Adam trudged through the watery streets as the cold rain fell above his head, wetting his blonde hair. He ignored it as he continued on, through the rubbish filled streets, which Adam put to good use by kicking it into the faces of the idiotic carriers. Adam enjoyed killing the pathetic creatures; it let him take out some of the anger that had been building in his body the past few hours.
Everywhere he went, it was a dead end for him. The samples were scattered in various areas of the city, each was incredibly hard to obtain at the moment. It was extremely aggravating, and was about to give Adam a headache. He needed somewhere to stay, somewhere to regroup his thoughts, somewhere to contact his operatives…
In the corner of his eye, he got a billboard that said "Sky line apartments". Perfect. Adam dashed over to the apartments, easily escaping the carriers that were behind him, his movements to fast for their idiotic minds to even detect. Adam stopped just short of the door, not wanting to break it. He opened it calmly and stepped in. The lobby was empty, no signs of violence or struggle either. Which meant there were little to no carriers inside the building.
Adam stepped through, and found the elevator. He pressed it, and found the power in the building was still working. Adam rode the elevator up to the top floor. He walked around the top floor for a bit, lock picking his way into each of the apartments until he found one to his liking. He took one, which had a good view of the streets below. Adam took his laptop, which he had "borrowed" from a computer store, and sat it on the table. He had to contact his superiors and let them know the status of the mission.
After that pesky little chore was done, Adam took a pen and some paper and wrote several notes that he would distribute to his operatives safe houses, as they needed to be informed of his problems, and his need for them to step up their own search for the sample. Adam found a pad of paper and wrote down the notes.
After that was done, Adam proceeded to found a towel to dry his rain soaked hair. He threw the dirty towel on the floor, and decided to check out the streets now. He took his binoculars out of his backpack, and strolled out on the balcony, cold air blowing in his face as he opened the slider door. It had stopped raining, and was getting dark, part of the city still lit by the orange light of the sun down. Adam brought up to his eyes, and looked down. He saw someone running past the carriers at incredible speeds about three or so blocks up, it was to fast to be an ordinary human, it was a son. When the man had run a little closer, Adam was able to identify him; it was Greg Irvin, one of the fool's that had followed Prospero in the simulation. Adam smirked, now was the perfect opportunity to make Irvin pay.
Adam jumped gracefully down from the balcony, landing a few feet in front of the entrance. Adam decided he'd play a little game with Irvin. He cut him self on the face with his knife, and a couple of times on the chest and arms. Just as Irvin passed by, Adam dashed out onto the streets. Irvin turned around to face him, a panicked look on his face.
"Commander Graves, sir, your alive…"
Irvin panted. Adam tried to retain his snickers, and to put his own panicked front.
"Yes. Shrapnel wounded me when the helicopters crashed. I was lucky to get out of the area alive. Status of the mission?"
Adam asked, trying to sound just as stressed as Irvin was.
"Incomplete sir…"
Irvin turned his back, and started to walk away. Adam smiled, he whipped out his sub-machine gun, and fired towards Irvin, as expected, the Son of Mars easily dodged the hail storm of bullets, and rolled him self behind one of the crashed cars. Adam continued firing, only stopping when his clip ran dry.
"Sir, what the hell are you doing?"
Irvin asked in a shocked voice.
"Just having a little fun…"
Adam responded, a hint of glee in his voice. The car began to shake as it was riddled with more bullets. Adam circled around the car, making sure each side had its fair share of holes. After the next clip was dry, Adam tossed the empty weapon aside and unsheathed his knife. He jumped onto the car, right above Irvin. The son panicked and flipped back like an Olympic gymnast.
Leaving you're self-open for attack, huh?
Adam thought. He threw his knife, and just as Irvin came out of his flip, the knife caught him right in the neck. Adam smiled as he looked at Irvin's scared, pathetic eyes as blood began to leak out in what would seem like rivers. Adam came out of his crouching position on the car, and jumped off. He walked over to the dying Irvin who was on his knees now, gasping for air which only produced a pathetic gurgling noise. Adam plucked his knife free, letting more blood leak out onto the soldiers combat vest.
"Shame. I was expecting a little more out of you, Irvin. I do thank you for the exercise, though…."
Adam said coldly, he then swiftly, and strongly brought the knife down towards Irvin's head…
Philip and Jeanna had gotten as far as the city limits before they'd reach the blockades. The guards didn't even give them a chance to speak before they opened fire, nearly killing them both. So here they were, heading back towards the center of the city. Philip didn't know where the hell he was going, or why. But he told Jeanna he did. He'd told her that if they could reach the hospital, maybe they could find a medical helicopter, and they would just have to fly out of the city.
That would, of course, contradict the fact you can't fly, asshole.
He thought to him self. He hated lying to her, but he had to. Another light drizzle began to fall on them as they walked, and Philip soon noticed Jeanna shivering, but she was doing her best to conceal it. Philip turned to her.
"You cold?"
He asked, concerned. She responded with a meager nod. Philip had to admit, it was getting ice cold out. They needed to find some shelter before they froze to death out here. A parking garage was nearby, and there were lots of floors to hide in and run to, so Philip motioned towards it. They walked in, Philip casually pointing his gun everywhere. It was quiet, to quiet. Only a few cars were in here now, and they had their doors flung open, and their seemed to be a lot of blood in here. Philip also noticed a large amount of slain zombies as he and Jeanna walked on.
As Philip started towards the second floor ramp, faster then his eyes could catch, he found a man pointing a gun at his face. Philip blinked to make sure he wasn't seeing things; the guy had just appeared so suddenly it was amazing, like he had super speed or something…
"Who are you?"
The man asked, in an almost ice cold tone. Philip took in the mans features as fast he could, jet black hair, green eyes, and in a black combat suit. He looked to the right of the mans shoulder, and saw the Umbrella patch.
Umbrella. This guy is working for Umbrella.
Philip thought. He wanted to tear him limb from limb, but he had to control him self.
"Names Myers. Philip Myers."
Philip responded, quickly raising his magnum to meet the mans face.
"You?"
He asked, just as coldly as he had.
"John."
The man, now known as John responded, lowering his gun. Philip looked at the mans breast pocket, some text above it saying "Prospero". Philip lowered his own gun, and looked at John, he strolled around, as if he didn't even notice he or Jeanna were in the area. After he paced for a second or two, John turned around again.
"Who's she?"
He asked, nodding towards Jeanna. Philip opened his mouth to respond, but Jeanna stepped in.
"I'm Jeanna Lockheart. Are you here to rescue us or something?"
She asked, after all, what could an employee of the Umbrella Corporation be doing here? Umbrella was a benevolent company after all, right? John looked at the ground for a moment, before rising to meet her eyes.
"Yeah. That's why I'm here."
Jeanna smiled. With both John and Philip around, it would only be a matter of time before they got out of here.
"Listen. We better stick together."
John said, turning to Philip. Philip sighed, and nodded.
"So, what do you have planned?"
John asked.
"We were heading to the hospital to see if there's any medical helicopters left."
Philip replied, still eying John carefully to make sure he didn't try anything. He had only known this man for seconds at best, and he already didn't trust him.
"As soon as this rain lets up, that is.
Philip continued. John nodded.
"Sounds good."
He replied, checking the clip in his pistol.
"Lets head up to floor three, there's a guards room up there. There's food and water in there, and we can rest up before we start out."
John added, already walking up the ramp. Philip and Jeanna soon following after him. There was something strange about John; a mysterious air seemed to surround him. Not an evil aura, just mysterious. Philip didn't care, he didn't trust him anyway. But Jeanna was intrigued.
Looking back, Jeanna did remember she did like a sense of mystery in boys. But none of the boys at school had that; they were just jocks and assholes. Both John and Philip were light years hotter then any of the boys at school, she noted.
Damn, what is it with this city and cute men?
Jeanna wondered, but seconds later silently scolded her self for. She should not have been thinking about trying to pick up on them, but trying to escape. But still, it was hard to ignore.
Sylvia let out another puff of smoke before gently putting the cigarette back in her mouth. Propped on a chair and her legs resting on a desk, she looked at the roof and began to think over the situation carefully. She knew smoking was bad for her health, but neither again was a city full of thousands of Umbrella's little experiments. Clad in a black shirt, jeans, and black slip on shoes, she sure didn't look out of the ordinary, at least she hoped not.
Sylvia briefly wondered how many other female spies were in the city, probably a lot. After all, it was a pretty good persona. Sylvia really liked the whole cloak and dagger feel of the whole thing; it was like a role-playing game or something.
Accept if you screw up, there are no continues.
She briefly thought to her self, but smiled a few seconds afterwards. She never screwed up, and she never failed. She didn't have to worry about anything. She flicked the cigarette away, and swung her legs off the desk, knocking some papers and folders down. She had stopped of in this little office to rest for a moment.
But then again…no rest for the wicked.
Sylvia thought to her self as she strolled through the office, stepping over a zombie she had capped earlier. She was armed with only a pistol, which she had gotten from a now deceased cop she had met. She and him and wandered around the city together for a few hours, with Sylvia playing the innocent helpless girl. He had fallen for it like a ton of bricks, and had gotten him self killed trying to defend her. It was unfortunate, but nothing to cry over. She stepped out into the streets, some fires and alarms still going on. Night was beginning to set in on the city.
Sylvia was going to head to the park, which before she arrived in the city, was informed that was where her first set of instructions were to be. She wasn't told anything pacific, just that she would know them when she saw them. The walk to the park was oddly serene; she only had to cap a few dumb Asses along the way, along with some of Umbrella's nastier critters. Hunters, she thought they were called. They sounded and looked bad, but a simple shot to the skull put them down. Sylvia arrived at the park, and slowly opened the gate, which made a creaking sound as she did.
The smell of fresh water and fish filled her nose as she walked in, facing the lake directly. She could see some splashes in the lake, indicated the fish in this city were still alive. Or maybe not, maybe the splashes were from the Neptune's or a similar aquatic mutation. Didn't matter either way to Sylvia, how ever.
She looked around, and found right next to her on a bench was an Origami bird, neatly folded. Through it she could see text written. That had to be them, what else would a piece origami art be doing out in the middle of a zombie infested city. Sylvia formed a small smile. "How cute." She noted, and grabbed the bird, unfolding it.
Good to see you've made it this far, but then again, I had no doubt in your abilities. I'm having a bit of trouble my self with our mission. Right now, I know of three places you can get the sample.
1)The Police station, Birkins daughter has it on her. I'm sure, with a little bit of persuasion; the police will let you in
2)The Umbrella lab near the city limits, Birkins psycho wife is probably guarding it with her life though.
3)The Hospital.
As I've said, I have no doubt in your abilities to accomplish this mission. Good luck.
PS: Oh, and I do hope you wont accept cash as your only payment for this. You'll get plenty of that. But I also have…other payment methods in mind. I'm sure you'll need it when you get out of the city.
Sincerely, Eve.
Sylvia smiled at the innuendo. She had only met her employer once, and it was four days after she had arrived. It was late at night on top of a bridge over looking some rail rods, and she had to admit, he was pretty easy on the eyes, and getting both laid and paid to do this stuff was a heck of the deal. She'd make sure to take Mr. Eve up on his offer when the time came.
Onto more troubling matters, none of the locations in which she could retrieve the sample were even remotely close to her location. She'd need a lot of firepower to get to any of them. Or maybe she could find some other survivors to unknowingly assist her, as in, act as zombie fodder while she got the sample.
Folding the note up and sticking it in her pocket, Sylvia walked off to the other end of the park, heading north. It was a large shopping district, bound to be a few gun shops up there, and now with the new 100 off discount, she could take what she wanted.
As she walked, Sylvia's mind flashed back to the "Kill on site" list her boss had given her. The first man on the list was a pretty boy named "John Prospero". Her boss had included a few pictures of him, he was a pretty handsome guy, and Sylvia wondered why he was wanted dead. Still, Sylvia never asked questions about such things. But still, there was something about Prospero. She could not quite put her finger on it. But something in his eyes, those beautiful green orbs of his. Something sad, just beneath the surface. But then again, what did she care? She just wanted to get this over with. By this time tomorrow, hopefully, she would be rolling in money and a handsome mans bed…
John, Philip and Jeanna had begun their walk towards the hospital. John and Philip on either side of Jeanna, forming a sort of protective barrier. Jeanna didn't know how to feel about that, she hated feeling useless, but then again she didn't mind much being surrounded by handsome men. The streets were mostly clear of zombies, and they avoided what they could.
John suddenly stopped in his tracks, and looked around. He seemed to hear or see something. "What's up?" Jeanna whispered, walking up behind John. He didn't reply, but stood still. Philip was curious, and a bit suspicious. Maybe he was signaling his Umbrella pales, and just in case he readied the shotgun he carried.
A shrill screech filled the air, and seven green creatures flooded out from the ally near them. "Fuck." John thought to him self. Hunters. John immediately firmly but gently pushed Jeanna aside just as one of the hunters slashed at her. Philip ran backwards as two of the hunters started after him. John was about to reach his hand out to Jeanna, whom was struggling to keep her balance before one of the hunters jumped between them.
Separated, John flipped backwards as the hunter slashed at him. Two others started after Jeanna, but John, nor Philip were in a position to help her. One of the hunters jumped at Philip, but it was met with a blast from his shotgun, which sent the creature careening through a window. Philip ducked as the other hunter prepared to slash his head off from behind, the creature jumping over him. Philip stood up firmly, and with the shotgun in one hand, pressed it against the reptilians back, and fired.
John was facing another leap by the hunter, but the creature only found its head impaled upon his knife, which John had pulled out just a second earlier. John pulled out his knife, brain matter and blood leaking out. Before the creature could even fall, John firmly kicked it, sending it across the street. The other Hunter snarled at him, and ran as fast as its nimble body could carry it. It jumped into the air at John, yet he swung him self to the side, and pulled the trigger on his pistol, the bullet slamming through the creatures skull and ending it's existence.
Jeanna, how ever, was being chased around like a mouse by a cat. She was scared out of her mind, and tried to refrain from tripping. She began to panic as she tried to search for a way to loose these things, whatever the hell they were. One of the hunters landed right by her, blocking her access to the street. She sloppily dodged him, arms waving in the air and legs crossing, almost tumbling to the ground. She, without thinking ran into an ally, which was only a few feet long. She stopped at the end of the alley, which was covered in trash. She began to pant and she looked back. The hunters were now closing in on her; their fangs seemed to form a smile.
Jeanna, heart pounding and adrenaline racing remembered the gun Philip had given her. She drew it, almost dropping it because she had not expected it to be so heavy. She held it with both her hands, and aimed it at the hunters. She closed her eyes and fired, her first shot going through one of the hunters eyes, and killing it immediately. She was also almost swept off her feet from the recoil, but managed to hold her footing. She opened her eyes briefly and aimed at the other one. Jeanna closed her eyes again, and fired. This time it pierced the creature's heart. Jeanna was how ever thrown backwards this time from the recoil; she made a light whimper as she was thrown into the trash pile.
She emerged a few seconds later, covered in trash. She looked, and saw she had killed the hunters. She could not help but smile, the first time she had fired a gun and she had killed something. John and Philip soon appeared, running into the alley. They two were surprised she had managed to do it her first time. John offered his hand down, and helped Jeanna up. Jeanna was feeling pretty good right now, a bright smile filled her now dirty face.
The three of them walked out of the alley and onto the street, stepping over the dead hunters. John was about to say something, before he stopped again. "What now?" Philip asked to him self, reading his Mclusky and shotgun. John stood silent, listing to the sounds approaching them.
"Move." He said sternly. A truck, seemingly out of no-where sped down the street. John, out of reflex grabbed Jeanna by the arm and tossed her out of the way, soon jumping by her him self. Philip jumped back the opposite direction as the truck slammed into a building, separating them. Soon after, Philip felt a wave of heat wash over him as the truck exploded, sending sheets of flame dozens of feet in the air.
It took him a few seconds to get up, but he did nonetheless. He looked at the truck, and covered his face to protect him self from the heat. John, how ever stood in normally. He looked over the wreckage to the side where Philip was.
"Philip, we're still heading to the hospital. Meet you there."
Before either Philip or Jeanna could protest, John grabbed Jeanna by her hand, and started running. The explosion would have attracted thousands of zombies by now. Philip turned around, and began to run the opposite way. He felt like he failed.
Now Jeanna was with that Umbrella mercenary …
He began to run towards the shopping district…