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Chapter: 10

Matt stood up, and walked over to me, staring at me in shock. "You got a lot taller!" He said. "It finally happened."

I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him into another room. "Yeah at the Hive after we took out like twenty zombies, and I convinced Angela NOT to kill me, this happened. It hurt like you wouldn't believe. But when it stopped I was like this, and check this out," I stuck out my body's new weapon, and pulled it back in. "That was there."

Matt crossed his arms, and nodded. "You're reaching the maturing stage. We were just waiting for it to happen."

"Maturing?" I asked. He nodded. "What's going to happen to me?"

"A lot of this, and what you will be when you come out of this stage is unknown to everyone. You're the guinea pig of Umbrella in more ways than one," Matt said.

"Wonderful," I said, I leaned against the wall. "We got everything I guess. I used up about all of my ammo killing zombies and Lickers. But the Hellion is what used up all my gattling gun's ammo."

"Are you sure you killed it?" He asked. I nodded.

"I filled it full of holes, it fell down and didn't get back up," I said. Matt looked doubtful, but nodded his head.

"And you killed everything else?" He asked. "I figured you'd have something to say about them."

"Huh?" I asked. But just then the phone rang. Matt picked it up.

"Hello?" There was murmuring as someone spoke to him very angrily. Matt's eyes widened and he looked to Mark. The man on the other line hung up.

"My God," Matt said. He fell back into the wooden chair near him and put his forehead in his hands. "They're out….all of them."

"WHAT!?!?" Mark, Jacob, and Angela demanded. They all looked to me disbelievingly and then back to Matt as he began talking.

Something escaped from the garage, and now there are hundreds of zombies from the storage, dozens of Lickers….and some other things roaming the streets. Come outside," he said. He walked out the back, looking solemn. We all stood out on the patio, with the intruders behind us as well.

Matt pointed to the open fields below us. All around the city there were enormous vehicles slowly carrying a payload that was the size of a square city block. We watched them pull into positions, small outposts near the outskirts of the city.

Helicopters dropped enormous walls about the city. Three helicopters placed an enormous door on top of the main highway. Within minutes the city was surrounded.

"They're going through with the Devil's Lair procedure. They're going to cut off every exit to the city, even the sky this time," Mark said. The vehicles threw off their enormous lids, and a crane-like arm folded outward. There were dozens of these arms. They all reached high into the sky, coming together and connecting in the center. The bases of these arms were pushed from the vehicles, and into place on the outposts.

"We're all going back, we have to help the S.T.A.R.S members with the evacuation and cleansing of the city. Then he turned to the people that I'd assumed were strangers to everyone. "You know you're coming, right?"

Alice nodded, as did the brunette, the African man and the dark haired ex-S.T.A.R.S. member. Alice knelt down to the little girl. "I want you to stay here, lock the doors and we'll come and get you later, I promise. Okay?"

The girl nodded. Angela walked up to her and pat her on the head. "You look a lot like a friend of mine."

"Really?" Said the girl. Angela stepped back, astonished. I, too, was shocked. This girl had the same voice, the same accent as Red. Angela shook her head.

"You'll be safe here, this was my mom's house, and it has its own little security system, when you're gone I want you to find the security pad and type in this number," she said. She whispered it into the girls ear. She nodded.

"Sounds easy enough," she said.

With that we took to the van, finding two instead. The strangers took to theirs and we to our own, and we were off, toward the gate. When we arrived we were greeted immediately by angry men in suits. "Well, the dipshits that caused the second outburst. All the projects are on the loose. Lemme guess, you all want to help kill the big bad zombies?" Said one of them. I growled and picked him up.

"Stop talking, right now," I warned, and threw him gently to the side. He fell on his rich, ignorant ass and spat out some words that didn't really help me like him any more, so we kept walking. We burst into a tent that read 'ARMORY' on the front, and everyone, including Matt and Mark, grabbed a gun and LOTS of ammo.

"I think what YOU, Nemesis Omega, are looking for is in the back," Said an old man's voice. I turned to see a weakened looking old man. His thin white hair was drawn into a curl that covered his forehead. He was bent, and leaned on a cane. I looked to the back. There was a gattling gun and even more ammo than ever before.

I picked it up and equipped it. Looking back to him. "And who's the wrinkled old man telling me this?"

"Daniel Catforth," he answered. I looked to Matt, who gave me a warning look. I kept quiet. This was the head of all the Umbrella Corporation or something, I was guessing, overlooking the city during this infestation.

Now, our group of nine was ready to enter the city. (Ten including Baohuren).

We left the tent, ignoring anyone that talked to us, and anyone who tried to stop us. We were expectedly cleared at the gate, we were the only people trying to go into the city, everyone else was trying to be cleared to leave.

"Stick by us if something happens," Angela said to Matt and Mark, they nodded. We walked on for a little while, and I decided to make some conversation. I'd been craving answers for some time.

"Okay, who are all of you?" I asked abruptly. I looked to the strangers.

"The names Carlos."

"Jill, Jill Valentine."

"Alice."

"everybody calls me L1."

Carlos was an ex STARS member that left Umbrella during the last incident to stop them from abusing the civilians of the area. Jill was also an ex S.T.A.R.S. member dedicated to preventing outbreaks, L1 was a civilian turn soldier during the last incident, and hadn't been the same since. Alice, was another project of Umbrella's, which made me worry about her, she didn't remember a lot, but she'd been around the block, and apparently I wasn't the only "nemesis".

There was a man named Matt that had been very close to her, and he'd suffered the same ill affects of the Nemesis strain that I had, they were forced to fight each other during the last outbreak and it was then she learned who he was. Shortly afterwards, in a will stronger than his programming, he gave his life to save Alice's. I felt immediately ashamed for being what I was.

We encountered few zombies, yet nothing that a few bullet's wouldn't remedy. I hadn't even bothered to use the ammunition of my own. I'd need it for whatever broke out of the facility.

There was a lingering fear in my mind that it was the Hellion, and if it was, then how could I possibly beat it? I brushed the thought aside, though, the odds that it was alive were so bad it was embarrassing to worry about it.

Author's Note: And here's where the fun begins, things are bound to happen that not even I know about yet. This should be fun! Sorry for the wait, this document's at my school and got left there during the weekend. I have a request, could I possibly get more than 2 reviews this chapter? I was most unmotivated. I'm sorry if I seem demanding or whatever, but I really like reviews. Well I gotta go now, so later!