Dr.William Birkin
David walked towards the only door in the tunnel, knowing it had to be where that madman Piers was. "That antigen...had damned well better be in there...". David walked to the door and noticed luckily it wasn't keycard locked, Aiming the saa at the lock, he fired twice, blasting it off. He pushed the door open and stepped into the dimly lit lab. A lone figure stood by the opposite door of the room, glaring intently into the security monitors. "Okay Piers, I'll be very very quick about this...I know you have an antigen..and I want it." Piers turned, and looked surprised "Who the hell are you? No...wait..don't tell me..it doesn't matter..hm..antigen, yes I believe I can help you out with that" Piers said, turning slowly to the table. "Finally...some luck..." thought David, but his luck was soon to run out. Piers turned quickly pulling a Beretta m9 from the desk, he fired twice, one shot hitting him in the left shoulder, the other narrowly missing his head. David fell to the floor, the pain from the gunshot wound knocking him back into the wall. "That was your final mistake..you thought you could save the infected? There's no chance..the virus will claim her as it claimed the others" laughed Piers, turning back to watch the experiment. David reached for his revolver, but could barely move, the last conscious thought in his mind before he fell unconscious was how he had failed, and now it was likely all going to end very soon.
Winsor, Ryan, Alex, and John began to slowly walk down the tunnel, when the sound of 2 gunshots reverberated through the hallway, followed by a sharp cry of pain. "Now what," muttered John.
Carlos Oliveira
Nathan lifted his rifle and aimed towards the sound, Jarred stepping in front of Vanessa they took aim and waited. When the first creature came around the corner Vanessa thought she was seeing things. It looked like an insect but larger. All black and shiny with multiple limbs. Nathan pulled back on the trigger and opened fire. The rounds tearing into the flesh of the beast. Jarred heard another coming from another hallway. He turned and saw it a moment before he too opened fire blasting the creature back.
"Quick! Get up the stairs!!" yelled Nathan over the gunfire.
"Go! I'll cover you guys!"
"I'm not letting you have all the fun!" Jarred yelled back.
"GO! NOW!! Get Vanessa up those stairs man,....There's too many to fight like this....we'll run dry of ammo before we kill them all!!" screamed Nath as another wave came forward.
Nathan and Jarred were mowing them down as they came but there were too many of them. Jarred grabbed Vanessa's arm and started leading her towards the stairs as he returned fire.
"Come on Nath!" he yelled.
"Go! I'll be right behind you!" Nath responded.
He flicked on the flame and opened up a gout of fire across the room lighting the creature up in a funnel of flame. The creature howled in pain as Nathan stepped backwards to the stairs letting loose another hail of bullets when he suddenly went dry!
"Shit!" said Nathan to himself as he started reloading.
"Come on Nath!! Their coming!!" screamed Vanessa as she watched the creatures continue rushing Nath.
Nathan turned and ran up the stairs but was cut off when a creature fell from the roof and landed between him and the others. Nathan fell backwards narrowly avoiding a brutal swipe from the creature's claws as it tore after him. Nathan slid down the steps on his back lifting the rifle trying to get a clear shot. The creature lunged but was propelled over him as a blast sounded from above. Looking up he saw Jarred firing at the creature pushing it over Nathan and below into the others.
"GET UP Nathan!" screamed Jarred as he continued firing.
Vanessa rushed past Jarred screaming back to him,.."Hold them off! I'll help Nathan!"
"What!?! No come back Vanessa!!" Jarred yelled but she was already moving down.
She reached down and grabbed Nathan's extended hand and helped pull him to his feet. Turning they both ran as they could feel the creatures bearing down on them. Jarred's weapon clicked empty and he spun around as Nathan and Vanessa reached him. Together they ran for the nearest door and Jarred slammed his shoulder into it as he turned the knob. The door flung open as he fell inside. Vanessa right behind and Nathan after her. Nathan turned and fired another gout of flame engulfing the creatures as he kicked the door closed with his foot. Releasing his weapon letting it hang from the shoulder strap, he drove the deadbolt home locking the door. Panting he turned an slid down the door catching his breath.
"Remind me never to do that again ok?" he said to them.
Jarred shot him a friendly glare and responded, "Oh., don't you worry about that. The next time you try that I'll drag you away myself."
Laughing slightly they sat catching their breath and studying the room they had entered.
"Seems like a Visual/Audio room." Vanessa said noticing the electrical equipment inside.
"Well we should take a look around and see what more we can find out." said Nathan as he lit a smoke and inhaled deeply.
"Ok I'll check the shelves." Vanessa suggested.
"I got the desk." replied Jarred.
"I'll see if those slid machines have anything useful about our friends outside. " said Nathan.
Vanessa noticed for the first time the blood covering Nathan's shoulder.
"Your bleeding Nath!" she said slightly frightened.
"What?! Oh this?" he answered as he tenderly probed the bullet wound he received earlier.
"First we should get that cleaned up and bandaged better." said Jarred as he found an old lab coat and ripped it into little strips. He knelt and inspected the wound.
Nathan stood as Jarred finished closing the wound and stopping the bleeding as Vanessa checked the shelves. Jarred stood and walked to the desk searching it thoroughly. Nathan walked to the slide and began inspecting them. His mind was on his father again.
(What did you find out here dad?) he thought as he pawed through the slides.
Shadow
*Ryan, Winsor, Alex and John stood looking back in the tunnel in the direction the shots came from*
Alex: David!...We have to go back for him...!
Winsor: Why? He's probably already dead anyway.
Ignoring Winsor's comment Ryan and Alex started off the way they had come. Before Ryan could get very far John grabbed his arm.
John: If we backtrack now, we might not make to the hospital before...you know.
Ryan: Yeah, but we can't just leave him...plus look at Alex, do you really think she'd leave without him anyway?
John: Yeah I know, but didn't he...scare you just before? Don't get me wrong, I want to go back for him as much as you do. I can't believe I'm saying this, but Winsor does have a point...sorta. And if we go back, there'll be less of a chance to find an antidote for Alex.
John and Ryan looked back at Alex, who was already further down the tunnel.
Ryan: Look, it wont take long, besides I don't think Alex would come with us if we tied her up and dragged her.
Ryan turned around and caught up t Alex while Winsor and John stood behind.
Winsor: Couldn't we just pretend we didn't hear it and keep going?
Ryan: Are you coming or not John?
Looking up John said, "Couldn't you just have killed me?"
John: *sigh* C'mon Winsor...
Winsor gave john a dirty look and followed the group, staying behind from them, as usual. Further down the tunnel the group heard a small "shatter" sound and some creepy laughing. "That didn't sound like David.", said Ryan. The group started moving faster, going from a slow jog to a run. They saw a door off in the distance, but before they could reach it a large earthquake like rumble was heard coming from a not-so-distant place. The team stopped and looked at each other, except for Winsor who stared at the wall.
Alex: You guys feel that, right?
Winsor: *sarcastically* What the tunnel rumbling? Nope, I don't feel a thing.
The rumbling got worse, as small pieces of the ceiling started plopping down. John looked down at his shotgun.
John: ((2 rounds left...that won't do much against whatever causing this...))
Ryan: Gravedigger...
Remembering what David had said, the groups eyes widened and they all moved closer together, even Winsor gave a quick glance to the group.
The rumbling gradually went away, until it fell silent again. Relieved the group proceeded to the door. Ryan quickly swung around into the doorway, assault riffle ready to blast anything undead. "All clear" said Ryan. The rest of the group walked in, all noticing the large puddle of blood in front of them. John noticed a gun was lying on the floor beside the blood. He looked around and picked it up, clipping his shotgun to his side. They all followed the blood trail, leading to a wall of monitors. On the ground lay broken vile with green liquid spilled around it. John examined the glass and made out "V--us -nti-g-n"
John: ...So that's why he went back..
Winsor: Wonder what happened...not that I care or anything...
They continued to follow the blood trail until they came to a door. A cardkey reader was to the right of the door. Ryan connected the two cards and slid it down the reader. The door opened, and an alarm sounded off for about 5 seconds.
Alex: What was that about?
They all casually entered the door. The door slammed shut behind them...
Claire Redfield
The door closed shut behind them, making a sound that echoed through the tunnels.
John turned his head back to the door and went for the knob and pulled with both hands.
"Shit! It's locked," he said. He looked back at them.
Alex shook her head in denial. "It can't be. You're just not pulling hard enough." She walked to the door and pulled the knob. The door refused to open.
Ryan and Winsor looked forward. It was another tunnel, except this one had bare light bulbs hanging from the ceiling; each about six feet away from each other. The light shone weakly from each bulb.
"David went through here...maybe," Ryan whispered.
"Yeah and maybe he's dead too," Winsor muttered. "We shouldn't have followed him. No, wait. I take that back. We shouldn't have followed you."
Ryan glared at her and started to walk down the tunnel. Alex and John looked up and seen Ryan. Alex ran past Winsor and walked behind Ryan. John walked up to Winsor. Winsor stood there, just staring as Ryan and Alex started to walk farther away.
"Come on. Once again Ryan is the leader," John said and rolled his eyes.
Winsor continued to frown. "I may not be a leader, but I'm not a follower either." She ran past John and caught up with the others.
John ran next to her. "I thought you weren't a follower."
"I'm not. I'm just there; to point and ridicule a person's attempt to save others," she said.
John shook his head and Winsor ignored the fact that these people were trying to get out of here alive as well. She wasn't the kind of person who cared about sports, activities, or anything that included her helping someone or anything. No one had ever helped her with anything, without wanting something in return. She hated to be in debt to another person for something stupid, even if it was her life that was saved.
The tunnel started to shake, as if an earthquake was starting. Dust and dirt fell from cracks from the walls and ceiling. They covered their heads instinctively for falling pieces of rock.
The tremors stopped.
"Gravedigger, right," Alex said. She scratched at her arm and Winsor saw that it was irritated and that pieces of skin was coming off. It looked painful, but it wasn't bleeding.
Winsor went in her back pack and started to dig, looking for something soft and big.
"David said that they were big and that they were like worms," Ryan said.
While Alex scratched her arm, Winsor found a black bandanna in her book bag.
"So they might be in the tunnels," John said, "but it could also be something else."
Winsor walked to Alex, who was still scratching her arm. "Stop scratching it." She took the bandana and wrapped it around her arm. "Ignore the urge to scratch. If you have to, put your finger on the spot that itches and stab your fingernail into the spot. It should temporarily stop the itch."
"I...thanks...I guess," Alex said.
"Why are they here though? How did they grow?" John asked.
Another tremor came and the sickening sound of stone breaking. The sound coming from behind them. A crack formed on the wall, slowly increasing in size. Something on the other side was hitting the wall.
"Oh-," Alex said and as interrupted when something broke through the wall. Time seemed to crawl went the gravedigger revealed itself. Its pale body bulged from its enormous size. It turned its head at them. Three mandibles opened revealing a swollen red mouth filled with small sharp teeth. It shrieked and Winsor knew that they wouldn't be able to kill it.
"Shit!" John yelled.
Without looking back at the creature, Winsor ran past them, leaving them alone with the new threat.
Jill Valentine
The concealed room full of endless towers of shelved documents, contained information about the pharmaceutical company, "Isis".
"Look at this guys," Vanessa read out aloud."Since 1987, "Isis" has been the largest Pharmaceutical organization in the United States. It's most famous scientific invention, filed as the "I-virus" is known to treat all diseases that cause any threat to the Human immune system. However, this has resulted in a significant range of side affects that include....."
Vanessa paused.
"That's it...someone has deleted the rest of this document."
Jarred and Nathan stood astonished at what they had just heard.
"Do you think the side affects...well...the result of taking the "I-virus" is zombies?"
Jarred asked, anxiously stumbling over the truth of his words.
"Yes," Nathan responded, his eyes facing down, looking as though he knew much more than they thought. "It's true. The I-virus is what has started the creation of zombies. My dad used to work for Isis...He told me everything..."
Jarred backed away from Nathan, a look of betrayal set of his long, sturdy face.
"What?! You knew this whole time and you didn't tell any of us?!" Jarred demanded. "Why didn't you tell us? We have wasted our time looking for answers, when you were the answer! We could be out of this shit hole by now!"
Vanessa placed her hands on Jarred's shoulders.
"Jarred, calm down..." her soft voice pleaded, as she felt tension fill his shoulders. Jarred breathed in deeply, watching Nathan's face grow pale from fear.
"I wanted to tell you guys," he suddenly announced. "But I didn't want to scare you off with my theories...I thought you wouldn't believe me...I thought..."
He grew silence, pulling himself up from his sitting position; an injured limp defining his strong, masculine stride.
"It's alright," Vanessa said, with sincerity evident in her response. "I understand what you are trying to say...let's just get out of here, okay?"
Jarred nodded, distantly turning away from the two, as though he didn't want to believe any of the things he heard; as though his reality was torn apart.
"Jarred?" Nathan asked. "I'm sorry..."
Jarred silently acknowledged his apology, as he slowly exited the room through the opposite door.
With Vanessa and Nathan following behind him, they noticed that they had ended up in a long dark hallway. There was a silent trickle of water heard echoing on the other side of the wall, and they all knew the sewerage was on the other side.
Walking along the dark hall, Jarred discovered a small opening that was barred by strong metal slabs. He peered through the opening, seeing the sewerage tunnel run through the other side. The barred opening was rather small, but he was sure that they could all fit through perfectly.
"Guys," he announced, as he signaled for the two to come over to where he sat."We can remove this metal bar, and hopefully make it through to the other side. What do you think?"
Vanessa's face beamed with excitement.
"Good idea." Nathan and Vanessa said, simultaneously.
As Vanessa stood back, Nathan and Jarred gathered all their strength, easily pulling of the metal slab that barricaded the hall from the sewerage.
"Yes!" Nathan cried at his and Jarred brilliant accomplishment. "Lets get out of here!"
Nathan narrowly pushed his head through the opening, realizing that it was going to be a tight squeeze; and the opening was too small for his muscular frame.
"Damn this fucker!" he cursed pulling his head out of the opening, dusting himself off as he stood up. "I can't fit through it!"
Jarred twitched nervously.
"Here let me try..."
He kneeled down, attempting to fit through the opening; without success.
"Man..."Nathan asked, furious that their only attempt to exit, failed."Vanessa can you try to go through it?"
Vanessa nodded, thinking to herself that it was obvious that she also couldn't fit.
"Okay.."
Positioning herself before the small gap in the wall, she easily slid through landing on sewerage water on the other side.
"Good," she heard Jarred and Nathan exclaim in excitement as she successfully slid through the opening.
"Vanessa, we are going to have to find another way out," Jarred said.
Vanessa had a furious look set upon her face.
"No..." she cried sliding her hand through the gap."Don't leave me!"
The warmth of Jarred's hand on Vanessa pale, cold arms, was reassuring.
"I promise you, we will meet you in about five minutes. We will try to make this gap bigger and fit through, ok?"
Vanessa felt like a small girl in a big, unknown world, as she stood helplessly, and scared in the darkness of the tunnel.
"Okay..."she replied."That's a promise."
"Here," Nathan suddenly said. "Take this 9mm for protection. And this clip too. You should be safe from any zombies or mutations. And if you encounter anything too big for your liking, run, got it?"
"Yes." she replied, accepting the weapon.
Hearing their footsteps leave the hallway, Vanessa's eyes examined the tunnel, as their unfamiliar gaze darted from the left to right sides of the tunnel. Gripping the 9mm close to her, she nervously began to set off down the tunnel; alone...