Chapter 4
Steve sat in the chair by the desk, where he had been sitting when that man, no, not man, zombie, had attacked him. Jared had split everyone up, to try and figure out what the hell Umbrella was up to. The whole situation was puzzling Steve. Umbrella was a fucking pharmaceutical industry, why in the hell were they making zombies. How the hell were they making zombies..."
Steve reached up and felt the left side of his neck, the side the zombie had bitten. It was bleeding bad, hadn't let up at all. Steve began to feel sick as he felt the wound. He could feel his neck muscles moving. The bastard had ripped off a big fucking chunk. Steve took his hand off the wound and stared at his hand. Covered in blood.
Michelle, who Jared had ordered to stay with Steve in the control center, came up to him with gauze tape in her hand from the first-aid kit. She began to wrap it around the wound, not speaking a word.
"Thanks," Steve said. Michelle kept a stern face.
"No problem," she replied. She kept fingering the wound, trying best to fix it.
"You know, Michelle, we never really…" he started before he was cut off.
"Steve, this isn't the time or the place. Right now we need to focus. Have you found anything on the computers," she asked. He nodded.
"I found some files on the shit they were doing down here," he said. Michelle smiled.
"Let's take a look," she told him. He grabbed the computer mouse and clicked on the file Cerberus. Several files came up, and he clicked on one that said Doberman Experiment. A large written document popped up.
Yesterday we injected the dogs with the T-Virus. At first, the dogs seemed the same. Within an hour, they started to become hungry, eating their food immensely fast. Two hours later, they attacked Mika, the dog handler, when she went into their pen. By the time we got to her, about thirty seconds later, she was long dead. Her neck was torn out, and her intestines, which looked like giant noodles, were spread out all across the room. Nobody's gone in since. Now, the dogs look dead. They have almost no skin, just muscle and blood and bone. The dogs are starting to eat each other now since I'm the only one that tries to feed them. Everyone else is concerned with Tram. That's what we named her.
Signed, Billy Rabbitson
Steve had to take a deep breath. Umbrella was fucking with nature, that ain't right.
"Oh my God, Steve. What if those things are around here?" Michelle gasped. Steve shook his head.
"What?" she asked.
"Wajihah and Sarah said they were going to the East side of the facility," he explained. Michelle shrugged.
"So?" she asked.
"According to this, that's where they kept the dogs, the Cerberus," he told her. But Steve didn't care as much as he should have right now. All he was concerned about was that his neck was itching really bad.
Wajihah gagged as she looked into the dog pen. The entire pen was covered in blood and bits of flesh and gore. What must have once been a body was lying there.
"Eww, so gross," Wajihah gagged. Sarah nodded. Wajihah began to back out of the pen, when she heard a growl. Sarah ran inside the large pen with her immediately.
"What the fuck was that!" Sarah shouted in a whisper voice. Wajihah shrugged. Sarah pointed and mouthed "I'm going to take a look". Wajihah nodded. Sarah walked into the hallway. Wajihah peaked around the corner to watch her. Sarah looked all around.
"There ain't nothing here," she said. Suddenly something pounced on Sarah. Wajihah saw Sarah fall, and blood splashed against Wajihah's face. She screamed as loud as she could and closed the kennel door, locking it from the inside. She backed into the corner of the room as she heard Sarah's gurgled, blood filled screams followed by savage growling, snarling and barking. Then the screams stopped. Wajihah began to cry. She wouldn't be leaving the pen anytime soon.