Resident Evil: The Final Chapter
Chapter 5: The Kraken Series
A/N: Yeah, I haven't been updating much, but you must bear with me, I've been busy at school, and not only that, but for a week or so, my computer has been messed up, not allowing me to work on my fics. But it's summer vacation, so expect me to update a tad bit more now, I hope at least twice a week, I'll try my besy. Well anyways, I just hope that this chapter makes up for the last one, seeing as how the other one only got ONE REVIEW! Erm…Ahem… . ; Yeah so I just hope this one does good, enjoy. And please review!
A/N#2: This chapter was hard to type, so alot of it probably seems stressed. Sorry.
WARNING: Super long chapter! 7000+ words .
As the group moved exited the T-Shaped room, they found themselves in another T-shaped room. A single door was located just halfway down the hall to their left. The air was still, and had an acrid odor lingering throughout the hall. The fluorescents overhead, unlike the last few rooms, was sputtering considerably, threatening to burn out at any minute. Besides that, the room was fairly plain, and showed no sign of struggle, no shell casings, nothing but that sickly odor of rot.
The group moved forward, Billy leading, Rebecca and Jill behind him with Barry taking up the end. Billy kept an ungloved hand over his mouth and nostrils, like the others, trying his best to block out the bitter stench. In his other hand, his right single-handcuffed hand, he held the Beretta in front of him.
"We should split up, it'll cover more ground quicker." Barry said as they reached the single door mid-corridor. "I'm sure each of us are capable of protecting ourselves."
Everyone halted, and turned too the aging man. He stood by the door; as if he claimed this room as his if they were to split up.
"That's true. But it's dangerous." Rebecca said. "You never know what's down here."
Billy nodded. "But we haven't ran into anything thus far. So I really don't think we have anything to worry about. I think that everyone evacuated already. Seeing as we only found a few zombies upstairs."
And a monkey-Licker crossover…not to mention Claire's killer. Rebecca thought as the group remained in a thoughtful state.
Jill crossed her arms over her chest. "We should take a vote." She said finally. "If we don't all agree on splitting up, we stay together. We're a team, we act as a team."
Barry was the first to speak. "I say we split up, it was my idea in the first place." Barry placed his hand in the middle of the group.
"I agree with the old man, it can't be all that dangerous down here. Let's do it." Billy stated, placing his naked hand upon Barry's gloved hand.
Rebecca too placed her hand in the middle, atop Billy's. "If Billy goes, I go."
Everyone turned their gazes too Jill. "What about you?" Barry asked. "What do you say?"
Jill moved in closer to the group and frowned. "No way…" Her voice trailed off, a hint of worry in it. Their gazes did not falter. "…Am I going to be the only one to say no. Let's do it."
Barry grinned. "Alright, then it's settled. I'll take this here door."
"I'll take the door on the right up ahead." Billy stated.
"And Rebecca and I will take the door on the left at the end of the hall." Jill put an arm around Rebecca's shoulders.
Barry nodded his head. "Make sure you give each room a thorough search, leave no stone unturned. We'll regroup at the Marina."
Upon leaving the T-Shaped hallway, and any worries of Kainite following them fading, the group began their search. After closing the door of the T-shaped hallway, the group found that the next corridor was riddled with doors, and corpses of dead scientists. Each one was mutilated beyond imagination, their skin had been torn violently, revealing shiny gray bone, and red muscle tissue that glistened in the dim light provided by weak fluorescents above their heads.
But the group moved on, trying not to think too much about the mutilated bodies of the scientists. There were two sliding metal doors down the hall, and yet another corner that lead to a much longer corridor. The floors were made of metal mesh, with various pipes that ran along underneath the metal-grate floors.
"You guy's go ahead, I'll check out these two doors." Chris stated as they approached the twin metal doors.
Leon stopped and turned toward him. "You sure?"
Chris waved a hand. "Yeah, go on ahead. I'll be fine."
Leon nodded his head. "Alright, be safe then." Leon removed a combat knife from his left thigh sheath. "I'll use this to leave an engraving on the wall, or door of rooms that we've checked."
Chris nodded his head back and moved into one of the sliding doors while the rest of the group moved on.
Barry sighed inwardly. He hadn't found much in the first office, and the door across from the entrance lead to a dead end, there was a barricade made of metal crates, shelves, and other miscellaneous objects, blocking the way. So he walked back into the office, where he sat for a moment, just thinking…
He allowed his eyes to wander about the ransacked room, which he had raided, as he thought about what they might uncover. Was the President still down here? Was Ashley on their side? So many questions, but no answers to any of them-
Crash!
Barry jumped off of the desk, and spun around with his Colt Python in hand. The crash came from the barricaded corridor… Did someone break down the barricade? Or was it 'something'? Barry inched toward the wooden door, allowing the barrel of the Revolver to guide him. Once he reached the door, he stopped to listen, but there was nothing to hear.
The red-bearded man creaked the door open ajar, and backed up, and with one stiff kick, the door flew open, the barrel of the gun inside the room before himself.
Inside the corridor there was nothing but the objects that had been used too create the barricade, now strewn about the dimly lit corridor. Barry moved carefully over the debris, and down the dark corridor where he could see a door. As he reached the door, he heard a sound. It sounded like someone breathing, and quite hoarsely at that. A chill ran down his spine, the breathing was haunting, disturbing.
Ashley kept close too Leon as they entered on of two visible doors in the dreadfully long corridor. Even though she had a handgun, protection, too she still felt insecure. Besides…when was the last time she fired a gun? Let alone fired a gun at a person?
Tara was the last to enter the room, and she closed it slid closed silently behind her. As she entered the next corridor, she nearly had a heart attack as the boom of Leon's handgun echoed throughout the metal-walled and metal-floored hallway, she did however, shriek.
Leon lowered his gun, and looked over his shoulder at the group as the decaying body of a zombie crumpled to the floor, blood pouring out of its forehead. The zombie was dreadfully pale; its jaw hanging by a few stringy pieces of flesh, blotches of silvery-gray bone showing through its decaying skin of its baldhead.
"Let's keep moving, try not to get sick." Leon moved past the body of the zombie, the group followed close behind, careful not to step on pieces of skull, and skin that had been scattered about by the nine-millimeter bullet.
At the end of the corridor there were large metal doors with an Umbrella Insignia printed on the doors. Beside the door was a control panel, riddled with many different devices. There were three altogether; a keycard reader; a nine, numbered key panel; and a glowing blue screen. Conveniently for them, a keycard was already inserted. Next to it was the keypad in which a label read: Enter Employee Identification Number.
Leon removed the keycard, and thankfully, there was a six-digit number printed under the picture of a Hispanic male. Leon typed in the numbers on the card, 655678, and there was a chime. Simultaneously, green letters appeared on the luminous blue screen that read: Place Hand Of An Additional Employee Here.
"There must be something really important in there. They sure are doing their damnest to keep people out." Xavier commented as he watched Leon mess with the control panel devices. "What are we going to do?" Xavier asked, frowning.
Leon turned around. "Get a hand."
Jeff looked at him curiously. "Get a hand?"
Leon walked over to the dead zombie he'd shot.
"Oh no." Ashley mumbled.
Leon grimaced as he grabbed the sleeve of the zombie, and began dragging the corpse over toward the door, a trail of dark liquid following the corpse as it drained from the zombies head. When he approached the door, Leon placed the cold hand of the zombie on the panel, and hoping against hope that its hand hadn't decayed too much- and there was a hissing sound.
Jeff turned too watch Leon place the zombies' hand on the panel, and heard the sound of air coming from the corners of the door. The large red and white emblem rotated, and then the doors slid open slowly. He was surprised too see that the doors were about six inches thick, solid steel. But he was even more surprised too see what was inside of the room.
There were about twenty capsules lining the far wall of the room. Each capsule full of a green liquid, and a humanoid creature floated inside of each. The creatures each resembled a man, but larger…much larger. Each stood between seven feet, and nine feet tall. The creatures were muscular, wide shouldered, long legs. From their current position, they couldn't get a close look at the creatures. They moved into the room.
The doors slid closed behind them, and they found that every inch of the wall, except for an area where many monitors were set up on a desk, monitoring heartbeats, brainwaves, etcetera. There must have been at least forty of the creatures inside the room, and all of them looked very much alike. Tall, wide, muscular, sinister in every way. A closer look revealed many surgical scars upon their bodies. It was like each creature, monster, was patched together. Surgical staples, and stitches covered at least half of each of the bodies. Their eyes, if they still had both, were closed in a dreamless slumber…and when they awakened…
All but Leon was staring at the nightmarish creatures in disbelief. Leon was looking at the control panel upon the desk, riddled with wires and monitors. There were multiple metal nameplates; each one marked with the word Nemesis, along with a number following each word. Beside each nameplate was a total of three buttons. The first buttons were marked: B2, while the second was marked: B3, and the last marked: B4. This floor was B1.
"I guess we should move on." Leon announced. "Not much more to see here." Deciding not too press any buttons, or investigate further, Leon moved toward the large metal doors where he waited for the group.
Billy already had to waste three bullets on his short journey so far, not good, he was on his last clip, as was everyone else…one bullet could be very vital. The door he entered, down the second T-shaped hall from the door Rebecca and Jill disappeared into, opened up into a short passage that lead too a set of metal stairs that went up too a area packed with vending machines…and two zombies.
He shot three times, a shot going wild, the other two hitting home in the decaying foreheads of two of the zombies. There was another set of stairs that lead down to a lower level of the eating area, where he was walking now, handgun leading him down the metal stairs, careful not to be too loud.
As he reached the lower level, he was relieved to not see any zombies walking about, but there were a few scattered bodies throughout the lower level of the cafeteria. Whatever had come through, it came through with a vengeance. Many bodies were missing limbs, their bodies completely mutilated, organs hanging out of gaping holes in their torsos.
Billy moved on, moving past the bodies, the stench was dreadful but he ignored it, keeping focused and moved too the door across from the stairs. He hesitated at first, but turned the knob slowly, the door opening ajar. Just as he started to open the door a bit more, it creaked, and there was a noise behind him…a moan. Billy spun around, handgun ready, and nearly barfed at the sight of an armless zombie that stood up. Rubbery, pink, rope-like intestines hanging past its knees, it's nose gone, maggots crawling out of the empty space.
Not long after the maggot-infested zombie stood up, the others began moving; at least ten in all. Ten bullet's left…ten zombies…the odds?
Billy slammed the door shut behind him and breathed heavily, slumping against it. Close call. Be more- The door rattled behind him, threatening too burst open at any time.
Son of a bi-
RRAGH!
Billy froze, muscles tensing, sweat forming quickly and falling down his face, heart pounding, and it roared again. He suddenly realized that there was only one light in the corridor, halfway down the hall; it lit only a small bit of the passage. Billy raised his gun, whatever it was… Forget what it is, keep watching for it!
Another roar, and then there was heavy thud's, something huge was running, and then he saw a flash of red skin up ahead where the corridor was lit, and he fired randomly. Each shot was rewarded with a thud-noise, bullets hitting something meaty. Then the click of the empty gun and the thud's of whatever was coming were getting closer.
I'm dead. Billy thought, and he dropped the gun, and squeezed his eyes shut, his thoughts racing. Nothing to do, he was as good as dead. Shit! It can't end like this. I never got to tell-
Rat-atat-atat
The rattle of automatic fire broke his thoughts, muting all other noises out. Billy immediately ducked as the clatter of an automatic weapon continued. And then it stopped, and there was a final gasping growl of whatever creature was going to kill Billy, and then the thud of the things body falling to the floor…
Billy looked up, but he couldn't see anything. "Who's there?"
RRAGH!
He heard the deadly creature's roar from a room away. He had scared it away with a Flash Grenade, actually his last one, a few minutes ago and the creature tore through the door and ran away. He had to kill it, it killed all of them. He couldn't risk finding it again. The creature had run off toward the cafeteria. His name was Gregory Stile.
Greg, as he liked to be called, burst through the door that led to the hallway, which led to the Cafeteria. He heard the pounding footsteps up ahead as he took a quick right through the darkness. Luckily, there were a few fluorescent lights that provided just enough light for him to see where he was running. As he was running he heard gunshots up ahead. A survivor?
Greg hurriedly grabbed the M4A1 by the handle, and removed it from his shoulder, readying to open fire when he had too. Yes, he would have to. If there was a survivor, it just added more reason to kill this creature. Maybe the survivor could help-
Greg halted; the creature was in view now, the gunshots ended. Greg had to hurry. He quickly raised the automatic firearm, and looked through a night vision scope with one eye. He saw the creature through the scope, and pulled the trigger, a spray of bullets erupting from the barrel of the rifle. The creature continued to run at full speed as the bullets hammered into its thick-skinned body. It was getting close to the survivor, who was trapped against the door. The bullets continued to spill out, and then finally the creature halted and let out a final, spine-chilling growl before falling just a few feet from the survivor.
"Who's there?" The survivor yelled from the other end of the corridor. He couldn't be seen through the darkness.
Greg ejected the magazine and inserted another one into the M4A1 Assault Rifle. "My name is Greg."
The door rattled.
Billy had forgotten about the zombies who were desperately pushing on the door behind him. "There's about a dozen of those bastards behind this door!" Billy yelled to his invisible savior.
"Alright! Hold on!" Greg yelled back. There were a few ruffling noises, and then there was a bright explosion of reddish-pink light, a flare. Apparently Greg was holding it, illuminating the area as it brightened. Greg then thrust the flare down the hall, providing just enough light for Billy to see where he was running. "Come on!"
Billy didn't have to be told twice and he pushed away from the door, bending down to pick up his discarded nine-millimeter handgun as he ran forward, leaping over a large limb of the fallen creature destroyed by 'Greg'. Even as he leaped over the carcass of the creature, the door flew open and the zombies seemingly scurried into the hallway. Billy glanced back to see the zombies stepping over the dead creature, which he didn't bother to get a good look at. They were actually running. Billy could see the flare up ahead, meaning he was about halfway down the hall. As he passed the bright flare he heard an impossible noise. The roar of the thought-to-be-dead creature.
"Oh shit!" Billy yelled as he dashed down the hall.
"Get down, NOW!" Greg yelled up ahead. Billy immediately dropped to the ground, and once again the clatter of automatic fire filled the corridor in a deafening blast. The bullets made their places in the decaying bodies of the flesh-eaters, ribbons of crimson blood flowing out of their bodies as they fell one by one, only to rise to their feet again. Behind them, the creature was struggling to stand. It was tall, at least a foot larger then Billy, and Billy was about six foot two. The creature's skin was nothing but exposed red muscle tissue. It had no nose, but only a gaping hole. Its eyes were red in the crimson light of the flare, staring dangerously at Billy and Greg. The crimson light made it's fangs glimmer as it roared, and began running toward them, long muscular arms knocking decaying bodies out of it's way as it ran toward Greg and Billy.
Greg felt his heart pound against his chest as the large creature began running toward them, it would be cutting them into multiple pieces in just a few seconds. Greg continued firing round after round into the large creature that was not phased by the bullets that pounded into it's body.
Click. Click.
"Shit!" Greg exclaimed as the empty 'click' of the Assault Rifle was heard. "Billy, run!" Greg commanded as he grabbed something from inside his coat.
Billy once again reacted quickly and sprung to his feet, and ran down the hall. Billy didn't look back. Didn't want to. The horrible creature was practically on his heels.
KABOOM!
The meeting room, as Jill had called it, was empty. Besides a few strewn memos, broken coffee mugs, overturned chairs, and a large white screen at the far end of the table, just in front of a door, the room wasn't much to see. However, there were signs of 'struggle'. There were a lot of bloody handprint's on the walls, floors, table, and even on the projection screen. There were also a few indentations on the walls, table and ceiling. They looked as if they were caused by a four-legged, clawed, creature. And it wasn't a dog. Thankfully the room was well lit.
"I'll look through some of these papers, you go ahead and look around a little more." Jill said as she picked up a random paper.
Rebecca brushed aside a strand of black hair and nodded. "Alright." Rebecca turned away from Jill and headed for the closest door.
"Rebecca," Jill said, halting Rebecca by the door. "Don't travel to far, and if you run into anything really bad," Jill looked down at a three large lesion's on the table in front of her. "Come back here. Conserve your ammo."
Rebecca nodded, but actually felt very insecure at the thought of running into whatever stormed through the meeting room alone. "Roger," Rebecca said jokingly and opened the door, disappearing into the next room.
Jill meanwhile looked down at the memo with the words Ventilation Plan at the top.
Chris exited a second door. The first was nothing but a small office, nothing much to see. The second was a very small lab, once again, nothing special. It seemed that it was basically just a storage department for the T-Virus and G-Virus, and anything else Umbrella may be developing, judging by the many papers explaining how the viruses should be stored, and so on. But it looked as if everything had been cleared out in quite a hurry. Chris collected a few interesting papers on the Viruses, even though he hadn't read them.
Suddenly he stopped, and felt a pain in his chest. Why was he acting so…unaware? His sister had just died, and he wasn't grieving. He had shed a few tears but moved on. Was it because he knew that millions of lives were in danger? Or was it because of the circumstances? And the tears came. Chris dropped to his knees and sobbed silently. All of the memories with her flooding into his mind at one time, cluttering his thoughts with countless images. He loved her. He loved her like she was his daughter. Damnit! Why? Why did she have to die?
Because of Umbrella. Because Umbrella wants to eliminate us. I need to keep going. I need to push on. Millions are in danger. Millions will lose a sister just like he did, if they don't die before then.
Chris got up and wiped his eyes. He nodded to himself and moved on. Chris turned right, and saw up ahead of him a long, almost endless hallway. Chris frowned and continued forward, there were two visible doors. The closest, on his left, had a scratch on the small nameplate next to the door. The plate read: Tyrant: Nemesis Series Laboratory. Chris gulped hard as scenes of the Spencer Estate flooded into his mind…
Flash
Chris grinned happily, Barry beside him, both flailing their arms in the air, trying to get the attention of the helicopter hovering above. None other controlled the helicopter then Chicken heart Vickers. Chris earlier had cursed Brad Vickers for leaving the group stranded in the Arklay Mountains with those horrible creatures. But now, he practically loved the man. They were finally free-
CRASH!
Chris spun around quickly, his handgun already aiming at…chunks of concrete flying through the air. The concrete rained back down at the northern end of the landing pad. A few jagged claws appeared from out of the large hole, and slowly a large, pale, muscular creature crawled out of the hole and started toward them. It was absolutely HUGE. No less then eight feet tall, parts of it's body was mutilated and deformed, large wounds held together by surgical staples and messy stitching. Basically, it was a living Frankenstein, a patchwork monster with multiple pieces of skin sewn onto it. It was muscular, like a body builder. It's entire left arm was dominated by multiple claws, none of which were any shorter then one foot. On it's chest was a red, pulsing clump of skin. It's heart.
Flash
Chris shook his thoughts and moved on, the next door hadn't been checked, seeing as how there were no scratches made by Leon's knife. Chris gripped the Beretta and opened the door into a pitch-black room. He closed the door behind him silently as he pulled a small flashlight from his pants' pocket. The small flashlight sent a stream of light across the room, revealing multiple computers, all of which were turned off, wires that snaked across the floors, and a wall lined with large glass cylinders that were ceiling high. There were some sort of forms inside, but they couldn't be made out.
Chris quickly felt along the wall and found a switch quickly. As soon as the fluorescents above came on, the entire room was lit up, revealing the foul, four-legged creatures inside the glass tubes at the far end of the room. There were ten in all, each one side-by-side, multiple wires snaking out from the base of the tubes, and to countless monitors positioned around the room. The creatures were humanoid; they had the shape of a human, but no further resemblance. They were skinned down to their red muscles, with long, curved, deadly talons on each leg of the creatures. There were holes where eyeballs had once been, puffy gray tissue crowning their heads. One tube was broken, glass scattered across the floor, the creature was nowhere in sight.
There was a table nearby, monitors and multiple buttons crowned it. Chris walked over to it, shoving the flashlight back into his pocket as he looked down at the many documents. Chris picked up a single brown folder labeled Licker Project, but immediately dropped it back down too the table, a buzz was heard as he dropped the heavy folder onto a set of buttons, the document was drenched in something.
Chris wiped his hands on his shirt and turned around, just in time to see the last of the green fluids drain from the multiple cylinders against the back wall. A second later, one of the creatures moved just slightly, and then there was a horrible screech coming from several of the creatures lying in their glass prisons, and then they all began to move around a bit more as they discovered they were free to move.
CRUNCH
Chris immediately ran out of the room as one of the glass walls of the capsules cracked, webs of cracks spreading out over the capsule. As the sliding doors closed behind him, another screech was heard. He was not guaranteed that they would be trapped in the room, and so he sprinted down the long snaking halls, two metal doors slid open in front of him, and a glow of light flooded into the long corridor, and he crashed into something.
Barry couldn't find the source of the hoarse, stalking breathing, and so he spun around and ran for the door, tripping over the fallen 'barricade' made of miscellaneous objects. As he scrambled to his feet, something snaked out from under the debris, and wrapped around his calf, causing him to fall on his face again. He rolled onto his back and looked at the slimy rubber-like thing wrapped around his leg, and it wasn't loosening. Barry attempted to pry it off, but the rough vine-like thing didn't budge, it's grip getting ever tighter by the second.
BAM!
The shot was dead-on, the bullet from the powerful Colt Python ripping through the rope-thing, a liquid sprayed across him as the bullet practically shredded the rope-thing. The other half of the mysterious vine disappeared under the shelf, and not a moment later, a creature sprung up from under the shelves and crates. The creature landed atop the fallen barricade, only feet away from Barry. It was four-legged, it looked like some sort of mutant dog, long talons on each appendage, muscular tissue showing through ripped skin, and it's puffy gray brain left exposed.
The creature shrieked, its tongue hanging from its mouth loosely, a mixture of blood and thick saliva pouring to the barricade under its feet. The creature reared back, shrieked- BAM! BAM! The two .357 rounds tore into the creature, the first tore a hole into the mutant's shoulder, sending muscle tissue and blood everywhere as the skin shredded. The second round hit dead in the center of the thing's brain, blowing a massive hole in the soft gray tissue as the creature toppled backwards.
Barry took a deep breath and held his gun close as the creature twitched a few moments, before gasping a final breath. Was this place actually safe like everyone assumed? What if there was something worse running around here? He couldn't think about this right now. He just had to warn someone. Barry crawled to his feet, and loaded two more rounds into his Colt so that it would be full; he was down to his last six bullets now. Barry jogged to the door; he had to warn them, quick.
The Marina was a huge, oval shaped room with two doors, and an elevator at the far wall. There was no floor, besides the one about forty feet below millions of gallons of water. The only means of getting around the room were three metal catwalks. There was a metal platform before each door, a catwalk leading directly to the middle of the room where there was a large structure with multiple monitors, and buttons decorating it. The 'structure' was about 10 feet in diameter. The platform around the ceiling-high structure was wide enough for about thirty people to stand on. Another catwalk lead too another platform positioned in front of two metal doors, an elevator. The platforms, and catwalks, were all complete with safety railings. Another structure that was clearly visible, was a large metal cylinder-shaped object hanging on the far wall, that had many wires snaking from it, and too the structure in the middle of the room.
Leon looked down at his reflection in the still, crystal clear water. He had spent most of his time pondering what had gone on in this room. But at the moment, it seemed that nothing had, besides that capsule-thing hanging on the far wall. Nothing made sense at the moment. Actually, in times like these, it wasn't worth trying to make sense of anything. Anything was possible. Anything could happen. And most likely, anything would happen.
"Leon," The soft, gentle, and young voice of Ashley came from behind him as she walked up to his side. "Jill, and Rebecca are here."
Leon turned his head in the direction of the attractive young woman, where she stood at his side, staring into the water as well, as if to try to locate what he was staring at. Leon took his gaze away from her and looked at the door on the right side of the room, where Jeff, Xavier, and Tara were crowding around Jill and Rebecca. Leon turned back toward Ashley and nodded, motioning with his head for her to follow him as he walked past the large computer-like structure, on the way toward where Rebecca, and Jill were.
Rebecca shrugged. "Nah, we didn't find much." She said, answering Jeff's question of 'did you find anything?'
Jill dug a folded piece of paper out of her pocket. "Actually, yes we did." Rebecca turned toward her, placing a finger on her cheek and cocking her head to the side. "It's a short document on something called 'The Krakens'. It says that they are held in the Marina. It say's that they are extraordinarily strong, fast-"
"What is?" Leon asked as he approached them, cutting Jill off. Ashley came up behind him, shaking her head.
Jill cleared her throat, and before explaining to him, she gave a short glare. "Their called Kraken's, some sort of Umbrella experiment. Nothing important really, it doesn't seem that there are any of them here."
Leon crossed his arms over his chest. "Just because there isn't any of them in here, doesn't guarantee that there are none at all."
"Actually, yes it does. It says that the Kraken's need water to survive, at least a submersion for ten minutes every thirty minutes. Which makes this the ideal place to experiment with them. It states in this memo that the Kraken's are kept in here. But as you can see, there are none here. So I guess we're safe." Jill retorted in a matter-of-fact way.
"Hey!" Sensing the tension between the two, Rebecca stepped up from behind Jill and held her arms out. "We can't be arguing! We're all together on this. All for one, one for all, you know?"
Leon frowned and sighed. "Sorry." Leon looked over at Ashley and then back at everyone else. "It's just that I've been under a lot of pressure lately. Between traveling to Europe and fighting off thousands of weird ass people, monsters, and midgets, I've been pretty damn stressed out. Not to mention that now all of the United States is pretty much under attack by some twisted Umbrella psychos."
Jill half-grinned. "Your right, I'm sorry too."
"Hey, what's that anyways?" Rebecca asked, pointing to the metal capsule hanging on the far wall.
Leon shrugged. "Beat's me."
Billy was forced onto his face by the explosion. He felt debris pelting his back as he lie there. There was a ringing in his ears that wouldn't go away, but the moaning of the zombies, and the stomps of the creature were gone.
"Come on!" Billy felt someone grab his hand and help him up, it was Greg, and the two ran down the hall. The ringing didn't stop, and he just realized his nose was bleeding from the fall.
Damn I hope it ain't broken… Billy thought as the two passed through a shredded doorway, the remains of the door lay scattered on the ground. The corridor was lit a lot better now, allowing Billy to see clearly for the first time in what seemed an eternity. And damn this place wasn't anywhere near uninfected. It seemed that the further they traveled, the more zombies appeared…not to mention large creatures…
Greg looked over at Billy who was running at his side, holding a hand to his bloody nose as he ran. Greg averted his attention to the corridor ahead; two metal doors were further down the passage. There was a sign above the doors that read Sleeping Dorm 1.
The doors slid open as the two got within five feet of the entryway and slid closed once they were in the room. It was absolutely huge. The room was square-shaped, a set of stairs led to another level of the quarters. But the stairs were broken, the very middle of the steps were missing, it seemed it had been blown away by some sort of explosive. And it was probably a good thing the stairs were inaccessible. The lower half of the Sleeping Dorm was infested with the flesh eaters, at least two-dozen, if not more of them. However, the upper level was the polar opposite of the lower level. It was totally zombie-free, however, there was one bloody bed.
"What happened?" Billy asked, nodding toward the bloody bed, at the same time he touched his nose gingerly. It was fine.
Greg frowned. "That thing killed a survivor." Greg looked over at Billy, getting his first look at the man. Billy was tall, built. Long black hair. Billy did the same, looking over Greg for the first time. Greg was also tall, but skinny with parted brown hair. He was wearing a black shirt with a black vest over it. The vest had multiple pockets. He also wore a utility belt. His Assault Rifle was slung over his shoulder, a handgun in a thigh-holster.
"I have a few friends in here." Billy announced. "Their probably in the Marina."
Greg glanced over to Billy. "The Marina?" Billy nodded. "Let's go then. It's probably the safest place." Greg nodded toward a door. "That door leads into the corridor that leads to the Marina."
Barry was knocked down by the force of the impact between him and the other person. Without looking to see who it was, or what it was, and without even getting up, Barry grabbed his Colt Python and aimed it forward.
"Wait," A frightened Chris screamed, "It's me!" The cool steel of the Colts' barrel pressed against his forehead, causing chills to run down his spine.
Barry sighed and pulled the gun away. "Sorry, Chris. But this place may not be as safe as we thought. I ran into a creature…"
Chris nodded agreement. "That's what I was running from, monsters. Let's go before they escape!"
No questioning Chris, Barry jumped to his feet and followed Chris down the corridor, the double doors of the Marina coming into view.
Jeff watched Tara from a distance, Xavier next to him. Jeff was sitting on a railing, watching Tara as she leaned over a railing across from him, looking into the crystal clear water.
Xavier shook his head. "You have to give it up, man. Now ain't the time to get all down and out about her, wait until after we get outta' this hell-hole."
Jeff chuckled. "You mean, if we get out?"
Xavier hit Jeff lightly. "Don't say that, have some hope." Jeff sighed and dropped his head, staring at the metal-grate floor. Xavier shook his head again. "Whatever man, but I can't let your depression rub off on me." With that, Xavier walked away, Jeff not even noticing that his friend had left, or so it seemed.
Xavier stopped at Tara's side, she too, like Jeff, was staring into some unknown world. Her beautiful emerald eyes held a far-away look in them.
"Hey, nice water huh?" Xavier said as he leaned on the railings, finally she snapped back into reality. Tara gave a laugh, but Xavier could tell that it was forced. "What's getting you down?"
Tara turned her gaze toward the young dark-skinned male, and suddenly her eyes filled with tears, and slowly rivulets of tears began running down her angelic features. "I miss him." She said in between sobs.
Xavier's attention perked. "Jeff?"
Tara nodded slowly. "I still love him…but…" Tara's voice half faded off, and was half drowned out by tears and sobs.
Lot's of drama… Xavier thought to himself as she watched her cry. He felt sorry for the young girl, and so he embraced her, providing a shoulder for her to cry on. She sobbed into his chest, all the while she gripped tightly at his shirt. Xavier patted her back. "Hey, cheer up, just do what you think is right."
Leon watched the two college basketball players and the cheerleader thoughtfully, his gaze switching between the secluded Jeff, and the weeping Tara and her friend Xavier. It was very, very strange how they could think about such things, in such circumstances. Leon chewed thoughtfully on a piece of gum he had dug out of his pocket a few moments ago.
Leon looked away from the trio, and then settled his gaze on Ashley, whom he found was looking at him also. Ashley smiled softly, and approached him, seating herself next to the Agent who had saved her lives on countless occasions. Not to mention the Agent whom she found to be…well…attracted too.
Leon looked away from her, and settled his stare on the ceiling. "Hey." He greeted simply.
Ashley didn't speak back, but looked around the large room. Jill was standing near the entrance, talking to the young brown-haired beauty named Rebecca. So much has happened within the length of a single day. So much had been discovered; so much had taken tolls on everyone. What hit her the hardest was her father being part of some psycho-group obsessed with creating zombies and monsters, not to mention the fact that he wanted her dead, out of his way. But something else hurt her…maybe more then the fact that her father was labeled 'evil', and that thing was the fact that Leon didn't show any signs of affection toward her. He showed more an acquaintance-like attitude; maybe he was scared to love someone? Maybe that was it…he was scared to love someone in such circumstances…or was she just not what he wanted? Were these thoughts she was having just some sort of teen fantasy, true love? Or was she trying to depress herself? Or did she really love this man she's known for almost a month?
Rebecca watched the doors impatiently. Jill was reading something about the Kraken's. But none of it really registered, her mind was elsewhere. The attractive brown-haired girl had her mind set on the events that had already unfolded before them. What if someone else were to be lost? For say…Billy? Rebecca swallowed hard, and for a moment, she couldn't understand why she felt so concerned with his safety for. Did she feel attracted to the brawny, black-haired man? It was understandable, they had spent almost two hours battling for their lives, and she had more then one moment in which she felt like she wanted the nightmare to elongate, even though it was pure torment, it seemed that the moments she had with him were somehow cherished.
And then the doors opened, Chris and Barry stumbled into the room, and then Billy, followed by some unknown person whom was firing an assault rifle into the corridor he had just exited. There were screams of anguish, several of them, as his bullets found home.
Greg kept his finger on the trigger firmly as countless bullets were sprayed out into the corridor, finding their places in the bodies of the Licker's that were racing down the hall, there were at least nine of them, and all of them were trying their damnest to keep going, no matter the number of heated bullets that dug into their flesh.
"RUN!" Greg ordered as he threw his rifle down and spun around and ran along the catwalk, following Chris, Billy, Barry, Rebecca, and Jill toward the Elevator that the rest of the group had ran over too. The large doors, the entrance of the Marina, had closed as soon as Greg stepped away from it, but as soon as they closed the Lickers began ripping their claws into the thick steel.
As Greg ran past the huge computer-like structure at the center of the room, one of many cords that snaked out across the floor caught his foot and he feel down hard on the metal-grate catwalk. He had heard a static noise when he had tripped over the wire, and he turned to see a wire fall from the casket-like steel object hanging on the far wall, and then it opened.
Billy watched in horror as the creature jumped down into the water, and at the same time the Lickers gained entry to the Marina, crawling through jagged holes in the doors. Greg got to his feet; Beretta at the ready, and in a huge explosion of water, the fish-like creature that had been trapped in the artificial cocoon rose from the water and landed only feet from Greg.
The creature had a pale blue-toned skin, and had scaled skin; its arms were lanky, but muscular, as were its legs. A large razor-sharp, curved talon dominated each fingertip. Its eyes were black coals, and it's mouth, a permanent ear-to-ear grin that exposed countless rows of sharp teeth. The creature shrieked, and at the same time the Lickers started their progress down the wide catwalks.
Greg delivered a shot to the creature's chest that made it fumble backwards, and then another, and another and it fell backwards over the railing, the water turning a milky red color. But it wasn't dead, ripples in the water was evidence that it was swimming around in the water, preparing to attack again. But then the Lickers became Greg's top priority as the four-legged creatures raced toward him, a few of them leaping above the others.
Greg spun around and yelled out to Billy. "Billy, catch!" And Greg quickly retrieved a ring of keys from his pocket and threw them at Billy who caught them in both hands, careful not to fumble them, and then the first Licker pounced on Greg, and the others joined in, talons and teeth tearing into the man's body.
Chris pressed the elevator call button feverishly, looking over his shoulder as the Lickers literally tore the man limb from limb, fighting over which one got the biggest piece. The sound of the elevator stopping was heard and the doors started to open slowly.
Leon held the shotgun firmly, and right as the Kraken creature emerged from the water he fired, but missed. The creature landed a few meters away and the Kraken ran forward, claws ready to shred Leon to bits. Leon aimed the shotgun carefully, and when the creature was just close enough to each Leon, Leon blasted the ugly creature in it's chest. Ribbons of blue blood spurted from it's chest and Leon pumped the shotgun, delivering a final shot into the things already blown-open chest before entering the elevator last.
A/N: Ain't much to say here, accept, REVIEW!
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