Dr.William Birkin
The rotted door of the basement room opened easily, the hinges almost falling off as David pushed on it. The truncheon gripped tightly in his hand, he glanced around the dark, dank hallway. The lights were industrial style, and judging from the look of the walls, he assumed he was in some type of warehouse. "Well..that would be as good a place as any for a command post.... " he thought, walking forward. Footsteps echoed through the hallway. Edging towards the corner, David tried to overhear the conversation. "Sir..there's no need for this..I...I won't let you do this sir...", said a shaky and frightened voice. "You take orders from ME! Not the other way around!! Fine..the hell with you! Your compassion just cost you your life...", hissed the all too familiar voice of Becker. The sounds of a struggle were heard, followed by a gunshot from a makarov pistol. A door swung open, and then closed. David crept forward, noticing the blood splatter on the wall, a guard in the same fatigues as the Isis cleaner troops lay dead, an hk usp handgun clutched tightly, his head covered in blood from a well placed gunshot wound. "Well..looks like I get to face another psycho today...yay..." said David, his voice echoing through the dim hallway as he picked the handgun up and moved through the door...
Samuel Becker turned, staring across the dark ventilation control room towards the opposite door, raising his makarov. The shadows of the warehouses basement obscured the figure who walked forward, but he had an idea of who it was. "SO...David...you managed to escape..good, I expected as much.." hissed Becker as David walked into the lit area the single bulb created. "Yeah...now...as I was going to ask before you cracked me across the head with a club...what kind of second rate flunky ARE you...did Isis send their dumbest people out here or something?" laughed David, the gun aimed directly at his adversaries head. Becker fired his pistol into the air, a look of indignation spilling over his face, like a child who had just been deprived of a toy. "YOU SHUT UP! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME....if you must know..I was sent to oversee this operation because I am a VERY efficient man..in fact..I was just on the way to eliminate the other survivor we picked up..she was not much fun in the interrogation..to tell the truth..I was growing quite tired of the both of you..you just weren't of any real interest..I hate it when people spoil my fun..it makes me....angry.." he hissed in an utterly insane voice. Bringing his gun to eye level, he began giggling a sick, childish laugh. "But maybe you'll be more fun when you're armed Sunderland..now..I've done all there is to do...IT'S YOUR TURN!!!!!!!!!" he began laughing again, firing twice as David backed off. "OOOOH! RUNNING SO FAST!! SPOILSPORT..." Becker hissed, running to the side, into the shadows and firing two more times at David, who was hidden behind a broken down furnace in the corner.
Just wait..he has to run out of ammunition soon... , David's train of thought was disrupted by 4 more rounds deflecting off of the floor and wall nearby, the childish laughter of the madman echoing throughout the room. "COME OUT COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARRREEEEEE! Now, now David..PLAY FAIR FOR ONCE.." the gun clicked empty, David stood up, the gun rising and aiming, David pulled the trigger twice, both rounds finding their mark in the madman's chest. Becker cried out in pain and fell to the ground, staring up as David edged over and pressed his gun against his face. "Now...where is she...." growled David, his patience now gone. "The other survivor....she's in the opposite corridor..go to her if you'd like...she might remember you..she might not..in any case..you'll get what you deserve soon...some of your little comrades must know about what you really are..how you were...or maybe ARE..a flunky intelligence operative for Markenson...you'll pay in hell Sunderland...YOU DESERVE TO DIE TOO DAVID!" screamed Becker, laughing hysterically as he bled to death. "Maybe I will die...maybe I wont....GAME OVER YOU SICK SHIT..." David screamed, pulling the trigger.
The shot echoed throughout the hallway and the room..blood splattered onto David's arm, he stared at the blown out face of his enemy. A wave of sickness and fear came over him, sickness at what he had become...a murdering traitor..a lying scumbag..no better than the people he said he opposed..and fear..fear of death..but more so of life..of Alexandra not remembering him..or, if she did..knowing what he was..and hating him for it. David shook his head sadly and walked off to find Alex, the dying words of the madman echoing in his brain...
You'll pay in hell Sunderland.... And he knew he probably would....
Infinity-X
Alexandra stood in a dark room. There was some boxes over in the corner. I need a kick-ass weapon or something she though. She searched through them but found nothing.
"Just a bunch of junk"
she said quietly. There was some kind of guard in the hall across from the room. She didn't want him to hear her, but she would have to get out. Alex sat down on one of the boxes.
"Maybe what's his face will come again....David,"
Alex said. She looked around the small room. On the floor she spotted a metal bar. Alex walked over and picked it up, I wonder what this is for? she thought. She got a plan. She hoped her idea would work. The door in the room had a glass window on it.
"1....2.....3!"
she closed her eyes, and smashed the glass with the bar. Then she looked out into the hall, the guard didn't hear her luckily.
"Oh my god, these locks are too easy,"
she said. All she had to do was turn the door knob from the outside and it opened. She gripped the bar and headed down the hall. She quietly walked up behind the guard.
"Hey"
said Alex. The guard turned around fairly confused. Alex took the bar and hit the guard about 5 times in the head when he was finally knocked out. She took the assault rifle he had in his hand. She kicked the guard and walked back towards the room. She wanted to wait for awhile and see what would happen. So Alex sat down by the door and hoped that David would come by. Seeing she had no clue what was going on or where she was.
David continued walking down many halls in this huge warehouse like place. He remembered the words Becker again. He tried to get that out of his mind. Then he just thought about Alex, and how she didn't remember him. He wanted to find her. And with that he heard someone walking towards him.
"I thought you would be around,"
said the person. He looked up, it was Alexandra. David walked closer to her.
"Alexandra..you're alive, thank god, I just got through with a madman and didn't need to see you dead,"
he said. Alex looked up at him.
"Ummm, ok...."
She turned around. David looked at her and he thought..
Why cant she just remember me..... then he thought of what Becker said again. Maybe he didn't deserve to be living. But, he was going to make sure Markenson got what he deserves.
Claire Redfield
Winsor knew she was alive, but she couldn't wake up. Confusing dreams kept her from accomplishing it...
She was in the high school with living students and teachers, but something was terribly wrong. Zombies staggered toward students, killing a few. With the somewhat chaos in the halls, no one was stopping it. They continued to walk down the hall ignoring corpses and cries from the dead.
Winsor slowly walked by, wide-eyed at the sight and walked toward the cafeteria. It was filled with corpses. Winsor turned her head away in disgust when she saw a purple Hunter leap by. Its long claws decapitated a zombie that Winsor didn't see was behind her. She gasped and ran out the cafeteria door to go back into the hall-
-only to find herself back in the tunnels again. Water was rushing around her knees as she walked down the tunnel, confused. She turned the corner and seen the largest spider that she had ever seen...again. Right on her left side on the wall, it ran to the ceiling just as she was sprinting down the tunnel faster than ever. She didn't have a weapon on her and she rounded another corner only to run into a dead end. When she turned around, the spider was already there. Slowly skittering towards her-
-and the ground underneath her opened up. She fell down a few feet and landed in a kneeling position on the ground. Her knees took most of the pain from the fall and she started to get up. She looked up at the darkness that was once the opening of the hole when the ground started to shake. The wall started to crack and Winsor found herself running again. She heard the shrieking roar and the wall collapsing. She could feel the gravedigger after her. She didn't dare look back and seen a ladder in front of her. She ran at it and immediately started to climb upward. There was an opening above her, light falling through-
-and she was in the hospital. People were working there and everything seemed normal. Doctors, patients, and people walking by her as she glanced around and seen men in uniform with guns looking around as well. Piers henchmen apparently, looking for someone or something. She walked slowly away, not making eye contact with any of them and walked through the nearest door-
-and heard the screams of people echoing the hall. She shot a look into one of the patient's rooms and seen an elderly man struggling against a brainsucker. The man went limp suddenly and the monster went behind him, stabbing a spike into the man's neck. Winsor shook her head and continued down the hallway and walked through twin doors-
-She was outside now, in the park. She looked behind her to see the hospital building only to see more trees. The hospital vanished. She walked on the trail leading her to the exit of the park. Leaves fell off trees signaling fall's arrival. She had just gotten to the gate when she saw the kid and a dog playing with a stick. The boy threw the stick and the dog ran off after it. Just as the dog jumped into the air, a Hunter grabbed it, one of the blue ones with the large mouths and swallowed the dog whole. The kid screamed, but Winsor pushed herself to open the gate-
-and seen the news station. She knew nothing made sense since she was in the high school. A group of black birds whether they be crows or ravens(she couldn't tell) cawed at her. A corpse of a woman was underneath the tree that they were perched on and her death was obviously caused by the birds. Winsor walked into a hole that was once the entrance of the building. She seen a hall to her right and walked towards it-
-when she seen the familiar black creature on the ceiling. Its long curved hook-like claw made her remember how to run as she ran under it. She heard the Chimera skitter on the ceiling as she ran forward, her adrenaline making her want to run faster and out of the nightmares-
-There was a door, but right next to it with its back turned at her was the lizard monster. It was sniffing at something, not paying any attention to her. Without thinking, she ran past it toward the door-
-and felt something strike her back. A thousand coiled whips struck her at once causing her to lose balance and fall through the doors. Blood oozed as skin and muscle was ripped-
-as she fell to the floor of the church. The familiar lighting, pews, and stained glass windows seemed to welcome her. She slowly rose to her feet, her back aching in pain as she staggered to the nearest pew. She gripped at it and placed her head down. She didn't know how tired and weak she now was. She looked at one of the windows. There was a picture of two hearts, one colored red with the words love and life surrounded by a crown. The other was black with the words hate and death surrounded by thorns. She knew it meant her. It was one of those damned signs telling her of what she was. She cared, yet she didn't give a damn-
-The door behind her slammed. She looked behind her and seen Nathan standing there along with Ryan, John, Vanessa, Jarred, David, and Alex they were walking toward her. She found herself smiling and stood straight up, ignoring the pain in her back. It was like everything was going fine now-
-then she seen Paul in the back of the group and knew something was wrong. He was dead. There was no way he was alive since the green Hunter attacked him in the tunnels-
-and a roar came above them. The glass dome shattered as a giant black mass fell through it. When she went to look at her friends they were gone, the Nemesis was in their place.
Winsor fell to the floor, kicking herself back as the Nemesis took steps toward her. Purple tentacles whipped around its body and it grabbed her, putting its large hand around her small throat. She tried to scream, but nothing came out-
-and her eyes opened. She was awake now, but her vision was a little blurry. She still felt pain throughout her back and she thought she was being carried by someone. There were three human-sized blurs, one which was carrying her and the other two were running in front. Their footsteps sounded like a large echo in her mind.
"Let's get out of here," said a familiar voice. It almost sounded like Jarred.
Maybe because it is Jarred...
"What about Ryan," asked a female voice, "and Nathan?"
Vanessa...
"Nathan chose to leave us and who knows where Ryan went," said another voice closer to her. It was a voice that she hated and knew instantly.
John...
They're all here...No wait, did they say Ryan left? And Nathan? Why?-
Suddenly one of the blurs moved at her. Winsor slowly blinked, still weak and a little confused of what was happening at the moment. Her eyes started to focus on the person.
"She's awake," Vanessa whispered.