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Full Summary: Micheal, a cold, aloof sixteen-year-old becomes plagued with dreams of the dead walking. At first he chocks it up to his twisted, horrific imagination, but things that happen in his hometown of Raccoon City force him to realize that his imagination isn't the ONLY thing twisted and horrific. Based on Resident Evil: Apocalypse.
Disclaimer: Believe me, if I owned Resident Evil, you'd know.
"..." means speech.
'...' means thoughts.
---Chapter 5---
---Near the Raccoon City Hospital---
Zombies were everywhere. His newly acquired allies were running alongside him. On one side, was the young woman this man of the law had met inside that bar. On the other side was the dark haired man he had never even met before. They closed in on the entrance to the Hospital, checking meticulously whether or not there was any kind of danger. They had destroyed countless numbers of the undead. Friends and family were among those numbers. The situation had hit them extremely hard. For Kevin it was even worse. The large, muscled man had been beaten so easily by a teenager and left inside some bar. He had been stirred from his unconsciousness by the sound of moaning and lazy rapping of windows.
When he had opened his eyes, it was quiet. EXTREMELY quiet. He got up; thinking that the kid he was arresting had stolen something of his. He checked his belt for his equipment to find that one, his nightstick was gone, and two, his standard issue Beretta was gone. Those kids had stolen it. Then he checked for his .45 Calibre Special. It was still there, hidden behind his pepper spray and communicator. Then it hit him. "My communicator!" He quickly picked it up, switched the power on and pressed the out lever. "Come in! Officer Ryman of RPD, come in, over." He listened closely, hearing something like screams and a wet squishy crunching sound. "Guys! What the hell is going on!? Come in!" He yelled into the communicator. Still nothing, just the same sounds. Exasperated, he flung the little black device away, cursing. He got up, and got the scare of his life. A young woman ran out of the back, where the bathrooms were, and screamed when she ran into the hulking police officer.
She tried running away, but Kevin had grasped her arms to keep her from doing so. Then was the time Kevin had met Yoko Suzuki, the young student from Raccoon City University who was coming home to see her parents. Soon afterwards a man named David King ran into the bar, eyes frantic and terrified. There they were, a whole ragtag group of survivors, running for their lives. They had figured that the hospital was a safe place to be, since the hospital was home to medicine and other things. The path towards the hospital was treacherous, with dogs without their skin attacking them, countless numbers of the undead, and sometimes, even leeches would come after them. They reached the entrance, scrambling into the large building. It was darker inside the hospital, and the three of them would occasionally hear the telltale moans and slow footsteps of the newly revived dead. They checked the map at the entrance of the hallway, the area they were in labelled hallway D, which connected to waiting room E and so on.
"Come on. Let's go. We should explore this place to make sure it's safe." David suggested. Kevin nodded, gripping the new Beretta he had found earlier. They started down the hallway, into the darkness.
There's a gap in between
there's a gap where we meet
where I end and you begin,
and I'm sorry for us
---Waiting Room E---
Meanwhile, Sara and Malice had entered the Hospital from the back about ten minutes before the other three, and had just stepped inside the waiting room, guns trained on anything that might jump out at them. They had given the zombies that were chasing them the slip, leading them to an electrified barricade.
---Flashback---
Malice grasped Sara's hand tighter, making sure that they didn't get separated. They soon closed in on the hospital, but it would be all for naught if the zombies were still chasing them. Malice quickly surveyed the area, finding an alleyway with a tall chain link fence. Hanging on the fence was a sign with bold letters stating: "High Voltage, Do not cross."
"Sara! I have an idea!" He told her.
"What is it?" She panted. He pointed to the alleyway, and the fire escape ladders right by it. Beyond the fence was a door. Malice figured that if there was an electrified fence, then there was a control terminal nearby.
"If we climb up the fire escape, and jump over the fence, we can get to the control terminal for the fence and fry the zombies!" He explained. "You willing to try it?" He asked. Sara nodded quickly, allowing Malice to pull her into the alleyway. The zombies were closing in fast, and the fire escape was higher than Sara could reach by herself. Seeing no other choice, he picked her up by the waist, lifting her up to the ladder. "Come on! Pull yourself up! They're coming!" He encouraged. Sara grasped the first two rungs, using her arm strength to pull herself up. Once she was at a safe distance for Malice to jump up and follow, he did just that. He had cleared about eight vertical feet to grab onto the ladder. He pulled himself up the first few rungs with his arms only, until he was able to use his legs as well.
"I'm almost there!" Sara called. Malice sighed in relief, but tensed up as he heard a loud creaking sound, and the ladder seemed to bend a little. The creaking got louder, and the ladder bent a little more.
The dinosaurs roam the earth
the sky turns green
where I end and you begin
I am up in the clouds
I am up in the clouds
"SARA! Hurry up! The ladder is breaking!" He yelled. Sara sped up, making it to the platform. Malice tried desperately to get to the top, but just before he could get his body on top of the platform, the ladder gave way. Malice felt the sharp drop, but didn't feel himself hit the ground. Someone had grabbed his hand to keep him from falling. He looked up to see Sara holding onto his wrist with both hands, struggling to keep him elevated.
And I can't and I can't come down
I can watch but
not take part
where I end and where you start
"I'M NOT GOING TO LET YOU DIE! NOT AFTER WE'VE COME ALL THIS WAY!" She screamed. In a burst of strength she never knew she had, she pulled Malice up to the platform.
where you left me alone
you left me alone
X will mark the place
like parting the waves,
like a house falling into the sea.
At first, Malice was amazed and mesmerized by Sara, but realized that this was NOT the time to admire someone. He grabbed the edge, hoisting himself up. Gasping and panting, they sat there for a few minutes to catch their breaths.
"Thanks..." He panted. Sara smiled at him, panting and sweating. He got up, dusting himself off with his hands and extended his other hand to her. She took it, letting him pull her up. "You ready to jump the fence?" He asked. Sara chuckled.
I will eat you alive
I will eat you alive
and there'll be no more lies
and there'll be no more lies...(1)
"No, but we'll have to anyways..." She replied. Malice indicated that he would go first so he could catch her when she jumped. She nodded. Malice backed from the edge he'd have to jump over, getting himself ready. Once he knew he was ready to do this, he ran towards the railing and stepped onto the guard and jumped off. The fall seemed to go in slow motion, the fence passing underneath; the zombies passing by below him and the ground getting closer and closer. He landed in a roll on the cold hard ground, getting back to his feet afterwards. He looked up, calling up to the blonde.
"Sara! Come on! I'm not going anywhere without you with me!" He yelled up to her. Sara mentally prepared herself, knowing that this HAD to be done. She ran towards the railing, jumping up onto the banister and jumped. Malice watched her, ready to catch her. He readied himself for impact and caught her, both of them falling to the ground roughly. "You okay?" He asked quickly. Sara nodded, getting up. He got up as well, running to the door. As he thought, the terminal for the fence was just inside. Then it occurred to him that the terminal needed a code for the electrical charges to be activated. "SHIT! This thing needs a pass code!" He yelled.
"Move!" Sara told him, pushing him aside. She handed him her gun. "Keep them back, this'll take some time." She said. Malice nodded, firing at a zombie that had just stood up behind her. The re-animated dead person dropped, a small hole between its eyes. He stepped outside with his guns trained on the monsters trying desperately to get through the barrier. He turned around, sensing movement behind him. A zombie was approaching. He trained one gun at its head and fired, the explosion ringing out into the night. The monster dropped, and he quickly turned to the rest that were banging and shaking the barricade. The fence started to shake off its foundation, moving back and forth with the zombies' rattling on the metal.
"SARA! Hurry! The fence is starting to break!" He yelled. Suddenly a large electrical sound rang through, the current of electricity hitting all the zombies shaking the fence to get at the warm flesh. The monsters seemed to convulse; twitching with a little bit of smoke coming from their bodies. The first wave dropped, and the next group stepped over them to get at the still living teenagers. Sara rejoined Malice as he watched. As soon as the next nine zombies touched the fence, they shook and convulsed, their bodies emitting smoke and catching fire. They dropped dead, leaving about only four of them left. Malice handed Sara her Beretta. The two watched as the last remaining monsters succumbed to the high electrical current coursing through the fence. Sara began to walk down the alleyway, pulling Malice along by the arm.
"Best to keep the electricity going. We'll go through the alleyways. The Hospital's one building away." She told him.
---Waiting room E---
The trek to the Hospital was relatively easy; save for the bruises Malice suffered from the fall from the fire escape. They sat quietly in the dark, cold room, panting quietly. Suddenly they had heard a door open down hallway D. They quickly got to their feet while switching off the flashlight they had found, and Malice then gestured for Sara to get down and pretend to be knocked out. He rushed to the doors, checking through the glass to see what was coming. He caught a glimpse of three figures slowly heading towards the door, and he knew that they were alive by the sight of their posture, and the fact that they were holding guns. Satisfied, he pressed up against the wall behind the door, hiding in the shadows. He heard them come closer, slowly coming through the doors. He watched as a very large man come in first, then a slightly thinner man followed, and lastly a girl about his height entered last.
"Who are you?" He asked, pointing his handgun at the girl. The three of them spun around, aiming their guns in the dark. "Drop the guns. Sara, do you have them covered?" Malice asked. Sara got back up, pointing her gun at the large man.
"Yup..." She replied. He kept the gun pointed at the girl while he emerged from the shadows. Once he was closer, he shined the flashlight he had found in one of the rooms they visited at the group. Under the harsh light, their faces became visible. The first girl was Asian, with her jet-black hair and pale skin. The man behind her was taller, about five eleven, with jet-black hair down to his upper back, tied in a ponytail. He was really tanned as well, his face having an almost bronzed look to it. He was wearing a plumber's uniform, something you wouldn't see on someone who looked like that man did. The final man was someone he had met once before. It was the police officer he had knocked out and left inside that bar.
"Officer Ryman...glad you survived." He said to the man. Kevin's eyes widened when he realized whom Malice was, or at least looked identical to.
"You're that kid!" Kevin snarled. He advanced on Malice, who took quick action by grabbing the younger Asian and putting the gun to her head.
"Any false moves and little miss Asian gets a breath of fresh air through her skull." He warned. Kevin froze, not wanting to put Yoko in any type of danger. Malice then let her go, pushing her to Kevin. Yoko flew into his arms, scared. Malice relaxed a little, moving cautiously to Sara's side. He sat back down, making it clear to Sara that it was okay to let their guard down. "You three going to keep standing there or are you going to sit with us? As a group we'll be okay for a while, so sit the fuck down." He ordered. The three of them slowly walked over to the other two and took a seat. Soon enough, Malice began to ask them questions. "So do any of you know why this whole zombie situation is happening?" He queried.
David pulled out a file from his pocket and laid it out before him. "I found this a while ago. It mentions something about some sort of virus, but I'm no scientist so I don't understand some of it." He replied.
---Umbrella Facility, Newark, New Jersey---
The same two scientists were waiting; the auto-repairing program almost finished repairing the microchip. "Auto-repair program..." She announced. " She said, pressing the enter button to re-activate the microchip's stasis modifier.
---Umbrella General Hospital, Raccoon City, Minnesota. Waiting Room E---
Micheal blinked in confusion. Where was he? Last he could remember was he had been inside Raccoon Junior High, and he had felt an excruciating, thick, cold sensation coursing through his veins. He had blacked out after that, and had no recollection of why he was here, in this dark room in the hospital. Across from him were two people he had never met before and the cop who was arresting him earlier. On the floor in front of him was some sort of file labelled "classified - Level 8-authority level only." He picked it up, flipping through the pages. He read an excerpt in his head, processing the information.
'File 945, T-virus preliminary reports. Charles Ashford became reclusive, barely leaving his lab for anything. Soon we caught word that he had created a new virus without authorization of his superiors. He had been using it to treat his daughter Angela, who had the same type of physical disabilities as himself. Interested, our superiors ordered that the new creation was to be detained and studied. Once the virus was detained, we commenced experimentation on its various properties. Finally we experimented on human subjects to find that a fairly large majority of the subjects had died. Interestingly enough, the subjects rose again, volatile and contaminated. The virus would feed on the haemoglobins in the bloodstream, effectively killing the subject. Minutes after the death of the subject, the viral cells will encourage the growth of cells in the body then reanimate them, allowing the brain the most simplest of functions. The virus requires an almost constant supply of haemoglobins to function, forcing the subjects to search for fresh blood. Thus the term "zombies" has been used to describe the infected humans.' He looked up to the three strangers.
"I think I understand what it's saying. This Ashford guy created a virus that was ORIGINALLY used to treat physical disabilities, but it says here that his superiors took it away from him and experimented on it. If you fill in the blanks, there must have been a spill of this virus, and it's what is making people turn into zombies. It says the virus needs a constant supply of blood to survive after it uses up the blood in the host body, and it uses the dead body to get it, hence the flesh eating..." He read on, then looked up. "Any injury sustained by infected subjects involving the breakage of skin, cause infection and gradual death..."
"You're infected..." Yoko said in fear. Kevin and David also looked scared, their hands slowly inching towards their guns. Sara threw herself in front of the shocked boy, presenting herself as a shield for the infected teen.
"He's still okay. We still have time. Maybe we can find an antidote or something! Or at least something that'll stop the infection from spreading any further in his body! Please! Put the guns down!" She pleaded. The two men cautiously relaxed their grips, putting down their firearms. "I'm not letting ANYONE kill him. I'm going to keep him alive, even if it kills me." She said courageously. Micheal looked at her in shocked admiration.
'I never knew she actually cared that much...' Micheal thought to himself. Sara turned to Micheal, her face saddened but determined.
"We're going to find that antidote. I swear it. You're not going to turn into one of them..." She told him with a quivering voice. Micheal looked shocked. Her eyes had tears in them, the small orbs having a glowing sheen to them. "You're my best friend..." She finally broke down, throwing herself into Micheal, burying her face in his shoulders and sobbing.
Micheal rubbed her back soothingly. "Sara...shh...it's okay. I'll be fine. I don't even feel any different. Look, here it says the viral symptoms are swelling of infected areas, irritation, and constant bleeding and deteriorated functions. I can still see clearly, the bleeding stopped, and the wound doesn't itch or burn. We still have lots of time..." He assured her. Sara's sobbing quieted down, until she pulled herself from his arms. She nodded. Micheal got up, grabbing his gun and Sara's hand. He turned to the three people still seated and half-smiled. "Well, I'll be going. Obviously you don't want to have me around since I'm infected. Good luck. Hopefully you don't end up like most of the people here." Micheal said politely. He walked to the doors leading deeper into the hospital, Sara following close behind. "See ya." And then they were gone.
The two teenagers walked down the halls in silence, speaking less than two words to each other in one sentence. Of course they were getting more and more adapted to their new situation, more cautious and collected as they gripped their guns with both hands and quietly checked around corners and in doors. Soon they saw light at the end of the modern tunnel, where the reception area lied. Micheal then stopped, surprised to hear something extremely surprising. "Sara...can you hear that?" He asked. It was extremely faint, but he was sure that there was some sort of whirring sound, like a helicopter, and it seemed to be coming from the reception hall. He grabbed her hand and made a dash down the tunnel. "Come on! I can hear a helicopter!" He told her. They reached the reception area, the whirring of blades getting louder and louder. He looked up frantically, finally spotting the Helicopter coming closer to the hospital, with two metal boxes being lifted as well. He began to wave his arms, jumping up and down. "HEY! HEY! WE'RE DOWN HERE! COME ON!" He yelled.
The helicopter didn't seem to notice them, just flying overhead and dropping the two metal boxes through the glass ceiling. Large pieces of glass began to fall, some of them large and sharp enough to cut straight through them. He dove out of the way, pushing Sara out of the way as well. The boxes landed with a loud crash, the floor shaking terribly from the impact. Soon as Micheal knew that there would be no more glass falling down on them, he got up and got closer to the two boxes that had fallen from the sky. On the tops of them bore the insignia for a company that almost everyone in America was familiar with. Umbrella Corporation. The locks were somewhat underdeveloped, like they were meant to be easily opened. Curious, he told Sara to stay behind the counter to hide from anything that might show up, and cautiously walked towards the boxes. He opened the first one, finding something that he would have never expected. Inside was a five barrel, high powered gattling gun, with about three thousand bullest on one belt, and there were about three belt inside the box as well.
'Why would they send something like this here?' He thought to himself as he walked to the next box. He opened the lock and lifted up the top. Inside was a military grade raocket launcher with a revolving ammo feed. As he stared at the high-end piece of weaponry, he hadn't heard the almost impossible to NOT hear footsteps coming up behind him. Micheal continued to ponder on the topic, until he heard extremely deep and heavy breathing coming from behind him. Slowly, he turned around and came face to face with a visage so breathtakingly terrifying, Micheal was frozen with fear. The monster looked almost HUMAN, walking on two feet, with the same proportional features that a human would have, except it's face looked horrendously swollen, its mouth having no lips to cover it's jagged teeth, and having only ONE eye. It seemed to growl in a territorial manner, it's mouth opening slightly.
"Must...kill..." It grunted.
---End Chapter 5!---
(1) Where I end and you begin - Radiohead
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