The Fall Of Umbrella Chapter 3: Old Man's Burden, a resident evil fanfic

Chapter III

Old Man's Burden

September 22, 10:28

Logan had been walking, since he'd come across many blockades that had been placed around the city. He had gotten fed up of having to reverse out of the streets in order to find another barricade he had to get out of. Dumping his car, he decided to walk to his destination. He wasn't going to his apartment, though, like he'd told Amie. He had something more important to deal with, before he could rest. Because he had been expecting this since the July events, he had hidden a gun in the glove compartment of his car, which he now had with him. A 9mm Beretta, holding 15 shots, and a spare clip just in case. He wasn't one for killing, but it was desperate times. He had obtained it from a friend he had who worked in a gun shop on the side of the city.

Professor Logan Forrests had a past he would give anything to forget about now that everything had started. No matter how many times he'd tried, he always found himself reading through his diary; the one which revealed him for who he was, not the man he wanted to be. Standing still for a second, he sighed and looked up. In the distance, he could see the main office building of Umbrella Inc, the pharmaceutical company. He once believed that to be true, that all they did was create new medicines and provided excellent medical procedures. After working for them for many years, he finally learnt the truth about the company, but was unable to speak out in public, otherwise he would have faced consequences he could only have dreamed of.

It was partly his fault that the T-Virus was discovered. Along with 4 other consultants, one of which was his superior, he was a part of the creation of the hell that now infested the streets, and more. No one knew yet, except for the S.T.A.R.S that Umbrella had created biological weapons, or B.O.W's, which would form a perfect army. The goal was to ensure that these biological creations could be controlled, and use them for profits in things such as military, or even for personal use should that suit Umbrella. Along these weapons was the T-002, the best of Umbrella's work to date. It was a powerful weapon, almost indestructible with normal firepower, it was the perfection that Umbrella originally sought. Of course, some of the researchers thought differently. A certain William Birkin began investigations into something which could be more useful than the T-Virus. He created a similar virus, the G-Virus, which he recently injected himself with in order to test the potential of the virus. Where he is now, is not known, and Logan couldn't care. Logan never did like Birkin, or many of the other researchers for that matter.

The only thing which bothered Logan right now, wasn't the B.O.W's which could appear at any time, but the current plans of Umbrella, or more namely, Wesker's plans. Logan had worked alongside Wesker on many occasions, and knew some of the plans which were forming in his mind. Both Wesker and Logan got on pretty well, Logan admiring his both his determination and skills, much like he admires Amie. But since the Spencer Mansion affair, Logan's trust in Wesker quickly disappeared. Now, Logan's only chance at fixing this disaster is to find Wesker and learn his whole intentions. Where he was, Logan didn't know. Either way, there should be some information at the main building of Umbrella, located in the centre of Raccoon City.

That was where he was now. The large building that took care of all Umbrella's needs, be it financial, social, economic. Umbrella was an internationally known corporation, and was a highly popular pharmaceutical company. All the funding for the research into the virus came from this side of Umbrella. Even the governents had put money into the creation of highly effective medicines, not knowing of the secrets hidden under their feet. Someone had to reveal Umbrella, since the S.T.A.R.S had failed and no one believed them.

Logan took out his employee ID card, and swiped it through the reader, but it didn't work. Damn card, he swore mentally. He knew the power was still on, because there were lights on in the building. Something must be wrong, or his data had been wiped from the system. He took another attempt, but still nothing happened. He checked the reader and saw that the power light was off. Looking closely, he saw that someone had tampered with the reader, allowing no one to enter. Why, Logan could only guess. There could be many reasons, some more likely than others. Still, that didn't matter to him.

Logan stepped in front of one of the lobby's large windows. Taking posture, he kicked hard at the glass. It took two heavy strikes to crack, the third piercing through the shining sheet. He hit away large chunks of glass and climbed through the opening he'd just made. The building was silent, far too silent for Logan's liking. He enjoyed peace, but this was an eerie kind of peace, the type which made your nerves weak and your hair stand on end. He tried to ignore the feeling, and approached the reception desk, keeping his gun ready just in case. Seeing no apparent danger, he sat down at the computer and accessed the console.

Password:

Welcome, Doctor Logan Forrests.

He obviously hadn't been wiped from the system, if his details were still accessable. Why would someone need to prevent people entering the building? Perhaps something was still going on here. If so, Logan would uncover the secrets, just like the S.T.A.R.S did before. Something had to be done to fold the Umbrella that was getting out of control.

Logan checked the options available to him. He saw something which got his attention quickly. A file regarding a variety of Tyrant projects that have either been complete or were in the process of creation. Logan had stopped coming to work here in August, two weeks after the incident. This file, however, was dated the 18th September. Umbrella was obviously making new plans. The effects of the outbreak haven't stirred their dreams. It is apparent they want to complete this project no matter what the outcomes are. Damn that Wesker. What the hell he is up to now? He selected the file and it opened out in front of him.

Tyrant Project

The purpose of this file is to record past, present and future models in order to create the perfect super BOW. This Tyrant will be the sole aim of Umbrella, though work on the other BOWs will continue. The Hunter models are an important part of the creation of this super army, and it is vital that they are recored too, though seperate from this file. Below is a list of current models that have been made over the last few months.

T-002. This is the first of the models which showed excellent progress. It was invulnerable to many firearms, and had great endurance and agility. The claw formed from its left arm is very powerful, and is able to cut through most metals. These traits combined together make this a great candidate for future research. The only notable weakness it had was the heart which had grown so large, it had to be outside of the body. Aside from this, only highly explosive weaponary would actually kill this creature. The original intent was to have S.T.A.R.S members test the power of this Tyrant, but their skills and cunning got the better of it. Sadly, this Tyrant was lost along with the mansion, and so it will hard to create another similar Tyrant. Luckily, I managed to obtain several detailed reports, before I set the trigger system, which may be useful in the future of Umbrella.

T-103. Nicknamed Mr.X. This Tyrant is one of the few which retained a very human form, unlike previous models. This model is very powerful, though it is a little slow at first. It had some agility which it uses to catch up with its prey, before using its incredible strength to kill. This Tyrant model is the most responsive to control, aside from the Nemesis (See below). Highly programmable, this Tyrant was the first to undergo mass production, which took place at Sheena Island. We hope to send one or two to Raccoon City to retrieve the G-Virus Birkin has. It will also be useful to test this out against the threats that hide in the cityr. Hopefully, there will be a target suitable for that operation to be successful. We don't want someone who will die quickly. What we need is someone with persistance and a good mind. I have an idea for a candidate. It has no noticable weakness to date, though the test should show us any signs, if any.

Nemesis Model. This is much more powerful than the T-103, though from the same family, and has the ability to be programmed as well. This tyrant was also injected with a parasite, known as NE-a. It also has intelligence, and can use this to use weaponary. The Nemesis Model, however, doesn't resemble the same human features as the T-103, though it has some. Like the T-103, it has agility and can move pretty quickly. However, this form of Tyrant is hard to obtain through normal procedures, and so only one of them can be created at the moment. Nevertheless, I have a good use for this Tyrant. The S.T.A.R.S that survived the incident have a nice surprise in store for them. They won't get away this time, and I can't afford for them to escape, either. It is vital that they are destroyed.

Current Project, an unnamed model. Despite losing a perfect lab for testing, things are still looking up. I have found a pure sample of the T-Virus within the Hive, which I have been able to put to good use. Once I can obtain a sample of the G-Virus, either from Birkin, or by making the virus, this new virus can be used. The T-G Virus, as it will be appropriately named, will be considered. The effects will be unknown, and I still require a host for this. I don't have one in mind, but I am looking for one.

This file will be updated as necessary.

A. Wesker

Research Consultant

"A new model? What the hell is he playing at? Can't he see that what he is doing is wrong?" Logan despised Wesker as of late. His methods started to become more and more wilder with each passing day, even before the Mansion. His prospects of creating the perfect tyrant had always been the theme of his meetings, and many of the consultants didn't fully agree with him, but they had little choice in the matter.

Logan re-read through the report, and something came to mind. The last place he was was at the Hive. Maybe...he's still there. There was only one way to tell. There was a connection to the trainline which led to the Hive, as well as a few other labs around the city. Logan had only even been to the Arkley Labs, the labs under the police station, and the Hive. Any others were small and unimportant labs, or at least ones he never had to visit. Hopefully, the train still worked.

Logan logged off the computer and stood up. There was an elevator on the other side of the lobby which led down to the cover up labs of the company. From there he would ride the second elevator which went to the train system underground.

He pressed the button to call the elevator. It was on the seventh floor. Logan watched as the digital number decreased slowly. He leaned against the door, removed his glasses and rubbed at his eyes. He was tired, but he couldn't give up just yet. He had to be quick if he was to catch Wesker. The machine beeped, and Logan replaced his glasses. He let the doors open, but stepped away quickly at the sight of the back of a man. He'd already seen enough, as well as already having been a part of their creation, to know that the rotting man in front of him was dead, a zombie. Without thinking, Logan took aim and fired a shot. His aim wasn't perfect, he'd only had little practice with his gun shop friend. The bullet hit the zombie in the back, making it jolt forward. It began to turn slightly, and Logan fired a second bullet, followed in quick succession by a third. Still the zombie moved, and dragged slowly towards Logan in the same fashion as all the others; arms outstretched, making moans as they walked. Logan fired another shot as the zombie approached, this one hitting it's head. It stopped, and fell to the floor. Logan looked down to see it lay silently still. He lowered his gun, and refocused on his mission. As he set off for the elevator the zombie grabbed a hold of Logan's leg, and began pulling, trying to get a bite of the raw flesh beneath his trousers. Logan took quick response and kicked at it's head with his free foot. The zombie's head was forced violently away. Several more kicks followed until the neck snapped, and the zombie gave up its efforts. Removing it's grip, Logan regained posture and headed for the elevator. He pressed the button labelled B3; the lowest floor of the building, and one of the actual labs which fulfilled Umbrella's original purpose in medicine.

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a/n - Originally, this chapter was intended to be much longer, following into what will be the next chapter of Logan Forrests (either chapter 5 or 6, depending on which I prefer it to be). Chapter 4 will introduce another character, though it follows the perspective of our female protagonist. This next chapter will feature familiar creatures and people that were in RE2, in the police station, since that is the setting of it.

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