The three remaining gentlemen of the team stopped short before
opening the door leading to the Conference Room. Em stood in front of
the door, preventing either of the other two from entering. "Hey Caps,
I'm kinda worried about them bein' outnumbered or somethin. Or what
if they run into whatever fucked up Noah? I think we should go and
help em out."
"But Em, we don't even know where the Hell they are. How can
we help them if we can't find them?" Silence stood immenantly between
the men, each pondering the logic and reasonability of the newly
created idea. Seth spoke first, raising his index finger as he began
to speak, as if to hold on to his idea.
"They have to be North, or at least they should be. We lost
Zach at the Kitchen, and the Kitchen is up North, through the door in
the Conference Room. They should be around there, yeah?" Silence once
again filled the North Hall as Seth's idea processed itself into the
brains of Lyle and Em. Even more damage had been done, proven by the
still warm 9mm shells and the still bleeding corpses residing on the
floor. A light had been shot out, dimming that particular section of
the Intersection, casting a blackish hue over the pools of red and
newly formed shadows danced upon the mocking faces of the downed
undead. It seemed that their groans could be head throughout the
entire laboratory, as if there were always one certain zombie stalking
and chasing you, waiting for you ultimate demise. Seth shuddered as
he imagined this stalking zombie and his heart skipped a beat when Lyle
suddenly began to speak.
"I think Seth's got a real solid idea. Unless this place is
some sort of insane labyrinth, it would be the safest guess that Zach
and the girls would be past the Conference Room, so let's get to it."
Lyle firmly squeezed the doorknob in his sweating hands and
slowly turned it, cautiously opening the door and peering through.
Once the door had been opened, a new visitor was revealed. He looked
rather dead, slouched back in one of the twelve chairs, his head
tilted over the back with his mouth wide open, eyes closed. Both hands
swung freely past the chairs armrests. He was an older man,
presumably in his late 40's to early 50's as shown by the few grey
streaks which cut through his otherwise light chesnut brown hair. He
showed signs of a desperate workaholic, his hair was disorderly, parts
of his dress shirt were untucked, and considerable stubble sat upon his
face. Lyle slowly approached the man, first, gently placing a finger
on the man's carotid artery, checking for his pulse. He turned to the
other two and made a gesture of mock slumber, their scientist wasn't
dead, just snoozing. Lyle knelt down and unsnapped the plastic ID card
from the man's pocket. His eyes widened as he read the name, "Doctor
Peter Keyes."
"Holy shit, we've got Keyes, he's the one that started all this
right Caps?" whispered Em. "What the hell should we do with him?" He
leaned over and looked at the scientist again.
"You two go and look for Beth and Grace, alright? I'll stay
here and keep an eye on Keyes, make sure he doesn't pull anything."
Lyle and Em looked at Seth with almost pure insanity, but with
heartfelt thanks at the same time. "Sounds like a plan DeMarco. We'll
be back."
"Hopefully not in chunks," Em joked as he and Lyle left the
room, quietly closing the door behind them. Seth walked over towards
the sleeping doctor and noticed what was on the fine emerald table in
front of him. He first grabbed the manila folder, opening it only to
find a single sheet of paper. He put the folder back on the table
before reading the paper.
"6/6/03. 6:00 PM. Head Researcher: Peter Keyes. Experiment:
'The Four Horsemen Project' a.k.a. 'Operation Revelation.' Synopsis:
Develop upon the Tyrant-super soldier formula, working on and deleting
its flaws. Test Subjects: Alicia Grey, Nathan Carrey, Robert Peters,
Cassandra Keyes. Experimentation begins July 10th of 2003. Estimated
completion date: 10/24/04."
Seth set the paper back in its folder, astonished, uttering a
small "Holy fuck" to himself. "The completion date was in a month, to
the day." Picking up the paper once again, Seth revealed data on the
other side of the paper.
"Test Subject Data. Subject 1: Alicia Grey. Born 10/2/87.
Will undergo muscle enhancers and growth aids, hopefully creating an
invincible tank of a soldier. Subject 2: Nathan Carrey.
Born 12/30/88. Will undergo numerous weight loss and steroid drugs.
Desired effect is a soldier with increased speed and stealth
capabilities. DNA and gene splicing will be necessary. Subject 3:
Robert Peters. Born 9/25/84. Subject will undergo same treatment as
Subject 1." Seth checked his watch after reading Subject 3's bio,
noticing that it was 12:36 AM, September 25th. Robert Peter's would be
celebrating his 20th birthday today. "Subject 4: Cassandra Keyes.
Born 4/27/87. Will undergo massive brain treatment with enhancement
drugs and permformance enhancers with the hopes of a psychic super
soldier. Treat subject with extreme care." Seth could only think to
himself, "Wow." Four totally normal children sucked in by Umbrella to
become the new "world's finest." A new deepened hatred for Umbrella
set itself deep into Seth's heart as he folded and pocketed the paper.
Pushing the manila folder aside, Seth came across a black and white
composition notebook. The name on the front was neatly printed "OpRev
Subject 4: Cassandra Keyes." He took a seat across from the still
sleeping Keyes and began to read.
--------------------
-click- -click- -click-
Elizabeth was nearly spinning in circles, trying to track down
Famine. She could easily hear his clicking claws, but saw nothing but
quick blurs. She suddenly opened a quick circular burst of fire,
attempting to hit the creature, wherever it was. The clicks stopped
for a moment, their ceasing adding great tension upon Elizabeth's
already tense nerves.
-click- -click- -click- -click-
The clicking resumed and Elizabeth let out a loud, aggrevated
scream of fury. "Get out here you little fuck!" She unsheathed her
combat knife from its sheath, holding it not far from her sweating
face. One of the ceiling lights was desperately flickering and, at
some points, even sparking. A quick blur shot past the wall to her
right, which she immediately swung towards, the blade sticking nothing
but wall. The clicking had gone down considerably, Elizabeth smiled at
the idea that she might have wounded it. The clicking suddenly
stopped once again, her grip on the knife's hilt increased greatly.
Her heart a beating drum inside her chest, Elizabeth slowly began to
proceed foreward, taking slow baby steps. Thinking first that the wall
itself had moved, she blinked to reveal that it WAS moving, the boy
camoflauging himself to blend in with the bloodstained wall. She
quickly armed herself with her auto once more and opened fire on
Famine. She could hear wet cries of pain and raspy moans as she shot,
a cutting white smile appeared on her otherwise red, bloodsplattered
face, a smile of sheer vengeance, violence and first blood being shed.
She released her finger from the trigger, seeing now that the blur
was leaving a trail of dark green blood. She heard Famine hiss from
behind but before she could whip around, the boy cut into her thigh and
threw her to the ground. As the now torn and bleeding Famine
approached her, his cold blue eyes focused on her quivering throat,
Elizabeth did the only thing she could do, she screamed.
--------------------
The man loomed over the mass of computer monitors, their lit
screens casting a mask of blue over his face. He had successfully
bent the Omega and Beta teams to his will, everything as of yet had
been going to plan. He strolled over to a monitor to the far left,
observing it. Captain Lyle Stevens and Eric Emerson were slowly
creeping through the hall, not far from Elizabeth Lee and Test Subject
2. The traitor grinned as he thought of Famine's capabilities and
what he could do to the nearly defenseless medic. His eyes flew from
the security monitors to the poorly maintained power grid. His
finger waved over the abundance of glowing buttons, searching them.
"Eenie, meenie, miney..." his finger hovered over the button labeled
North Hall Route A, "mo."
--------------------
The composition book belonging to Cassandra Keyes just
happened to be a diary. Seth scanned through the numerous entries, as
each page of the book was filled, front to back. One particularly
caught his eye, one mentioning all of the Subjects.
"August 28, '03. The scientists here have finally finished
testing us, I dunno what for, probably our IQs and whatever. Now
they've rounded all four of us up, and here we are living in this
place. I'm kinda uncomfortable, since we're all sharing one room.
Alicia is really nice, Nathan is nice but really shy, but that Peters
guy, he really creeps me out.
October 1, '03. They started experimenting on Alicia, how
ironic, the day before her birthday. I wonder why Dad works here,
the people here just seem too twisted.
November 8, '03. Alicia's grown at least a foot and gained
somewhere around 80 to 90 pounds overnight. Some 'wonder drug.' Now
she's about 5'11' and what I'd guess to be 230 lbs. Is that what we
were sent here for, to be fattened up by a bunch of scientists?!
January 14, '04. Alicia's weight fluctuated a helluva lot,
she'd like lose and gain forty pounds at a time just over a day. I
can only imagine how fucked up her DNA is by now. She doesn't talk
much anymore, just stares off into space.
March 2, '04. They started experimenting on Nathan last week,
and now they've taken Alicia out of our room. She lunged at Rob, tried
to tear his face off. I'm sad that she's gone, but I'm also sad that
she never got to kill him. He's an egotistical fucktard and I'm
afraid at what he thinks about when he stares at me.
April 25, '04. Nathan's literally becoming a human skeleton.
He's dwindled away to about 57 pounds, but his height never got
messed with like Alicia's, still stands at about 4'11''. He doesn't
talk much either anymore, I think his brain has just rotted away, like
Ali's did. They never told us where they took her, the only thing I
know is they supposedly worked the flaws out of her treatment and
that's what Rob'll get. Rob and I become guinea pigs in four days, and
I can't help but cry thinking I'll end up like Nathan or Alicia."
Seth noticed how that particular page was stale, probably it
had previously held the tears of this Cassandra girl, whose numerous
entries had torn at his heart as he read, he flipped through more pages
and continued reading. These newer entries seemed far longer and her
handwriting was becoming smaller and more precise.
"June 12th, 2004. Poor Nathan has been taken, assuredly to the
same place as Alicia. Testing began for Rob and I, the effects more
than noticable. Rob has considerably grown, now nearing about 6'7'',
give or take a few inches. Muscles cover his body, as if for our
entire captivity he has done nothing but strenous weight lifting. I
haven't noticed any physical changes in myself, but as I compare my
newer journal entries to the old ones, I can tell that their brain
enhacing medicines have worked. They shaved all of the hair from the
right side of my head, and tiny capsules are now embedded there. They
remind me of smokestacks, like the smokestacks found on grand cruise
liners. I can feel the medicine from the capsules work on my brain,
nourishing it. I only hope I'm not driven insane by them.
August 30th, 2004. I've done it. I have killed Robert Peters.
Only a few moments ago he approached me as I slept. My perception
has greatly expanded and I could, even in my subconscious, see his
sneaking towards me. I'm sure he was intending the worst, rape being
the most logical of choices, but I stopped him. His bone structure
was now greatly altered, his bulging forearms concealing structures of
bone, almost like swords. He had them sticking from his arms before
he died. I awoke and he tried to silence me, his bladed hands flying
towards my face, but I thought him away. I focused on Rob hurting, and
it happened. I tore off the top of Robert Peter's head, and as much
as I hate to admit it, I enjoyed it. I'm sure I'll be put away this
morning when they find the body, unless they can bring him back, which
even I highly doubt can be done. I can only hope that they end my now
wretched existence, I want nothing more than to be with my father
again, I love him so much, and all I wanted to do was make him happy.
Dad, if you read this, I hope that is what I've succeeded in doing."
The journal abruptly ended after that, and Seth slowly put it
back onto the table, unhostering his Beretta and walking towards the
unaware and defenseless Keyes, blind fury burning in his eyes.
--------------------
The lights went out. "OH FUCK IT ALL!" Em screamed as he and
Lyle now sat in pitch black. The groaning of the undead seemed to
intensify, worrying the two soldiers. Lyle jumped when the sudden
chatter of machine gun fire blasted from the distance. "Shit Caps,
it's Liz! Where the fuck is she?!" Not long after the gunfire, a loud
scream filled the ears of the two worried men, but not a scream of
terror or pain. It was a scream of primal fury and rage.
"Get out here you little fuck!"
Em and Lyle scrambled in the dark, smashing into walls until
they finally reached the door. They threw themselves into a new
hallway, at the end of this one was an opened door, where new screams
erupted. The lights flickered deceptively, shooting off quick shadows
as they ran through the open door. Lyle's boots slid on the blood
covered floor and Em shrieked as his head hit the floor with an almost
deafening -CRACK-. A short little skeleton thing was perched over
Elizabeth, and Em ran towards it, gun drawn.
--------------------
An almost pathetic defense, Elizabeth held her shaking arms
in front of her face, knowing that nothing could prolong her now
imminant death. The flashing lights were similar to that of a strobe
light, intensifying Famine's grostequely skeletal face. She heard a
loud THUD and Em hollar, causing her to sit up with surprise. "EM?!?!"
Holes peppered through Famine's face, spraying the green-brown blood
onto Elizabeth's face, covering the now dried blood of Grace DeMarco.
Famine's body fell on top of Elizabeth, spasming once more before
becoming still. She threw the body off and felt the warmth of Em's
hand grabbing her own. He helped her up and she nearly threw herself
into him as he caught her in a comforting bear hug. The two stood
there, Elizabeth's sobs echoing through the hall, its flashing lights
mocking the soldiers as they had yet again outsmarted death. Em slung
the unconscious Lyle over his shoulder and the soldiers left the hall,
leaving the death behind.
opening the door leading to the Conference Room. Em stood in front of
the door, preventing either of the other two from entering. "Hey Caps,
I'm kinda worried about them bein' outnumbered or somethin. Or what
if they run into whatever fucked up Noah? I think we should go and
help em out."
"But Em, we don't even know where the Hell they are. How can
we help them if we can't find them?" Silence stood immenantly between
the men, each pondering the logic and reasonability of the newly
created idea. Seth spoke first, raising his index finger as he began
to speak, as if to hold on to his idea.
"They have to be North, or at least they should be. We lost
Zach at the Kitchen, and the Kitchen is up North, through the door in
the Conference Room. They should be around there, yeah?" Silence once
again filled the North Hall as Seth's idea processed itself into the
brains of Lyle and Em. Even more damage had been done, proven by the
still warm 9mm shells and the still bleeding corpses residing on the
floor. A light had been shot out, dimming that particular section of
the Intersection, casting a blackish hue over the pools of red and
newly formed shadows danced upon the mocking faces of the downed
undead. It seemed that their groans could be head throughout the
entire laboratory, as if there were always one certain zombie stalking
and chasing you, waiting for you ultimate demise. Seth shuddered as
he imagined this stalking zombie and his heart skipped a beat when Lyle
suddenly began to speak.
"I think Seth's got a real solid idea. Unless this place is
some sort of insane labyrinth, it would be the safest guess that Zach
and the girls would be past the Conference Room, so let's get to it."
Lyle firmly squeezed the doorknob in his sweating hands and
slowly turned it, cautiously opening the door and peering through.
Once the door had been opened, a new visitor was revealed. He looked
rather dead, slouched back in one of the twelve chairs, his head
tilted over the back with his mouth wide open, eyes closed. Both hands
swung freely past the chairs armrests. He was an older man,
presumably in his late 40's to early 50's as shown by the few grey
streaks which cut through his otherwise light chesnut brown hair. He
showed signs of a desperate workaholic, his hair was disorderly, parts
of his dress shirt were untucked, and considerable stubble sat upon his
face. Lyle slowly approached the man, first, gently placing a finger
on the man's carotid artery, checking for his pulse. He turned to the
other two and made a gesture of mock slumber, their scientist wasn't
dead, just snoozing. Lyle knelt down and unsnapped the plastic ID card
from the man's pocket. His eyes widened as he read the name, "Doctor
Peter Keyes."
"Holy shit, we've got Keyes, he's the one that started all this
right Caps?" whispered Em. "What the hell should we do with him?" He
leaned over and looked at the scientist again.
"You two go and look for Beth and Grace, alright? I'll stay
here and keep an eye on Keyes, make sure he doesn't pull anything."
Lyle and Em looked at Seth with almost pure insanity, but with
heartfelt thanks at the same time. "Sounds like a plan DeMarco. We'll
be back."
"Hopefully not in chunks," Em joked as he and Lyle left the
room, quietly closing the door behind them. Seth walked over towards
the sleeping doctor and noticed what was on the fine emerald table in
front of him. He first grabbed the manila folder, opening it only to
find a single sheet of paper. He put the folder back on the table
before reading the paper.
"6/6/03. 6:00 PM. Head Researcher: Peter Keyes. Experiment:
'The Four Horsemen Project' a.k.a. 'Operation Revelation.' Synopsis:
Develop upon the Tyrant-super soldier formula, working on and deleting
its flaws. Test Subjects: Alicia Grey, Nathan Carrey, Robert Peters,
Cassandra Keyes. Experimentation begins July 10th of 2003. Estimated
completion date: 10/24/04."
Seth set the paper back in its folder, astonished, uttering a
small "Holy fuck" to himself. "The completion date was in a month, to
the day." Picking up the paper once again, Seth revealed data on the
other side of the paper.
"Test Subject Data. Subject 1: Alicia Grey. Born 10/2/87.
Will undergo muscle enhancers and growth aids, hopefully creating an
invincible tank of a soldier. Subject 2: Nathan Carrey.
Born 12/30/88. Will undergo numerous weight loss and steroid drugs.
Desired effect is a soldier with increased speed and stealth
capabilities. DNA and gene splicing will be necessary. Subject 3:
Robert Peters. Born 9/25/84. Subject will undergo same treatment as
Subject 1." Seth checked his watch after reading Subject 3's bio,
noticing that it was 12:36 AM, September 25th. Robert Peter's would be
celebrating his 20th birthday today. "Subject 4: Cassandra Keyes.
Born 4/27/87. Will undergo massive brain treatment with enhancement
drugs and permformance enhancers with the hopes of a psychic super
soldier. Treat subject with extreme care." Seth could only think to
himself, "Wow." Four totally normal children sucked in by Umbrella to
become the new "world's finest." A new deepened hatred for Umbrella
set itself deep into Seth's heart as he folded and pocketed the paper.
Pushing the manila folder aside, Seth came across a black and white
composition notebook. The name on the front was neatly printed "OpRev
Subject 4: Cassandra Keyes." He took a seat across from the still
sleeping Keyes and began to read.
--------------------
-click- -click- -click-
Elizabeth was nearly spinning in circles, trying to track down
Famine. She could easily hear his clicking claws, but saw nothing but
quick blurs. She suddenly opened a quick circular burst of fire,
attempting to hit the creature, wherever it was. The clicks stopped
for a moment, their ceasing adding great tension upon Elizabeth's
already tense nerves.
-click- -click- -click- -click-
The clicking resumed and Elizabeth let out a loud, aggrevated
scream of fury. "Get out here you little fuck!" She unsheathed her
combat knife from its sheath, holding it not far from her sweating
face. One of the ceiling lights was desperately flickering and, at
some points, even sparking. A quick blur shot past the wall to her
right, which she immediately swung towards, the blade sticking nothing
but wall. The clicking had gone down considerably, Elizabeth smiled at
the idea that she might have wounded it. The clicking suddenly
stopped once again, her grip on the knife's hilt increased greatly.
Her heart a beating drum inside her chest, Elizabeth slowly began to
proceed foreward, taking slow baby steps. Thinking first that the wall
itself had moved, she blinked to reveal that it WAS moving, the boy
camoflauging himself to blend in with the bloodstained wall. She
quickly armed herself with her auto once more and opened fire on
Famine. She could hear wet cries of pain and raspy moans as she shot,
a cutting white smile appeared on her otherwise red, bloodsplattered
face, a smile of sheer vengeance, violence and first blood being shed.
She released her finger from the trigger, seeing now that the blur
was leaving a trail of dark green blood. She heard Famine hiss from
behind but before she could whip around, the boy cut into her thigh and
threw her to the ground. As the now torn and bleeding Famine
approached her, his cold blue eyes focused on her quivering throat,
Elizabeth did the only thing she could do, she screamed.
--------------------
The man loomed over the mass of computer monitors, their lit
screens casting a mask of blue over his face. He had successfully
bent the Omega and Beta teams to his will, everything as of yet had
been going to plan. He strolled over to a monitor to the far left,
observing it. Captain Lyle Stevens and Eric Emerson were slowly
creeping through the hall, not far from Elizabeth Lee and Test Subject
2. The traitor grinned as he thought of Famine's capabilities and
what he could do to the nearly defenseless medic. His eyes flew from
the security monitors to the poorly maintained power grid. His
finger waved over the abundance of glowing buttons, searching them.
"Eenie, meenie, miney..." his finger hovered over the button labeled
North Hall Route A, "mo."
--------------------
The composition book belonging to Cassandra Keyes just
happened to be a diary. Seth scanned through the numerous entries, as
each page of the book was filled, front to back. One particularly
caught his eye, one mentioning all of the Subjects.
"August 28, '03. The scientists here have finally finished
testing us, I dunno what for, probably our IQs and whatever. Now
they've rounded all four of us up, and here we are living in this
place. I'm kinda uncomfortable, since we're all sharing one room.
Alicia is really nice, Nathan is nice but really shy, but that Peters
guy, he really creeps me out.
October 1, '03. They started experimenting on Alicia, how
ironic, the day before her birthday. I wonder why Dad works here,
the people here just seem too twisted.
November 8, '03. Alicia's grown at least a foot and gained
somewhere around 80 to 90 pounds overnight. Some 'wonder drug.' Now
she's about 5'11' and what I'd guess to be 230 lbs. Is that what we
were sent here for, to be fattened up by a bunch of scientists?!
January 14, '04. Alicia's weight fluctuated a helluva lot,
she'd like lose and gain forty pounds at a time just over a day. I
can only imagine how fucked up her DNA is by now. She doesn't talk
much anymore, just stares off into space.
March 2, '04. They started experimenting on Nathan last week,
and now they've taken Alicia out of our room. She lunged at Rob, tried
to tear his face off. I'm sad that she's gone, but I'm also sad that
she never got to kill him. He's an egotistical fucktard and I'm
afraid at what he thinks about when he stares at me.
April 25, '04. Nathan's literally becoming a human skeleton.
He's dwindled away to about 57 pounds, but his height never got
messed with like Alicia's, still stands at about 4'11''. He doesn't
talk much either anymore, I think his brain has just rotted away, like
Ali's did. They never told us where they took her, the only thing I
know is they supposedly worked the flaws out of her treatment and
that's what Rob'll get. Rob and I become guinea pigs in four days, and
I can't help but cry thinking I'll end up like Nathan or Alicia."
Seth noticed how that particular page was stale, probably it
had previously held the tears of this Cassandra girl, whose numerous
entries had torn at his heart as he read, he flipped through more pages
and continued reading. These newer entries seemed far longer and her
handwriting was becoming smaller and more precise.
"June 12th, 2004. Poor Nathan has been taken, assuredly to the
same place as Alicia. Testing began for Rob and I, the effects more
than noticable. Rob has considerably grown, now nearing about 6'7'',
give or take a few inches. Muscles cover his body, as if for our
entire captivity he has done nothing but strenous weight lifting. I
haven't noticed any physical changes in myself, but as I compare my
newer journal entries to the old ones, I can tell that their brain
enhacing medicines have worked. They shaved all of the hair from the
right side of my head, and tiny capsules are now embedded there. They
remind me of smokestacks, like the smokestacks found on grand cruise
liners. I can feel the medicine from the capsules work on my brain,
nourishing it. I only hope I'm not driven insane by them.
August 30th, 2004. I've done it. I have killed Robert Peters.
Only a few moments ago he approached me as I slept. My perception
has greatly expanded and I could, even in my subconscious, see his
sneaking towards me. I'm sure he was intending the worst, rape being
the most logical of choices, but I stopped him. His bone structure
was now greatly altered, his bulging forearms concealing structures of
bone, almost like swords. He had them sticking from his arms before
he died. I awoke and he tried to silence me, his bladed hands flying
towards my face, but I thought him away. I focused on Rob hurting, and
it happened. I tore off the top of Robert Peter's head, and as much
as I hate to admit it, I enjoyed it. I'm sure I'll be put away this
morning when they find the body, unless they can bring him back, which
even I highly doubt can be done. I can only hope that they end my now
wretched existence, I want nothing more than to be with my father
again, I love him so much, and all I wanted to do was make him happy.
Dad, if you read this, I hope that is what I've succeeded in doing."
The journal abruptly ended after that, and Seth slowly put it
back onto the table, unhostering his Beretta and walking towards the
unaware and defenseless Keyes, blind fury burning in his eyes.
--------------------
The lights went out. "OH FUCK IT ALL!" Em screamed as he and
Lyle now sat in pitch black. The groaning of the undead seemed to
intensify, worrying the two soldiers. Lyle jumped when the sudden
chatter of machine gun fire blasted from the distance. "Shit Caps,
it's Liz! Where the fuck is she?!" Not long after the gunfire, a loud
scream filled the ears of the two worried men, but not a scream of
terror or pain. It was a scream of primal fury and rage.
"Get out here you little fuck!"
Em and Lyle scrambled in the dark, smashing into walls until
they finally reached the door. They threw themselves into a new
hallway, at the end of this one was an opened door, where new screams
erupted. The lights flickered deceptively, shooting off quick shadows
as they ran through the open door. Lyle's boots slid on the blood
covered floor and Em shrieked as his head hit the floor with an almost
deafening -CRACK-. A short little skeleton thing was perched over
Elizabeth, and Em ran towards it, gun drawn.
--------------------
An almost pathetic defense, Elizabeth held her shaking arms
in front of her face, knowing that nothing could prolong her now
imminant death. The flashing lights were similar to that of a strobe
light, intensifying Famine's grostequely skeletal face. She heard a
loud THUD and Em hollar, causing her to sit up with surprise. "EM?!?!"
Holes peppered through Famine's face, spraying the green-brown blood
onto Elizabeth's face, covering the now dried blood of Grace DeMarco.
Famine's body fell on top of Elizabeth, spasming once more before
becoming still. She threw the body off and felt the warmth of Em's
hand grabbing her own. He helped her up and she nearly threw herself
into him as he caught her in a comforting bear hug. The two stood
there, Elizabeth's sobs echoing through the hall, its flashing lights
mocking the soldiers as they had yet again outsmarted death. Em slung
the unconscious Lyle over his shoulder and the soldiers left the hall,
leaving the death behind.