Chapter Thirty-7: The Umbrella War
Corin walked back into the building finding a massive pile of rubble in the center of the lobby. "What did I miss?" He said to himself walking around what was left of the marble elevator.
Crash! He turned around towards the mass pile of rubble and spotted a man coming out of it. "Corin Pearson!" The man angrily shouted.
"Who are you!" Corin shouted, merely pissed that it wasn't Tange.
"Doesn't matter, you'll be coming with me." The man said, pulling out a sword, which was strapped on his back. "My name is Dusty Stracener… and you are mine."
He shot forward with the sword directed straight forward towards Corin. Corin moved out of the way, as Dusty shot past him, and jumped up and slammed both his feet into his back.
Dusty stumbled forward growling loudly. At that same exact moment, Corin seized the other sword from his back and ran it into Dusty's back.
Another growl erupted, making Corin think that he was defeated, "All too easy."
He turned around to face Corin and smiled, his smile faltered from his face as he saw the pentagram form on his cheek.
Not sparing one minute, Corin charged at his impaled opponent and side-stepped out of the way of the blade of Dusty's sword. Through the corner of his eye, he witnessed the sword go half-way into the floor.
Corin then jumped up and landed on the handle of the clutched sword, jumped forward and half twisted in the air and slammed the back of his heel into Dusty's face.
He landed on the ground as Dusty fell to the ground and then jumped back to his feet, "She said you were powerful…" He sneered, "But I will break you and take you to her."
"Who's her?" Corin asked, as he charged forward again as Dusty tried pulling his sword from the ground. Dusty completely retrieved the sword and threw it at Corin.
Thinking fast, Corin leaned back as the blade whizzed past his face and caught it by the handle and came face to face with Dusty who was now a few feet from him.
Corin brought the sword back as Dusty attempted to punch him in the face. Corin moved out of the way and grabbed his opponent by the hand. Corin had a plan and if Dusty decided to make the right move, Corin would succeed.
It worked. While holding Dusty's hand, Dusty attempted to send a blow with his other hand. Corin caught his other hand by the sleeve and pushed it into his other and held them together with one had.
Corin then swung the sword between them and sliced the blade through both the wrists of Dusty's arms, taking off his hands.
With the force of the blade, Dusty spun around, his back facing Corin. Corin smiled and pulled the other sword from his back, slammed his heel into the back of his knees, which oddly made Dusty spin around to face him again as he fell to his knees.
Corin then set both of the swords in an X shape and put Dusty's heads between the blades which made the resemblance of a humongous pair of scissors about to decapitate him.
"You lose." He then hissed coldly and pushed the blades together as hard as he could, closing them together on Dusty.
Dusty's head popped off like a cork on a champagne bottle and landed on the ground as the rest of his body collapsed to the floor.
BOOM! Joey, Erica, and Mac watched the whole generator collapse upon itself as the detonators exploded.
They all ran out of the humongous room to retreat to the lower floors to find the escape train. Joey began questioning the lower floors, why there were guards upstairs, but nothing down here. Shouldn't they be protecting this hunk of junk?
"Do you feel anything odd?" Joey said as they entered into the hallway.
"No, why" Mac said reloading the M16, "Guards up there, we down here. Nothing here and yeah this is feeling a little odd."
Erica nodded, "I was expecting it to be a little guarded down here."
As they turned a corner they spotted a staircase with the next to it saying, Station Platform.
"About time!" Mac said approaching the stairs-
Slip! The floor beneath him opened up and he fell through.
"Mac!" Joey shouted running to the gaping hole.
"Hey, get me outta here now!" He heard Mac say. Joey couldn't see anything in the darkness below, hell not even Mac himself.
"Hold on!" He shouted into the hole, "We'll find something to get you out with, man!"
"Hurry!" Mac responded, his voice sounding pathetic, "I think I broke something."
Joey got to his feet and looked at Erica, "By any chance you got a flashlight on you?'
Erica's facial expression changed to, you gotta be kidding. "Okay, never mind."
"Oh- shit!" Mac shouted from beneath, "Something's down here!"
Joey felt his stomach drop, what the fuck is down there?
Ratatataa! Was the sound of Mac's gun firing from below. He ran to Erica and grabbed the bag she held and pulled a flashlight out and ran back to the opening and shined the light down there.
"Shit!" He shouted, for what he saw was darkness, the opening was to deep. "Fuck!"
The shooting then stopped followed by Mac going, "I'm dry! Get the fuck away from me! –Ugh- No! Noo! Ahh!"
"MAC!" Erica shouted, "No!"
Joey pounded his fist on the floor in anger, "Damn it!"
He got up and was greeted with a stabbing pain on his shoulder. Stabbing pain. With teeth!
"Shit!"
Mac's gun went dry as he fiddled for another clip in his side pack. They were coming from all directions but he couldn't see shit. He wanted to get up and run but he now had a broken leg. "Fuck!" He shouted sternly.
A cold hand then rubbed against the back of his neck. Zombie. Another hand grasped his arms, followed by a few grabbing his legs. Zombies! Mac knew his time was up now; which was in the worst case scenario.
He quickly felt pain all over his body as carriers sank their teeth into his body. He screamed in pain wishing that he could escape. Blood began filling in his mouth as his screams became a gurgling noise.
The pain was intense. The worst he's ever experienced. Just then he felt his belly rip open and felt the many hands dig in and began ripping his insides.
He could barely hear Erica screaming from up above as teeth contacted with his nose. Mac felt and heard the cartilage rip and began wishing for it to stop.
"Ahh! Ahh….!" He squeezed his eyes closed as tears ran down his face. He wanted to die now, Oh God! Help me!
His screams were cut short as the carriers bit into his neck, ripping through his spinal cord and throat. The pain suddenly went away but he soon felt his body grow cold. There was no pain now, no scream, just coldness.
Mac exhaled sharply and died, no longer feeling anything. He had escaped the pain.
Erica fired her gun hitting another carrier in the forehead. There were more crowding the corridor after her Dad threw the one off that bit him in the shoulder. He seemed okay after that and began returning fire into the group with his sniper, not caring to use the scope.
As she back away, she began closing the distance between her and the gap. She stopped firing and turned to look at the gap and leaped across it, landing on the other side.
Dad stopped firing and leaped across the gap, also making it as well. "That gap should keep'em off for now.
"Let me see your shoulder." She said. He showed her the wound and she examined the teeth marks. No! Now he's infected! "No…" She whined.
He turned and looked at her, "I'm not going to put you in danger."
"No!" She said holding back her tears, "I won't let you. There has to be a cure."
"I'm sorry, Erica." He said wrapping his arms around her. She returned the hug.
She then let the tears flow, "You're the only person I have left!"
"No. You have them: Orchid, Surge, and Tange. They'll take care of you."
Erica let go of her father, "I'll take care of you when the time comes."
"I know."
They both looked back at the zombies now falling through the opening and then went down the staircase.
"Holy shit!" Surge said, "Let's blow some heads, bitches!"
Tange smirked at the statement and looked at the hall full of carriers and holstered a grenade. "How about, burn some heads?" He pulled the pin and tossed the explosive into the group.
KaBoom! The group disappeared in an instant, disintegrating before the flames hit.
"Room is clean." Orchid said, "And the stairs to the train are right there."
Tange went forward but was stopped by a gap in the floor. He looked down it finding nothing but darkness and looked at Surge and Orchid, "Got a light."
"I got a flare." Orchid said handing him a red rod.
He took it and pulled the tip off and a red glistening light erupted out and shown brightly. Tange dropped it down and watched it land next to a corpse. "Oh, fuck."
"What?" Surge said coming up to him, "What is- oh, fuck!" He quickly turned away.
It was Mac, or whatever was left of him. He was dead, that was for sure. He was ripped shreds, his stomach was ripped open, his neck was ripped apart and his nose was missing.
Tange got up from the gap and leapt over it, followed by Surge and Orchid, "We need to check out the station, see if they're waiting for us."
Orchid and Surge leapt over with no sweat and they all went down the stairs.
Tange reached the bottom first and they all came up to a pair of double doors. Sparing no time, he pulled the doors open and stepped through to find a one car train ready to depart.
The doors to the train were open but none of the lights inside were on. Orchid walked ahead of them and cautiously walked into the train, gun drawn.
Tange looked at the wall and found a lever with the words Power, written over it. "Amateur."
"What?" Surge said looking at Tange.
"Nothing." He replied springing the lever up. At an instant, the lights flipped on as well and the train's engine was heard.
Orchid then walked out of the car, "Thanks for the help."
He ignored the compliment, more concerned about Joey and Erica, "Are they there?"
"Yeah." Her expression changed, "Joey's bitten."
Fuck. Tange boarded the train to see Joey now fiddling around with the train controls.
Surge came last and the doors closed, Erica was seated saying nothing, and Orchid walked to the back to uncouple the back cars.
"Alright! We're ready to go." Joey said slamming his fist on a blue flashing button. The train began moving out going down a slope before leveling out.
Tange approached Joey putting his .44 away, "You okay?"
Joey turned around and Tange's eyes widened. He could already see a change. Pale face, dark bags under bloodshot eyes. "I'm alright-"
Ring ring ring! Everyone jumped and Tange looked towards the ringing noise.
Right behind him, in the seat in the cockpit lie a cell phone. He quickly picked it up and put it to his ear.
"Hello."
"Tange you're still alive," came Cypher's voice. "I have good news."
"Does it involve getting out of here, a little easier?"
"Two United States bombers have broken through the barriers. They have been assigned to destroy the power plant."
"I thought Umbrella was allied with the U.S.?" Tange questioned, "What happened?"
He heard Cypher chuckle on the other end, "Let's just say the U.S. wouldn't take city outbreaks anymore. So there's been a rebellion. And a switch in sides."
"Let me guess; Umbrella against your company and the U.S."
"The tables have turned. The people have been getting impatient since Scrapeson. Now with the rebellion, there is a full frontal war now against Umbrella."
"I hope it would permanently shut them down."
"They already are. But there too, stubborn. So, as of now the quote un-quote, 'The Umbrella War' has started."
"I hope we don't lose. Now all we have to do is, get off the train after we arrive, steal a ride as the fireworks display starts, and head to the final destination."
"Correct. I wish you all good luck. You all will need it. Especially Joey. See you all soon."
"Wait. One more question." Tange questioned.
"What?"
"I had a run in with an old friend. Dusty Stracener."
"What! I have no idea how that happened. But I'll get an investigation crew on it once you get out."
"Alright, later Cypher."
Note: Okay, I finally decided to do something and update. I got over the writers block. Yaa. And with school out for a few months I can update more faster and junk. Well, hope you enjoyed the chapter.PeAcE.