Chapter Two: Falling
1/28/10
Tange sat on the bench in the Umbrella chopper as it flew over the city. His M16 was lying across his lap as he looked around the cramped cabin. At least twenty people were in here. He was squad A Group one the U.B.C.S. were it was four groups of twenty per squad in each of four squads.
He wasn't exactly sure what everybody was going to be facing, even with all those files he looked over. All he was most certain was to dispose of all threats and rescue any possible survivors, if there were any survivors.
Most of the U.B.C.S. fought in wars or were once guerillas. Actually everyone here had some combat fighting. The commander, Boris Frinkido, of group one was standing talking to the pilot.
"Okay, everybody," Frinkido said, with a Russian accent,' "We have approached drop-off."
The pilot brought the chopper steadily towards a roof of a building and set down. Vince; an American friend of Tange slid the side door open. Putrid air flowed into the cabin, gosh it smells like shit.
In a matter a fact it did smell like shit. Everybody jumped out and Frinkido waved his hands signaling the chopper to move. Tange walked to the edge of the building and looked down. It was pretty much like what he kind of expected the city to look like, random fires, crashed cars, littered streets, and that smell.
"About to shit your pants," Vince said sarcastically.
"Ha, ha, ha, I forgot to laugh," he replied with no enthusiasm. Vince was one of those people who didn't give a rat's ass about what kind of situation what so ever this was.
Most of the mercenaries were already inside when the first shots went off. They both ran to the small stairway access. Vince went down followed by Tange in a fast jog. They continued until they reached a door on what he thinks is the seventeenth floor. Tange opened the door and leaped in as his gun was pointed in the direction of his eyes. Vince followed in after and let his guard down.
Three members already lay on the ground. Their heads were decapitated and missing as though they were bitten or twisted off. That was fucking quick, he just saw them get off the same chopper as he did. Tange looked away and drew his attention toward the room. Computers lay smashed on the ground as people lay in on the ground and against the wall. Vince walked to a blown giant hole in the wall.
"Hey check this out," Vince said.
Tange walked towards the hole and looked out. A helicopter was flying swinging drunkenly around. On the side it said Scrapeson CH5 News. He looked toward the cockpit and could barely make out the pilot. The chopper turned and the pilots face was staring at him. The pilot was already dead, but moving.
"Oh shit it's comin' towards us!" Vince shouted.
"The stairway!" Tange shouted. Both of them turned and ran as fast as they could. Tange slammed into the door and opened it and closed the door as soon as Vince came through.
The beat of the choppers blades were close but the sound of an explosion was not there. Whew! That could've been bad..
"I say we just walk away," Vince said panting, "..Walk away and nobody gets hurt, or killed."
KaBoom!! The chopper came crashing through the stairway wall.
"Walk away! Why can't we just run!" Tange shouted, "Does everything that comes out of your mouth have to be a disaster?!"
A small crumbling noise and the bending of metal were sounded in the background.
"The staircase!.." Vince said shouting over the noise, "It's giving away!"
Tange turned and ran down the staircase not caring were it would take him, hopefully out of the building but same with the chopper. He passed a door labeled fifteen when the ceiling than collapsed. Vince was a few steps behind. Fourteen, he was getting pretty dizzy and tired but he couldn't stop now. A couple of members ran out into the stairway. The steps gave way and the members fell off as Tange could see fear and confusion in one of their eyes. He jumped across the fallen staircase to the other side. Vince looked scared shitless and ended up in front of him. The cockpit came through the ceiling and smashed through the open door. Thirteen. Twelve. They both stopped and drew their guns and fired at a hoard of zombies. Life's full of surprises! The zombies stepped back from the impact of the bullets and then came towards them. Tange stopped and took his rifle and swung it into a zombies face. Its face caved in liked a pumpkin and fell back. Vince was shouting all this crap that didn't make any sense, 'hysterical dumbshit!'
Er-er-er-er-crash! Tange jumped out of the way as the totaled chopper crashed through and mangled the undead. The helicopter than stopped and only the sound of burning flames and gunfire in the background.
Tange looked over at Vince, "you okay?"
"Yeah," Vince said, "I'm hungry."
Tange let out a sigh and continued down the staircase unaware what going to happen next. Maybe there's an elevator on the next room, or another chopper. They stopped noticing a sign on the eleventh floor door 'Do not enter.' 'Tsk, this city is a do not enter.'
"Fuck it," he said and kicked the door open. They both ran in looking around. Outside it was starting to snow and luckily no more helicopters were around. The room was motionless but, it smelled like rotten fruit. Dividers making up cubicles literally made the room an entire maze.
Eeeeraaah! The sound came from one of the cubicles. Suddenly more shrieking noises filled the air. 'Oh shit, those things better not be communicating.'
Thump.. scraffle. The thing or things started to move but he couldn't see. Raaaah! Something jumped into view followed by two others. Tange started a panic in his head, 'green, tall, scaly can slice you to pieces and send you to someone in a fruit basket.'
"Aww, shit," Vince said.
The creatures sprinted towards them. Tange jumped to the left and fired his gun puncturing holes in the name he was looking for. Hunters! The Hunter turned and leaped toward him and swung his claws missing him by inches, and by feet. Tange didn't stop firing. Once again it swung its muscular arms. Tange's gun went dry. He turned to look at Vince who already killed one and was dodging another one. He pulled a Magnum revolver or 'hand cannon' out fired at its head. The hunter gasped in defeat and fell down dead.
Tange slapped another clip into his assault rifle and turned towards Vince.
Vince was fumbling for another clip as the hunter paced toward him. It grabbed him and threw him across the room. Tange aimed his gun at the creature.
"No!" Vince shouted to him, "I saw elevator on other side of the room!- Go!"
Tange so Vince's gun get crushed by the hunter. Vince than pulled out a grenade! Holy shit!
He turned and ran towards the other side of the room knocking down the poorly bolted dividers. He saw the elevator and ran towards it. The doors opened and he repeatedly pressed the ground floor button. "So long," he mumbled.
The elevator descended. Ten. Nine. Eight..-
Boooom! The elevator shook violently and Tange could hear debris clanging in the shaft.
"Warning, elevator proceeding to nearest floor, all personnel proceed to stairway. War-"
The message kept repeating and the doors opened on the seventh floor. Tange ran out and stopped. Zombies were filling the corridor, at least fifty. He couldn't kill that many zombies he would be dead before he took a step. The zombies walked, slumped, limped, or crawled towards him. He quickly pressed the ground floor button.
"Unable to respond please proceed to the staircase-"
Tange reached into his vest and pulled out a grenade. He pulled the pin and threw. It landed on the ground.
Boom! The walls exploded and the long windows shattered and the shit smelling group were thrown all over the place in pieces. Tange quickly ran past them and opened the door and ran down the staircase.
Crrreeeak. Tange looked up and saw the ceiling crumble. Here we go again. All those explosions damaged the building so much that it would end up collapsing. He continued passing dead bodies. He didn't care all he cared about was getting out.
He was now already on the second floor until he noticed something. It was one of the members who fell off the stairway. He nodded and continued. 'This is taking to long.' Tange jumped off the stairway and in an instant he was on the ground floor.
Wiping sweat off his face he ran through the lobby noticing the rest of his team all sprawled on the ground. He ran out the shattered glass door and into the street.
He stopped and looked at the building. The top tipped over and fell into the street crushing little stores and blocked off the road to go any further.
Dusty Stracener saw the giant Umbrella building coming down towards him while looking out the window. He snatched his Benelli shotgun and ran out of the gas station. He looks over his shoulder seeing the massive structure make contact with the street. Then the gas station.
Boom!.. He looked over at the gas station and saw it turn to a part of the burning building in a tremendous explosion. He continued running as dust and debris came towards him like a sandstorm.
Ratatatata! He turned his attention in the sound of some sort of machine gun. A man in a combat suit was fighting off some zombies, 'oh wow now the government sends rescuing.' The man finished off the zombies and looks around.
"Hey you!" Dusty shouts as he came running towards him.
The man turned around and lowered his gun. "A survivor, I taught the city didn't have any."
"Yo! names Dusty," he said, "what happened?"
"To tell you the truth I don't give a rat's ass." The man said, "name's Tange, UBCS mercenary."
Dusty looked around at the snow covered road and buildings. Then back at Tange.
Tange looked at the sky, "It's not safe here we have to get out of the city."
"Well the entrances and exits to the city are blocked off"
"We'll have to find a communications device"
"All out. Nothing. No phones, no radio, only messages can be sent here to receive."
Tange shrugged his shoulders, "well, then we have to get to the hospital."
"Why," Dusty said, "I'm not hurt."
Tange ignored him and turned and ran towards an alley. Dusty caught up, "Why do we need to go to the hospital? I mean that is twenty blocks down are you crazy?!"
Tange stopped and faced him, "Listen, Dust-storm, I don't give a living fuck what kind of situation this is; except this. You want to live; I suggest you come with me to the hospital. You want to die; you can stay here and hope for a miracle of some sort. Besides something's coming and we don't want to be around when it gets here."
Dusty felt his head burning in frustration, "Fine I'm with you. But- "
In the distant the beat of a choppers blades were getting louder. Suddenly a chopper came into view. Below the helicopter was a huge red capsule.
"I hate helicopters," Tange said.
"Their here to rescue us," Dusty said running towards the chopper.
"No don't go!" Tange shouted but he ignored him.
"Hey over here," he shouted, "land over here."
Clink! The capsule then fell from the chopper. It then exploded and a big black figure landed on the road. The helicopter took off before Dusty could shout once more.
"Get back here!" Tange shouted in frustration, "stay away from him!"
Dusty looked at the tall figure standing nearly ten feet away from him. Somehow something wasn't right about the figure. His face was snow white, his eyes looked as though they have been dyed black. His left arm had protruding tentacle and abnormal muscles. The rest of his body was covered in leather pants, a trench coat, and straps around his chest and arms.
Rrroaaar!! It then turned his attention to Dusty and walked towards him in heavy thumps.
He turned and ran towards were Tange was and heard the pace of the thing speed up roaring and fury. Tange was already firing at the thing but Dusty wasn't sure if the monster felt the impact of the bullets. Shit, shit, shit, shit!
He saw Tange drop his gun and pull out a handgun he couldn't make out, a magnum of some kind and fired a couple rounds.
Eeeew.. Rrooaaar! He heard the pace of the thing slow down then nothing. Everything so far felt like forever. He finally made it into the alley but didn't stop. Tange was right behind him. He then turned a corner then stropped.
"Well we know the streets aren't safe," Tange said catching his breath, "what do you think is the safest place to get to the hospital?"
Dusty looked up and said, "The alleys. We can cut through warehouses and small restaurants. It's better than the street."
"Sounds good lets go."
Dusty turned and opened the door of a warehouse and went in. Tange came in next saying something.
"Listen I got a better idea-whoa!"
Dusty turned around and saw a woman, a police woman working for the swat with her rifle pointed at Tange's face.
Note: C0ncussi0n here, just wanted to drop by and say a few things.
The story gets better as it goes trust me, I had this written over a year ago, and there's still a bunch more to come right after this.
Also Please, please, please R&R, I want to hear your comments about it so far, critizism, compliments, anything. L8er
I'll post some in like a few days, [i hope]