Chapter 4
Clicking Evil
Disclaimer: Don't own Kim Possible or Resident Evil or anything to do with them but I own the creature that's stalking the team
Zombies shuffled down the corridor towards one target, a woman. She had twin handguns out if front of her, her face just a face of a doomed fate. For her time slowed as she fired her guns, her pain being released into the zombies. Each bullet venting her aches and pain, each bullet hitting the brain of the zombies, killing it. She had almost reached the armoury, only a few zombies left.
As the last bullet left her handgun she charged towards the closed zombie, as she got closer she leapt at it, her left fist smashed into the zombie caving its face in killing it. Her stone cold face didn't show anything as her as she pivoted on her left foot and rammed her right heel into the side of a zombie's face snapping it to the side breaking the neck. As she faced the last zombie, she felt a hand grab her leg, she glanced down to see a zombie crawling along the ground. She quickly jerked her foot back into the zombie's face, caving it in to the thing's brain. She looked back at the other zombie, she walked towards it as it's shuffled towards her, she grabbed it's head in a vice like grip, the zombie grabbed her body to pull closer but she didn't notice as she started into it's eyes. A vicious smirk crossed her lips as she broke it's neck, the loud crunch of bones breaking the silence. Her face didn't change as she stood in the middle of the carnage, but her eyes danced with tears and fear for her friends. She didn't want to get to the armoury first, she just wanted to clear the way.
Now her job was done and she walked into the large gun vault. Weapons of many different types hung and sat on racks in this giant metal tome. As she walked past the shelves, she let her hand run over the surfaces of the metal tome and the guns. A small smile graced her face as she stared at the metal contraptions. She finally stopped when she came to a big gun, it had many barrels and it used ammo belt.
She picked it up and strapped it to her back and grabbed a few ammo belts. She quickly made her way over to a different section of the vault. Here held her favourite weapons, the shotguns, they even had her favourite, the Remington 870 but the best thing about this one was she could load it as an auxiliary weapon under the the M4A1 carbine. She smiled as she picked the shotgun up, along with a heap of ammunition. She quickly waked over to the M4A1 carbine and loaded the shotgun as an auxiliary under it. She grabbed some ammunition for the machine gun as she walked out the door. She looked over her shoulder, she dropped her Glocks in the door of the vault for the others to find. She started walking down the corridor, down to her death, her M4A1 carbine held at the ready for anything that might come at her.
An clicking of claws could be heard wafting down the corridor, a woman that was walking down it stopped. Her body was shaking from fear as she turned around to the noise. The clicking kept coming as a bad smell found its way through the corridor. She was mute with fear, her body paralysed, she watched as a sniffing snout became visible, then the head, one of it's ears missing. She watched as the rest of the creature entered. She lost her paralysed state and screamed.
The infected dog turned to the woman, a growl escaped it's throat as she screamed. The dog ran towards the woman, she started to run but she tripped over her feet. The dog kept running, its clicking getting closer. She heard it bark and looked up, the dog then went to leap on her. She screamed and closed her eyes, waiting for the bite of the dog except it never came. As she opened her eyes she saw a another woman, a special units officer, she could tell by the jacket, she was wrestling the dog. After a few second and scratches later the woman got a favourable position on the dog and broke it's neck. The loud, wet crunch of the bones sounded through the corridor.
After awhile the special unit woman looked up at her "Hey, you getting out of here." All she could do was nod, "The armoury door is open, if you hurry you'll be able to meet other survivors, tell them Kim sent you." She got up to leave.
"Wait," Kim turned around, "I'm Sue, were are you going?"
"Looking for an anti-virus, or going to the bottom to die." Before Sue could ask the question, Kim lifted her left arm. "Licker's tongue cute me." Sue nodded again.
"Green is anti-virus, blue is virus. The only way to tell the difference between the old and new virus and anti-virus is the old one is lighter in colour."
"Thanks, the way should be clear for you so run. Hope to see you later Sue."
"Good luck Kim. And," She reached into her pocket and pulled out something, "I know it has no use but, you may as well use it, I have no use for it." Sue handed the object to Kim, Kim looked at it. It was an mp3 player. She looked at Sue, "Helps to keep me from being distracted." Kim smiled and threw the Mp3 player up slightly.
"Thanks."
"No problem." Then they went their different ways, Kim down stairs to her destiny and Sue to the armoury. As Kim walked down the corridor, she could her Sue's steps becoming fainter and fainter. She let a small smile grace her lips as she turned at the end of the corridor, she can save people, she can clear the path for other survivors. She clipped the Mp3 player on her belt and put one of the earphones in. It's funny how the first song is always appropriate or ironic, this situation was no different, it was playing 'My Plague' by SlipKnot. As the song played Kim set down the corridor.
As she walked down the corridors, the zombies became sparse, as she walked they were coming to near none. A feeling entered her gut, some thing was gonna happen or something worse was down here and she didn't know what, she hated that feeling. As she walked down the hall, multiple clicking sounds could be heard and followed her down the hall, a soft growl could be heard through the darkness of the hall.
As Kim pulled the door closed behind her, it did not fully close. It swung slightly open, allowing what ever it was following her open the door and continue after her. Clicking along the ground.
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Datanotes: Dogs, every Resident Evil story, game or movie has to have zombie dogs.
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