Catherine made her way to a building that was small, squat, and drab.
She didn't think that there would be any of the Infected inside, but she
still held her gun in front of her in shaking hands. She nudged open the
door and peered inside.
A small lab table, a chair that had been pushed back hastily, and a dirty window. Uranium City was a ghost town in reality, now. Suddenly she heard curses on the street as a man reached the same realization that she had - that the helicopter was gone. Catherine froze, then peered out the window. William Birkin was on the street, staring angrily at the horizon.
Flooded with relief, she rushed out onto the street.
"Dr. Birkin!" she called. He gave her a surprised look.
"Spencer. What are you doing here?"
"Looking for a phone." Catherine turned slightly pink. "I bought a quarter." Birkin merely nodded, then turned his full attention to her. "I can't wait to call Uncle Oswell. He'll be worried." she fretted about for a second, peering to see if she had missed a phone in the small one roomed building.
He suddenly frowned, then a small smile appeared on his face.
"Yes." he said. "Oswell is your uncle, isn't he?"
"Um. Yes, Dr. Birkin."
There was an odd look in his eyes. She did not recognize it. She had the utmost respect for Dr. Birkin - he was a genius, and the G-Virus had been a stroke of brilliance. But there was also mystery surrounding him in a way - she supposed that other women would find that attractive.
"So um... shall we go?" she asked.
"Yes." Birkin confirmed with a nod.
"Wake up Cora, or I'll give you a wet willy." A familiar voice came out of the blackness. Cora muttered something that didn't even have a vowel in it. A sigh came from above, and then something wet and cold was in her ear. "WET WILLY!" cried the voice joyously.
"AUGH!" Cora jolted awake, but the weight on the stomach was holding her down. Salven was sitting on her chest, a grin on his ace and his finger in her ear. A finger wet with saliva. "Salven, get off of me or I'll disconnect your arms from your sockets."
"You can't do that."
"Oh, really?" Cora said, narrowing her eyes. He scrambled off of her.
"Fine, Virus-Girl. Go right ahead." Salven said sulkily. She got to her feet, sighing. She had nearly forgotten about the virus. She rubbed her neck; it still twinged slightly from the syringe.
"Don't call me that." she snapped, then frowned. "Where are Hojo and the Spencer kids?"
"Cathy took off."
"Goddamnit!" Cora swore angrily, raising her fist as if to slam it into the wall. She ended up shoving her hands angrily into her pockets instead. "Did Cass and Hojo leave too?"
"Cass is still around. So's Hojo. The guy's an idiot."
"Shush."
The two Umbrella soldiers were interrupted by Cass and Hojo coming over. Cass was cursing under her breath, Hojo looked bright as usual.
"Hi." he greeted the two. "Um... you're fine, right, Cora?"
"No thanks to you." she snapped. Hojo looked hurt. Well, fine, let him be hurt! She didn't care. She sighed again, then left. Cass was still cursing. The others followed her, but she didn't know where she was going.
/I wish Scythe was here./ She thought, then dismissed it immidately. He'd shoot her. She was the next thing to a zombie, after all.
"Is Alexia still around?" Cora tried to sound calm, but she could not stop herself from shuddering slightly. Salven responded.
"Nah, I fought her off."
"Salven, you locked yourself in a broom closet." Hojo blinked.
"Shut up! I'm trying to score points with Cora!"
"You shut up! It's not nice to lie!"
"Both of you shut up!" Cassandra snapped irritably. Cora wondered if she had what it took to shoot Salven. But he probably wouldn't even shut up then.
Alanna was thirsty and hungry. She strained against her bonds for the thousandth time. She groaned as the heavy steel door swung open. It had blocked all her screams, so it had to be that awful blond man.
This time it was not a blond man, but a woman instead. She could have been a twin to the man, with long blond hair and a sneer on her ruby red lips.
She pranced over, peering into Alanna's face with that horrible sneer.
"You inferior worker ant." she sneered. Alanna spat on her face.
"I want Gabe now." she howled, half-mad with fear and rage. She knew that it was a stupid thing to do. She didn't care. The woman's face contorted into rage, and she jerked back angrily.
"You ... dare?" With a manicured hand, she seized a handful of pale hair and tugged in irritation. "You dare speak to your superior that way, girl?!" the voice was becoming more shrill, and less elegent. "You imbicile!" she released her hair and backhanded Alanna. Then suddenly, the hair , slipped back ... to show a patch of stubble.
"You're a man!" Alanna blurted. "You're ..." She had been worn away to nothing but nerves and hysteria, so she burst into giggles. With a snarl, the man seized a needle and rammed it into her forearm.
"You won't tell anyone about this if you're a zombie." the man gave a high pictured giggle.
"Gabe!" Alanna shrieked. She was infected, but her big brother could save her. He always had. He had always protected her and he would come now to save her. Her body began to convulse violently, and terror went through her. "Gabe, please! Gabe!" she screamed, then fell back limply. She did not struggle again.
"There are terrorists in Uranium City." Chris said into the phone. He kept his voice low - they were at a payphone, and he didn't want to attract attention.
"Terrorists?" An astonished voice replied. "What proof do you -"
"Just burn it down to the ground!" Chris responded harshly. "You have to destroy it, with missiles. Now!" and then he slammed the phone down. Claire burst into giggles.
"You do a horrible tough guy impression."
"Hey." Chris turned to her and ruffled his little sister's hair. "Sorry we didn't find Steve."
Claire turned pink and turned away, and Chris regretted saying it immidately.
"Come on." he said instead. "Let's go home. Have a bit of a vacation. I think we need it."
A small lab table, a chair that had been pushed back hastily, and a dirty window. Uranium City was a ghost town in reality, now. Suddenly she heard curses on the street as a man reached the same realization that she had - that the helicopter was gone. Catherine froze, then peered out the window. William Birkin was on the street, staring angrily at the horizon.
Flooded with relief, she rushed out onto the street.
"Dr. Birkin!" she called. He gave her a surprised look.
"Spencer. What are you doing here?"
"Looking for a phone." Catherine turned slightly pink. "I bought a quarter." Birkin merely nodded, then turned his full attention to her. "I can't wait to call Uncle Oswell. He'll be worried." she fretted about for a second, peering to see if she had missed a phone in the small one roomed building.
He suddenly frowned, then a small smile appeared on his face.
"Yes." he said. "Oswell is your uncle, isn't he?"
"Um. Yes, Dr. Birkin."
There was an odd look in his eyes. She did not recognize it. She had the utmost respect for Dr. Birkin - he was a genius, and the G-Virus had been a stroke of brilliance. But there was also mystery surrounding him in a way - she supposed that other women would find that attractive.
"So um... shall we go?" she asked.
"Yes." Birkin confirmed with a nod.
"Wake up Cora, or I'll give you a wet willy." A familiar voice came out of the blackness. Cora muttered something that didn't even have a vowel in it. A sigh came from above, and then something wet and cold was in her ear. "WET WILLY!" cried the voice joyously.
"AUGH!" Cora jolted awake, but the weight on the stomach was holding her down. Salven was sitting on her chest, a grin on his ace and his finger in her ear. A finger wet with saliva. "Salven, get off of me or I'll disconnect your arms from your sockets."
"You can't do that."
"Oh, really?" Cora said, narrowing her eyes. He scrambled off of her.
"Fine, Virus-Girl. Go right ahead." Salven said sulkily. She got to her feet, sighing. She had nearly forgotten about the virus. She rubbed her neck; it still twinged slightly from the syringe.
"Don't call me that." she snapped, then frowned. "Where are Hojo and the Spencer kids?"
"Cathy took off."
"Goddamnit!" Cora swore angrily, raising her fist as if to slam it into the wall. She ended up shoving her hands angrily into her pockets instead. "Did Cass and Hojo leave too?"
"Cass is still around. So's Hojo. The guy's an idiot."
"Shush."
The two Umbrella soldiers were interrupted by Cass and Hojo coming over. Cass was cursing under her breath, Hojo looked bright as usual.
"Hi." he greeted the two. "Um... you're fine, right, Cora?"
"No thanks to you." she snapped. Hojo looked hurt. Well, fine, let him be hurt! She didn't care. She sighed again, then left. Cass was still cursing. The others followed her, but she didn't know where she was going.
/I wish Scythe was here./ She thought, then dismissed it immidately. He'd shoot her. She was the next thing to a zombie, after all.
"Is Alexia still around?" Cora tried to sound calm, but she could not stop herself from shuddering slightly. Salven responded.
"Nah, I fought her off."
"Salven, you locked yourself in a broom closet." Hojo blinked.
"Shut up! I'm trying to score points with Cora!"
"You shut up! It's not nice to lie!"
"Both of you shut up!" Cassandra snapped irritably. Cora wondered if she had what it took to shoot Salven. But he probably wouldn't even shut up then.
Alanna was thirsty and hungry. She strained against her bonds for the thousandth time. She groaned as the heavy steel door swung open. It had blocked all her screams, so it had to be that awful blond man.
This time it was not a blond man, but a woman instead. She could have been a twin to the man, with long blond hair and a sneer on her ruby red lips.
She pranced over, peering into Alanna's face with that horrible sneer.
"You inferior worker ant." she sneered. Alanna spat on her face.
"I want Gabe now." she howled, half-mad with fear and rage. She knew that it was a stupid thing to do. She didn't care. The woman's face contorted into rage, and she jerked back angrily.
"You ... dare?" With a manicured hand, she seized a handful of pale hair and tugged in irritation. "You dare speak to your superior that way, girl?!" the voice was becoming more shrill, and less elegent. "You imbicile!" she released her hair and backhanded Alanna. Then suddenly, the hair , slipped back ... to show a patch of stubble.
"You're a man!" Alanna blurted. "You're ..." She had been worn away to nothing but nerves and hysteria, so she burst into giggles. With a snarl, the man seized a needle and rammed it into her forearm.
"You won't tell anyone about this if you're a zombie." the man gave a high pictured giggle.
"Gabe!" Alanna shrieked. She was infected, but her big brother could save her. He always had. He had always protected her and he would come now to save her. Her body began to convulse violently, and terror went through her. "Gabe, please! Gabe!" she screamed, then fell back limply. She did not struggle again.
"There are terrorists in Uranium City." Chris said into the phone. He kept his voice low - they were at a payphone, and he didn't want to attract attention.
"Terrorists?" An astonished voice replied. "What proof do you -"
"Just burn it down to the ground!" Chris responded harshly. "You have to destroy it, with missiles. Now!" and then he slammed the phone down. Claire burst into giggles.
"You do a horrible tough guy impression."
"Hey." Chris turned to her and ruffled his little sister's hair. "Sorry we didn't find Steve."
Claire turned pink and turned away, and Chris regretted saying it immidately.
"Come on." he said instead. "Let's go home. Have a bit of a vacation. I think we need it."