Ch.12- Weapons in the Sewers
Disclaimer- I don't own Resident Evil. Never have and more than likely never ever will.
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Michael quickly turned and ran back towards the screaming Lilie. Sewagey water splashed his face as he ran, but he didn't stop running until he saw Lilie struggling to release her arm from the clutches of a man that literally looked dead.
"Let go of me! Let me go!" Lilie screamed.
The man smiled and said, "'ey now. Ye should calm down a bit, little girl."
"I said, let go of me!" Lilie shouted.
"Let her go." Michael told the man with a calmer voice than Lilie's.
The dead-looking man obeyed Michael and released his grip on Lilie's arm and said, "Ah just wanted ta help the little girl. She seemed a bit lost down 'ere. What are ye and the little girl doin' down 'ere?"
"Don't call me a little girl. I'm fifteen, not a little girl." Lilie commanded to the older man.
The man laughed loudly, exposing his yellow, rotting teeth and ran a hand through his wild gray hair. Although he didn't introduce himself, both Lilie and Michael knew who he was: Gary Aslin, the crazy old man who lived in the sewers.
He looked a little different than the last time Michael saw him. Last time, Gary's hair was shorter and more controlled. Plus he weighed a bit more ten years ago. Of course, there was no doubt that he was still crazy since he hardly ever came out of the sewers.
Gary turned to Michael, pointed, and said, "Ye know sumthin'? Ah think ah remember ye from ten years ago. Ah've seen ye a few times with yer daddy and one tahme with yer little friends the Mexican, the little redhead, and the big fat ass. Remember?"
Michael thought for a moment. Yeah, I remember Daniel, Sam, and Martin. No doubt they're all dead or gone.
---MICHAEL'S FLASHBACK---
Seven-year-old Michael stood on a stage in the middle of town with his friends Daniel the Mexican, Sam the red-haired boy, and bad-tempered fat ass Martin. Their class was going to do a play for the president, who was stopping by Marysville to give out an award for Martin, but neither of his friends could remember why he was getting one or what he did. Martin was the star of the play and in order to "look good and get in shape", Martin ate non-stop fatty foods and was now much too big for a seven-year-old.
"Jesus, Martin. You're huge!" Sam shouted.
"No, I'm not. I can feel the pounds burning away." Martin argued before inhaling a powdered donut.
"You're not thinner. You're fatter than ever!" Daniel shouted.
"Yeah. You're so fat that when people see you, they say 'God damn, that's one big fat ass!" Michael shouted.
"They do not!" Martin argued.
At the same moment, Gary, who had not been listening to their conversation, came up and stared at Martin. Then he shouted, "God damn, that's one big fat ass!"
Martin shouted in anger while Michael, Daniel, and Sam laughed.
---END FLASHBACK---
Michael let out a small laugh over the little memory of him and his friends. Then he looked at Gary and asked how the man could remember something from ten years ago, but he got no answer.
"So, where is the exit to the sewers?" Lilie asked Gary.
"Now why would ye want te go back up there? It's Hell up there." Gary asked with a surprised tone in his voice.
"My brother and friends are up there. Plus, Michael and I need to get revenge on the ones responsible for the Hell on the surface." Lilie explained, "Now tell us, where is the exit?"
"Ah ain't gonna tell ye where the exit is. It's safe down 'ere and ah'm gonna make sure those…things ain't gonna come down 'ere." Gary answered.
Lilie sighed and turned to Michael, "Let's go, Michael, I'm pretty sure I know where the exit is. Plus, if Gary here wants to die in the sewers of Marysville, then let him." She headed the opposite direction of Gary. Michael followed her.
"Wait!" Gary shouted.
Michael and Lilie stopped and turned towards the old man.
Gary ran into a little clothed shack and pulled out a rather large chest. He opened it and handed two vests: one small and one large, to Lilie and Michael. "If ye two are gonna go up to the surface, then ye should take what I got in this 'ere chest fer protection." He explained.
Lilie and Michael shrugged and walked up to the chest, pulling out multiple weapons. "Grenades? Mine throwers? M-80s? You've been keeping all these things?" Michael asked.
"Yeah. How did you get them? M-80s are illegal here." Lilie agreed.
Gary's face reddened as he shouted, "Get outta 'ere and go back to the surface! I don' care anymore, jes' don't get mad if ye get caught by one of those things!" Lilie and Michael ran off in the opposite direction.
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Billy kept running as fast as he could with Barry, Leon, and Rebecca following him. He kept running even when he noticed a manhole on the streets only five feet away from him and only stopped when he was right above the manhole lid.
Letting out a quick sigh of relief, he placed his fingers in the holes of the lid and pulled. The lid didn't budge. He tried again and the lid still didn't budge. He tried eight more times with Leon, Rebecca, and Barry's help, but no matter what, he couldn't even move the lid a millimeter.
Leon looked to his left and noticed something that could help remove the lid: a metal hook. He walked over to Billy and held out the hook, but before the older man could grab it, he heard a familiar piercing scream.
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Chris, Jill, Claire, and tom found themselves investigating an insurance agency complete with tens if not hundreds of cubicles. Like practically every place in Marysville, the agency was completely trashed.
Papers were everywhere, chairs were tipped over, blood covered the walls, and most desks were broken, but there wasn't a single zombie around and only one cubicle wasn't completely destroyed although the desk was open, revealing a paper about the T-2 virus.
Quickly, Chris and Jill walked over to the desk and pulled out the paper. Jill, wide-eyed, looked over it and read it aloud:
Mr. Oliver Proctor
Marysville Insurance
My dear brother,
I'm glad you finally decided to join up with Umbrella for its research on the T-2 virus. Here is some information about what the virus does:
The T-2 virus is an upgrade of the failed T-virus. The virus is used to strengthen the body no matter what happens. We here at Umbrella have a strong feeling that it can do something else, but so far, our researchers have found nothing, which is where your help comes in.
If the virus enters your body and you are uncomfortable with it, don't worry. There is a vaccine in Harvey Medical.
Once again, thank you for joining us and I hope to see you soon.
Your brother,
Rocko Proctor
"I can't believe this." Jill muttered, "They really were desperate for new members for Umbrella."
"Wait! There's something else!" Claire exclaimed from behind Jill. She pushed her way passed Jill and pulled out a stray piece of paper written in shaky handwriting. She started to read it out loud:
To whomever has the privilege of reading this note:
I started working for the Umbrella Corporation a week ago by request of my older brother, but now I regret what I agreed to do. my loyalty was always given to him because he always looked after me when we were younger even while my parents were alive and after I got married and had children, but I should have known better.
I was always told I was the smart one in the family with my high IQ and education, but when it came to my brother, I thought he was the smart one and I would believe anything he said. He told me that while I worked with the T-2 virus, my wife and little boys would not be touched, but I should have known better.
Allison warned me not to join Umbrella, but I didn't listen and now thanks to my brotherly loyalty, I'm not allowed to see them since they were taken to a different location to be hidden from me.
I am infected and I regret being around the virus. I'm feeling cold and weak and I have the urge to vomit and eat raw flesh. I can't even leave to find the vaccine. It won't be long before I become a mindless zombie, so I'll give my final apologies to my beautiful wife and sons. Please forgive me Allison, Nate, and Trey.
-Oliver Marcus Proctor
A feeling of fear suddenly overcame Claire's body. Her grip on that little piece of paper tightened. Slowly, she turned to her brother and asked, "Chris…can we leave please? I don't feel right here."
Chris nodded and answered, "Yeah, neither do I. Let's get out of here."
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Lilie and Michael weren't far form Gary when they felt the sewers shake roughly, so roughly that both were knocked to the ground on their butts. A loud scream came from behind them so without thinking, the two headed back to Gary to see what was happening.
They ran for fifteen seconds until they made it to their destination and when they got there, they couldn't do anything but stare in fear and shock at what was happening.
Amy was up and around and chewing on the body of Gary Aslin, who was screaming for any sort of help in pain and agony. She wasn't alone, either. Carlee was with her, chewing upon the remains of Gary even after his screams and life ended.
Lilie and Michael started taking steps backwards, trying not to attract their attention, but they weren't lucky. Lilie started to softly whimper out Carlee's name and though Michael slammed a hand over Lilie's mouth, Carlee and Amy turned and saw Lilie and Michael and headed towards them.
Quickly, Michael took out a few grenades and was prepared to pull the ring from the top. He would have done it, too…if Lilie hadn't screamed at him.
"Michael! Don't use a grenade!" Lilie screamed.
"Hey, I know you feel really upset about what happened to your friends and everything, but I need to use these grenades." Michael explained in a calm voice.
"This isn't about Carlee and Amy. If you use the grenades down here, the sewers can collapse and we will die."
"Then what do you think we should do?"
"Use a few mine throwers and run like hell."
"Sounds good enough."
Michael and Lilie shot a few mines and ran the opposite direction when Carlee's body exploded and Amy began running after them. They rushed atop the slimy floors and didn't bother to look back.
They weren't far form the manhole opening when Lilie slipped over a pile of slime and fell on her face. Michael turned and shot wildly at Amy, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't prevent Amy from biting the back of Lilie's left arm. He was, however, able to stun Amy long enough for him to help Lilie to her feet and start running again.
They ran and ran until they came up to a ladder that led to the manhole lid. Lilie, since she was smaller, climbed up first and attempted to push the lid up. It didn't budge.
"It's stuck!" Lilie shouted.
"Turn it a little as you push." Michael told her.
"It's stuck, Michael!"
"Well, keep trying!"
Lilie looked down and screamed at the quickly moving Amy.
"Oh my God! She's getting closer!" Lilie screamed. She then pounded heavily on the lid and screamed, "Help! Billy, Rebecca, anyone! Help!"
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"Lilie? Is that you?" Billy shouted.
"Billy? Help! The lid is stuck and Amy's coming after us!" Lilie's voice screamed from the opposite side of the lid.
Billy quickly grabbed the hook from Leon and used it to open the lid. He instantly pulled both his sister and Michael up while Barry and Leon slammed the lid down.
"We should start running. God only knows how long it will be before that thing comes back up." Barry suggested.
Billy nodded, "Good idea." He looked down at his shaking sister and asked, "Lilie? Are you okay?"
Lilie nodded, "Let's go."
Billy, Barry, Rebecca, Leon, Lilie, and Michael ran two streets until they were in front of a church far from Amy. When they got there, Billy started to notice that his sister was growing extremely pale. "Lilie, are you okay?" he asked.
Lilie slowly looked up at him and answered, "I don't feel so good." Before she could explain about her bite, she fainted.
Billy caught her before she hit the ground and started shaking her, shouting her name.
Rebecca grabbed Lilie's bitten arm and paled quickly. She turned to Michael and whispered, "Did anything in those sewers bite her?"
"Yeah, Amy did." Michael whispered back.
"Oh my God." Rebecca muttered.
"What? What's wrong with her?" Billy shouted.
Rebecca sighed and looked at Billy, "She's infected."
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A/N: Okay, that's what I got for chapter 12. Sorry if it took a while for me to update, but I had to deal with a bunch of school finals. But now they're over with and since it's summer, I have more time to write. Sorry if this chapter bored you, I'll try to make the next one better. If any of you has any questions or ideas, don't hesitate to ask or tell me. I'm all open for questions and ideas. R/R if you want, but no flaming please.