The undead combed through the remains of their former city. The pungent smell of death was all around them but they didn't care. All it meant that there was no fresh meat. After devouring as much of their flaming brethren, until the police station collapsed, the zombies shambled through the town. Suddenly, they could smell fresh meat amongst them. They stumbled to the source in droves.
Wesker looked at the incoming sight with a slight smile. He adjusts his sunglasses and takes out a small hand grenade. The former S.T.A.R.S. captain hurls the grenade into the head of the closest zombie, causing the pin to eject. Five seconds later, the grenade explodes. Guts and blood fall just short of Wesker's pristine boots.
"If you want a meal, you horror movie rejects, just try and catch me!" Wesker shouts.
He takes off at a full run, the zombies in hot pursuit. Wesker barges into an office building and comes to three elevators. He presses the down button five times and the up button six times. A red light comes on above the center elevator and opens. He looks back to see the zombies piling in. Wesker pulls out a pack of smokes and lights one up with a lighter engraved with a snake.
"Time for three of the biggest pains in my ass to get reacquainted with some friends of theirs," Wesker mutters. He presses a button on the inside of the elevator and the floor drops out. "Let's see just how smart you pukes are."
Nemesis found itself staring at the massive holes in the floor and ceiling. It could detect Jill Valentine's scent, but was confused with which way to go since the air currents were jumbling the smell with several other scents. Nemesis grunted in frustration and jumped across the Tyrant-sized hole. Its massive fists hooked onto the outer rim of the hole and struggled to keep itself from falling. With a growl of effort, Nemesis lifted itself onto the other side. Looking around, it found the hole in the wall the Tyrant threw it through and another hole in the ceiling.
Nemesis had better things to do tonight than wonder about holes in ceilings. It needed to find Valentine and Wesker and kill them. The other targets on its list, to Nemesis' dismay, weren't here and would have to find other means to track them. Nemesis came to a fork in the hallway. Each one lead to a set of stairs, but one went up and the other down. Nemesis inhales deeply and takes the hallway that leads up.
"Jiiiillll," Nemesis hisses.
The loud grunting and roaring Billy, Jill, and Leon heard suddenly died down. Huddled out in the hall, their shotguns and rifle at the ready. When the loud noises didn't resume, they moved further down the hallway. Rebecca perched herself on Jill's shoulder and seemed to scan the doors as she did.
"What do you think that was all about?" Billy asks Leon.
"Sounded like two animals fighting over something," he responded. "Maybe the Tyrant and Nemesis were having it out."
"That can't be true…can it?" Jill adds. "I mean, they're Umbrella's creatures, right?"
"Well, you said that bladed thing attacked the Nemesis, so maybe they just don't like each other." Billy comes to a door and gives it a solid kick. "What do you think is beyond here?"
"Let's find out." Jill approaches the door and bends down. Rebecca jumps from her shoulder to Leon's. She pulls out her lock picks and gets to work, until…"Shit!"
"What is it?" Leon asks.
"This door has a special key," Jill spits back.
"You mean to tell me that we need to backtrack, encounter what possibly made that noise, and get back here just to open a door?" Billy asks.
"Yeah, basically," Jill replies.
"Screw this!" Leon shouts. He aims his shotgun at the doorknob, causing Jill to move back, and fires. The lock blows off the door and it swings open. "That was easy."
"You got that right." Billy goes into the room first and uses his rifle's sight to find a light switch. Florescent light flickers above. "Nothin' much here, 'cept that gun safe over there."
"Maybe it has something of value," Jill says, examining the safe. "Too bad I never learned how to crack a safe."
"Why's there a computer attached to it?" Billy asks.
"Probably an electronic password or something," Jill states.
"Let's see then." Leon presses the on switch on the small computer welded into the safe. A slight smile comes to his face.
Jill looks over his shoulder to see the screen. "'In AD 2101, war was beginning'," she reads. "Uh…okay."
"What happen?" Leon types.
"Somebody set up us the bomb," the computer replies.
"We get signal."
"What!"
"Main screen turn on."
Billy and Jill look at each other, confused and puzzled, and even more so with Leon acting like he knows what he's doing.
"It's you!" the computer answers back.
"How are you gentlemen. All your base are belong to us. You are on the way to destruction," Leon types.
"What you say!" the computer types back.
"You cannot survive make your time. Ha Ha Ha Ha…"
"Take off every Zig."
"Move Zig."
"You know what you doing."
"For great justice."
With a hydraulic hiss, the safe opens. Leon stands up and smiles.
"And what do we have here?" The government agent reaches into the safe and pulls out a large metallic object with four open slots and a trigger.
Jill's grin stretches across her face. "That's a S.T.A.R.S. issue quad bazooka! Cool!"
"What else is in there?" Billy asks.
Leon pulls out another rocket launcher that can only be used once. He checks the weapon and finds it to be empty. He looks to Billy, who immediately pulls out the rocket shell they found earlier, and throws it to Leon. With the heavy weapon armed, Leon slings it over his back, and Billy does the same with the quad launcher. The ex-Marine's boots seem to sink into the hard floor.
"Anything for me?" Jill asks like a little kid on Christmas. Leon simply points to the grenade launcher resting on her shoulder. She looks at it, and replies with, "Yeah, but you can't be too careful."
"I'll check," Leon says dryly. He digs around the safe and pulls out a few extra shells for his rocket launcher, some shotgun shells, and a flamethrower.
"I think I'll pass," Jill says. "I already feel like a pack mule."
Leon looks to Billy. "Coin toss?"
"Sure." Billy pulls out a small medal, a gold eagle on side and a silver wolf on the other. "Call it, eagle or wolf." He flips the medal into the air.
"Wolf," Leon says.
The coin bounces on the floor and spins on its axis before landing flat.
"Wolf," Billy states, nodding. "Put it to good use, dude."
"Yeah, lucky me." Leon slings the flamethrower over his shoulder and adjusts the shotgun sticking out of his jacket. "I just hope we don't have to use this stuff."
The trio look at each other in turn and burst into laughter.
"Good one, Leon!" Jill exclaims.
Tyrant busted through wall after wall on the ninth floor, tracking the Nemesis' foul smell. Its beefy frame could not only withstand Nemesis' raw, brute force but also return it in kind. What Tyrant found interesting was that despite its muscular build, its speed had increased. A matter for another time, but it had an abomination to absorb. Tyrant smashed into a small corridor, lit with sickly green light. It turned to see Albert Wesker, smoking a cigarette.
"Why, hello there," Wesker says. He removes the cig from his mouth and flicks it away. "I see you've found me. Care to do something about it?"
Tyrant roars in retaliation and charges for the former S.T.A.R.S. captain. Tyrant's jagged talons stop just short of Wesker's face, and the beast can't bring itself to move. Wesker effortlessly bats the massive claw out of his way and walks away from the paralyzed creature.
"I know you want to kill me but you just can't," Wesker taunts, absently rubbing at his chest. "You're just gonna have to settle for the others and your sparring partner, but if you're in the mood to do some killin', I suggest you try this guys."
Wesker pulls a small device out of his left pocket and presses its single red button. Yellow lights come on above the Tyrant's head and the wall before it opens. A horde of zombies pile through, taking Tyrant out of its paralysis. The creature takes a swipe with its mighty claw, severing the bodies of several of the undead in its way.
Wesker watches with a degree of amusement. He lights up another cigarette and opens the devices casing. Spotting a blue button towards the bottom of the device, Wesker pushes it and smiles evilly. The Tyrant roars in pain as a high-powered electric current rips through its body. Its flesh burns and melts away before finally collapsing to the floor.
"Can't let you have all the fun," Wesker says. "Gotta save some for your friends." Wesker gives a few solid taps to the wall opposite the one Tyrant burst through, and a panel swings open. Before the zombie horde charges for him, Wesker ducks through the hidden door and closes it.