Richey and Brad looked at each other in shock. It was a good 10 minutes before either spoke,
"No way man," exclaimed Richey, a look of disbelief on his face, "that was cold-blooded man"
Brad didn't say a word to this but Richey knew that if he wanted to keep his skull intact then he shouldn't make any mention of the Spencer mission again.
Meanwhile...
Morgan had been walking for hours. He had seen no trace of zombies or human. In fact, the silence scared him more than any undead creatures could at this minute.
He was walking along an avenue he recognised from the bakery he had just passed.
"Yeah, I remember that from when I was a kid," he laughed "before Umbrella took over"
He clenched his fist at the word Umbrella. His cousin had been killed at the Spencer mission, by the leader of Stars. His cousin was Enrico Marini, the best pilot he knew.
He put these thoughts aside and carried on walking, weapon primed in case any undead appeared suddenly. His gaze landed squarely on a corpse which was lying, crushed under an upturned car.
"Strange, why would the Marines be here?" he thought, puzzled by this revelation," and more importantly how would they have got in?"
The corpse did give up a few 9mm bullets, 2 clips to be exact and Morgan silently thanked the dead man when a sudden low growl came from just up ahead.
"STARS.......STARS.......ROAAAGHH!!"
Morgan might not have actually encountered the zombies yet but he knew they didn't speak, let alone roar like that. He primed his gun and sidled up to side of the car which would let him see.
Nothing on Earth could have prepared him for what he was about to see.
The thing was like something from an alien film.
It had to be about 8ft tall, wearing like a black suit and with tentacles or something squirming inside the suit. The creature hadn't noticed Morgan but was instead preoccupied by a man wearing a military uniform, who was armed with what looked like a HK-3. The man was firing rounds at the creature, who didn't falter. Instead, it simply reached its arm out and a purple tentacle flew out and wrapped itself around the man's neck.
The tentacle withdrew back into the thing's arm and the soldier with it. The thing looked at the man and crushed the man's neck with total ease. The soldier went limp and dropped the weapon.
Morgan watched with horror. This thing wasn't real, it couldn't be. He made to jump out and threaten the creature but after that, decided he valued his life more than being a hero.
The monster began to walk off, and Morgan knew this was his chance. He sprinted out and grabbed the weapon and checked the barrels. It was loaded with 2 rounds; the ammo in the rounds gave Morgan an idea. He had been taught one rule in academy which stuck with him. Fire and explosive mix very well and could blow a safe door if used correctly.
He primed the gun and shouted at the creature.
"Hey ass-hole, betcha can't catch me!" he yelled before running to the up turned car.
The monster roared and ran with astonishing speed for someone his size. It swung it's oversized fist at Morgan, who rolled out the way and turned round to see the creature trying to pull it's arm out of the engine of the car.
He aimed the weapon and fired the flame round at the car. The round blew up with contact and drenched the thing in napalm. The creature roared in agony at this pain and ripped the arm out of the engine. The stump simply healed over and tendrils flew out to replace the fingers.
Morgan then fired the explosive round and begun to run as fast as he could. The round hit the flame and in a deafening and blinding explosion, blew Morgan across the street and the creature all the way to Hell.
He had landed heavily on his shoulder, which he knew he had broken. He looked at the creature, which was oozing purple liquid and spat on it. He looked at where he landed and saw another dead marine , with a ripped piece of paper in his inside pocket...