FIFTEEN MINUTES UNTIL SELF-DESTRUCT SEQUENCE IS ACTIVATED

"Shit!" Barry and Jill said in unison.

"Wesker you moron," Barry continued, "You just locked us in; we are all going to die."

"No, no dear Burton, not at all," Wesker replied, "The system goes into lock down for exactly three minutes, forcing scientists to back up and export their work before running in a frightened frenzy. So don't worry, the explosion won't kill you—."

Just then the central glass tube shattered and the large creature inside stumbled forward out of it onto the lab floor.

"Ah," Wesker continued his sentence, "But maybe this will."

Wesker and the two S.T.A.R.S watched from separate ends of the room, as the monster in the tube, regained its footing and took a glance around the room letting out a terrible roar.

"Live my tyrant! Live!" Wesker said from behind it.

"Barry what should we do?" Jill said frantically.

"Wait," Barry replied, 'What's it doing?"

Jill and Barry watched as the monster slowly turned towards Wesker and began walking in his direction.

"Tyrant I command you to eliminate the S.T.A.R.S. team. Turn around I say!" Wesker was starting to panic.

The monster was less then a foot away before it stopped and starred at Wesker.

"Goddamnit Richardson," Wesker said under his breath, "I said kill them now. Turn the fuck around and your job you worthless piece of shi—."

Just then the claw-hand of the monster swung swiftly through the flesh of Wesker's torso, the end of his phrase lost as the wind, and a large amount of blood were knocked out of him simultaneously.

"How could this happen?" he though as he collapsed to the floor.

THIRTEEN MINUTES UNTIL SELF-DESTRUCT SEQUENCE IS ACTIVATED

"Now what?" he heard Jill ask.

"Let's keep it busy…until the door unlocks." He tried, but could only make out parts of Barry's response.

Wesker tried to concentrate as hard as he could on what was happening around him, but his vision and hearing were becoming more blurred with each second that passed. He thought about standing up but realized that not only was that going to be difficult, but if he did, he would most certainly share an impromptu meeting with a bullet courtesy of Jill or Barry.

Just then Wesker saw a flash of light, and felt an explosion.

TWELVE MINUTES UNTIL SELF-DESTRUCT SEQUENCE IS ACTIVATED. ALL DOORS ARE NOW UNLOCKED, PLEASE PROCEED TO THE NEAREST POINT OF EXIT.

He could hear Jill and Barry's footsteps as they exited the room.

"This is it," Wesker thought. "All my planning, my meticulous planning, gone to hell because of Richardson! Now I'll never get my money and Umbrella is going to regard me as a fai— as a fai—,"

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't say it.

"No! Who the hell do they think I am? I'm Albert Fucking Wesker!"

Using all his energy, Wesker wiped the blood from is face, and pushed himself into a sitting situation. He didn't have much time left, mainly because of loss of blood, but if he hurried he knew may still have time.

"There's a way to reprogram the self-destruct sequence to make it remote-activated," he thought. "If I can just get to that terminal, I can get the virus sample out of here, and then blow the place before those fucking S.T.A.R.S have the chance to even call in a helicopter!"

Wesker grabbed on to a nearby terminal and stood himself up, bracing himself for the initial dizziness. After it had passed he moved to the corner of the lab, lifted a metal plate from the wall and punched in the code "T-Y-R-A-N-T". Slowly the wall hissed open, like the door to the lab itself.

"Knowing my luck, they're loose in here too!" He said to himself as he began to shuffle towards the main computer terminal for the entire Spencer facility.

As he walked he could hear steam hissing from all around him, as a red light illuminated the hallway as it blinked on and off. The small metal pathway he was on was no wider then two or three shoulder-widths and the ceiling was about twenty feet above his head. This hallway wasn't designed for normal use, so in terms of appearance it was an eyesore. Metal pipes were the décor all around. Under the walkway, all over the walls and almost like a maze in the ceiling were pipes, and every step you took was almost in rhythm with their incessant hiss.

As much as that would have normally annoyed the hell out of him, Wesker was using the noise to distract him from the blood and the pain.

HISS

STEP

HISSSSS

STEP STEP

HISSS

CLINK

Wesker stopped in his tracks.

HISSSSS

CLINK

CLINK CLINK CLINK

"Oh shit!" Wesker said with all his energy as he tried to pick up the pace.

How could he have forgotten to find his gun before he started down the hallway, especially at the rate he was loosing blood? He was basically a walking buffet for any creature within a few hundred feet radius, and the red trail he left behind was a big arrow to where the food was. If he had the time to worry, he knew this would be a good place to start.

CLINK CLINK CLINK

Wesker tried as hard as he could to pick up the pace.

FIVE MINUTES UNTIL SELF-DESTRUCT SEQUENCE IS ACTIVATED

"Shit! I'm running out of time, I have to---EEEYYOOOW!" Wesker screamed as a piercing pain punctured his back and he collapsed face first to the floor.

"Fuck! Pincers!"

Wesker knew these creatures all too well; he had helped in their creation. He pulled himself to his feet to see he was now surrounded by about six Pincers, large, t-virus enhanced prang mantises, with extremely razor-sharp talons. This pipelined hallway was a perfect environment for them, simply because it gave them space to whip around from pipe to pipe. Wesker knew he was meeting a dead-end. There was no real way to try to outrun a Pincer and live to tell about it. If there was anything they were more then agile, it was deadly.

ONE MINUTE UNTIL SELF-DESTRUCT SEQUENCE IS ACTIVATED

"No! No! I will not be stopped! I cannot fail!" Wesker screamed as he exerted the very last bit of energy he had into a full-out run for the end of the hallway.

The hiss he had listened to before was lost amongst deafening screeches and an indeterminable about of clicking as the Pincers went into full attack. Wesker could feel the claws tearing through his flesh as he ran down the long hallway; he could feel the dizziness getting worse, and the shock setting in as blood poured from each and every wound.

"I didn't realize a person could bleed this much," he thought to himself in an attempt to ignore the pain.

THIRTY-SECONDS UNTIL SELF-DESTRUCT SQUENCE IS ACTIVATED

"Hmph!"

Wesker tripped over his own feet as a Pincer zipped in front of him, sending him to the ground.

"No, I'm so close!" He thought as the hungry creatures closed in.

TEN

NINE

EIGHT

"This can't end like this!" Wesker began to panic.

SEVEN

SIX

FIVE

FOUR

"Stay away from me you sons-of-bitches!" Wesker screamed as he tried to pull himself away from the enclosing monsters.

THREE

TWO

The Pincers finally lunged in for their dinner.

ONE

Wesker stopped screaming even though the Pincers began to tear him apart. He knew the pain would soon stop.

BOOM!

Umbrella, his job, the S.T.A.R.S, Richardson and Baker, the Spencer Estate, his outside buyer, his dream, his hard work, his genius, his paycheck, and ultimately his life all faded to black, and Albert Wesker was no more.