Resident Evil: The Final Chapter

Chapter 3: Infiltration of The White House, Pt.1

Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil, or the characters; besides any original characters and or creatures I may add into the story.

A/N: Events in this next chapter are totally made up. I do not know a thing about the White House, or if it has any sort of secret passages, etcetera. I'm only saying this for my safety. I don't want CIA/FBI/Secret Service coming to question me.

Now that that's cleared up, I would like to thank reviewers for reading and reviewing. And I would like to apologize for not updating, but like I explained, baseball has started, and school work, baseball practice, and games, do not leave a lot of time for typing.

Now, here's chapter 3! Enjoy.

"Scatter!" Chris' voice resonated through the quiet streets, immediately the group broke away from each other, handguns drawn. The moans of the undead nearly drained out the fire of nine-millimeter rounds and the powerful .356 rounds of Barry's Colt Python, as they found their homes in the decaying skin of the flesh eaters. One by one they fell, their bodies speckled with holes from the bullets.

The group all moved together, watching the group of slumped bodies carefully, a lake of blood started to spread out around the multiple bodies. As if the heavens were mourning the death of the ghastly creatures, rain started to pour heavily.

Billy exhaled, wiped sweat, despite the fact that the rainwater was washing most of it away, from his forehead with the back of his hand.

Damn! I thought this area was fairly unoccupied by them. That was what, Fifteen of them at once? That's more then I've seen the entire time I was here!

"We should keep moving, the handgun blasts was likely to attract a good bunch of the bastards." It was Barry's deep voice that broke Billy of his thoughts. What he said was nothing short of the truth, the zombies would be practically running to this spot in hopes of getting their hands on a big juicy piece of one of them.

Jill moved over too Barry, his massive, muscular, frame made her feel secure. Barry reached into one of six vest pockets, bringing out six bullets for his Colt and began reloading them, shortly after everyone else reloaded, dropping their empty magazines almost simultaneously and jamming new ones into the handguns, the group moved on, now more cautious then they had been at first.

Maybe they are hiding…Waiting… Jill shook her head, and holstered her handgun. Scary thought, scary thought, stop it Jill!

Jeff seemed to stare at the dancing flames of the candles since the group had left to take Ashley back to her father. Everyone in fact had been quiet. They hadn't had time too grieve their lost friends before. Now the grief was surfacing. The storm that had suddenly occurred shortly after the others left only added to the mood. Rain beat against the window, and the roof, somewhat soothing. But the thunder crackled, breaking the tranquil feel often.

Oh God, guys…Corey, Pete, Mike, Coach Morris. Jeff shook his head as he thought of his friends, now long gone. He could only hope they wouldn't turn into zombie feed. His eyes floated over toward Tara, her head was hung low, blonde hair draping over her head. Jeff could only frown, imagining the pain she must have felt for her friends' death. His emotions were no different.

Thank God our parents didn't come along…

Xavier got up, the only movement for a long time within the room, and picked up one of the candles set in a bowl-shaped brass object. He moved over too the door, his Timberland boots, untied, smacked the floor heavily as he walked across the carpeted floor.

Jeff shot him a curious look. Without having to ask anything, Xavier told him he was going to go find something to eat. Oddly Jeff hadn't noticed it before Xavier brought it up, but he was starving. Food wouldn't be a bad idea right now. He felt Tara's eyes set on him; he turned to meet her gaze. She was glaring scornfully at him.

Jeff shook his head and forced his eyes to fix on the floor. Why did that have to happen? God if only she'd give me a chance to explain. Jeff sighed. You never even tried explaining since that night! Jeff shifted uneasily as his conscious snapped at him. Maybe I should explain…It may not be the best timing but… Jeff raised his head back up, fixing his eyes on her form. For a moment he just gazed at her, thinking of what to say. Her blonde hair was now pulled back in a loose ponytail, tiny rivulets of tears and mascara, which had been lightly applied before the bus ride, ran down her soft features.

Don't waste time! Jeff shook his thoughts and walked over to where she was seated on the bed opposite from his.

She didn't turn to him, her gaze fixed on the candlelight, tears still swelled up in her eyes, and eventually rolled down her cheeks.

"Tara…What happened that night, I had no control over. Only a split second after Jess kissed me, you entered the room; I didn't have time to push her away. God, Tara, I love you; I would never cheat on you. You've got to believe me." Jeff took her hand in his own, squeezing lightly. Her gaze didn't falter, nor did her expressionless face. "Tara, please. I swear on my life, I would never cheat on you. I love you more then anything in this world. I'll get on my knees right now, and beg you to forgive me if that's what it takes to get you back." And Jeff meant it. Jeff stood up, moving directly in front of her.

The door opened, Jeff immediately turned to the door, and Tara tore her stare from the candlelight, and focused on the door. Jeff sighed in relief as Xavier entered, a box of crackers in his hand.

Xavier cocked an eyebrow at them. "Y'all look surprised too see me." He laughed and moved over to the other two, handing them both a pack of graham crackers. "Enjoy." He said with a cockeyed grin.

Jeff sat down on a nearby chair, and once again looked at Tara. Feeling downright rotten. He sighed, and opened the plastic pack.

Crash!

The three teens once again turned their gaze's toward the door. Something was downstairs, a horribly loud crash told them so.

"The door!" Jeff whispered.

Panic swept over Tara's features. Xavier and Jeff jumped up, and moved to a large antique dresser whose top nearly reached the ceiling. Both of them used all their strength to slide the dresser in front of the door, it was no less then eighty pounds. The two backed away from the dresser slowly, waiting for whatever was down there to make its way up the-

There was a crack of wood, very close, as something ripped through the door fiercely. Another crack, drowned out by thunder this time, and the dresser shook. A gurgling growl was heard on the other side of the door. They watched the dresser helplessly, for several agonizing minutes nothing stirred. The only sound was the storm outside.

"Maybe it's gone." Xavier suggested, moving toward the dresser.

Crunch!

In a splinter of wood, something long, and red smashed through the dresser, dripping with thick liquid that distinctly resembled saliva. The red object smashed into the small table where the candles were resting on, the table flipped over, the room cast into complete darkness. Lightning flashed, lighting the entire room, just in time to see the red object disappear back through the hole made through the dresser.

"Holy sh-"

Once again the red object created a new hole in the dresser, the tongue-like thing smacked Xavier in the chest, knocking him to the ground. Instantly the thing retreated back through the hole. Jeff looked to one of the two holes from a distance, hoping to get a glance at what was on the other side. Answering his wishes, lightning flashed, once again illuminating the entire room in white light. For a split second he could make out a mouthful of dangerously sharp teeth that glowed in the light on the other side. Before he could see anything else the light faded away.

Xavier scrambled to his feet, breathing deeply, whatever it him sure did a good job of knocking the breath out of him. He clutched his chest, taking a lungful of air.

"We need to get out of here!" Jeff felt slightly dumb for the blatancy of what he had just said. But it was true. That dresser would be nothing more then a pile of splinters if that thing kept- in a spray of wood splinters the rubbery red object smashed back through the dresser with no designated target and withdrew back onto the other side.

Jeff took heed of what Xavier had said and spun around. "Where do we go?"

"The window!" Tara was already moving over too the window as she spoke, opening the second story window she looked down, below was a dumpster, hopefully full of garbage bags full of pillows…

Jeff and Xavier scrambled over to the window, both looked down; it was a long way down but- another crack as the dresser was punctured by the tongue-like thing once again.

Xavier climbed up onto the windowsill, perched on it like some sort of bird; he gazed down, swallowed hard and fell forwards.

Another crack, this time the dresser wavered as a louder crack was heard. Then another, and the dresser toppled over, a four-legged creature standing atop of it. Despite their fear they had to look at it. It was humanoid, yet nothing close to being human. Its vital organs were exposed, like all skin had been torn off, exposing bone, organs, and muscle tissue. In place of fingers and toes were long talons that looked ready to tear them into bits. On it's ugly face it grinned a mouthful of teeth, a tongue slid out of its mouth ominously.

"Go!" Jeff yelled, ushering her quickly to the window. The thing growled, and slowly began walking forward, tongue retracting into its mouth…ready to strike again…

…Tara crawled onto the windowsill, and slipped out, Jeff's hand finding her wrist, gravity did its work and it felt like her shoulder had been pulled out of place. Jeff hung out the window, her body now suspended in mid-air to give her less of a fall. Then he let go suddenly, groaning at the same time, he released her hand and she fell down into the dumpster, missing Xavier by a few inches.

The thing screeched behind him, and suddenly he felt a great deal of weight push against him, at the same time something cut painfully through the skin on his back, he groaned in pain, and released her hand. Ignoring the throbbing pain he flung himself forward, and toppled out of the window, crashing into the dumpster below.

Xavier grabbed Jeff, pulling him up from the garbage. Tara had already climbed out of the dumpster by the time Xavier and Jeff climbed out. The three ran, god knows what that thing was capable of doing, and they didn't want to be around to find out.

The White House was dreadfully dark, dead silent. The group stood at the entrance of the West Wing, rainwater beating mercilessly on the group. It was decided that the smallest group would go with Leon to find the President in underground passages. Leon's group consisted of himself, Ashley, and Jill. The other group: Chris, Barry, Billy Claire, and Rebecca, were to check the upper levels.

With this decided, Barry moved forward, holstering his Colt Python, and kicked one of the double doors. It didn't budge. Barry crossed his arms, pondering how to get the door open. He glanced at Billy, who was just as big as Barry, both of them tall and muscle bound. "Billy, give me a hand here. On three we'll ram the door, okay?" Billy nodded, holstering his handgun he moved to Barry's side, about ten feet from the door. "One…Two…Three!" Both of them ran forward, smashing their largely framed bodies against one of the wooden doors, still it didn't budge.

Just hope that the Secret Service isn't going to waste us the minute we get in there. Billy thought as he rubbed his shoulder. "It looks like that's not going to work."

Barry had already thought up a plan to open the door by the time Billy made his blatant remark. It was simple enough; blow it apart. The ex-S.T.A.R.S. raised his revolver, aiming carefully. The wrong move could result in a ricochet, and could easily kill someone. With one hand he motioned for everyone to move back, they took heed of his warning and he returned his hand to the handle of the gun. Several more moments passed of careful aiming, the accuracy had to be exact, he didn't want anyone killed or injured.

Crack!

The boom of thunder was unexpected, and seemed unusually loud, making Barry jump, firing at the same time. The powerful round smashing into the door in a spray of splintered wood. Everyone shielded their eyes with his or her forearm, even though the splinters had stopped flying by the time they did so.

Barry breathed a sigh of relief, lucky no one had gotten hurt. A mistake like that could cost them dearly.

The door creaked open slowly; the group was reluctant to hurry inside, out of the cold night and the icy rain.

The corridor was long and dark. A single door was at their left. Up ahead the hallway turned into a much larger room. Chris broke away from the group, going through the one single door, the rest of the group headed into the large room up ahead. The room was nothing short of elegant, the floors were gold-tiled, the walls painted a creamy-gold. A few potted plants lay here and there, decorating the room. Toward the other end of the room was a lengthy desk, a few chairs set behind them. Two exits were on either sides of the room. This was the Lobby.

After deciding to meet back here in thirty minutes, Leon, Ashley, and Jill moved to the door at the West side of the room, disappearing in the darkness on the other side. Claire and Rebecca headed to the door on the East side, and Barry and Billy stayed in the Lobby to explore the area.

The first place they checked was the desk at the far end of the room. There were no signs of struggle, no blood, only a lot of upturned chairs as if someone left in a hurry. The room was pretty much empty.

Billy leaned on the long desk, crossing his arms over his chest he looked at the older man that was still walking about when he sighed, and shrugged. "I guess we won't find anything in here. Let's keep moving. I'll take the East door. You take the West." Barry pulled out the Colt and moved to the East Door without looking to Billy for any form of confirmation.

Chris shut the door behind him that led to the entrance hallway; he listened carefully for any movement. Besides the footsteps of his partners moving behind the door, everything was silent. He scanned the area carefully, squinting through the darkness. Just a few steps to his left was a set of stairs that led up to the second floor. Deciding to check everything else before heading up, he moved further down the hallway. At the end of the hallway was a large window; a red substance stained the otherwise clean window. To his left was a door; to his right was another corridor.

He decided to take the door. Using his forearm to open it, he peered into the room; luckily a small table lamp partially lit the room. He moved into the room, he raised his handgun as he walked into the partially lit room, his eyes taking a moment to adjust. The room was large, rectangle shaped, about the length of the hallway he was just in. It was maybe a office for someone in the White House. There was a desk just a few steps from the door where the table lamp sat. The desk was scattered with papers, a few bloody prints on the papers. There was also a computer; the screen saver had been activated. Chris moved around the desk, peering at the shadows at the opposite side of the room for a few minutes, looking for movement, before sitting at the desk.

Chris clicked the mouse; the screensaver disappeared, revealing a list of words. At the very top of the page was the words FLOOR PLANS. He scrolled down the page, a line of folders labeled; First Floor: West, Second Floor: West, First Floor: East, Second Floor: East, and Basement.

Chris opened the folder labeled First Floor: West, presuming that it meant the first floor plans for the West Wing of the White House. The screen flashed, and then displayed the floor plans for the entire first floor of the west wing. Chris grinned, quickly found the print button and clicked it. Something beeped at the back of the room. He looked past the computer, a red light was flashing in the shadows, and his doubts that that wasn't the printing machine were washed away as he heard the printing machine turn on, the sound of it printing was clear.

Chris laid the handgun down on the desk, the casters of the computer desk chair rolling smoothly across the carpeted floor as he pushed the chair back. He moved toward the back of the room, groping in the shadows to find the machine. His gloved hand brushed across something, his exposed fingers brushing over something that felt damp and cold. He felt it again blindly, his hand slid across whatever it was, it was smooth, round, his hand moved down the object, feeling distinctly like someone's-It moaned- Chris withdrew his hand, and stumbled backwards in surprise, falling onto his rear as he watched the zombie rise to its feet from the shadows in sheer terror.

Claire moved through the darkness carefully, trailing just behind Rebecca. The East door of the Lobby opened into a corridor, a few steps too their right was a set of stairs; she looked just in time to see Chris disappear into a door further down the hall. The corridor extended to the right and left, the left end of the corridor was veiled in darkness, no end in sight. It seemed that Chris had the right end covered. With a quick motion of her hand, Claire indicated that she'd take the stairs.

Rebecca nodded solemnly, and the two young females split up, both moving inaudibly to their separate destinations, Claire taking the second floor, Rebecca taking the left end of the hallway. Holding her Berretta close, Rebecca inched her way down the dark hallway, staying alert of her surroundings.

Dark hallway…no lights…carpeted floors…I would never hear them coming. They'd sneak up on me and-

Crack!

The sudden explosion of thunder startled her, her breath literally ripped from her lungs, her heart thumping rapidly.

Gotta' stay alert, gotta' be ready…Rebecca sighed, and shuffled toward the nearest wall. …Can't afford to mess up…There's no time…I'm such a dumb- Rebecca yelped, cold steel meeting with her lower back through her thin mesh-like shirt, sending chills up her spine.

She turned around; realizing that what was touching her was a doorknob. Practically invisible from far away.

The White House doesn't have electricity? That's…unexpected. Rebecca turned the doorknob slowly and slid into the room, closing the door gently behind her. The door opened into a unexpectedly small room lit by a single iridescent ceiling lamp. The room had nothing but an antique table pushed off to the left side of the room, and a single door opposite the table.

Rebecca checked her Beretta and grabbed the doorknob. Once again, it was cold in the unheated building. Taking a deep breath she creaked the door open, and then farther open until she could slip in. Closing the door behind her soundlessly, she holstered her nine-millimeter and moved into the first fully lit room. It was a large office, four desks, in two rows of two, was positioned neatly. Each desk was well kept; the few piles of paper on the desks were neat and organized, as were the penholders beside the black Dell computers that sat on each desk. The room was lit by three rows of fluorescent lights, a single ventilation shaft hung over a desk at the far right side of the room. The desk under it was slightly messy, most noticeable was the fact that the chair was overturned, and a folder lie open on the desk; it looked as if someone had pulled something from the folder and left quickly.

Instinct told her to check that desk first, and that's exactly what she did. She skimmed through each paper, nothing but a few floor plans (which she pocketed), and a few papers about heating systems, plumbing, and such. Sighing, Rebecca laid the brown folder down. Something flashed in front of her. Her eyes quickly located the source, a computer. Somehow it hadn't caught her eye when she first came through. Rebecca moved over to the computer, a blue screen shown with a gray rectangular box in the middle, it said: Enter User Name and Password.

Rebecca bit her lower lip and crossed her arms, pondering how she could get into the computer. A computer…linked to the White House…Who would pass this chance up? Deciding that she'd give it a try she began searching the desk for some sort of clues as to what the password and username may be. It was possible that whoever sat at this desk had written their username and password down in case they happened to forget it, at least the password anyways. After several minutes of searching she came up only with a small notepad, and a notebook, with the word Journal written on its cover. First she skimmed the notepad, since there was a lot less writing on it.

Count backwards from 10 to 8 add numbers counted, subtract 2, multiply 5, and divide 2, add 20.

Rebecca flipped the page of the notepad.

First President first, second President last second.

Rebecca bit her bottom lip once more, was this some sort of puzzle? Nothing else was on the notepad. Rebecca flipped back to the first page and gazed at the first puzzle. Mathematics? A grin spread across her face, piece of cake. Rebecca grabbed a pen from the penholder and sat down. Count backwards from ten to eight? Add numbers counted? It didn't take her long to figure it out. It meant, count backwards from ten to eight, and then add how many numbers she counted to get to eight. Simple enough. Rebecca thought as she jotted down the number ten, eight plus two equaled ten.

Subtract two…this is so simple! Rebecca wrote the number eight on the notepad. Multiply by five…forty. Once again she wrote down the number. Divide by two, easy, twenty! Now add twenty, back up to forty. Forty must be the password or the username.

The young female flipped the page, and fixed her eyes on the next riddle thoughtfully. First President first, second President last second? What the hell? Does this person have some kind of speech impairment? Rebecca tapped the pen on the notepad. First President, that's easy, George Washington. Second President was John Adams. What's the rest of it mean? First President first, second president last second? Maybe it's George Washington John Adams?

Deciding to give it a try, Rebecca typed in George Washington John Adams as the Username, and forty as the password. It failed. She tried it the other way around and once again it failed. She typed the number forty, as opposed to the word, another failure.

First President First, Second President last second? First President first name? George? Second President last second? Maybe it means the second President as the second part of the password or username, and his last name only. George Adams.

Rebecca typed in George Adams, as the username, and forty as the password. A message appeared on the screen.

Correct Username, Invalid Password. Two attempts left before automatic shutdown. Login will not be attainable for twenty-four hours after second attempt.

Rebecca glared at the screen, grimacing. I didn't do the math wrong…no way. She flipped the page back over, and glanced at the numbers she jotted down, all in order. 10, 8, 40, 20, 40. Maybe that's the password…Lets try.

Rebecca typed in George Adams as the username, and 108402040 as the password. A musical chime sounded, and the screen went black, a bar appeared at the bottom of the screen, slowly it began to fill, a percentage and 'Now Loading' message appeared above and below the thin bar. Gradually an object began forming on the screen, first an triangular red shape, then a triangular white shape next to it, then another red triangle, each side by side.

Rebecca felt her heart skip a beat, and she clutched her chest. "Oh my God…" She whispered as she gazed at the screen. Eventually a red and white umbrella formed on the screen, slowly rotating as the bar filled up. The fluorescent lights flickered twice before all three rows died off, pitching the room into darkness. The only light was a red glow that radiated off the Umbrella Corporation logo that spun slowly, almost menacingly, on the computer screen.

Rebecca stood up, letting the chair roll backwards from under her legs as she did so. It seemed like she couldn't catch her breath…How…how was the only thing her brain was processing, although it was cluttered with questions. "I have to tell the others!" Even as the thought passed through her mind, there was a crash behind her. She spun around, nine-millimeter Berretta already in hand. What she saw was a grotesque creature. About three feet tall, a primate-like face, but with burning red eyes and a snake-like tongue that hung from it's jaws lined with razor sharp fangs, thick saliva rolling off of the dark red object, the thing had fur much like a monkey, but it was stained, and stuck together with blood, it's right hand was dominated by a single talon, about the size of a ruler, it's tail was extraordinarily long, and it's muscle build was unnatural.

What is that? Rebecca's mind was filled with horrible images, images of the Tyrant creature at the Spencer Estate, the Hunter creatures, the Leech Creatures, the zombies, the dogs, the crazed monkeys- her mind interrupted her, it screamed at her to run, whatever this thing was, it wouldn't be wise to stick around to see what it could do. It screeched, a foamy liquid formed on its jaws, the ruby red eyes fixed on her, once again it screeched, exposing impossibly large fangs, it's forked tongue shot out, and to her surprise it stretched, and smashed into the desk beside her. The tongue recoiled, and she didn't waste any time on getting the hell out. Rebecca grabbed the journal, and jumped over the desk, stumbling to the door, and closed it behind her, she didn't stop there. She charged out of the next door, and ran into a large form. Both toppled to the ground, whatever she ran into wrapped its large arms around her, she squirmed, kicked, and yelled, but to no avail, her captor didn't release its grip.

The blast was loud, and somewhat relieving as the foul creature toppled backwards, a clean shot in the middle of it's forehead oozed blood as it fell down, and slowly a pool of blood formed around it's decaying body.

Chris sighed in relief and sat on the edge of the desk, shoulders slumped. Close call. Got Lucky. I need to stay more aware of my surroundings. Chris pushed off the table and stepped over the corpse, retrieved the papers, folded them, and stuffed them into his pant's pocket. Closing the door behind him, Chris moved down the hall, careful not to stumble upon anymore of those…things…

Up ahead was a form in the shadows, moving past the stairs and further into the shadows of the hall. Then suddenly an unseen door opened up with a crash, and another figure rammed into the other mysterious person.

Two large metal doors, that now replaced the usual oak double doors of the Oval Office, slid open, a chime sounded as it did so. Ashley was breathless; she never knew that these were here. The young teen inched into the room, holding her mini-skirt as a chilling, moist, wind blew through the room. Top-secret documents, and other papers swirled about the room freely in the breeze that blew through a shattered window toward the back of the room, behind the President's desk. Unexpectedly tears began forming in her eyes, the thought that her father may be dead crossed her mind. Ashley wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand, and ran the other through her blonde hair.

Another form came up beside her, a reassuring hand rested on the teenagers shoulder. It was Jill Valentine. She seemed like a relatively nice, watchful, person. At the same time she carried an aura of professionalism, a feeling that she knew what she was doing.

Jill felt a somewhat interest in the young girl Ashley. She probably had a good life ahead of her. Being the President's daughter, and being as attractive as she was, she was sure to score big time later in life.

Leon joined them, pocketing a keycard he had inserted into an unknown keycard reader behind a portrait of a late President, as he did so. "I need you two to keep guard, watch the doors." Leon said, playing the role of commander for now. Leon turned to Ashley. "I'll work on getting us to your dad."

Ashley and Jill nodded; both of them edged back toward the two sliding metal doors, still open, and peered out in the dark hallways.

Meanwhile Leon had moved over too the President's desk, kneeling down to the front of it he observed the Presidential Seal on the front. If one would look closely, like he was doing now, they would notice that the Seal was divided into multiple squared pieces. The most noticeable thing was that the bottom left corner was missing. Leon frowned.

"This is how we get into the underground passages." Leon said, motioning for the two females to move over to him. They did so, and knelt down next to him, Jill shined a flashlight on the Presidential Seal. "A switch lowers from a secret compartment under the desk once all of the pieces are in place." Leon felt along the edge of the desk's underneath. "There isn't one, because a piece is missing. But that's not the weird thing. The weird thing is, once the pieces are in place, and someone activates that switch, the desk lowers into the floor, reveals a stairway, another switch down in the secret corridor makes the desk raise again. Once it rises, the Seal automatically rearranges itself, don't ask I don't know how it works either, so that no one else can get in there until they rearrange the crest correctly and flip the switch. If the Presidents down there, then the Seal would be rearranged again."

Ashley poked at the Presidential Seal. "So what's that mean?"

"It mean's someone removed the piece, and rearranged the Seal." Leon replied. "Someone is toying with us."

Boom!

The unexpected blast of a powerful gun made them jump, causing Ashley to topple backwards, and the other two to spring to their feet, handguns drawn. The blast was familiar, the same sound that exploded from Barry's gun when he blasted the door to gain entrance to the West Wing.

"Barry!" Jill rushed out the door, hoping to God that nothing had happened to her friend.

Leon quickly helped Ashley up, and they ran after Jill.

"Rebecca!" Barry's grip didn't loosen as the young girl stopped squirming in his muscular arms.

"Barry, something's in there! It's a monster!" Her voice was quick, worried, her breathing, raspy. Barry let her go and the two crawled to their feet, both aiming their weapons into the next room, the door wide open. "God, Barry, kill it!"

"Where is it?" Barry asked frantically. From her worried tone, he was starting to feel a bit shaky. From the corner of his eye he saw Chris running toward them, handgun drawn, his identity given by a flash of lightning.

"What happened-"

CRASH!

Rebecca tensed as the door in the next room collapsed to the floor, perched upon it was the primate-like creature, right hand raised in the air, the impossibly long talon glimmered in the flickering lights. It screeched, saliva leaked from it's jaws, giving it the look of some rabid animal.

Rebecca fired, five shots in all, two went wild, hitting the wall behind the creature, the other three found their spots in the creatures' leg, chest, and shoulder of the arm donning the talon. It screeched in primal fury, and crouched, right arm held behind it's back, then it sprang forward. She had no time to react; its speed was absolutely inevitable. It was going to stick that claw into her, then start tearing- the door slammed shut, and the large claw tore through the door, recoiling quickly.

It was Barry who slammed the door shut; Rebecca kept her gun trained on the door. Barry stepped back, and joined Rebecca by the wall opposite the door, and Chris who had just joined them. "It's not dead. Be ready." Barry whispered, Colt aimed at the door.

Chris observed the precaution, and withdrew his Beretta. Several agonizing moment's passed.

"Maybe…maybe it's gone? Gave up?" Rebecca suggested, she lowered her handgun, Chris and Barry too. Abrubtly the door flew open, nearly braking off the hinges as it swung open, and the form of the creature sprung out, and onto Barry, the thing forced him to fall down. One of the creatures hand grasped the shirt of Barry. The monkey-like thing raised it's clawed hand, screeched, proclaiming it's victory- BOOM!

A single round exploded into the thing's abdomen, forcing it airborne, and landing with a thud a few feet away, a gaping hole in the things torso. It let out another screech, raising it's clawed arm slowly, and then went motionless, a lake of blood spreading out around it.

Chris helped the larger man up; Rebecca retreated to they're side, not wanting anything to do with the animal. Chris holstered his Beretta, while Rebecca kept hers at the ready, feeling a bit more comfortable holding the weapon.

The group all heard the footsteps further up the corridor. Running toward them was three forms. A flash of lightning revealed their identities to be Jill, Leon, and Ashley. They all breathed a sigh of relief, holstered their weapons, and moved into a circle around the dead animal.

"What happened?" Leon asked, looking down at the dead creature.

"It attacked us." Barry replied simply. He moved closer, kneeling down next to the creature. "Umbrella, no doubt."

"Oh!" Rebecca moved further into the circle. "I found a computer in the room right there," Rebecca motioned toward the door she came through, "On the screen, after I solved a puzzle to get into the computer, the Logo of Umbrella popped up on it…I think somehow, Umbrella is tied with the White House…"

Everyone looked quite puzzled. Umbrella, linked with the White House? It was the United States Government that shut them down for Christ's sake! It wasn't possible. No way.

I never knew anything about Umbrella having ties with- Ashley's thoughts were cut short by another voice.

"She's right. Umbrella is tied to the White House. Actually…Mr. Graham is a head Umbrella Scientist, just under another name. I found a few things that are…noteworthy." The voice belonged to Billy Coen, who was moving toward the group slowly, removing a paper from a brown folder. "This here document, I found the most interesting, listen up:

" 'January 10th, 2000. With President Graham just recently taking office, we've decided too begin work on the secret passageways that will lead to the Testing Laboratories. We expect the renovation of the labs, and secret passageways, to be complete within a few years. We expect also, that experiments will run smoothly without any interference, like past incidents, since we now have total control over the United States. Mr. Graham will do well to make sure nothing leaks, after all, he is one of Umbrella's most trusted, and valuable, scientists.'"

Billy stuffed the paper back into the folder. "From what I've read, 'President Graham', set up the entire kidnapping thing, and sent Leon, hoping that he wouldn't make it back.It, evidently, was too risky to have someone like Leon have ties to the Government, which Umbrella practically controls now. That's why the army wasn't sent in to control the situation. The Los Illuminados apparently have something to do with Umbrella; I saw their names in the document plenty of times. It says something about a new virus has been developing, slowly but surely. This new virus is supposed to make zombies intelligent. Much like you witnessed in Europe, Leon."

Leon shifted his weight, keeping his eyes fixed on Billy."So…what exactly are you saying?"

Billy combed his fingers through his black hair and sighed. "I'm saying that the White House is the main Umbrella Laboratory in the world. I'm saying that the entire United States government is made up of Umbrella employees. I'm saying that Umbrella was closed…but apparently someone is planning something bigger. I'm saying that this 'accidental spill' wasn't an accident this time. Oh no. That's way off. Whatever happens this time is for pure revenge. What we see now, is just a small taste of what is about to happen. Rebecca told me herself that the entire east coast could be infected, maybe right now the infection isn't large, but it's growing. And from what I've read, someone is planning something much bigger."

The room was relatively quiet; the only light was that of a few computer monitors, each one changed on a ten second timer, switching from one hideous abomination to the next. The Hunters, the Zombies, the Crimson Heads, the 'Los Illuminados', the Tyrants, the mutant dogs, infected monkeys, birds, apes…

A chuckle came from a person sitting before the screens, behind dark aviator sunglasses, his eyes were sparkling intensely at what he saw before him. The horrible mutant creatures, all victims of the horrible T-Virus that pumped through his veins, making him incredibly strong, incredibly intelligent, athletic, and quick, heightened reflexes, heightened awareness, heightened senses. The man ran a gloved hand through his blonde hair, a grin spreading across his face.

"Sir," A voice came from the other side of the door, "They've entered the White House sir. Shall I?"

The man stood up, and laughed. "Ah…have they? Wonderful."

"Sir?"

"Oh, yes. Yes. Send them. I want them dead. Send everything. If they manage to get past them, capture them, and bring them here. They shall witness the affects of the T-Virus first hand…"

"Yes, right away sir."

As the footsteps died away, the blonde haired male walked back to the computer screens. "Yes…send them all…I want them crushed. Because no-one…interferes with Albert Wesker's agenda."

A/N: Alrighty, there was chapter 3. I hope you guys enjoyed it. I tried to put as much action into it as possible. The next chapter should be a little more fun, I don't know if anyone sees the plot developing or not but I think it'll fit together quite well.

This chapter may not seem all that good, I don't know, you decide.

Alright so, nothing else left to do but to…review! Let's go for an all time high, eh?

P.S: I am working on a Final Fantasy IX Fic currently, my last attempt failed horribly, I just hope that this one does A LOT better.

Peace.