Chapter Seven: The Emergency Room
Michael and Dusty finally made it to the hospital doors and entered. Dusty was beginning to feel cold after ignoring it because of the undead giant stalking them. They entered the doors and a warm wave of stink washed over him.
The lobby was completely trashed. Broken glass, scattered files and of course blood.
"Where do we go?" says Michael as he walks toward the other end of the room and sits on a couch.
"Don't know," he said walking to an elevator, "let's check the other floors, maybe there's a chopper on the roof."
They stepped into elevator and Dusty presses the roof access button causing the elevator to ascend to their destination. The doors opened and they stepped out into a giant room. A huge window took up the whole west side of the room. Beyond the windows was a group of ten people, all dressed the same with Umbrella logos on there back. In the distance a helicopter was coming towards them.
Hope at last. Dusty ran towards the doors to the helipad. The chopper started its landing on the pad. "Come on!" he shouted and laughed that they were going to be saved, and taken out of the city.
Ssssshhhhh!
"Look out!" one of the people shouted, "head for cover!"
Dusty stopped in front of the doors when the Umbrella soldiers came in. A rocket came flying downward at an angle and slammed into the choppers side.
Ka! Boom! Dusty was knocked off his feet and the chopper burst into a ball of flames lighting up the night sky. He got to his feet-
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!-
Dusty looked and quickly jumped down.
"Watch out!"
"Get out of the way!"
Crash! The glass exploded as the choppers blade flew in sideways like an electric saw touching wood, slicing up the tile floor and shooting debris everywhere.
Dusty turned around and in an instant, half the group were brutally slaughtered as the blade jetted across the floor and slammed abruptly into the wall. He got to his feet and ran-
Thump!
"No! It is Diablo! Diablo! Kill it!" shouted someone and an explosion of gunfire rang out. 'No, it couldn't be,' Dusty looked back and there the tyrant was standing, staring at him with its pale dark eyes, as bullets burrowed their way into its body. It still had the launcher and aimed at him and fired. He dove out of the way as the rocket flew past him giving him enough time to unload all the shells from the benelli. He fired causing the creature to sway back as it began reloading the launcher. Dusty couldn't tell if Michael was firing because of all the noise. His gun went dry and he began digging through his pockets for more shells.
"Amigo! Get hell out of way!"
Dusty turned and saw a guy with a grenade launcher in his hands. He dove out of the way and the man fired. A small capsule shot out and exploded on the tyrant's chest causing the leather clothing to burst into flames.
The tyrant stood its ground and propped the launcher on its flaming shoulder and-
Boom! The launcher exploded covering the tyrant in a blanket of fire. It screamed and howled letting him know it finally felt pain. It clutched its arm ignoring the fire and a sickening, wet cracking noise was heard.
Michael ran to Dusty and pulled him back realizing that he was only about ten feet away from it.
"Come on! Get back!" Michael shouted, "The dude is about to fire again!"
The Tyrant's right arm sprouted sharp talons as its human fingers disappeared and the talons grew, turning its arm into a giant mace. The tyrant now stood up straight and roared its battle cry.
The man aimed and fired once more. The tyrant blocked the capsule's impact with its newly formed claw. It went into a stance and ran forward.
Michael ran from the tyrant as it bolted toward them, firing the small spit- fire gun.
The tyrant turned its attention on the man and ran toward him. The man retreated running in a straight line. It caught up and slammed its claw into his head, smashing it into a bloody mess.
Dusty was on the other side of the room as the tyrant turned its attention on him and started its rampage toward him. Michael waited then dove out of the way making the freak smash into the wall. He got up and reloaded the rest of the rounds into the tyrant's chest.
Shells smacked into the side of its inhuman arm as on the other side of the room, as Dusty continued his assault on the beast.
Michael slapped in a fresh clipped and fired grazing the tough flesh of the tyrant. One of the last Umbrella soldiers was backed into a corner firing as the tyrant picked up metal pole which fell from the debris and ran toward him. The man had no time to retreat as the terror ran the pole through his head, decimating his face.
Outside, snow poured violently putting out the burning debris on the helipad. An idea popped into Michael's head and he ran onto the helipad finding any means necessary to knock the bastard off the building. Luring it onto the pad was dangerous but there weren't any more options out there. He could barely make out the burning, ghastly figure in the snow and decided to take the Eagle out.
Michael switched the laser pointer on and carefully aimed at the back of the tyrants head.
"I have a surprise for you, fucker!" he shouted to himself and pulled the trigger.
The tyrant stopped and turned around, still clenching the pole, and took one massive step onto the helipad. Michael fired again blowing its ear off. The tyrant let out a roar and bolted towards him like a raging bull. He fired once more hitting its smoldering chest. The tyrant came into view and stopped drawing the pole and swung as Michael ducked hearing the whistling of the pole. He fired again only hitting its neck. The tyrant sliced through the air with its claw as Michael jumped out of the way.
Dusty was now on the pad and fired his shotgun.
The tyrant swung the pole at Michael once again and missed. He fired four more shots hitting it directly in the face. The tyrant then stepped backed and covered its face with its hand still holding the pole, as it slowly stepped backwards toward the ledge.
"Ha ha, fucker, now you're experiencing pain!" shouted Dusty as Michael heard him fire once more.
"You're about to feel a lot more pain!" Michael shouted aiming his gun at the tyrant's forehead; sweet dreams you-
He didn't see it coming, as the tyrant launched the pole through his chest. He felt his ribs crack under the pressure and looked down seeing blood erupt from his chest pouring down like a river, feeling the warmness of it. His vision began fading on the outside as he looked up seeing the tyrant staring at him with its jaws clenched as if it was telling him, bet you didn't see that coming. The tyrant pulled the pole from his chest dropping it, then swung its fist at his face breaking his jaw and pushing him to the ground. Michael's vision was completely lost, and he gave hid last breath, and died.
Dusty couldn't believe what just happened. First, Michael with a pole stuck in him, then on the ground. Madness and fury boiled up inside his head, as evil swept through his body consuming all the goodness in him turning it into hatred. He stared once more at his dead friend, then at the tyrant.
"I'm going. To kill you!! You blasted fucker!!" shouted Dusty as he ran at the towering beast firing the rest of the shells as he got closer. The tyrant covered its face in pain as he kept firing, making every shot count. He now had the benelli pressing against its chin and fired, severely blowing a giant chunk of flesh right off. The tyrant, now in pain, was now inches from the ledge. Dusty aimed at his charred chest and fired. As if in slow-motion, the tyrant fell, waving its arms, as it slowly disappeared into the falling snow, roaring once more as its voice faded out, and was heard no more.
Dusty walked over to Michael's bloody corpse and took his bag and weapons, knowing that Michael would not need it. He opened his bag finding a blue blanket in there and laid it over Michael's body. He stood up and looked once more at Michael, "See you later."
He walked back in the massive room toward the staircase, because the elevator was blown up, during the battle. He stopped and checked his ammo. His shotgun was dry, the Eagle only had seven rounds left. The Glock Seventeen, the one Michael found was halfway empty on the last clip. He figured he should go check the bodies for some ammo.
He went to the right side of the room and scavenged through the pockets of a disemboweled man. Nothing. He went to the man next to him. The guy's hand still clutched a gun and Dusty was able to only find three clips for the glock. After searching the rest of the guys, he only got a few shotgun shells and two grenades.
Dusty began walking toward the staircase loading the shotgun-
"Uhn."
Dusty spun around and looked over at the last guy he searched. He ran toward him and crouched down. The man was cut in half and he handed him a blue card.
"Take this and go to the basement." the man said, "Use- in elevator at end of room."
"Okay." Dusty replied.
"Wait, watch out for man in sunglasses he-" the man went limp and died before he could finish.
Dusty stood up and walked to the staircase.
Crash! Dusty jumped and aimed his gun at the staircase doors, seeing two figures standing there with their guns drawn. He slowly lowered his gun noticing their faces. It was Tange and Caitlyn. 'Yay! Their alive!'
"Dude, you two are alive!" Dusty shouted and ran towards them, "I am so happy."
"What was the shooting?" Caitlyn said.
"Tyrant." he said, "it got Michael."
Tange looked down at the ground and looked over at Caitlyn. "Well, so much for the helicopter we saw a moment ago, I think we need to enter the laboratory underneath the hospital."
They all went down the staircase and opened a door revealing a huge patient room. The curtain dividers were stained with blood. Computers and beds were overturned and violently scattered around the room. An elevator stood at the end of the room and they all piled in and descended for the basement.