Bioengineered Genetic Arachnid Experiment Number 412,
cheerfully nicknamed "Parker" by its creators, roamed the West Hall in
search for food. Due to its enhanced abilities and boosted growth,
Parker needed to find more food in order to survive. Its multiple eyes
saw three food sources walking towards it. It stood on its four rear
legs, baring its venomous fangs at the approaching food. Parker was
quickly crushed beneath one of the food's boots and carelessly wiped
aside. "Goddamn bugs." Lyle, Seth, and Em opened the West Hall main
door to find carnage equalivalent, if not worse, than the condition on
the Main Hall. The room was very similar to an office building, with
desks and cubicles, or at least what was left of them. Entire walls
were stripped and large gaping holes had been punched through them.
There were a few stray bulletholes peppering the walls, holes from 9mm
rounds, obviously from an armed researcher. Upon investigating one of
the many corpses in the office, they too, like the walls, had been shot
up. "Good Lord, what the Hell happened here?"
"Hey, hey guys come here, come check this out!" hollared Lyle,
who was knelt down next to an overturned desk. Next to him was a
horrifically mutilated body which looked as if it had literally been
pulled apart. The corpse was simply a mass of fleshy organs and torn
muscle, rendering it completely unidentifiable.
"Who the fuck could that be and what happened to 'im? For
Chrissakes, he's been, just, Hell I can't even think of a word for
this," cursed Em.
Seth noticed something on the remnants of the corpse's lab coat
and reached towards it. It was an Umbrella Corporation ID tag with the
corpse's picture, name, and physical data. "Doug Lewis." Holy shit,
it's Doug! No wonder we lost contact with him."
"Maybe Umbrella didn't figure out he was a spy. I guess he
just got killed by, well, whatever did this." Lyle gestured at the
room's walls, overturned desks, and scattered bodies. Seth suddenly
felt icy cold arms wrap around his neck. Now completely defenseless,
Seth screamed. "Shit, one's got Seth!!!" Lyle screamed as Em grabbed
the ghoul's head and jammed his thumbs through its rotten eye sockets.
The zombie groaned in pain as its arms let go of Seth and began to
scratch at Em. This attack proved useless, as the creature's foul
nails were only peeled off upon slashing at Em's kevlar vest. Em
threw the zombie, immediately wiping his bloodied fingers on his pant
leg. The now blinded zombie began to get up, but took two bullets to
the head before it could complete it could rise. Once the zombie once
again hit the floor, Noah's voice blared on Lyle radio.
"Everyone, we have an emergency situation. All teams report to
the Conference Room now. Hurry up guys this is serious!!!"
The transmission ended and the three men headed towards the
door leading back out to the West Hall. While on his way out, Em
delivered a powerful kick to the downed zombie's torso, snapping ribs
and flipping it over onto its belly. "Damn you Umbrella...Damn you."
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"Rich, Rich are you okay?! Rich!!" Nora shook the convulsing
Monty as he clasped his head and yelled in pain. The screams suddenly
died down as Monty's hands left his ears and he looked up at Nora.
"Was that it Rich? Did you have another vision? Are you alright? Why
did it hurt you so much? When we were in the Intersection you didn't
do that."
"Need...painkillers..." At that word, Nora knelt down and
checked her pack, seeing if she could find anything that could help
Monty with his head pains. "This time...it was another death vision,
like what I saw with Todd..."
Still searching her pack, Nora responded, "Really? What
happened in this one? Who did you see dying?"
"I saw you dying."
Nora's search for painkillers ceased as she looked at Monty
with dread. "W-What?"
"You were being stabbed, in the face. I couldn't see who was
stabbing you though, it was almost like- GAAAH!!" Monty shreiked with
pain as teeth dug into the back of his neck. "God, Nora help! Get it
off me!! HURRY!" In a frenzied panic, Nora pulled out her Beretta and
blasted the zombie off of Monty. Both crept up towards the creature
and fell back in revulsion. Todd Zayne's skin was now a deep red, the
wound on his wrist had begun to fester and his eyes were glazed over
and had gone deathly white. Blood from the bullet wound leaked from
Todd's head and onto the black floor.
"No, no it was Todd! It can't be! I-"
"Wait just a minute there Nora..." Monty turned towards her,
holding the bleeding wound on his neck with a frenzied look of delirium
in his eyes. "'It can't be?!' What, did your plan on killing him
fail?! I should have known it was you that was the spy. Always acting
so QUIET all the time. I wish I could kick myself for not seeing it
before!! So, the quiet, reserved little girl is an Umbrella spy, eh?
I still wish I could have figured it out earlier, but now, I'm going to
make up for it." Monty unsheathed his six inch cerrated edged combat
knife and held it in front of him. His radio began to chatter but he
threw it aside, breaking it against the wall. "This one is for Todd,
you deceptive little BITCH!"
Monty leapt at Nora, slashing the knife and almost cutting
across her cheek. He slashed again, drawing blood from Nora's forearm.
"Richard please, I don't know what you're talking about!" Monty
slashed across Nora's belly. "Stop this, I'm no Umbrella spy!" He
cut her upper thigh. "Please Monty, I don't want to do this!" Nora,
with gun in hand, swung the gun into Monty's face, breaking his nose,
causing the crimson dribble to leak from it. She shakily held the gun
at Monty's face.
"C'mon, do it you little bitch. DO IT!! Either you'll be
shooting me or you'll be shooting yourself, SO YOU BETTER DECIDE!"
Leaving Nora with little time to decide, Monty charged at Nora. She
pulled the trigger.
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"Aah, '45, sounds like a good year to me. Do you agree
Cheffy?" The zombie cook banged on the pantry door upon hearing Zach's
voice. "Yeah, I agree." Zach grabbed the wine bottle from the shelf
and shot off the top. He made a trail of alcohol from the door,
leading all the way to the gas-fueled oven. Polishing off the '45,
Zach walked back over to the wine rack and picked out two more bottles,
smashing them both on the oven's surface, soaking it. He grabbed a
cleaver from the knife rack and cautiously walked towards the pantry
door. He turned the handle and quickly ran as the zombified cook
charged out, hungering for flesh. Zach sprinted to the Kitchen's
entrance and swung the door open. He ran over behind the large island
with stoves, luring Pestilence and the zombie in his direction.
Pestilence stormed in, quickly disposing of the zombie by devouring
everything above its shoulderblades. Still holding Gordy's limp and
broken body, Pestilence loomed over Zach. Timing her movement
perfectly, right when Pestilence was about two steps past the
running oven, Zach dashed for the exit, leaping over the island and
turning around right as he made it into the doorway. "Right place,
right time." Pestilence was right next to the oven as Zach pulled a
lighter out of his pocket. He flipped the top and struck the flint,
giving birth to the lighter's tiny flame. "Sorry monster, but you're
dead." He dropped the flaming lighter and ran down the hallway,
stopping at about the spot where Gordy was killed. Even with his ears
plugged, Zach could not block out the deafening explosion and the
tormenting screams of the burning Pestilence. After the screams
subsided, Zach chuckled. "Take that, you BITCH." Ears still ringing
from the blast, Zach barely made out some transmission on his radio.
"emergency......Conf...ence room.....hurr.....serious!!!"
"Uhm, Conference Room. I guess that's where I'm headed."
Zach walked away with pride towards the conference room. He'd avenged
the death of his friend and beaten the big monster. "All I need now is
a blonde with nice boobs."