Resident Evil: A New Umbrella
By Holden Johns
Connors wept in the corner of the room. Everything had gone wrong, it wasn't supposed to happen like this, the virus wasn't supposed to be released into the facility. He was trapped; in a facility over fifty-thousand feet under water, and the virus was spreading.
He was now hiding under a desk, listening to something banging on the door of the room he was in. He didn't know what it was, and was scared. He had already pissed himself. He figured it was probably just one of other scientists. No, not scientists, not anymore. They were, how do you say it? Zombies. Yes, that was the word. But what if it wasn't one of the zombies, what if it was a Hunter, or a Licker, or a mesh monkey. The Tyrant. He prayed to God it wasn't the Tyrant.
Slowly, he reached into his pocket, and pulled out his nine-millimeter handgun. The door was going to crack soon, if he was going to do this, he better do it now. He jerked the gun into his mouth, and pulled the trigger. CLICK! No bullet. Suddenly the door, the reinforced steel door, crashed off the hinges. Connors waited, but heard nothing more. He slowly looked out from under the desk, but still saw nothing out of the ordinary. Then, Tram Nguyen, a fellow scientist, walked into the room. Connor's immediately got up; he didn't think anyone else had survived. Plus, he had always had a crush on Tram. Maybe he could finally bang her before he died.
"Oh, thank fucking God, I thought everyone was dead!" he yelled, a large smile across his face. She smiled back at him.
"They are…almost," she replied. An even bigger smile spread across her face. What the hell, he thought.
"Wait, what do you…" he began. He never finished. She quickly raised her hand, pointing he palm at him. The flesh on her palm opened up, and a sharp black-green plant-like barb shot out of her hand, sticking into Connors' in the chest. He screamed as blood began to pour out of his chest. Suddenly, he felt very nauseated, but not from the wound or the blood. Something else. And before he could pull the barb out, he died, and fell to the floor.