Resident Evil: The Final Chapter

Chapter 6: Captured

A/N: Thanks a bunch for the reviews. Although I'm not getting nearly as many as I would hope, even a few readers is enough to motivate me to keep going. Thanks, and keep reviewing people!

Umm, before you start reading the next chapter, I'm making this one a bit shorter then the previous chapters. It's just a little experiment (Get it? Experiment? T-Virus? HAHAHAHA –Audience gives blank stares-) Umm yeah…ahem, I just want to know if you, the readers, prefer short chapters, or long chapters. Please review and give me an answer!

Disclaimer: I haven't did this in God knows how long…I Do not own RE…the twisted minds at Capcom do…oh and this pertains to previous chapters I have not disclaimed, and also pertains to upcoming chapters because I will most likely forget and then get sued and maybe have hordes of Zombies, Nemesis', Tyrants, and Lickers raid my hometown because Capcom are jealous lil' fers (not to mention greedy)…Ahem…yeah…

THE STORY!

"There's to many of them!" A single officer yelled over the clatter of automatic fire. There were thousands of zombies stumbling toward a barricade of police cars, where Police Officers fired off automatic weapons in order to keep the group of zombies at bay. But it was no use, they were unaffected by the bullets. They kept coming, no matter how many bullets blew holes in their bodies; the zombies were determined to get what they wanted. Food.

"Grenade!" A man yelled after tossing a grenade into the crowd. No one wavered; they just kept firing even as the blast of the grenade sent tens of the decaying creatures skyward. Zombies were overrunning the most popular city in the United States. New York City was now an apocalyptic city just like the rest of the United States' east coast.

The elevator was taking forever to get to the second basement floor. But it gave everyone time to regain their composure after the encounter with the hordes of Lickers and the 'Kraken'. What was awaiting them deeper in the bowels of this secret laboratory? What abomination's waited in the shadows, ready to jump at the first moving thing that could provide a potentially decent meal? When would it be over? Would it ever be over? Would they die down here? All at once? Or one-by-one, until the final person is left to survive on his or her own? Forced to explore the twisting hallways of this underground laboratory located under the very capital of the United States of America alone would be a nightmare. A nightmare that Terra would much rather not experience. Ever.

She was sitting in a corner with her legs pulled up to her chest. It was getting colder as they descended God knows how many yards under the Earth, and she didn't like it at all. She didn't like any of this. It was all like one big, twisted, demented nightmare. This, by far, was the worst experience in her life. Something she would have never dreamed of experiencing. Let alone something she would even dream about. This was all just very farfetched.

Someone coughed violently from the other side of the elevator.

The attractive young girl raised her head, to locate the source. Her eyes met with the form of Jeff, on his knees, doubled over, coughing violently. After a few more coughs, she realized that there was small droplets of blood on the floor of the elevator. Her attention perked as everyone gathered around him, and Rebecca started asking him random questions.

"Is your stomach hurting?" Rebecca asked, holding Jeff's shoulder.

Jeff nodded weakly.

"How long has it been hurting?" She questioned.

"It started hurting before we arrived at the Marina…"

"Do you have a headache? Dizziness?"

"B-both." Jeff stammered, coughing more blood.

"Look at me." Rebecca demanded. The young male raised his head. His right eye was bloodshot. Rebecca stood up and walked to Jill's side. She whispered something that made a grim expression form on her face. Rebecca turned back to face Jeff, a frown forming on her face. She turned to Jill again and whispered; "I don't know how long he has…we should find a place for him to rest."

Kainite crossed his arms over his chest. The only light in the room was that of multiple monitors placed in the wall in front of him. The monitors displayed different locations of the B2 floor of the laboratory. A certain monitor showed the group of 'Rebels' as he called the group made of a few Ex-S.T.A.R.S., a few teens, and some overly tattooed, bodybuilder. He had killed the redheaded girl. A pity, she was quite the looker. Kainite smirked at the events that unfolded on screen. It seemed that one of the teenagers had become infected.

"Perfect…" He mumbled. Kainite looked up at the screens again. Most of the others displayed the stumbling, decaying, corpses of the zombies as they stumbled around the hallway. This, by far, was the most infected level of the laboratory. It would be fun to find out what would happen next. But of course, work came before fun. But who said that work couldn't be fun?

Kainite turned away from the monitors and walked out of a sliding door. He walked down the hallway, toward an elevator. As he entered the elevator, and pressed the down button, he pondered on how he would get them to where he wanted the foul creatures to go…

Ah..yes…I almost forgot. Of course! The Los Illuminados…

The group walked into the first corridor cautiously. The walls, and floor was made of platinum-colored steel, some sort of titanium perhaps. Billy and Chris lead the group down the hall; Leon and Barry took up the rear with everyone else in the middle of them. The corridor was long, but well lit. After walking the entire length of the hallway they went through a sliding door that opened up into yet another hall. This time there was a large, metal door to their left, and the corridor turned up ahead to the right. The large metal door was marked with the word Armory.

Chris approached the large door. There was a large steel bar used as a handle, he pulled but it didn't budge. There was some sort of keycard reader next to it…Chris sighed and looked back at the group, shaking his head. "It looks like we won't be getting any free weapons. It's locked."

"Is there a keyhole?" Billy asked, fumbling with the ring of keys in his pocket. Chris shook his head. "Damn." Billy frowned. "We'll have to keep moving." Billy looked back at the others. Jeff wasn't looking too good. He seemed warn out, and sweat plastered some loose bangs to his forehead. Xavier was helping him walk. What was wrong with Jeff was clear to everyone, except to maybe the young teenagers and Ms. Graham. He was going to turn into one of them flesh-eating son's of bit-

"Alright, then, let's get going." Chris said, and once again took up the front of the group with Billy, both with their handguns at the ready. As they made their way further down the hall, before turning the corner, the sound of one of the sliding doors opening and closing was heard.

"It's not this door…" Leon said, just loud enough so everyone could hear, from the back of the group. He was referring to the door that they had just come through. Up ahead, Chris made a gesture for Leon and Barry to come up to the front with them, Rebecca and Jill took their place in the rear. They were pretty well organized, and decided to stay that way while taking the ride in the elevator to ensure that no one was hurt.

The four mean slowly approached the corner. Billy stuck to the wall, just inches from the corner, Chris, Leon, and then Barry were lined up next to him. Billy held up three fingers, as to say on the count of three. He lowered his ring finger…Chris checked his magazine quickly. His middle finger…Barry and Leon checked theirs also…and then his index finger.

As soon as he dropped the finger, Billy moved around the corner with Chris close behind. The two instantly dropped to one knee and aimed their handguns forward. Barry and Leon followed them and stood behind them with their handguns ready also. What awaited them was nearly a dozen lingering corpses that turned their way to the sound of their shuffling feet.

Chris fired his gun off, the first bullet hitting him in the forehead of a zombie, blood oozed from its head as it took its final steps before collapsing. Barry was firing his Colt, the loud bang of the gun resonated through the steel hallways. As Barry started reloading his gun, Leon started firing his own handgun, same with Chris, as he started reloading, Billy started firing and vice versa. Soon the entire group of zombies lay in a heap on the floor, a lake of blood forming around their cluttered corpses.

"Ammo check." Chris stated as he got to his feet. "Four bullets in the clip."

"Five rounds." Barry said as he looked into the cylinder of the Colt.

"Four bullets, nine shotgun shells." Leon announced.

"Three bullets." Billy said flatly.

Chris nodded. "Alright, let's keep moving."

Ada Wong stepped out of the helicopter, and adjusted a pair of dark sunglasses that was moving slowly down to the tip of her nose. The base was secluded, very secluded, hundreds of miles away from civilization. The island proved to be a great spot for Wesker. A great spot for experimenting, and with the vast forests that was literally crawling with T-Virus creatures, which surrounded the base, no one was getting in.

The attractive woman stared out into the night sky. It was a clear sky, and unlike back in the city, all of the stars were visible. Making for a beautiful night. But despite the beauty of it all, today could very well be the beginning of the final days of humanity.

"Ah…Ada, you are back. Report." And it was all because of this man. The Japanese American turned around to face the blonde haired Ex-S.T.A.R.S. Commander known as Albert Wesker. He wore his dark sunglasses that hid eyes that wondered across the curves of her body. She was wearing a tight-fitting black full-body suit, a powerful handgun strapped to her right thigh, dual sub-machine guns hung loosely on a utility belt that was wrapped around small round hips, and a knife sheathed on her left thigh. He liked these sorts of women. Women who could fend for themselves…

Ada crossed her arms over her chest, and narrowed her eyes. "Are you done, Wesker?" She asked with a hint of annoyance in her voice. Wesker only gave a small-half smile at her conceited attitude. She sighed irritably and walked a bit closer to the man. "The T-Virus is spreading rapidly…Sir." The word 'sir' said with a bit of mockery in her tone.

"Wonderful." Wesker said, his grin widening just a bit. Disregarding her mockery, Wesker looked off into the dark sky. "My dream…it will be fulfilled very…very soon. This is payback to the world for not appreciating with Umbrella created…" Wesker snickered and turned away from Ada, halting after a few steps. "Ada, please check on Kainite once you get back into the base. Just give him a call, ask for a report."

"Yes sir." Ada mocked, and followed Wesker to the door that lead down into the base.

The first long, twisting, corridor finally came to an end after they went through an electronic sliding door. The group moved down the hall as fast as they could, but were still cautious of what may lurk in the twisting underground hallways. The group was still in the same format, Billy and Chris taking up the front and Barry and Leon taking the back.

Chris stepped around the corner slowly, and thankfully there was nothing waiting to surprise the hell out of him when he did so. The group continued moving, and finally a door came into view. For such a huge place, it was surprising that they had only found a few doors so far.

Chris moved closer to the door, this time it wasn't an electronic door, but a regular wooden door. Chris tried the handle, and surprisingly enough the door opened up into a dimly lit room. Billy and Chris moved slowly into the room, and gave it a brief look around to make sure there wasn't anything inside before telling the others to come into the room.

As the group piled into the room, Jill found a light switch and she flipped it on. A ceiling light buzzed to life as she did so, and spread light over the room. It was a rather small room. Only a bed with a dresser next to it, and a desk pushed off to the side with a few scattered papers on it and a reading lamp occupied the room.

Xavier lowered Jeff onto the bed, and the young teen lie on his back and breathed hard. It seemed that it was getting harder and harder to breath with each raspy breath. His heart beat rate had probably increased dramatically; he felt each beat as a reverberating thump in his chest. Cold sweat slid down his face, actually, his entire body felt damp from sweat. His eyesight in his right eye was completely gone, leaving only blurry images in that eye. His tongue was dry, his mouth felt as if it was made of cotton.

Xavier sat down beside Jeff and rested his forearms on his knees. He was bent over; looking at the ground, and shaking his head as his best friend lie there…suffering. Xavier raised his head; he felt eyes on him, and met the worried stare of Tara. Xavier frowned and got up and walked toward her where she was leaning on the wall near the door. Xavier stood next to her. "He looks bad don't he?" Xavier mumbled while staring intensely at his friend. Tara only nodded. Xavier looked down at her, and could now see that rivulets of tears ran down her pretty face, her lower lip was trembling; her eyes were red from crying. "You should talk to him…" Xavier said. "It might cheer him up some…" She nodded again, and pushed herself away from the wall and made her way over to the bed where she sat down next to Jeff.

Tara wiped her teary eyes and grabbed hold of his hand, and squeezed gently. Jeff turned toward her, and she stared into his red eye. It had gotten worse; his pupil had become dilated, and held a foggy look, while the white of his eye had turned red. Her lip started to tremble again, and the tears started flowing. Tara buried her face in his chest and hugged him tight, continually saying sorry.

Jeff hugged her back with one arm; the other was buried in her silky blonde hair. "…Tara…I love you." Jeff whispered. She looked up at him and smiled.

"I love you too…"

Xavier grinned in delight as he watched Jeff and Tara. But his attention was directed elsewhere as Billy yelled something. Xavier's interest perked when everyone gathered around him, so he too walked over toward the large man. In his hand, Billy held a plastic credit card-sized object.

"It's the key to the armory." Billy stated. He received some grins from his friends. "Let's get going."

"…Ada…so you're his lackey now?" Kainite spoke into the radio; his eyes scanned the 'Los Illuminados' on the other side of a thick glass wall.

"Enough fooling around, Kainite, I have orders and I intend to please the boss." Ada spoke back from the other side of the radio, instantly thinking about how weird that sounded.

Kainite chuckled with his deep, burly voice. "When I get back, you can please me too. It's been a tiring day…"

"Kainite! Just give me the damned report!" Ada screamed.

"Feisty, aren't ya'?"

"…"

"Okay, okay, fine." Kainite gave in as he walked away from the glass wall and to a nearby computer; where he started smacking random keys. "The rebels have made their way down into B2. I've eliminated one of them, Claire Redfield. Oh, and interestingly enough, Mr. President's daughter is with them also. I plan on sending the Los Illuminados out to kill them. Seeing as how they can follow orders very good, I've decided that the element of surprise will be my best weapon. One of the rebels is infected, and he is very close to changing. So most likely they will take him into the laboratory with the T-Virus vaccine. But when they arrive, a horde of Los Illuminados will be waiting…"

"Okay, once you've kill them-"

"Ada, tell Kainite I intend to keep them alive for awhile…"

"Alive?" Ada asked the voice that had broken into the conversation. "Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Kainite Wesker said-"

"I heard him. He wants them alive. No problem." Kainite interrupted, and with that he turned his radio off.

The armory was heaven for anyone trapped in such a nightmare. As soon as they had entered the room, they had spotted a shelf that was packed with boxes of bullets for various firearms. Everyone stocked up with the bullets, taking as many as they could with them.

As they moved further into the armory, they found a few Riot Gun's hanging on the walls. Another wall revealed an arsenal of high-powered assault rifles and sub-machine guns. Then there was another shelf that was stocked with bullets for the Machine Guns and sub-machine guns. Along with the firearms, there were also the proper holsters for each. Naturally, everyone grabbed what he or she could, depending on his or her preference for weaponry anyways. Billy now held a handgun, and a M16 Assault Rifle with loads of extra clips stuffed into his pockets. Leon traded his 12 Gauge shotgun for a modified version called the PA3, and his handgun for a M93R, which is a modified nine-millimeter handgun with the capability of a three-round burst. Xavier, and Terra both took a regular nine-millimeter handgun. Rebecca took a submachine gun known as the MP5A5. Jill took a M4A1 assault rifle, Barry preferred to stick with his Colt after surprisingly finding rounds for it, and Chris took a PA3 shotgun and a M93R handgun.

Xavier helped Jeff over to a crate, where he let his friend sit down. Tara sat next to him. Jeff looked out of his one good eye to see who had just started talking. It was Chris.

"Alright, we're going to go get Jeff some medication. Billy and myself will be the ones going, there's no sense in dragging everybody along." He received nods from everybody and he nodded back before he and Billy walked toward the sturdy metal door. "We'll be back soon." Chris said as he grabbed the handle. As he opened it, and started to walk out, he halted mid step. There was a group of zombies standing there…but…they just didn't seem like…zombies. They were dressed in laboratory clothing, white coat, black pants, black shirt, and the whole getup. Each one wielded a firearm, a pretty damn strong one too. If it wasn't a high-powered shotgun, it was a high-powered assault rifle. They were all aiming at Chris as if they were human. But humans didn't walk around with missing chunks of skin from their faces, gray skin, or missing eyeballs. The group started speaking in some sort of foreign language, and then there was the sound of a sliding door opening down the hall. Ensuing was heavy footsteps, coming toward the armory. It sounded as if an elephant was walking toward them…and then the walker came into view.

The thing stood far above the zombies, it was at least seven to eight feet tall. The thing's face was disfigured…badly. Medical staples and sewing thread covered most of it's face, and even one eye had been stitched shut. The eternal grin forced onto his lip-less mouth exposed pointed, jagged teeth and red tissue. It's upper lip was pulled all the way up to where its nose should be, but instead was just a 'dimple' for lack of a better term where its nose should have been. The thing was attired in a long, ankle-length trench coat, black pants and black boots. It's trench coat was pulled around it's large, muscular body. Long, purple, tube-like things stuck out of its body, mainly around it's chest and neck area.

Jill watched from somewhere behind Chris with her mouth hanging open at the sight of the horrific mammoth of a beast. "…Nemesis…" She mumbled.

The Tyrant creature, code-named Nemesis, growled. The sound was equivalent to the eruption of a bomb, low pitched, and full of anger. The creature growled again and pointed a finger toward the inside of the armory, and at that moment the horde of zombies piled into the room. There was plainly too many of them, and they had no choice but to go along with what was happening. The zombies stuck the barrels of their weapons to the heads of everyone in the group and forced them to the ground on their stomachs. The zombies then buried their knee into the back of their captured human, all the while pointing their firearms at the heads of the group.

Leon and Ashley, unlike everyone else, wasn't the least bit surprised by this. They had seen these…creatures before. The Los Illuminados. Leon grimaced as he thought back to when Ada took the Plaga sample. Are these the products of the Plaga sample she stole?

Another set of footsteps was heard in the hallway, and the platinum-haired figure that was Kainite stepped into the room, Nemesis following behind him like some sort of bodyguard. Kainite was holding a needle in his right hand, a sadistic grin etched into his facial features.

"Wesker said he wants you all alive…Luck is on your sides…for now." Kainite said as he walked to the closest person who was Chris.

WESKER? How is that possible! Jill thought as she lay there. She knew very well that the same thoughts were running through the minds of the other Ex-S.T.A.R.S.

He kneeled down next to him, and held the needle to the neck of the brown-haired male. "Hey, sorry about your sister. It's a tragedy that the pretty bitch had to go so soon." This insulted Chris and he started to squirm around, trying to get out from under the Los Illuminado that was holding him down but only received a solid smack in the back of his head buy the butt of the zombies' assault rifle.

Kainite grinned maliciously, and then inserted the needle into the neck of Chris. He pushed the plunger down, and the clear liquid inside the tube slowly disappeared and Chris instantly fell asleep. "Who wants to go next?" Kainite asked sarcastically.

A/N: Yessssssssssssss! –Napoleon Dynamite impersonation- another chapter! What did y'all think? Ye? Or Ne? Well either way……

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