Objective 9: 7:31 P.M. E-Train.
Sakura Mizuki awoke to a dead silence aboard the train. How long have I been sleeping? She wondered this as she picked her pocketbook up. No one else was around her. Have I missed my stop? She looked out the window and saw that the train had come to a standstill in the middle of the tunnel. Maybe an emergency stop was in effect. Perhaps the other passengers had evacuated the train. But surely someone would have woken her up?
Sakura reached for the compartment door handle, but it was opened up in an instant when a disheveled woman in a lab coat ran into the room.
"Please help!" the woman screamed as she grabbed the girl by the shoulders. "They're coming! They're on the train!"
Sakura was frightened. What was she supposed to do now? The woman knelt down on the floor and pushed what looked like a brief case into the compartment beneath the seats. Who is on the train? Robbers, terrorists? The ideas spun around her head. The later idea seemed the most likely. For all she knew, Sakura could be involved in a repeat of the sarin gas attacks. Maybe Al Qaeda had finally targeted Japan! She would need to hide.
The woman just stood there, unresponsive to anything. Sakura tried convincing her to hide as well, but she was shoved aside when the woman whipped out some sort of communication device.
"Doctor, Doctor!" The woman screamed.
"Forget it Lindsey," a male voice said on the opposite end. "You are clearly sick. Please leave the case on the train for Claire and the others to obtain. I am letting you go."
The woman screamed, and it made Sakura jump. "You liar! You promised me a position! Umbrella isn't taking over Banyo, is it? Is it?"
The man on the communicator laughed as Sakura began to look for a place to hide. "You idiot. Don't you realize you're nothing but a pawn? Umbrella was never going to take over Banyo; they simply don't have that power anymore. I'm the one who is going to take over! And don't think about running off to Umbrella either, because you know as well as I do that they wouldn't accept you back after you betrayed them."
Sakura hid into the luggage compartment over head. It was tight fit, but no one would find her unless they were specifically looking. Through the tiny compartment door she could see the situation clearly.
The woman was blank-faced for a moment. Then she fell to her knees and began laughing hysterically. "No, you are the idiot, Doctor! You know what I've done? I've thrown a vial of that virus onto this train! I killed at least eight, which should start the outbreak nicely!" She continued to laugh over the man's yelling and cursing. Finally she picked up the communicator and began to smash it against the floor. After she was done, she threw what looked like a gun out the window.
At that time, the compartment door opened, and Sakura heard noises that would haunt her nightmares for years to come. A group of shuffling, pale faced, mutated people walked onto the train. Zombies! Sakura thought, and the idea was not as preposterous as it seemed. Only a few weeks ago did she do a school paper on the Raccoon City incident, where the people were said to have turned into creatures like the ones she was seeing now.
The woman stared blankly at the zombies. "No. No," she said tiredly. From her pocket she took out a syringe filled with green fluid. "Eternal beauty, eternal life, I will be forever young…" She injected it into her arms. Her head slumped over.
When the zombies reached her, they just stared curiously for a few seconds in the same manner one does when they notice a change in the weather. Then the woman began to laugh, soft a first…and then a tremendous cackle. She lifted her head back, and Sakura saw a stream of blood flowing from eyes. The zombies seemed to copy her and also began to laugh…or at least what sounded like an attempt at it.
The woman's arms changed into large tentacles. The laughing woman then got up and put her tentacles out towards the cackling group of zombies, beckoning them like a mother to her children. "Behold," she said pompously, "I am your queen!" Then more cackles filled the air.
Sakura lay there—hidden; more terrified than ever.