"So far, so good," the ex-cop mutters. He could faintly hear Jill behind him and he was sure the furry thing next to his face was the rabbit. A quick flash of light to his left grabbed his attention. "Ah, great."
"What is it?" Billy calls.
"I think it's safe to assume that the blast doors are closed!" Leon shouts back.
"Ah, not so loud," Jill says, her voice right in Leon's ear.
"We need some light," Billy utters.
Red emergency lighting suddenly snaps on. To everyone's surprise they were huddled together rather closely.
"Uh…I like you guys but this is just uncomfortable," Jill says. Slowly the group breaks apart. "I don't think we're getting out that way." The master of unlocking gazed at the massive blast doors before them. "Now what?"
"We can't blow it," Billy states. "We'd kill ourselves and I'd rather die in a more dignified manner."
Leon stared at Billy. "And on that note, I suggest we try another route."
"All right, but quick question," Jill adds, "what took out the card reader and thusly sealed us in here?"
A guttural growl above their heads seemed to answer Jill's question. They looked up and saw a frog-like creature coated in thick green scales. Wires were wrapped around its claws. The group slowly backed away, keeping their eyes on the creature on the ceiling. Without warning, the Hunter leaped to the floor and let out an unholy shriek. The trio of humans covered their ears to muffle the sound but to no avail.
"Good God!" Billy shouts.
Leon could barely make the creature out in the red lights and the ringing in his ears weren't helping. Gritting his teeth, his hands fall from his hands and grab his knife. Leon hurled the weapon in the general direction of the shrieking. The sound of metal tearing through flesh stopped the unholy shriek. Billy and Jill regained their composure and stared down at the frog-thing.
"I hate these things!" Jill shouts, the poison evident in her voice.
"So do something about it," Leon says.
Jill cracks her neck and takes aim with her Magnum. She let's out a deep breath and squeezes the trigger. The slug rips through the creature's head with a satisfying splat. Blood and brain matter splash on the walls. Tense silence filled the red-tinted room and the Hunter fell back. Leon cautiously approaches the fallen creature and digs his knife out of the thing's foot.
"Well, if that's the biggest surprise down here, I think we're safe," Billy says.
Grinding metal echoed through the tunnel. The elevator car was ripped out of its place, followed by an ear-splitting crash several floors down. The group backed away cautiously until they were up against the blast doors. The sound of grinding metal died away and silence ensued. Shotguns were drawn and ready. A massive beast erupted from the shaft and its massive form filled the entire height of the tunnel.
Jill stares at Billy. "You and your big mouth."
Leon's eyes were tightly fixed on the mutated Tyrant before them. "What happened to it?"
"Who cares?" Billy half-shouts. "I'm more concerned with getting outta here."
"Solution found." Leon holsters the Remington, crouches down, and takes aim with his rocket launcher.
"What the hell are you doing!" Billy and Jill shout.
"Getting us out of here…I hope." Leon fired the rocket as the Tyrant charged.
The Umbrella beast was pushed back into the shaft and the rocket detonated shortly afterward. The tunnel filled with dirt, dust, and smoke. The elevator shaft collapsed in on itself. The Raccoon City survivors coughed loudly in a vain attempt to clear their sinuses.
"Nice going, Leon," Jill sarcastically says. "You trapped us in here, our air supply's gonna deplete, and…where's that breeze coming from?"
Billy and Leon stare at a section of a wall that caved in, with a set of stairs behind it. Leon drops the emptied rocket. Billy picks up a piece of charred brick and drops it down the stairs. It clunks down for a while and collides with something metal. The group's eyes scan the ceiling, the collapsed shaft, and the stairs, weapons raised.
"No puzzles," Leon states dryly.
"No crests," Jill mutters emotionlessly.
"No switches," Billy deadpans.
Slight snickering spreads through the group before they jump for joy.
"Yes!" Billy shouts.
"Boo-ya!" Leon yells.
"Whoo-hoo!" Jill cheers.
"Let's see where these stairs go," Billy says. "Chances are they'll lead right outta here, but knowing our luck…"
"A sequence of doors that require a key we have yet to find," Jill mumbles.
"Or an intricately designed mechanism that requires we use pictures to answer a riddle," Leon adds. "Sounds fun. Let's go."
The group lets out a sigh of expended hope and descend into the darkness below.
Tyrant felt its body was on fire. Its arms and legs were incinerated and its head was missing a lower jaw. Crushed beneath a pile of rubble was not its idea of fun. Strangely enough, it didn't feel much pain as its body began to reconstruct itself. It came almost instantly.
Its claw hand sprouted from its stump of an arm, coated in some yellow mucus. The same could be said about its other arm. Its legs came a moment sooner and it stood, bursting the rubble off its muscular body. Its jaw sprouted back into place, along with its razor-sharp shark teeth.
Tyrant then felt a strange sensation rush through its body. Its muscles compacted and took on a more scaly appearance. Tyrant felt stronger and more powerful. A possible result of such an extensive regeneration, but the most noticeable change came in its vision. Before the beast could only see in black and white, but now, it could see in shades of red and orange, even through walls. Heat signatures, a much better way to stalk its prey. Tyrant growled in anticipation. According to this new ability, the Nemesis wasn't too far away and neither was the human called Wesker.