Dont own a thing...It's true. I wouldn't lie about a thing like that.
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"Hey, hold it!"
Damn. I hear Dave shouting from behind me. So much for a quick getaway. The best I can do is give him a moving target and try to get out of this corridor, fast. I'm six feet from the turn-off at the end of the corridor when I hear the first shot. Then the second. I slow down slightly as I wait for the pain to come...but there's none. A split second later I see the two bullets pounding into the wall in front of me sending out a shower of plaster and stone. That must be a big gun to do that damage. Good thing this guy's a lousy shot.
I almost fall as I sprint around the corner, the sound of more gunshots behind me. Need a weapon. Need a weapon. I run past unmarked doors and around corners trying to find a way out of here or somewhere to hide. I stop for a second, looking around to see if this area looks familiar. It doesn't.
I look back where I came to see Dave running towards me, bringing his gun up to fire. This guy may not be able to shoot straight but he's fast.
I duck around the next corner as another shot is fired.
"You can't run forever, bitch!" I hear from behind. I increase my speed despite the pain I'm feel in my chest. Cracked ribs and running don't go well together.
I sprint around a few more corners until finally I see a line of elevators along the corridor. I run to the nearest one and press the call button repeatedly. According to the sign above the elevator doors I'm on the fifth floor. I look on as the LED display below the sign changes from a one to a two, painfully slowly. That's not good. I can practically feel Dave closing in on me. Looking around frantically, I spot the door to the stairwell.
I'm through the door in seconds but I stop when I have the door shut behind me. I should be safe for the moment but where do I go now?
Only two choices - up or down.
Walker said the zombies had gotten into most parts of the hospital. If so, most of them should still be downstairs which will make it more difficult getting out of here. Unless he was lying to stop me from looking around and finding something. That lab in the basement he mentioned for one. Those guys are definitely hiding something in there that they don't wan't anyone to find out about. Especially me. And before I can get out of here I still have to warn Joe about what's going on. As soon as Dave gets tired of looking for me, he'll probably go after him. Why does this shit always happen to me, or at least it seems like it does?
I take the stairs up. Hopefully I can avoid any zombies and Dave. I remember there was a stairs near the room I was in. If I can find the stairs up here that leads back to there, I'll be able to get Joe and get out of this place. Damn, why did I ever set foot in this hospital.
I get to the fifth floor which is mostly coverd in darkness. The few emergency lights make it bright enough to see, but just barely. I roughly know the way I have to go so I begin walking down the corridor to my left. I quicken my pace thinking Dave could still be behind me, but I doubt it. After just a few minutes wandering around I finally found what I was looking for. I run through the emergency exit door that leads to the staris. I nearly fall down the steps, taking them two at a time. I stop myself before I reach the door.
I inch the door open slowly, looking to see if anyone is around. It looks clear...and kind of familiar. If I'm right the exam room should only be around the corner. I open the door a bit more and sneak into the corridor. I stay close to the wall as I get to the corner and pop my head out to take a look. It still looks okay. And I can see the door to "Exam 1". At least I haven't lost my sense of direction as well as my memory. I take another quick look down both ends of the corridor before running to the door.
I put my ear to the door to see if I can hear anything inside...it sounds quiet. I open the door and come face to face with Joe, who is armed with a metal bedpan.
He relaxes visibly when he sees me, lowering the bedpan. "Oh...it's you. You took your time. So where's this doctor friend of yours?" asks Joe.
"Firstly, I hope that bedpan is empty and secondly we have to get out of here, now!"
"What!? This is probably the safest place in the city right now. We have lights, power and even a doctor. Well according to you, anyway." he says, before limping back over to his bed, tossing the empty bedpan onto it.
"You don't understand. The doctor, the security guard, they both work for Umbrella." I try to explain.
"And? Umbrella own half the hospitals in North America. What's your point?" Joe asks, looking a little confused.
"Umbrella started all this. It's because of them that most of the people in this city have become zombies. They did something...they created those monsters. I just can't remember it."
"You can't remember?! How do you forget something like that? This sounds like bullshit to me." he says.
"It's not bullshit. I told you I had a concussion, right? Well since I woke up I haven't been able to remember much. Just my name, Claire, and I think I have a brother called Chris. I overheard Dr. Walker talking to the security guard, Dave. They were talking about me and about some kind of secret lab in the basement. That's when I started to remember stuff about Umbrella. That's when they heard me. They tried to killl me."
"This is a fucking joke. So Umbrella set a bunch of zombies loose in the city. They take over and kill everyone else, then you stumble into a secret Umbrella lab, despite not remembering any of this, dragging me with you then some Umbrella security guards try to kill you. Is that it?"
This guy is really starting to annoy me. I should leave his ass here to get killed...but I cant.
"So where do you think the zombies came from!? I guess they were summoned from the Book of the Dead! Or mabye they got jealous of all the vampires and mummies getting the good movie roles and want revenge! Wake up! Umbrella were using viral technology to create some sort of bio-weapon. I remember that much. Come on! There's only one guard and he's going to be here any second unless we get the hell out of here! And when he kills me, you're next on his list."
Joe looks at me skeptically for a moment then finally nods."Okay let's get out of here. But I want to know everything you do when we're out of here"
"Fine."
I walk over to the corner and pick up my backpack. It's still could be useful. Too bad I left my baseball bat and gun down at the car. Even if the gun was empty it could come in handy. I swing the bag over my shoulder and walk towards the door...when I hear footsteps outside!
I hold my hand up to motion Joe to stop. We both listen as the footsteps get closer. He's almost to the door. My mind races, trying to think of a way to escape. My mind draws a blank.
A second later Dave bursts through the door armed with a Desert Eagle.
Before he takes barely a step into the room I slam the door back in his face and throw my full weight behind it. He reacts quicker that I expected though. He manages to slide a muscular arm across the door to stop me from closing it fully. Luckily it's his arm holding the gun so he won't be able to shoot. I begin to feel him pushing back at the door trying to get in and trying to get some pressure off his trapped arm.
"Get away from the door, Redfield. Make this easier on yourself. You have nowhere left to run!" shouts Dave, from the other side of the door.
I can't match his strength. I feel the door open a few more inches.
Then, suddenly, Joe slams, shoulder first, into the door just beside me. The force of this nearly crushes Dave's arm, who screams out in pain, before firing the gun into the wall on the other side of the room. The gun drops from Dave's hand and hits the floor with a metallic thud as he removes his arm from the doorway. Joe slams the door completely shut as I bend down to pick the gun up.
After a few seconds Dave start's banging against the door trying to smash it in. Bad move.
"Joe, get back!" I yell as I aim the gun at the closed door.
I can feel the adrenaline pumping through me. After Joe has taken a few steps back I fire three shots at the centre of the door.
The banging stops immediately to be replace by the sound of Dave slumping to the floor outside.
I open the door to make sure. Dave is slumped against the far wall in the corridor, his legs outstreched in front of him. One hand clutches a still bleeding wound to his stomach. The glazed look in his empty eyes confirmes he is dead. One of the shots that had hit him in the chest probably finished him.
I've killed a few zombies tonight but this feels different. More final somehow. At least the zombies were already dead. This was all me.
But he deserved it. I can think about this later. There are more important things to do now.
"Are you ready to go?" Joe asks, from behind me.
I take the two extra clips of .50 calibur ammo I spot on Dave's belt.
"Not yet. There's someone else I need to see."
I put the clips into my pocket and begin walking in the direction of Walker's office.
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"Hey, hold it!"
Damn. I hear Dave shouting from behind me. So much for a quick getaway. The best I can do is give him a moving target and try to get out of this corridor, fast. I'm six feet from the turn-off at the end of the corridor when I hear the first shot. Then the second. I slow down slightly as I wait for the pain to come...but there's none. A split second later I see the two bullets pounding into the wall in front of me sending out a shower of plaster and stone. That must be a big gun to do that damage. Good thing this guy's a lousy shot.
I almost fall as I sprint around the corner, the sound of more gunshots behind me. Need a weapon. Need a weapon. I run past unmarked doors and around corners trying to find a way out of here or somewhere to hide. I stop for a second, looking around to see if this area looks familiar. It doesn't.
I look back where I came to see Dave running towards me, bringing his gun up to fire. This guy may not be able to shoot straight but he's fast.
I duck around the next corner as another shot is fired.
"You can't run forever, bitch!" I hear from behind. I increase my speed despite the pain I'm feel in my chest. Cracked ribs and running don't go well together.
I sprint around a few more corners until finally I see a line of elevators along the corridor. I run to the nearest one and press the call button repeatedly. According to the sign above the elevator doors I'm on the fifth floor. I look on as the LED display below the sign changes from a one to a two, painfully slowly. That's not good. I can practically feel Dave closing in on me. Looking around frantically, I spot the door to the stairwell.
I'm through the door in seconds but I stop when I have the door shut behind me. I should be safe for the moment but where do I go now?
Only two choices - up or down.
Walker said the zombies had gotten into most parts of the hospital. If so, most of them should still be downstairs which will make it more difficult getting out of here. Unless he was lying to stop me from looking around and finding something. That lab in the basement he mentioned for one. Those guys are definitely hiding something in there that they don't wan't anyone to find out about. Especially me. And before I can get out of here I still have to warn Joe about what's going on. As soon as Dave gets tired of looking for me, he'll probably go after him. Why does this shit always happen to me, or at least it seems like it does?
I take the stairs up. Hopefully I can avoid any zombies and Dave. I remember there was a stairs near the room I was in. If I can find the stairs up here that leads back to there, I'll be able to get Joe and get out of this place. Damn, why did I ever set foot in this hospital.
I get to the fifth floor which is mostly coverd in darkness. The few emergency lights make it bright enough to see, but just barely. I roughly know the way I have to go so I begin walking down the corridor to my left. I quicken my pace thinking Dave could still be behind me, but I doubt it. After just a few minutes wandering around I finally found what I was looking for. I run through the emergency exit door that leads to the staris. I nearly fall down the steps, taking them two at a time. I stop myself before I reach the door.
I inch the door open slowly, looking to see if anyone is around. It looks clear...and kind of familiar. If I'm right the exam room should only be around the corner. I open the door a bit more and sneak into the corridor. I stay close to the wall as I get to the corner and pop my head out to take a look. It still looks okay. And I can see the door to "Exam 1". At least I haven't lost my sense of direction as well as my memory. I take another quick look down both ends of the corridor before running to the door.
I put my ear to the door to see if I can hear anything inside...it sounds quiet. I open the door and come face to face with Joe, who is armed with a metal bedpan.
He relaxes visibly when he sees me, lowering the bedpan. "Oh...it's you. You took your time. So where's this doctor friend of yours?" asks Joe.
"Firstly, I hope that bedpan is empty and secondly we have to get out of here, now!"
"What!? This is probably the safest place in the city right now. We have lights, power and even a doctor. Well according to you, anyway." he says, before limping back over to his bed, tossing the empty bedpan onto it.
"You don't understand. The doctor, the security guard, they both work for Umbrella." I try to explain.
"And? Umbrella own half the hospitals in North America. What's your point?" Joe asks, looking a little confused.
"Umbrella started all this. It's because of them that most of the people in this city have become zombies. They did something...they created those monsters. I just can't remember it."
"You can't remember?! How do you forget something like that? This sounds like bullshit to me." he says.
"It's not bullshit. I told you I had a concussion, right? Well since I woke up I haven't been able to remember much. Just my name, Claire, and I think I have a brother called Chris. I overheard Dr. Walker talking to the security guard, Dave. They were talking about me and about some kind of secret lab in the basement. That's when I started to remember stuff about Umbrella. That's when they heard me. They tried to killl me."
"This is a fucking joke. So Umbrella set a bunch of zombies loose in the city. They take over and kill everyone else, then you stumble into a secret Umbrella lab, despite not remembering any of this, dragging me with you then some Umbrella security guards try to kill you. Is that it?"
This guy is really starting to annoy me. I should leave his ass here to get killed...but I cant.
"So where do you think the zombies came from!? I guess they were summoned from the Book of the Dead! Or mabye they got jealous of all the vampires and mummies getting the good movie roles and want revenge! Wake up! Umbrella were using viral technology to create some sort of bio-weapon. I remember that much. Come on! There's only one guard and he's going to be here any second unless we get the hell out of here! And when he kills me, you're next on his list."
Joe looks at me skeptically for a moment then finally nods."Okay let's get out of here. But I want to know everything you do when we're out of here"
"Fine."
I walk over to the corner and pick up my backpack. It's still could be useful. Too bad I left my baseball bat and gun down at the car. Even if the gun was empty it could come in handy. I swing the bag over my shoulder and walk towards the door...when I hear footsteps outside!
I hold my hand up to motion Joe to stop. We both listen as the footsteps get closer. He's almost to the door. My mind races, trying to think of a way to escape. My mind draws a blank.
A second later Dave bursts through the door armed with a Desert Eagle.
Before he takes barely a step into the room I slam the door back in his face and throw my full weight behind it. He reacts quicker that I expected though. He manages to slide a muscular arm across the door to stop me from closing it fully. Luckily it's his arm holding the gun so he won't be able to shoot. I begin to feel him pushing back at the door trying to get in and trying to get some pressure off his trapped arm.
"Get away from the door, Redfield. Make this easier on yourself. You have nowhere left to run!" shouts Dave, from the other side of the door.
I can't match his strength. I feel the door open a few more inches.
Then, suddenly, Joe slams, shoulder first, into the door just beside me. The force of this nearly crushes Dave's arm, who screams out in pain, before firing the gun into the wall on the other side of the room. The gun drops from Dave's hand and hits the floor with a metallic thud as he removes his arm from the doorway. Joe slams the door completely shut as I bend down to pick the gun up.
After a few seconds Dave start's banging against the door trying to smash it in. Bad move.
"Joe, get back!" I yell as I aim the gun at the closed door.
I can feel the adrenaline pumping through me. After Joe has taken a few steps back I fire three shots at the centre of the door.
The banging stops immediately to be replace by the sound of Dave slumping to the floor outside.
I open the door to make sure. Dave is slumped against the far wall in the corridor, his legs outstreched in front of him. One hand clutches a still bleeding wound to his stomach. The glazed look in his empty eyes confirmes he is dead. One of the shots that had hit him in the chest probably finished him.
I've killed a few zombies tonight but this feels different. More final somehow. At least the zombies were already dead. This was all me.
But he deserved it. I can think about this later. There are more important things to do now.
"Are you ready to go?" Joe asks, from behind me.
I take the two extra clips of .50 calibur ammo I spot on Dave's belt.
"Not yet. There's someone else I need to see."
I put the clips into my pocket and begin walking in the direction of Walker's office.
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