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The hairy beast flung her back into the wall, its long black claws slashed into her flesh. She screamed unable to hold the pain back. She quickly gathered her concentration and crawled away holding the rifle close. She automatically climbed a bed stepping onto the soaked bed sheets. It squished under her boots; she was so glad that she used them instead of going barefoot. A body laid in between her feet, the coldness of the flesh sunk into her trousers like ice. She badly wanted to scream and flee from the nasty feeling of the dead body but she couldn't. IT was still there somewhere.
The thing disappeared from her vision but she could still hear its hoarse breathing. The putrid smell of rotten flesh surrounded her; she almost vomited if it wasn't for her courage. She couldn't see it but it could hear, see and smell her.
Claire was a 'rat in a cage' as one psychotic individual once said.
If she moved it would pounce, if she stayed it was only a matter of time before it pounced. She glanced at her wound and cursed, she needed the G.H.C for the wound before it got infected with whatever the beast had.
Whatever manmade virus it had.
Something moved swiftly opposite her under a bed towards the shadows on her left. It growled low in its throat, its loud thudding sound of its paws grew as it moved from the shadows and into the light.
Cereberus.
Its left eye was a mushy mess; the red-clear liquid ran down its face and dripped to the floor. It snarled showing long fangs covered in blood, probably the nurse and the commando's. Its body was practically a skeleton, bony and bloody. Underneath its belly was only a long deep hole from chest to abdomen gushing blood. Its fur was no more; only the muscle and fat lay over the bone as if it was its new fur.
It was inside out, literally.
It lowed itself and pounced high in the air, Claire froze for mere seconds before aiming at the dog. Its mouth hung open ready to bite into Claire's flesh. The extended fangs glinted under the moonlight as it fell towards her.
She pressed the trigger, bright flashing lights jetted from the nozzle. Small golden cylinders fell aimlessly to the floor creating a musical sound. The beast jerked backwards as each bullet entered its face, chest, and legs. Its blood sprayed out onto the air particles producing a beautiful red mist. It fell to the floor with a loud cry. Claire stopped and glared at the limp corpse. Black blood flooded around the dog forming a burgundy puddle.
It didn't move nor did it convulse.
Claire kept glaring at the dog in a deep trance, it was all happening again. The death would keep on going. If it did then the area would transform into another Raccoon City. If any of the 'experiments' got out then there was no point into stopping the bloodshed. She was already tired from all the gore she had witnessed.
There was a point, the point being not to let anyone suffer like the innocents in Raccoon City. She promised herself that after Steve. She had to keep it or what was the point of her life?
She climbed off the bed and sat on the floor, it was beginning to get hot. But why? She glanced at her arm staring straight at the answer. She quickly took off her rug sack and rummaged for the G.H.C. Then she gently took off the jacket and broke the seal of a capsule, the green powder fell into the palm of her hand. Stretching out her arm she scattered the powder over her wound.
The powder with her flesh bubbled; she tensed up felling the cold burning sensation penetrating the sore tissue. It was as if putting a concoction of lemon, alcohol and salt into a cut, however times that pain by a hundred would equal Claire's.
She clenched her teeth grinding the bottom and top together, if she didn't then the entire world would hear her screams let alone her cussing.
She badly wanted to dash the powder off her wound, but didn't, the pain was essential if she didn't want to become a zombie. She began breathing in and out, in and out, counting up to and over ten.
Anything that would take her mind off the pain!
She heaved vomiting onto the floor; pieces of the chocolate laid half digested in the whitish mess. She scrambled away wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
Her breathing began to regain normality; the burning cooled away leaving a wound free arm.
"Over there I hear something."
Claire glared at the entrance to the ward.
They were coming!
She gathered her stuff and quickly ran to…where? She turned to the far wall and pressed her back into it. She was camouflaged by the shadows, but even a blind man would see her there. She fell backwards and landed on her bum realising that the wall was actually a door. She stood up; she was in the ward's showers. There were about three showers on each side of the wall. It was dark but her eyes adapted well. She scanned each shower, nothing, nada!
She looked up and there it was an air vent. The metal covering was big enough for her to get through, but the problem was opening it up. She ran to it and reached up grabbing the end of the cover. She pulled and it came away.
"Report Baker!" it was Wesker however there was static within his voice.
Claire quickly but as silently as possible climbed into the vent. She reached for the covering keeping her eyes on the door. She pulled the covering up and closed it. She slid down the smooth cool vent and lay there waiting.
"Robertson is dead; it seems that something ate him alive. Over," he paused.
"It 'seems'?"
"Yes sir his neck and abdomen has been ripped apart. Over."
"Have you found the intruder?"
"No sir we're still checking the vicinity," he gulped knowing that Wesker wouldn't like that.
"Check faster private! And report in, in five minutes!"
"Yes sir. Over and out." The static ended and the man sighed, he glared at his small group of three, "Well get on with it!"
"Over here," said one man, "There's something here and it's not human."
Baker ran up to him and glared at the animal on the floor, "What the fuck?!" he muttered.
"Look at that, there's gunshot holes in it, could it have been Robertson?"
"No way," declared Baker, "Robertson seems to be dead long before this," he pointed to the dog, "was shot. There's someone else here. Stand alert!"
The soldier nodded still staring at the zombified dog grasping his assault rifle with all his might. This thing was dead but he didn't seem to trust the carcass.
"There appears to be some green powder here."
Baker walked to the other soldier and bent down, "Green powder and…vomit?!"
"Looks fresh."
"Yeah," Baker said, "It does, go check the showers."
The man nodded and jogged to the door, he kicked it open checking behind the door if anyone or thing was lurking. He inspected each shower finding nothing. Claire ducked her head under her arms and held her breath. The guy stared up at the air vent; he moved closer to it and fingered the edges.
"Taylor? Anything?"
"Nah, nothing," he said narrowing his eyes at the vent's cover. He stopped and walked back out into the ward.
"Hey Baker! We've found Benson!"
He stood up and ran to the waiting room. Benson sat on one of the chairs holding his face. He was dressed in a t-shirt, boxer shorts and grey socks. His silvery dog tags lay around his neck and jingled when he moved.
"What the fuck happened to you?!" Baker stepped over the dead commando and walked up to him.
"What do you think happened? Someone attacked me!" he said under his hand, blood was dripping down his fingers and arm.
"You get a look?" questioned Baker.
"No, I went in on a cell and all of a sudden I got smashed in the face, they stole my clothes and I woke up just now," he wiped his face with his t-shirt, blood came away and sunk into the navy material. The wound had stopped bleeding but it still hurt.
Baker sighed it was getting to him; it was his last mission before he had some time off. And things weren't look good, at all. All he had to do was survive whatever Umbrella threw at him.
If he could.
"So it was a patient?"
"Yes," he breathed.
"They wouldn't be too hard to kill then if they're crazy," he grinned.
"Report Baker!" his radio buzzed. He suddenly jumped back realising that his five minutes were up.
"Baker here, we've found one of Umbrella's test subjects. However it is dead. It had been shot a number of times. There is evidence suggesting that there is another intruder. They attacked Benson and stole his clothes. Over."
"Did he see who it was?"
"He believes it was a patient. Escaped from the 'Secure Unit' on the tenth level."
"Put emergence power back on and check the databases for a list of patient's name. And run a check on a Chris Redfield."
"Yes sir! Over and out."
He switched the radio off and sat down next to Benson, "Can some one get him some clothes!"
A young cadet ran in the waiting room holding some trousers and boots, he also carried with him a spare assault rifle. Benson took them and got dressed; he swung the rifle round his shoulder and waited for instructions.
"Right," Baker said, "Benson and Taylor I want you to go and put emergence power back on," they both stood instantaneously and ran out into the hallway.
Baker turned to the rest of his search party. He stood up pushing his sweat drenched hair back, "The rest of you I want to search every nook and cranny of this ward for the intruder. Now!"
They scattered holding their weapons tightly. It wasn't because of Claire she was just a human. It was because of the other things out there that weren't normal.
Baker walked towards the ward's doors, "Search the air vents too. That lunatic could be using them instead of the stairs!"
Claire slid backwards, she would have to use the air vents. It was the safest place considering the commandos and the creatures. But she would have to move quickly, they were coming and she didn't know what else was inside with her.
The hairy beast flung her back into the wall, its long black claws slashed into her flesh. She screamed unable to hold the pain back. She quickly gathered her concentration and crawled away holding the rifle close. She automatically climbed a bed stepping onto the soaked bed sheets. It squished under her boots; she was so glad that she used them instead of going barefoot. A body laid in between her feet, the coldness of the flesh sunk into her trousers like ice. She badly wanted to scream and flee from the nasty feeling of the dead body but she couldn't. IT was still there somewhere.
The thing disappeared from her vision but she could still hear its hoarse breathing. The putrid smell of rotten flesh surrounded her; she almost vomited if it wasn't for her courage. She couldn't see it but it could hear, see and smell her.
Claire was a 'rat in a cage' as one psychotic individual once said.
If she moved it would pounce, if she stayed it was only a matter of time before it pounced. She glanced at her wound and cursed, she needed the G.H.C for the wound before it got infected with whatever the beast had.
Whatever manmade virus it had.
Something moved swiftly opposite her under a bed towards the shadows on her left. It growled low in its throat, its loud thudding sound of its paws grew as it moved from the shadows and into the light.
Cereberus.
Its left eye was a mushy mess; the red-clear liquid ran down its face and dripped to the floor. It snarled showing long fangs covered in blood, probably the nurse and the commando's. Its body was practically a skeleton, bony and bloody. Underneath its belly was only a long deep hole from chest to abdomen gushing blood. Its fur was no more; only the muscle and fat lay over the bone as if it was its new fur.
It was inside out, literally.
It lowed itself and pounced high in the air, Claire froze for mere seconds before aiming at the dog. Its mouth hung open ready to bite into Claire's flesh. The extended fangs glinted under the moonlight as it fell towards her.
She pressed the trigger, bright flashing lights jetted from the nozzle. Small golden cylinders fell aimlessly to the floor creating a musical sound. The beast jerked backwards as each bullet entered its face, chest, and legs. Its blood sprayed out onto the air particles producing a beautiful red mist. It fell to the floor with a loud cry. Claire stopped and glared at the limp corpse. Black blood flooded around the dog forming a burgundy puddle.
It didn't move nor did it convulse.
Claire kept glaring at the dog in a deep trance, it was all happening again. The death would keep on going. If it did then the area would transform into another Raccoon City. If any of the 'experiments' got out then there was no point into stopping the bloodshed. She was already tired from all the gore she had witnessed.
There was a point, the point being not to let anyone suffer like the innocents in Raccoon City. She promised herself that after Steve. She had to keep it or what was the point of her life?
She climbed off the bed and sat on the floor, it was beginning to get hot. But why? She glanced at her arm staring straight at the answer. She quickly took off her rug sack and rummaged for the G.H.C. Then she gently took off the jacket and broke the seal of a capsule, the green powder fell into the palm of her hand. Stretching out her arm she scattered the powder over her wound.
The powder with her flesh bubbled; she tensed up felling the cold burning sensation penetrating the sore tissue. It was as if putting a concoction of lemon, alcohol and salt into a cut, however times that pain by a hundred would equal Claire's.
She clenched her teeth grinding the bottom and top together, if she didn't then the entire world would hear her screams let alone her cussing.
She badly wanted to dash the powder off her wound, but didn't, the pain was essential if she didn't want to become a zombie. She began breathing in and out, in and out, counting up to and over ten.
Anything that would take her mind off the pain!
She heaved vomiting onto the floor; pieces of the chocolate laid half digested in the whitish mess. She scrambled away wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
Her breathing began to regain normality; the burning cooled away leaving a wound free arm.
"Over there I hear something."
Claire glared at the entrance to the ward.
They were coming!
She gathered her stuff and quickly ran to…where? She turned to the far wall and pressed her back into it. She was camouflaged by the shadows, but even a blind man would see her there. She fell backwards and landed on her bum realising that the wall was actually a door. She stood up; she was in the ward's showers. There were about three showers on each side of the wall. It was dark but her eyes adapted well. She scanned each shower, nothing, nada!
She looked up and there it was an air vent. The metal covering was big enough for her to get through, but the problem was opening it up. She ran to it and reached up grabbing the end of the cover. She pulled and it came away.
"Report Baker!" it was Wesker however there was static within his voice.
Claire quickly but as silently as possible climbed into the vent. She reached for the covering keeping her eyes on the door. She pulled the covering up and closed it. She slid down the smooth cool vent and lay there waiting.
"Robertson is dead; it seems that something ate him alive. Over," he paused.
"It 'seems'?"
"Yes sir his neck and abdomen has been ripped apart. Over."
"Have you found the intruder?"
"No sir we're still checking the vicinity," he gulped knowing that Wesker wouldn't like that.
"Check faster private! And report in, in five minutes!"
"Yes sir. Over and out." The static ended and the man sighed, he glared at his small group of three, "Well get on with it!"
"Over here," said one man, "There's something here and it's not human."
Baker ran up to him and glared at the animal on the floor, "What the fuck?!" he muttered.
"Look at that, there's gunshot holes in it, could it have been Robertson?"
"No way," declared Baker, "Robertson seems to be dead long before this," he pointed to the dog, "was shot. There's someone else here. Stand alert!"
The soldier nodded still staring at the zombified dog grasping his assault rifle with all his might. This thing was dead but he didn't seem to trust the carcass.
"There appears to be some green powder here."
Baker walked to the other soldier and bent down, "Green powder and…vomit?!"
"Looks fresh."
"Yeah," Baker said, "It does, go check the showers."
The man nodded and jogged to the door, he kicked it open checking behind the door if anyone or thing was lurking. He inspected each shower finding nothing. Claire ducked her head under her arms and held her breath. The guy stared up at the air vent; he moved closer to it and fingered the edges.
"Taylor? Anything?"
"Nah, nothing," he said narrowing his eyes at the vent's cover. He stopped and walked back out into the ward.
"Hey Baker! We've found Benson!"
He stood up and ran to the waiting room. Benson sat on one of the chairs holding his face. He was dressed in a t-shirt, boxer shorts and grey socks. His silvery dog tags lay around his neck and jingled when he moved.
"What the fuck happened to you?!" Baker stepped over the dead commando and walked up to him.
"What do you think happened? Someone attacked me!" he said under his hand, blood was dripping down his fingers and arm.
"You get a look?" questioned Baker.
"No, I went in on a cell and all of a sudden I got smashed in the face, they stole my clothes and I woke up just now," he wiped his face with his t-shirt, blood came away and sunk into the navy material. The wound had stopped bleeding but it still hurt.
Baker sighed it was getting to him; it was his last mission before he had some time off. And things weren't look good, at all. All he had to do was survive whatever Umbrella threw at him.
If he could.
"So it was a patient?"
"Yes," he breathed.
"They wouldn't be too hard to kill then if they're crazy," he grinned.
"Report Baker!" his radio buzzed. He suddenly jumped back realising that his five minutes were up.
"Baker here, we've found one of Umbrella's test subjects. However it is dead. It had been shot a number of times. There is evidence suggesting that there is another intruder. They attacked Benson and stole his clothes. Over."
"Did he see who it was?"
"He believes it was a patient. Escaped from the 'Secure Unit' on the tenth level."
"Put emergence power back on and check the databases for a list of patient's name. And run a check on a Chris Redfield."
"Yes sir! Over and out."
He switched the radio off and sat down next to Benson, "Can some one get him some clothes!"
A young cadet ran in the waiting room holding some trousers and boots, he also carried with him a spare assault rifle. Benson took them and got dressed; he swung the rifle round his shoulder and waited for instructions.
"Right," Baker said, "Benson and Taylor I want you to go and put emergence power back on," they both stood instantaneously and ran out into the hallway.
Baker turned to the rest of his search party. He stood up pushing his sweat drenched hair back, "The rest of you I want to search every nook and cranny of this ward for the intruder. Now!"
They scattered holding their weapons tightly. It wasn't because of Claire she was just a human. It was because of the other things out there that weren't normal.
Baker walked towards the ward's doors, "Search the air vents too. That lunatic could be using them instead of the stairs!"
Claire slid backwards, she would have to use the air vents. It was the safest place considering the commandos and the creatures. But she would have to move quickly, they were coming and she didn't know what else was inside with her.