Author's note: I am finally homework free! It's a miracle! School is almost over and there's about eleven more days left before summer vacation. The chapters will most likely be longer because I'll have more time to write and not do a whole chapter within two hours. I wil also update my other stories and whatnot. Anyways here is chapter 22! Ta,ta!
Disillusional thoughts
infect your view
Assets fuel your shallowed
integrity
Lost in a world of rejection
Expose the hell you cannot hide
An outcast of society
An orphan of life's reality
Retribution time will come
Sarcastic ridicule confining
"Shallow" By: Into Eternity
How long is the night?
Chapter 22
Authentic enemies
September 28, 2004
Just a little more and she would be free...
The broken chair leg and knife-like object dug into the shatterless glass one after the other. The hole had grown with every time that the objects had made contact with the glass. By now there were only mere millimeters before she would be able to get to the outside word.
In the corner of the now lit room, a tray of forgotten food sat; stale and dusty. The note Wesker had written now lay crumpled in a ball, tossed into the far right corner of the room. Near that was a desk that had been forgotten just like the food had.
Ada could feel multiple welts forming on her fingers as the clenched the tools that were the key to her escape. When one of them burst open and blood began to drip from it, Ada put down the broken chair leg and the knife-like object. She examined her injured hand for a moment before getting back to her work on escaping.
When her hand felt like it would fall off from the pain that jutted through it, Ada sighed and let the tools fall to the floor in a clatter. She went over to the desk and the black chair that was behind it and flung herself into the comfy leather. Ada let her sore limbs rest before she sat up and began to search through the drawers.
Paper after unimportant paper, Ada shuffled through all of Wesker's notes and not one of them held any value. When she found a small drawer near the left leg of the desk she searched quickly through it and stopped when her hand rested upon a tiny phone.
Ada looked at the small cell phone and checked to see who the last call was made to. It was a call to some guy named Barret by the looks of it. Then Ada remembered that this was the last call made and Barret had to be with Leon.
As the numbers on the phone were being pushed down, Ada could feel her heart beat begin to speed up in its pace. When she heard the ringing noise she waited, but all her hopes dropped like a boulder being tossed into a lake when a voice came on saying something about the number she had dialed was currently non-existant. Ada chucked the phone across the room and grit her teeth in frustration.
It seemed like she was never going to get out.
A shadowed figure walked down the hallways in the exact same building that Ada was beings held captive in. On either side of the figure there was a creature. They made their way to the end of the long, vacant hallway and stopped when they reached a wooden door. It flung open when a button was pressed from inside and the three figures walked in.
Inside sat Wesker. He was sitting in a new black leather chair, hands on the desk in front of him, and looking at the beings that had just entered his new office.
A smile graced his lips when he saw the figure inbetween the two creatures.
"Excellent."
Nothing moved. Everything was dead silent. Even the most quiet whisper in the world could be heard here. But there was no sound.
A thick fog began to gather around this deserted place. It hung in the air, making the city even more odd. Within moments any visibility was lost, causing Leon and the others to retreat to one of the more bigger abandoned buildings.
Once everyone was gathered inside, someone turned on a really bright flash light and let the light pool over the inside of the old building.
It looked like it was once a factory. Old machinery lay all over the place. A light layer of dust had settled on the floor and everything else in this building. There was an upper level with dangerous looking stairs that cascaded down from it. Huge lights hung from the roof, ones that would have to be turned back on if need be. Everything was painted a navy blue, even the broken desk that sat in a corner just under the stairs. There was a lamp on it and nothing more.
Leon looked around and saw that there was an office area.
It was fairly small. Painted that same navy blue as everything else was, the paint was chipping away from the boards, showing a different color that was lighter than itself, most likely a sea green color. Big windows marked the start of a new office and each window held that same dirty look to it. The main door that lead to the office had been torn off, leaving what looked like a black hole to the left of the group.
When the flashlight went from the office to the right side of the room, they noticed more machines and something else.
Blood.
It was splattered all over the machinery, giving it a purple hue. There was also more blood found on the floor. As one of the group members was walking along, not much liking the creepy old factory building, she had stepped into some blood.
Fresh blood.
All the group members crowed around the blood and inspected it. Barret estimated that the blood had to have been drawn no longer than five minutes before they had arrived. This caused some commotion in the other members, but what was even worse was that it was clotted blood, and that just made everyone start to freak out.
"We have to get out of here," someone said in a desperate voice.
"I forgot my gun in my truck!" another wailed.
"This is impossible, we're never going to make it out of here alive!"
The chatter disipatted when a gunshot rang out. Everyone turned their attention to Michael who held a gun up in the air and looking very frustrated. He glanced at everyone before he lowered the gun and put it away.
"None of this talk! If we want to make it through this whole thing alive we have to stay calm no matter what the problem is. As for now we should get the power running in this building."
There were both mummbles of disagreement and the quiet noise as others nodded their heads in agreement.
When Michael was happy with the response, he walked up to Leon, who then took charge and lead a group of people to the upper level where they looked for some sort of power source for the old factory.
The upper level was very much the same as the bottom. Navy blue was painted on everything. There was a slight smell of something unpleasent, but it didn't stop anyone from looking around.
There was a tiny office that had many things tossed around inside. It was the only room so they decided to go look inside.
Wires ran everywhere, hundreds of switches were on every wall that they could fit on. When some one took their flashlight and ran it along the buttons, a red one that had the faded words "power" on them was what stuck out the most. Leon pressed the button and there was a humming noise before the lights started to flicker and then the power was turned back on.
They saw the lights turn on from the outside. A hundred lifeless bodies surrounded the navy blue building, all hungry for the taste of flesh. An echo inside their head ran out and signaled them to move on.
From above it looked like the building was navy blue with a white bottom as the living dead fought for a way in.
It was time to feed.
Everyone was on the lower level, feeling better by now. They had all retired to sitting on some of the dead machinery and were talking in whispers.
Leon was discussing the matter at hand and where they should go next with Michael, Barret and Ashley. They had just moved onto the topic of how they would make it to Raccoon City with barely any gas in their trucks when a thudding sound could be heard from the outside.
The same woman that had stepped in the pool of blood went to the door that they had came through and opened it.
She was greeted with grasping hands that pulled her outside and the only evidence that they left behind was her screaming that faded away on the wind.
The others inside quickly ran to close the door, guns in hand. They shot down about ten of the zombies that were after their flesh as well. They went back to the group and by now everyone that had a weapon, had it out and wasready to shoot.
"Looks like we're surrounded," Barret muttered as he took out his beloved gun and scouted the area for any other ways that the zombies could get in. When he reached the back of the factory he found nothing and headed back to help the others out.
The door was now dinted. A hole was quickly forming and multiple sets of hands were trying to grab at them
There was one final blow to the door and then it burst down, zombies running in and goind straight towards their targets.
"Everyone get onto the machinery!" Leon yelled as he made it there just before a zombie lunged at him and ended up falling face first into the cement ground and died instantly when Leon fired a bullet into its head from the back.
Now gunshots filled the air. About half of the zombie army lay dead once again before the survivors. The zombies began to back off, but anyone who got near the door was shot down before they could retreat.
When there was no more than fifteen zombies left, the survivors got off of the machinery and made their way to the door, weary of the zombies that lay on the ground.
Everyone was too busy firing at the living dead to hear the loud creak as heavy footsteps came from the stairs that lead up to the upper level.
The thing had a cut on its arm, the cause of the pool of clotted blood that had been found on the floor of the factory from earlier. It used to be the boss of this place. It had shunned away from the violence that was occuring around him and had isolated himself in the office where the power switches were.
It had seen Leon and the others but had not attacked because it was waiting for something to distract them. And what better to do it than a hoard of zombies.
Drool oozed out of its disfigured mouth. A single bite from a zombie had caused him to turn into this..this beast. He used to be a simple man, thirty four years old that was smart and cunning. Now he was a monster that had three feet needle like claws that replaced his nails, a bloated body, a ripped up and face and one hell of a tempter to go along with everything else.
As his feet landed on the last step, he spotted his first victim.
It was Barret.
With amazing speed he rushed to Barret and threw him up against a wall. He snarled savagely when he threw him to the back of the factory and followed after Barret like a dog would to a ball when it was playing fetch.
Leon saw his friend being attacked by some hidious creature. He shot down some zombies and told the others to stay there as he ran after the creature to help Barret, who was now lying up against yet another wall and was quiet dazed.
Barret raised his right hand to hoist himself back up but the creature was too fast.
One of the needle like claws sprang towards Barret and pinned his hand to the wall by shooting the claw right through the webbed skin that was between the index finger and the thumb.
Barret bit back the scream that was trying so hard to escape his mouth. He looked up at his hand with wide eyes and then to the creature that was using the claw like some kind of fishing line to get closer to him.
When he heard Leon running after him he knew that the monster would kill him instantly. The only thing he had to do was escape. And Barret didn't like the idea that sprung up.
He closed his eyes, bit his lip and pulled his hand down, ripping the skin and felt his warm blood splash on his face.
As soon as he did that the creature fell forward, dead. Leon had fired a bullet into its back and hit the heart, then fired another bullet into its head and killed it for good.
There was nothing that would stop Barret from screaming now. He gripped his injured hand and let his scream bounce off the walls of the factory as everyone looked at him like he was crazy, but when they saw the blood coming out of his clutchedhands, they knew why and quickly went to go get some bandages.
Barret thought that he didn't even have his thumb. He couldn't feel it move, nor could he feel his hand at all. He looked towards Leon and suddenly became scared.
"Do you think it infected me?"
"That would be impossible, but we'll make sure you're okay just incase."
Leon helped his friend up and they walked outside and were greeted by bandages of all sorts. Leon left Barret to the care of the others and went back to his truck. When everyone was done and ready to head down the road to who knows what once again, he started up the truck and stepped on the gas.
The fog began to quickly clear up when they left. The clouds in the sky seemed to disolve into nothing and for once the sun actually shone down on the empty, deserted earth.