Five

"Trudie, stop. Do you hear that?"

Trudie snaps out of her thoughts and listens, hearing a muffled voice not to far off, "What is it?"

Krueger ignores her and they charge down the hall, broken and blaring lights flying past and melding into one beam. They stop as the voices grow louder, but there's nowhere to go. Trudie tilts her head down at the com-unit imbedded into the metal wall-runner, the voices coming from that device.

"Help us!!!!! A large creature is tearing us apart!!! We need help! We are on B6, this is Corporal.....{Static}."

Krueger punches the wall and shouts, "Damn it!! How is that thing getting lower!? Wait, are we on B6?"

Trudie nods and points at the bright green B6 on the wall, "Yep, but where are they on B6?"

Krueger closes his eyes and says, "West corridor, boiler room."

Trudie coughs and arches an eyebrow, "How do you know that?"

Krueger shrugs and says, "I just do. I can't explain it. It's happened every time we met the Hulk-creature. I can almost sense it, Trudie, it scares me."

Trudie shudders at his words and says, "Lead the way. I'll guard your back."

Krueger kicks the wall and walks down the tunnel, subconsciously counting the broken lights.

"Help us!!!!!!! Help us now!!!!"

Steven Evans smiles at the men on camera and swivels in his chair, mentally cursing the man who stole his lab coat. To think, he was at once on B3, now he is on B7.

"Well," he changes cameras to B1, watching as a zombie tears into the body of a Development scientist that was torn apart, "that's not cool. I wonder who it is."

He types at the computer and finds his two targets, heading straight for Umbrella-94.

He types some more and finds their files, "Hmm, the girl is Private Trudie Clark. Age 21, born..."

He types again and the screen scrolls down, "October 31st, 1988. And the guy is," he clicks the screen twice, "Colonel Krueger Donnelly. Age 25, born May 3rd, 1985. Crazy, his heart rate is extremely low, almost like he is extremely calm. And hello," he looks at the pulsating EKG and says, "can't be... The Fusion Virus can't work on a living human!"

He frantically taps away at the many keyboards in front of him and pulls up the file on the Fusion2.0. A 3-D model of a five-stranded DNA strand appears and begins rotating, each strand a different color. He skims through the files and finds the article he was looking for, but it's not what he was wanting.

Specifications for subjects of the Fusion Virus version 2.0.

The 2.0 Fusion Virus is the product of three months of Umbrella Zero-Gravity research. The first version was created by Hematologist Steven Evans. The first virus could only work on animals, making them grow extra appendages and the like. After approximately three days, the creature will deteriorate and die. The new virus can affect humans as well, it will become a zombie like with the T-Virus, but when it catches a whiff of blood, it will transform into a giant beast, reminiscent of the Incredible Hulk. It will have increased strength, endurance and stamina. After a couple of battles, it will lose its head and grow to giant leg-like appendages from its shoulders, raising its body ten feet off of the ground. From its back and sides, hundreds of tentacles will sprout. This new form will shoot its statistics through the roof. No weapon we have designed will stop this creature, it has even been theorized to withstand a ground-zero atomic blast. The only way to immobilize this creature is to possibly cut off its two mutant legs and each tentacle. That is almost all of the information we have on this subject, we will type more when we have the chance.

"Hmm, interesting. They perfected my creation, but who is responsible?"

Steven Evans runs his hand through his mustache and sighs, the sight of the Fusion creature tearing the commandos apart boring him, but he remembers his two little trinkets. Krueger places his left hand on the door leading to the fight, with almost absolute certainty.

Steven's eyes twinkle as he says, "This should prove most interesting, since they have no weapons."

"Wait, it's in here."

Trudie stops and looks through the crack, spotting blood and body parts lining the walls and floor.

"Oh, sick... Krueger it's not in there anymore."

Krueger's eye widen and he stammers, "Yeah it's right behind you..."

He lunges at the beast and it knocks him through the door, busting it off of its hinges.

He slides across the pile of splinters and parts, then crashes into the wall, "Damn that hurt like a son of a bitch."

He stands up just as Trudie flies past the door, her body flying with rag-doll physics.

Krueger runs out of the door and jumps at the Hulk-creature. He smiles as he closes in, then mysteriously stops, tight straps around his wrists and ankles.

"Screw you," spats Krueger as he stares into the blank eyes of the creature, four tentacles suspending him in front of it.

He squints his eyes and growls, "Do it. Go ahead."

The creature hisses and lifts Krueger into the air, his back flat against the ceiling. Suddenly, he's flying down to the ground, then his entire body is encumbered by pain. The creature lifts him up again, but something cuts one of the tentacles off. It flails to the ground and disintegrates.

"What the hell..." Krueger lifts his weak head and looks down the hall. His eyes close and he passes out.

"You want some more!!!!" Trudie limps toward the creature and tosses another chunk of metal at a tentacle.

It spins and slices through cleanly. The creature shrieks horribly, the sound making the walls waver and wobble, which creepily resembles water. Trudie tosses her last one and it cuts the last two holding Krueger up off. His form hits the back of the creature and rolls off, landing on the ground, motionless. She charges at the beast and slams into the back of one of the legs.

The leg buckles and the creature slides down the wall, finally becoming wedged against it. She continues running and picks up Krueger's body, without missing a beat. She continues running, rounding corners, opening and closing doors. After what feels like forever, Trudie finally feels safe enough to stop, finding a random room to rest in. She lays Krueger down in a chair and falls down on the ground, more out of breath than ever before.

She sighs and listens closely, her ear to the steel floor. When she's sure nothing is coming she looks up at Krueger, screaming as he is sitting upright, smiling at her.

"Hey, what happened," Krueger rubs his head, "I feel like I was hit by a truck."

Trudie coughs uncontrollably and says, "What is the last thing you remember?"

Krueger rolls his head and says, "The last thing I remember... Hmm I was being lifted up and then it went black."

Damn my head hurts.

"Is that it?" asks Trudie as she rolls her sore shoulder.

Krueger nods and looks up at the bump appearing above his right eye, "Yeah that is about it. So uh.. What happened after that?"

Trudie sighs and begins, "Ok first, the creature slammed you into the steel floor, it raised you up again, so I cut off the four tentacles holding you up. After that, I carried you for about a half-hour until we got here."

Krueger's eyes widen and he says, "That long huh? Wow, now where are we?"

Trudie shrugs and says, "I honestly do not know. But, it can't be safe here either."

Four loud bangs arise from far off in the B6 level, making the floor waver and ripple.

Krueger arches an eyebrow and remarks, "I still don't know how it does that."

Trudie keeps a keen eye on both the exits and then suddenly stands up, "We're leaving, you seem to be healthy enough."

Krueger groans in protest and walks out with her, noticing the absence of the combat knife, but he doesn't ask. They finally stop after ten minutes at a four-way intersection.

"Ok, we got two choices, UP or DOWN. Which one?" asks Trudie.

Krueger frowns and says, "We just got up, these down stairs are unfinished."

Trudie frowns and walks to one of the two sets of up stairs, "This one? Or that one?"

Krueger pushes past her and bolts up the stairs. A loud bang, followed by Krueger's form rolling down the stairs, fills her ears.

She places her hand over her face and groans, "Locked? Or no door?"

Krueger just sits on his face and growls, the words sounding like, "Door, just no lock."

Damn my head hurts.

"Well, that was interesting. She only has 97 tentacles to go. Oh, and those two legs."

Steven Evans tilts his chair back and throws his arms behind him, hitting a switch on the control panel. His left hand slides off and a light below it begins blinking, LAUNCH ALL PODS. A sound of air decompressing, followed by the sounds of flowing water, bring a sick, sadistic smile across Steven's worn features. He rubs his balding head and squints at the movement on camera 198Q.

"That zombie looks extremely familiar..."

He begins to type at the computer and brings up a name, "Ah yes, Private First Class Cain Wiseman. What are you doing here?"

He smiles at the 'fresh' zombie and stands up from his plush chair. A loud bang shakes the ceiling and sends some of the screens out of their slots and crash onto the ground.

His eyes grow as wide as hell as he says, "There is no way it can get down here. There is no way at all."

As if on cue, the ceiling begins to waver and ripple, the sounds of the Fusion-Creature filtering through it. The ceiling explodes and the Fusion-creature falls through, landing nearly an inch in front of Steven. He stumbles back and slams into the emergency gun-closet. He throws the doors open and pulls out a rusting shotgun. He pumps the stock and aims it at the Fusion-creature's tentacles.

He fires and pumps it again, "Oh shit, this can't be happening."