A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys. Shade, I want you to know that I know that the cursing is over the top, but that's because he's still blaming everything on Umbrella. As the story goes on and he cheats death more and more, the Umbrella bashing will die down and he'll be worrying more about his next move.

Resident Evil: Betrayed

Chapter 2

Boom!

Another zombie went down as Dr. Scott Stoller started to reload his shotgun and stop at the end of the hallway. The hallway looked much like all the other hallways in the hospital. Red walls of blood with spots of white paint. At this particular hallway he had the choice of going left or right. Left was the way out of the Hospital, but he couldn't shake the feeling that maybe he wasn't alone. Maybe there was someone else in here waiting for him to come and help him get out.

"Fuck it." The doctor said and made his decision left.

Moaning and lots of it filled the Stoller's ears as he stopped and raised his shotgun down the hallway. He was fucking sick of this already and just wanted to get out, that's all he wanted. To get the far, far away from this hell hole.

"Uhhhhh…"

"Auhhhhhhh…"

After the two moans he heard three more and several gurgling noises. Shit… He could make it past them, but that would take out more ammunition than he could waste. He needed another gun or something. Stoller turned around and ran down the right side and stopped halfway near a door. The doctor put his ear up the door and listened. No scratching, no moaning, no groaning. He slowly reached out to the knob and twisted it and pushed it opened, holding up his shotgun.

"Freeze you damn nigger!" A voice called out.

FUCKING GREAT. The first survivor I find is a fucking racist.

"I'm not African American." Dr. Scott Stoller called out into the room, closing the door behind. "And I'm definitely not a zombie in case if that was the second thing you were going to call me."

Movement from the right side of the room. The doctor looked toward his right, his gun still aimed. He saw a middle aged man, average height, brown hair and eyes, stand up slowly his M4 raised. "Thank god, I thought you were one of them."

"I'm not. My name is Scott Stoller." Stoller said not wanting to give away his identity of being a doctor, just in case this bastard was a secret agent for Umbrella.

"Name is Jason Greene." Jason said and shortly after he lowered his M4.

"Nice to meet you, Jason. How did you get in here?" The doctor said, as he too, lowered his weapon.

Jason moved toward the doctor. "The streets were overrun by them fucking niggers, so I took shelter in the hospital. I dodged them outside and made my way in here."

"Where'd you get the gun?" …I want it. He added in his mind.

"The nigger over there was holding it." He pointed to the dead corpse in the corner of the room.

"Why the fuck are you calling them niggers? They're motherfucking zombies!" Scott screamed in frustration, a mix of not finding the M4 first and the thought of having to travel with a racist.

"Calm down," Jason said. "I-"

"Don't," The doctor cut in. "I don't care." He moved toward the corpse and inspected his pockets finding spare M4 clips. Fucking obtuse piece of shit… Stoller pocketed the clips, making sure Jason didn't see.

"Hey do you know the way out of here?" Jason asked from behind Stoller.

Dr. Scott Stoller turned around. "Yes I do," He said and for the first time he noticed the bloody mark and torn shirt on Jason's shoulder. "What happened?"

"One of those damn ni…zombies bit me before I got into here. It hurts like a motherfucker." Jason replied itching his shoulder.

The doctor suppressed a grin. Jason Greene was infected and now he had even more of a reason to kill the dumb fuck. "Oh well, follow me. I'll get us out of here."

Dr. Scott Stoller moved out of the room with Jason Greene behind him following closely. Stoller slowly made his way back toward the left hall. "So Jason, ever shoot a person before?"

There was a moment of silence and then the doctor heard a groan. Fuck! Transformation can't be that quick. The doctor turned around quickly with his shotgun raised and received a,

"Holy shit!" Jason yelled. "Don't shoot! My shoulder was in pain."

"Sorry," Stoller said as he lowered his shotgun. "I heard a groan, I thought a zombie was behind us."

"Oh," Jason said, his voice a little pitchy. "And to answer your question, no. I haven't."

"Well then you're really missing something," The doctor started as he turned around and made his way further down the hall toward the zombies. "You're missing the rush and satisfying feeling of shooting man. It gives you a feeling of control. You have the upper hand on them. You can shoot them and watch them bleed and beg for their pathetic life."

Further and further the groans and moans of the zombies.

"Mr. Stoller…I can hear them…" Jason said, with a shaky voice. It might have been from the zombies, but it might have also been from Dr. Scott Stoller himself.

"As I can, Mr. Greene," Stoller said. "You want to know something?"

With hesitance Jason replied with a, "Sure, Mr. Stoller."

"You're about to see them as well." Stoller grabbed Jason's M4 pulling him forward. The M4 came loose and Jason went stumbling in front of Scott. M4 in hand, the doctor shot Jason in the back and kicked him further to the group of zombies.

"FUCKING HELL! DAMN NIGGERS!" Jason screamed, leaving the world his last words as the zombies bit into his flesh.

Dr. Scott Stoller swung the M4 over his shoulder and raised his shotgun and shot at the zombies not interested in eating what was once Jason Greene.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Four, five, six zombies went down as the doctor ran forward past the zombies eating Jason Greene's useless body. He didn't stop running, never stopping until he reached the door into the front lobby of the Hospital. Scott reloaded four shells into his shotgun and pumped it and reached for the doorknob, stained with blood. He opened the door and raised his shotgun.

The lobby looked totally wrong. It looked, sounded, and smelt wrong. The Hospital lobby was clean with no blood at all. It was silent with no moaning, groaning, or scratching and it smelt like the freshest thing since his office.

Why didn't Umbrella infect the lobby or my office? What are they planning? What…forget it Stoller. Move out of here quickly. Don't want to be roaming the streets at night, do we?

The doctor moved across the lobby, admiring it. It seemed so long since he's seen it. It was quite a piece of work, really. Marble floor and walls. The desks and elevators were made of mahogany and it had several chandeliers. And of course, the most important part. A fucking huge ass Umbrella logo in the middle of the room.

Scott Stoller made his way slowly across the room, trying to take it all in before he hit the streets. This would probably be the last peaceful place he would come across. He moved toward the receptionist's desk and sat down in the huge leather chair. He sighed contently, at peace with himself and looked at the golden clock right above the entrance.

It read 2:36. Stoller had started this nightmarish adventure nearly three hours ago and he was so tired.

So very tired. Maybe if I just close my eyes for a second…just a couple minutes. I won't go to sleep, just close my eyes.

Bang!

His bullshit reasoning to take a nap was interrupted by zombies banging against the door he had come from. They had finished Jason already and now wanted the doctor. Scott stood up, reluctantly and quickly made his way toward the entrance of the Hospital…or exit. Whichever way you want to look at it. As he placed his hands on the door he had a flashback of when he was first assigned to the Hospital.

"And here is the hospital that you will be working at for the time being Dr. Stoller."

"Hospital? I thought I was working with the virus…" He had said to the short, fat man, that he forgot the name of.

"You will…in time. For now you will be working in the underground lab." The man had said as he pressed the down arrow on the elevator.

"Working on what, exactly?" The doctor had said.

"Dr. Stoller, you will be working on…other things for Umbrella." The man said as he stepped into the elevator. Stoller followed him in and the man had inserted the key and pressed the L1 button.

Dr. Scott Stoller remembered that, that would be the first time that he would be thinking of the same thing for the rest of his career with Umbrella. And he repeated it to out loud as he exited the Hospital.

"Those lying, betraying bastards…"