Chapter Sixteen: The Virus Spreads
Corin's chopper stayed back a few miles as he heard the torture and screams coming from the ship, as he peered inside the ship workers minds, hearing their thoughts and screams of desperate attempt to take out his beloved army.
Vlad was flying the chopper as Corin tried searching for more people to hear, being tortured and killed. It was beautiful, Help me! My God help me! Agh! - Their already inside, fire! Kill them! - The turrets aren't doing any good! We're running dry! - lock the virus up! We can't let them get through, seal the whole floor! Now! - Help me God I-
Virus? This ship is has a virus. This ship was full of surprises, "Mr. Bolomor fly towards the ship, fly low!"
The chopper lowered to about twenty feet above the water and sped to the ship, rain began hitting the window, as the ship became visible enough to see the gray color, and name. Waves were gathering breaking on the side of the stopped, drifting ship. "glide towards the side, outta the gunfire."
The chopper just had to be close enough for Corin to concentrate. He closed his eyes and searching for the virus in the ship, it must be in a storage room, he continued focusing, hearing voices and gunshots in the background as he searched.
He brought his arms forward, and began trembling, struggling to focus, searching, searching, he found it. On level B-2, three storage rooms, used to store virus. There was a T- virus storage, along with the G and Tyrant storage, the room was full with vials as the rest were empty, nowhere in the ship.
He focused on the only virus, trying to open the storage doors, and break the virus out, trying to infect the ship, turning it into a moving plague. Corin was trembling, holding his arms out, making the virus inside him to help him, as he felt hold of the virus in his wind. Break! Break! "Break!" he shouted, suddenly feeling the storage room open up, feeling the T-virus vials explode.
He let go sitting on the bench panting, as if he just ran the Golden Gate Bridge. He felt tired, and took his shades off, wiping sweat off his forehead. "Vlad? Fly away, and tell the others to finish their business and return to land. The tyrants can finish the job."
"Yes, sir." replied Vlad as he backed the helicopter up and flying away from the ship, hearing the rest of the small army follow, as they finished deploying the tyrants. He felt tired, woozy, as he lay down, dozing off and laying on the bench, falling asleep.
Dr. Johnson Drake was shouting over his fellow scientist, trying to seal the whole floor up, "Lock the virus up! We can't let them get through, seal the whole floor!" he shouted, getting out of the giant chamber, of the latest experiment, locking the door, with the keycard.
He ran down the hallway which held the virus in separate storage rooms, as he held a small machine gun. He didn't know what kind of gun, as long as it was a gun, he felt protected. He locked the hatches, which led down to the engine room, turning the valve to lock it, hearing the metal rub. He got up and continued running, stepping aside as more people ran by him holding things as they shouted to each other.
He made it out of the hall into the security pass, and showed the guard his radiation badge, before disappearing through the next door, turning left and entering the floor condition room, "Status!" he shouted to a group of people seated at computers.
"Status: Fine." one of them said.
"Good," he said sitting in a chair, "what about the upper levels?" he said to his girlfriend, Victoira Potter.
She looked up and looked back at the screen, "Every floor has been breached, oh my god."
"What?"
"These attackers are not human, their tyrants, class two-zero- two."
"No." he said looking at the screen, "That can't be. Where are they?"
"Sir!" someone shouted.
Johnson ran towards a man who was typing away, and sweating like a pig, "what is it?!"
"The doors." he said, "They're opening! The virus storage rooms! Someone has to close them manually!"
Johnson walked off, "I'm going."
Victoira got up and chased after him, "so am I."
He looked back, "Fine." They both ran out and ran back into the security pass room, ignoring the guard and got back in the hallway. Running down, they made it to the T-virus storage area, and Johnson slipped his card through the reader and pressed a button, and they both held onto the door, "On my mark. Three. Two. One. Now!" they both pushed at the heavy door, moving it very slowly, hearing the gears turning and clicking inside the door. He heard that low click and pulled a lever down on the door, making it lock.
Victoira leaned against the window, which peered into the room, "That was easy. Do you think their going to make it down here?"
"I don't know. I-" Johnson stopped, looking into the room, seeing the vials start to move.
Voom! A loud vibrating noise erupted throughout the room and everyone inside the hall were knocked off their feet. "What the hell?" he said looking into the room again, "Oh, fuck!"
"What?" Victoira said getting up, and looking into the room, "Holy shit."
The glass vials became exploded in the room, sending the virus loose into the air, liquid pouring on the shelves as they both looked through.
Clinch! They both looked at the door, "The locking mechanism!" he shouted jumped the way of the door, pressing it closed, as the door began to unlock itself, "Help me close the door!"
Scientist in the hall began piling into the door, in a desperate attempt to conceal the virus. The gears began to whine, under the pressure.
"Hold it closed!" someone shouted.
Johnson looked at the window seeing it fogged up in a blue vapor. The doors whined again and tore open, knocking everyone out of the way. A blue mist flew out and swept past everyone as it engulfed the whole area in lightning speed.
"Sound off the alarm!" he shouted holding his shirt over his mouth and nose, as he and Victoira began to make their way out of the hall. The alarm went off in a loud beeping noise, and the rooms lights turned off, switching on blue emergency lights.
"Warning! Biohazard outbreak! Proceeding with emergency drill!" went the intercom.
The message stopped and a yellowish vapor shot out of holes in the ceiling, "Halon!" he shouted, beginning to cough, as he inhaled the vapors, as he and Victoira struggled to get out. "The doors our locked!" he coughed, then feeling Victoira's grasp go limp. Turning around, he crouched over her body as she lay dead, "No. No!" he shouted, then beginning to cough nonstop, feeling his lungs tighten, and he coughed again, feeling blood fly out of his mouth.
He fell on his knees grasping his throat, seeing everyone around him die. He screamed, as he kept coughing, and lay on the floor, curled up in a ball, as his lungs stopped working, making him suffocate, and he died.
Chad kept firing his turret, as he only had ten percent of ammunition left, as it blinked on his screen. "Come on! Damn it! Come on! Why won't you fuckin' die you fuckin' son of a bitch?!" he screamed firing at a tyrant as it made its way in the building he was in. So far, he had only killed fifteen tyrants, and he was really pissed off, on how many rounds they took to stop.
He was down eight percent, seven, as he kept firing, beginning to yell in anger. Five percent, four percent. He kept firing blowing a tyrant off the railing as it almost made its way in. Two, one, the turret stopped, he had to load some more ammunition. He pressed two green buttons on his screen and a loading bar came up, restocking his turret, filling it up. The bar stopped at ten and a sign popped up, saying that he had taken the rest of the ammo.
"Damn it! I'm dry!" said the man next to him, hitting the screen.
Chad kept firing taking down five more, when the doors to the room, began to pound. "Guard the door!" he shouted.
He was only one of three left who still had ammo, as the other five ran to the door. Still firing, he heard the door open, and gunfire erupt. He ignored, and still fired, trying to prevent any of those things to get through. The gunshots suddenly stopped, knowing that one of the tyrants had made it into the room. He heard the other two men give out a scream and pain, then die. Not caring, he kept firing, knowing he would try to stop the other tyrants form boarding any of the buildings, with the last few seconds of his life.
Hearing the footsteps, as he continued, more footsteps came to his hearing, and stopped behind him. He predicted eight tyrants were behind him. Looks like the end. He sniffed twice, feeling a tear run down his cheek, as his gun went dry again, and the screen turned off, going black, and showing his killers in the reflection of the screen.
He sat there, not turning around, not caring. He heard the stretch of clothing, as one of the tyrants prepared for a punch. Feeling the fist go through his chair, he felt his spine and ribcage break. His chest exploded, and a blood coated hand, stuck out clutching his heart, as he stared in horror. And with his last breath, his head fell against the screen, and he was afraid no more.
Tommy Nellis ran down the hall on the third floor near the bridge, with his partner Alex Mahan, as they both tried to get to the middle deck, after their squad leader contacted them with radio.
They went down the staircase, in a fast pace, jumping down the last two or three steps. Passing the second floor, they spotted three more tyrants, and kept going, making it to the first floor, exiting the door into another hallway.
"Where the hell are you? Come on, we're going to need more artillery!" said the radio.
Tommy responded pressing the switch on his helmet, "Roger! Just keep firing, we're coming to help you!" he switched it off and they both ran down the hall seeing the door to the middle deck. They both crashed through the door, seeing about twenty tyrants battling off with the rest of the Biohazard Forces Team on the deck.
Alex ran another direction, as Tommy began firing his MK-35, as he ran down the deck shooting the tyrants, as he circled. The deck was five hundred feet long, giving him enough room. "Fire in the hole!" he shouted over the gunfire. Out of the fifty members, these tyrants killed them like flies, throwing everyone off the ship, or smashing them into the floor.
He had a small mine launcher, built onto his gun as he fired, catching the attention of two tyrants. The duo came towards him, running at full speed, and he put his hand on the next trigger, and pulling it, shooting two mines onto the tyrants as they ignored it.
He ran left moving out of reach hearing the mines explode, and he turned around seeing that they were still, standing with smoke streaming out of their leather clothing, as the hard rain put out the fire. He fired more mines watching them explode onto their bodies, burning their bodies, as it was engulfed in flames. They stopped, and Tommy switched his hand back to the gun and fired a straight line of rounds into their burnt bodies.
Alex was in the middle of the group feeling rain hit his mask, as he fired both his revolvers, knocking flesh off tyrants as they came towards him, surrounding him and five other members, as they formed a circle.
"We're not going to make it out!" one of them shouted, and he ran for a tiny space between the tyrants.
Alex looked seeing the man run, "No!" he shouted, as the man who ran off was knocked over and picked up. They tyrant swung the man like a stick and slammed his body into the ground, making his head explode in his helmet. It then swung the body at the group, swatting them like flies, knocking some people into the air.
Alex ducked rolling out of the way, and fired blowing a chunk off one of the identical pale faces.
Boom! One of the tyrants exploded into a rain of flames, breaking the surrounding, and Alex ran out, and continued firing as the group reeled back. More of the tyrants exploded and he looked to his left, seeing Tommy firing a mine gun.
He looked back at the group and continued firing, blowing away pieces of their bodies.
Tommy kept firing, running low in mines, as he kept firing at the giants, yelling under his helmet, breathing hard, as ran kept falling on him, blurring up his sight.
He looked at a tyrant swinging a body, using it like a weapon. He spotted one of them behind Alex, in the corner of his eye, and turned around and fired, piercing the tyrants face, as it approached Alex in a sprint." Alex! Watch out!" he screamed.
It was too late. Alex turned around and the tyrant ran through his body, like he was a stage curtain, sending him everywhere. 'Fuck!' He kept firing at the tyrant, seeing that no one else was around, but all dead.
He spotted most of his teammates dead, as he looked around, seeing the remaining tyrants of ten, focus all their attention on him.
He walked backwards, firing, mines, rounds, anything to try to stop them. He felt cold metal hit his back and he was pinned against the wall, screaming inside his head. Die! You all need to die! The group surrounded him and closed in on him, "you want some more!?" he shouted, firing his last mine into the group, seeing that it didn't do much damage. He dropped his gun, as one of them grabbed his neck. He looked at and incoming fist, coming towards him, looking like it was in slow motion. It hit his helmet, breaking through it, and pounding his face into the wall, and his head exploded under the pressure of the fist and the wall.
Note: Sorry for the long wait, I know I said a few days L8er but something came up besides too much homework and too busy typing chapters for my Chaos story. L8er