CHAPTER 8 TRAITORS

Rebecca looked down at the rooftop below. It's was the rooftop to one of Umbrella's key buildings in New York, and they were going to get just a few files before doing the whole search and rescue thing. Barry repelled down the line and was at the bottom in three seconds. Three hundred feet in three seconds… she hated heights. As she started getting prepared for the jump, a warm hand rested on her shoulder, making her jump in fright.

"Hey, you okay?" Chris asked.

"Oh- yeah sorry. I've just… never been too good when dealing with heights." She said shakily as she put a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Chris nodded.

"Don't worry, just close your eyes and hold on. It'll only take a few seconds." And with that, he jumped out of the helicopter like the lunatic he was.

"See you t the bottom!" He called up, his voice fading away with each word. Next to go was Carlos. Then Leon, John, and David leaving only Jill and Rebecca left. Jill finished putting on her lucky blue beret, and walked over to the open door and looked down herself. At the bottom, everyone was waving for them to come down.

"Well," Jill started. "we better get-" Her eyes went as wide as dinner plates as she looked just behind Rebecca and outside.

"What?" Rebecca said as she turned around. Just on the next building over, was a woman armed with what looked like a .50 caliber sniper rifle, and it was aimed at the helicopter. The muzzle of the gun turned bright orange for a second, then the aircraft was spinning out of control.

"S!" Jill hissed. "Check on Joe!" Rebecca nodded and ran to the front, desperately trying not to trip and slide out. She looked in and saw the pilot's head split in three. Blood was sprayed all over the controls, tiny sparks of blue were shooting up. They were screwed.

"He's down!" Rebecca shouted as she ran over to Jill, who was throwing random pieces of equipment down to the others. God only knew what could be down there… they were in an Umbrella lab, nothing ever seemed to go right when around them.

"Jump!" Jill screamed as she threw a medical kit- Rebecca's medical kit over board. She ran over and grabbed the rope, was about to jump down when she noticed it dangling anywhere and everywhere at once, there was no way she'd be able to hold on to it before she reached ground. She noticed Jill roll her eyes, then grab her hand.

"What are you-" Jill threw Rebecca out of the 'copter. She screamed and grabbed the rope, inwardly cursing the woman and thanking her at once.

Rebecca looked down at everything, at the battle ruins that had once been one of the finest cities on earth. The nice, cheery shops were replaced by rubble. The sweet choices of vehicles were now replaced by crushed, blackened metal and yellow and orange flames from hell that just didn't seem to stop burning. The townsfolk that wandered the streets on the go were now mindless, flesh eating zombies. The smells of pollution and restaurants was now rotting flesh that seemed to smell worse and worse every day.

KA-WHACK! The explosion behind her made her lose he grip on the rope, and sent her into a free fall for the last dozen feet. End over end she flipped, her life flashing before her eyes like she was born yesterday. She saw Carlos making a jump to catch her, and missing.

Her body slammed into the ground like a sumo wrestler against an anorexic. Her head cracked against something… hard. She could barely even keep her eyes open at this point. Looking up, she saw pieces of the helicopter raining down from above. Jill was still up there- everything went black.

Derrick scratched his chin, he was thinking about what the psychopath would do to them. For Christ sake, she'd left two of her own people to die, there was more than enough time for them to come back in. He still heard the multiple shotgun blasts outside, heard the two woman making their last stand.

"What the hell Melissa!" Ramone finally said, making everyone almost jump, almost. She shot a glance back at him.

"If they'd come through, we'd be trapped, wouldn't be able to close the doors in time." She said with her teeth clenched so hard it looked like a tooth might crack.

"Bull." Alex said, pulling out her handgun. "I'm going back."

"So am I." Romane said, chambering a round into his M16.

"Well, I'm sorry Melissa, but I'm going too." Wanda said. Derrick looked over at Melissa who looked like she was about to shoot someone (he wouldn't be surprised if she did).

"Fine, we'll all go." She said. The all ran back into the hall, and were amazed to see Jessica and Phyllis sitting on the floor… the blood soaked floor that was red when they entered.

"Hey, how's he holding up?" Derrick whispered to Ron.

"Who Tyler? Well, he has a bad limp, and is very pale but he'll pull through." Ron replied.

"And my hand hurts like hell, though it's my fault for being a dumbass." Tyler joked. Before another word could be said, Melissa was already yapping to somebody that was walking down the stairs which led to the roof.

"Got 'em. They're all in that building down there." Said the man to Melissa.

"Good. Jessica, how did you get that wound again?" Melissa asked as she pulled out Derrick's handgun and loaded a round into it.

"Oh, um as I was running in here, the doors-"

"Closed on her leg, so she had to shoot it off." Phyllis finished. Melissa raised a brow, then put the gun away.

"Ok, well we won't need to carry along these guys and gals anymore, take them out." She ordered the team.

"What! Wait- you can't-" Sarah started.

"Oh, I can do whatever the hell I want." Melissa cut in.

"Melissa, don't you think this is a little too harsh, how about we just let them go?" Phyllis said.

"And how about you stop lying for other people." Melissa said as she lifted her beretta to Jessica's head, then pulled the trigger. Alex screamed as blood soaked the tile behind Jessica and her lifeless body slumped to the ground. A second later, Melissa's own team attacked her.

Tell me what you think.