Wesker found himself in a dark alleyway at the rear of the shop, dozens of zombies clambering through the wreckage of the shop behind him, following him slowly but steadily. Wesker looked to the ends of the alley. There were two ways out, and he set off towards the end to the north. He might as well start off in the direction in which he was hoping to continue...
About half a dozen zombies lurked at the
end of the alley, and Wesker raised his MP-10, opening fire, cutting
them down. There was a sudden loud CLICK. The gun had jammed! A dog
growled behind Wesker. He turned... No, NOT a dog! A cerberus! It
sprang at his throat, and as Wesker grabbed his pistol and pulled the
trigger, it too jammed!
The vicious monster went for his jugular
vein. As the rotting canine leapt for his throat, Wesker dropped to
one knee, and swung his left fist upwards, shattering the Cerberus'
jaw with a powerful uppercut. The decaying creature crashed backwards
to the floor, and struggled to get to its feet once more. Wesker
kicked it viciously in the chest, producing the sound of several ribs
breaking. Picking the monster up by its hind legs, Wesker then swung
it violently into the alley wall, splattering its blood everywhere
and shattering its skull.
He looked around. The horde of zombies was still some way off, moving slowly towards him. He took advantage of this lull to fill the chainsaw fuel tank with petrol from the can taken from the shop. His jammed guns would take time to clear, more time than he had right now.
Wesker holstered the useless pistol, took hold of the chainsaw carrying handle, and sprinted down the alley to the end. He turned left, and headed down the road. This route would take him to where he had been heading before the car crash.
Dozens of abandoned cars straddled the street, many crashed into each other, effectively blocking progress through it in several places. Passing through was like making your way through a maze. And amongst the wreckage roamed many of the walking dead...
Wesker needed to pass through here, and his guns were useless. One or two zombies, he could easily handle unarmed, but this many... Well, it was a good thing he had the chainsaw.
Wesker yanked on the starter cord, and the saw roared into life, settling down into a steady chugging sound. Albert raised the unweildy weapon, holding it out ahead of him, and started running through the maze of destroyed vehicles. A zombie lurched out of a space between two crashed lorries, and Wesker jammed his finger tightly down on the trigger. The chainsaw roared deafeningly, and then made a hideous screeching sound as it ground away at the ribs of the zombie. Wesker had impaled the undead creature on the sawblade, ripping its rotting heart to shreds.
He yanked the weapon out of his enemy, and continued on his way. An arm, more bone than flesh, reached from a car window, aiming to grab hold of Wesker. The saw howled as it sliced the arm from its owner. For good measure, Wesker jammed the weapon through the car door, killing the zombie outright. He pulled out the saw, kicking the door to help dislodge the now blood-spattered blade. Wesker himself was also covered in gore, his once-black combat suit now equally black and crimson.
Wesker carried on his way again, slicing two more zombies in half as he ran. Suddenly, something glinted in the sunlight. A split second later, Wesker realised what it was... The axe that was spinning towards his head, thrown by a plaga-infested human!