"Where did he go?" barked a deep Russian voice. "Is he infected?" The man jogged though the cafeteria dodging the freshly-slain zombies, one of whom was still crawling across the floor, regardless of whether he had legs or not. The man stopped watching as the creature that lay before him struggled towards him letting out a moaning rasp as it moved along the marble floor. He admired the creature's determination and realised why Umbrella had designed such creations. A bit of tweaking and we could have ourselves an elite team of mercenaries here. They don't even feel pain. But the creature in front of him was far from those that he had envisioned. It had to be destroyed before it infected others with whatever pathogen was flowing through its bloodstream and with one swift movement of his leg he crushed the creature's head into dark mush.
"He went that way" directed a German voice, footsteps sounding towards the ward. "Hurry up! Stop gawking at that thing and get a move on". A second set of footsteps beat, echoing through the eerie quiet of the hallway. The ward doors swung open smashing into the wall behind them. The mercenaries obviously believed that they had the upper hand here, their stealth training thrown out of the window, they were only after a doctor after all, who obviously knew of their existence, they had to find him and eliminate him.
The ward was just as quiet as the other rooms that they had visited except this was different. Ten beds were set out at equal distances from each other with a different person laying in each, but one was not occupied. Closest to where they stood was an empty mattress stained slightly with a dark colour, a trail of which journeyed towards another cot that was at the back of the room. An elderly woman lay on top of another body, covered in the same dark liquid as before except she had major damage to the cranium by what looked like a steel pipe that lay beside the bed. The men walked closer to inspect the scene, the pipe was indeed covered with the dark liquid that had covered the woman and what could now be seen as a man with his chest ripped open. A foul odour of decomposition filled the men's nostrils as they realised that she was dead.
All that was left to search was the office that spread across the back of the room. "Maybe our man's inside there", said Russian as he stepped closer. The blinds of the window were pulled down, but the wooden door of the office was definitely not locked, opened just a crack as though it had been slammed shut in the heat of the moment. The two men stepped closer, German pushing it open with his AK-47 whilst scanning the room with his eyes. There was no sign of movement, but a pair of shoes could be seen beneath the desk. "Unlucky for some", he said confidently.
"Unlucky for you", whispered an unknown voice.
Running blindly through the darkness of the hospital had led Kevin and Cindy to a hallway littered with abandoned hospital trolleys. A distinct odour emanated from this place sending shivers down Cindy's spine. The sheets of the gurneys were soiled with a dark substance, varying in intensity from stretcher to stretcher.
"I guess this is it", Cindy shone the tiny L-shaped torch over the map that she had acquired earlier from the reception area and inspected it closely, moving her finger along the passageway where they stood. "It's just through that door". Upon further investigation of the map the pair had discovered that the power generator was not in fact in the basement, but was in a separate building outside, adjacent to the boiler room.
"There's only one way to find out". Kevin stepped closer to the end of the hallway carefully manoeuvring through the sea of trolleys that lay before him. He eyed up the steel door at the end of the hallway noticing that a padlocked barred the way. But was it to keep what was outside out or what was inside in. "Stand back Cindy", Kevin motioned Cindy back with his hand as he pulled his 9mm berretta from its holster, standard issue for a cop, aimed at the lock and fired. "Problem solved".
Kevin opened nudged the door open his the free hand scanning the outside for anything conspicuous, but came up blank. Besides he couldn't see much outside anyway due to the lack of light and their only source was in Cindy's hands. Cindy ventured out behind Kevin seconds later, filling his eyes with coveted light. With the scene before him illuminated Kevin braved the evening night, treading closer toward the building that stood out in the distance.
It was a one-storey building, comparative in size to two bungalows. Not much could been seen from here he stood, as trees blocked his view, except for a few windows, which were probably for ventilation purposes and some double doors set into the western wall. Crows could be seen perched upon electricity wires, which fed into the building, squawking continuously as the duo stepped closer toward the other building.
Cindy scanned the ground beneath her feet, worrying about stepping on something that so obviously belonged in a horror movie, until her eyes came across a shape a few feet in front of her. As she walked closer she could make out a human-like shape lying on its stomach. The figure looked like a man, wearing a hospital scrub, huge gashes could be seen on his back, red outlining the wounds. What happened to this poor guy? She searched the new environment trying to find her answer, but was interrupted by the incessant squawking of the crows.
Suddenly, the birds swooped down from where they sat and began circling Cindy, piercing through her skin with their beaks as they passed. "Ahh! Help me!" She heard a door close by swing open on its hinges and strong hands grabbed her waist pulling her towards the sound, but then her body went limp and she felt nothing.
The blonde, half-Chinese assassin took out the incompetent mercenary with one foul swoop of her Katana. With her back against the wall she grabbed the blade by its hilt, pulling it out of its sheath and moving it swiftly to her right, as if she was pebbling with an oar, it glided effortlessly through the man's stomach, sling the man's stomach open. He stifled a yelp as he fell to the ground searching the room for the culprit of such a heinous attack, but she was too quick, already on the roof waiting on the pipes for her prey to enter.
A second man wearing an identical suit as the first entered the room, far more cautiously than the last who still writhed in pain on the floor below. Never let your guard down no matter how easy the kill is. The man's eyes explored the room looking for a clue as to what had just happened, how a doctor had managed to kill a mercenary. His head tilted upright locking gaze with bright, blue eyes and then he was shooting, a spray of rifle bullets following her trail as she manoeuvred about the room. The gunfire ceased and the smoke died down, a figure walking from the wreckage unscathed, blade in hand, came close to the man, stunned by the sight that was before him, unsure whether to shoot or run. She lay the blade between his feet and raised it towards the roof, chopping him in half from head to toe, each piece falling in opposite directions bordering the bloody body of the first fight. Finally I can get some work done.
Bullets scarred the metal desk where George had sought refuge. He had screwed his eyes shut trying to block out the world that he was unable to escape from, his hands clasped around his ears, muffling the sound of gunfire and screams of grown men as they were fought against an attack. But who could it have been? Were they helping me? Cold hands disturbed his thoughts as they slowly moving his hands away from his ears. "It's alright, it's over now", went a rugged female voice.
George opened his eyes, gazing into the woman's beautiful blue eyes through her stylish black glasses, as she flicked her long blonde hair. She took his hands, leading him out from under the table where he could get a better view of her. She wore a black business suit, which comfortably hugged her slim figure with a short shirt showing off her long legs, which stood in a pair of black heels. A long metallic box lay behind her looking rather heavy "Who are you?" George looked the woman up and down, a puzzled expression imprinted on his face. After all, it's not everyday a woman rescues you from a team of elite mercenaries out to get you after believing that you are one of the walking undead.
"My name is Ling Mei", she said using her alias, "I'm looking for someone. Her name is Alyssa Johnson." She pushed the glasses up the bridge of her nose as they started to irritate her. This guy had better know where she is, I've just saved his pathetic little life for god's sake. The sooner I get what I need, the sooner I can steal that X-T-Vaccine, get out of this disgusting place before it's blown off the face of the earth, and collect my bounty.
"Alyssa Johnson? She's a well respected woman, together with an elite team of scientists, known as 'the seven' she has worked tirelessly to rid the world of its many natural atrocities." Oh and I wonder what she works so tirelessly for; the money or the satisfaction she gets from believing that she's helping defenceless children against disease when they are used to protect the rich and powerful. "She works in the research lab on level 6, but it's a restricted area." His eyes fell to the floor. "What's in the box?"
"A stealth suit, two pistols and a katana with the ability to slice through three people at a time." The doctor's expression was priceless. "Just kidding," she laughed. "It's a vaccine I've developed to cure a disease that has been plaguing this city and she's asked to see it", she lied.
"Oh, okay," he sounded hesitantly. "But why didn't you ask for her at reception?"
"There was no reception." She picked up the metal case, which stored all of her gear, walked out of his office and went in search of the nearest elevator.