Resident Evil: Evanescent Dreams
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters related to Resident Evil. Any similarities between monsters in my story and someone else's is completely a coincidence.
Two
Son of a bitch, how did Umbrella come back after all these years?
Krueger continues to read the reports, the latest one dated seven hours ago.
This one catches his attention and holds it...
Date: 07/22/2010 Time: 5:25am. Report for Head Executive Diamond of the Dead Waters Lab. We've heard of the incident with the prototype, as a result, we're sending in our best man, Dr. Joseph Torte. Dr. Torte will oversee the containment and storage of all projects from now on, don't judge him by his age, he may be just nineteen, but he's the one responsible for the quick repair and cover-up of the Manhattan Incident. Also, along with Dr. Torte, we will be sending new subjects for your experiments. We sent the ones you ordered, and then some. The afore-mentioned items will arrive sometime within the hour. Remember, if the Fusion Virus gets out, all if lost. Your reputation, and ours, depends on the success of this virus. From: White Umbrella
Post Script- Make sure you take care of the drill elevator, the oilrig crew will be arriving shortly after Dr. Torte.
"Damn, that sucks. You think he made it here?"
Trudie looks up from it and says, "Yeah, the report after it is a day-log from the good Dr. Torte. It's not important though."
Krueger nods and paces around the room, rummaging through the bare shelves for anything, "Ok, unless you want a big gulp of ant spray, then there isn't anything here."
Trudie frowns and says, "I wouldn't trust anything in this oilrig. Hey look at this one, it discusses our unit."
Krueger arches an eyebrow and begins to read. . .
Umbrella has gotten wind of the leak, they dispatched one of their 'Dummy' units to help solve the 'terrorist situation'. They will be sending two teams, the first one has no clue what is happening. The second team is the sweeper group, they were given slight hint of what is going on, but one order, 'shoot on sight'. The Sweeper team will be sent an hour after the Dummy team. Prepare to get rid of all research, subjects, and projects, this is it for the Dead Waters facility. The escape pods are to be jettisoned within thirty minutes, with or without you in them. If you have to, release everything, BUT only as a last resort. Remember, destroy all data. LeakInThePipes
"Guess it didn't work, did it?" asks Trudie as she closes the message.
Krueger shrugs and checks his clips, just as something LARGE bangs into the wall and door, shaking the items off of the shelves.
Krueger helps Trudie up as she asks, "What the hell?!"
Krueger holds up his M16 and waits, and waits, until the mystery being finally breaks through the wall, the shape and sheer size frightening enough, the green, pebbly skin, the build, this beast looks like a zombified Incredible Hulk. It holds a bent piece of metal and growls continuously, the sound like a hundred snakes stuck in a deep well. Krueger stares in fright/amazement as Trudie opens fire, the rounds from the M8000 bouncing off harmlessly, the rounds flattened out too much to pierce.
Krueger pushes her hands down and says, "No, you're wasting rounds, watch this. . ."
Krueger pulls out his Eagle, he fires and a round pierces the fire extinguisher that is tucked under the thing's left foot. A small explosion rocks the ground as the beast disappears, falling through the gaping hole where it once stood. Krueger looks over the edge and frowns at the still-standing beast.
"Son of a bitch is still standing," is Krueger's only remark as he gazes at the shrinking beast.
As Krueger walks back to Trudie as the Hulk-thing shrinks into the form of a zombie, and casually slides off, groaning and moaning the whole way.
Oh my fucking GOD!! What the hell was that shit?!
Trudie's heart is racing as she stands up, with Krueger's help.
The thought keeps repeating, wanting to break through, but the only thing she can say is, "Damn it."
Krueger nods and looks down the hole, growling in frustration as the beast is gone.
"Seems like our little guest is missing, can you check the map, you haven't done that since we arrived on the oilrig."
Trudie nods dumbly and opens the laptop, then turns it on.
She types away and then shouts in accomplishment, "I got it! We're... not... on the map..."
She bangs her head against the wall she is leaning against over and over again, "Can this get any worse?!"
Krueger places a hand on her shoulder and says, "Please don't say that, it can get worse, that thing just proved it. Now, you say we're not on the map?"
Trudie nods and says, "Yeah, there's a blip where the drill/elevator is, but the dot means it's not working, along with the rest of the electric doors and computer consoles. Something happened in the hour after we used the elevator. I think it's the Sweeper team, we should be careful."
Krueger nods slowly and says, "How's your aim nowadays?"
Trudie shrugs and says, "It's gotten better, but I think you have the better aim."
Krueger let's his arm shoot toward his Eagle and pulls out the weapon. He aims it at something down the hall and says, "Move to the right, very slowly."
Ok, this is getting strange, first, we have zombies, then the Hulk-thing, then who the hell is this?
"Name yourself!"
The form at the end of the hall laughs and tosses a small ball toward him.
Get away, Trudie, get back.
The ball rolls to his feet and Krueger kicks it back, not taking his gaze off the man, Ok, it's either a flash, napalm, or smoke.
The bomb explodes, the light blinding to Krueger's maladjusted eyes. He wraps his left arm around his eyes and fires blindly down the hall, grimacing at the sound of someone grunting in pain. The light fades to the sight of a faint blood trail moving around the corner.
Trudie walks up next to him and asks, "What happened?"
Krueger shrugs an says, "I think it was one of the Sweepers, tossed a flash grenade. You ok?"
Trudie nods and grabs her helmet from the table, "Do I actually need this?"
Krueger shrugs and replies, "Not really necessary. Now, which way?"
Trudie steps up to the hole and peers down, "Well, every door I checked was locked, so, how about we head down?"
Krueger frowns, then smiles, as though he is actually considering it, then he says, "No, I don't want to meet that Hulk-thing again. I say we follow our mystery attacker, he had to of had a way out."
Trudie nods and jumps over the hole, but just barely making it.
She leans forward and says, "Come on, unless you can't make it."
Krueger growls behind her and jumps, but he's not so lucky, his waist slamming into the edge of the hole, knocking the wind out of him.
"Krueger!"
Trudie dives for him and she clasps his shoulder, but his wife-beater tears, leaving Krueger to fall into the level below. Trudie sits back and stares at the chunk of his shirt in her hands.
A single tear falls down her cheek before, "Hey! Trudie! I'll check it out down here, you follow the Sweeper, we'll meet back here in thirty!"
Trudie smiles and leans over, the tear falling off the tip of her nose, "Yeah whatever you want. I'll be back in thirty!"
Krueger nods and turns, then disappears through the open door.
Bye, Krueger...
She turns and follows the blood trail, amazed at how it's growing rather than shrinking.
"He's losing a lot of..."
Her sentence is cut off as the man kicks her from above. Trudie flies back and slides along the ground, the barrel of her Fa-Mas scraping the steel ground. Her back slams against the wall and she holds her M8000 up, firing rounds blindly down the hall, until her sight comes back, then she fires at the man, who shakes and drops, the rounds severing his arms at the shoulders.
She stands up and sighs, "Ok, that is weird, he's wearing one of our uniforms. Oh no, it's Ben..."
She silently wishes her once teammate peace and walks down the hall, one of the doors at the end blown open by a type of explosive.
Oh shit! I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die!!!
Krueger rolls to his left into the offshoot, just as the Hulk-thing runs past, its momentum carrying it on. Krueger holds his racing heart and sighs loudly, but it's short-lived, as the Hulk-thing throws an arm down. Krueger jumps to his feet and dives into the door, praying to god that it's open. He slams into it and his weight smashes the bottom of the rusted metal door open, the hole just big enough for his body. He clambers to his feet and charges down the dark hall, screaming in pain as he trips over medical equipment, or whatever the heavy machinery is. He grasps at the walls as the door tears open, the Hulk-thing growling madly. Krueger can here its drool slop onto the steel as its feet pound faster and harder, making the ground beneath Krueger waver and fluctuate, knocking Krueger to the ground. He lands on his hands and knees, his face pointed to the left at a vent grating. He slams his shoulder into it and climbs in, feeling the wind of the Hulk-thing rush past.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.
He breathes slowly until his heart calms down, then he begins to climb through the ventilation system. His thoughts turn to Trudie as he stands up, the vent system turning upward. He jumps and crawls into the upper systems.
"Ok, this is strange..."
Trudie can't even describe the scene before her as she looks over the massive room, which slightly resembles a construction site, mounds of steel girders, empty boxes of dynamite, the welding tools and various building equipment.
"Damn," is the only word she can use, which fits perfectly.
She holds her M8000 up and steps forward, her bootsteps echoing across the vast room, giving the room the usual empty feeling. She immediately looks toward the far corner, an old habit she hasn't quite gotten rid of, and spots the crate situated in the crevice, the crate shaped like a coffin.
I'm afraid to open... But, I got to, it's the curious side of me.
Trudie smiles at the child side of her thoughts and places a hand on the metal latch, but dropping it as the case shakes violently. A muffled voice filters through the wood as she steps back. She fires twice through it and walks off, her eyes wide with shock.
Ok, what did you shoot him for, Trude?
"Oh shut up."
She opens the farthest door and closes it immediately, the sight of the hundreds of zombies scaring the living daylights out of her.
"Not good, not good at all."
She looks down at the dynamite box at her feet, one lovely stick left. She grabs it and walks over to the welding equipment, grabs the torch, and lights the stick. She runs to the door, tosses it open, and throws the stick in. She slams it and dives behind a pile of steel girders.
Please God, let this work. Please.
"Oh hell no, what the hell is this?"
Krueger crawls around an unrecognizable pool of muck, groaning at the rotten smell. He comes up to the grate and peers through, trying to figure out if it's safe or not.
"Oh, dude, that's gross, don't touch it!"
Hmm, who might they be? Are they the Sweepers?
Krueger shakes the thought off and waits in silence, as the two men walk on, stepping over the remains of something. He listens for another ten minutes after the door closes, then he smashes through the vent grating. He lands in a crouch and stands up, looking down at the bodies lying near the door.
Oh sick, they were disemboweled, but from the inside-out.
Krueger looks away and turns the opposite way the Sweepers went.
He pushes the door open with the barrel of his M16 and sidesteps in, keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary, An underwater lab, zombies, what isn't out of the ordinary here?
Krueger reaches the last door and places a hand on the pad, hoping this isn't really electronic. To his amazement, and surprise, the door slides up, releasing hissing air.
"Curiouser and curiouser."
He steps in and the white mist envelopes him, the door sealing behind him.
"Oh shit."
"Oh damn it all to hell."
Trudie slides her hand off the handle and slides down the door, banging her head against it the whole way.
"Every damn door on this level is electronic. Damn."
She lays her hands down on the steel and sighs loudly.
"Hey! There's someone in here!"
"Well, break the door open!"
Trudie stands up and growls lowly, then silently walks down the hall, then opens the door, and hides underneath the pile of girders, sliding in between two girders. She breathes shallow as the door she was once leaning against smashes to the ground, two of the mystery Sweepers walking in.
"I thought you said there was someone here?"
One of them taps the tip of his boot on the ground and replies, "I did, I swear. I promise I heard someone say something, and then sigh loudly."
The other one growls in frustration and says, "Let's get out of here, there's obviously no one in here."
Trudie listens to the fake footfalls and smiles.
Do they think I'll believe that? These can't really be the Sweepers.
She can hear their breathing slightly and nearly laughs, Oh my god! This is great.
She silently gasps at the clicking of an automatic, the sound of rifle-fire ricocheting off of the steel girders.
Oh damn!
Krueger wipes the white mist off his face and looks around, frowning at the white everywhere.
"Man, looks like I landed in a Winter Wonderland."
He fumbles through the room and slides a hand across the keypad.
God damn it. That's not cool.
He wipes the white mist off of the pad, looking at the ten-key.
"Hmm, I wonder if Dr. Evans's card-key will work?"
He fumbles around in his pack and pulls out the black card, reading the red numbers aloud, "Seven. . . Nine. . . One. . . Eight. . . Four. . . Six. . . Two. Aha!"
He presses ENTER key and the door slides open, the cold wind blowing the white dust off of him. He steps into the Clean-Room, which is just that, clean. He stares at table and remembers his dream, that horrible, scary dream. He walks up to it and slips, his boots still wet from the little shower. He lands on his back and coughs loudly, the wind knocked out of him. He stands up and walks toward the table, which is covered in sterilized instruments, scalpels and the like.
He picks up the giant hacksaw and whistles, "Boy, this could slice through a bone in one fell swoop, man!"
He tosses it aside and stands perfectly still, the raspy, scratchy breathing sending shivers through his spine.
He spins around, holding his Eagle at the form slouched in the corner, Oh hell no!
He fires twice and the thing jumps at him, claws extended.
Trudie climbs out, arms raised, from the pile of steel girders.
Ok, it's time to use my feminine wiles to escape this... Did I just think that?
"Well, hello..."
She looks the closest one up and down, making mental notes of where his weak spots could be.
"Well, hello to you gorgeous, what were you doing hiding from us?"
Trudie looks at the other one and he smiles wickedly, obviously mentally undressing her.
Oh my god, what a pervert.
"I thought you were out to kill me," the false fright enough to fool the hormone-strung men.
The one farthest from her steps toward her and says, "Hey, we would never kill someone as pretty as you," he places a hand on her shoulder and begins to slide it down her back.
Oh, bad move buddy.
She knees him in the groin and grabs his handgun, the fires at the other soldier. He falls dead and Trudie pushes the other to the floor, who is still gasping for air.
She straddles his chest and says, "Now, baby, let's get our priorities straight. You can't kill me, I have the gun, I can kill you, because, I have the gun. Last, I will kill you, because?"
The soldier looks at her and gasps, "You have the gun?"
Trudie smiles and says, "Good boy, now make your peace with God."
She stands up and places her feet snug against his head. She twists her waist and his neck snaps.
"Thank you. Now, what guns do they have?"
She bends down and rummages through their weapons.
Krueger jumps onto the table and the beast's claws dig into the tile, sending huge chunks into the crisp air. Krueger lands on his back and empties the clip under the table, the rounds digging into the head, but having little effect. It shrieks louder and throws its arms forward, the joints snapping and hyper-extending, the arms reaching nearly ten feet. Krueger crawls backwards and screams in fright of the beast, wishing it was dead, nonexistent. The arms wrap around each other and form one monster, tree trunk sized appendage. The claws dig into the wall around his head and begin to slide inward, closing the gap around his head.
Krueger slides to his back and rolls to his left, changing the clip in the Eagle the whole time. He stops against the wall and jumps up, draining the clip into the standing beast. Blood quickly covers its head and chest, too much for it to be standing, alive, anyway. He screams in horror and drops the spent gun, exchanging it for the M16. He fires wildly and clips a canister slouched in the corner, causing it to explode. The beast is engulfed in the searing heat and explodes, some part of it obviously combustible. Krueger slouches back into the corner and sighs loudly, the sound echoing off of the room.
He looks at what is left of the beast and says, slight humor in his voice, "This is going to be a LONG night. . ."
Trudie drops the empty weapons, but keeps the Mark23, being that it's military issue.
She slides it into a spare holster and drops the empty clips, "Damn, they can't even keep a loaded weapon. Thank God this was half-loaded, or I'd be on the ground, drowning in my own blood."
Trudie looks around and spots the door they busted down, then runs through it, nearly tripping over the decapitated thing, Damn it, Trudie, that thing is a zombie, plain and simple.
Trudie nods at the true statement and walks over the body, grimacing at the horrible smell.
She holds up her M8000 and opens the closest door, her hand banging against it, "Locked, damn."
A small smirk breaks her lips and she pulls out her laptop, and a small cord.
"Alright, I got a ten-day charge in this battery, that should at least power the door enough to open it once, hmm, a one-way trip. Great. . ."
Trudie snaps a cord into the pad and presses a key on her laptop. Now beginning power transfer... Now beginning... Trudie smiles and watches the battery drain. Her computer beeps and then dies, the door opening slowly. She steps in and slides her dead computer into her bag, then she holds up her M8000, grinning at the sight before her.
"Oh yes, I hit the jackpot!"
She looks over the ten cots and seven jackets, each jacket from a different college, but a college funded by Umbrella, now that she thinks about it.
"Well, we know that Umbrella has a foot in everything. Oh, well what is this?"
She picks up the hefty-looking handgun and opens the barrel, noting the five spent shells.
"Didn't get you much, did it?"
She drops the spent shells and stares at her one good round, frowning at the Umbrella name etched around the flint. She searches the room for a good ten minutes before coming up with one thing and one thing only, a single note written in quick short-hand. She opens it and begins to read it silently...
To my darling wife,
This will be my last letter, I just hope they'll let me deliver this, for they're sealing the oilrig, why, we don't know. Ever since they started working on the drill, everything has changed. I dread that^\/
That is everything, after that, it's just one big scribble. Trudie tosses it aside and sighs heavily, then screams as the door closes, from loss of power.
"Damn it all to hell!"
Trudie looks at her watch, 7:25am.
"It's been exactly two and a half hours since we left the base, Jesus, it feels like it's been longer."
She shrugs the time off, then remembers Krueger.
She turns toward the door and shouts, "Shit!!!"
"One thousand bottles of beer on the wall, a thousand bottles of beer, take one down, pass it around. Nine-hundred and ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall..."
Krueger continues on, thinking about the number he started on, four million. He continues on and walks around the room, thinking of every possibility of how to escape.
"Nine hundred bottles of beer, take it around, pass it around. . . Ah screw it! How the hell can I get out of a sealed room! NO!!!!!"
As he continues screaming, the wall he stopped near rumbles and ripples, just like water. Once the ripples cover the entire wall, it begins to explode from the center, revealing the Hulk-creature, his hand resting where the wall once stood. It's breathing is slightly heightened, but what really scare Krueger is the broken left hand, which is handing on by enlarged muscle and tissue.
There is no way in hell, that thing is that zombie, there's no way!
Krueger shakes his head in disbelief of the creature's existence, fumbling for his gun, then the safety. He holds the gun in shaking hands and fires off three rounds, which bounce off harmlessly.
"Oh damn, this is going to hurt..."
The Hulk-creature raises its still intact right arm, squeezing the bleeding hand into a fist, then throws it forward. Krueger backs up and awaits the coming pain...
Trudie growls in frustration and lies back on the cot, the tiny springs squeaking loudly, "This blows, but hey, I'm safe. But for how long?"
Trudie looks around the room and rolls off the bed, landing on her stomach. She looks under the ten cots and pulls out a suitcase she never noticed before. She frowns at the red and white umbrella pasted on the black leather and opens it up, frowning at the lump of clay and a remote control. She picks up the remote control and presses the solitary button, hearing a tiny, electric motor start up from somewhere behind her.
Great, all these smart men and women, and look what I find! Play-doh and an RC Car.
Trudie moves the sticks and the car comes into view, a blue and black monster truck.
"Oh, I like."
She holds up the clay and notices how it's warm to the touch, "Hmm, plastique or C4, but..."
She looks at the empty suitcase, "No detonator.... Unless..."
She turns the RC Car upside-down and smiles at the device attached to the bottom, a detonator.
"Oh yeah!"