Chapter 2: Lucky Charm
The only thing illuminating the dark abyss of the hallway was a row of small overhead lamps that barely lit a three feet radius around them. As the clicking of nails became louder, Amanda instinctively searched her right hip which was where she usually kept her Berretta but only found air in its place. All six of the prisoner's weapons had been taken in the Umbrella facilities she suddenly remembered.
"Do you here that?" Amanda asked in no more than a whisper.
Everyone immediately stopped in mid-sentence, somehow hearing her question and began to strain to hear. The cold dark hallway echoed with slight clicks that seemed to be heading in their direction.
"What the hell is that?" Elise asked as a puzzled look crossed her face.
"It sounds like a dog or something, but the sound of its footsteps isn't right. It's almost like it's limping," Kiki replied as she swept a strand of her brown hair out of her eyes.
Amanda could see the wave of terror cross the rest of the team as they realized that they didn't have any of their weapons on them. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Dallas kneel down and begin to rummage through the inside of his boot for something.
"My lucky charm," Dallas said in triumph as he raised a stainless steel combat knife with a four leaf clover engraved on the handle out of his boot.
"I'll cover you," Marcell said without hesitation although he had no weapon.
With that the two men maneuvered their way to the front of the team and started down the hallway. Dallas was crouched down in fighting position ready to kill anything that moved as he shuffled his way down the hallway.
As Dallas neared the end of the dimly lit hallway he faintly saw an outline of what looked to be a very large dog that was engulfed in the deep shadows. It was dragging its back foot as it limped even closer to them. A foul smell swept through the air almost sending both Marcell and Dallas gagging.
The dog seemingly sensing their presence broke into a dead sprint. Hunks of rotting flesh began to peel off of the dog's rotting corpse. The dog's face was a mangle of scars and its eyes were heavily cataract in a white milky film. Before Dallas could react the monstrous dog dove onto Dallas's burly body knocking him off of his feet, knocking him to the ground under the dog's massive body weight.
The massive blow from the dog had sent his combat knife sliding away from him on the cold tile floor. Dallas squirmed to get away from the dog's vicious teeth that were snapping at his pale white face.
Marcell, being stunned for a moment at the mere sight of the beast, quickly snapped back to reality as he saw that Dallas was in trouble. Knife, get the knife! A voice in his head screamed as he frantically searched the tile floor for the small combat knife. He found it laying about four feet away from Dallas, and without thinking drove it into the dog's sickly neck.
A crimson liquid ran from ragged gash that had been made with the knife. The dog didn't stop, but instead became more intent to kill the man that he held under him. Marcell drove the knife into the dog's nick and this time circled it around, leaving a crimson streak around the hell hound's neck as it crumpled onto Dallas.
Dallas pushed the dead weight of the dog off of his chest as Marcell offered his hand to him to help him up.
"I don't need your help," Dallas said smoothly as he stood up and brushed himself off.
"What the hell was that?!" Tom said as he approached the sickly looking dog.
"One of Umbrella's pets, and I'm sure we'll see more of them soon," Amanda replied not allowing herself to panic.
"That will probably make a good souvenir one day," Dallas said jokingly as he gestured to the dog's head that had rolled away from its lifeless corpse.
The hallway looked to be underground since all of the light came from lamps that emitted artificial light. Marcell had taken the lead and no one would probably question her as leader, after the dog incident every one just went along with the flow. Dallas was left in the back, which was alright with him since he could check out all of the girl's forms from his position. Tom on the other hand was making conversation with Kiki, and had become quick friends. Amanda though was more of a loner and kept her mind on her business as she walked down the cold corridor.
The six agents had met the end of the hallway and were about to go up the steps when they heard gun shots. Tom pulled out a small lightweight handgun from his belt.
"You mean to tell us you had that the whole time and you didn't tell us," Dallas said in an irritated voice.
"Well no one asked," Tom said glad to have disappointed Dallas.
"I'll lead since I have a gun and the rest can follow. Oh and Elise cover my back," Tom said giving her a quick flash of his white teeth.
"No problem, I got your back" Elise out of all sounded the most serious.
Every one but Marcell looked to be scared to death. Not knowing what will happen can do that to you, especially when you're dealing with a place like Umbrella, Amanda thought to herself.
Tom led them up the stairs and down the next hallway. But on the way to the next door there was a dead body. It wasn't moving but they didn't take any chances, so Tom put a bullet in his head. Thinking no more about it he moved on.
"I hope that guy wasn't alive," Kiki said in a low voice.
They reached the door in a matter of seconds and opened it. The door opened into a small room with two other doors in it. The room looked a whole lot more comfy than the hall way and the cell, but almost anything is compared to that. The room was decorated in a dark crimson and a small fire crackled its greeting as they entered. There was no furniture in the room, only two small wooden doors to the left and right of them. They all shared the same look of confusion.
"The bullets couldn't have come from here though could they" Kiki said in her low voice.
"I don't think so, but anything is possible with Umbrella", Amanda said a little confused.
"We should split up; we'll be able to cover a lot more ground that way. Me, Amanda and Marcell take the door on the left. While Tom, Dallas and Kiki take the door on the right," Tom ordered.
As each of them stepped through their team's designated doors they could help but wonder what was behind their door and the silence.
The only thing illuminating the dark abyss of the hallway was a row of small overhead lamps that barely lit a three feet radius around them. As the clicking of nails became louder, Amanda instinctively searched her right hip which was where she usually kept her Berretta but only found air in its place. All six of the prisoner's weapons had been taken in the Umbrella facilities she suddenly remembered.
"Do you here that?" Amanda asked in no more than a whisper.
Everyone immediately stopped in mid-sentence, somehow hearing her question and began to strain to hear. The cold dark hallway echoed with slight clicks that seemed to be heading in their direction.
"What the hell is that?" Elise asked as a puzzled look crossed her face.
"It sounds like a dog or something, but the sound of its footsteps isn't right. It's almost like it's limping," Kiki replied as she swept a strand of her brown hair out of her eyes.
Amanda could see the wave of terror cross the rest of the team as they realized that they didn't have any of their weapons on them. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Dallas kneel down and begin to rummage through the inside of his boot for something.
"My lucky charm," Dallas said in triumph as he raised a stainless steel combat knife with a four leaf clover engraved on the handle out of his boot.
"I'll cover you," Marcell said without hesitation although he had no weapon.
With that the two men maneuvered their way to the front of the team and started down the hallway. Dallas was crouched down in fighting position ready to kill anything that moved as he shuffled his way down the hallway.
As Dallas neared the end of the dimly lit hallway he faintly saw an outline of what looked to be a very large dog that was engulfed in the deep shadows. It was dragging its back foot as it limped even closer to them. A foul smell swept through the air almost sending both Marcell and Dallas gagging.
The dog seemingly sensing their presence broke into a dead sprint. Hunks of rotting flesh began to peel off of the dog's rotting corpse. The dog's face was a mangle of scars and its eyes were heavily cataract in a white milky film. Before Dallas could react the monstrous dog dove onto Dallas's burly body knocking him off of his feet, knocking him to the ground under the dog's massive body weight.
The massive blow from the dog had sent his combat knife sliding away from him on the cold tile floor. Dallas squirmed to get away from the dog's vicious teeth that were snapping at his pale white face.
Marcell, being stunned for a moment at the mere sight of the beast, quickly snapped back to reality as he saw that Dallas was in trouble. Knife, get the knife! A voice in his head screamed as he frantically searched the tile floor for the small combat knife. He found it laying about four feet away from Dallas, and without thinking drove it into the dog's sickly neck.
A crimson liquid ran from ragged gash that had been made with the knife. The dog didn't stop, but instead became more intent to kill the man that he held under him. Marcell drove the knife into the dog's nick and this time circled it around, leaving a crimson streak around the hell hound's neck as it crumpled onto Dallas.
Dallas pushed the dead weight of the dog off of his chest as Marcell offered his hand to him to help him up.
"I don't need your help," Dallas said smoothly as he stood up and brushed himself off.
"What the hell was that?!" Tom said as he approached the sickly looking dog.
"One of Umbrella's pets, and I'm sure we'll see more of them soon," Amanda replied not allowing herself to panic.
"That will probably make a good souvenir one day," Dallas said jokingly as he gestured to the dog's head that had rolled away from its lifeless corpse.
The hallway looked to be underground since all of the light came from lamps that emitted artificial light. Marcell had taken the lead and no one would probably question her as leader, after the dog incident every one just went along with the flow. Dallas was left in the back, which was alright with him since he could check out all of the girl's forms from his position. Tom on the other hand was making conversation with Kiki, and had become quick friends. Amanda though was more of a loner and kept her mind on her business as she walked down the cold corridor.
The six agents had met the end of the hallway and were about to go up the steps when they heard gun shots. Tom pulled out a small lightweight handgun from his belt.
"You mean to tell us you had that the whole time and you didn't tell us," Dallas said in an irritated voice.
"Well no one asked," Tom said glad to have disappointed Dallas.
"I'll lead since I have a gun and the rest can follow. Oh and Elise cover my back," Tom said giving her a quick flash of his white teeth.
"No problem, I got your back" Elise out of all sounded the most serious.
Every one but Marcell looked to be scared to death. Not knowing what will happen can do that to you, especially when you're dealing with a place like Umbrella, Amanda thought to herself.
Tom led them up the stairs and down the next hallway. But on the way to the next door there was a dead body. It wasn't moving but they didn't take any chances, so Tom put a bullet in his head. Thinking no more about it he moved on.
"I hope that guy wasn't alive," Kiki said in a low voice.
They reached the door in a matter of seconds and opened it. The door opened into a small room with two other doors in it. The room looked a whole lot more comfy than the hall way and the cell, but almost anything is compared to that. The room was decorated in a dark crimson and a small fire crackled its greeting as they entered. There was no furniture in the room, only two small wooden doors to the left and right of them. They all shared the same look of confusion.
"The bullets couldn't have come from here though could they" Kiki said in her low voice.
"I don't think so, but anything is possible with Umbrella", Amanda said a little confused.
"We should split up; we'll be able to cover a lot more ground that way. Me, Amanda and Marcell take the door on the left. While Tom, Dallas and Kiki take the door on the right," Tom ordered.
As each of them stepped through their team's designated doors they could help but wonder what was behind their door and the silence.