Marsh's boots slammed against the dull floor in a manner quite similar to that of his comrades, Derricks and Bo. Commander Burton hadn't been kidding them back up on the rooftop when he had warned them that they were not up against the typical foes, as the humongous creature that kept even pace when them did not exactly fall into the category of a human target. Since they had began running, Marsh had only caught quick glimpses of the massive beast. Could it have been human? Maybe long, long ago. The monster's eyes were multiple green slits in its insectoid face, and it had three large fangs, one on top and two on the bottom, that clashed and clanged together. Huge pincer-clad arms bent and twisted upward, lashing out towards the fleeing men. Its torso was relatively normal, a female stomach with female breasts, but it ended at the hips, where a huge slug-like abdomen began. Four legs held up the massive body, each tipped with a hoof-like claw. It enviously clawed at their bodies, desiring their flesh. As it took chase, a large, green, bulbous orb pulsated on its abdomen.

"For fuck's sake, she's gaining on us!" Bo quickly turned and began to run backwards and let the laser of his rifle dance upon the monster's face. "Eat shit." The automatic chatter ceased when a pincer shot forward and clamped down on Bo's torso. The monster stopped, examining her prey. As Bo continually flailed, the soldiers stopped and watched, aiming their firearms at the creature's head. She turned towards them, then looked back at her flailing victim. Her claw tightened, and broke Bo's torso, spilling blood onto the floor from Bo's mouth and punctured body. The claw craned over Envy's head once again, the limp body flapping as she began to run again. Marsh and Derricks suddenly got a reality check, as they too began to run, they saw stairs, and they did not stop.

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"Surely they should be fine. They've got a pistol, it will keep them safe."

Jim, wired and nervous, turned on George. "Yeah, but what about when all of their bullets are gone, huh? Then what? They won't be that safe anymore, will they!"

Jim's bickering was cut short when gunshots echoed from the lobby. Mark moved over towards the door and placed his large hand on the handle, ready to open it to check if Kevin and David were alright. However, all attention moved towards the occupied locker as the once dead man that they had stuffed inside began to bang against the door of his prison.

"Dad, wasn't he-"

"Yeah Ben, he was dead. Everybody, come away from the locker."

Everybody did as Mark had said and shuffled away from the locker, as Mark headed towards it. He yanked down on the handle and threw the door open, as its undead occupant almost leapt out, pale hands grabbing for the survivors. Mark's hands moved faster than the corpse's, however, and he almost immediately swung the zombie under his arm and put him in a tight headlock. As yellowed teeth tried to bite at Mark's forearm, he pushed with one hand and pulled with the other and swiftly snapped the ghoul's neck. After the zombie fell face first onto the ground, Mark gruffly stated, "I think we need to arm ourselves."

Ben stepped forward next to his father, "I think I agree."

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Kevin's optimistic attitude was once again stomped upon. Seeking refuge from who or whatever was aboard the elevator, he and David had run into the tiny office that was in the lobby. He closed the door and pressed against it, only to be pounced upon by yet another undead monstrosity. The creature yelled and hissed at Kevin, its white, vein-covered hands held at Kevin's face as its mouth flew towards his tender throat. He thrashed his body to and fro, in attempts to get the threat away, but could not get it off of him. David's fist flew past Kevin's face repeatedly, pummeling the man's face but doing no real damage to him.

"David! Please help me!"

David ran to the desk that sat against the wall of the office and grabbed a handful of pens. Wielding the writing utensils, David plunged a great deal of them into the zombie's tender face. He let go of Kevin, who quickly ran to join David as they watched the now blinded creature claw at air. David and Kevin both looked at the oak bookshelf, then to each other, and nodded.

"Hey! Hey you! Over here!"

With his hearing still keen, the zombie plodded over towards his prey. Simultaneously, David and Kevin tugged on the bookshelf, toppling it on top of the unsuspecting zombie. Crushed under the shelf, the zombie was not dead, but definitely trapped. They were safe, for now.

"Do we finish it?"

Kevin replied to David's gruff question with a boot to the zombie's skull. David, being a relatively intelligent man, knew what to do, and joined Kevin in kicking. Even after the man had long died, with its blood pooling on the floor, the men continued to stomp at its head. The did not stop until they heard noises from the lobby.

-tattattattattat-

The gunfire ended with a louder gunshot, and an even louder scream.

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HUNK and Agent 2 got off of the elevator at just the right time. As they stepped out, they kept their weapons drawn, scanning the corpse-filled lobby. Just as the two elevators doors met at a closing, HUNK could hear the screams.

"Open the elevator again."

Agent 2 did just as HUNK had said, and two anti-Umbrella soldiers rushed down the stairs and careened across the lobby's floor, their automatics firing at some unseen being which was on the second floor. Not too far after them, the first of the sample-bearing B.O.W.s bounded down the stairs, a dead man in one of its claws. As the two men ran towards the elevator, HUNK plugged a round into the second man's leg. He fell to the floor, clasping at his wounded limp, fingers squeezing around the wound in a feeble attempt to stop the bleeding. He screamed as he tried to tend his wound.

"Derricks, look out!" The other soldier's cries were only in vain, for as his friend turned around, the monster's free claw swept down and clamped down on his face. As he was being lifted up, he clawed at the huge pincer, which tightened, crushing the poor man's skull.

The trio had seen most of this through the doors of the elevator, and just as Envy dropped both bodies and turned towards them, the doors closed, and the elevator began to move upwards. They heard a smashing noise below them as they ascended. "She's taken out the doors."

"She's what?" said the shaken soldier whose nametag simply said "Marsh." Before another word could be spoken, one of Envy's gigantic claws tore through the elevator floor. Marsh screamed as it squeezed his ankle, and pulled him to the hole. Far too small for a full-grown man to fit through, Envy made do and tugged on what she could, which resulted in Marsh's leg being torn off all the way to his hip. Bleeding all over the floor of the elevator, Marsh's screams echoed through the ears of HUNK and Agent 2. Suddenly, the elevator stopped, it had reached its floor.

"Get out. We'll meet up again later."

Agent 2 hesitated, then nodded.

"I have got a plan."

Before the doors closed, Agent 2 could see HUNK climbing up to the ceiling of the elevator. His body, then his legs disappeared through the ceiling of the elevator, and Marsh's screams became dull as the elevator doors shut. Metal began to shift upon metal behind her, and Agent 2 turned around, only to see that the shutters on the windows were pulling up. Escape was now much easier, not just for her, but for the monsters as well.