Carlos Oliveira
Nathan was standing in front of a dark clad figure. His skeletal arms raised out to Nathan, to welcome him. Nathan wasn't moving, but for some reason he was getting closer. Someone told him to live. He turned and was looking directly into Sam's face.
"Sam?"
Samantha leaned forward and kissed him softly, gently. Nathan felt himself being drawn back by her kiss. He felt her holding him. Drawing him back to life.
He opened his eyes and caught the briefest sight of Sam kissing him before she was taken from his view and he was tossed slightly, but enough for the pain and loss of blood to knock him out again.
When he awoke again he was being lifted by John and Jarred. They were carrying him somewhere. He didn't know where but hoped it was safe. He looked over and saw Vanessa walking next to them. She looked to him and smiles reassuringly. Nathan felt alone. Even though his friends were there he felt alone. Then a hand lifted his. He turned and felt life rush into his lungs again, back into his soul. Sam was holding his hand and looking very worried. Nathan winked and Sam smiled. Feeling very tired he passed out again as they carried him. Nathan knew that he might not wake up again but if he did,...things were going to be different.
Dr.William Birkin
The window shattered, glass falling to the floor of the dark storeroom in a shower of crystal shards, the beam of David's flashlight pierced the darkness, refracting off of the glass, the dust floating in the still air. The room had been isolated from the sunlight by a rubble pile, suspended in a nightmarish void, reminding David of the living hell last night had been. And its not over yet.. . David climbed down into the room, checking if it was clear and then pulling Alex down, they had run from the lizard monstrosity, to the only place they knew was safe, the hospital. The entrance to the back was locked, the entry to the front too risky, the troops would have had them pinned down easily. "David...are you sure this is the right place? It's awfully dirty to be a hospital..looks more like a sewer or something..." Alex said, shivering slightly in the icy, suspended air of the basement. "Yeah..I'm sure...are you ok? You seem cold..here, take this.." David removed his m47 jacket, giving it to Alex. "Thanks..you sure you'll be ok?" she replied, David ignored the cold, which easily penetrated through the black t shirt he had on, the front of which sported a large nuclear symbol. "Yeah..I'm just fine..it's not that cold.." No colder than a grave..where you'll probably BE soon.... he thought. "Oh..one question..about..um..what you said before..about how you felt about me...". David turned to face her, nervously looking into her eyes, "I mean it..everyone else I've met so far means nothing compared to you...". Moving closer to her, he kissed her deeply. "I love you...and if I die I want you to get out of here alive no matter what the cost..." he said. The burst of static from the hallway echoed down the corridor, "Recon 4 to shadow knife...recon 4 to shadow knife...basement level is clear, I'm heading back up after checking the maintenance room...". The military style radio chatter immediately sent David for his weapon. Shit..I should have known, I should have known...they left behind a detachment.... . The door began to shake slightly and then flew open, the laser sight of an mp5a2 submachine gun flashing into the room and blinding David for a second. "HOSTILES IN SIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!" yelled the cleaner troop, moving the fire selector to fully automatic and raising his gun quickly, but one second too late...
David's eyes adjusted to the sudden flash of light, and immediately he fired on the soldier, taking him down with two rounds, one hitting his neck. The gurgling, convulsing body lay still after a second, and David began to strip the corpse of its equipment, an mp5a2 with tactical light and laser sight, 2 clips, and a Kevlar tactical vest. Throwing the radio against the wall, he ignored the final transmission it echoed. "RECON 4...RECON 4!....damn..must have found himself a B.O.W..oh well, THIS IS SHADOW KNIFE COMMAND TO ALL TROOPS IN THE HOSPITAL SECTOR, PULL OUT, THE AREA IS SWEPT CLEAN..". The threat receded as suddenly as it had started...
Markenson sat calmly, half ignoring the psychobabble being spewed at him by the company shrink. God why did I ask this idiot to help.... . The psychiatrist dropped the file on David onto the desk. "What were dealing with here..in short..is just another extremely dedicated, completely neurotic, and utterly depressed individual with a martyr complex..this one slightly more than the others..maybe because of his previous experience with what we've done...and this attachment he's formed to that girl....and.." Markenson stood, cutting off the analyst. "Why do we pay you?" he said calmly. "Sir? I'm paid to help try to find the motives of potential threats...". Markenson glared at the timid doctor, who was cowering under his iron gaze, "No...we pay you to help....we do not pay you to mindlessly repeat FACTS THAT WOULD BE PAINFULLY OBVIOUS TO ANYONE WITH EVEN A SINGLE BRAIN CELL! GOD, DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT??!!!!! YOU'VE JUST TOLD ME THE SAME EXACT SHIT ABOUT EVERY ONE OF THEM! ACCORDING TO YOU THERE ALL "DEEPLY ANGRY PEOPLE", I COULD HAVE TOLD YOU THAT ALREADY...". The analyst adjusted her glasses, backing off a bit, "Sir...I'm seeing a lot of anger here....". Markenson aimed his .45 directly at the shrinks head "Yeah? And I'm seeing one very DEAD moron with a medical degree." he smirked, pulling the trigger and blasting the shrinks brains out. "Well..that relieved a lot of stress.." he said, smoking gun in hand, "Get the body out of here, burn it if you have to...". "YES SIR!" yelled a guard, dragging the corpse out into the hallway. "The world is now a lot better.." muttered Markenson, sinking back into his chair, able now to only wait....
Infinity-X
Alex looked over at David
"You okay?"
she asked in a soft voice .She was still a bit shocked by what had happen before that. And what he had said to her. David looked at her.
"Yeah, I'm fine...lets find the others or something."
he said. Alex nodded. David started looking around a little. He shivered for a second damn its cold he thought. Alex looked at him again. She closed her eyes. David walked towards the door. Alex slowly followed behind. David opened the door, a hunter jumped out at Alex.
"God dammit!"
yelled David, as he shot the hunter a few times and it went down. Alex looked at the dead hunter on the ground. Suddenly she remembered something. She remembered being in the sewers, meeting someone. Alex looked back at David, meeting David.... she thought. David spoke up.
"Come on, let's get out of here."
He stood by the door. He began to walk threw it. A smile formed on Alex's face.
"Wait! David!"
"What?"
David said fairly annoyed, he wanted to go and find the others, and get out of this place .Alex was still standing in the middle of the room.
"David, I remember you!...."
she yelled to him. He smiled at her yes! he thought to himself. He walked back out the door, and Alex followed. Moans of zombies were heard in the distance, but she didn't care. She felt good, she remembered David. She still couldn't remember the others names and could barely remember them. She knew that eventually she would though. David and Alex continued to walk down the hall.....
Claire Redfield
As they walked inside the hospital, Winsor wanted to beat the living shit out of something. The hospital was the very same hospital that they were in the day before. They had walked throughout the goddamn city and they were back to the very same place; the high school was only a few blocks away. As they got out of the truck they couldn't help the feeling that their hope just ran down the crapper.
John and Jarred carried Nathan inside the hospital with Vanessa at his side. Winsor trailed behind, her heart beating faster than she ever thought it could. She cared too much for Nathan and if he would die on her...it would prove her theory. People who care are the ones who get hurt.
She placed her hand on his as they carried and she saw him wink at her. She forced a smile, trying to conceal her fear.
"This room. Open the door," Jarred said and Vanessa quickly ran to the wooden door and turned the knob. The door opened, revealing a small office. A desk cluttered with cups, papers, pencils, and other crap; shelves over-filled with books and volumes on medical research and reports; all in all, a bunch of crap.
"Ok, let's put him on the desk," Jarred said now. He and John were slowly lowering Nathan to the desk. Nathan's eyes were closed, sleeping or unconscious.
Winsor leapt forward and pushed the papers and other shit off the desk. She had to try and do something, even to clear a desk for someone to lay down on.
They laid Nathan on his back. Nathan looked so peaceful, but she knew he was in pain. Everyone knew. The blood was enough to prove it.
"We have to stop the bleeding. Someone find bandages or something that can be used to stop the bleeding," John said.
Winsor took a quick look around the room. There was nothing in site. She heard drawers opening and closing and saw Jarred and John looking through the desk drawers.
"I got something," Vanessa said. She had a white bed cloth in her hand. She had left the room without anyone noticing her absence. She handed John the fabric and he started to rip it up.
"He's lost a lot of blood. Is there a way we can do a blood transfusion?" Winsor asked quietly. She can feel her heart starting to shudder in the silent fear.
"We can, but what's his blood type?" Jarred asked. His eyes turned to Winsor as if she would know.
Winsor shook her head angrily. "How the hell should I know. I-"
-A sound. Someone was walking in the hall. Their footsteps echoed with each step. Too quick for a zombie and too light for a monster; human. It could be a good sign to find someone else, but they were also being attacked by Piers men.
Jarred raised his weapon and slowly walked to the door. Everyone remained quiet and still. The only sound made was by the footsteps getting closer to the door. Jarred started to put his hand on the door knob when it started to turn by itself. Whoever was outside was coming in-
-The door opened and Jarred quickly pointed the gun toward the person's head. But suddenly he lowered the weapon.
"Jesus Christ!" said a familiar voice. "This is something that's really getting old!"
The door opened all the way and David walked in. He looked like hell, but then again everyone did about now.
"Good, you guys are here. Alex! It's safe," he yelled into the hall. Another pair of footsteps was heard in the hall.
David took a quick look around until his eyes fell on Nathan. "What happened to him?"
Jarred shook his head. "It's not important now. What we have to do is try to perform a blood transfusion except we have no clue what's his blood type."
Alex came in the room. She still looked the same, but she looked confused.
"Um...hi, I guess," she said. "I-David, I'm sorry. I don't remember anyone here."