Chapter 2 Child of the virus
Rebecca walked slowly out of the hall into the lobby of the building. There was a door next to the guard's desk, on it where the words, 'employees only' this seemed to be a good place to start looking for answers even though she didn't quite know what the questions where.
Inside the room was a typical office setup, a maze of cubicles and executive offices at the back and to the left of the room was an open door with stairs. As Rebecca walked through the narrow walkways crated by the cubicles, she realized that all of them where empty except for one that was just past the open door. She wondered why this unfortunate soul had decided to stay here rather than attempt to flee but then she thought it best to investigate this incase he had come here for a reason. As she neared the cubicle, she noticed that the arm she had seen on the flour sticking out of the cubicle entrance was a women's arm but as she reached the entrance she stumbled back slightly. The arm lay there unattached to a body, "this can't be good." Rebecca mumbled to herself before looking around the cubicle for anything useful.
As she gave the square enclosure a cursory glance, she noted that the standard issue computer seat was covered with claw marks, as was the rest of the cubicle. She looked through the drawers of the small desk and came across a diary, most likely the property of the dead women that worked here.
She opened the diary at the most resent entries, 'June 20, I just started my new job in the marketing department of Tyron Laboratories Inc today, everyone was very nice except for Dr Grim, the head of Research & Development. Everyone said I shouldn't take it personally but to just walk past someone like that was just rood but I don't have to work with him so it doesn't really matter. Well I'd best get some work done, bye. June 24, Met my boss today for the first time, Dr Marcus, apparently he is the son of James Marcus. Before he disappeared, he was some sort of scientist for Umbrella; I heard some roamers that he used to experiments on people. Hey, I wonder if Dr Marcus is trying to continue his fathers work.no that's ridiculous he'd have to be crazy to do something like that, I have to go now see you soon. June 28, It looks like it wasn't so ridiculous after all, I've been running for hours and I'm not convinced I lost it. I know there was something strange about that guy, Marcus. Well it doesn't matter now that thing is probably right outside. Mama always said look on the bright side, when its done with me there won't be enough left of me to become a zombie, that's a good thing I guess.'
Rebecca looked at the severed arm on the floor, "what a waist. Marcus.you twisted monster where are you?" she asked. Then she heard a cubicle wall fall over and something with clawed feet walk towards her. She ducked down and readied her combat knife, a light to her left flickered and shone brighter for a second and an inhuman shadow was cast on the flour in front of the cubicle. Rebecca only got a glimpse at it but it was enough to tell her that her knife would be little help. It was then that she slowly began opening a drawer she hadn't checked yet in the hopes that it may contain a more effective weapon.
By some miracle, she felt what seemed like a gun and as she removed the object from the drawer her face light up, it was a Magnum, a weapon that had been proven effective against her foe. As she removed the gun from the drawer it scraped against the wood making a sound that was just loud enough for the creature to hear, it realest a surprised growl like sound and moved to the source. It put one claw on the edge of the entrance of the cubicle and then suddenly Rebecca leaped out of it releasing one shot at the creature. It reeled back in pain as the bullet slammed into its shoulder and as Rebecca lifted herself from the flour, she realized that she had failed to kill the creature. Now she was less than a foot away from a particularly angry hunter, if hunters where capable of being angry, it slashed at her just as she forced herself away from the irate mutation.
Rebecca had taken another, better aimed; shot at the reptilian weapon and this time the bullet imbedded its self-deep in the monsters right temple. She hadn't felt the hunter's claws tare at her flesh until after she had calmed down and the adrenaline had worn off. It was only a scratch across her stomach that wasn't deep enough to even leave a scar but still Rebecca was angry with herself for being so careless. She waited for a moment incase there where more hunters in the area, when she was satisfied that there where none she pick herself up and went to the open door.
At the bottom of the stairs were a laboratory and the glass tubes that once contained the monsters that now roam the streets of New Raccoon City. As Rebecca walked down the stairs her footsteps made each step clink loudly but there was no reaction so she was glad of the nose; it was assuring her that the room was empty. When she reached the bottom she realized that the tanks where all occupied, "if they didn't come from here then where did he keep the ones in the city?" Rebecca asked herself, not shore she wanted to know the answer.
At the far wall of the lab, she saw wrighting on it and as she walked towards it, something out of place distracted her. In a tank, that was no different from the others, was a little girl that seemed completely human. The fact that this girl was normal was what made her seem out of place, as everything else that was in the lab was mutated beyond recognition. Rebecca shook her head as she continued to the wall on it where the words 'eternal tyrant' that seemed strange to her, "what's this all about?" she asked as she felt the wall for secret doors or the like.
She was about to give up when a note pad cot her eye, "reminder: the gaits of hell open to the one with the word of power. That word is the name of the tyrannical master." She read from the pad and turned back to the wall. She traced the first 'T' on the word tyrant and a keyboard slide out from under the table the pad was on, "tyrannical master, who could that, be? Wait.Tyron of coarse, that ego maniac wouldn't use anything else as a password!" Rebecca exclaimed as the realization swept over her, and after she typed in Tyron's name and pressed enter the wall opened.
Elsewhere.
Tyron had been flying over the city for some time now, occasionally landing on a building to take in the sights of the city. It was night and his new eyes aloud him to see everything without the luxury of light, "I do so hope that Miss Chambers is enjoying the night as much as I am. However, I am getting rather board with all this." he said to himself. He took to the air again and decided to go back to his lab to see how his latest experiment was progressing.
On his way back he noticed a car moving hastily down the street, "oh good, I was hopping to find more survivors." Tyron stated as he swept in front of the speeding car and made the driver swerve and crash into a lap post. Tyron smiled to himself as the driver staggered out of the car, he was a semi-young looking man with light brown eyes and light brown hair. He wore a T-shirt with a logo on it, the logo was indistinguishable because his T- shirt was torn and slightly bloodstained. He also wore a pair of plain blue jeans and a baseball cape. As far as his build was concerned, he was slightly above average, "that was a nasty accident." Tyron said, smiling at his snide comment.
The man leaned against the car and scowled at Tyron; "so you alien bastards finely got your selves a sense of humor. Well you all can kiss my ass cause there ain't no way in hell I'm gone let you probe me." He said, and Tyron couldn't decide what was more amusing the fact that this hick believed he was an alien or that he could somehow stop him from doing anything to him.
Yes, this was a good chance for Tyron to pound some sense into the undereducated fool and have fun at the same time, "really, you stupid country bumpkin? Moreover, how pray tell do you intend to stop me from, not probing you but rather, eviscerating you?" Tyron asked before feeling a shotgun barrel against his chest, "I may be a country bumpkin.but I ain't stupid." The man said before Tyron was shunted back by the impact of the shotgun shell. The unidentified man's expression quickly changed when Tyron raised his head and glared at him, "I beg to differ." Tyron said as he got to his feet with no real effort.
The shotgun again found it's self-pointing at the creature but all confidence in the weapon had left its owner, "can't waist the ammo.gotta get out of here fast." Tyron smiled slightly as he realized that his pray was trying to devise an escape plan. Before any plausible ideas entered his head the man's thoughts where interrupted by Tyron's chest parting slightly in the center and a long 'thing' squelching out of the opening. Then suddenly it stabbed its self into his shoulder and in an instant the shotgun pointed at the opening in Tyron's chest and went off. This time the wound was deeper and considerably more painful, "AH.blasted human!" Tyron screamed as he saw the, as yet, unidentified man run as fast as he could in the direction of the local schoolhouse.
At the lab.
Rebecca stepped back as the secret door opened, behind it was a curricular room with three empty tanks in it. To the left of the room was a desk with a computer on it, "maybe I can find out why these tanks where hidden." Rebecca said to herself, not eager to know what was so horrible that Tyron felt it necessary to hid it from people that where working on creatures like that Hunter.
She turned the computer on, it flickered slightly and a menu window appeared on the screen. On the menu where five options, 'Juggernaut', 'Lockjaw', 'Mastermind' and 'personal notes'. Rebecca read the options and clicked on the 'personal notes' option, and a new window appeared and on it read, "From my research on the mother virus and its products, namely the T- virus, G-virus, T-Veronica virus etc. I have concluded that if combined in one host an uncontrollable mutation would occur but if the viruses are combined in a controlled environment, in a certain order the mutation is quit controllable.
From my father's work with the mimetic leech or to be more specific, the hive mentality they exhibited. I concluded that buy isolating the genes that control that trait I could be successful with, the now dismissed, cloning technique I could create two new creatures that I could control through telepathy. This would mean that if they possessed the intelligence of a zombie they would still be useful weapons." Rebecca stopped reading when she realized that Tyron had succeeded in his plans and that one of these new monsters could be nearby.
There was a crash from the lab, Rebecca slammed herself against the wall and inched her way to the door. She took a deep breath and peered down the lab, there she saw that the tank that once held the girl was broken. A creature that vaguely resembled the girl stood staring at something on a table close to the tank that she had mist. It picked the object up, pushed a button on a nearby computer, the disc-drive opened, and the creature placed the object in it.
Rebecca took a chance and ran for one of the tanks and hid behind it, "what is that thing?" she asked as she got a good look at the creature. It hid the girl's lower body and legs but its arms where raged, muscular and slightly longer than the girl's full height. Its shoulders where huge and had bones sticking out of them and under each arm was an eye that bulged out of the sides of its body. The creatures head was unchanged, but its eyes where an unnaturally bright green that seemed to leave a light trail when it moved its head.
The screen of the computer flashed on and Tyron's head was visible on the screen, "if you are watching this then my experiment was a success. You are the product of a modified version of a mutagenic virus called the G- virus, which means you will continue to mutate until your body has reached its maximum evolution. Therefor, I urge you to take advantage of each form you find yourself in and remember.you are doing this for science." Tyron's message ended and the creature stood still, apparently trying to take in the things that where said on the message, "so I'm one of them." it said blankly.
A smiled slowly formed on the creatures face, "well now what to do? I know.look for something to kill." The creature began to laugh softly then it began to fold in on its self and the laughter grow louder until it suddenly snapped its head back and fell to its knees. By this time the laughter was a loud cackling that had no trace of sanity in it what so ever, just then Rebecca's hand slipped and her foot hit the ground hared when she stopped herself from falling. The one of the huge eyes on the creature's body darted to the source of the sound, Rebecca had managed to get behind the tank before the eye had a chance to focus.
At the school building.
The school was empty, classes had been canceled because of the outbreak, and the her-to-unidentified man walked slowly through the halls of the school. He sat for a moment to examine his shoulder, it was inflamed and itched a little but other than that, it didn't seem to bad, "is someone there?" a voice asked from down the hall. A short bold man with a bad wig waddled down the down the hall holding a blunt knife, probably a letter opener, "who are you?" he asked, he seemed a little to cam given the circumstances.
He stopped a foot or two from the now standing man, "Bob Saps.and you?" he replied and the other man paused to catch his breath, "Todd Davis, pleased to meet you." Davis extended his hand and then pooled it back when Saps didn't reciprocate, "so are you the only one here?" Saps asked and Davis nodded once to indicate that he was the only one that was alive, in the building.
Back at the lab.
Rebecca could feel beads of sweat forming on her forehead, the creature's head darted from side to side trying to locate the source of the sound. It walked slowly to the tank, which Rebecca was behind then it stopped and turned to the entrance of the secret room. It entered the room and went to the computer that Rebecca had left on. Rebecca had managed to remain hidden as the creature past, "what's it doing?" she whispered to her self as she peered in the room, the magnum clutched tightly in her hand.
The creature had entered the menu option 'Juggernaut' and was reading the information window aloud, "tyrant type T-100, code-name: Juggernaut. The Juggernaut is a combination of the original Prototype Tyrant, the tyrant type T-004 (Mr. X) and the Nemesis. The regenerative capabilities of Mr. X and the mutative capabilities of the Nemesis created combat enhancement abilities in the Juggernaut. This means that if, for example, one of the arms of the Juggernaut where severed then the arm would be regenerated with an enhancement like increased strength in that arm that would eventually mutate the other arm to match. The Prototype Tyrant was used as a template for the Juggernaut but do to the mutative qualities of the Nemesis it will, in time, mutate to a more efficient weapon. The Juggernaut has almost no weaknesses except for a weakness to extremly corrosive acids, like the type secreted by the newly developed B.O.W, code- name: Melter." The creature stopped reading, exited the lab and never bothered to continue looking for the source of the mysteries sound.
After the creature had left, Rebecca decided to forget about reading the last two files and concentrate on finding a way out of the city. She turned to leave the lab, giving the three tanks a parting glance. Her mind began conjuring up images of what this thing called the Juggernaut would look like and trying not to think about what could have been in the other two tanks.
Later at the school.
The two men had arrived at the principle's office, "this is my office, we can stay here until we can figure out a way to escape this damn city." Davie stated as he unlocked the door. Saps had been looking up and down the hall, partly looking for zombies and partly looking for blood stains, "so how come this place isn't splattered with blood and guts like the rest of the city?" Saps asked as he followed the shorter man into his office.
Davis looked at him, apparently wondering the same thing, "well I don't know but I guess it's because I'm the only one here. With no people to eat why would those monsters come here?" Saps thought about that for a moment and not being able to think of a better explanation excepted that it was the answer and began thinking of an escape plan.
At the entrance to the school, the green-eyed creature that Tyron had named Tormentum stood examining the door that was chained shut on the other side. She pooled back one of her mutated arms, punched a hole in the thick door, and tore the chains and handles of the doors apart. She entered the hallway and noticed that the building was clean, there was no blood on the walls or any sine that anyone had dead or been killed in the hallway. This was a bit of a disappointment, Tor had planed to test her new body on the creatures that she found here but then a smell entered her nostrils, living flesh.
Just as she was going to enter the school she heard a familiar groaning sound from behind her, five zombies where slowly lurching towards her. This was odd, the zombies that littered the streets had paid her no mind on the way here then she realized that they could smell the survivors as well. Tor couldn't let these undead monsters ruin her chance to test her new powers on living subjects; "hmm.that might be interesting." Tor said to herself when one of her huge eyes spotted a fire axe on the wall behind her. She broke the axe's case, with one mutated hand decapitated a zombie, and then cut another in two across its waist.
On the roof of the school Tyron watched as his creation slaughtered the last of the undead and then walk calmly into the building with the bloody axe firmly in hand. A feeling of accomplishment swept over him as he landed on the ground where the, still twitching, zombies lay, "a success, so far" he stated before entering the school.
Rebecca walked slowly out of the hall into the lobby of the building. There was a door next to the guard's desk, on it where the words, 'employees only' this seemed to be a good place to start looking for answers even though she didn't quite know what the questions where.
Inside the room was a typical office setup, a maze of cubicles and executive offices at the back and to the left of the room was an open door with stairs. As Rebecca walked through the narrow walkways crated by the cubicles, she realized that all of them where empty except for one that was just past the open door. She wondered why this unfortunate soul had decided to stay here rather than attempt to flee but then she thought it best to investigate this incase he had come here for a reason. As she neared the cubicle, she noticed that the arm she had seen on the flour sticking out of the cubicle entrance was a women's arm but as she reached the entrance she stumbled back slightly. The arm lay there unattached to a body, "this can't be good." Rebecca mumbled to herself before looking around the cubicle for anything useful.
As she gave the square enclosure a cursory glance, she noted that the standard issue computer seat was covered with claw marks, as was the rest of the cubicle. She looked through the drawers of the small desk and came across a diary, most likely the property of the dead women that worked here.
She opened the diary at the most resent entries, 'June 20, I just started my new job in the marketing department of Tyron Laboratories Inc today, everyone was very nice except for Dr Grim, the head of Research & Development. Everyone said I shouldn't take it personally but to just walk past someone like that was just rood but I don't have to work with him so it doesn't really matter. Well I'd best get some work done, bye. June 24, Met my boss today for the first time, Dr Marcus, apparently he is the son of James Marcus. Before he disappeared, he was some sort of scientist for Umbrella; I heard some roamers that he used to experiments on people. Hey, I wonder if Dr Marcus is trying to continue his fathers work.no that's ridiculous he'd have to be crazy to do something like that, I have to go now see you soon. June 28, It looks like it wasn't so ridiculous after all, I've been running for hours and I'm not convinced I lost it. I know there was something strange about that guy, Marcus. Well it doesn't matter now that thing is probably right outside. Mama always said look on the bright side, when its done with me there won't be enough left of me to become a zombie, that's a good thing I guess.'
Rebecca looked at the severed arm on the floor, "what a waist. Marcus.you twisted monster where are you?" she asked. Then she heard a cubicle wall fall over and something with clawed feet walk towards her. She ducked down and readied her combat knife, a light to her left flickered and shone brighter for a second and an inhuman shadow was cast on the flour in front of the cubicle. Rebecca only got a glimpse at it but it was enough to tell her that her knife would be little help. It was then that she slowly began opening a drawer she hadn't checked yet in the hopes that it may contain a more effective weapon.
By some miracle, she felt what seemed like a gun and as she removed the object from the drawer her face light up, it was a Magnum, a weapon that had been proven effective against her foe. As she removed the gun from the drawer it scraped against the wood making a sound that was just loud enough for the creature to hear, it realest a surprised growl like sound and moved to the source. It put one claw on the edge of the entrance of the cubicle and then suddenly Rebecca leaped out of it releasing one shot at the creature. It reeled back in pain as the bullet slammed into its shoulder and as Rebecca lifted herself from the flour, she realized that she had failed to kill the creature. Now she was less than a foot away from a particularly angry hunter, if hunters where capable of being angry, it slashed at her just as she forced herself away from the irate mutation.
Rebecca had taken another, better aimed; shot at the reptilian weapon and this time the bullet imbedded its self-deep in the monsters right temple. She hadn't felt the hunter's claws tare at her flesh until after she had calmed down and the adrenaline had worn off. It was only a scratch across her stomach that wasn't deep enough to even leave a scar but still Rebecca was angry with herself for being so careless. She waited for a moment incase there where more hunters in the area, when she was satisfied that there where none she pick herself up and went to the open door.
At the bottom of the stairs were a laboratory and the glass tubes that once contained the monsters that now roam the streets of New Raccoon City. As Rebecca walked down the stairs her footsteps made each step clink loudly but there was no reaction so she was glad of the nose; it was assuring her that the room was empty. When she reached the bottom she realized that the tanks where all occupied, "if they didn't come from here then where did he keep the ones in the city?" Rebecca asked herself, not shore she wanted to know the answer.
At the far wall of the lab, she saw wrighting on it and as she walked towards it, something out of place distracted her. In a tank, that was no different from the others, was a little girl that seemed completely human. The fact that this girl was normal was what made her seem out of place, as everything else that was in the lab was mutated beyond recognition. Rebecca shook her head as she continued to the wall on it where the words 'eternal tyrant' that seemed strange to her, "what's this all about?" she asked as she felt the wall for secret doors or the like.
She was about to give up when a note pad cot her eye, "reminder: the gaits of hell open to the one with the word of power. That word is the name of the tyrannical master." She read from the pad and turned back to the wall. She traced the first 'T' on the word tyrant and a keyboard slide out from under the table the pad was on, "tyrannical master, who could that, be? Wait.Tyron of coarse, that ego maniac wouldn't use anything else as a password!" Rebecca exclaimed as the realization swept over her, and after she typed in Tyron's name and pressed enter the wall opened.
Elsewhere.
Tyron had been flying over the city for some time now, occasionally landing on a building to take in the sights of the city. It was night and his new eyes aloud him to see everything without the luxury of light, "I do so hope that Miss Chambers is enjoying the night as much as I am. However, I am getting rather board with all this." he said to himself. He took to the air again and decided to go back to his lab to see how his latest experiment was progressing.
On his way back he noticed a car moving hastily down the street, "oh good, I was hopping to find more survivors." Tyron stated as he swept in front of the speeding car and made the driver swerve and crash into a lap post. Tyron smiled to himself as the driver staggered out of the car, he was a semi-young looking man with light brown eyes and light brown hair. He wore a T-shirt with a logo on it, the logo was indistinguishable because his T- shirt was torn and slightly bloodstained. He also wore a pair of plain blue jeans and a baseball cape. As far as his build was concerned, he was slightly above average, "that was a nasty accident." Tyron said, smiling at his snide comment.
The man leaned against the car and scowled at Tyron; "so you alien bastards finely got your selves a sense of humor. Well you all can kiss my ass cause there ain't no way in hell I'm gone let you probe me." He said, and Tyron couldn't decide what was more amusing the fact that this hick believed he was an alien or that he could somehow stop him from doing anything to him.
Yes, this was a good chance for Tyron to pound some sense into the undereducated fool and have fun at the same time, "really, you stupid country bumpkin? Moreover, how pray tell do you intend to stop me from, not probing you but rather, eviscerating you?" Tyron asked before feeling a shotgun barrel against his chest, "I may be a country bumpkin.but I ain't stupid." The man said before Tyron was shunted back by the impact of the shotgun shell. The unidentified man's expression quickly changed when Tyron raised his head and glared at him, "I beg to differ." Tyron said as he got to his feet with no real effort.
The shotgun again found it's self-pointing at the creature but all confidence in the weapon had left its owner, "can't waist the ammo.gotta get out of here fast." Tyron smiled slightly as he realized that his pray was trying to devise an escape plan. Before any plausible ideas entered his head the man's thoughts where interrupted by Tyron's chest parting slightly in the center and a long 'thing' squelching out of the opening. Then suddenly it stabbed its self into his shoulder and in an instant the shotgun pointed at the opening in Tyron's chest and went off. This time the wound was deeper and considerably more painful, "AH.blasted human!" Tyron screamed as he saw the, as yet, unidentified man run as fast as he could in the direction of the local schoolhouse.
At the lab.
Rebecca stepped back as the secret door opened, behind it was a curricular room with three empty tanks in it. To the left of the room was a desk with a computer on it, "maybe I can find out why these tanks where hidden." Rebecca said to herself, not eager to know what was so horrible that Tyron felt it necessary to hid it from people that where working on creatures like that Hunter.
She turned the computer on, it flickered slightly and a menu window appeared on the screen. On the menu where five options, 'Juggernaut', 'Lockjaw', 'Mastermind' and 'personal notes'. Rebecca read the options and clicked on the 'personal notes' option, and a new window appeared and on it read, "From my research on the mother virus and its products, namely the T- virus, G-virus, T-Veronica virus etc. I have concluded that if combined in one host an uncontrollable mutation would occur but if the viruses are combined in a controlled environment, in a certain order the mutation is quit controllable.
From my father's work with the mimetic leech or to be more specific, the hive mentality they exhibited. I concluded that buy isolating the genes that control that trait I could be successful with, the now dismissed, cloning technique I could create two new creatures that I could control through telepathy. This would mean that if they possessed the intelligence of a zombie they would still be useful weapons." Rebecca stopped reading when she realized that Tyron had succeeded in his plans and that one of these new monsters could be nearby.
There was a crash from the lab, Rebecca slammed herself against the wall and inched her way to the door. She took a deep breath and peered down the lab, there she saw that the tank that once held the girl was broken. A creature that vaguely resembled the girl stood staring at something on a table close to the tank that she had mist. It picked the object up, pushed a button on a nearby computer, the disc-drive opened, and the creature placed the object in it.
Rebecca took a chance and ran for one of the tanks and hid behind it, "what is that thing?" she asked as she got a good look at the creature. It hid the girl's lower body and legs but its arms where raged, muscular and slightly longer than the girl's full height. Its shoulders where huge and had bones sticking out of them and under each arm was an eye that bulged out of the sides of its body. The creatures head was unchanged, but its eyes where an unnaturally bright green that seemed to leave a light trail when it moved its head.
The screen of the computer flashed on and Tyron's head was visible on the screen, "if you are watching this then my experiment was a success. You are the product of a modified version of a mutagenic virus called the G- virus, which means you will continue to mutate until your body has reached its maximum evolution. Therefor, I urge you to take advantage of each form you find yourself in and remember.you are doing this for science." Tyron's message ended and the creature stood still, apparently trying to take in the things that where said on the message, "so I'm one of them." it said blankly.
A smiled slowly formed on the creatures face, "well now what to do? I know.look for something to kill." The creature began to laugh softly then it began to fold in on its self and the laughter grow louder until it suddenly snapped its head back and fell to its knees. By this time the laughter was a loud cackling that had no trace of sanity in it what so ever, just then Rebecca's hand slipped and her foot hit the ground hared when she stopped herself from falling. The one of the huge eyes on the creature's body darted to the source of the sound, Rebecca had managed to get behind the tank before the eye had a chance to focus.
At the school building.
The school was empty, classes had been canceled because of the outbreak, and the her-to-unidentified man walked slowly through the halls of the school. He sat for a moment to examine his shoulder, it was inflamed and itched a little but other than that, it didn't seem to bad, "is someone there?" a voice asked from down the hall. A short bold man with a bad wig waddled down the down the hall holding a blunt knife, probably a letter opener, "who are you?" he asked, he seemed a little to cam given the circumstances.
He stopped a foot or two from the now standing man, "Bob Saps.and you?" he replied and the other man paused to catch his breath, "Todd Davis, pleased to meet you." Davis extended his hand and then pooled it back when Saps didn't reciprocate, "so are you the only one here?" Saps asked and Davis nodded once to indicate that he was the only one that was alive, in the building.
Back at the lab.
Rebecca could feel beads of sweat forming on her forehead, the creature's head darted from side to side trying to locate the source of the sound. It walked slowly to the tank, which Rebecca was behind then it stopped and turned to the entrance of the secret room. It entered the room and went to the computer that Rebecca had left on. Rebecca had managed to remain hidden as the creature past, "what's it doing?" she whispered to her self as she peered in the room, the magnum clutched tightly in her hand.
The creature had entered the menu option 'Juggernaut' and was reading the information window aloud, "tyrant type T-100, code-name: Juggernaut. The Juggernaut is a combination of the original Prototype Tyrant, the tyrant type T-004 (Mr. X) and the Nemesis. The regenerative capabilities of Mr. X and the mutative capabilities of the Nemesis created combat enhancement abilities in the Juggernaut. This means that if, for example, one of the arms of the Juggernaut where severed then the arm would be regenerated with an enhancement like increased strength in that arm that would eventually mutate the other arm to match. The Prototype Tyrant was used as a template for the Juggernaut but do to the mutative qualities of the Nemesis it will, in time, mutate to a more efficient weapon. The Juggernaut has almost no weaknesses except for a weakness to extremly corrosive acids, like the type secreted by the newly developed B.O.W, code- name: Melter." The creature stopped reading, exited the lab and never bothered to continue looking for the source of the mysteries sound.
After the creature had left, Rebecca decided to forget about reading the last two files and concentrate on finding a way out of the city. She turned to leave the lab, giving the three tanks a parting glance. Her mind began conjuring up images of what this thing called the Juggernaut would look like and trying not to think about what could have been in the other two tanks.
Later at the school.
The two men had arrived at the principle's office, "this is my office, we can stay here until we can figure out a way to escape this damn city." Davie stated as he unlocked the door. Saps had been looking up and down the hall, partly looking for zombies and partly looking for blood stains, "so how come this place isn't splattered with blood and guts like the rest of the city?" Saps asked as he followed the shorter man into his office.
Davis looked at him, apparently wondering the same thing, "well I don't know but I guess it's because I'm the only one here. With no people to eat why would those monsters come here?" Saps thought about that for a moment and not being able to think of a better explanation excepted that it was the answer and began thinking of an escape plan.
At the entrance to the school, the green-eyed creature that Tyron had named Tormentum stood examining the door that was chained shut on the other side. She pooled back one of her mutated arms, punched a hole in the thick door, and tore the chains and handles of the doors apart. She entered the hallway and noticed that the building was clean, there was no blood on the walls or any sine that anyone had dead or been killed in the hallway. This was a bit of a disappointment, Tor had planed to test her new body on the creatures that she found here but then a smell entered her nostrils, living flesh.
Just as she was going to enter the school she heard a familiar groaning sound from behind her, five zombies where slowly lurching towards her. This was odd, the zombies that littered the streets had paid her no mind on the way here then she realized that they could smell the survivors as well. Tor couldn't let these undead monsters ruin her chance to test her new powers on living subjects; "hmm.that might be interesting." Tor said to herself when one of her huge eyes spotted a fire axe on the wall behind her. She broke the axe's case, with one mutated hand decapitated a zombie, and then cut another in two across its waist.
On the roof of the school Tyron watched as his creation slaughtered the last of the undead and then walk calmly into the building with the bloody axe firmly in hand. A feeling of accomplishment swept over him as he landed on the ground where the, still twitching, zombies lay, "a success, so far" he stated before entering the school.