TWO

Joseph headed off straight away, Chris and Jill to the left of him and Wesker and Barry to the right. "I've found it, straight ahead!" Then they where all running trying to keep up with Joseph. They emerged from the trees to find Joseph staring at the 'copter, shaking his head.

They stood there in silence for what seemed eternity. Not much could be seen wrong with the 'copter except a bent rail from a forced landing, burnt panels and several smashed or cracked windows. The hatch stood open revealing the contents, medi-kits, ammo boxes even a couple of vests cluttered the floor.

Wesker turned to Joseph "Check it out, everyone else check the surrounding area for shell casings or anything we can use to determined what happened." Joseph climbed inside the derelict and swept the ground with his shotgun, one of the gun cabinets stood open at least two shotguns where missing and three Beretta's. At least they were armed, wherever they are!

Joseph swept the light over the cockpit and scanned the windows then the pilots seat. Where someone laid gazing up at him with one remaining eye the other appeared to have been scratched out. There were several deep wounds over his chest, rib cage partially exposed. Oh god!

Joseph ran outside and threw up on the floor. The others ran over. Wesker approached him "What is it?" Joseph raised his arm and shakily pointed inside the 'copter. Wesker headed in while the others waited, minutes passed and Wesker reappeared at the doorway, shaking his head. Chris spoke first "What is it?" "It's Kevin."

Kevin Dooley had only recently been assigned to Bravo team as a last minute replacement, a wizard with mechanics and an ex stunt pilot, he took his role seriously like everyone else in the S.T.A.R.S. "Looks like engine failure." Wesker turned to Joseph "You find anything else?" "Yeah some of the weapons are missing." "Okay everybody spread out look for anything." The team all nodded and spread out, guns and maglites held high.

Wesker, Barry and Chris searched the trees to the front of the 'copter while Jill and Joseph searched the other side. Jill continued searching with Joseph at her back, she could tell he was scared by the way he was breathing, fast and loud.

Joseph followed Jill his mind frantically trying to think of a reasonable answer for the past murders. And now Kevin...what did that to... his train of was interrupted by what sounded like a...Growl! Joseph spun around, heart racing and searched the ground. Nothing there, just relax Frost. He lowered his gun and let out a deep sigh. He turned back around to catch up with Jill when he saw something coming in pretty fast. Hey that looks like a, oh sh...

Jill whipped her head around at the sound of Joseph scream. Something was tugging at his arm as he pleaded with it to stop. Jill trained her Beretta and let loose three rounds at the nearest dog. Joseph now laid on the floor still struggling as the hounds pulled at his body, the dogs pulled at his arms and legs he wasn't even strong enough to fight them of anymore. The last thing Joseph heard was gunfire.

The three men's heads whipped around as they heard the first shots, then they where of running towards the others. Jill pulled at the trigger of the handgun until it was clicking empty. She stared on in shock as the hounds continued to feed of Joseph, one was even chewing on his throat. One of the dogs broke away from the pack and started running at Jill, she took a step backwards and fell over just in time to see the thing jump at her.

Chris stopped when he was close enough to see Jill fall backwards, as the thing jumped at her Chris fired a round knocking it out of the air. He reached her side and pulled her up "Come on!" they both started sprinting towards the others, they now had the entire pack after them.

Brad climbed out of his seat and headed into the back of the 'copter and reached for the gun cabinet and secured the door that stood open. That's when he heard the first shots, running back to the front he stumbled over the boxed rocket launcher and fell into the wall. Sat on the floor Brad rubbed at his ankle. Damn, useless piece of shit! Several more shots sounded, Brad stood up placed a swift kick at the launcher. Pointless, what could it possibly be needed for!

Jumping back into the pilots seat, Brad replaced his helmet and spoke into the microphone "Captain Wesker, come in, I repeat come in?" Nothing. Brad flicked several of the switches to get the blades moving. More shots sounded, Brad grabbed at the stick and the 'copter started to rise off the ground. Brad saw several dogs appear from out of the thick trees in front of the 'copter. The dogs came closer and Brad got a clearer look at their mangled maws and skinless bodies. "Fuck this!" Brad took the 'copter up into the sky and flew over the trees, down below he saw the S.T.A.R.S. being pursued by the dogs.

I can't handle this shit! He looked out of the window at his comrades and saw Chris look up at him. Brad placed his hand on the window and spoke hoping the team could hear him "I'm sorry!" He changed the 'copter's direction and flew off towards town.

Jill and Chris ran back to the others, Jill just in front when a blinding light covered them and carried on straight past, it was Alpha's 'copter. Chris shouted at it "Hey Brad...where the hell's he going!" The dogs where nearly on them now. That's it! Chris turned around and brought his arm up to block the imminent attack. At least it will buy Jill and the others some time! The leading dog jumped at him.

The dog was sent flying backwards, Chris looked behind him and stood there maglite in one hand, gun in the other was Wesker. "Chris this way!" Jill and Chris running once again with Wesker and Barry laying down cover fire. Then they where all running each turning around and firing. Barry clicked on empty and cursed "Dammit!" A giant building stood ahead of them. Chris turned to Jill and shouted in a panicky tone "Make for that mansion!"

Jill reached the door first, she grabbed at the handle while slamming her shoulder into it. Luckily, they crashed open, light spilled out onto the stone floor. One by one they made it in, Chris pushed at the door, just as it closed a hound shoved its head through the gap trying to snap at Chris's wrist "Fuck!" Jill let a round loose that punctured the things eye and dropped it. With one swift kick from Chris the dog flew back outside. Chris found the lock and slid it across. Outside the dogs howled, the S.T.A.R.S. had made it.