Chapter 5

Another empty magazine hit the ground with a loud "clack" before slamming a fresh one home, but the monsters just kept comming. The lone soldier let his P-90 roar yet again, chewing up a few more zombies, and spilling their guts over the dirty streets, though they wouldn't be down for long. A few more empty casings floated down to Earth, and ended with a few reassuring "tinks" as they stopped on top of the cool pavement. "Base, this is Alpha 1. Objective complete, where is my fuckin extraction chopper?" The mercenary shouted into his head set. Hejogged up the abandoned street, always looking back to his rear, as he waited for a reply. "Alpha 1 this is base. Proceed to the monestary on 6th, a chopper will arrive in 5 minutes, over." Retorted the static filled headset.

The soldiers breathing was laboured, and his body filled to the threash hold of pain. He had recieved numerous injuries in one of the many skirmishes moments before. His vision blurred and his limbs became weak, from the amount of blood he lost. But he was so close, he couldn't stop now, for the church doors stared him in the face. The man forced his overwhelmed body into motion, his combat boots thundering loudly over the stone steps, as he approached the wooden door.

He kicked the doors inward with enough force to nearly knock them off their hinges. He could here the terrifying moans growing closer, and caluculated the time differences in his mind. He would have to make a stand at the extraction point. His adrenaline now completely blocking out the pain that was just scorching through his exterimities, he booked it to the courtyard out back. "This is base to agent HUNK, The chopper will arrive eta 3 minutes, stand by." Just as the transmission ended, the back doors to the church flew open, and masses of zombies poured out into the courtyard, eager for flesh.

HUNK, raised his SMG, and let her scream with fury. Each shot was perfectly placed, as the laser sight highlighted over each and every head, except the unthinkable happened. Before the weapon could even release a single bullet, the firing pin inside broke. "What the fuck is this? I just bought this before the mission!" With no time left to question, HUNK pulled his last 2 frags from the side of his belt, popped the pins, and scattered them on either side of the mob. He took a few steps back, and placed his hand in front of his mask, so the blast would not blind him for using thermal imaging.

The grenades erupted, and it was almost like time slowed down, and HUNK could astral project and see 360 degrees around his enemies. He watched as each indvidual piece of shrapnel, scattered in the air, and tore through the creatures bodies from all sides. The pieces of metal ripping many limb from limb. Others, nearly vapourized from the blast itself. While the rest sustained enough damage to their brain and spine to put them down for good. His spirtual body flew back into his body, and he felt the tiny rocks, clumps of dirt, and blood land on his armour. He brought his hand down from his face, and looked at the destruction, quite satisfied with himself. "How did I see that? I'm positive I covered up... Let alone how did I see that in colour?"

HUNK's questioning of his sanity came to an abrupt end as more zombies filed in from the church. A loud "crash" sounded to his left, as a large portion of the wooden fence was knocked down, and even more of the creatures kept comming. The loud helicopter engine thundered from above, and HUNK could feel the steady breeze through his armour, his saviour has come. He reached around to the back pouch on his belt, making sure the vial was still in place, and his mission secure. "Alpha 1, this chopper 446 9er. We are preparing for extraction. Clear the area."

HUNK crossed both of his hands in front of his face, before whipping them back down to his sides. With a high pitched "Shwing" 1 razor sharp blade, of about 2 feet long slide out from either forearm. "Copy that" Was his reply. He dug the toes of his hard worn boots into the Earth, and ran straight into the fray. He leapt into the air, and swung his blades forward, until his arms crossed over one another and stopped when he was almost giving himself a hug, as he made his landing. 4 zombies fell over headless. Another undead woman stepped forward and tried to grab the mercenary, but HUNK whipped both of his hands up into a double uppercut. Effectively slicing the womans head into 3 pieces bottum to top.

He then spun to his left, dodging the wanton hands of another monster, and stopping behind it with a grasp of his own. Locking his palms, one behind it's head, and the other over it's chin. One firm twist was all it took for the creature to rest in peace with a cleanly broken spinal column. He then swipped his right arm, and spun on his heel 180 degrees, severing 3 more heads. Hunk was holding his own considerably well, until his worst fear came true.

A blast erupted overhead, and the helicopter spun wildly out of control. He could hear the pilots screams through his headset, they were near deafening. He pulled off his helmet and mask and threw them to the side. Just in time for him to feel intense pressure around his throat and neck, as he was lifted off his feet. His blades stabbed visciously at the massive arm holding him up. He tried desperatly to breathe, his lungs burning for air, and his eyes feeling like they were going to burst from his head. He looked down to see the monsterous Nemesis, squeezing the life from him. "CRITICAL ERRORRR... UMBRELLAAAAA!" Came the unnerving growly tone of the damaged creature.

HUNK continued to stab at it's arm, but the tissue regenerated too quickly. He could barely even break the skin as it was. His blades finally broke, as the creatures skin was hardening. His neck seared in pain, as it was pierced, the last thing he felt was the violent wiggling behind his spine. The creature dropped his corpse, and the slithering tentacle retracted into his palm. HUNK could still look around, his spirit falling, he could feel it in his gut, like going over the edge of a roller coaster. Then his eyes opened.

His breathing was heavy, and his body drenched in sweat. He sat up quickly, and rubbed his eyes. He looked around, to notice he was in a dark jail cell. He ran his fingers through his short blonde hair. He could hear the chattering of rats below his filthy bed. The rancid smell of old urin and other unmentionable things, emenating from the dry and well used toilet beside him, filled his nostrils. He put his bare feet on the cold concrete below him, and remembered being grabbed by several Federal Agents. They zapped him with a taser and he was out cold. He ran his finger tips over the tender spot on his neck, wincing slightly. The slot on the cell door slide open, and bright light beamed through.

The slot slammed shut, and a far off beeping noise was heard and the door unlocked. The thick titanium door opened, and the cell was completely illuminated. A tall man about 6'0 Stepped inside. He had short spiked blonde hair, and expensive shades. He wore a black buisness suit, and had a lean medium build. His voice cold and laid back. "Sorry if they were a little rough with you." Came his response. "Wesker you piece of shit!" Retorted HUNK angrily as he stood up. "Sit down Dwayne... You kill me and you'll be rotting in a state penetentery the rest of your life, with some nigger named Otis." Was Wesker's smooth reply.

Dwayne sat back down reluctantly, and looked Wesker in the eye. "I don't work for Umbrella anymore... I'm retired. Besides, last I heard The orginization hit some hard times, and won't be making it this season." He stated. Wesker tossed him a pack of smokes and his lighter back. "It seems your trigger finger has gone soft, but we'll have it back in shape in no time." Replied Wesker. Dwayne lit up a cigarette, and exhaled slowly. He rubbed his thumb over his index finger softly, there was a small callouse left, that used to cover his finger.

"I'm done killing. I don't work for you or anyone else." Said HUNK, in a shameful tone of voice. "You say that until you hear the pa-" But Wesker was cut short. "I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE FUCKIN MONEY!" Snapped Dwayne obviously upset. Wesker smirked slightly, and turned to walk out. "I hope you like the decoration... Cause this place is your new home." Retorted Wesker in a disappointed tone of voice. HUNK stared at the floor for a second, and then looked up just as Wesker stepped through the doorway. "What do you want me to do? And the money better be real good." Wesker turned around and half smiled. "I knew you'd see it my way."