Resident Evil: The Final Chapter

Chapter 11: A Civil War

A/N: As always, a big thanks goes to my reviewers for being so dang faithful to this Resident Evil Fiction. I greatly appreciate everyone's comments, but most of all your devotion to this Fan Fiction. Once again, thank you, your reviews have kept me going, and hopefully this fic will continue until the ending.

As in the last few chapters, I have a set of notes concerning some things about this Fic. First note regards the ending of my Fan Fiction. I already have the ending planned, so I know how it will end, which is good because I won't steer this Fiction into the wrong direction, which would be the direction of pointlessness.

Second note regards my other fan fiction, Metal Gear Solid: The Untold Mission. I have temporarily seized work on that fiction so that I can dedicate all of my time to this fiction because the fan base for this fiction is a lot bigger then that of the MGS fic. As long as the reviews keep coming, you can expect my updates to get slightly quicker, which I hope most of you will be thankful for.

Third note, I know my updates have been slow lately. But the reason this time for that, is because I've been gone from my house, except for during the night, and I don't really write as good then. So again, I am extremely sorry, but the updates should be a lot faster. I'm hoping to wrap this fic up before the end of my summer, and with your support, that will be possible.

Here's the next chapter, Enjoy.

The creature that emerged into the battlefield was nothing short of magnificent. The G-18 stood at nearly ten-feet tall, at least, and probably weighed well over a thousand pounds. The G-18, codenamed Gargoyle, had a body of pure muscle. The T-Virus injected into this creature greatly increased it's muscle mass, and left it to rival with the strength of the creatures of the Tyrant Series.

The creature itself was very close to the Tyrant series that he so adored. Possibly the cousin, if you will, of the Tyrant's. But it's figure was much different, it's figure was more reptilian then human. Gargoyle stood slightly hunched over, the weight of it's overly huge arms topped with several feet of sharp talon, kept it in this position. The tips of the talons dragged on the ground, as it's muscular legs moved it further into the makeshift mountainside. The G-18 could have been just a larger version of the Hunter's, but Hunter's were a complete different thing.

The G-18's face was that of a distorted look. The eyes were separated, greatly. One was in place as if it were human, where the bridge of its nose would be if it actually had one, but the other was somewhere on the side of it's face like a reptile. The skin appeared stretched, and in some places ripped and exposing red muscle tissue underneath, but this just wasn't its face but its entire body looked like this. The creatures 'nose' was no more then a lump on it's deformed face, and it's mouth was long, muscular jaws that ripped out of it's face, the top of it's mouth protruded at least a foot from it's face, as did it's lower jaw, exposing red muscle tissue and several rows of sharp, jagged teeth.

Something that resembled a ribcage was exposed; there was a large tear in its chest where some sort of bone-like 'tusks', for lack of a better term, were crisscrossed over its most vital organ; its heart. The bone-like objects opened up slowly with a sickening crack every other minute, and exposed the pulsing red mass that was its heart. Along with this, its muscular abdomen had some sort of long, skinny, objects protruding from it. Each of them was moving around, and had three joints that allowed them to move somewhat like an arm. There were three in all, and identical appendages grew from it's back.

Wesker heard Glitter stifle a gag in disgust as the deformed creature moved around. Wesker couldn't understand what was so nasty about the Gargoyle. It was a work of art, sure the eyes needed to be aligned, and the vertebrae's of it's spine that had pushed their ways through the skin of its back was a bit unsightly, but it was nonetheless, a great creation.

"If I may ask, Spate, what are those extra appendages for?" Wesker asked as he gawked at Gargoyle.

"In the original design of Gargoyle, I thought that since it's heart was sometimes exposed, that the G-18 would need some sort of defense besides the bones that open and close around it every-so-often. So I added those appendages that you see there, each are extremely sharp and have proved they can penetrate even the tough hide of a Hunter." Spate explained, his face hidden in the shadows of his cloak.

Wesker nodded understandingly. "Brilliant."

"Thank you, sir. Now let me demonstrate the raw power of the first G-18." Spate smacked another button, and the wall opened on the opposite side that Gargoyle came through. A group of Lickers entered the room, desperate to find food. "I haven't fed these Lickers for a full week, just for this occasion, they should be at their highest potential."

Wesker grinned as he waited to see how Gargoyle would fight, and he wished he had a bucket of popcorn. As the first Licker decided to pounce at Gargoyle.

A new day had come, but that didn't mean anything. That didn't mean that everything would change, that didn't mean that it would all just go away. It was far from that, and the truth was weighing down on them, the truth that the United States was under some bad circumstances. They couldn't just build a wall that divided the rest of America and the infected parts of America. They had to fight back; they had to live a horror movie for the past several days they had been running. They had been hiding, fighting for their lives and against the walking dead.

The sound of Assault Rifles filled the air, the screams of people being eaten alive, and the stench, and the gurgling cries of the flesh-eaters, and the monstrous growls they heard at night-all of it was enough to drive a person insane. These sorts of things just did not happen in real life! But there was no time for that now. Their lives were on the line, and he knew it. He didn't want to believe it, but this was as real as it gets.

He squeezed the trigger harder, as if the amount of force applied would make the bullets spray out of the gun faster, as if it would take all the pain away from him. Knowing that his family was eaten alive enraged him. It fueled his fire, and the fire had spread throughout the days, throughout his entire body. Filling him with anger, with rage. He screamed as he emptied his clip on the creatures, his scream barely audible above the other machine guns that clattered just feet away from him. But it felt good to scream. It was a great way to vent.

And he watched the bullets tear the used-to-be-humans apart, watched the bullets tear the skin off of their decaying bodies, watched the blood fly, watched the heads explode. It was even greater to know that they were dying. This was revenge for all of the lives the 'zombies' had taken. This was punishment.

His rifle clicked dry, and he dug a grenade from his pocket, and pulled the pin. He thrust it into the crowd of moving zombies as he ejected his empty magazine and jammed a new one in-

KA-BOOM!

Limbs were blown into the air, bodies, blood; the grenade had blown a good chunk of the group to hell. But in his rage, he failed to realize that not even a missile would be enough to destroy the sea of flesh-eaters. He just kept shooting into the hundreds of thousands of decaying people…

In the end, this would be a war that America was sure to lose.

After a quick trip back to the armory to get more ammo, everyone had used up most of their ammunition, the group had moved back into the crane room and got onto the large elevator. Billy had picked up a few flashlights while in the room. It was a long elevator ride, one that Barry didn't like all that much. It was moving way to slow, and all of the large crates that were stacked up on the elevator, made him think that it would crash to the ground any minute now.

Sighing, Barry rested his muscular frame against one of the wooden crates. Jill was next to him, Chris not far away, he was jamming a clip into his handgun. Jill was staring blankly at the ground, and he was staring up, trying to see where the elevator would stop.

He was surprised by the smarts of the young boy Jeff, it was a very good move to use the large crane to destroy Adriana, and although it-she-was trying to kill them, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl. She seemed young, couldn't have been older then eighteen. But it just goes to show how evil Umbrella is-

-Was… He reminded himself mentally. Umbrella was no more, but if it hadn't been for their twisted experiments, none of this would have happened. They wouldn't be here, Raccoon City would still be a thriving community, he'd still have a wife and kids…But no, fate was cruel. Life was cruel. But could it really get any worse? How much more would be lost before all of this insanity stopped? If it could be stopped…If Wesker wasn't lying about the entire East Coast of the United States being infected, then they would need to get out of America as quick as possible. There was no way they could do anything about that.

It would be terrible to have to sit back and watch the country I grew up in fall to the T-Virus. Before it gets that bad though, they might nuke everything…it worked in Raccoon City.

The elevator stopped with a jerking halt, jerking him from his thoughts at the same time. Everyone started off of the elevator; he was following Jill with Chris behind him. Ada was leading the group.

"Alright, listen up." Ada yelled as the entire group exited the elevator. It had lead them to a rather large corridor, the ceiling was about twenty-feet overhead, if not more. From side to side, the corridor was about the same distance, and in length about one hundred yards, easy, with the only lights far above on the ceiling, placed at standard intervals along the metal ceiling. "There's another corridor on the other side of those doors," Ada said, referring to the doors at the end of the long hall, "there will be a elevator at the end of that hallway, from there, we will be on the first floor. Then we will move to another elevator that will take us all the way to the roof, where the helicopters are waiting. There are many offshoots, probably twenty different rooms in just those two halls, so just follow me. I want everyone to stay alert, and keep your weapons ready. There's no telling whom Wesker will send next. Let's go."

The group started moving again, and Barry could feel a bit of fear building up inside of him. He just hoped that whatever came, they didn't need another crane to kill it with.

The elevator hummed, almost melodically, as he stood there waiting for it to hit the fifth floor. It shouldn't be a long wait, and he was a calm man anyways. His name was Michael Hernandez. Michael, better known as Mike, was Hispanic, dark short hair, well built, and clean-shaven. His last assignment was with Ada Wong, and man did he like her! He had been trying to get on her good side for as long as she's been at the base, but unfortunately for him, he never really did. She always seemed to stay quite neutral when it came to 'relationships'. But he thought that the last time they'd talked, that she'd shown a bit of affection.

She can't resist me, and man I hope she hurry's up and gives in!

The elevator stopped, there was a soft ping sound, a chime, and the two shiny metallic doors slid open and Mike walked out. The elevator lead into a concrete hallway with no doors or windows, it turned left about fifty yards ahead, and there was a staircase that led to the roof. Mike followed the hall, and went up the concrete steps, until finally reaching the top and walked out into the cool noontime air, onto the helipad.

The helicopters were about thirty yards away. One was big enough to fit about ten people inside; the other was only a two-person helicopter. That was the helicopter that he did most of his runs with, along with Ada of course. David had only told him what Wesker said, and that was to take a quick search along the coast. He wondered briefly why Ada wasn't going to come, but shrugged it off and continued toward the two-person helicopter.

Once Mike reached the 'copter, he jumped inside and within a few minutes, the blades started to rotate slowly, and then faster until they reached a rapid spin that blurred the image of the blades. The helicopter started to rise slowly, and before long he was flying toward the coast of South Carolina.

Gargoyle had made quick work of the five Licker's unleashed upon him. The first, who had decided to leap at the G-18, was impaled with one of the weird, tentacle-like appendages that jutted out from its body. The remaining Licker's attacked in a group, surrounded Gargoyle, and all leapt at it at the same time. Gargoyle killed two of the remaining four with the tentacles, grabbed one in its large hands, and the other stuck to it's back. Gargoyle crushed the Licker in his hand with pure strength, and the other continued to claw at Gargoyle's back.

Glitter thought that most of these creatures were pretty dumb, and thought that the G-18 would stab itself with one of those appendages while trying to kill the creature shredding its back like paper. But despite what she thought, the G-18 only started to shake wildly, trying to fling the Licker from its back. Gargoyle was successful in this, and the Licker was thrown into the dirt. The Licker was persistent, and lunged at Gargoyle, who caught it in its hands like it had done the other Licker, and actually started eating the creature.

This sickened her; she thought that it was just so nasty as Gargoyle literally tore the creature limb from limb. Blood was everywhere in the end, even on Gargoyle as it stood there, roaring in victory, blood pouring from it's mutated mouth. But that was nearly five minutes ago, Gargoyle was going up against another group of creatures. This time it was the reptilian creatures codenamed Hunters.

The Hunter's had scaly greenish-black skin, and glowing yellow eyes. Their face resembled something like a frog, except with bone-crushing jaws full of sharp teeth. They also had overly long arms, topped with long talons that dragged on the ground as they walked. Each Hunter was about three or four feet tall.

There were five in all, just like the test with the Lickers, and the Hunters decided to attack in a group. Each one lunged at Gargoyle whom fought them off fiercely. Gargoyle had already killed one with one of the spear-like appendages, and was already slashing at the others with his massive, clawed arms.

As the last of the Hunter's were slain viciously by the 'Gargoyle', Glitter turned away as Wesker praised Spate's work. Shaking her head, Glitter walked over to a table and leapt up onto it. She sat there for a moment with her legs crossed, watching the two talk. After a few more moments passed she leapt off of the table, the silvery casing still gone and leaving her body bare, she walked back toward them.

The walk to the elevator wasn't long, but it was a gory one. Once inside the next room, after being warned thatthisWesker guy may have sent someone to kill them, everyone was alert. They encountered five 'Los Illuminados', in which she really didn't understand too much; she just knew them as 'Zombies with guns'. Ada, Chris, and Leon made quick work of the M-16 wielding zombies, blowing brains all over the walls in the process.

They continued down the hall without further problems-until they reached the elevator. It was a small elevator…a really small elevator. There were ten of them, and they could hardly squeeze three inside the elevator. Barry, Jill, and Chris decided to go first. The others would have to wait until the elevator came back down so that they could go up. Leon, Ashley and Ada were next. The remaining four; Rebecca, Billy, Jeff, and herself waited patiently-and then the lights went out. The room was cast into darkness. The sound of the elevator stopped, the hum of the lights. The electricity was out.

"Just wait…" Was what Billy told them to do after the lights went out. She was scared, she was really scared and thus she literally clung to Jeff. Billy had turned on his flashlight to check everything out. Everything had seemed normal. He shone the flashlight over the small group, wanting to know how everyone was doing. Rebecca seemed calm enough, Billy grinned at Jeff and nodded, and she could just imagine what she looked like.

Scared out of my mind…that's what I look like.

Then there were voices from above, the voice of that Asian woman Ada.

"Hey! Hey! Can you hear me?" The voice was faint; she was high up, probably a few floors…

Billy yelled a reply as loud as he could through the metal double-doors. Ada's voice came back, telling him that if he could find the control room they could restore power. Billy yelled another reply, and turned back to the small group.

"You heard her, find the control room, and we're good to go." Billy said, shining the torch over each of their faces. She felt a bit more relaxed now, and Billy grinned slightly at her before nodding his head and starting down the hallway. The lonely beam of light was the only source of light, and probably would be for a while.

As fast as it had gone off, it came back on. The electricity that is.Only the control room, and certain labs had a failsafe electricity system. So when he flipped the switch to turn all of the electricity off, it only affected the rooms without the failsafe system. To shut down the electricity protected by the failsafe there was another switch in a different control room, in which only Wesker had access too, that must be pressed.

Grinning, satisfied, David watched the wall of screens in front of him that showed all sorts of different scenarios. There was at least one camera in each room; usually there was one in each corner of the room. Luckily for him, the camera had a night vision mode so that he could see through the darkness. One monitor showed him a group of Los Illuminados, and although there was no audio, he could see them looking around frantically, probably yelling in they're odd language. Another camera showed a lab, it was a failsafe so he deactivated the night vision with a touch of a button, and could see Wesker standing next to Spate. Both of them were staring at something he couldn't see from this angle, and so he clicked a button and he viewed another angle. This time, it was just above their heads, and pointing toward a woman.

Glitter… He thought as he watched her sitting on a desk, crossing and uncrossing her legs as if she were bored to death. The woman got up from her seat, and getting bored, David looked to another monitor.

For now, it seemed that his head was clear. For now. The migraines would come soon, followed by all of those cluttered memories. Memories that couldn't have been his own-but how did they get there? What was he remembering? That redhead, who was he remembering, who was it that haunted his thoughts? The only clear 'memories' he had were those just minutes after waking up in a laboratory. Then only months later he had started dreaming about things that he couldn't remember. All of the faces were blurred-wait…no…not all of them. There was one particular redheaded girl that stuck out from the rest. She was perfect. Everything else was twisted and distorted…but she was…Important perhaps?

David shook his head. Stop it, Steve- David's eyes went wide as he sat there. Why did he just call himself Steve? Who's Steve? I need sleep, that's all. David clicked another button and the monitors went black, the room covered in shadow. He leaned back in his chair, took a breath, and started to close his eyes-and there were voices outside the door, down the hallway.

Claire had been walking around aimlessly for a long time. She didn't know the exact hours, but really didn't care. All she knew was that she'd been walking for a long time. The redhead stopped by a bench on the sidewalk of the downtown area and sat down. She sat there, fiddling with her handgun, and thinking of where to go. Thinking of the chance she actually had of finding them.

When she woke up in that small room just under the Oval Office, there was another door to go through, but it was locked. She guessed that's where they were still, underground, snooping around a secret Umbrella lab deep under the White House. Who would have thought? Who would have guessed?

Sighing, Claire sat back and looked up into the clear blue sky. "Maybe I should find a car, and leave D.C…Maybe I'll find a shelter. I'm sure the militaries done something by now." She whispered to herself. That was her best option, maybe she would comb the streets in the car before leaving, just in case her friends were still snooping around outside for some unknown reason.

Claire nodded to herself; she should escape while she had the chance. Luck was on her side, and at any minute, a horde of zombies could walk into D.C searching for a meal. Claire stood up and tucked the handgun inside the waist of her pants and started walking down the street, toward a nearby car.

The back window of the car was broken out, the passenger and the driver side doors were wide open on the two-door Monte Carlo. She didn't actually like the car, the old ones maybe, but no the new ones. She knew a lot about cars though, Chris and herself used to go to car conventions together, and this could very well be the fastest one around. It was a SuperSport anyways.

Claire bent over and looked into the car, it was clean. No bloodstains. And there was a nine-millimeter handgun lying in the drivers seat. More searching of the car developed two magazines. Claire quickly pocketed the items, and luckily she found that the keys were in the ignition. But the gas was gone, empty.

Claire pulled her head back out of the car, frowning a bit. She just had to find a gas station, maybe even find a better car along the way-and she halted, clearing her mind suddenly and she listened. Listened for a sound that was an answer to her prayers. A hum that sounded like that of a helicopter not far away…and then she saw it. A black helicopter, appearing from behind a building, and it was coming her way, down the street she was standing on. Claire started jumping up and down, waving her arms and yelling for the helicopter to stop and pick her up.

A/N: Alright, another chapter in the book. Another late update. Sorry, again. But next update should be a lot faster, as long as it ain't a busy week or anything. Thanks for reading, as always. Please review!

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