"Fuck this shit," Bryan thought.

It had been two days since he formulated his fool-proof plan, and already it was in shambles. There were way to many infected people and as well as dogs and various other experiments roaming the halls, so he and Justin had become confined to their room, and he hadn't heard from Ingrid since the other night as well.

Of all people though, it was Wesker who pissed him off the most. Several times he had sent off emails asking for assistance and explaining their situation and had never gotten a response. Wesker was not the man to fall back on his duties, so Bryan knew something was very wrong. Bryan was not a man who openly asked for help, but when he did, and he was ignored, his temper flared uncontrollably.

"Sincerely, a most disappointed employee," Bryan said allowed as he typed the signature into his 30th email he would send to Wesker over the course of the last 24 hours.

"Give it up," Justin said, sounding very depressed, "they're just going to get us like they got everyone else…hell even the guys in the outskirts of the grounds have been killed, we would have seen them if they hadn't."

"You give up way to easily," Bryan screamed at his roommate. He needed to get away so he walked into their restroom and shut the door behind him locking it. He knew Justin was probably right, if the people in the city weren't even safe, how could anyone on the grounds of the mansion be?

He had read the Raccoon City Times everyday he was able to safely get to it, and the headline was always the same: "Cannibal Threat Increases, Nobody Safe Claim Authorities." In one of the articles it had mentioned that the S.T.A.R.S Alpha and bravo teams were going to be deployed into the woods to do research and recovery missions, he just hoped that they wouldn't come to the mansion. It wasn't their problem to solve, he could fix this.

The researches out in the garden of the mansion that had been doing plant testing were rumored dead, the last email he had gotten from them had been at least 3 days old and read:

"Attn: whomever this may reach and/or concern. We are trapped in our observation deck, one of our test subjects, whom we have named PLANT 42 has breached all safety barriers and has killed at least 6 of our crew. We cannot leave as it has grown to an enormous size and now surrounds the entire grounds….there is an antidote we are working on….we will send updates hourly, until someone can concoct it and come rescue us. If we do not respond within 24 hours, it is probably too late.

God bless us, everyone."

If that wasn't bad enough, even the aquatic team in the underground lab was distressed and more then likely had met the same fate. Their last report read:

"Our shark subjects have gone out of control. Larry Nets, the technician had become infected and in his loss of control fucked up the pressure gauges beyond repair, flooding the entire facility. We are trapped by our own creations, the sharks are roaming the water-flooded halls, and the main passageway to the emergency exit is flooded all 75 feet from the bottom pool to the bridge level, and the largest shark-creature, named Neptune, is residing inside awaiting us as his next meal. There are only three of us left, and this laptop has enough battery life for about another 2 hrs…it is too late for us. Please give our families our sympathy, and tell them we love them.

We shouldn't have played God boys...it was out of our hands from the start."

All that, in addition to the mansion constantly losing power, and the infected people roaming the halls looking for help…

"Oh, who the hell am I kidding," Bryan thought, "They have become fucking zombies every last one of them."

"So, my genius buddy, are you coming up with a plan, or did you simply fall-in?" Justin said sarcastically.

Bryan opened the bathroom door.

"Wesker should be coming, any day now. He wouldn't let this kind of thing happen without handling it appropriately."

"I thought you said it was a test Bryan, what if he knows and thinks we are handling it?"

"I…I don't know." Bryan said. "There is one option however."

"And that would be?"

"Do you remember what they told us at orientation about emergency situations?" Bryan asked.

"Look at who you are talking to…" Justin replied.

"Touché…Well they said that every facility in case of an emergency has a self-destruct module somewhere in the heart of the main laboratory computer system. If we can reach it than we may be able to destroy all this and the evidence surrounding it, just in case the cops—."

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"Did you hear that?" Justin cut Bryan off.

"No." Bryan replied sternly. "As I was saying we could easily out run most of the creatures and the infected humans if we…"

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"Ok you had to have heard it that time, I think there is something outside." Justin said, worried that he was going nuts.

Bryan had just about had enough. It was bad enough that they were trapped, his girlfriend was trapped, his idol and employer had abandoned him, and worst of all he was hungry as fucking hell. But now when he was trying to finally rationally solve a humungous problem, and possibly be a company hero, with pay, and an ego, to match, his roommate decides to play a practical joke on him? No fucking way.

"Will you shut the fuck up!" Bryan screamed as he ran to their window. "I don't hear a damn thing; there is nothing out there, nothing!"

He flung the window blinds open and was immediately blinded by a bright search light shining through the dark of the moon-lit woods outside their room. As he opened the window he was deafened by the roar of a helicopter, as he saw it go crashing into the trees below and smoke come billowing up out of the woods.

"Fuck," he said quietly, "They're here."

The S.T.A.R.S had arrived, and made one hell of an entrance.

Bryan assumed, in his state of absolute shock that nobody had survived the crash, but just in case he knew he'd have to handle them once they found the mansion. No police officer wannabe was going to steal his glory, his fame. The worst part being that he knew there were 2 teams, if one just went down, the other would be pulling a rescue opp in about 2 hours time. He'd have to act quickly to eliminate the first group before the second could come to their rescue, that way he would have no difficulty doing the same to second group. Hell with a mansion full of monsters and zombies at his disposal how difficult could it really be?

"Wait here," Bryan said to his horribly confused roommate, "I have some work to do."

"Wait—," Justin said, but Bryan had already grabbed his 9mm beretta and ran out of the room.