Chapter 6
His adrenalin was pumping throughout his body. Only a minute ago he was a Human Popsicle. Now he was a sweaty blazing inferno.
The howling and screaming made his blood run cold, yet again. He ran out the door, and sprinted over to the front door flinging it open. He was met wit ha rush of cold air that stung his eyes, but he was unable to close them due to what he saw.
He saw the men and women who had stood in front of the gate, try to shut it. Their efforts were in vain, for they were attacked by the hordes of cannibalistic people that now fit the description of the undead.
It wasn't a fight; it was an onslaught. The men and women tried to fight back, but the zombies took every hit and came back for more. The humans were out numbered two to one. Blood from the humans' faces, necks, and legs colored the once white snow.
It was now almost dark; the sun had nearly gone all the way down. Zane closed the door, and leaned against it, sliding down to the ground. He started gasping for air He wasn't crying, but he was laughing.
"I came all the way here to kill a man who destroyed me." He began to laugh harder. "I bet the bastard was attacked by one of the freaks, and he screamed and cried like a little girl." He continued to laugh, kicking his feet at the rug.
His laughter soon died when he realized the rug had moved about an inch, revealing a small corner of parchment. Zane gazed at the paper, and gingerly reached out and pulled the paper out. He examined it for a long moment before realizing that he was holding a map of the complex, a quite long and extensive map at that. The only problem was that one of the corners had been torn off.
Mr. Grish decided to go to the place on the map that was torn off in hope of finding an exit. But first he decided that he should try to find some weaponry, if at all possible.
He walked back to the computer room, found his gun, and placed it in his right hand, ready to fire, should the need ever arise.
He left the room, and entered the door on the right. Through the corridor he went, hoping to find weapons of any kind. Into a room that had a suit of armor, chain-male, and various weaponry of the mid-evil times. Mr. Grish picked up a ball and chain, only to find to his dissatisfaction, that they were no more than ceramic and plaster.
In his anger he threw the ball and chain directly into one of the swords, causing it to fall on the chain-male. Zane looked from the broken ball and chain, to the damaged sword, to the unscathed chain-male. Zane examined the chain-male closer, noticing the intricate pattern of the small metal circles.
He decided that the zombies' teeth could not permeate the 1/8 inch thick metal. He put on the chain-male, a little baggy, but what can't hurt you must only help.
Zane thought he heard a yell from the front entrance. He jetted back to the main hall, just in time to see a zombie stumble into the room at the top of the stairs. He heard a female voice scream for help.
He bounded up the stairs there at a time. He swung around the door, and watched as three zombies advanced upon a defenseless woman. She was crouched down, cradling a bloody arm.
"Get away from me you viral fuck!" With that she stood up and launched a massive kick into the nearest zombie's chest, crushing it instantly.
She looked to the door way to see an unknown man standing still. "Help me!" She pleaded.
Mr. Grish snapped out of his trance and stepped into the room. The zombie that was kicked started crawling towards Zane. Zane's first instinct was to pass it, but on second thought he raised his hand and fired a muffled round into the zombie's head. The muffled gunshot echoed in the small room. The two zombies must have heard the shot, or at least have sensed it because they turned to face Mr. Grish.
Mr. Grish went towards the left wall in the room, near a grand Mesa table and fired the six remaining bullets, all of which went into the closest zombie's chest. The zombie stumbled, and then fell giving a death rattle.
The other zombie continued to advance. Mr. Grish was out of bullets, and surveyed the room for any type of weaponry. He found none, and the zombie continued to draw nearer, Mr. Grish unable to protect himself.
Mr. Grish held out his hands trying to hold the zombie away from him. It grabbed his shoulders, drawing its face towards Mr. Grish's neck. Mr. Grish could smell the foul odor of decay coming from the beast's mouth and body.
He felt the teeth bite into the metal that protected his body. The metal began to pinch his skin, and then it began to rip it.
The woman who was in the corner had come up to the zombie, and kicked it in the back of the knee, causing it to release its grip on Zane.
Mr. Grish realized what had happened, and that there was no way around the zombie, so he turned and kicked the leg of the Mesa table, snapping it clean off. He picked up the table leg as the table began to fall. He gripped that table leg, and brought it down directly on the thing's lower back, he raised it again, this time it came down on the zombie's head, spraying blood across Mr. Grish's face. He continued beating the lifeless corpse wit the Mesa leg, even after it was apparent it was dead.
The woman walked over to Mr. Grish, reaching out her hand. "I think it's dead." She reached out and grabbed the bloody Mesa lag from Mr. Grish.
Zane, panting, said, "So-what's your-story?"
"I was forced here, against my will. I was supposed to be a subject, and I escaped."
"Subject, a subject for what?"
The woman looked at him quizzically. "Do you even know what goes on here?"
"Errrrrr, no. I came here to-to fulfill a promise." Zane swung his arm motioning to the corpses. "What happened here?"
The woman stood there for a moment, thinking as if trying to find the words to explain it. The finally she spoke. "It all started six years ago, in a city in America, named Raccoon City."
"I heard something about that, supposedly some terrorists stole a nuke, and bombed America."
"Not exactly. That is what the government said happened. The truth was that there was an outbreak. A virus created by the corrupt company named Umbrella.
"The virus escaped their facility, and spread to the city. The inhabitants of Raccoon City were bombed by the government to slow do the spreading.
"A few made it out alive, but not many."
"How do you know this?" asked Zane.
She looked at him and raised her eyebrows. "Because I am one of the few who survived the nightmare in Raccoon City."
Zane looked at the woman in awe.
"We should try to find some weapons. I know a way out, but it is filled with these freaks." She gestured to the zombies lying on the floor.
"I agree, by the way my name is Zane."
"Lindsay."
"Let's get to work."
Both Lindsay and Zane walk out the door and down the stairs.