Resident Evil: The Final Chapter

Chapter 25: All Over Again Part 2

A/N: Thank you for the reviews of the last chapter, believe me, they are much appreciated. And all you readers that are too lazy to review…REVIEW! Sheesh! It doesn't have to be long, just tell me what you think!

Also, as I've said so many times in the past, this is the longest chapter yet. It clocks in at 10,000+ words.

Also, I have an announcement to make at the end of this chapter, and I want all of my reviewers' opinions on this. Please enjoy the chapter.

They were in the testing grounds, the specially made simulators. So much had been put into that system, it was the most advanced technology that he knew of. Everything was designed to look, smell, and even feel real. The water was the only thing besides the B.O.W.'s that was real about the simulations.

Spate sighed as he sat in the control room up on the top floor. Wesker wasn't to be seen, and wasn't in his office, he must have been trying to track them down. Spate wondered if he knew they were in the testing grounds? There were no cameras yet for the testing grounds. It'd never been used yet, had only just been finished.

I guess this is the first test…

Those monsters would be hungry, too. They'd be starved; they'd be extremely pissed off too. Wesker had designed several different scenarios for the B.O.W.'s to be tested in. The first he created was based on the Raccoon City Police Department. He knew the place well and decided that it'd be a good first project. He didn't follow the exact layout of the RPD, but from what Spate understood he tried to stick to the design as good as he could. The second he made was based on the now-gone Raccoon City. It seemed that he was obsessed with that incident from so many years ago. The third was based on a nice little forest, thus proving that he had no obsession with Raccoon City. The fourth was based on the island where the Los Illuminados resided. Finally, the fifth was based on a desert.

A sharp pain surged through his right arm, and he watched his gray, slender fingers start to spasm. They stopped, eventually, and had a slightly different form. His fingernails had elongated barely noticeably, and had become meatier, stronger. Spate frowned slightly, at himself. For being so ignorant as to work with a man like Wesker…

"…D.id you…mi…ss me?"

Spate stiffened at the sound of the voice, cracked, and coming in at different levels of volume.

"…She…s…dead…" It whispered from its unknown origin. "S…he…did not…de…erve…it…I'll take…Re…venge…for…h…im"

"Who?" Spate asked, he didn't move. It was no use to look for the source; there simply was no source to be found.

"Wes…ker…" It replied.

"She deserved whatever they did to her. Wesker deserved it, too." Spate spat, sickened at the thought of the two. There was no answer and he understood that the hidden form was gone.

Lord, forgive me…Help them-help the world…

1:52:00

After finding the digital timer that was seemingly a part of a large tree he'd stumbled upon, Jeff decided to head back and find Tara, to tell her what he found. Something was wrong, digital clocks just don't belong in forests, let alone inside of a tree. It had read 2:01, and some odd number of seconds. He wasn't sure what it meant, but it was counting down slowly.

Jeff had been gone for around twenty minutes now, about ten minutes to that odd tree, and another ten minutes back. He should be back to where Tara was very soon. Up ahead, he could hear water. They'd been by a creek, so he must be close to where he'd woken up.

Jeff had removed his jacket shortly after beginning his trek and tied it around his waist, just under his utility belt where his handgun lay in its holster. He wondered where they were, where everyone else was. Would they ever find each other? Should they stay in one place or go off searching?

Jeff stopped abruptly as he saw a figure up ahead near the creek. Jeff sneaked over behind two moss-covered trees and peered out at the figure. Shoulder-length blonde hair was laying against her bare back, the ends of it wet. It was Tara. Lying at her feet was a pair of black denim pants, black boots, white socks, black gloves, and a black jacket along with a utility belt with a handgun in the holster.

She was ringing her shirt out, trying to dry her clothing he guessed. Jeff stepped out around the tree and walked slowly toward her, despite the fact that she was wearing only her undergarments. He was within arms reach of her now; somehow he'd kept silent. Tara mumbled something and turned around.

This resulted in a scream from her and she backed up, almost fell. "Asshole." Tara spat and glared at him.

Jeff grinned. "Usually, in this situation, wouldn't the female cover herself from the eyes of the male?" He asked, still grinning. It wasn't like he was complaining or anything…

Tara shrugged slightly. "Isn't like this is the first time you've seen me naked." She took a step toward him.

"Your not exactly naked, though." He replied. He felt his grin widen, he knew exactly where he was going with this. It'd been so long…

"Close enough…that can change, you know." Tara responded as she took another step toward him. Now there were literally only inches between them. She was so beautiful, so pretty, so many sexy curves. But his eyes were caught in hers, they were literally trance inducing. He stared at her for a moment as her eyes glittered, her eyelids half open lazily. Tara tilted her head back, and he brought his down to meet her lips halfway. They were warm…

Awww-rooo!

Tara broke away from him and looked past him. The look on her face was of pure terror. Jeff spun around, and was shocked at what he saw. The dogs from hell were back. This time they were bigger, stronger looking. They had gray fur, and red glaring eyes. Each of them was growling fiercely on the other side of the creak.

He removed he handgun from its holster, and looked at Tara as she threw her shirt on quickly. She gathered up the rest of the clothes-and was running. She didn't bother with her boots, her pants, or anything else. She only gathered it all up in her hands and ran as fast as she could.

Why the fuck now?

Jeff turned to the dogs, and saw them charging across the water, splashing it everywhere as they charged. Jeff fired a few shots then dashed off, following Tara. Her petite form was far ahead, following the same path he had taken. He looked back over his shoulder and fired at the closest canine. It yelped, but he didn't watch it to see if it survived. He just kept running.

Tara jumped off of the path because it turned sharply to the left, and kept running forward. He glanced back again, and he saw the dogs-no wolfs-were still on their tails. They weren't getting closer, but were not falling back either. Two shots, both went wild. He didn't care. He hoped they could outrun the infected wolfs…

Jeff could hear more water up ahead, and soon he saw the source. It was a waterfall, and there was almost certainly a cove behind it. They came up to the waterfall, and stopped. There was a large pond of clear water separating them from the waterfall. He looked back, but saw no dogs. Had they lost them?

"Come on!" Jeff followed the banks of the pound toward the waterfall, and as he hoped, there was a path that led behind the waterfall and into an alcove. He led her deeper into it, and luckily there was a small opening they could probably squeeze through. "In there! Go!" Jeff ushered her toward the crack in the wall, and watched out for the wolves as she squeezed through the gap.

"Okay, I'm through!" Another look around and Jeff stepped into the crevice and sidestepped his way into the path. The tunnels lead into a much smaller cave with an opening up at the top that allowed sunlight to come into it. There was also a few rocks piled under the opening that would allow them to climb out.

"Perfect." Jeff walked over to her and they slid down to the ground. "You okay?"

"My feet hurt like hell, but I'll be okay…" Tara replied with a weak smile. He nodded to her.

"Look, get dressed, we'll rest a bit, and then go. The others might be close." Jeff said.

"Okay." Tara got up and moved away from him and started to clothes herself. Jeff didn't watch her, gave her the privacy she wanted by looking in the opposite direction. "Hey-look!" Jeff turned to her. She had one leg clothed, the other was still bare. In her hand she held a golden key. "What do you think this is?"

"Don't know. Maybe there's a door around here somewhere."

"In a forest?" Tara cocked an eyebrow at him and pulled her other leg through the pant leg. "Riiight…"

2:00:00

Claire stiffened as the screech echoed throughout the courtyard that they had stepped into. Reflexively, she retrieved her handgun and swept it across the yard, looking for anything. A column of light split the darkness behind her as Steve started to sweep the flashlight. But again, there was nothing-

"Wait-There!" Claire whispered, and directed her gun to a dark spot Steve had lit up just a second ago. Slowly the light crept across the darkness-and there it was. The creature was something known as a Hunter, vicious creatures with a killing instinct and huge killing claws. It was standing with its back to them, almost completely still if it wasn't for it's breathing. "I don't know if I can get a shot off, and it might see us if we make a lot of noise…"

"I'm on it." Steve answered. When she turned to him, he was handing the flashlight to her, and was removing the M-16 from his shoulders. "Put the light on it."

Claire aimed the flashlight where the Hunter was-but it was gone. "It's gone!" She gasped and swung the torch back and forth across the courtyard. "Where'd it go?" She asked, but not to anybody in particular- plod, plod, plod. Footsteps…but where-another screech, to her right. Claire turned, shined the flashlight, and it was only a few meters away.

"Shit!" Claire raised her Beretta up with one hand, kept the light shining on it-tat-atat-atat-atat-atat. The 121, the Hunter, was stopped by the hail of bullets the pounded relentlessly against its somewhat coarse hide. Finally it screeched and fell to the ground, deader then shit. But more screeches replied to it's own, and Claire was scared.

"We should go!" Steve grabbed her arm and pulled. The jerking caused her to drop the flashlight, but she didn't have time to retrieve it. She had to go. There was no telling how many of them there were, but their many screeches were combining to become one feral scream of rage and bloodlust. She hoped they were running away from, not too them.

Steve crashed through a door, and she was through not a second later. Objects blew past her in a blur, it was the small red brick building she'd ran across the first time she'd been here-something dropped from the sky up ahead and they skidded to a stop. The Hunter threw its head back and screeched. In a proposition of victory, or to call for its brothers she wasn't sure. But she would never find out because the rattle of the M-16 cut off its call. As soon as the creature fell to the ground, they were on the run again.

There was a crash behind them as they rounded a corner. Did the things just tear down a door? Another corner, and they came to two doors, one to the left, and one straight ahead. The one ahead was padlocked and they'd have just gone in a circle if they didn't tumble through the other.

Steve slammed the door shut, and they were now in what looked to be an alley. A large dumpster was pushed off to one side, and there was a corner up ahead. They started down the short alley and turned around the corner. One, two, four, carriers stumbled around the relatively small path. Beyond the zombies was a door. It only took five shots, one of which went wild, to take them all down. After seven years of all the zombie bullshit, being able to shoot one square in the forehead was like a sixth sense.

Crash!

"Move!" Tat-atat-atat.

Claire ran for the door and jumped, but not completely, over a corpse. She landed on its hand she guessed and probably turned its fingers to dust. Don't be locked! She smashed into the door with her shoulder, grabbed the horizontal door handle at the same time and pushed down on it and the door flew open. Instantly something grabbed her and forced her down to the ground and back out into the alley. The decaying creature held her down and opened its gaping mouth. It started to descend onto her. At first she didn't know why it stopped, until she saw blood spurt out of its forehead, and then more blood and flesh exploding off of its face as bullets dug into its head.

Claire pushed the Swiss Cheese-headed corpse off of her and got up with the help of Steve. Again he dragged her into the room, closed the door behind them, and they both stumbled into the dark corridor that they'd been forced into. The hall was very poorly lit, and very long. It seemed to turn again up ahead. She wondered what would be waiting for them around the turn…

"How many of them are there?" She screamed.

"Too many!" Steve answered back and shot a look behind him. She looked back too; the Hunter's hadn't gotten in yet. Thank God…

Claire slid around the corner, and saw that it was much shorter then the last. There was a door-and they were through soon enough. The next room they came across was about the average size of a bedroom, and as Steve closed the door she realized that it was a steel door equipped with a deadbolt that Steve slid into place.

"We should be safe." Steve breathed and slid down into a sitting position against the door. Where he sat he ejected a apparently empty banana clip for the M-16 and smacked a fresh one in.

Claire didn't give any acknowledgements to what he said. Instead she scanned the room. In the very middle was a small table, four people could sit at it but it'd be a tight fit. There was a large metal cabinet on the left wall, along with a clock, and an empty bulletin board. On the right was desk with a dim desk lamp, which was the only source of light in the room, and a toppled desk chair lying on the floor. There was also a pocket-sized book on the desk.

She walked over to the desk to check the book out, and when she opened it she saw that the first page was blank. And so was the second and third. Claire flipped through the pages quickly and something fell out of the bottom of it and clanked on the wooden floor. At her feet lay a golden key that looked to be practically ancient.

"What's that?" Steve asked as she bent to retrieve it.

"I guess it's the key to that red door we're supposed to find…" She scooped it up and put it into her back pocket when she stood up. "We ain't going to find that door just sitting-"

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Steve jumped up from his seat as something pounded on the metal doors he was sitting against. Screams of the Hunter's on the other side rose the hairs on the back of her neck, and it seems that they tried digging into the door with their claws as heavy screeching was heard.

"Come on!" Claire led the way out of the room.

1:50:00

He was pretty sure that when they got to the other end of the empty alley that they would have gotten away from the carriers. He was wrong. Dead wrong. About a dozen more waited for them on the next abandoned street. Luckily there was enough room to dodge the herd of undead. Now they were inside of a small shop that was completely empty besides a few barren metal shelves and a desk that ran the length of the room. There were shades over the one large window that covered about three fourths of the front of the store. He was sitting against it; Chris was standing near the door directly across from where Barry sat.

"How much ammo do you have left?" Barry looked down at his magnum. "I have one full cylinder left, and the other has three shots left. All three of my handgun clips are fresh."

"Let me get one of those clips, I'm almost out." Barry nodded and detached one from his belt and threw it to him. Chris thanked him and attached it to his belt before counting his shotgun shells. "I have thirteen shells left. This is some bullshit ain't it?"

Barry snickered. "Hell yeah…"

"What's that?" Chris asked, looking past Barry.

Reflexively, and fearfully, Barry jumped to his feet and spun around. "What? What'd you see?"

Chris laughed. "Calm down, I just saw something shining on the counter."

Barry felt himself redden, and when he saw the shiny object he totally forgot about his embarrassment. It was key. Barry stepped closer to it and grabbed it, as he did so he saw through the glass top of the counter that there were objects hidden in the shadows inside.

"Hey, there's something inside this thing…" He said, moving his face closer to get a better look. It seemed that Chris was not listening because there was no reply. Barry turned, ready to repeat him, and saw that Chris was gazing out into the darkness. "I think there's something-"

"Shh…" Chris whispered, staring out the window. "Holy-GET DOWN!" Barry didn't have a second thought, didn't question Chris' command. He dropped down, flat on his stomach, reflexively covering the back of his neck. He heard something whistling, not a second later glass was blowing up-BOOM!

The room actually shook as drywall exploded from the wall behind him. Debris rained down on them for a moment, and he started coughing as dust filled the room. GRAHHH!

"What the fuck is out there, Chris?" Barry demanded, still lying down.

"It's one of those goddamn things that killed George!" No further explanation was needed. Barry knew well what he meant; it was those programmable Tyrant-series creatures. The possible leader of Umbrella's army of Bio-Organic-Weapons. It was, unfortunately, perfect in every way possible. It could be programmed to carry out a certain task, it was virtually indestructible, could actually wield a weapon.

"Back door, now!" Chris ordered as he scrambled to his feet. Barry followed suit, and they both leapt over the counter to where a backdoor was tucked in the left corner. Shh-BOOM! Again the building rocked as the front of it exploded in millions of pieces of debris, and again they both dropped to the floor to the limited safety behind the counter. "Shit! Barry you okay?"

"I'm good!" Barry responded as he sat up.

"Let's go!" Chris scrambled to his feet, but Barry looked into the glass side of the counter. Inside lay some sort of assault rifles. Quickly Barry broke the glass with the handle of the magnum and reached in to retrieve two of the half dozen or so rifles that were inside.

"Here!" Barry threw one to Chris and in return Chris helped him up and they tumbled through the door. This led to a back alley where many cables with draperies hanging from them were drooping from the sky. Creating maze of sheets that did not allow them to see what was on the other side. Behind them the building rocked again, and Chris yelled for them to get going again-but his voice seemed to disturb something. Ragged breaths were drawn from something hidden in the veil of cloth that hung from the heavens. There were steps, heavy steps that accompanied the haunting breathing of some unknown thing.

Barry raised the assault rifle, and looked for the source. There was nothing to be seen, movement could not be confirmed because a slight breeze caused the material to sway back and forth making it impossible to tell where the creature was. Chris too searched, repeating the phrase 'Come on'; anxious to kill whatever it was and keep on moving.

The guttural gasping sent chills up his spine, as he could only imagine what was there. "Fuck this!" Barry looked at Chris, and he started firing the rifle that seemed to be a M4A1 Assault Rifle. He spread the shots out by moving the gun back and forth rapidly. Rounds tore through the curtains, or the clothes, whatever they were, caused them to flip up in the air, and that was when Barry caught a glimpse of something gray. It was about the size of a man, its face couldn't be distinguished but it had long arms, and a deformed-looking body.

Barry raised the M4A1 and fired shots where he had seen the creature. It cried out, and Barry knew he was connecting with his shots. It seemed to that Chris was focusing his attack on that area. Suddenly it burst from the cloths, and Barry was in its grasp. Mighty hands grasped his shoulders with such force that there'd be a bruise. The creatures face was horribly disfigured, and had evil-looking red eyes, and millions of sharp teeth that were pointing in all directions. The creature reared its head back-and a stream of bullets pounded its head with no mercy. Finally its head exploded from the force. A mess of tissue and blood splattered the walls, and him.

The headless creature stumbled back; blood spurted up from its neck, fleshy ribbons hung out of the hole where its neck had been. But it stumbled toward him in relentless hunger. Although its head was gone, it seemed that its brain was still there because its instinct to eat was still there. It groped the air, obviously blind, and Barry delivered a solid kick to its chest. Although he was pretty old, that didn't mean he couldn't defend himself.

The creature stumbled backwards, and there was a crash behind them as the back door of the shop was torn off of its hinges and flew toward them. Barry crouched down and heard the door smash into the headless creature. He looked over at Chris and saw that he too was crouching, but was scared. It was all over his face, in his eyes. Barry followed Chris' gaze to find the Nemesis creature standing inside the store. It had no rocket launcher, but by no means did that make it any less deadly. There was no way the Nemesis could fit through the doorway; maybe they could buy sometime that way-but it made the doorway bigger. It simply walked forward, and the entryway crumbled, allowing it into the alleyway.

"Can we get any luckier?" Chris yelled before taking off. Barry followed, noting as he ran past the formerly headless creature that it had a new skull. The material that hung from the sky blew past him as he ran. He couldn't see Chris up ahead, but knew he was there somewhere. It seemed that the alleyway stretched on endlessly, and as that thought passed he was proved wrong because he almost ran into Chris who was unfortunate enough to run into a wall hidden behind the draperies.

"Son of a bitch…" Chris mumbled as he swung the door open and scrambled inside. Barry followed and slammed the door closed. Up ahead, the scenery changed completely to a long stone corridor that forked up ahead. In the middle of the two separate paths was a sturdy looking metal door. They ran down the hall, and found that there was a message inscribed on the door.

"Cooperation shall lead to the way." Chris read. Barry listened as he looked down one of the hallways. It was pretty short, and he could see a lever at the end of it. "Hey, there's a lever down this hall." Chris said, as if he read Barry's mind.

"Funny, I was about to say that. There's one down this way to." Barry turned to Chris, Chris to him.

"Cooperation shall lead to the way." Chris repeated. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Yeah, let's try it out." With that they both separated and ran down either hall.

"Ready?" Chris yelled from his corridor.

"Yeah!" He yelled back, and Chris yelled that they'd pull the levers on the count of three.

"One…Two…Three!" Barry pulled on the lever, and he heard a noise that seemed to come from that large metal door. He ran to meet up with Chris, and once he got there the much younger and quicker Chris was there. Barry peered down the hall; it was dark, except at the end. There were torches on either side of a bright red door.

"We found it!" Chris yelled gleefully. Barry jogged after him, and at the end of the hall Barry handed him the key and sure enough the door swung open and into a bright corridor with metal walls, floors, and ceiling.

1:47:00

The cave was sort of like a maze, but they were just fortunate enough to take all the right turns. They even found a key; it grossed Ashley out when Leon pried it from the fingers of some poor soul that was hanging from the cave ceiling by a noose. It took them a lot less time then he guessed it would have to navigate the cave and find the end of it. When they did, they found themselves in a forest that looked quite dead. Everything was brown, deader then a zombie, but it was completely silent.

"If this is a testing ground for BOW's, then why ain't there a single one here?" Leon asked as they walked down the dirt path that lead seemingly nowhere.

"What is a B.O.W. anyways?" Ashley asked.

"BOW stands for Bio-Organic Weapon. Remember the things that attacked us back at George's place? That's a BOW. Actually, it's a highly evolved BOW. Probably the smartest of them all." He replied.

"What exactly was Umbrella trying to do?" She asked, sounding worried. Poor girl, caught up in all of this-a village. Leon got down and dragged her down with him. "What is it, Leon?" Ashley asked, even more worried.

"Shh…Keep it down…There's a village up there." He whispered, keeping his voice as low as possible. Leon peered at the village, scanned it. It seemed…lifeless, like everything else. He expected a bunch of Ganado's to be up there. "Follow me, stay low."

At a painstakingly slow pace he led her further down the path, and in about five minutes they were standing in the center of the village that was indeed, lifeless. However, the ground was stained in many places with blood, as were the walls of some houses. There was even something stuck to the walls, something that looked like…

"Spider webs…" Leon whispered.

"What? Whoa, whoa, whoa! Spider webs are not that big! Unless the spiders are the size of cows then-"

Leon looked at her, his face stern, serious. Hers flooded of all emotion; a grim look crossed her pretty features. "Remember who we're dealing with, Ashley…I think this village was put up as a feeding place for them. Look, over there," Leon motioned his head toward a small hut, one of few that was not damaged, "you can see a persons legs hanging out the bottom of the webs…"

Ashley looked, and she gave the reaction that he gave the first time he'd seen such a thing. It was when he was back in Raccoon City. Lord knew those things were huge…merciless… "Oh my God…" Ashley mumbled. "We should go shouldn't we?"

Leon pointed behind her, and she turned to look. "See that mound of dirt…It's not a mound, its a hole. Something barrowed it's way up to the surface. That's why there are no giant spiders. Be careful." Leon whispered, with the intensity in his voice he let her know he was being serious. "Come on, let's go." Leon placed his hands on her waist and directed her toward a path that lead out of the village, not the one they'd come in with. It was at least twenty yards away, a long walk but they had to be quiet, had to move slow.

Eeaaaaaaa!

The ground rumbled beneath his feet and they both stumbled a bit. Ashley started to fall, but Leon wrapped his arms around her and held her up. The rumbling caused them to get awkwardly entangled, his arms around her, one leg slightly bent and underneath her, one of her legs under him. The rumbling didn't stop, no, not even when the ground erupted like a volcano that spurted out rock and dirt. But the dirt continued up into the air and when finally it stopped, the curtain of dirt dropped and revealed a rubber cylinder enveloped in slime and filth. A strong smell of what seemed to be sulfur, and what was unquestionably the smell of rot and decaying flesh, filled the air and stung his nostrils.

Then the rubber thing shrieked again, and it started moving, twisted around, and bent what must have been its head toward them. At the very top slimy tentacles peeled back like a flower blooming to reveal its yawning throat. Its mouth was lined with sharp fangs. The creature, the giant worm, reared back and dove straight toward them. Leon held onto her and dodged to the right. But their entangled limbs caused them to fall to the ground not five feet from where they previously stood, they fell, holding each other and Leon pushed them to send them rolling a bit further away just in time to see the creature burrow into the ground as if it were jumping into water. It's body arched up, and followed through, disappearing into the depths of the earth underneath-

He scrambled to his feet and helped Ashley up. "Go! Go! GO!" Leon gave her a push that sent her away just as the creature exploded from the ground again, throwing up dirt and rock in the process. The impossibly long creature screeched and Leon fired his handgun not a second after pulling it from its holster. Tiny red marks appeared on the large body of the creature, and when the handgun clicked dry he understood that the bullets were hurting it as much as they would an elephant. It was just pissing it off.

The worm arched back again, and Leon ran for his life. He didn't look back, didn't stop, he just kept running until the ground rumbled and it disappeared once again. Ashley was directly across from where he was standing now, she was watching, seemingly horrified. While he stood there, a plan slowly formed in his brain. He had a grenade, it would be powerful enough to blow this thing to hell and back two times over. But how could he get close enough without taking risks?

Ashley!

Leon started toward her, the idea seeming perfect in his head. Another tremor started up, and he knew it was about to attack again. The probability though that it would come up out of the ground and eat him was low. Unless it could sense heat signals, he doubted it would get him-SWOOSH. The creature shot up through the ground not two feet away from him. Leon fell backwards and watched its body continue its ascent to the sky. Then, abruptly, the body arched and it slammed into the ground just behind him and disappeared once again.

With his heart threatening to break his ribcage, Leon scrambled to his feet and toward Ashley who seemed just as scared as he was. He hurriedly collected himself so that he could tell her the plan, and the earth started shaking again as he detached a grenade from his belt.

"Ashley! Here!" Leon forced the grenade into her hand. "I'm going to distract it, and I want you to put the grenade right in front of it, okay? Then get out of the way as fast as you can!"

"What? Are you crazy?"

"Ashley! Just do it! Please!" Leon grabbed her shoulders, her skin soft under his callused fingertips, and kissed her. "Please." He didn't know why he did that exactly, why he kissed Ashley Graham, but thought that the fact that he may die if she couldn't follow through and he'd never actually get to tell her how he felt, played a major roll in it. Leon knew he couldn't waste anymore time, and so he ran away from her, praying that she'd follow through with the plan. If not… There was no time to wonder 'if'. The ground sprayed up behind him and he knew it was now or never as he spun and slapped a fresh clip, his last clip, into the handgun and fired.

1:40:00

The last creature died, slowly, but surely. It died. The scorpion-tarantula crossover crumpled to the sandy floor and some unknown fluids spurted out of its body. Ten others lay scattered about. Luckily it had only taken two shots to kill them, and they were fairly large so a miss was very unlikely. Billy checked his clip for the handgun; he had eight shots left plus another full clip. That would give him twenty-three shots, if their friends showed up again that'd mean he could take eleven of them out, and maybe another with a well-placed shot to its brain. He also had two full banana clips for the M-16, so he was doing just fine.

"How're you with ammo? I got a shitload left." Billy said as he jammed the half-used clip back into the handgun.

"I have a clip for my handgun left, two mags for the rifle." Rebecca responded.

"Okay." Billy tucked the handgun into the waistband of his pants and motioned his head toward where they'd been walking. He adjusted the M-16 on his shoulder, his other still stung a bit and he found his arm hurt when he moved it. There was what seemed to be an oasis not far from where they stood. "Let's get going. I'm going to die of thirst real soon like."

Rebecca snickered and they started off again toward the small pond that was up ahead. It was small; he doubted two people could fit in it. Billy placed both hands atop his head; he was told that that helped keep you cool. He didn't know how, didn't know if it was true because he never really cared to pay attention, but he did it anyways. "Where do you think that door will be?"

Rebecca shook her head. "Not sure, actually. It'll be kind of tough to find a bright red door out in the middle of a desert…"

"Yeah…just like it was tough to stumble across a mansion full of zombies and other creepy-crawlies, right?" Billy laughed. "Trust me, babe, I've learned that nothings impossible. Even a guy and a girl getting together if they are ten years apart." Rebecca blushed and Billy laughed. "Sorry, not appropriate I guess…"

Another few moments passed and they within a few yards of the oasis. The water looked crystal clear, and was just beckoning for him to drink it all. Of course, he'd save Rebecca a few sips. Before they reached the edge of it, something demanded their attention in a very, very, big ass way. Billy spun as the ground shook beneath them, and what he saw was nothing short of…

"…Bullshit…" Billy gasped as he watched the monstrosity rise up out of the sands. The tan colored substance dripped off of its form like water. The creature itself was the mother of all scorpion-tarantula crossovers. It had to be at least four or five meters long. Probably as tall as a utility van, maybe taller. At the front of it, there were two pincers at the front of its body, they snapped open and closed, thick jagged edges were stained red with blood. There was also a thick tail behind it that was tipped with a large stinger. It resembled a scorpion in all ways, except for the fact that its legs were actually hair like a tarantula, and it had eight beady eyes and the weird mouth thin that spiders have.

The creature growled and started toward them, ready to fight, ready to kill.

…I'm going to piss myself, then shit myself. Then I'm going to do it all over again for the hell of it because I am fucked, and I can't think of anything better to do then fight huge mutant things that wanna' kill me…Sometimes I wish I were executed that day…

Billy groaned, and brought his rifle up and put it against his good shoulder. This was no time to be a bitch about everything, this is how it is, and there wasn't shit that he could do about it. Billy pulled the trigger, and the M-16 let loose a stream of bullets that he aimed for the things head. It was no more then five meters away right now, and if they couldn't bring it down in time, they would haul ass to get far, far away.

Rebecca's M-16 joined in on the raid of bullets. The rounds penetrated, the rounds caused milky fluids to spurt out of the creature, but it wasn't stopping. The gap was cut down to about three meters now, and it seemed to have no intent to stop. But he would stand his ground, he would kill it, he would- Shit this thing is big!

Then to prove that he was a total, and absolute idiot, Rebecca chucked a grenade at it and jumped backwards. Billy did the same, landed on his bad shoulder and spurted out every cuss he could think of right up until the explosion sent slime flying everywhere, and large chunks of armor-like exoskeleton crashing to the ground. Then when it was over he sat up and continued cussing everything because his damn arm hurt more then a kick to the balls.

Staring at the mess that the grenade had caused, and still cussing, he started cussing himself for not thinking about doing that. The grenade had pretty much dissected the creature, blown up its entire abdomen into millions of juicy little pieces.

Now that I think about it, my arm isn't that bad. Now that would hurt like hell…

Billy stood up and looked at Rebecca who was sitting in the sand still. "Nice job there, kiddo." Rebecca grinned up at him. "I had it under control though…could of taken it out."

"Uh huh…Now get your ass over here and help little ole me up." Billy grinned too and walked over to her and helped her up. She watched him for a moment…he watched her…and he soon realized that he was standing in monster guts. Ruining the moment completely, Rebecca laughed it off and they walked over to the oasis. This time he was careful of where he stepped.

There was no guts in the water, seemed safe to drink-and at the bottom of the pond that couldn't have been more then six feet deep was a red door. "You see that-" Billy stopped as he saw Rebecca removing her shirt to reveal a quite shapely bra underneath.

"I'm on it…Gimme' the key." Billy handed it to her and cocked an eyebrow. "And don't look at me in my underwear!" Rebecca started to unbutton her pants and he looked away. A few seconds later and he couldn't resist a quick look at her. No one would have guessed that the child-like Rebecca actually had any curves at all under all of those unshapely clothes. There was a splash and she was gone, under the water.

Billy walked to the edge of the pond to watch, and saw her at the bottom fiddling with the door. After a moment it opened up and the water in the pound drained out into the opening. Rebecca scrambled back up, sodden, and in her underwear. The sun reflected off of her wet curves, making her smooth skin shine. Could a woman get any sexier than that?

"What?" Rebecca asked as she walked past him to gather her clothes. Billy watched her every step of the way, watched her hips as she walked. When she finally got dressed they started down into the sandy pit that had once been a pond. Billy could see a ladder that lead down to a bright room with metal floors that reflected the unseen lights on the ceiling. "Come on, Billy, go!" She urged.

"Alright, alright." He started down the ladder and she followed suit.

1:56:00

In heavy, rapid, plodding footsteps the red-skinned zombie sped toward them with its clawed hands stretched out. Ada had never encountered a so-called 'Crimson Head', but she'd heard about them. They were the result of more mutating of the T-Virus inside of a zombie. After a set period of time, the T-Virus further mixes up the genetic coding of the zombies, and the product is a creature as deadly as one of the 121 series.

Ada fired off rounds, three to be exact, but it didn't stop and she and Jill ran to dodge it. Ada spun around as they ran, saw the creature run into the wall but push itself off of it and start toward them again. She fired three more shots; in her frenzied attempt only one hit home. It hit the creature where a dimple would be, and apparently the bullet got stuck somewhere in its bones because there was no exit wound.

It was still coming, and so she spun around and chased after Jill. They ran past a statue that was positioned in the main hall, and toward the front door. Jill was at it first, Ada there within a few moments, but by that time Jill yelled that it was locked. Both women turned and fired at the Crimson Head. At least five rounds pounded the former zombie, but it did not let up and they were running again.

This time to the door to the right of main entry, again Jill was there first, but this time it opened and Ada piled into it. She collided with Jill, but neither fell, and Jill slammed the door shut. Ada swept her handgun across the well-lit room, and it didn't take much time to figure out that they were screwed. It was a small room; it was a barren room besides a television in one corner. And there were no doors.

Thump!

Ada turned back to watch the door. The creature on the other side howled in anger, but the next second it was howling in a proposition of victory because its clawed hands easily dug through the wooden door. The claws withdrew, and then impaled the door again, then again, splinters of wood flew into the room, and the creature could be seen through the large gape it had created.

Ada back hit the cold wall, and she froze. She didn't know what to do, she was cornered-they were both cornered. Ada raised her handgun up and shot through the hole in the door. The creature on the other side paid no mind to it, and instead it raised both arms and smashed them into the door. The door exploded into pieces, and the creature stepped into the room and howled. Jill fired at it from not even two feet away, and it swung a mighty arm at her and knocked her to the ground. Then it came for her.

Ada fired, shot after shot. Her heart raced, her finger pulled rapidly, rounds pounded the creature. But none hit its head-she just couldn't get a good shot off. Click. Click. The handgun clicked dry and Ada fumbled for a new clip while she ejected the old. Taking advantage of the pause, the creature lunged forward as she smacked a fresh clip into the gun.

Bam!

The shot seemed to echo, and it was the one she'd been looking for. Not even a meter away, the creature's forehead spurted out fluids that splashed onto her clothing. The Crimson Head fell backwards and quick spasm later, it died. Ada sunk to the floor and took a breath as she watched the creatures motionless body that lay before her.

"Are you okay?" Jill asked.

Ada shot her a quick look then returned her eyes to the creature. "Yeah. You?"

"Yeah- Hey, do you see that?" Ada looked at Jill as she approached the Crimson Head, and knelt down beside it and retrieved a key that was attached to a key ring on its belt. "I guess we just need to find that door, huh?"

"Yeah. Let's go, this goddamn thing is giving me the creeps." Jill extended a hand to her and helped her up. Ada wiped at her bloodstained clothing. It came right off because of the type of material the skintight suit was made of. After she was done they started out of the room, back to the main hallway to find that door.

1:40:00

"When three heads are together, Cerberus shall rise to guard the gate to the way." She read the mural on the stone tablet and looked up at four statues. Three were of a dog, and the last was a dog without any head, but had three spaces in which it seemed something could be placed.

"These heads come off of the statues." Jeff said as he peered at one of them. "Gimme' a hand."

Tara complied and walked over to a statue and started twisting the head off of one of them. Jeff was already on his second statue by the time she was done. She walked over to the headless statue and fitted the head of her statue into one of the spaces. Then Jeff approached it and placed his two heads into the spaces, and the three-headed statue spun around and there was a sound as something seemingly opened.

She searched for it-and found it quickly. Oddly enough, it was a hole in the side of a hill. They approached it and saw that there was a staircase that led down somewhere. "Should we go?" She asked, peering down into the darkness. Jeff nodded and put his flashlight on before descending the stairs. It was dark, and it was getting colder as they went further into the earth.

There were probably twenty-five steps, and at the bottom they were inside of a huge cave with the walls lined with torches and a large metal chandelier with candles around the edges of it hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room. Opposite where they stood was a bright red door…

"Think this key will fit it?" Jeff asked as he peered at the door.

"Probably. Let's try it out." They started toward the door-and a metal gate that she hadn't seen before lifted from a hole in the wall and something growled inside. It sounded like a dog, except possessed or something. Then it stepped into the light of the room, and large bulky animal the size of a SUV appeared. It had four overly muscular legs tipped with thick, deadly claws. Its torso was bulky, and the muscles flexed as it moved toward them. The most dominant thing about the animal was the trio of canine heads that growled and snapped at the air. Each head easily as big as a average-sized computer monitor. The eyes burned fierce red, and multitudes of deadly teeth shone in the bright light, the canine teeth of each head had to be five inches long.

She stood there in awe, and in fear as the large creature stepped forward in earthshaking steps. Jeff started shooting, but she felt frozen. She wasn't a fighter, she wasn't brave, and right now she was scared out of her mind. The creature flinched, but kept walking. Jeff paused for a moment and she looked at him to see that he was jamming a fresh clip into the gun. Jeff continued shooting, but there was no effect. Soon the creature would be in the middle of the room, under the giant chandelier. Under the giant metal chandelier that had to weigh a few tons…

"Jeff!" He looked at her and she pointed at the chandelier. "Shoot the chandelier!" Jeff nodded, and she could see a sparkle in his eye as he realized what her plan was. He started shooting at it again as if to irritate it and keep it coming to them-and it started running. The powerful legs pumped and it ran toward them quick, she feared to quick, and four shots rang out one after the other within a few seconds.

The chandelier fell, and it was right on target as the huge metal structure slammed down atop the heads, smashing them under the weight. Before she could even move, cheer for him, he was grabbing her hand and dragging her toward the red door. When they got there he fumbled the key out of his pocket and she looked back to see the creature starting to stand up shakily. It shook the chandelier off of itself, and turned to them. One head was limp, hanging down nearly to the ground, bloodied, and smashed.

"Hurry!" There was a click and she turned around to see the door swing open and they ran in and slammed the door closed behind them. Just ahead was a bright red door.

1:45:00

Steve's head throbbed, with each beat of his heart his head threatened to blow up from the pressure that seemed to be applied to his skull. He watched Claire's legs in front of him, used her determination to keep him going. If she could do it, he could too. They'd already blown past three doors, and were now in what seemed a maze of concrete walls…and had something very big chasing them.

"Right or left?" Claire screamed as they reached a fork in the path. Steve turned around and looked back, the creature chasing them wasn't there but he heard it.

"It doesn't matter! Go!" Steve pushed her down the left path and it was just like the others, barren and gray-and then the wall just feet in front of them exploded into chunks of rock that littered the floor of the maze. Through the hole in the wall came the overly muscular two-legged beast that could have been a bear at one time, but was walking hunched over like a gorilla. It's mange looked sodden, maybe blood, and had roughly six inches of claws at each bulky fingertip. Its arms were impossibly long, big around as Steve's head. Atop its head were thick serrated horns that curved back somewhat like a rams, but did not curve into a full circle. The creature growled, opened mighty jaws lined with jagged teeth that could easily shred a person's flesh. Fierce red eyes settled on them and it took a step toward them-that's all it took and Steve was running back the way they'd come.

Claire trailed behind him, and was apparently taking shots at it. He still heard the pounding, running footsteps of the thing as it raced after them. Steve slid around the corner and sped off down the right path, the one they hadn't taken, and saw that up ahead it led to a set of stairs that went up to…a red door.

"Claire!" Steve pointed up to the door, and heard her yell for him to hurry. He glanced back and saw the thing perched atop the wall of the maze, gazing down at them. Steve turned his attention back to where he was running, and knew the thing was on the ground because there was an earth-shaking thump behind them. The steps were more then forty yards away he guessed, so he turned and shot at the creature with the handgun. Again it showed no effect, even when one hit its skull.

Damn, that thing is strong!

Steve turned forward again, pumped his legs harder, trying to gain more speed. He pumped his arms back and forth quickly, tried to push everything except trying to run faster out of his mind. He glanced back after a few moments and saw Claire was doing a pretty good job of keeping up-and saw was that creature. Not even realizing it, he reached the stairs and tumbled up them, almost fell, but Claire kept him from doing so. She pulled him up and they an up the stairs. He took them two at time, knowing that they had at least fifty stairs to climb. Steve looked back again, saw that the creature just reached the base of the steps- and leapt up them, covering at least ten steps in that single bound. It was already readying itself again.

"Faster, Claire!" He hollered-and the steps shook as the creature covered ten more, maybe a dozen. Steve turned, and saw it leap again-and it was practically on his heels now. The creature stretched an arm out and attempted to strike him, but Steve leapt to avoid the claws. He fell though, and saw that it was literally standing on top of him. Hot breath enveloped his face, might arms rested on either side of him, caged him under the creature. "Claire!"

"Steve! Close you eyes!" Obediently he did so, he didn't know what she would do, why she wanted him to do this. So I won't see how I die-

GRAHH!

Steve didn't even get to open his eyes when Claire pulled him out from under the blinded creature. Claire pushed him; let him lead the way up the stairs. There were probably twenty steps to go, give or take a few. "Ah!" Steve spun around and saw Claire on the ground, the back of her pants ripped to expose bloody tissue. Steve ran back to her and helped her up, saw that her chin was badly skinned, maybe even broke. The creature growled and stood up on its hind legs- and Steve shot at it. The third shot obliterated its left eye and it howled in pain and fell backwards, toppled down the steps-and then it stopped itself by digging claws into the stone staircase.

Steve wrapped one of her arms around his shoulder and went as quickly as he could without irritating the wound on her leg. He shot a glance back and saw the creature was coming, but much slower. Finally they reached the door and he dug the key out of her pocket himself and unlocked the door. One last look and they disappeared into the exit, slamming the door shut behind them.

1:38:00

Ashley was, quite literally, stunned. She couldn't even feel the weight of the object in her hand; she could only feel a tingling in her lips-no in her body. What just happened, did he just kiss her? Did they just kiss? Why? How? He acted so…uninterested, so professional a month ago in Europe, why the sudden change of heart? It was weird that she was only nineteen, and he was like twenty-seven or something, but it wasn't like this was the first time. It happened before at that mans house-but this seemed different…

Eaaaaaa!

Suddenly the world came back into view, and it was happening fast. Like it was a movie scene, moving very slowly to depict a certain person's feelings or actions, and then it suddenly moved at a normal pace that seemed simply too fast like it was on fast-forward. Leon fired, the creature reeled, Leon fired, the creature howled, and Leon yelled 'now'. She knew what he meant, and understood that it was time to actually do something.

But she was frozen; in fear rather then shock now. The moment of truth had come, and she was proving that she was absolutely useless. The creature came down, and Leon yelled for her-and it slammed down on top of him and it disappeared into the ground. The rest of its body followed through like it had done the first time, but it shot out of the ground again with Leon at the tip of its body, in its mouth. He yelled, flailed his arms-and then was gone.

Ashley shook the nightmarish vision away and gripped the hand grenade tighter. She took in a breath-and she was running toward the creature without another thought, she couldn't let him die. In the flurry of action, she saw something red inside of the only standing hut in the village. She pushed it out of her mind-and the creature was within feet of her. Ashley dropped into a shoulder roll, dropping the grenade the next moment and then springing to her feet and running. She turned; saw just in time that the creature was already plummeting toward Leon and-BOOM!

Large pieces of rubbery flesh flew up into the air; the force of the explosion causing Leon to fall-and a moment later the nastiest thing ever was touching her flesh. It was warm and slimy, and came down in pretty formidable amounts, but in very small pieces. The warm slime was in her hair, on her arms and her clothes.

Eww!

She wiped feverishly at the mess that had fallen upon her, sickened by it all. So wet and warm, so…disgusting! God, what I would do for a shower!

"You did good." Ashley turned to look at Leon who was also speckled with the nasty stuff. His skin also seemed a little blackened. He laughed and she glared at him. "You missed a spot." Leon said as he approached her and wiped something off of her cheek quite gently, affectionately. But this wasn't the time…

"I think the red door is in that hut over there." She said, pointing at the hut with the man plastered to it.

"Yeah, I saw it to. You ready to go?"

She nodded and they started over to it. Time to get out of here, and hopefully it'd all be over once and for all.

1:40:00

It wasn't hard to find the door, but it was hard getting to it. The door was closed off behind a metal gate, and there was supposedly a 3-digit password that used ten digits, zero through nine. Which made twenty-seven combinations; Ada was working on her tenth one. There was probably a pass code somewhere, but it was too late for that now because a horde of creatures was preventing them from doing that. They were small, about the size of a large possum, but they were pretty quick, and died easily. One shot killed them, she thanked God for that, but she wondered just how much longer this would last. She had only one full clip and a few shots left in one magazine for her handgun, and she really didn't want to waste M-16 bullets on the small creatures.

She couldn't really see the creatures too good, but they were four-legged, tailed, and had claws. That's all she needed to know. It didn't really make a difference what they looked like, wouldn't help her too much in her attempts to ward them off. About the twelfth creature died off as a bullet ripped through it, and the handgun clicked dry. Jill ejected the clip and shot a glance over her shoulder.

"Hurry up!" She shouted as she jammed a fresh clip home and started firing again as soon as this task was complete. The creatures were coming in an endless flow from some small ventilation shafts near the door opposite where she stood.

"I'm trying, Jill!" Ada yelled back, sounding frustrated.

Jill wanted to argue with her, wanted to yell back at her. How did she actually know she could trust this woman? She was an Umbrella pawn, worked for Wesker and supplied him with what he needed. She was a sleek, sexy woman, the perfect person to work as a spy. Ada could easily seduce a man-or a woman depending on who it was- with her sex appeal, then take what she needed from them and run.

Jill gritted her teeth and kept firing. For now she would trust her, seeing as how it was the only thing she could do. Besides, Ada was just as trapped as she was-

"Jill, I got it!" Jill spun around, hadn't even heard the iron gates lift, and she ran through them and down a very short corridor to the red door. "I'll cover you!"

Ada fired at the creatures as she fumbled the key out of her pocket and inserted it into the door. It clicked, and she swung it open to reveal just what she wanted to see. A corridor of shiny metal and bright lights was revealed to her and she ran through. Ada wasn't far behind and they both slammed the door shut together.

"Phew…" She breathed, looking at Ada. "Good job."

Ada didn't reply, just caught her breath and Jill decided she'd do the same before continuing.

1:32:00

A sleek female voice told him that the missiles would launch in one hour and thirty-two minutes, and would tell him again in two minutes that they would launch in one hour and thirty minutes. This would continue down until the last minute, and then it would count down by seconds.

Wesker stood at the end of the hall, directly across from the door that they'd come through. The first thing-the last thing- they'd see would be him. They were all out of the simulations, his mind told him this, and would come through that door at any moment. At first, he was going to show them mercy, was going to let them witness his dream, maybe even release them into it like guinea pigs…But then Ada had to double-cross him, they had to escape, had to try and stop him. And then they put hands on his beautiful wife…

He would kill them now, but not quickly. No, he'd drag the fight on, injure them, but not kill them, make them feel real pain. A quick death was too good for them. After what they'd done, all the bullshit that they'd put him through-he was going to end their pathetic lives and then sit back and watch the world crumble under his power.

Wesker adjusted his shades, his crimson eyes glowed lethally beneath them, and he sensed them coming. Come, come and meet Death…it beckons you…

A/N: Alrighty, that's the chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed it, and I beg of you, PLEASE review! Flames, or comments, I don't care! Jus review!

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