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.

Thirteen

Message for Doug Newman.

From:-: Umbrella Security System.

Open Message???

Doug sighs and runs a hand through his dark brown hair, wishing Umbrella could just leave him alone. He closes his eyes and opens the message, instantly not liking what he reads.

Doug Newman, we have orders to detain you at any cost. Do not resist us or you will lose your life. We have units at every airport, dock, train and bus station, and subway stations. We will apprehend you Doug Newman, just watch us.

The message actually had an air of heightened panic to it, which extremely funny and scary at the same time.

"So, uh, what you gonna do?" asks the kid from his left.

Doug looks at the driver and says, "Take us to pier 29. I have a plan."

Aya arches one red eyebrow and replies, "I hope you know what you're doing."

Doug laughs and retorts, "I really have no clue what I'm doing."

Aya and the kid groan in amazement and Doug says, "I'm just kidding. I have a very good idea for our escape."

Trudie holds the soldier back and spurts, "What's your name kid?"

He looks at her with anger and retorts, "I'm not a kid, I'm older than you!"

Trudie looks at him and growls, "You're the rookie here. Your inexperience will get you killed."

He leans back from her and replies lowly, "Chester Simpson. What now?"

Trudie frowns and mumbles, "Great, he's gone."

"Who?" asks Chester as Trudie steps into the hall.

She glances back and says, "Krueger."

She watches Chester drop the subject and she walks out into the hall, four parts of a man lying in the middle of the basically empty hall.

Chester steps up beside her and groans, "Oh man, not the captain!"

Trudie shakes her head and walks down the hall, in the direction Krueger went, she hopes. She is so dwelled into her thoughts, she nearly walks into the flooded drill tunnel.

"Well, he went down there," murmurs a shaken Chester as he leans against the wall, finally realizing that he was sent in to do what the 'dummy' team was sent in to do, die for the sake of data.

Trudie stares at him and places her hand on his shoulder, sliding the pole into her belt. Her eyes scan the hall and she sees it, the blood-covered shotgun tucked in the far corner, right where she kicked it. She runs to it, but something hard and solid shoves her into the wall, her left shoulder slamming into the concrete, giving her a new pain. She slides down the wall and looks up in horror, something new looking at her as a test, and a meal. She fumbles for the gun, but the creature pins her arm to the wall with one of its giant feet, one roughly the size of her torso. It growls at her and leans in closer, its breath smelling faintly of formaldehyde and ether. As she sits there, staring into the eyes of her soon-to-be-killer, she examines it. It looks like a tiny elephant, trunk and all. But it ends there, the real elephant ends and the T-Virus takes over. Around its mouth and coming through its nose are about thirteen to fifteen razor-sharp and blue tusks that protrude from its rubbery flesh. Trudie groans as it applies more pressure to her shoulder.

She clenches her teeth and screams, "Krueger!!! Chester! Kill IT!!"

Chester doesn't respond, she can't even tell if he's there anymore. She closes her eyes as three tusks slide against her skin, one on her forehead, and two below her ribcage. She prepares for the worst, but a loud, almost ear-shattering shriek brings her to the moment. She slowly opens her eyes as about a million squishes and three quick grunts pull the creature from her face. She looks at the hole-riddled creature, watches as it twitches continuously, its tusks, half of them broken, tapping against the wall. A cold, clammy hand rests on the top of her head and she looks up, a shaken, distraught Chester looking down at her, a broken pole clenched in one hand.

Her lips quiver as she asks, "Did you kill it?"

Chester shakes his head and points down the hall, a single figure crouched in the corner, "He did. I'm guessing that would be Krueger?"

Trudie tilts her head to the side and stares at him, the man once known as Krueger Donnelly. The form shifts slightly, then jumps through the ceiling, leaving a single piece of metal in his wake. Trudie pulls herself up and limps down the hall, her gaze locked on the metallic cylinder-like object at the end of the dark hallway. Chester shouts something, but she ignores him, the item bringing a painful smile to her lips, it's a single clip of magnum rounds, possibly from one of the other bodies. She grabs it and looks up at the ceiling, a little spot of color disappears out of sight.

She clutches the clip and whispers, as Chester closes in on her, "Thank you Krueger."

Chester can't believe it, that THING was the Krueger that Trudie is talking about.

Just what the hell is Umbrella really doing?

He stops as Trudie stands up and she says, "Grab the shotgun, the shells should be close by, I got magnum rounds, Trudie happy.. Almost."

He watches her head lower to the clip and he clears his throat, "You got a plan for getting off this personal Hell-hole?"

Trudie sighs and says, "Not exactly, but we need to head to the labs' control room....."

She sighs and screams, "Damn it! The whole lab compound is underwater. We need to... No, we need.... I CAN'T THINK STRAIGHT!!!!!"

She drops to her knees and stares at Chester, a look of hopelessness in her eyes.

Chester stumbles for something to say and this comes out, "This isn't your fault."

This wasn't the best choice of words, as Trudie jumps up and shouts, "Not my fault? Of course it's not MY fault! It's you and your company's fault! If it wasn't for them and the greed of power, I wouldn't be here, losing everything, with one arm, and a retard who doesn't know the difference between a Fa-Maas, and a M16. If anyone is to blame, it should be you, but the people who are accountable for this disaster, they buy or kill anyone who oppose them. Anyone who is barely even related to them should be killed and burned."

Chester reels back at the outburst and hangs his head, feeling sorry for her, she's lost everything.

As will you if you betray Umbrella, forget the girl, keep your loyalty for Umbrella, they gave us everything.

Chester shakes the thought off and says, "Come on, we got to find an escape route. Umbrella couldn't have thought of everything, could they?"

Trudie laughs and replies, a little harsh, "They have so far. Well, I guess we should try. So, what now?"

Chester really hates being in this position, being forced to make decisions, he is NOT a leader, never has been, never will be.

He stumbles for an answer, only to come up with, "Uh, have you searched every room here?"

Trudie holds her left shoulder and says, "Heh, yeah, I'm pretty.... Pretty sure we did. Maybe we missed a few on the top floor. I don't know, it was so long ago, I think I've been here too long."

She checks her watch and says, "I think about a day so far, 24 hours in a hell-hole... I MUST be cursed."

Chester nods and holds up the shotgun, then spins around as a metal-to-metal scraping sound fills the halls, "Keep down, I'll take care of it."

He pumps the stock and cautiously walks toward the corner, the scrape turning into an annoying dragging sound. He steps around the corner and stares at wonder, as the halls are empty. The sound shakes behind him and he spins around, nothing there either. He becomes scared as the sound echoes again, from everywhere this time.

Trudie laughs behind him and asks, "What you looking for? It's me."

Chester spins around and sees Trudie dragging the clip across the ground.

She looks up and smiles as a bullet flies out of the clip, digging into the wall, "Chester. We are going to die down here."

Chester stares at her at the comment as Trudie stands up.

She dusts herself off and says, "Sorry, I really should stop watching midnight horror movies. Let's go."

Chester nods and they walk off, leaving the dead creature, body parts, and spent shells lying on the ground.

"Aw shit on me," whispers Doug as three men in suits approach the cab, small Umbrellas stitched on the right breast pocket.

The first one to reach the cab taps his ring on the window, "Yeah, uh, Doug Newman, please step out of the car. Smith, get the kid and girl. Gil, talk to the driver."

The two other men nod and Doug gets an idea, a weird one, but it should get them safe, for the moment.

The one at the window knocks again and says, "Come on Doug Newman, we don't have time for this, come on out. Director Michaels wants to see you."

Doug smiles and says, "Sorry, but you don't own me, not anymore."

The man seems pleased at this, he pulls out his handgun and says, "I also got orders to kill you if you don't comply. If that doesn't work, I also got more orders to kill the ones with you."

Doug growls and kicks the door, sending it into the man's waist, knocking him to his back. The gun falls over the door and he grabs it, jumps out of the door and aims it at the other two men. The two men look at him and draw their guns. Aya drops from Smith's grip and she pulls a gun from her boot, then accompanies Doug with the handling of the situation.

Doug cocks the weapon and says, "Drop the guns, drop to your stomachs, and please, tell Umbrella I'm dead."

All three men drop to the ground, but the first one, the one Doug hit with the door, pulls out a phone and says, "Director Michaels, we have dealt with the Newman situation. Uh, no, the girl and the kid got away."

Obviously, Director Michaels doesn't believe him, as Doug hears his response loud and clear, "He isn't gone, he is right in front of you! I have hacked into the satellite, and I don't like being lied to. You know the price for your actions."

The man begins to flip and toss around, all the while screaming, "No! Please sir, NO!!!!"

The last scream turns into a gurgling roar as his face darkens, and the skin falls off, shortly after, the other two die as well.

Doug steps back from the awful smell and Aya replies, "That is pretty damn nasty. So, shall we go?"

Doug stares at the skinless men before him and says, "Yeah, but do zombies look like that?"

Aya stares at them and shakes her head, "Nope, these guys look worse. Zombies, just parts of their skin have fallen off, these guys, I... I don't know, but it is really gross. Ugh, they smell like they've been decomposing for over three months. God, I feel like my stomach is doing barrel-rolls in my throat."

Doug nods and they hop back in the cab, "Let's go, Barry." Barry nods and they drive off toward the pier.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, don't tell me, I know it took forever, but I just got back in the mood to write. Just what has Umbrella created to make people decompose on a whim? And trust me, no, the cab driver is not Barry Burton. Review if you wish, cause I can't make you. Until next update, CoRpAsItE.