26
Chris parked outside the institute; Leon sat next to him holding a long black sports bag. It contained their weapons including Claire's. There was another one laid on the back seat of the car with C4, specially bought for Umbrella.
He opened the glove compartment and pulled out his magnum. He filled each camber with a bullet and sheathed the weapon in his holster around his waist. He opened the door without any word to Leon and got out. He closed his jacket shielding the weapon from any prying eyes and walked to the gates.
Leon watched closely, he saw the blatant expression on Chris's face. It meant more things than a bullet in a face, he was angry, but it was more than that. A kind of tiredness and routine were seeping through, it was as if this was just the same old thing and it pissed him off that it was him and his sister always in the middle.
"Leon," he said, voice fill with rage, "The C4 please."
He did as he was told, mainly because he didn't want to be the person with the bullet in the face. He opened the door and grabbed the other bag from the back. He then closed the door and walked to Chris, "Here."
Chris took it wrapped the straps over his shoulders, "Ready?"
Leon checked his gun and shoved it back into his thigh holster, "More than I'll ever be."
"Good because we might not make it tonight. And I'm afraid Claire might be de-"
"She's alive, that's one thing about Claire. She's a tough bitch."
Chris laughed slightly, "That's my sister you're talking about."
"I know this," he smiled, "But it's the truth."
Chris walked forward pushing the gate, it creaked creating such a sound in the complete silence that it felt everyone around the world could hear them. He pushed it further and realised that it wouldn't open. He glared at the wrapped around metal chain. He opened Leon's sports bag and pulled out a long greyish object. He cut the metal and pulled out another one with padlock. He walked forward and dragged Leon along too.
"What's that for?" asked Leon.
"Well we don't want this place turning into Raccoon City, do we?"
Leon frowned, "Well duh!"
Chris padlocked the chain together around the gates bars and then began to run towards the front entrance of the car park. They stopped every so often and checked the area. Nothing. They crossed each car glaring inside for any unsuspecting individuals.
"H.C.F?" whispered Leon.
Chris stayed quiet, if the H.C.F were here that would mean Wesker was too. He breathed in; it wouldn't be complete without him.
"Leon stay here. I'm taking point." He simply saluted and crouched by a car aiming towards the glass entrance doors.
Chris walked forward and placed his back to the wall, it was cold and the feeling sank into his skin. It was a nice thing to have, he just felt too hot. His nerves were getting to him. What was new?
It was too dark; he couldn't possibly see any one inside. He huffed and shoved the doors open. He froze aiming at everything. Nothing moved so he signalled to Leon to move his ass closer.
A woman lay over her desk. Blood covered the grey desk, what papers she had were soaked through, it stuck to the desk like another layer, "Whoa!"
Chris glanced in Leon's direction, "If it's not Umbrella then it's the H.C.F."
"Claire was right. Oh my God! All these people!" his eyes didn't seem to move away from the dead woman. He was lucky since her face was down on the desk and her hair was over her head covering some of the blood. He heaved moving to the far wall. He took in deep breaths whilst holding on for support.
"Leon?" Chris said, "You know what you were going to expect. You saw this in Raccoon City."
Leon turned to him and glared, "Well excuse me for not being used to this shit!"
Chris moved towards him, "I didn't mean for it to come out like that, it's just, well, whenever we're dealing with Umbrella people die."
Leon stayed silent. Chris was trying but failing at helping him get through a fraction of the gore.
"I understand if you can't come."
"What?!" he gasped, "Just because I get concerned doesn't mean I can't do this!"
"Then fine we're agreed we're through this to the end?"
"Not even wild horses could drag me away from here!"
Chris smiled, "Well let's get on with it!"
He held onto his gun tightly and followed Chris into the unknown. They walked passed the elevator, the power was out and so was it. They continued until they reached the stairs. Chris glared up and listened for anything. He only could hear the rhythm of his heart throbbing viciously within his chest. He stepped onto the wooden stairs and froze, it creaked loudly under him he cursed and carried on. Leon stood behind him and moved when Chris moved. He licked his lips anxiously to reach the first level. He wiped his brow and grasped his gun tightly.
Chris walked up until he met a dead body; he stopped and glanced at Leon. The body lay over a few steps, it obstructed their path, but they could easily enough step over the corpse. Leon moved first only to be stopped by Chris; he grabbed his shirt and shook his head.
"You see the ankles?" he whispered.
Leon narrowed his eyes and glanced at the dead body's ankles. The body had no shoes of any kind on, its pasty skin was grey, but its ankles were very strange. Coagulated blood lay on the skin, the back of the ankles were ripped away. There was no other blood or any part of the ankle lying around; the rest of the body looked unharmed. However that was the back, they didn't know if the corpse's front was as intact as the back.
"What you think did that?" nudged Leon.
"I don't think it was human, that's for sure."
Nor did Leon; it was Raccoon City all over again. More un-dead corpses to deal with.
He walked forward stepping over the body carefully not to hit it with his foot. Chris watched and as Leon passed the worst he reduced the tension and alertness within his body. Now it was his turn.
Leon stood behind the body; he replaced his gun back into his holster and waited for Chris.
Chris walked closer he grabbed the banister and pulled himself over the body. He nearly slipped, but lucky his hand held on tightly to the wooden frame.
"Leon!" called Chris.
He pulled away from the zombie as it grasped at his foot, he struggled but it wasn't working. Its eyes were black and held no life within them, its mouth opened wide ready to bite into Chris. He panicked, stamping his foot into the head of the zombie. It groaned but never let up.
Leon pulled his gun out and aimed, he pulled the trigger releasing a number of bullets into the carcass. The hold of the zombie faulted and it slid to the step groaning. Chris moved away pulling out his magnum. He aimed and shot it right in between the eyes. The entire head blew into huge lumps of bloody flesh.
It flew into the wall creating a red mess on the white painted bricks, gooey bits of brain landed on top of them. Chris didn't really care. His heart couldn't handle the amount of surprises every second.
He sat on the steps and gazed at the mess. Blood trickled down the wall into the puddle below it. It made the most disgusting squidgy sounds. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He sucked in the smoke and blew, "I hate zombies," he muttered.
Leon stood frozen, he still held his gun aiming at the, finally, lifeless zombie. Tiny bits of brain laid on his shirt, it soaked into the material staining the clean shirt. He glanced down at it and sighed fed up with everything. He moved down to Chris and sat down next to him.
Chris passed his cigarette towards Leon, he took it puffing in the smoke and coughed, "Never could get used to this," he said handing back the butt.
Chris glanced at the body and inhaled, "It's not something you should."
Chris parked outside the institute; Leon sat next to him holding a long black sports bag. It contained their weapons including Claire's. There was another one laid on the back seat of the car with C4, specially bought for Umbrella.
He opened the glove compartment and pulled out his magnum. He filled each camber with a bullet and sheathed the weapon in his holster around his waist. He opened the door without any word to Leon and got out. He closed his jacket shielding the weapon from any prying eyes and walked to the gates.
Leon watched closely, he saw the blatant expression on Chris's face. It meant more things than a bullet in a face, he was angry, but it was more than that. A kind of tiredness and routine were seeping through, it was as if this was just the same old thing and it pissed him off that it was him and his sister always in the middle.
"Leon," he said, voice fill with rage, "The C4 please."
He did as he was told, mainly because he didn't want to be the person with the bullet in the face. He opened the door and grabbed the other bag from the back. He then closed the door and walked to Chris, "Here."
Chris took it wrapped the straps over his shoulders, "Ready?"
Leon checked his gun and shoved it back into his thigh holster, "More than I'll ever be."
"Good because we might not make it tonight. And I'm afraid Claire might be de-"
"She's alive, that's one thing about Claire. She's a tough bitch."
Chris laughed slightly, "That's my sister you're talking about."
"I know this," he smiled, "But it's the truth."
Chris walked forward pushing the gate, it creaked creating such a sound in the complete silence that it felt everyone around the world could hear them. He pushed it further and realised that it wouldn't open. He glared at the wrapped around metal chain. He opened Leon's sports bag and pulled out a long greyish object. He cut the metal and pulled out another one with padlock. He walked forward and dragged Leon along too.
"What's that for?" asked Leon.
"Well we don't want this place turning into Raccoon City, do we?"
Leon frowned, "Well duh!"
Chris padlocked the chain together around the gates bars and then began to run towards the front entrance of the car park. They stopped every so often and checked the area. Nothing. They crossed each car glaring inside for any unsuspecting individuals.
"H.C.F?" whispered Leon.
Chris stayed quiet, if the H.C.F were here that would mean Wesker was too. He breathed in; it wouldn't be complete without him.
"Leon stay here. I'm taking point." He simply saluted and crouched by a car aiming towards the glass entrance doors.
Chris walked forward and placed his back to the wall, it was cold and the feeling sank into his skin. It was a nice thing to have, he just felt too hot. His nerves were getting to him. What was new?
It was too dark; he couldn't possibly see any one inside. He huffed and shoved the doors open. He froze aiming at everything. Nothing moved so he signalled to Leon to move his ass closer.
A woman lay over her desk. Blood covered the grey desk, what papers she had were soaked through, it stuck to the desk like another layer, "Whoa!"
Chris glanced in Leon's direction, "If it's not Umbrella then it's the H.C.F."
"Claire was right. Oh my God! All these people!" his eyes didn't seem to move away from the dead woman. He was lucky since her face was down on the desk and her hair was over her head covering some of the blood. He heaved moving to the far wall. He took in deep breaths whilst holding on for support.
"Leon?" Chris said, "You know what you were going to expect. You saw this in Raccoon City."
Leon turned to him and glared, "Well excuse me for not being used to this shit!"
Chris moved towards him, "I didn't mean for it to come out like that, it's just, well, whenever we're dealing with Umbrella people die."
Leon stayed silent. Chris was trying but failing at helping him get through a fraction of the gore.
"I understand if you can't come."
"What?!" he gasped, "Just because I get concerned doesn't mean I can't do this!"
"Then fine we're agreed we're through this to the end?"
"Not even wild horses could drag me away from here!"
Chris smiled, "Well let's get on with it!"
He held onto his gun tightly and followed Chris into the unknown. They walked passed the elevator, the power was out and so was it. They continued until they reached the stairs. Chris glared up and listened for anything. He only could hear the rhythm of his heart throbbing viciously within his chest. He stepped onto the wooden stairs and froze, it creaked loudly under him he cursed and carried on. Leon stood behind him and moved when Chris moved. He licked his lips anxiously to reach the first level. He wiped his brow and grasped his gun tightly.
Chris walked up until he met a dead body; he stopped and glanced at Leon. The body lay over a few steps, it obstructed their path, but they could easily enough step over the corpse. Leon moved first only to be stopped by Chris; he grabbed his shirt and shook his head.
"You see the ankles?" he whispered.
Leon narrowed his eyes and glanced at the dead body's ankles. The body had no shoes of any kind on, its pasty skin was grey, but its ankles were very strange. Coagulated blood lay on the skin, the back of the ankles were ripped away. There was no other blood or any part of the ankle lying around; the rest of the body looked unharmed. However that was the back, they didn't know if the corpse's front was as intact as the back.
"What you think did that?" nudged Leon.
"I don't think it was human, that's for sure."
Nor did Leon; it was Raccoon City all over again. More un-dead corpses to deal with.
He walked forward stepping over the body carefully not to hit it with his foot. Chris watched and as Leon passed the worst he reduced the tension and alertness within his body. Now it was his turn.
Leon stood behind the body; he replaced his gun back into his holster and waited for Chris.
Chris walked closer he grabbed the banister and pulled himself over the body. He nearly slipped, but lucky his hand held on tightly to the wooden frame.
"Leon!" called Chris.
He pulled away from the zombie as it grasped at his foot, he struggled but it wasn't working. Its eyes were black and held no life within them, its mouth opened wide ready to bite into Chris. He panicked, stamping his foot into the head of the zombie. It groaned but never let up.
Leon pulled his gun out and aimed, he pulled the trigger releasing a number of bullets into the carcass. The hold of the zombie faulted and it slid to the step groaning. Chris moved away pulling out his magnum. He aimed and shot it right in between the eyes. The entire head blew into huge lumps of bloody flesh.
It flew into the wall creating a red mess on the white painted bricks, gooey bits of brain landed on top of them. Chris didn't really care. His heart couldn't handle the amount of surprises every second.
He sat on the steps and gazed at the mess. Blood trickled down the wall into the puddle below it. It made the most disgusting squidgy sounds. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He sucked in the smoke and blew, "I hate zombies," he muttered.
Leon stood frozen, he still held his gun aiming at the, finally, lifeless zombie. Tiny bits of brain laid on his shirt, it soaked into the material staining the clean shirt. He glanced down at it and sighed fed up with everything. He moved down to Chris and sat down next to him.
Chris passed his cigarette towards Leon, he took it puffing in the smoke and coughed, "Never could get used to this," he said handing back the butt.
Chris glanced at the body and inhaled, "It's not something you should."