Chapter One: Alone
Three days earlier
1/24/10
Caitlyn Anderson hitched up her gear and weapons from her locker. The city had been overturned in the last few weeks and reports of murder were increasing rapidly. The citizens of Scrapeson were fading away as some sort of flu made an appearance. The city was also blocked up so no one can enter or exit the city.
Caitlyn didn't know how it got there but investigators predicted the flu was released into the water supply and was drunk through home sinks and faucets. Too bad I drink only bottled water. She had also heard that when a victim is infected fevers fry their brains and in a couple of hours they reawaken and crave for human flesh. They become a cannibal and attack everything that is human and somehow when bitten it infects another and repeats the process.
She had been assigned to be in the S.W.A.T. about six months ago after she moved to Scrapeson to begin a new life after her mom and dad were killed in a car accident in Memphis, Tennessee. She put on her bullet-proof vest and grabbed five clips for her sub-machine gun. She took out a Desert Eagle Magnum complete with a custom-made ten-inch barrel. She had received the gun for a gift a few days after she took the job. She then secured it in a gun-holster strapped to her waist. She grabbed her helmet and walked into the lobby of the Scrapeson Police Department.
For the last few days the station was becoming fewer and fewer of officers. The city was now an entrance to hell. The hospital couldn't find an antidote or make one so now the whole city turned into the walking dead. Zombies. She turned and walked to the garage looking at the deserted hallway. She opened the door and stepped into the giant garage. Four armored vans were parked and members of the swat were climbing in. She turned and walked to one of her good friends John.
"Hey, about time you made it," he said. "You get the mission assignment?"
"No," she sighed, "what is it?
"We have to go around the city and 're-kill' any zombies that might be roaming around the streets and protect the citizens."
"Okay think I got everything I need," Caitlyn replied, 'if there are any citizens left to protect.'
They turned and climbed into the back of the armored truck and closed the doors.
The vans started and drove out of the garage. A few minutes later the vans split up and headed different directions. Caitlyn sat there wishing she could see the once well populated streets. 'This is an armored vehicle; the only windows in here are the driver's front window.' Suddenly the van came to a halt.
"Okay," said the driver. "Holloway Street, everybody out."
Caitlyn's heart was pounding saw hard she even could hear it.
One of the members she barely knew got up and opened the door and jumped out. Everyone followed. She looked around and was horrified. Holloway was one of the liveliest streets at this time of night, instead totaled cars, newspapers, and bullet casings littered the streets. The area smelled like a bowl of rotting fruit. No signs of movement were around.
"Everyone search, widen as we go," said Randy Tucker; the team captain.
She started a smooth pace looking around. She felt a trickle of sweat run down the side of her head. A fire truck was lying sideways on top of a burning bus. She looked and saw John walk towards a squad car with blood decorating the doors. She looked back at the bus and saw something walk out from behind it. It was on fire and walking drunkenly toward her. It was a zombie.
"Sir, zombies up ahead," shouted John.
"Damn, don't fire until you see their faces," Tucker shouted.
Caitlyn raised her gun and fire at the burning zombie. Three rounds hit its neck also shattering it lower jaw. She heard gunfire from the background as she looked at the zombie fall to the ground. She turned and saw Tucker taking down two as he was shouting something. She turned and started at a jog-pace scanning the area for more zombies. Three more came out of a local computer shop with there arms stretched out like a mummy. She fired rounds into them. Blood squirted out of one of their chest as purple fluid leaked out of the others nose. A gas canister was lying next to them and she fired once more. The canister exploded sending the zombies in pieces through the air.
"Noooo!!!" screamed one of the members as Caitlyn saw him fall to the ground and a group of zombies fell to their knees and started sinking their teeth into him. It looked like his attack was in slow-motion. Caitlyn opened fired at the zombies. They all rose and turned their attention to her. She fired the last of the rounds into them. She ejected the clip and slapped another one in and continued firing. One of the rounds dug its way into one of the zombie's eye and black fluid flowed out. The zombies fell to the ground as their bodies filled up with led.
She turned to look for John but he was nowhere in sight. The rest of the swat were taken down including Tucker. John was still nowhere to see.
"John!" she shouted at the top of her lungs.
She turned looking frantically for him.
"Ca-Caitlyn!"
She turned and saw John running in a limp towards her. "John!"
"Run!" he shouted, "just run!"
"No!" she said, "you're hurt"
Raaahhh! A creature jumped out of nowhere and landed in front of John blocking him from her view.
"Go!" he shouted.
She turned and ran down the street as fast as she could. She looked back and saw that the creature had an exposed brain and saw it leap forward and swiped John's head off with its deformed claw.
She felt a tear rundown her cheek as she kept running. Nooooo! She couldn't believe it. She ran down the road dodging zombies and jumping over bodies. She turned and ran down an alley which will lead to a warehouse. She kept running then came to a stop in front of a door. She opened it and walked in. It was the warehouse alright. Everything looked untouched and a mattress was lying on the ground. She closed and locked the door and saw a vending machine in the corner of the large warehouse. She wiped her face with her shirt and lay on the mattress. A few minutes passed and she was sleeping.
Corin Pearson sat in the helicopter as it flew over the city. He was the Umbrella clean-up crew. Or acting as one. Ten other cleaners sat there with no expression on their face. Everything was going as planned. He worked for the HCF.
"Approaching destination," the pilot said.
The captain got up and opened the side hatch of the chopper and threw some ropes out.
"Let's recap," the captain said, "we go in, separate into twos, kill all bio-threats, and make your way to the hospital."
They all nodded their heads. Great, things are going perfectly as planned.
One at a time everyone slid to the ground from the chopper. A few moments later the chopper flew off.
Corin walked towards Bill Rankin; his partner. "Ready."
"I'm ready as I'll ever be," Rankin said.
Most of the cleaners were already on their way. He and Rankin started down Kokelan Avenue. They suddenly stopped. 'It's quiet. Too quiet.' He looked at Rankin who was nervously looking around.
Ughghghg! Corin spun around and saw three zombies walk into the open. He took out his D5K machine gun, same as Rankin and they both shot the zombies apart. That was too easy. They then continued down the street looking for anymore threats.
Bluuhh! Corin spun around and fired rounds into a group of zombies. Rankin was facing the opposite direction firing his gun. A restaurant in front of Corin had a horde of zombies inching their way out. Sweet dreams. He took a hand grenade out that explodes on contact and pulled the pin and threw it in the direction of the restaurant.
KaBoom!! The restaurant exploded sending shards of glass and wood and also sending the zombies flying in different directions. He turned and saw Rankin slapping in another clip.
"This is not what I expected!" Rankin shouted over the sound of his gun.
"Me neither!" Corin replied. His gun ran dry. He ejected and slapped in his second clip and continued firing. "Go towards that alley!"
Rankin turned and ran into the ally followed by him.
"I wasn't expecting that," Rankin said breathing hard.
Suddenly, Corin grabbed Rankin by the neck and lifted him off his feet.
"What are, y-you doing?" Rankin said struggling for air.
"Were you expecting this?" he said coldly putting his other hand on Rankin's chest. "Sweet dreams."
Slllru-crack! Rankin's body went limp as a tentacle was sticking out of his back. Corin dropped his body and the tentacle slithered back into his sleeve. He had the T-Veronica in him.
He looked at Rankin's arm and saw that he had a portable computer strapped on his right arm. He took it off him and unfolded the screen. The power automatically turned on and a 3D map of the city and underground lab. He then typed something in. The screen then showed his current position in an above ground map showing streets, roadblocks, and the remaining cleaners.
He had to accomplish his mission by stealing a newly advanced virus by the Umbrella known as the "X-Tyrant Virus." He didn't know what it was but, Rankin's computer probably could.
He opened the search, X-Tyrant Virus and enter.
The screen changed and a folder icon saying Virus appeared. Corin opened the folder and a small list of virus' were on display. 'T, G, Bingo!'
He highlighted the letters and the screen changed once again showing a description:
Name: X-Tyrant Virus
Creator: Dr. Justin Leech
Umbrella Inc.
Description: Harvesting the T-virus and G-virus together will result in a dangerous genetic breakthrough. When conscious specimen is exposed with this virus, newly formed cells are reproduced, and like the T- virus, it will reanimate any deceased cells but only mutating each dead cell in random ways slowly reconstructing the bodies DNA.
Specimen will grow to eight to ten feet in height, and side hair and memory will deteriorate in a matter of hour's slowly turning specimen into a new breed of tyrant of class T-202 a.k.a. Diablo.
T-202 progress:
10/20/09
Diablo showed massive amounts of strength and power when I programmed it to punch through a two ton concrete wall. Normal tyrants would apply all of their strength just to do the exercise, but this one only applied only less then one tenth of its strength to completely decimate the wall. 10/30/09 Diablo was placed in a simulation containing the following: Lickers, Hunters of all classes, and a tyrant. Within a few minutes it quickly tore the group apart and placing the pieces in the corner of the chamber. 11/0309
This is the last test I will be conducting before Diablo will be transported to the Red Umbrella facility. I ran a bunch of test on what kind of substances Diablo can't block or resist. It seems that it's very sensitive to fire. Like all the other tyrants, this is the only contrast it shares.