eerily overhead. Walking
slowly, the sound of their footsteps seemed to be amplified by the silence of
the office. Nightwing walked up to the first door on the right. "Holding
Room", the sign on the door said. Sounds could be heard from inside the
room. Groaning, like that of a dying man. Nightwing took out his wire again,
and picked the lock with ease. Turning the doorknob, Nightwing flung open the
door.
"ARGH!" Nightwing cried out in surprise, as
what used to be a man being grabbed his head, intent on making Nightwing its
supper. Grabbing the zombie's arm, Nightwing flung it against the opposite
wall. Batman tried to kick the door close, but it was too late. Half a dozen of
the creatures had already come out of the room, with about ten more of them walking
awkwardly towards them.
"What are these things?" Nightwing muttered, as
he tripped another of the zombies, causing it to fall on the floor with a
crack. He turned his head, to see the first zombie picking himself up. Its arm was
visibly broken, but its face showed no signs of pain.
"I don't know." Batman said, delivering a right
hook, knocking a zombie back. These creatures were slow, but they were not
reacting to the punches and kicks thrown at them. It was almost as if the pain
were of no consequence. They didn't seem human. "Oracle, any information
on zombie-like creatures from the Umbrella corporation?"
"I've dug up some information on them already."
the Oracle's voice said over both Nightwing's and Batman's headset. "These
creatures are the results of a T-virus, a failure in the Umbrella Inc's
research for a super soldier serum."
Batman flipped another zombie into a few of its friends,
knocking them back. It seemed that no matter what they did, the zombies would
just get up again. One was even coming after them while dragging a broken foot
along. Nothing they could do, short of killing the creatures, would knock them
out. Broken limbs, necks and ribs were not stopping them.
"Dammit! These creatures just won't go down!" Gripping
the decomposing hand of the zombie trying to grab him, Nightwing flung the
creature away in a masterfully executed Aikido counter. Withdrawing his two
escrima sticks, Nightwing started to hit the zombies rhythmically, pounding
them like a drummer. Yellow liquid poured from the wounds in the zombies where
Nightwing had struck.
"Gross." Nightwing said, doing a back thrust,
kicking away the zombie that had just grabbed him from behind in a bear hug.
The zombie had had its mouth wide open, its teeth inches away from sinking into
the flesh of Nightwing's neck.
"What's up with you people? Umbrella don't feed you enough?" Nightwing grumbled. The yellow 'blood' was smeared all over Nightwing's costume, much to the displeasure of the youth.
"Batman, Nightwing. I have more information on them.
There is no known cure for these zombies. Once they have been infected with the
T-virus, and enough time has passed for the virus to go through their entire
system, they are already dead. They are walking dead, Batman."
"We don't have a choice, Batman. You heard Oracle.
We have to kill them." Nightwing said, narrowly dodging an attempted bite
by another zombie. Batman nodded. He hated killing more than anything else. A
life was precious, and should never be taken by another. However, these creatures no longer had a
conscious mind, or a conscience. They needed to be exterminated like the pests
they were.
"Batgrenade!", Batman said, shooting his
grappling hook to the ceiling. Nightwing immediately followed suit. When both
were safely out of range, Batman withdrew a pellet from his belt and dropped it
on the clawing hoard.
BOOOM!
The resulting explosion rocked the lab, the fireball
created engulfing all on the office floor below. When the smoke cleared, Batman
and Nightwing dropped to the floor, landing gracefully. A smell of cooked meat
filled the air. Scattered haphazardly around the room were smoldering corpses
of zombies, some of them still twitching on the ground.
Clap Clap Clap
Spinning around, Batman and his young prodigy faced the
newcomer.
"Impressive… very impressive." The man said,
smiling.
Batman and Nightwing's eyes locked on to the man who had
just spoken. His blonde hair was neatly combed back, enhancing his facial
features. Wearing a pair of sunglasses and clad in black, the man was an
intimidating figure. To some women, he may even be considered attractive. The
uniform he wore looked like something a SWAT team member would wear, protecting
every part of his body except his well-toned arms.
"Wesker." Nightwing spat in anger and disgust.
