Black was absolutely delighted to find that her Sin experiments were going amazingly well, even better than she had originally predicted. Each of her colleagues had reacted to the virus in ways that had surpassed even Dr. Q's visions. She had to give him a hand, for without him, her ideas would have gone no further than the boundaries of her dreams. She suddenly realized that she should round up a few "volunteers" who could possibly test the power of her creations. Another realization hit her like a ton of bricks, and she couldn't help but smile. She left the now desolate board room table and headed towards the phone. She dialed for Giles, the head of the cleaner squad. They were also quite efficient at removing certain people from society.
"Giles, I need the survivors of the Raccoon outbreak. I've sent a list of which ones I need, and those are the ones that you will be getting for me."
She received acknowledgement from Giles on the other line and hung up the phone. Soon enough, her creations could be let loose to play. She sat back down in her seat at the abandoned table and smiled giddily.
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The power had gone out in the hospital a few hours ago, and the creatures had swarmed it not too long afterwards. It was very difficult to find any sort of refuge at all, the dead had overtaken the hospital, and they greatly outnumbered the few people that still lived. George had managed to survive thus far by avoiding rather than killing, and occasionally giving a firm blow from his shoulder to any undead that shuffled too close. He knew that there was an escape route underneath the hospital, but he needed keys to get there, and he would be quite delighted if he could find a weapon too. He entered another room, but luckily, this one had none of the walking dead lurking about. Instead, he saw Hursh, one of the doctors of the hospital.
"Hey, Hursh!"
Hursh just and grabbed at his chest, startled by George's sudden greeting. "Oh dear, you startled me for a second there. I seem to have a bit of a problem here. I'm trying to get the power back, and I am not sure how to activate the backup auxillary battery. Could you tell me if this works?"
George nodded and watched Hursh hit a few buttons on some sort of console. Although George had worked at the hospital for quite some time, he didn't know how to operate any of lights or power, or any of that crap. After Hursh pressed one last button, the lights began to flicker on. Hursh let out a sigh of relief, and began to walk towards George. There was a barricade of desks and other objects forming a bridge between he and his fellow doctor. There was a sudden crash, and Hursh turned his head. A man covered in blood-sucking leeches had peeked through one of the curtains, and Hursh stood for a second, petrified with fear. He took off, madly scurrying towards the barricade, his tanned forehead damp with sweat. He began to climb the barricade, but one of the desks slid out from under him, and he fell back to his side of the wall. George ran towards it and began to climb himself. He looked over and saw that Hursh was still conscious, but now his hand was bleeding from the fall. The leech creature became aroused by the scent of blood, and hobbled towards Hursh like a drunk man. He tackled the downed Hursh, and George realized that he would be next. With Hursh's screams filling his ears, George ran and opened the door to leave the room, only to have a flood of undead spew towards him as the door opened. Teeth bit at him, fingers clawed at him, and George was screaming-
-at the top of his lungs as he awoke in a cold sweat. Another nightmare, the third one in one week alone. He groaned with mild relief and wiped the sweat off of his brow with his forearm. He threw his sheets off of his body and tossed his legs over the side of the bed. He looked over at the clock. A flourescent red 3:49 glared back at him. He groaned again, and stood up, walking towards his bathroom. His mouth was more dry than the Sahara, so he figured that he'd get some water before going back to sleep. He flicked on the bathroom light, and groaned for a third time as one of the two bathroom light bulbs burned out. He filled the glass about halfway, and drank only some, realizing that there was a figure in his shower. He could see a blurred silhouette of a man through his clear shower curtain. He hoped that the intruder had not seen him, and he whirled around and tossed his glass at the shower. He took off running, but felt a pinch in his back. He looked at his shoulder, and a dart was stuck there. Drowsiness took hold, and George Hamilton was asleep before he hit the ground.
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Harvey Bohr, a member of the cleaner squad, sat hiding in the bushes near Mark Wilkins's cabin. He had been waiting there for a few good hours, and there had been no sign of Wilkins at all. He and some other cleaners had been sent out to neutralize and bring back the survivors of the Raccoon City biohazardous outbreak. As he sat waiting for Mark, his comrades were simotaneously doing the same thing, only with the other targets. He suddenly heard the sound of an engine approaching, and he laid down flat on his belly and put his eye to the scope of his tranq rifle. He saw not one, but two come out of the truck, Mark and a younger man. He radioed back to Giles, the big boss of the cleaners.
"Commander, the target is accompanied by another individual. Would you like me to neutralize them both and bring both back? Over."
"Couldn't hurt. Go ahead and do just that. Over and out."
Harvey took aim at the boy first. If his intuition was right, this guy was probably Wilkins's son, so some sort of parental instinct shit would probably kick in, and make Mark an easier target. He shot at the young man, and the dart hit him in the chest. He almost immediately fell to the dusty ground, and Mark went running to him, pulling the dart out and trying to revive him. Harvey another dart into the rifle and shot right when the crosshairs sat on Mark's back. "Goodnight Mr. Survivor."
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At about 4:00 AM, David King awoke from a nightmare of his own. The same nightmare that had haunted him for six years. He knew that all of the zombies had been put to rest by the explosion, but they still managed to wreak havok in his mind. He sat up and gasped, and realized that he was in his bedroom, not J's Bar as his dream had made him believe. Cindy Lennox, now his fiancée, woke up after him, putting one of her smooth, warm hands on his bare chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat.
"Did you have the dream again?" David merely nodded his head as he attempted to catch his breath. Cindy wrapped her arms around David's waist and pulled herself close to him. He wrapped and arm around her as she laid her face against his chest. David even admitted himself that he had been a cold, almost emotionless person, but Cindy actually managed to teach him to love a little. He was absolutely wild about her, and he was glad that she was there to give him something to care about. Before the Raccoon incident, he had been a man without purpose, a plumber who was being eaten alive by his past. Now was different. Cindy had been able to destroy the barrier he had created to hide from himself, and she had shown him who he really was, and he was more than greatful for that.
"I'll be right back, I just want to make sure the door is locked." Cindy acknowledged him with a smile and let him go and watched him as he left. Just as she began to notice the closet door opening, she felt a sharp pain and let out a quick gasp before falling into unconsciousness. David turned back towards the bedroom and waited. He heard nothing, but his impulses were screaming at him. He slowly advanced towards the rack by the door, and grabbed his pocket knife from his coat pocket. He unfolded it, and prowled towards his bedroom again. The closet door was slightly opened, even when he specifically remember closing it before going to sleep. He leapt at the closet and tore the door open, only to be shot by a tranquilizer dart. He stumbled back out of the bedroom, folding his knife and hiding it in his sock before sinking into unconsciousness. The same process repeated with the other outbreak survivors until all were captured and held in the basement cells of the Umbrealla headquarters, where they soon would learn that their nightmares and fears would resurface to test them once again.