Chapter 3

Michelle walked in the back of the group as the lid closed behind them. She knew she had to focus on the mission, but Steve was distracting her. Every time she looked out of the corner of her eye, she saw Steve staring at her, checking her up and down. It was starting to freak her out.

Jared, who was at the front of the line, stopped walking. They had already reached the control room, the center of the base. Something was wrong. Something stunk.

"Everybody, look around!" Jared told them. Michelle did as she was told.

Steve walked around the large control center. The room was huge, filled with rows of desks and computers. He looked at all the desks, and found one computer that was still on. He sat down, clicked on the file Experiments. A box popped up with dozens of files, with names like Hunter, Chimera , Cerberus, Neptune, Licker, T.R.A.M. None of them made sense to him. He clicked on the one that said T.R.A.M. A picture of a young Asian woman appeared, with several small notes typed below. They read:

.T Plus G Plus D.N.A T.R.A. By Umbrella, tamed.

.Animal Instincts, Human Intelligence

.Needs To Breed With: Unknown

.Extremely Dangerous

. Poison Barbs Carry Virus

Steve didn't know what any of this meant, but he needed to tell Jared. Suddenly, he heard a low groan from behind him…

Jared and Holden had searched the control center, but found nothing.

"What do you think happened down here," Holden asked. Holden had been Jared's friend for years. They respected each other.

"What do you mean?" Jared asked him. Holden shrugged.

"Well, this is a high security research facility, no scientists. This is where they probably spent most of their time, yet there are no bodies. Kind of weird, don't you think?" Holden replied. Jared thought about it. Holden made some sense. Suddenly, he heard his radio vibrate. He hit the speak button.

"Hello?" He asked.

"JARED, GET THE FUCK UP HERE!" Nate's voice screamed. Nate's voice sent a chill down Jared's spine. Nate didn't get scared easily. But Nate didn't sound scared. He sounded hysterical. Terrified. Suddenly, Jared heard a scream behind him and he dropped the radio.

"Shit," he muttered, and looked toward the screams. Some man in a scientist robe was grabbing Steve. But something was wrong. Blood was flowing from Steve's lower neck, going all down his armor and clothes. Jared began to run over, along with everyone else who he guessed had heard Steve too.

Steve tried hard to hold the psycho back. The fucker had bit him in the neck while he had been sitting, and was trying to come back for seconds. Except this guy wasn't a psycho. The guy looked like he was already dead. His skin was covered with gashes and boils, and the skin on his lower jaw was gone, making the crazy fuck look like he was constantly smiling. The guy kept moaning, and stunk like shit that had been baking in the sun for a year.

"Get the fuck off," Steve screamed, and pushed the guy back. Steve grabbed his pistol and aimed at the bastards heart. He fired. The psycho merely stumbled, but didn't go down. Steve backed up, and bumped into Jared and the seven others, all with their pistols raised. They all fired at once, each one hitting their target. He still didn't go down. Finally, Steve aimed for the head. He fired, and the fuckers brains splattered out of his head, which now had a hole the size of a tennis bal in it. The man stood for a few seconds, then fell back. Dead.

"What, in the HELL, was that?" Sarah asked.

"Haven't you ever seen a horror movie, you dumb bitch. That was a fucking zombie," Wajihah replied. Nichole shrugged.

"Whatever it was, I don't think Umbrella wanted us to find it…"