Carlos Oliveira

About halfway up the shoot Nathan stopped and pressed his back against the wall so he could rest his hands. He looked down and saw darkness. Knowing a fall like that would kill him, he pressed harder against the wall.

That's when he heard it. A voice from below. Is it a survivor? Or a soldier? he thought to himself. Neither. I locked both doors and only the principle has a key besides the janitor. Again he began climbing up. After a short while he reached the second floor and began trying to force the hatch open. Nothing. He hit it with the butt of the gun. Nothing. Harder still and he felt it give a little. Suddenly the hatch was ripped off the shoot and a grotesque figure stood there grinning with it's lipless face right at Nath.

"OH! FUCK!!" he shouted as he aimed the assault rifle only to have it torn from his hands by the creature.

(Shit!! The Weightlifter!) he thought and immediately grabbed the 9 and opened fire on the thing's face. Small holes peppered it's right eye as it raised it's huge fist. That was all Nathan needed to see, he released his legs and plummeted down. He heard the loud tear of metal from above and thought that dying this way would hurt a lot less. He tried to slow himself down and found that it was easier then he thought and suddenly he crashed on-top of something. He rolled to the side and smacked painfully into the wall. Moaning he rubbed his shoulder. (Probably dislocated it. Fuck! So much for state champion this year.) he thought. He stood up and walked to the wall and reset it. The pain took his breath away when he smacked it into the wall. He fell to the ground and moaned fighting against the tears that were biting at his eyes. After a moment he stood and looked around seeing what broke his fall. It was a frog. At least that's what his first thought was but after closer inspection he saw that it was a HUGE frog with a beady little eyes and one hell of a long tongue hanging from it's mouth. It was dead from him landing one it but it was still a scary sight. He looked for the soldier's body and couldn't find it. The door to the room was torn open, probably from his friend upstairs. With that in mind he decided to get the hell outta here and get somewhere more open, where he could see it coming and at least try to outrun it if he could.

Nathan took off through the doors and stopped dead in his tracks. In front of him were the 5 monkeys he had seen earlier, all dead and torn to pieces. Without another glance he took off again and ascended the steps and took off for the gym. There was a panel that lead to the roof, if he could climb the ropes and scale the support beams he could get into the top floor from there and get into the electricity lab. There was a radio there and if he could get to it maybe he could get some help.

Nathan burst through the gym doors and saw about 50 of the infected walking around, the sight disgusted him but he didn't falter. He ran for the ropes and unhooked them. Grabbing one he started running as the ropes slid along their tracks. He took out a few carriers that got to close and positioned the rope underneath the panel. He holstered the 9 and jumped a bit and caught hold of the rope, his right shoulder aching almost giving out. He wrapped his leg around the rope and put his other foot underneath taking the pressure off his shoulder. Slowly, hand over hand he ascended and eventually made it to the top. He climbed onto the support beam and walked across to the panel and opened it up,.....he was on the roof!

After what seemed like an eternity of searching, he found the airshaft that lead into the electricity room and pulled it open, crawling inside and into the room. He scaled the upper floor and dropped down onto the model house that they worked on. It was really a full-scale house, but with no drywall or carpets or anything! Just lots of wires and switches. Nathan walked down the stairs and towards his desk. On top sat a small radio he had put together himself for some extra credit. He flicked the switch and tuned in to the frequency of the school intercom. He could hear the static coming over the intercom in his room and hoped it was doing the same everywhere else. He began talking real fast and clear.

"Hello? This is Nathan Law. If anyone is alive please meet me in the electricity room on the third floor, room 101. Again I repeat this is Nathan Law. Too any survivors please come to room 101, third floor. I have an escape route and have secured it. Please hurry. And to any students here, not everyone in this building is to be trusted, repeat not everyone here is to be trusted! Over" listening, all he heard was static. All he could do was wait. If anyone heard him he hoped they would get Ryan. Ryan!?! Shit he had forgot to mention that to anyone. What if they walked right by and left him there. Nathan flicked on the radio again and heard the pop and then the hissing sound.

"Piece of shit shortin' out on me now. What is this some kind of joke!!" he cursed at it.

Nath scaled the building of the house and pulled a board up across it and waited in the dark. If anyone came in he would have a clear view of them and also a perfect snipers roost if he hadn't lost his rifle. Oh well. Time to play the waiting game he thought and stared at the door hoping that whoever walked through was a friend, and brought a shitload of ammo.

Claire Redfield

Winsor stared at the others for a moment and then let out a sigh. Nemesis. A monster that was once human and Blair was somehow involved.

"So this Nemesis is after us. Why?" asked Vanessa.

Jarred and John shook their head and Paul shrugged. Vanessa looked at Winsor for her response. She closed her eyes and leaned against the basement wall.

"I am not sure, but since I am the only one speaking their opinion," she said with her usual sarcastic tone. "It is violent."

"What? That's it? Violent? Well, no shit Sherlock," Jarred snapped.

"Keep digging Watson," Winsor snapped back. "You didn't let me finish. Take away a man's ability to choose, and he will be lost and violent. Or programmed."

"So you're saying that maybe it's programmed and that it has to kill people," said John.

"No, it's ugly and needs comfort. Yes, that is what I am saying!" She opened her eyes and glared at John and then just shook her head. He had lost his friends and maybe now wasn't the time to be a wise ass.

Like I give a damn. They probably lost friends and family members. I'm the only one that has no one to care about. No guilt equals no responsibility for other's well being.

She had to fight the urge to smile. She loved to see others suffer in a way. It gave her a feeling that made her feel more comfortable. She always like to be mean and sarcastic, but even she knew when to shut her mouth.

"We can't fight these things off with just a gun and a shotgun. How's our ammo?," said Jarred.

"I got six more rounds," said John.

"I got 43 bullets in this useless piece of crap," Winsor said.

"How's it useless?" Vanessa asked. Winsor saw their was fear in her eyes and she knew that the others were afraid too.

"We ran into another monster. Different form the Nemesis. It was purple and hunched over ad had claws-"

"And resembled like a frog," Winsor interrupted.

"Wait, there is more than zombies and that thing out there," Paul said.

No one answered.

Hmm. Could the zombies be related to the Nemesis and Blair?

It didn't make sense, but it was something. If they ran into those things, they did have their weapons and if they ran out of ammo, the shotgun could be used like a bat. It was sticking out of her bookbag. Winsor touched her metal bat behind her, making sure it was still there.

"Ok, the question is where are we going now," asked Paul and Winsor couldn't help herself.

"How about the exit," she muttered.

Jarred glared at her. "Sam, do you ever quit? Do you have a conscience? You are not helpi-"

"Hello? This is Nathan Law. If anyone is alive please meet me in the electricity room on the third floor, room 101. Again I repeat this is Nathan Law. Too any survivors please come to room 101, third floor. I have an escape route and have secured it. Please hurry. And to any students here, not everyone in this building is to be trusted, repeat not everyone here is to be trusted! Over," said the intercom in the hall. The echo seemed to continue for a few more seconds, then finally died down.

"Alright. Time to get out of this hell hole!" said John.

Everyone started to move down the hall. Just a few weeks ago, Winsor had broken into the basement just to sit on the floor of the hallway to read if the library was full of the "in crowd".

And now look at the irony. I am with the "in crowd". It's official. I am in hell.

That was just one of the thoughts that was nagging her. Another was the thought about this Nathan Law who said not to trust anyone.

Winsor trailed behind the others, trying to keep her anyway isolated from the other people.

After leaving me to follow John, you guys better not fuck with me again. I don't need this shit about seeing to another person if they leave or if they are wounded.

Joker

Ryan could still see the faces of the people whose existence he had taken for granted as they were disemboweled, dismembered and devoured by the group of zombies, other people he had expected to be breathing, living and normal. The thought of people he knew being his murderer was starting to drive him insane.

As Ryan stared out at them, one of them stared back, stared deep into the pit of his soul and never broke eye contact until he could no longer see. He was dead, dead with an accusing stare pointing directly at Ryan.

"What could I do?", Ryan said to himself. "I would have only gotten killed too!" But, as the realization sank in that he did precisely nothing, the more guilty he felt.

The screams filling the air were unparalleled in their almost psychotic quality. From screams and gasps of fear to the agonized death throes, each of them stayed in Ryan's mind. The last one, hers in particular stayed with Ryan, the sound of her scream echoing in his mind.

Through all this, part of Ryan's mind detected something being said over the Public Address system, but he couldn't make out what it was...

Throwing himself into a bolt upright position from the bed, Ryan looked around, eyes dilated by the intense horror he witnessed in the dark recesses of his mind and the fear that, of those people, it could have been him.

The room was a very sterile one, not a speck of blood, entrails, corpses or any other similar things to be seen. Just him, a bed or two and someone he vaguely remembered as "Alex".

It was at that point the PA announcement he could hear as an undercurrent to the sounds of his dream became clearer.

"...and have secured it. Please hurry. And to any students here, not everyone in this building is to be trusted, repeat not everyone here is to be trusted! Over."

If Ryan felt he wasn't paranoid before, that was quite enough to make him so.

"Well, that's a pretty fucking rude awakening", Ryan muttered to himself.

He immediately felt guilty for having said it. The people he had watched being slaughtered wholesale would have wished for any awakening, no matter how rude. "If they were anything like how Mr. Rutherford turned out", Ryan thought to himself, "they'd have to be careful what they wished for. They just might get it."

Ryan gave a small laugh at his own off-beat sense of humor going on overdrive, trying to compensate for just how many personal demons Ryan would have to face. So far, his humor was putting up a good fight, but the demons were ultimately winning.

He caught himself thinking, "Why them? Why are they dead? More appropriately, why am I alive? How the hell am I so special that I survived?!?"

Ryan hadn't noticed Alex, sitting up in her bed, just watching him, perhaps trying to analyze just what sort of person he was by the thoughts he couldn't control, his subconscious.

"Fuck, I really am getting paranoid", Ryan thought to himself.

Out of nowhere, Alex said, "Why are you worried about how you survived? Just accept it."

Ryan, startled, turned to Alex. "Did I say that out aloud?", Ryan thought to himself. In his efforts to keep his own problems private, he never recalled a time when he had let something like that slip. Suddenly, his expression turned from that of a startled animal to a snarling beast.

"Wake up, Alex! My friends are dead! They're dead! They're all dead! Every last one of them! The very few people I was close to in this God forsaken place have just had their intestines used as party streamers along with a lot of other people I would never have wished this upon! Now, I can't just accept that, for some reason, I was supposed to live when the other 29 people around me died!"

If the idea of intestines being strung up like party streamers hadn't been such a scary reality, Alex might have laughed. As it was, she just stared at Ryan, shocked. Not even she had such a bleak outlook on the future.

While he had been venting his valedictions, Ryan spotted a security guard's belt hanging on one of the beds. Examining it, he could clearly see the Beretta 92F in its hip holster and pouches for two clips of ammo.

Quickly, Ryan went over to it and grabbed it. Taking out the Beretta, Ryan ejected the clip and checked it before reloading and priming the weapon with frightening efficiency.

Ryan's father had been training with the Gaines PD SWAT Team of which he was a member, so Ryan had been down to the range a few times with him. Enough so that he knew his way around a gun. But, no matter how proficient he got and no matter how responsible he was, his father always said "Youths and guns don't mix."

Ryan wondered how his dad would react if he found out about the armed security guards. Probably say, "Well, they're competent enough to handle their own weapons." "Pfft, right", Ryan thought. "So competent that they leave their gun in the infirmary after a physical..." . Ryan made a mental note to check which jackass had left their gun here instead of taking it. He didn't know whether to thank his stupidity or curse it.

"But this time, youths and guns would mix", Ryan thought to himself. Despite the fact this sort of crisis would be very different to going through a few "shooting house" practices, Ryan felt more adequately prepared than most. With that, he quickly fastened the belt around himself, adjusting the holster and pouches.

As Ryan walked toward the door, weapon in hand, the safety could be heard clicking off with a hollow echo.

Alex got up somewhat gingerly from the bed and asked, "Ryan, where do you think you're going?"

"I said if I didn't die when I encountered that hunter, I'd help mount a rescue for other survivors. I'm not asking you to come along if you don't want to. Don't ask me to go back on my word. There's been enough blood shed", Ryan explained.

"That's a bit hypocritical," Alex commented sarcastically as she walked towards Ryan. "What were you going to do just now?"

"Enough human blood shed", Ryan replied in an ominous tone.

"Now it's time to shed the blood of the wild animals..."

Infinity-X

Alex took out her handgun, and continued towards the door

"So you care about other people, well I guess you probably have friends......"

Alex said in a fairly harsh voice. Ryan spoke up

"Well yeah, I'm not just gonna leave all my friends, or anyone behind and let them die!"

Alex began to walk out the door,

"Sorry!.....at least you have friends"

Alex and Ryan walked out the door,

"So where's that room, or place we're supposed to go to again?"

Alex asked, trying to sound nice about it.

"Third floor, room 101, that was it, I think"

Ryan sounded a little not sure of himself. Alex rolled her eyes,

"You...think, really I wasn't aware that you thought much"

She began to laugh very hard.

"Sorry, I think that's it too."

They both began to walk down the hall, keeping an eye out for any survivors. The halls were trashed, with dead bodies, and everything else. Just then something fell off of a table in the hall, Ryan looked back.

"What's wrong, it's probably just some zombie knocking stuff around"

Then something came around the corner, something huge.

"OK! What the Fuck is that?!?!"

Said Alex quietly.

Ryan said kinda loudly,

"It's something big, I think is called a nemesis, and I think we should run!"

"No! Really!?!?!"Screamed Alex, sarcastically.

They ran down the hall as fast as they could, unfortunately Alex couldn't run too fast because her leg still hurt from that zombie bite.

"Nooo!"

Alex fell hard on the floor, and hit her head on a locker. She was instantly knocked out.

City of the Dead

"Shit" Ryan thought to himself. He had half a mind to turn and run, but he couldn't just let the Nemesis kill her, he battled with himself for a minute, before making his move. Ryan bravely tore off towards Alex.

Goddammit, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die

Ryan stopped and stood about nine feet away from the creature, his knees trembling. He aimed the Beretta towards the head of the beast and opened fire. The shots rang out instantly as the monster growled in pain and reached for it's disfigured face. Stumbling forward a bit, Ryan saw his opportunity. He took a deep breath and almost with an involuntary push, ran over to Alex, picking her up very quickly, he draped her arm around his shoulder and ran as fast as he could with her. He went down the hall, hoping to exit before the monster recovered...

Jarred, Sam, Paul, Vanessa, and John stood in the grand lobby of the school, trying to organize a new plan.

"Now we have a dilemma" Paul said. "We can meet up with that Nathan fellow, or we could head to the office and secure our way out of here"

"Well, Jarred needs medical attention, and that is on the way to the office" John said.

"How about we split up into two groups, one will head to the nurse's lounge and the other can meet up with Nathan, and then we can all meet up again in the lobby and discus our method of escape" Vanessa said.

"How about you all go meet up with Nathan, and I head to the nurse's lounge alone" Jarred said.

"Fine by me" Sam said out loud.

"No, your in no condition to head off by yourself" Paul said.

"What are you talking about? Its not that bad, I can still run, fire, and shoot, it just...hurts to" Jarred said.

"I'll go with you" Vanessa said.

"There's a shocker" Paul sarcastically said.

"The rest of you guys go find that Nathan fellow" Vanessa said.

"Will do" John said. "Sure you guys will be alright?"

"Yeah, we'll be fine" Jarred said. "Get going, call on the cell phone with any news"

"Alright, good luck guys" John said.

Sam, Paul, and John ran up the stairwell, and headed towards the elevator.

"Come on, lets get you all fixed up" Vanessa said walking to the office door.

"Vanessa?" Jarred called to her as she started to turn the door knob.

"What?" She said turning around.

"Um, I..." Jarred began to say. He wanted to tell her, tell her how he felt about her, but he had never done anything like that before, he wasn't exactly popular among the women and never really had a relationship before.

"What is it?" Vanessa asked.

"I think that..." Jarred began to say

SLAM!!

He was interrupted by the sudden slamming of a door. Jarred and Vanessa's gazed turned towards a person who was carrying an unconscious girl.

"Who are you?" Vanessa yelled, startling the person.

"Oh god, my name is Ryan Bartlett, this is Alex, she has been knocked unconscious, there's something here, its huge, I think its called Nemesis" Ryan yelled, his words all ran together.

"I'm Vanessa and this here is Jarred" She said, introducing herself as well as Jarred.

"Yeah, we've had to deal with him on several different occasions already...Wait a minute, how did you know what it is called?" Jarred asked.

"I saw a document that described several things called B. O. W. hidden inside a teacher's desk, something is going on here, I don't know what" Ryan said, still hysterical.

"Okay, we're going to head into the nurses' office and fix up Jarred, he was attacked by the nemesis" Vanessa said.

"Okay, but make it quick, that thing is nearby" Ryan said with a shaky voice. "Also, we need to check out Alex here, her leg seems to have been injured as well" Ryan said.

Jarred and Vanessa looked upon Alex's leg, and like a sudden jolt of lightning, disbelief and bewilderment fell across their faces, Alex had been bitten by a zombie. They had seen it a couple of days ago, someone gets bitten, they get sick, and then turn into one of them.

"Alright, lets get her to the office" Vanessa finally said, heading back towards the door.

Alex, I know her, she's one of those chicks that will wear shirts that say PUNK and think that she is a rebellious misfit, yeah, she was in one of my classes

Jarred remembered her clearly now, she had tried talking to him once before, but with him being resentful to most people, he didn't even respond.

And now she has the virus, or whatever it is that turns people into these mindless zombies

Jarred thought to himself as he stared down at the body of one of the zombies. He couldn't help but wonder about all the things that have been going on, Blair, Isis, Nemesis, ME3456, something didn't add up, but he didn't care anymore.

"Get it together Jarred" He whispered to himself.

He walked to the office door, looking forward to having the pains in his stomach and ribs taken care of...