Chapter Four

Chris reached the end of the hallway and reached for the door to the stair case leading up to the 9th floor, he stopped when he heard what sounded like breathing behind him. Pistol at the ready he whirled around to see one of the team members from S.T.A.R.S alpha team and lowered his pistol, Chris walked closer to see who it was and when it came into what little light there was in the end of the hallway he saw that it had that very dead look in its eyes. Almost immeadately he tried to raise the pistol but the zombified S.T.A.R.S member knocked it out of his hands. 'shit this zombie can actually think' Chris thought in utter shock as the zombie started to push him back against the door.

Chris had to think fast he was about to be cornered by a zombie that actually had some control over what it did besides the need for human flesh and he didn't have a gun. Feeling blindly behind him Chris found the handle of the door and turned it so that he could at least keep going and try to make a stand against the zombie. The door opened up and Chris tripped over the small lip between the floor and the stair case, as he laid there on his back he noticed the zombie still had its pistol in the holster. So without so much as giving it a second thought Chris kicked the zombies feet out from under it pulled the gun out and put a round through each dead eye. Satisfied the zombie was dead he went back and got his pistol and then searched the zombie for maybe some ammo for the pistols.

He had found two clips of ammo and that was it, but Chris felt alot more safe now that he had two pistols instead of one.

"I hope Blade hasn't run into one of those new "Smart Zombies" and I hope I don't find anymore either." Chris said with hope in his voice as he ascended the stairwell.

Blade was like a kid in the candy store there were assult rifles, pistols, grenades, magnums, and even a few shotguns. Basiclly if you could name the weapon it was most likely in this armory. After a one hour of gathering guns and ammo Blade realised that he couldn't carry all of them. So resentfully he had to leave a lot of things behind but he did manage to get a M4 assault rifle with a back strap, a desert eagle and holster only one clip though, his pistol and he decided to take a sawed off twelve gauge with a shoulder strap.

Blade came out of the armory looking like he was ready for war unfourtunately he could barely move with the shotgun on his shoulder as well as the M4 on his back so he decided to "mount up" and take the shotgun in his hands ready for anything. He took two steps when the pain in his ankle hit him as well as the shoulder wound. So he turned around went back into the armory and shut the door looking and hoping to find some first aid supplies. He found an entire first aid kit at the back of the armory as well as two clips of Desert Eagle ammo. Walking back to the door he sat down on a crate facing the door with another M4 next to him incase the door failed and went to work on his ankle wrapping it with an ace bandage.

Twenty minutes later Blade had started working on his shoulder with a small mirror and needle and tread he found in the kit. This sure was a difficult task he was facing the guy couldn't even fix a rip in a pair of jeans with a needle and thread and now he was trying to do it in his shoulder while looking at the wound through a mirror. After about an hour had passed he was patched up and good to go. He armed himself with all the weapons he had already had laid out and even stuffed a few grenades into his pocket 'just in case' he thought.

On his way out of the door he noticed some explode on contact grenades that were shaped like a football, a smile crept across his face as he grabbed one and went out the door.

The thing that he had encountered in the Hallway before the stair case had made its way down the stairs and was now headed for him.

Once again the smile crept across his face as he yelled "Hey ugly you any good at playing Wide Reciever cause he comes a bullet!" and with that he threw the grenade with all his might right at his intended target it hit right were the numbers would have been if it was wearing a jersey a huge explosion rocked the building and took Blade off his feet.

He got up and servied the carnage there was blood and guts everywhere from that thing. Blade stood up triumphantly and smiled again saying " I got you mother fucker that was for my shoulder." He unslung his newly found shot gun and headed for the door to the fourth floor.

Chris was knocked off his feet about halfway up the stairs by an explosion and unfortunately rolled all the way back down the stairs. Once he stopped at the bottom he actually smiled and said " Well at least I know Blade is still alive he always uses to much force when its available." chuckling as he went up the stairs.

Chris finally got to the top wondering why the hell they had to make this set of stairs so much longer than the rest of them and when he opened the door he saw why he was in some sort of bio lab with hundreds of tanks with things floating in them and about twenty zombies shuffling around in the room. He stopped surveyed the situation and decided that if he hit one of those tanks it wouldn't be very good so he started to make his way across the room hoping that the zombies wouldn't see him. About halfway across the room his luck failed as a zombie noticed him and started towards him moaning very loudly getting the attention of about five other zombies. "Shit." Chris said surprisingly calm as he lifted the pistols and fired at the first zombie catching it in the head dropping it instantly, he whirled around and started letting the pistols do the talking for him. when the smoke cleared he had only taken out about three of them and was in the process of reloading when he noticed that the other zombies had taken a huge intrest in him becuase of the noise so he turned and booked ass for the door leading up to the tenth floor. He kicked down the door and ran up the stairs...

Meanwhile back in the lab Chris had just left one of the tanks was leaking the glass had been rittled with gunfire and was at the point of breaking. CRASH the glass gave out and the creature inside another one of those alien things raised itself out of the glass and howled with blood thirsty anger and ran off in the direction of which led to Blade.

Blade was in the stairwell when he heard that unholy howl and whirled around looking to see if it was behind him or not. Satisfied the thing wasn't behind him he continued his decent. Little did he know the creature knew all to well what it was after and had his scent to follow.

Chris heard the howl and noticed how close it was but then heard it moving away from him he felt releaved and headed up the stairs again. He reached the top of the stairs and opened the door that read TENTH FLOOR CHEM. LABS.

Blade reached the fourth floor and tried to read the door but it had been scratched and he could only make out the word TESTING hoping for the best he reached for the handle and turned it.