Dr.William Birkin
David saw the three guards stunned slightly by the monstrous roar, and realized he had his chance. Dropping to one knee he aimed the Ingram and pulled the trigger, sweeping the almost uncontrollable machine pistol across the line of enemies, raking the three with automatic fire and laughing loudly as their bodies fell back onto the cold floor. "God...will they EVER start training these people to fight??!" he thought, walking past the slumped guards to interrogation room #3
The door opened slowly, Alexandra squinted through the darkness of the room to see who it was, instead she was able to hear what was happening. "HALT RIGHT THERE!" screamed the door guard. "No chance in hell you butcher..." replied a cold, calm voice, and gunfire echoed off the walls followed by a thud. "Who's there?" screamed Alex, shaking visibly as the unnamed gunman walked into the dimly illuminated cone caused by the single bulb. "Alex? Are you ok? It's me...David...". Alex looked at him confused "Who? You look familiar but....do...do I know you?" she said quietly. "Are you feeling ok?" David said, fear beginning to sound itself in his voice. He then noticed the open file and the syringe on the ground nearby. No.......no they didn't....oh dear god this can't be happening. Closing his eyes, David backed off shaking his head before the speaker began to sound. "Sunderland....I see you've encountered the remains of Dr. Piers' work...I objected myself, I wanted her to be programmed to attempt to kill you...much more ironic that way..but...I can only hope for so much..." Markenson's voice echoed throughout the empty hallway and the room. "Oh...little news flash to brighten your day before you're killed..those survivors you found? They are about to die as well..I'm sure you weren't to fond of them, god knows I wasn't...anyway, its been nice knowing you..the sweeper BOW will be along to end your existence any moment now." laughed Markenson, switching off the intercom. David slumped to the ground, head hung, he had been trapped, Alex now didn't even know who he was, and his certain death was heading for him...
Markenson laughed loudly, opening another communications line..this one patched through to the news station. "WELCOME TO MY LITTLE MAZE YOU INSIGNIFICANT CHILDREN!" screamed Markenson into the intercom, his eyes lighting up as he watched the shocked reactions over the blurred television screens, slightly regretting the signal transmitter had been damaged in the gunfight earlier that night. "You haven't met me yet..allow me to introduce myself...I am security director Brian Markenson..yes..the same Markenson whose been keeping a close eye on this town for some time now..if your wondering how the hell I have access to the intercom system...ask Sunderland..oh..wait..I forgot..HE'S DEAD!" more laughter sounded over the speakers "Him and that other one..the girl..Alexandra was it? Dead...and you'll be joining them soon. You think the nemesis was the only surprise I had in store for you? Wrong..there's yet another creature coming...once it finishes with your wayward friends..it's going to come for you..enjoy your last few hours of life..enjoy trying to warn the rest of the world..in the end it'll all be for nothing..I'm getting impatient with you people, and that's not good for ANY of you.." the intercom closed, Markenson's insane laughter echoing above the static marring the transmission, the halls of the studio went silent, as did the halls of the bomb shelter...
Jill Valentine
The room was dark and cold. Vanessa, Jarred and John wondered through the "director's room," in the hopes to find a camera. Jarred blindly ran his hands over the hard, pale, plaster walls; a small rectangular lump was felt, indicating the light switch for the darkened room. Flicking the switch downwards, the room was only fairly brightened by a dull rusty light bulb the swinging off the ceiling, making a faint metallic squeak in the silence of the room.
"Hrmmm,"John muttered cautiously eyeing the room. "I'm gonna go check that store room over there."
As John walked off towards the storage room, Vanessa looked over at the exit, noticing a small camera hanging off one of the small wooden shelves positioned by the exiting door.
"There's a camera!" Vanessa cried, sighing in relief as she paced over to get it. Gently picking up the small digital camera, that appeared to be moderately new, she dusted it off and peered through the lenses.
"I think it hasn't been used in a while, although it's a 2000 model.." she muttered.
"How do you know that?" Jarred asked, peering clueless back at her.
She smiled and brought the camera down from her face.
"I just do."
Jarred smiled back at her, his face beaming with happiness. He had never felt anything like this before, in his entire life, but he knew he liked it.
"Let's go see what John is doing." Vanessa suddenly announced, heading over to the entrance of the storage room.
"Hey Johnnie boy, you in her?" echoed her voice in the small room. "Oi? You in here? Hello?"
"RAHHHHHHH!"
"Ahhhhhhh! Shit!"
Vanessa's face grew pale, as she vastly staggered back in fright, John ruthlessly laughing as he emerged from the dark corner.
"Fuck you scared the living shit out of me!" she cried, giving him a playful punch.
"But you still look good when you're scared." Jarred laughed, watching Vanessa blush from his compliment.
"Ok turtle doves let's get moving shall we? There's nothing in here that we need anyway." John suggested, walking towards the room's exit.
"I found a camera though," Vanessa said, holding the camera out to John. "Here, take it."
John thankfully took the camera, and began to head back down the hallway to find Ryan.
"You think we should follow him?" Vanessa asked, peering down the long hallway.
"Nah, let's just stay here for a while." Jarred replied with a smile.
-Not Far Away...-
There was a silent rattle of moans echoing off in the distance. Several zombies, stumbling lifelessly in a mangled line, emerged from around the turning road, pleading hungrily for warm fresh through their low-toned moans. They were vastly approaching the News Station, and it wasn't going to be easy for the others to escape this time...
Claire Redfield
The basement was dark, lit only by a few emergency lights on the side of the walls. Nathan was taking the lead, leaving Winsor to take up the rear and to think over Nathan's proposition.
To be together? How can I? I can't....I shouldn't even be in love or whatever that feeling is.
She was afraid. She had never felt so close to someone before; a new feeling for her cruel nature. She felt that being attached to someone would make her vulnerable to attack if that someone was taken away. Killed in most terms. She had to isolate herself from everyone, to be close to them would make her one of them. Someone who cares about each other. She cared about the others and about Nathan, but she didn't want them to leave her...like Paul did. She wasn't his friend, but he died and the others had cared about him.
So, the question is if I died would anyone become vulnerable to attack just because of my death?
It didn't seem right to have others die because of her. If she died, she deserved it. Isolation was the best way of life that she lived, but Nathan changed that.
Nathan stopped at a door. "Door number one. Let's see what's behind it."
Winsor shook her head mentally and slowly nodded. He opened the door and they slowly entered the chamber. It was huge; a building filled with pipes and wires running along the walls and ceiling. Pieces of machinery was all around them, at least from what they could see in the dim red light. They walked toward the machinery, their boots clicking the metal flooring.
Nathan slung his rifle down. "There's a computer. Me thinketh it might worketh," he said in a corny Shakespearean tone.
Winsor shook her head. "You killed Shakespeare, again."
Nathan shrugged and started the computer. A menu appeared and he started to type.
"System control...Main power," he whispered. He smiled and clicked the mouse. "Dammit. Access denied. Password only. I'll try to access another way."
Winsor sighed and leaned against the wall, rubbing her eyes. She was still tired. They only had maybe three, three and a half hours of sleep tops, but she was still amazed how the others were determined to survive.
She didn't notice Nathan staring at her. "Are you ok? You look tired," he asked sweetly. It made her stomach churn from the thought that he cared about her.
"And you're not," she returned.
Nathan laughed. "Yeah, well the excitement of this place is killing me."
"Not funny," she said and took a step towards him-
-when a hook-like claw swiped sideways in front of her, causing her to stumble back and arming herself with her gun.
"What the fuck!" she screamed and heard a shot go off and something hit the floor. It was human size, black, with four limbs. It would have been human, except its head was oddly shaped and one hand was replaced with a wicked curved claw. Blood oozed from its head.
She looked back at Nathan. He had his rifle already lowered and walked toward her. "Did it hurt you," he asked, his green eyes piercing her brown ones.
Winsor shook her head and pushed him away and made her way to the computer when there was a skittering noise, followed by another in the dark room.
Shit! It's dark and they're black! My aim sucks, but maybe...
She looked at Nathan who seemed to have read her mind. "Sam, see if you can get the power back on. I'll cover you." He crouched on the floor and slowly walked away from her, but stayed in site.
Winsor started to type madly on the computer. Watching as screens changed in seconds after arriving on them only to be stopped on the screen that Nathan was on earlier.
A sudden burst of gunshots were heard, making her nervous, relieved, and confused. Nervous that Nathan would get hurt. Relieved that he found the creatures. Confused that she didn't know if she would isolate herself from him and the others again just so she wouldn't have guilt if they died.
City of the Dead
Winsor hammered away at the keys on the computer while trying to maintain concentration. She was searching for the building's main power grid, but all she could find were data and status reports. Every few seconds, Nathan fired the automatic, the high pitched squeals of the insect monsters following the loud bursts of fire. Finally, she located the grid.
"Yes, I've found the unit system," she said excitedly.
"Good job," Nathan yelled over the constant gunfire. The glow of the computer system was the only light that aided him in the battle.
Winsor clicked on the power grid and quickly restored power to all areas of the building.
In an instant, the lights flickered on inside the control room. Lying all around them were the corpses of huge insect looking creatures, each of them lying in a puddle of greenish colored blood.
"Yes, you did it," Nathan said hugging Winsor. "Now, let's go get everyone else," he added.
Jarred and Vanessa were enjoying a moment alone together when the lights came back on without warning.
"Looks like Nathan got the power back on," Jarred said to Vanessa.
"Yeah, too bad," she said kissing him once more.
"Alright, let's head to the news cast room and see what we can do," Jarred said leading the way out of the basement.
Vanessa followed behind him. She watched him walk from behind and couldn't believe it. What seemed like almost life-threatening injuries a few hours ago, was reduced to nothing more but a mere limp. It looked like Keel was right about him, he did revitalize overnight. The thought made her flash back to history class. She remembered him coming in one day with a cast on his arm, she asked someone in the class what happened, and they said the bone in his arm was nearly shattered after an accident. But a week later, the cast was off and he was fine.
Odd, I wonder why he of all people has this ability, doesn't seem right, oh well, I guess it doesn't really matter, at least he's going to be okay.
She followed him up the stairs, and out of the basement.
"Sir, I think you should come take a look at this," the soldier's voice snapped Keel out of his stupor.
"What is it?" he asked as he followed the guard.
The guard led him to the left side of the church, where a bunch of men had circled around something on the ground. Keel lit up a cigarette as he made his way through the circle of men. Keel didn't even take one puff on it before he dropped it into the grass. Lying at his feet was the corpse of a large creature.
"That's the Nemesis," Keel said jumping back. "Careful, its not dead," Keel yelled out towards the guards who confusingly started at him.
"I don't know it looks dead to me," a soldier turned to say.
Without warning, a tentacle raised up and snapped the soldier's neck. The rest of the soldiers jumped back as Keel watched the Nemesis rise to its feet once again.
"God, why won't this piece of shit just die?" Keel whispered to himself. He fumbled around with his rifle and took aim towards the creature. He watched it knock three men over like bowling pins before turning towards some others. Keel opened fire on the beast, being careful as not to hit the fleeing soldiers. The Nemesis appeared badly injured, but it still had the same unrelenting fury.
Keel held his ground, trying to keep calm as he pumped bullet after bullet into it. Most of the guards had been tossed aside and now the creature had set its sights for him. Keel backed up, his back hitting the tree behind him. The Nemesis lunged forward and wrapped its tentacles around Keel's left leg. Before he knew it, Keel felt the ground leave him as he was knocked onto his back and dragged forward. He was on his back, staring up at the creature. Keel quickly reloaded while the monster screamed triumphantly, and began firing again, hitting it in the upper body. The Nemesis quickly stumbled backwards, and Keel got back up.
A smile spread across his face as he watched the creature limp away from him. Keel reached down and pulled out a grenade from his belt.
"Not this time," he said as he pulled the pin.
He waited two seconds and then hurled the grenade towards the retreating monstrosity.
BANNGGGG!!!
A deafening explosion rung out as the creature fell, face first, hitting the grass hard. When the smoke had cleared and the fire danced wildly on the tree branches, the Nemesis was laying on its stomach, the left side of it's body charred, it's olive yellow skin had turned into a crisp grayish-black. Keel looked at the fallen monster to see it's left arm missing, torn apart from the explosion.
"Probably didn't finish you off, but it sure will slow your ass down," Keel panted, staring at the smoking monster.
"Sir we have another problem," a soldier's voice called him from behind.
Keel sighed and turned towards the soldier, who still had a look of panic on his face.
"What is it now?" he asked in an aggravated tone.
"Well, I think you should come take a look at this, come to the top of the church," the soldier said.
After a few flights of stairs, Keel stepped out onto one of the balconies with the soldier.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Look," the guard handed Keel a pair of binoculars and pointed towards the city, Keel held the binoculars up to his face and looked down towards the streets.
"What the hell is that thing?" Keel said in shock. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was a huge monster, rampaging through the streets. He tried to grasp a concept of what it was, but the only thing he could think of to compare it to was a dinosaur. It was stomping through wreckage, and knocking over street lights. Its pattern of movement obviously hinted that it was heading somewhere.
Keel looked to his left and saw the News station. It was a three-story building that sat on a cliff just over the river. The huge satellite a beacon of the Gaines News and Weather center. He saw lights turn off and on, and he instantly knew who was there and where the monster was heading.
"I think our survivors are in the news station building, get our guys down there now," Keel said to the troop.
"Yes sir," He responded.
Keel walked back down the stairs of the church. He wondered where Piers and Markenson were hiding, and if they were behind that Lizard that was now stomping towards the 15GNW building. Whatever it was, they needed to get down to the news station and fast. Blair could not have those kids, dead or alive. He knew that if Blair got away with this, the country, possibly even the world would be in serious danger...
Carlos Oliveira
As Nathan and Sam came out of the basement Nathan stopped suddenly.
"What?" she asked.
"Shit I just remembered something! I'll be right there. Go tell the others I'll be right down!" He replied as he started towards the stairs to the top floor.
"What?! Why? Where are you going?" Sam asked following him.
"Just something I need to get from a computer. If you see Ryan down there tell him we need to talk to everyone after I get back ok? Trust me sweety I'll be right back ok?" he said as he turned and continued up the stairs.
"Alright." Sam answered as she started towards the others.
Nathan took the stairs two at a time reaching the top floor in moments. Looking at the doors he found the one he wanted and walked in. With a quick search he found a computer and sat down powering it up. Finding the site he wanted he started his search.
Enter name or ID............"David Law".............Access Denied........Enter name or ID..........."Nathan Law".........Access Denied.........Enter name or ID.................
"Shit! What the hell is your password Dad?" Nathan said in frustration.
"What would it be?" he whispered to himself.
"Isis"......Access Denied............Enter name or ID..........."Blair".........Access Denied..............
"Fuck! Goddammit! What the hell is that fucking Password!?!"
Nath leaned back in thought. The chair creaking slightly. In the distant he heard what sounded like a dull thump. Something in his mind awoke, but being distracted from his task was not an option. He put the strange sound from his mind and back to the task at hand. Thinking again his eyes suddenly snapped open wide.
"No. It couldn't be. He never talked about her after the accident why would he use her name."
.........."Jessica Law".............Access Denied.........Enter name or ID...........
"Shit! Wait! Her nickname that dad always called her!"
..........Jessabella.............Access Granted.............
"Yes!"
Reading the screen he searched for the information he wanted. Stopping the screen he saw it, the title was simple but the information would help him to understand...."To My Son".
Nathan Law,.....my son.......if you are reading this then Piers has won and I am dead. I want you to know that I love you Nath,....Your the best thing to ever happen to your mother and me.......If only she was around the see your achievements. You always were a smart kid Nathan. And I know that you still are. Piers was working on more then just a virus son. He was working on Bio Weapons......
Again in the back of his mind something was trying to warn him but the words of his father were too strong for him to ignore so he read on.
Some are small and minor but others are nearly unstoppable. Nathan, go to my office downtown. In the basement you'll find my locker,.......the combination is your basketball and wrestling numbers son.....told you I was proud of ya. Their is some money their as well as some fire arms to help you get out of Gaines. Leave and go back to Canada son. Find my old CIA buddy Jason Wells....he'll help you get started on your new life.........I love you.....my son.
Nathan drew a breath and wiped the tears from his eyes.
"Are you OK?"
The sound of her voice startled him. He turned around and saw who was whispering behind him. Sam placed a hand on his shoulder as he turned not wanting her to see him crying.
"Sam I.....it's just....I can't...."
"Shhhhh. It's ok Nath. You don't have to talk about it," she said interrupting him.
He was relieved but at the same time he wished she would press so he could tell some one how alone and isolated he felt. How he wished he could have a normal life like everyone else. He looked up at her to speak but was distracted by that thump again. His mind raced to make sense of it when suddenly the windows crashed inward. Ravens had smashed through and were looking for their next meal. Nathan grabbed Sam's hand and pulled her out the door shutting it behind himself. Sliding down to the floor they leaned against each other for a moment before Sam turned to him. Looking him dead in the eyes as if appraising what kind of man he really was. By the smile she gave him he figured that it was either good or bad. He hoped it was good.......