The cold concrete stairs led to a decent sized locker room, quite the opposite of the exquisite and massive entry hall that Jim had been expecting. The room was in good condition. It's light gray-colored walls were free of cracks and blood stains alike, which had Jim sighing with relief. All four of the walls had at least five lockers on it, if not a little more,and Jim made a guess at saying there were around 20 something lockers. Jim's heart literally jumped into his throat as he spotted the unmoving body on the floor. The body, that of some male worker, wasn't in awful condition, and Jim was actually unsure as to whether he may have been dead or unconscious.
George slowly approached the downed man and stooped down onto one knee. He apprehensively touched the man's shoulder and pulled him so he was laying on his back. "He's not breathing…" George placed two of his fingers next to the man's windpipe. "No pulse, and his temperature is beginning to drop. He's been dead, but I wouldn't say for very long."
"I really don't give a shit, man! You KNOW we can't trust the dead anymore, and I really don't want to take any chances with this guy!" Jim walked over to Kevin and began to grab at the pistol he had acquired from A. Douglas. "C'mon Kev, give the gun here!"
Kevin's face, usually tinged with a small smirk, was cold and emotionless. Rather than snap at Jim with one of his usual, wise-ass remarks, he simply and slowly said, "We can't waste bullets. It's too risky."
For a long while, the room was filled with an ominous silence as all eyes remained totally focused on the unmoving body. The man's eyes did not stare back, but rather stared blindly at the ceiling, clouded over and white. His skin had the pestilential tone of the walking dead that had been encountered so long before, and he began to give off the same odor, as well.
Without any announcement, Mark walked forward over the dead man and swooped his hands underneath the dead man's arms. He pulled him up, the man's head drooped lifelessly downward. Mark dragged the body towards one of the lockers and stopped. "Would anybody be kind enough to open one of these lockers?"
Alyssa ran forward, "Uh yeah, no problem." The locker had no lock on it, so she very easily managed to open the locker door. "Hang on a sec, there's some crap in here." Alyssa pulled out the security uniform of the locker's owner, and stepped out of the way as Mark stuffed the limp body into the locker. After the door had shut, Mark turned to Alyssa once again.
"Hey, are you still good with locks? I'd feel much safer if this locker was locked, but I would also be nice to check these other lockers for stuff, too."
"No man! We should just get the fuck outta dodge, so we don't hafta worry about any of this!" Jim squealed.
David pushed his way through the crowd and past Jim. "Here's an idea. How about me and Kevin go check out whatever room is outside of that door right over there, so we can maybe try to find an exit before everybody starts bitching about things. That work?" Nobody said a word, but Kevin stepped forward and headed towards the lone door in the room. David turned around one last time before slinking out of the door. "Everybody stay here."
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Agent 1, also codenamed HUNK, looked out from the window of the 'chopper and saw that three helicopters had already landed on the roof of the building. The pilot, who began to circle the building, said, "Looks like somebody else already beat you here. I don't wanna risk landing, so you guys will have to get on the roof while I'm still in the air. Got me?" HUNK and Agent 2 both nodded, their faces totally covered by gas masks. They both stood up, and HUNK opened the hatch that led to the outside. The two agents looked at each other.
"Ladies first," said HUNK, his voice deepened and altered by his mask. Agent 2 gave a little nod and clipped her buckle on one of the loops by the helicopter door. She rappelled out of the helicopter and landed on the rooftop, unclipping the wire from her belt. HUNK did the same, and they both headed towards the elevator that sat in between the two stairwells.
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David's fears had returned. In the main, exquisite entryway, seven more bodies were laying on the ground. As if their entrance were the trigger, all seven of the corpses slowly began to rise to their feet.
"Give me the gun."
"No David."
"Kevin, give…me…the gun."
Both of the men were speaking through clenched teeth, hoping that the undead would fail to notice them. However, their plan backfired. The pale, blank faces of the employees of whatever this place was turned and stayed turned towards Kevin and David. Almost tortured groans began to come from them as they slowly shuffled towards the duo.
"Fuck, what do we do now?"
"We kill them Kevin. We kill them. We're going to do the same thing that we did back in Raccoon City. We are going to put these pasty-faced monsters out of their goddamned misery." David no longer had fear. It had passed away along with the hopes of being able to live in peace and the hopes of never having to take another life. David knew that he had to act now, and not live in such fear, but rather, just live.
Kevin, still intent on conserving their limited ammunition, clicked on the handgun's safety and dropped the gun in the pocket of his flannel pajama pants. David once again unfolded his knife, and the two charged. As Kevin ran towards one of them, a fat woman in a nice suit, she toppled towards him, clumsily tripping over her own sluggish feet. She slammed onto the dark-green tile, her clammy hands attempting to wrap around Kevin's feet. Still keeping his attention on the downed woman, Kevin turned to another one, a young man in a brown delivery man's uniform. He smashed a fist into the dead man's face, smashing nose and breaking teeth, as he teetered backwards, also slamming into the floor.
David was not having the easiest time either. Each slice of the knife seemed to do little to nothing to the shambling monsters. He cut across the eyes of one of them, leaking blood and fluid onto the woman's face. Although blinded, the woman almost became more vicious as her hands groped for David as her wounded eyes dripped into her gaping mouth. She nearly leapt at him, but his hands wrapped around her neck as he tossed her at the other two approaching zombies. Realizing how futile his attempts were, David tossed his knife to the side and kicked one of the other two zombies, throwing it to the floor. A skinny white arm reached for David's face, and he took the third zombies arm and punched at the elbow, easily breaking the already frail limb. This did not at all slow his advancement, as his other, unbroken arm still tried to claw at David. He swept its legs out from under it, and stomped on his face. He ducked under the outstretched arms of the blinded woman, and drove an elbow into her stomach, throwing her to the ground as well.
As the blinded zombie hit the floor, Kevin himself also fell to the ground as three of the four zombies he was against staggered towards him. Quickly running out of options, Kevin got to his feet and ran to the secretary's desk in the middle of the room. He picked up the wheeled office chair and pulled the seat from the wheeled base. Holding the seat in front of him, he rammed the metal rod sticking out from under the seat into the chest of the delivery man. He grabbed the head of one of the others and bashed it into the edge of the desk. Blood splattered on the desk as the zombie fell to the ground. The third of his pursuers had gone off towards David, leaving Kevin with the fat woman, who was still inching across the floor towards him. He got a running start, and kicked at her pudgy face like a soccer ball. Her head reeled back as her spinal cord snapped, then pitched forward and slammed to the floor.
David now found himself cornered by four zombies, all of them shuffling towards him mercilessly, their bloody, gaping maws crying for flesh. David was surprised to hear a gunshot as one of them fell to the floor with a bullet in the head. The other three followed suit shortly after, and all seven of the zombies were finally dead. Now, the two finally had a chance to really look at the room. In the center of the room was the large U-shaped desk, which was now bloodied thanks to one of the zombies. There were three computers at the desk, and three roller chairs as well. Two large, glass statues stood at either side of the desk, both identical: A featureless man with a snake wrapped around him, the snake's eyes looking at the statue's head. There was a large elevator behind the desk, and there was a staircase on both walls to the left and right of the desk. In the back of the large room was a door, and also other decorative pieces were in the room, like couches, plants, and a water cooler in the corner. There were actually payphones by the right staircase, and then Kevin and David spotted the exit, and their hearts sunk. The doors were blocked by humongous metal shutters, blocking their escape. Over the doors sat a huge emblem. Kevinswore that he could have heard David cursing under his breath. The hugeemblem bore the all too familiar crest of Umbrella. Suddenly, they could hear the elevator shifting. Kevin and David ran towards the back of the entrance hall, and bolted into the room in the back, not waiting to see if it was already occupied.