Dr.William Birkin
The static of the radio was barely enough to keep private Robert Harrigan awake, he had been stuck at his post for over an hour, listening to his squad mates being picked off one by one. There's no WAY I can be paid enough for this... he thought, yawning and looking at his Ingram MAC10 .45, standard issue to rear echelon personnel like himself. "Pfft..lot of good this thing will probably do...". A rustling noise caught his attention. "Shit....looks like I found a hostile.." he muttered. Standing up, Private Harrigan swept the tree line nearby with his weapon "OK...COME ON OUT...I KNOW YOU'RE....in there?". "DON'T....move..." came a low, cold voice from behind, "Drop the gun...turn around...". Harrigan shakily dropped his weapon and turned..to find himself staring directly into the grinning face of David Sunderland. "YOU! YOU'RE THAT KID MARKENSON WANTED US TO FIND...". "One in the same....and you're just another corpse..." David sneered, before blasting 7 rounds into the stunned private from his dual pistols. The last image private Harrigan ever saw was David standing over his dying form, laughing a cruel and malicious laugh...
"OOOH! What do we have HERE!" said David, as he picked up the mac 10 and 3 clips for it with all the enthusiasm of an 8 yr old at Christmas. Tucking the browning hi power and the Beretta into the pockets of his jacket, David quietly edged back into the forest, ignoring the cries for the deceased to report in over the radio....
Alexandra's eyes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the darkness. "Uhh....huh? Where...where the hell am I!" she cried, struggling to stand, when she realized she had been thoroughly secured to the chair. "Ah....good...you've woken up" came a soft, calm voice from the shadows. "WHO ARE YOU...WHAT DO YOU WANT.." yelled Alex, the fear welling up in her light brown eyes. "No reason to be afraid..I'm a friend...My name is Brian Markenson, I'm the director of security for this...ah...little experiment were running. And I'm very glad to see you miss temple, you see...you're quite close to one of our operatives, I believe you know him...David Sunderland...". Alexandra was stunned into silence, "Y-you..you mean he's...". "Working for us?", another voice cut her off, Piers walked into the light "Damn straight he is...or..should I say...WAS...you see...he's apparently gone rogue on us and we don't like it when that happens...". "No...can't be true...David would never work for people like you.." cried Alex. Mocking laughter filled the room from piers, "OH THAT IS FUNNY...THIS IS SO TOUCHING ITS MAKING ME PHYSICALLY ILL!!!! Yes...it is true...you know VERY little about him...". "Piers, calm down, we don't need your theatrical responses to everything.." Markenson said, turning to Alexandra. "What we need you for...is a...er....motivation if you will for David to return to us...we just want to finalize some matters with him you see...traitors are not a liability we enjoy being burdened with you know...". "Finalize? You've got that one right...you see...he's scheduled for termination...of the most severe and abrupt kind if you understand my meaning" chuckled Piers, having immense fun at watching her squirm and protest to the truth. Dropping a file in front of her, Markenson and piers turned to leave. "Its been a rough night miss temple...you may want to read that file..it will answer many questions you have about the Sunderland problem as we have begun to call it, don't worry..we'll be back to continue this discussion in due time...". "This nightmares just beginning for you....try not to cry too loudly..." laughed Piers, as the soldier guarding the door let him out
Alexandra's began to sob profoundly, her tears falling onto the picture of David contained in the file, the minute her eyes fell upon the line "Operative considered security threat level omega 3, terminate immediately" she could no longer stand it and sadly closed her eyes. "David....why.." was all she could say as her cries echoed off of the cold stone walls of the interrogation cell...
Infinity-X
"This isn't true, it can't be..."
said Alexandra quietly, and in a shaky voice. She slowly reached down and picked up the file. She had no clue that Piers and Markenson were watching her every move. Alex opened up the file and started to read it.
"David Sunderland, blah, blah, blah.....In training?...Oh My God....."
She couldn't believe what she had read, she wouldn't believe what she read. Alex continued to read the file. David never seemed like that though, she didn't get it one bit. She put her head down for a minute. Markenson and Piers then walked back into the room. Alex threw the file on the ground in front of her and crossed her arms.
"Well, it looks like you actually read it,"
said Markenson slowly walking towards her. Piers was laughing quietly.
"Get away from me,"
said Alex, she stared at Markenson for a minute then just looked towards the wall.
"I don't think you understand, we have plans for you...."
Markenson said. He had an evil grin on his face. Alex looked back at him. She decided to speak up again,
"And what if I don't want to be a part of these plans to get David?"
"Hahaha.....oh, you'll be a part of these plans."
said Markenson. He walked over to Piers who was still laughing at Alex's attitude.
"Oh really, what are you going to do, try and brainwash me or something?!?!"
said Alex as she burst out laughing. Piers than gave her a psycho like look. She quickly stopped laughing. Alex knew something was going on, and it seems she would some how be of help.
Claire Redfield
Winsor opened her mouth to say something anything-
-and closed it shaking her head and stepping away from him. Her hand gliding off his face.
He's like me. Always alone. Even when he was in a group of people he was empty.
She wished she could say something, but she didn't know what to say. She had never met someone that was like her. She had never been in this sort of situation before.
"Listen, I'm sorry again," Nathan said. He probably knew that he made her nervous.
"I'm sorry too. I hate wasting time," Winsor said without thinking. The words just slipped out quickly and sounded incredibly harsh. She readied herself for a blow, remembering that he said that he would probably kill her if she said anything smart back at him.
Nathan shrugged his shoulders and rubbed his eyes. "You don't give up do you? Must you always have something to say that is heartless?"
"I'm not heart-," she was interrupted by a burst of gunfire. It came from behind them. Both turned and started to run back. The cool fall air hit their bodies as they ran, guns ready.
There was a corpse on the ground. It was recent and wasn't there before when they walked through the area.
Nathan bent down, looking at the mess. "It's one of Piers' goons."
Winsor looked around and seen no movement. Whoever shot the man was gone now.
"So what do we-," she said slowly and was interrupted by a glance that Nathan made. He was looking behind her.
"Ssh," he whispered. "I seen something move."
Winsor turned her head to look back.
Something that looked human moved by a bridge. It moved faster than a zombie. Maybe it was another human or David or Alex. Or the shooters or whoever shot the man.
Nathan stood up and walked forward. "Come on," he whispered.
Winsor followed. A few dim streetlamps lit the path to the bridge. The bridge looked old and was made out of wood. A large lake surrounded the area with only the bridge to cross over to the other side. The figure was somewhere around there.
They stepped on the bridge. Small creaking noises came from underfoot. The looked around. The figure was gone...or maybe hiding underneath the bridge.
But that wouldn't make sense. The lake is deep. Why would anyone go into the water?
They stopped walking at the middle of the bridge. Nathan looked down at the water, is reflection only looking back at him. Winsor let out a sigh.
"Listen Nath," she began,"I'm sorry about your family. My family is dead too...maybe."
"Maybe?" Nathan asked. He looked back at her as he rested his hands on the wooden railings. They started to bend under the weight and he slowly moved his arms back to his side.
"I was abandoned when I was born. Never knew my parents so they're dead to me," she said softly. She thought the words would hurt her, but it actually made her feel better. Talking to someone does help. "I probably killed them emotionally. They obviously didn't want me."
"Looks like we're almost the same," he said softly as well. "Although I can't imagine who wouldn't want you."
Winsor fought the growing blush rising and turned her head to the bridge's planks under her. Nathan looked out from the railings, scanning across the lake. A pale moon was in the sky. A distant moan was heard in the distance proving that there were still some zombies around.
Winsor took a step toward Nathan, readying herself to ask him something personal-
-when the blue claw clamped onto the opposite side of the railing. A creature jumped out from the water and dove at Nathan, who was at the moment turning around to see what as behind them.
It was big and resembled the hunters except its mouth was enormous. Capable of swallowing prey whole.
"NATHAN!" Winsor screamed and pushed him out of its way, shoving him to the floor. She tried to fall with him-
-and was slammed by the hunter, throwing her into the railing. A sickening cracking noise came and the railing gave away. She fell with the hunter into the lake. A cold rush of water slapped her body as she kicked the hunter away.
She felt something break by her foot, hoping that she hurt the hunter somehow or that it got hurt from something. Her lungs started to pound as she tried to swim back to the surface, but something was wrong. She couldn't move. The hunter was gone or somewhere readying to attack her or Nathan so it wasn't the hunter holding her down. She kicked her legs and felt something on her leg. She was tangled in something. She was going to drown...
Nathan, I'm so sorry....,it was the last thought she had before she felt tired.
She felt a nearby splash by her. It was a large one. It was either the hunter or Nathan...Hopefully Nathan.