Dante
Dwayne passed out in pain as the guards dragged him away from the Feeding Pen,
when he woke up, he was lying comfortably on what seemed like a bed.
Feeding Pen? THE GUYS!
Dwayne tried to pull himself up as he realized that Winsor, Vanessa and Jarred where still
in the Pen but he felt a tug on his wrists and ankles and realized he was strapped down
and he was not on a bed but a soft cushiony crucifix.
"Good morning," Dwayne heard a voice and turned to his right where he spotted two
guards and for the first time Piers. But Piers was not looking at Dwayne like he had
seen him for the first time.
"As you can see," Piers said "we used herbal medicine to heal your wounds you
received during your fight with Nemesis, yes" with the last word Piers began
wondering about the room lost on though.
"How did you beat the Nemesis, after all you are merely a child," Piers said turning his
eyes to Dwayne who noticed there was a glistening of black in his iris.
"Not just a kid," Dwayne answered trying to retain his cool, "I grew up in one of the
toughest places in America."
"Really, so you're a Ghetto Blaster?" Piers snarled at Dwayne.
"Not any more though, got me a mansion in Gaines."
"And why was that?" Piers asked.
"Mum's loaded," Dwayne answered.
"Tell me child, what's your name?" Piers asked.
Dwayne felt himself fill up with rage at being told what to do but he tried to hide it in
case that was what Piers wanted.
"Say please," he replied smirking.
At that moment one of the guards stepped forward and punched Dwayne in the
stomach knocking the breath out of him.
"Your in no position to tell me what to do!?" Piers said through fritted teeth grabbing at
Dwayne's throat, it seemed Piers hated being told what to do just as much as Dwayne.
But Dwayne kept up his protest.
"Say please, asshole," he said grinning at Piers as he gasped for breath.
The two guards stepped forward but Piers gestured them to stop.
"Leave us," he said.
"But sir-"
"Leave us!" Piers snarled at the guards and with a quick salute they left the door.
"There's something about you boy," Piers said "You look familiar."
"Maybe it's my hair," Dwayne answered as Piers relaxed his grip.
"Tell me your name and maybe I'll remember."
"Say..please," Dwayne said who was pleased with himself at how angry Piers was
becoming.
But to Dwayne's amazement Piers didn't attack him, instead he un tied the straps
around Dwayne's ankles and wrists.
Dwayne wasted no time and as soon as the last strap was undid Dwayne thrust his
knee into Piers' face and dashed towards the door.
But his run was cut short as he felt something grab his neck with incredible strength.
Great, another stretchy dude.
But Dwayne was even more horrified that after he was lifted into the air by his neck
he noticed that it was Piers.
"Very interesting huh? And you thought I was just a mad man," Piers said and with
that he pulled his arm back and tossed Dwayne into the wall.
Dwayne hit the wall with great force and struggled to get his breath back as he
climbed to his feet.
Dwayne ran at Piers and threw a right hook at him but Piers simply side stepped it and
punched Dwayne in the stomach sending him hurling into a desk.
"You have one last chance..what is you name!" Piers commanded and at that
moment Dwayne seemed tiny compared to Piers as he tried to sit up.
"D-Dwayne," he panted there was no room left for anger as Dwayne was overwhelmed
with fear.
"Dwayne huh? Dwayne what!?" Piers said lifting up Dwayne by his throat and leaving
him hanging in mid air.
"D-Dwayne."
"Yes."
"D-Dwayne S-S."
"Yes."
"S-Summers."
As soon as the word Summers had left Dwayne's mouth, Piers dropped Dwayne to the
floor and he lay their for a few seconds gasping for breath until he looked up and saw
Piers' face.
Piers' face was staring blankly at the wall in a look of shear terror at a surprised
memory.
Summers! No! It can't be.
Dwayne caught his breath again and reached for the steel leg of the desk and just as
Piers managed to bring himself back to reality Dwayne hit him in the temple with all
his might with the steel bar Piers was wounded and fell to the ground but Dwayne
dropped the bar do to the tremendous vibration.
Dwayne looked around the room and saw wooden bench lying next to the crucifix but
Dwayne didn't have time to think about the strange layout of the room and he picked
up the bench and with all his might rammed into Piers with it.
The force knocked Piers into the wall which cracked under the pressure and several
small pieces fell from the cracks.
Piers turned around, his face now filled with anger and kicked Dwayne in the face
sending towards the wall again with blood oozing from his lip.
Dwayne tried to get up but was met by Piers sending his knee into Dwayne's chest
sending him flying to the roof which he hit and fell down again to the floor.
"This is where you die!" Piers roared and prepared to crush Dwayne's head but was
interrupted when the door flung open and a man stood their holding the two guards
dead bodies, their necks twisted at an awkward angle.
"Knock knock," the man said grinning.
"Markenson!" Piers roared and prepared to attack Markenson but was stopped when a
solid kick from Markenson sent him flying to the cracked wall creating a large hole.
Dwayne drew up all his strength and dived though the crack over Piers head and
found himself in a maze like corridor while Piers and Markenson fought fiercely in
the other room.
Dr.William Birkin
Markenson stood in the doorway, dropping the bodies at his feet. "Dr. Piers...I reiterate my earlier comment..you ARE a security risk..and I will not allow this insanity to continue," Markenson said quietly, staring at his adversary. "HOW THE HELL....no,...doesn't matter, its time for you to see the final stage of my genius..forget the paltry little bioweapons you've seen up until now, I am greater than any of them now.." Piers' eyes flooded with a blood red fluid, the sign of the augmentations awakening in his cellular structure.
Letting out a frenzied battle cry, Piers charged forward, only to be driven back by an inhumanly strong punch directly to his face. Slamming into the ground, Piers became hysterical with disbelief, "HOW! HOW DID YOU.....no....NO THIS ISN'T POSSIBLE..YOU'D HAVE SHOWN SOME OF THE SIDE EFFECTS BY NOW IF YOU..." Piers was silenced by Markenson's grip around his throat, Markenson smiled a cold smirk of hatred, his eyes flooded with the bloodlike fluid. "I was one of the lucky ones...some people can deal with the pain caused by the cellular mutation...you weren't one of those few...." Throwing Piers against a wall, he walked over and kicked him forcefully in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. "I really was hoping you didn't have to die, its a senseless waste of talent we really could use in the future, but my superiors were very very clear about how to deal with you...". Piers let out another yell of rage, standing up and punching Markenson in the neck, before throwing him up against the wall, the impact shattering a glassed in cabinet. "I'M FAR BEYOND ANYTHING YOU EVER COULD BE!!!!!" Piers threw a chair at Markenson, whose arm instinctively raised, absorbing the blow. "You're just like a child sometimes." Markenson sprinted up to Piers, the augmentations spurring him forward with inhuman speed. Grabbing Piers by the neck, he prepared to end the battle in the most final sense of the word. "This is pathetic, you throw out a promising future just to kill some kid whose father you have a grudge against...just like a child...and I could very easily make sure you NEVER make it out of here. But you don't deserve that..no...you're beyond help..." Markenson disgustedly dropped Piers, the gasping, bloodied researcher backed away, enraged at the prospect of defeat.
"There are so many people who'd love to see you dead..I think I'll leave your disposal to them...in any event, I have better, more important individuals to deal with." Markenson turned and walked out. Piers grinned, the augmentations accelerated healing slowly taking effect. "GO...go and kill the survivors..that is if there already not dead..I'LL DEAL WITH YOU LATER YOU FOOL!" Piers began to laugh hysterically, the laughter of a man who had lost his mind a long time ago...
Jill Valentine
The artificial light that was provided in that small confided space that was supposed to somewhat resemble a city, began to grow dim. Vanessa and Jarred knew there wasn't much time left; and the idea of Winsor storming off, didn't make things any easier.
"What do we do now?" Vanessa asked, growing impatient from having to sit in such a small enclosed area.
"I don't know...Try to find a way out perhaps?"Jarred suggested.
Vanessa nodded and ran over to the walls, running her hands along them, hoping to find a switch, a gadget, a door, anything. But it was no use.
As if they would be that stupid to let us even have a chance to survive, let alone provide us with our own escape route!
Vanessa sighed, watching Jarred stumble to the corner of the room. In exhaustion he collapsed heavily against the wall, his head between his hands.
"Jarred? Are you okay?" Vanessa asked, looking and feeling very concerned for Jarred. When he did not respond, Vanessa knew it was a stupid question to ask.
Of course he isn't okay, he's locked in a secluded unknown area, to die...It's the key to a person's insanity for god's sake!
But she wasn't going to give up that easy. Walking over to the wooden platforms that formed the so called "city", she began to push them over, with the little strength she had left in her.
"Come on damn it, show me a way out of here!" she screamed attempting several more times to push over the city cut-outs. It was no use.
"I wouldn't bother trying to escape from her my dear! But never you worry, I have a surprise for you that is sure to occupy the rest of your...stay here. Which I doubt will last any longer."
The man's voice echoed through the speaker's that were positioned around the four corners of the room. It was Piers.
"You fucking asshole, why bear us the torture and just kill us yourself!?" Vanessa screamed back, spinning around whilst looking at the speakers. The speakers boomed with laughter in Pier's response.
"I like to play games," he interjected.
Without notice, two slots in the ground began to open; as two large cages emerged from the underground; revealing, what had appeared to be, two monstrous mutations.
Each of the cages were marked with "lickers" on the side, and Vanessa definitely knew what Piers was up to.
"Fuck!" she screamed, as the cage doors began to open. The two creatures hissed wildly, revealing a set of sharp, mounted teeth that lined the top and bottom of their purple gums; a sleek pinkish tongue that resembled that of a snake's emerging from their mouths.
"Jarred! Get up! It's those things! Jarred! Winsor!!!" Vanessa screamed.
Jarred didn't look up from his slouched position, and Winsor must of hid herself behind one of the wooden cut-outs; probably sulking.
"Someone fucking help me!"
Racing over to Jarred, who was slouched uncomfortably in the corner, she began to shake him, trying to revive his conscience, in the hopes he would get up to help her.
"Jarred, you've gotta get up! Please I need your help! Jarred please!" she pleaded. Jarred flinched his arm back, and Vanessa stumbled back down to the ground. Jarred refused to budge.
Vanessa, annoyed and hurt, raced off to find Winsor.
"Winsor!" she called.
"What do you want?! Didn't I tell you to leave me alone!?"
"We've got a problem."
"Of course we do, we've always got problems."
"Look!"
Winsor rolled her eyes, and peered out from behind the wooden stand; her eyes widening in fear as the two creatures slid towards them, in slow graceful movements. One of them leapt up to the roof, hanging upside down, hissing and snarling at Winsor and Vanessa as it looked down on them.
"Shit..." Winsor muttered. "Okay, you distract that one, and I distract...that one!"
Vanessa nodded.
"Hey! Why do I get the one that you know will hurt me first!" she remarked, looking at the one that was stationary on the ground.
Winsor smiled.
"What can I say?"
Vanessa snorted as she ran towards the direction of the other licker, glaring at it through dark eyes.
"Come and get me, you piece of shit!"
grabbing a wooden plank that had previously formed one of the cut outs she had knocked over earlier. Without hesitation, she slammed it down on the licker's head; hearing it screech in pain.
"Oh shit, I think I really pissed this one off!"
"Shut up and keep hitting it!" she heard Winsor suggest.
"Okay.."
Raising up the plank of wood once more, she brought it down on the licker's back, not giving it a chance to get up and move. She repeated this several times, until she estimated that it were either critically injured, or dead.
"Damn, 12 hits, this is sure to give me a workout." Vanessa breathed as she turned around to find the other licker on top of Winsor.
"Winsor, you're supposed to kill it, not sexually provoke it!" Vanessa remarked sarcastically. It was probably the funniest thing she'd said since this whole incident occurred.
"Fucking hell Vanessa, just get this thing off me!" she murmured from under the mutation's sleek body.
"Okay, just don't blame me if you get a black eye."
Aiming the wooden plank like a golf club to a golf ball, she swung it back, resulting in the creature flying off Winsor and slamming up against the wall. It was a good hit, she seemed to of at least injured it, quite badly. Winsor got up and approached the creature, kicking it repeatedly until she rendered it to be dead. Vanessa stood back and watched.
When Vanessa was sure that both creatures were down, she raced over to Jarred and put her arms around him. She gently ran her fingers through his hair, and kissed his head.
"It's gonna be okay, I swear to you, it'll be alright. We're gonna get outta here, okay?"
Claire Redfield
Winsor growled at Jarred. He was still unconscious and to her still useless. She started to walk away when Vanessa grabbed her arm. Winsor turned her angry gaze at her.
"Are you fucking insane!? If you leave, you'll die or worse," Vanessa yelled at her.
"As long as you are not with me," Winsor snapped. She tugged at her arm, but Vanessa didn't let go.
"I thought you had changed! You stupid bitch! Why are you so damn ignorant when people help you?! You are driving everyone insane!"
"No, I didn't do that. You people did that to yourselves. You keep believing in hope. You
are hope."
"Then what are you? No, I know what you are. You are an unforgiving jackass. You diss everyone. Here I thought there was hope for, but I was wrong and so was Nathan."
That was it. The very last comment was all it took for Winsor to lose her control. She elbowed Vanessa in the gut and she let go. But Winsor wanted to hurt her more. She swung her arm at Vanessa and hit her face. Vanessa fell to the floor next to Jarred. Her gun slid across the floor away from her. She was defenseless.
The next thing that happened was just shocking. Winsor held her at gunpoint, glaring at her. She couldn't take it, the anger so strong. She felt more powerful than ever.
Vanessa looked up at her in fear. She had a nosebleed that was already at her bottom lip. Winsor slowly felt the anger drift away.
My god....I have a chance to kill her.
Suddenly, a voice told her to stop. It sounded like Nathan, coolly reminding her of what she really was. A person who was shunned over the years from everyone and now people were there trying to help her and she was pushing them away. She had lost hope.
Vanessa continued to stare in fear as Winsor put the gun down. "I have always hurt people verbally. This is the first time I ever killed hope."
She just stared at Vanessa and then walked to the wall fifteen feet away from Jarred. She leaned against it wondering if she could revive her hope.
City of the Dead
What was once a quiet city in the Colorado mountains, a city that was barely even on the map, has now become the center of focus for the entire nation. People all around the country tuned in to find news of the city scattered on every channel. No one knew the whole story, no one knew of anything that had been transpiring in the city of Gaines, no one knew of the innocent citizens being turned into flesh eating zombies by a biological weapon orchestrated by the Blair corporation and rogue elements of it's partner company, Isis. The story was just breaking and information about the incident was kept under wraps, but so far, it was already on every channel...
ABC
What we understood to have as a disturbance in a relatively unknown city in Colorado, has escalated into a full-fledged biological outbreak.
NBC
The details are sketchy but we understand that a city called Gaines in the mountains of Colorado, some kind of chemical spill or viral outbreak has prompted the U.S. military to take action and quarantine the city...
CNN
We are standing out here at the barricades outside of Gaines, Colorado where just miles down the road, a chemical spill has affected the entire city, now, we haven't been given details about the cause of the spill, but we do know that the city lost communication with the outside world days ago and a large explosion was heard within the town just last night.
FOX
A media press conference will soon be held right here at the barricades just outside of Gaines Colorado, where we all know has become a site of viral contamination, the officers in charge of handling the quarantine will supply us with more details and information on the state of the town, its citizens, and what they are doing to solve the problem.
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Nathan crawled out of the darkened tunnel that he had used as a getaway from the Judgment. It went on a long way, evidently going through the whole factory.
He took in his surroundings. He found himself in a huge open concreted area, the magnificent forested mountains of Gaines could be seen behind the pipes and large machinery, showering the landscape with a beautiful green. The tunnel had apparently let out at, what he could only describe as a chemical field. Silver metal bridges crossed over huge pits of strange fluids, pits that must have dropped at least fifty feet. He followed the bridge along, crossing large holes that dropped off into vats of multi-colored fluid.
Heh, what do you know? This is where Blair's pharmaceutical products were stored, made, or whatever.
The thought of Blair being a company with intents to help people made him want to puke. Pharmaceutical companies make medicines for the sick, and research ways to make life better. And look at what Blair has done to Gaines, and everyone in it, the company was a paradox. He still didn't know the whole story with Isis, as far as he could tell, Isis was playing by the rules all along, only making a substance designed to help people, or at least, that's what Keel had told them.
Keel, I wonder if he's okay, if he made it out.
Nathan remembered the soldier's generosity. Keel knew they didn't trust him, and he kept his word, he helped everyone the best way he could. Apparently, Isis had a few rogues that were working with Blair all along, explains how they got a hold of Isis' new miracle drug that was going to save the world from disease.
It had been about two or three days since Ryan had told them the story Keel told to him, or was it more? The days and nights were all blurred together into one big nightmare.
Nathan continued to walk until the winding metal bridge let off at a concreted area the size of a football field. Markings on the ground read "Emergency Elevator, Evacuation parking garage"
"Parking garage eh? Well, driving out of here isn't the most dramatic method of escape, but its one nonetheless," Nathan mumbled to himself.
He ran through the cemented field all the way to the elevator to make sure it was working properly.
"SHIT," Nathan yelled as he threw the switch to the elevator.
The power to the lift was off, it had to be restored.
Oh well, someone has to do it. I'll set the power, find the others, throw Piers in some hydrochloric acid, and we'll all leave through there.
Nathan made a mental map of the surrounding area before leaving to find another way into the main factory, and hopefully avoiding, Judgment...
Winsor stared off into space, her spirits completely drained, she didn't even know if fighting this hard was worth living, she had been brought nothing but misery and stress ever since she joined up with the other survivors, but then again, her whole life wasn't exactly a bowl of cherries either.
Vanessa wiped the blood from her nose, tears forming in her eyes, everything was falling apart, Jarred, one of her only motivations to escape and to live, had clearly lost all hope, and Winsor who Vanessa thought was opening up and becoming more of a friend, had turned out to be a disappointment. Nathan, Ryan, David, Alex, John, and Dwayne were all gone.
"Vanessa?" Jarred said in a saddened calm voice.
"What is it?" she asked him.
"I love you," he said.
"No, don't say that, we're going to get out of here, we have too, we..." She was interrupted.
"Its over Vanessa...There's no more reason to fight, we're not going anywhere, we wandered into the lion's den with all the confidence in the world, and that was our mistake," Jarred muttered.
"N..No...Please don't say that," Vanessa said, beginning to cry.
"I'm sorry, but we failed," he said, he had completely given up.
"No Jarred, your all I have now, the only thing that means anything to me, please, please, don't do this to me," she sobbed.
"I love you Vanessa," he said again.
Vanessa jumped up and ran away down the fake city street, she couldn't bear to see Jarred like that, she remembered how he had always encouraged her and kept her spirits up, even in the worst of situations, and now, the fire that had driven him this far, had gone out. She had no idea what to do, and for the first time since this whole mess began, she felt alone...
"Dwayne," a familiar voice called.
He turned to see John, David, and Alex, finally, he had found someone.
"Hey guys," Dwayne said.
"What happened to the others?" John asked.
"Well, Jarred, Winsor, and Vanessa are still trapped in the testing grounds as far as I know, we have to get them out of there, I've been trying to find a way there but I haven't located it yet," Dwayne said.
"The testing grounds? I know where that's it, I can take us there, come on," David said, surprised he was actually going along with the plan, it didn't really matter, but he had gotten bored walking around the factory with no real purpose.
David took the lead and directed them down one of the long winding hallways, the testing grounds were on the other side of the factory, he remembered when he saw them, the place was a city model. He remembered that once the doors were shut, the only way out was through the ventilation pipes, which were probably well hidden around the city model.
Doesn't really matter, Piers has probably already bombarded them with as many bio weapons as it takes to finish them off, the only thing we'll find when we get there is a fresh pile of mutilated corpses.
All of a sudden, gunshots erupted up through the hall, one ricocheting off the wall a few feet in front of David's head. Everyone ducked and drew their weapons. The shooter was just around the corner, David snuck up, hugging the wall, then in an instant, he jumped out and aimed at a person standing there.
"HOLD YOUR FIRE!!!!" The person yelled.
It was Ryan, David put his gun away as Ryan came up to everyone.
"You guys are here?" Ryan said. "Where are the others?"
"We're going to go get them now," John said.
"Dwayne???" Ryan asked, a little bit confused.
"Yeah, hey Ryan," Dwayne waved.
"I didn't know you were alive, it's good to see you," Ryan said.
"Same here man," Dwayne replied.
"Alright, let's go," David said taking lead once again, proceeding down the hall Ryan was firing at them from.
Ryan was overjoyed to see that the others were still alive and well, and even more glad to see that Dwayne was there, he never really talked to him all that much, just a few quick conversations and greetings, but it was still good to see that someone else had survived the nightmare Gaines had become.
"Oh guys, I forgot to tell you something, you may not like it to much," David said.
"What is it?" Ryan asked.
"Well, in order for us to access the testing grounds, we're going to have to make our way through the uh...um...holding area," David said.
"Holding area? As in, where all the goddamn freaks of nature are kept?" Dwayne asked.
"Yeah and chances are, in these conditions, the creatures have all escaped, so we're going to want to stick to the catwalks that are hanging from the ceiling, and we should be fine, there actually may not be anything to worry about if all the creatures have escaped and ventured into other areas," David said.
"Jesus Christ," Alex whispered.
"Alright, lead on David," John said.
If things couldn't get any worse, now they had to all go through the monsters' fucking playpens. But their friends were in danger, and they would go through anything to help them...