Chapter 2-
Cassie loaded her pistol. It was a Glock. 82. She had knew that if head of the viral experiments, William Birkin had caught she would be fired for sure, but when working with something that could jump out of its tank and kill you, it just made her feel that much safer. She never expected to have to use it though."Unnnnngggghhhhhh" three of the rotted virus-carriers spluttered. "Damn it!" She cursed herself for stepping out into the open. It was like ringing the dinner-bell for these bastards!
BUDOW!! BUDOW!! BUDOW!! BUDOW!! Four gunshots smacked wetly into the first one's chest. Three more getting the other two. She brought two down. She pulled the trigger again, aiming point blank at the remaining one's forehead. Click. Click. Click. "Shit!! Perfect time to run out of ammo!!" she instinctively searched her pockets for clips. Nothing. The carrier was getting uncomfortably close to her. "Damn!" she made a break for it. Dodging into an ally, there was a ratty looking two story house to her right. Cassie crouched behind the porch. The front door flew open. At the same time, two more things happened. A hand holding a 9mm Beretta shot out, aiming the gun to her head. Her own hand shooting out, aiming at the man holding the gun's head. "Shadow!?"
Shadow looked at the woman with the gun. Suddenly, a flurry of hazy, yet familiar images rushed to him. A lab, several lab researchers crowding around a tank with shadow in it. A view from inside the tank, all of the faces vaguely familiar, but one recognizable. It was the girl standing in front of him. She looked vaguely latina. "who the hell are you?" Shadow said warily. "Shadow! Its me! Cassie! Cassie Lopez!" "... ... ???" "Forget, you must have suffered from the side effects. Anyway, we need to get out of here. There's been a viral spill. Ill explain later." Shadow followed her, not knowing anything else to do. They had reached shelter at the middle school, Shadow grabbed Cassie by the shoulders, his forceful grip making Cassie grit her teeth. "Who the hell are you? What did you people do to me!? I want answers s rs!" "Put me down! You are a classified experiment by the Umbrella Corporation. The first stage of your development ended a while ago, than the project was killed. It was classified as "too risky to the company, and the health of its employees to continue". But we opted to continue in secret. You have so far, become a perfect killer. Your sense of smell, taste, sight, touch, and hearing have been modified 100 fold. However, stage 2 has not yet ensued. You're unfinished." "So basically, I'm just another toy to you bastards! A puppet. An illegally made one at that!! Why!? Why me!?"