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Benson and Taylor only had to go down to the second floor, there would be the generator. This was purely an in/out operation, well it wasn't really an operation but with creatures running about the place bent on death they made it one.
Benson took the front while Taylor took the back. They both had H.C.F standard issue assault rifles, state-of-the-art, which really kicked ass. Benson attached a torch to the top of his gun and carefully scanned every area there was, after his fiasco with one of the local residents he wasn't going to take any chances, even if it was going to take them forever just to put the power back on then so be it. He was proud with his work and just minutes before he was ashamed and disgusted with himself. Top of the class and expert with weapons he still couldn't believe he let a crazy get the better of him.
His head was still aching but it didn't matter, it only made him know that he was alive and kicking, "Which door?"
Taylor glanced back and pulled out a small map, there were three doors, straight-ahead, one to the right and one to the left. And none of them had any indication to where they led, "Left one," he replied taking back his concentration.
Benson twisted the knob and kicked the door open; it swung round knocking into the wall. It halted. Benson stood still staring into the dark, "Gimme the night vision."
Taylor lifted the black goggles from his head and passed them to him, "Hurry up!"
Benson smirked, "Scared?"
"No, just don't want to get my ass whooped by a crazy."
He snatched the goggles from him and narrowed his eyes; it was going haunt him for the rest of his life. And the guys back at base would have a field day. He put the goggles over his eyes and scanned the room, it was pure black inside and there appeared to be no windows of any kind. He sighed; with only a pair of night vision goggles it was going to be hard.
"Did you hear that?" Taylor whispered.
"No, it's just you pissing yourself," he laughed.
"I mean it Benson! Something is in there."
He puffed, "I scanned the area!"
"Look again damnit!"
"Fine!" he looked through the goggles adjusting the focus. He explored every area he could. It was a quite a big room. The generator took most of the space with the three massive turbines, only one part was obstructing by his vision, it was a path leading to the control panel for the generator. He inspected slowly from left to right.
"Hello," he smiled taking off the goggles and walked inside flashing his torch into a corner, "There's your problem," he said pointing to a man crouched over a body.
It turned round and groaned, "Fuck!" yelled Taylor, "What the fuck?!"
Benson moved closer gazing at the un-dead man; pieces of flesh and blood lay on his lips as he munched on some organ. It shifted slightly getting up to move to Benson. He kicked it down with his foot, "Remarkable."
The zombie fell back groaning, trying to crawl to him, his mouth open and ready to eat flesh. Benson moved closer poking the thing with his gun, "Nasty shit huh?" he said glancing to Taylor.
"Stop playing around and just shoot it!" He walked down the path to the control panel. He grabbed his flashlight from his pocket and aimed it at some writing:
'Generator power instructions – Turning back power must be done in accordance, if it is not the generator will not operate - 1). Turn wheel right until it locks in. 2). Pull levers one, three and four. 3). Now push in switches 1-10. After two minutes pull lever two.'
He did what it said, mainly because he really wanted to get out and as far from there as humanly possible. He glanced back at Benson and shook his head, "Idiot." He grabbed the wheel and twisted it, the rusted metal creaked loudly. It sounded like a nail scratching a chalkboard. It irritated him, but it had to be done. It locked in making a metallic click. He glanced quickly at the instructions pulling levers one, three and four. He puffed taking off his jacket but still keeping the rifle around his neck. His eyes were beginning to adapt to the darkness slightly. He gazed at his torch and smiled happily to have some light with him no matter how dim it was.
"Switches 1 to 10," he muttered to himself practically fed up that he did all the work while Benson did shit. He pushed in the switches glancing at his incompetent partner, "Haven't you seen a zombie before?"
Benson placed the nozzle of his rifle over the heart of his victim, he ignored Taylor's remark knowing exactly what he was trying to achieve. He gazed at the rotting corpse pushing in the nozzle harder into the grey flesh, "Nasty," and he pulled the trigger. The zombie jerked back as each bullet passed through it. It sagged to the floor surrounded by its blood. Benson bent down and poked the poor creature again, "Nasty," he shuddered.
He stood up glaring at the thing fascinated at what he was seeing, "I wonder what Umbrella has cooked up?"
"More than you know."
He turned suddenly feeling whatever was said close, "What you say?" he yelled towards Taylor.
He looked back and frowned, "You're smoking that shit again aren't you?"
Benson narrowed his eyes, "No! Did you say something?"
Taylor shook his head turning to the control panel.
Benson didn't like this; he swore he heard someone reply to his outspoken thought. He shuddered hoping it was all in his head. But what if it wasn't? No matter he had his rifle.
He turned to the right, towards the door; a sound was emanating from it a low but very heavy thudding sound. He straightened his self and walked quietly towards it. It was getting louder; it was footsteps, heavy ones. He clutched the rifle and breathed in silently. He muttered a quiet pray to himself while kissing his crucifix and walked to the glass peering out to the corridor. He put the night goggles on scanning for anything. He exhaled comforted by the deserted hallway.
"Taylor man, are you finished yet?"
He leant on the wall waiting for a reply, "Taylor," he huffed, "Cat caught your tongue? It'll be a first," he laughed.
The silent just kept on ringing; he had enough, "Taylor damnit!" he walked forward swinging his rifle round his back. He turned to the path leading to the generator's control panel following Taylor's dim but bright enough light.
"Taylor what is your prob-" he stopped in his tracks gazing at a torn body surrounded by blood. He eyes open showing the utter pain and grief. He grasped his rifle searching the area. He bent down to Taylor's side and checked his pulse. Nothing. He cursed stepping away from the body. Whatever was in there it could see, even in the dark.
He pulled out his radio from his jacket pocket, "Taylor is down! I repeat man down in the generator room! Need assistance immediately!" he paused waiting for a reply.
"Baker here what the hell is going on?"
"I don't know! Something has killed Taylor…" he cut off watching something move from the shadows, it's loud thudding footsteps drowning every other sound within the room even the radio.
It emerged from the darkness and into the torches dimness. Its long green reptilian arms hung by its side with long strong black claws. It stopped staring straight at him and crouched. Its yellow eyes piercing into him, it snarled revealing long pointed teeth smeared with blood.
Taylor's blood.
Benson froze traumatised by the ugly, but very dangerous beast. He grasped the rifle aiming at it. He was shaking, sweat dripped down his forehead tickling his skin as it ran towards his neck. He backed up until his damp back was touching the cold levers.
He gulped and the beast was already in the air falling down onto him. He pulled the trigger missing the animal by inches. The huge claw flew into his chest ripping the skin, muscle, fat and even the bone away. The animal sank its teeth into his chest grinding on his hot flesh and blood. He screamed as the pain ruptured through his entire body, but his screams were drowned out by the inhuman howls of the beast chewing on his heart.
"Benson!?" called the static voice.
"Benson is," said the voice while staring at his body, "currently inoperable."
"Who is this?!"
The young girl with the golden hair handed the mechanical object to the Hunter. It took it crushing the small black box into nothing more but pieces. She laughed patting her trusted pet. It rubbed its face on her shoulder as if it was a cat. She glared down at her clothes; smears of blood ran deep within the material. The Hunter must have sensed the change in her mood because it stepped back afraid. She touched the blood and gazed at her finger, "Not to worry, by the end of this night we will all be covered in their blood," she laughed licking her finger smudging her lips in red, "We will drink from their bodies as they scream for mercy. And dance on their graves as we celebrate their death." Her laugher rang throughout the room echoing from one end to the other. She skipped towards the control panel like it was all a game.
"And God said 'Let there be light'" she pulled lever number two up, bright beams of light flashed on. She smiled up gazing at the brilliance of the whiteness.
"It's time to have some fun," she said turning to the creature, "And there's plenty of fresh bodies waiting for you," she smirked stroking its head, she bent down just a bit whispering close to its ear, "I want to hear them scream as you rip their hearts from their chest."
It moved back snarling and began running towards the door looking for more bodies to eat.
More blood to spill.
The young girl pouted, a little sad that everyone in the room was dead; she couldn't have any more fun until she caught Claire. Well there were the other commandos and not forgetting the ever so resilient and challenging Wesker. She giggled quietly to herself pleased with her work and for the future activities of the night. She skipped along to the exit singing her most precious lullaby. Her father's lullaby:
"…There was a friendly but naïve King who met a very nasty Queen. The King was loved but the Queen was feared. Til one day strolling in his court an arrow pierced the kind King's heart, he lost his life and, his lady love…"
Benson and Taylor only had to go down to the second floor, there would be the generator. This was purely an in/out operation, well it wasn't really an operation but with creatures running about the place bent on death they made it one.
Benson took the front while Taylor took the back. They both had H.C.F standard issue assault rifles, state-of-the-art, which really kicked ass. Benson attached a torch to the top of his gun and carefully scanned every area there was, after his fiasco with one of the local residents he wasn't going to take any chances, even if it was going to take them forever just to put the power back on then so be it. He was proud with his work and just minutes before he was ashamed and disgusted with himself. Top of the class and expert with weapons he still couldn't believe he let a crazy get the better of him.
His head was still aching but it didn't matter, it only made him know that he was alive and kicking, "Which door?"
Taylor glanced back and pulled out a small map, there were three doors, straight-ahead, one to the right and one to the left. And none of them had any indication to where they led, "Left one," he replied taking back his concentration.
Benson twisted the knob and kicked the door open; it swung round knocking into the wall. It halted. Benson stood still staring into the dark, "Gimme the night vision."
Taylor lifted the black goggles from his head and passed them to him, "Hurry up!"
Benson smirked, "Scared?"
"No, just don't want to get my ass whooped by a crazy."
He snatched the goggles from him and narrowed his eyes; it was going haunt him for the rest of his life. And the guys back at base would have a field day. He put the goggles over his eyes and scanned the room, it was pure black inside and there appeared to be no windows of any kind. He sighed; with only a pair of night vision goggles it was going to be hard.
"Did you hear that?" Taylor whispered.
"No, it's just you pissing yourself," he laughed.
"I mean it Benson! Something is in there."
He puffed, "I scanned the area!"
"Look again damnit!"
"Fine!" he looked through the goggles adjusting the focus. He explored every area he could. It was a quite a big room. The generator took most of the space with the three massive turbines, only one part was obstructing by his vision, it was a path leading to the control panel for the generator. He inspected slowly from left to right.
"Hello," he smiled taking off the goggles and walked inside flashing his torch into a corner, "There's your problem," he said pointing to a man crouched over a body.
It turned round and groaned, "Fuck!" yelled Taylor, "What the fuck?!"
Benson moved closer gazing at the un-dead man; pieces of flesh and blood lay on his lips as he munched on some organ. It shifted slightly getting up to move to Benson. He kicked it down with his foot, "Remarkable."
The zombie fell back groaning, trying to crawl to him, his mouth open and ready to eat flesh. Benson moved closer poking the thing with his gun, "Nasty shit huh?" he said glancing to Taylor.
"Stop playing around and just shoot it!" He walked down the path to the control panel. He grabbed his flashlight from his pocket and aimed it at some writing:
'Generator power instructions – Turning back power must be done in accordance, if it is not the generator will not operate - 1). Turn wheel right until it locks in. 2). Pull levers one, three and four. 3). Now push in switches 1-10. After two minutes pull lever two.'
He did what it said, mainly because he really wanted to get out and as far from there as humanly possible. He glanced back at Benson and shook his head, "Idiot." He grabbed the wheel and twisted it, the rusted metal creaked loudly. It sounded like a nail scratching a chalkboard. It irritated him, but it had to be done. It locked in making a metallic click. He glanced quickly at the instructions pulling levers one, three and four. He puffed taking off his jacket but still keeping the rifle around his neck. His eyes were beginning to adapt to the darkness slightly. He gazed at his torch and smiled happily to have some light with him no matter how dim it was.
"Switches 1 to 10," he muttered to himself practically fed up that he did all the work while Benson did shit. He pushed in the switches glancing at his incompetent partner, "Haven't you seen a zombie before?"
Benson placed the nozzle of his rifle over the heart of his victim, he ignored Taylor's remark knowing exactly what he was trying to achieve. He gazed at the rotting corpse pushing in the nozzle harder into the grey flesh, "Nasty," and he pulled the trigger. The zombie jerked back as each bullet passed through it. It sagged to the floor surrounded by its blood. Benson bent down and poked the poor creature again, "Nasty," he shuddered.
He stood up glaring at the thing fascinated at what he was seeing, "I wonder what Umbrella has cooked up?"
"More than you know."
He turned suddenly feeling whatever was said close, "What you say?" he yelled towards Taylor.
He looked back and frowned, "You're smoking that shit again aren't you?"
Benson narrowed his eyes, "No! Did you say something?"
Taylor shook his head turning to the control panel.
Benson didn't like this; he swore he heard someone reply to his outspoken thought. He shuddered hoping it was all in his head. But what if it wasn't? No matter he had his rifle.
He turned to the right, towards the door; a sound was emanating from it a low but very heavy thudding sound. He straightened his self and walked quietly towards it. It was getting louder; it was footsteps, heavy ones. He clutched the rifle and breathed in silently. He muttered a quiet pray to himself while kissing his crucifix and walked to the glass peering out to the corridor. He put the night goggles on scanning for anything. He exhaled comforted by the deserted hallway.
"Taylor man, are you finished yet?"
He leant on the wall waiting for a reply, "Taylor," he huffed, "Cat caught your tongue? It'll be a first," he laughed.
The silent just kept on ringing; he had enough, "Taylor damnit!" he walked forward swinging his rifle round his back. He turned to the path leading to the generator's control panel following Taylor's dim but bright enough light.
"Taylor what is your prob-" he stopped in his tracks gazing at a torn body surrounded by blood. He eyes open showing the utter pain and grief. He grasped his rifle searching the area. He bent down to Taylor's side and checked his pulse. Nothing. He cursed stepping away from the body. Whatever was in there it could see, even in the dark.
He pulled out his radio from his jacket pocket, "Taylor is down! I repeat man down in the generator room! Need assistance immediately!" he paused waiting for a reply.
"Baker here what the hell is going on?"
"I don't know! Something has killed Taylor…" he cut off watching something move from the shadows, it's loud thudding footsteps drowning every other sound within the room even the radio.
It emerged from the darkness and into the torches dimness. Its long green reptilian arms hung by its side with long strong black claws. It stopped staring straight at him and crouched. Its yellow eyes piercing into him, it snarled revealing long pointed teeth smeared with blood.
Taylor's blood.
Benson froze traumatised by the ugly, but very dangerous beast. He grasped the rifle aiming at it. He was shaking, sweat dripped down his forehead tickling his skin as it ran towards his neck. He backed up until his damp back was touching the cold levers.
He gulped and the beast was already in the air falling down onto him. He pulled the trigger missing the animal by inches. The huge claw flew into his chest ripping the skin, muscle, fat and even the bone away. The animal sank its teeth into his chest grinding on his hot flesh and blood. He screamed as the pain ruptured through his entire body, but his screams were drowned out by the inhuman howls of the beast chewing on his heart.
"Benson!?" called the static voice.
"Benson is," said the voice while staring at his body, "currently inoperable."
"Who is this?!"
The young girl with the golden hair handed the mechanical object to the Hunter. It took it crushing the small black box into nothing more but pieces. She laughed patting her trusted pet. It rubbed its face on her shoulder as if it was a cat. She glared down at her clothes; smears of blood ran deep within the material. The Hunter must have sensed the change in her mood because it stepped back afraid. She touched the blood and gazed at her finger, "Not to worry, by the end of this night we will all be covered in their blood," she laughed licking her finger smudging her lips in red, "We will drink from their bodies as they scream for mercy. And dance on their graves as we celebrate their death." Her laugher rang throughout the room echoing from one end to the other. She skipped towards the control panel like it was all a game.
"And God said 'Let there be light'" she pulled lever number two up, bright beams of light flashed on. She smiled up gazing at the brilliance of the whiteness.
"It's time to have some fun," she said turning to the creature, "And there's plenty of fresh bodies waiting for you," she smirked stroking its head, she bent down just a bit whispering close to its ear, "I want to hear them scream as you rip their hearts from their chest."
It moved back snarling and began running towards the door looking for more bodies to eat.
More blood to spill.
The young girl pouted, a little sad that everyone in the room was dead; she couldn't have any more fun until she caught Claire. Well there were the other commandos and not forgetting the ever so resilient and challenging Wesker. She giggled quietly to herself pleased with her work and for the future activities of the night. She skipped along to the exit singing her most precious lullaby. Her father's lullaby:
"…There was a friendly but naïve King who met a very nasty Queen. The King was loved but the Queen was feared. Til one day strolling in his court an arrow pierced the kind King's heart, he lost his life and, his lady love…"