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Blood surrounded the commando; his throat was ripped out leaving nothing more than a butchered mess of flesh, bone and blood. It was Wesker's doing; she knew something was very wrong when the gurgling sound came from behind the door. It was the man who 'had enough' or in the words of his friend couldn't 'hack it'. But there was something very odd about the way his throat was ripped apart, the flesh wasn't just silt, it wasn't even silt. It was as if Wesker pulled his skin away with his bare hands. His eyes still held the surprise in them.
He didn't have a chance.
Claire sidestepped away from him, it was coming to a point were she could deal with the death and blood. That was a very scary thought; no one should deal with it. It's not a normal thing, but to Claire it was becoming very normal.
She stepped over the body avoiding the thick redness on the floor and headed down the stairs. She stopped for a fraction of a second to hear for anything. Nothing, but she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, especially with non-humanoids now in the equation. What she needed was help, she needed a phone, but with the power down that was impossible. She had to warn Chris and Leon about the 'wild goose chase' and that it was the mental institute, which was Umbrella's headquarters and not in Raccoon City.
She began walking down again when she suddenly heard screaming from behind a door. She froze scared that whatever was in there would come after her and if the other commandos heard the screams they would come up and find her. It stopped abruptly and no one came to rescue their comrade. She clutched the rifle tightly and walked to the door, her hand hesitated at first over the handle, she still wasn't sure to go in. She didn't even know why she was going in; it wasn't like the guy gave a shit about the people he was shooting at. But nevertheless his screams were too painful to just leave him behind with whatever was in there.
She twisted the metal handle and pushed the door open. It was dark, too dark, but without the lights she couldn't do anything about it other than walk away. She didn't, she stayed were she was and peered in. It was a waiting room, chairs laid along the far wall with a vending machine. A desk with a computer and papers on the surface, a metal cabinet behind and a chair.
She walked forward and tripped over something, she quickly sat up to see what it was. The dead commando lay flat out on the floor surrounded by his own blood, it was the one who she heard screaming. He looked dead yet his body was convulsing slightly. Claire scrambled away from the carcass and climbed a chair.
Whatever killed him was not human.
His abdomen was torn away, with some of his internal organs hanging out of the huge hole. Claire held her hand to her mouth; she was about to throw up. The smell was disgusting and the sight was enough to make a coroner faint. His neck had been bitten into; a chuck of his flesh was missing leaving his Adams apple poking out of his throat. And the blood, it seemed as if he had too much with all the mess. His body jerked unexpectedly making Claire recoil backwards. This wasn't good, whatever killed him had to be near.
In his right hand he held a handgun; she moved from her chair and bent down towards him. She tried prying the gun away from his death grip but it wasn't budging. She only thought of one thing, to smash his hand, so she straightened up and stomped on his grip. Nothing happened so she did it again and again until the fourth time his grip gave way. She reached for it realising that she left sole marks imprinted on his skin, she didn't mean to treat the dead so badly but it was necessary for her survival.
She shoved the gun in her jacket pocket. There was a red trail leading from the man's blood to another room. She followed the trail until she met two joint doors, 'Nightingale Ward' it said in huge black letters above the doors. She pushed it open avoiding the blood trail. Inside were loads of beds along the far left and right walls. There were bared windows on the far right wall behind each bed. The moonlight showed too many things she didn't want to see especially the sheets, they were soaked in blood. She saw a hand sticking out here and a foot there.
They were killed within their sleep. Hopefully, for their sake.
She couldn't see any of their faces, which was a blessing, but she saw enough blood to know that they weren't alive.
She followed the trail, it ran straight through the centre of the row of beds, and there at the end was a woman.
She laid on the floor still.
Her white uniform indicated that she was the night nurse. Claire moved up closer and knelt by her. She quickly averted her eyes from the monstrosity that was once a human. The poor nurse's face was no more, her eyes were gone showing the inside of her brain. Her jaw was wide open revealing no tongue. The blood had already coagulated into a heap of red goo around her face.
She had also gunshot holes in her chest, which may have suggested that she was barely alive when attacked by whatever or already dead.
Claire hoped for the latter since she wouldn't have felt any pain.
She sat back and sighed pushing back her hair; her head was beginning to ache again. She rubbed her eyes tired of all the dead that surrounded her.
She suddenly jumped back, there was a ringing sound coming from the nurse. She laughed at herself for being so stupid. It was only a mobile.
It was only a mobile!
Claire moved closer, she needed that phone badly; she had to get through to Chris now!
She checked the woman's pockets and found a small silver coloured mobile phone. She flipped it open.
The phone was still shaking and ringing in her palm.
Home calling… it said.
Claire didn't want to but she pressed cancel. The phone stopped moving. She felt so bad for doing that, whoever it was knew the dead nurse. Maybe her husband or even her child, ringing mummy because he/she was scared of the dark.
Claire took a deep breath and dialled her number. She waited impatiently for someone to pick up…
"Hello?"
"Leon? It's me Claire! I need help! It's Umbrella who put me into this asylum-"
"Claire whoa calm down and start from the top," he said.
"Put Chris on now!" she hissed. He was wasting her time.
There was a very long pause before anyone answered.
"Claire? What's going on?!"
Finally Chris, someone with a brain, "Chris I need help! This institute is Umbrella's bloody headquarters. That Watson doctor is a fucking Umbrella agent and everyone is dead Chris. Some commandos attacked and killed everyone!"
"Claire are you sure you're not upset or anything?"
"What the fuck is that suppose to mean?! Because I've got some problems you automatically think I'm chatting bullshit?! Umbrella is here Chris and I'm stuck in the middle. We've got a chance to finish Umbrella off once and for all! Now get your fucking ass down here with some fire power, because I'm not just dealing with humans Chris!"
She stopped taking a few deep breaths, "We'll be right here in no time! Keep the mobile with you and stay well hidden," he almost shouted it, he signalled to Leon.
"I don't think I can stay hidden, there are commandos everywhere and I don't know what else! I need you here Chris now-"
Out of nowhere a dark figure swiftly jumped from the shadows towards her, she only saw red dribbling down teeth before dropping the mobile for her rifle; the phone slipped away and crashed to the floor in a million pieces.
"Claire?! Claire?!" screamed Chris. There was nothing, she wasn't there anymore.
He turned to Leon, "The phone went dead."
Blood surrounded the commando; his throat was ripped out leaving nothing more than a butchered mess of flesh, bone and blood. It was Wesker's doing; she knew something was very wrong when the gurgling sound came from behind the door. It was the man who 'had enough' or in the words of his friend couldn't 'hack it'. But there was something very odd about the way his throat was ripped apart, the flesh wasn't just silt, it wasn't even silt. It was as if Wesker pulled his skin away with his bare hands. His eyes still held the surprise in them.
He didn't have a chance.
Claire sidestepped away from him, it was coming to a point were she could deal with the death and blood. That was a very scary thought; no one should deal with it. It's not a normal thing, but to Claire it was becoming very normal.
She stepped over the body avoiding the thick redness on the floor and headed down the stairs. She stopped for a fraction of a second to hear for anything. Nothing, but she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, especially with non-humanoids now in the equation. What she needed was help, she needed a phone, but with the power down that was impossible. She had to warn Chris and Leon about the 'wild goose chase' and that it was the mental institute, which was Umbrella's headquarters and not in Raccoon City.
She began walking down again when she suddenly heard screaming from behind a door. She froze scared that whatever was in there would come after her and if the other commandos heard the screams they would come up and find her. It stopped abruptly and no one came to rescue their comrade. She clutched the rifle tightly and walked to the door, her hand hesitated at first over the handle, she still wasn't sure to go in. She didn't even know why she was going in; it wasn't like the guy gave a shit about the people he was shooting at. But nevertheless his screams were too painful to just leave him behind with whatever was in there.
She twisted the metal handle and pushed the door open. It was dark, too dark, but without the lights she couldn't do anything about it other than walk away. She didn't, she stayed were she was and peered in. It was a waiting room, chairs laid along the far wall with a vending machine. A desk with a computer and papers on the surface, a metal cabinet behind and a chair.
She walked forward and tripped over something, she quickly sat up to see what it was. The dead commando lay flat out on the floor surrounded by his own blood, it was the one who she heard screaming. He looked dead yet his body was convulsing slightly. Claire scrambled away from the carcass and climbed a chair.
Whatever killed him was not human.
His abdomen was torn away, with some of his internal organs hanging out of the huge hole. Claire held her hand to her mouth; she was about to throw up. The smell was disgusting and the sight was enough to make a coroner faint. His neck had been bitten into; a chuck of his flesh was missing leaving his Adams apple poking out of his throat. And the blood, it seemed as if he had too much with all the mess. His body jerked unexpectedly making Claire recoil backwards. This wasn't good, whatever killed him had to be near.
In his right hand he held a handgun; she moved from her chair and bent down towards him. She tried prying the gun away from his death grip but it wasn't budging. She only thought of one thing, to smash his hand, so she straightened up and stomped on his grip. Nothing happened so she did it again and again until the fourth time his grip gave way. She reached for it realising that she left sole marks imprinted on his skin, she didn't mean to treat the dead so badly but it was necessary for her survival.
She shoved the gun in her jacket pocket. There was a red trail leading from the man's blood to another room. She followed the trail until she met two joint doors, 'Nightingale Ward' it said in huge black letters above the doors. She pushed it open avoiding the blood trail. Inside were loads of beds along the far left and right walls. There were bared windows on the far right wall behind each bed. The moonlight showed too many things she didn't want to see especially the sheets, they were soaked in blood. She saw a hand sticking out here and a foot there.
They were killed within their sleep. Hopefully, for their sake.
She couldn't see any of their faces, which was a blessing, but she saw enough blood to know that they weren't alive.
She followed the trail, it ran straight through the centre of the row of beds, and there at the end was a woman.
She laid on the floor still.
Her white uniform indicated that she was the night nurse. Claire moved up closer and knelt by her. She quickly averted her eyes from the monstrosity that was once a human. The poor nurse's face was no more, her eyes were gone showing the inside of her brain. Her jaw was wide open revealing no tongue. The blood had already coagulated into a heap of red goo around her face.
She had also gunshot holes in her chest, which may have suggested that she was barely alive when attacked by whatever or already dead.
Claire hoped for the latter since she wouldn't have felt any pain.
She sat back and sighed pushing back her hair; her head was beginning to ache again. She rubbed her eyes tired of all the dead that surrounded her.
She suddenly jumped back, there was a ringing sound coming from the nurse. She laughed at herself for being so stupid. It was only a mobile.
It was only a mobile!
Claire moved closer, she needed that phone badly; she had to get through to Chris now!
She checked the woman's pockets and found a small silver coloured mobile phone. She flipped it open.
The phone was still shaking and ringing in her palm.
Home calling… it said.
Claire didn't want to but she pressed cancel. The phone stopped moving. She felt so bad for doing that, whoever it was knew the dead nurse. Maybe her husband or even her child, ringing mummy because he/she was scared of the dark.
Claire took a deep breath and dialled her number. She waited impatiently for someone to pick up…
"Hello?"
"Leon? It's me Claire! I need help! It's Umbrella who put me into this asylum-"
"Claire whoa calm down and start from the top," he said.
"Put Chris on now!" she hissed. He was wasting her time.
There was a very long pause before anyone answered.
"Claire? What's going on?!"
Finally Chris, someone with a brain, "Chris I need help! This institute is Umbrella's bloody headquarters. That Watson doctor is a fucking Umbrella agent and everyone is dead Chris. Some commandos attacked and killed everyone!"
"Claire are you sure you're not upset or anything?"
"What the fuck is that suppose to mean?! Because I've got some problems you automatically think I'm chatting bullshit?! Umbrella is here Chris and I'm stuck in the middle. We've got a chance to finish Umbrella off once and for all! Now get your fucking ass down here with some fire power, because I'm not just dealing with humans Chris!"
She stopped taking a few deep breaths, "We'll be right here in no time! Keep the mobile with you and stay well hidden," he almost shouted it, he signalled to Leon.
"I don't think I can stay hidden, there are commandos everywhere and I don't know what else! I need you here Chris now-"
Out of nowhere a dark figure swiftly jumped from the shadows towards her, she only saw red dribbling down teeth before dropping the mobile for her rifle; the phone slipped away and crashed to the floor in a million pieces.
"Claire?! Claire?!" screamed Chris. There was nothing, she wasn't there anymore.
He turned to Leon, "The phone went dead."