Carlos Oliveira
Nathan awoke not knowing what time it was but feeling something different. He looked down and saw Sam's head nuzzled into his chest. He gently lifted her off him and picked her up and carried her to a nearby truck. Laying her down gently she started to twitch but quickly fell fast asleep again. After a brief search he found some blankets after picking the lock on a car and searching the trunk. He laid the blankets in the flatbed of the truck and placed Sam gently on top of them. Crawling in next to her he felt her stir at the feel of him laying next to her. She rolled over still asleep and wrapped her arm around his waist. Nathan slipped his arm under her head as gently as he could, and rested it against his chest. She felt warm to him. Carefully he lifted the blanket over them both and closed his eyes. Dreaming almost instantly of everything he'd been through and everything he ever wanted. Sam was in every though. He soon drifted off into a deep sleep,....not caring if he ever woke up because he knew she was there.
Dr.William Birkin
Darkness slipped over David, his tormented dreams pulling him back into the void, back to remind him of his sins and of the evil the town had been immersed in.
He was awake again, staring at the blood covered wall of his room. Screams and moans coming from down the hallway, following them to the source, he saw a scene of horror. Bodies lay strewn about, limbs and organs nailed to walls, somewhere further into the darkness of the nightmare labyrinth his mind had placed him in was an illuminated surgical table, a laughing butcher standing at its head. Pacing forward, he began recognizing corpses, Alex, Winsor, Jarred, Nathan, Vanessa, his parents, everyone he had known before and during the incident lay sprawled and mangled on the floor of the corridor. Taunting him, reminding him of the carnage flooding in on him. Closing in on the table, the laughter grew louder, the cackling voice echoing from the walls of the massive room. The butcher turned, a man in a lab coat, instantly recognizable, stood facing him. Piers, or rather, the twisted nightmare Piers, waved a butcher knife at David, blood covering his lab coat and arms. His eyes burning with all the fires of hell. The laughter grew louder, louder by the second, a chorus of moans joining them, followed by the alarm sirens that had heralded the emergency state Gaines was under just as the outbreak went critical. The crescendo of noise, gunshots, wails, screams poured from the shadow haunted confines of the hellish dream, blood flowing across the floor, pooling up to David's ankles, the smell of exploded gunpowder and decaying flesh filling his nostrils, choking him.
Darkness again, and then his eyes shot open. The sun was rising slowly over the burning, ruined town, next to him, Alexandra muttered incoherently, still peacefully sleeping. David grimly stared out at the torched necropolis, swearing Alex would make it out of this place unharmed, even if he had to make the ultimate sacrifice to ensure that. He had awoken from one nightmare, right back into another...
Piers was ecstatic, gazing through the bulletproofed glass observation window as the procedures to activate the new B.O.W commenced. "Yes....this is the brilliance...this is the artistry none of them understand..." he said, grinning mindlessly at the illuminated form in its incubation tank. "This is not art, it is a mistake Piers...", Markenson walked forward, into the dimly lit control room, "You need to stop this..granted, you are a genius...NO ONE is disputing that okay? But you need to look at the consequences...you'll only destroy yourself this way" he continued, lighting yet another cigarette. "What would you know..you've been critical of this entire operation since its start...", Piers began to develop a psychotically protective tone of voice, "You'll see....ALL OF YOU WILL SEE....I'll kill every one of them...this security breach is effectively over....". Markenson sighed, sitting at one of the control panels, calmly staring into the screen, no longer caring how this ended. "If you want to die here, I wont stop you...I will simply revert to plan b...evacuation of all key personnel, and all secondary personnel..all I will say in my report is you were killed in an accident...they won't ever even ask about it...". Piers turned, glaring with cold, reddish eyes. "YOU IDIOT! YOU'LL JUST REMAIN A PUPPET FOR THE HEAD OFFICE..THE MILITARY IS JUST USING YOU...AM I THE ONLY PERSON HERE WHO SEES THAT!!!!!" Piers suddenly stopped, clutching at his chest as if suffering a heart attack, crying out in agony. Markenson stared at the convulsing researcher, "Side effects kicking in?". The augmentation project had been scrapped partly due to its secondary effects, enhancing the body beyond its physical limits, causing intense pain, and in 70% of the test subjects, death within 24 hours of its activation. Piers slumped to the floor, gasping for air "It will pass..it always does....SHOULDN'T YOU BE PREPARING OUR DEFENSES OR SOMETHING?! They'll be along soon enough...walking right into their death...". Markenson turned and left the room, wondering who would die first, the survivors, or Piers...
Dante
Dwayne had forgot just how long he had been running for but he didn't care how long he had to run as long as those...things where after him.
What the hell are they, I shoot them, I kick them I've tried everything but they jus keep coming
Dwayne turned around quickly to see if the horde of Zombies had gone and to his relief, they had.
While still running Dwayne closed his eyes and gave a sigh of relief.
Finally.
But suddenly Dwayne felt his right foot hit some thing and he fell forward face first into a puddle of mud.
Great just what I need.
Dwayne pulled himself up and wiped the mud of his face but to his horror it was not mud at all, it was blood.
Dwayne's jaw fell open at the sight and he flicked the blood of his hand as hard as he could before wiping his face with his sleeve.
He looked back down at the ground at saw a sight that would make a normal persons teeth peel.
A battered and torn corpse lay on the ground, huge teeth marks and tears in it's decaying flesh where visible.
Damn, I've seen peoples bodies back at New York, but this is...horrible.
Whilst eyeing the body of the misfortunate soul Dwayne noticed the sparkle of Metal hooked under the corpses belt.
It was a Revolver and not like the Revolver Dwayne already had it was a Magnum.
"Oh Baby!" Dwayne cried in delight temporarily forgetting the body as he leaned down drew the magnum, placed in his Tactical holster he found in his dads drawer before pocketing the ammo beside it.
"Hmph, dad was to avoid this mess" Dwayne though out loud remembering as his dad and step mum had took a holiday in New York leaving the house to Dwayne.
But as Dwayne reached for the final stash of bullets, the head moved forward in an attempt to bite Dwayne's hand.
With a cry, Dwayne jumped back in fear before his fear was replaced by an overwhelming rage as he began to kick relentlessly at the Zombie.
Dwayne could feel the soft flesh and bones bruise and break under the constant hammering of Dwayne's kicks, blood was spurting out the impact spots and landing on Dwayne's face but he was to angry to notice it.
Eventually Dwayne's Rage subsided slightly and he became more tactical with his blows aiming them for the back of the creatures head.
The skull of the decaying mutation caved in and shards of bone pierced the Zombies brain finally killing it.
Dwayne breathed heavily as a large smirk appeared on Dwayne's face as he stood victorious over the battered mutation.
Just like old times.
Dwayne thought, remembering his days back in the Ghetto.
"This is easier than I thought" Dwayne said wiping blood from his check and spinning his Revolver around his finger before walking away from the defeated cannibal.
Claire Redfield
Winsor felt a type of peacefulness wash over her. At least that's what she thought it was. It was quite interesting to be feeling new emotions that she had despised.
Winsor opened her eyes, awake for good now and almost snickered when she noticed she was inside a van or another truck.
If I keep being moved to be alone while he goes and guards outside-
Oh, she moved her head slightly and seen Nathan was next to her. She noticed a blanket was shared on top of them. He had his arm under her head, cradling it by his chest. He had placed her in the van and stayed with her.
She realized she had her arm around his waist and she actually felt skin? Of course, his shirt was torn off and all he had on was a vest...
Winsor felt an embarrassed blush in her face and slowly removed her arm from his waist. She had always slept alone, nor has she ever been this close to anyone for a long period of time. She slowly sat up, the blanket slipping off her. She felt an odd mix of emotions. Embarrassment, happiness, and felt fearful of the desire that she felt. She looked away from him to the door.
"What's wrong?" Nathan asked, making Winsor jump from his voice. How long was he awake? How long was he, were they asleep.
"I, uh, nothing's wrong," she said trying not to stutter. She looked at him and felt her heart rise a little higher. He was so cute...
She suddenly looked downward, not wanting him to see her blushing face. "How long were you...I mean, you stayed with me? The entire night?"
Damn, the girl that always has something to say and now she stutters!
Nathan smiled. " Yeah, it was getting cold out and I woke up and you were next to me. The common thing to do was to find some warmth." His grin grew longer.
Winsor refused to face him. "How do you feel?"
Nathan looked at his side where the stitches had open up. "Stopped bleeding. I guess I will live." He lightly chuckled and Winsor forced a smile.
Nathan's face slowly became serious. "Sam, are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I just a little, I don't know," was all she could say until Nathan leaned next to her.
"Sam, are you blushing?" Nathan said with another smile crawling up his face.
Winsor lifted her head up and tried to suppress the laughing fit, but just let it out. Nathan started to laugh also.
"I'm sorry, I just never woke up with someone next to me," she said and stopped laughing suddenly. They both stared at each other and Winsor felt herself drawing closer to him. She closed her eyes and kissed him, deeply. He had kissed her twice, now it was her turn. She moved a little closer to him, their hands touching their arms.
They broke away, a smile spreading on their lips. She couldn't tell if it was all a dream, that she was never in this hell and be with someone who was one of the in crowd
A dream would never be this real, would it?
They slowly started to move toward another kiss when they heard Jarred's voice.
"Vanessa? Vanessa?"
Jill Valentine
The cold hands that clasped tightly over her mouth began to make her feel numb and helpless.
"Shh.." the figure pleaded her to stop kicking and screaming. "Be quiet. Or it will hear you."
The man released his grip from around her and hid well in the darkness of the bush.
"Who are you?" she whispered. "And what will hear me?"
The man slid forward next to her, revealing a Military uniform, and dark smudges of blood across his dark, unshaven face.
"The Nemesis..."he breathed, pointing out in the open grass area.
Vanessa peered out to the direction in which his hand was pointing.
No...it can't be....we killed it, we killed I swear we killed it...
"I have to go warn Jarred and the others!" Vanessa cried in a panic.
"No you can't! It will kill you!"
Ignoring the man, she quickly rushed from the bushes, past the Nemesis and towards the broken down pile of cars where the others had slept.
"Come back! You will get killed!"
With the Nemesis only a few meters behind her, she ran to the van, watching Jarred, Nathan and Winsor slowly emerge from inside it.
"Guys we have to get of here! That Nemesis creature is still alive and it's not far away! We have to go quick!"
Before they had time to move, a low growl sounded throughout the tunnel. It was the Nemesis. It was still alive. And it was hard to believe...