Chapter 2 - Taylor

My father warned me this would happen once. It used to be one of my favourite bed time stories. I was never the girl who wished she was Cinderella, or Snow White, or Sleeping Beauty, or even a princess at all. I loved the fights, and I always had to be a part of them. I guess they made me feel like I was someone, someone with power who didn't need protection from the evil witch in the forest or the big bad wolf.

My dad was my role model since he had everything I wanted. He had the power to control people, he had the knowledge to know what was right and what was wrong, he had the skills to be the creator of a mass corporation, but most of all he had taught me everything I knew. He was Ozwell E. Spencer, the man who everyone looked up to.

"Send a helicopter… now!" I frantically screamed into my phone. I was where I didn't belong, Racoon City, and I was frantic to get out.

"There once was a beautiful girl named…" I remembered my father telling me one rainy night.
"Daddy, name her Taylor! Can her name be Taylor?"
"Sure sweetie. So this girl's name was Taylor and she had become a soldier for her Daddy's company. It was a cold dark night and the whole city had been infected and they had all become scary mutants! And do you know what happened when they bit you?" Dad asked. I searched my brain for an answer that would make him surprised I had thought of the idea.
"You'd become one of them? A scary mutant?"I smiled waiting for his approval. A very small smile spread across his face.
"That's right; no one wanted to get bitten by these creatures! But Taylor was stuck in that town with no way to get out because Daddy's corporation was afraid the news would get out, so they wanted to blow the city up."

"Sorry Taylor I can't. They're supposed to blow up Racoon City by tomorrow at sunset." Andy, a co-worker of mine, explained into the phone. How could he sound so calm and collected when he knew that I was stuck in a city filled with people infected with the T-Virus?

"BOOM!" I interrupted and he laughed.
"Taylor had to find a way out, so she called Daddy, but Daddy couldn't pick up the phone so an assistant answered. He told Taylor she couldn't get rescued. So now it was up to Taylor to survive by herself. She walked along a big long road and a scary monster jumped at her."
"Did Taylor shoot him daddy, did she, did she?" I asked, so intrigued by the story.
"Of course, but the shot attracted more and more scary mutants so now she was surrounded.

"So what's the problem?" I asked extremely annoyed. "It's sunset now, I think you have enough time!" I walked on a long path surrounded by broken down buildings with boarded up windows. I scanned the place, holding the gun tightly in my right hand, pointing at the cold air in front of me.

"Ugh-oh!" I interrupted again.
"Taylor didn't think she'd escape. She thought she was done for when she saw all the monsters close in on her. But then a handsome young man jumped down and shot at all the mutants! He saved her life and soon Taylor and the boy fell in love!"
"Ew Daddy that's gross! No boys! Boys are icky!" I complained, and he laughed again.
"So now Taylor and the boy's mission was to get out of the city, not get bitten, and before sunset the next day."

"Yeah, well, no one actually wants to fly there and rescue you. Well not you, just…anyone…"

"Well… make them change their minds; lie or something!"

"Taylor, you act like it's so simple to lie to Umbrella!" At this Andy had lowered his voice.

"Because it is," I said, as if it were the most obvious thing out there. I wasn't going to stay here for long. I was not going to get vaporized along with a bunch of mutated people.

How could they let me die there? I was one of Umbrella's best members! How could they just let me get vaporized as if I were one of the people that needed to be killed? I wasn't infected; in fact I was better, more confident, and more aware of everything than I had ever been before.

"No it's not! Look I'm sorry that I have to tell you this now, but honestly, nobody wants you back. You're too good for Umbrella, and everyone knows that. You know too much for your own good, and you're more skilled than anyone in your unit. You could take over Umbrella, and if that happens… It just shouldn't happen. Umbrella works for money, not for society or people. We don't give a shit about who lives or dies as long as the company keeps bringing a bunch of money. Your dad's dead, there is nothing anyone wants to do to rescue you anymore. You've been rescued too many times, and now that your dad is finally dead, it's your turn to die. I have to go, good luck." With that, Andy hung up on me.

I swore under my breath and I threw my phone against the wall of a half destroyed building. I watched the phone break in tiny pieces and everything fall out. What was the point of having a phone if no one was going to try to rescue me, let alone find me?

I heard a groan coming from somewhere around me, and I was sure that the groan had not slipped out of my own red lips. I quickly turned around only to see a mutated mass only two inches away from my face. My green eyes widened in shock and a copper bullet quickly shot out of my gun, puncturing the zombie's lung, which I was positive didn't do much harm to it.

I had never seen a zombie so close, and the sight of it frightened me of what Umbrella was actually capable of. The man's eyes had been completely dilated and were now just two holes in his head that looked like a child had coloured in white. He had holes in his head that broke down into small cracks all along his head, which had no hair on it. His whole face had been disfigured and his mouth was filled with small drops of blood dripping down from it. His clothes had been ripped in many places, and where his skin was visible, there was more dry blood visible.

I raised my gun up as he stumbled backwards from the impact of my bullet in his body, and pointed it at his head. I pulled the trigger once again and blew out part of his brain. He fell to the ground and I watched him for a little while, making sure he didn't get up.

It finally clicked. Dad knew about this all along, and that's what he was protecting me from: seeing how messed up Umbrella really was. They didn't care that they had infected people, now they were going to blow them up and cover it all so no one would know.

Did he know all along I was going to be in this situation? I was officially done with Umbrella; I was my own person and I wasn't going to join anyone else. Not that I really had anyone else to go along and escape with, I was probably the only one left.

There was another sound behind me and I spun around ready to shoot. There was the man again, with a busted lung, and half a brain.

"Dear God, just die already!" I rolled my eyes at him, and shot again, making him grunt once more. He tripped over his own bloody feet, but regained balance, making his way towards me. I raised my gun once more and stood still, pointing right in between his white eyes. I waited long enough for him to come closer to me, and I pulled the trigger once again. The man fell to the ground, blood gushing out of his new and final wound.

I started on way again, but I had no idea where I was even going. I had never been here before, and I didn't even have a map. I had to kill all my other crew members because they had all been bitten and they were the only ones who knew the way.

"Help…" I heard a small, weak voice coming from the corner of the street. My eyes widened and I ran towards the noise. There, on the floor, lay a small child who looked only to be six years old. I sighed and crouched down beside the girl.

"I'm Taylor, who are you?" I smiled at her.

"Lauren…please, help me." She could barely speak. Her dark blonde hair was filled with blood and lay messily around her head. Her cloths were all tattered and there were deep fresh wounds all around her small arms and legs. I placed my hand on her face, trying to show her that I was there for her.

I gasped as I felt her arm tighten around my wrist and her jaw opening, a disgusting and familiar sound escaping her mouth. Only then did I realize that she had been bitten and the virus had taken over her. Before I could react her mouth was only inches away from my hand.

Suddenly, her head dropped to the ground and the street became silent once again. I looked at her and noticed blood seeping from the top of her head. I looked up and noticed a dark figure slowly wave its hand at me. "You're welcome," a male voice yelled from the top of the roof.

As I sighed with relief the man jumped down from the roof and landed beside me. I looked deep into his hypnotizing teal eyes. His lips curled at the end, making his teeth somehow shine in the darkness that surrounded us. His shirt had been all torn up and it was extremely hard not to notice how well built he was. His dark blonde hair was a spiky messy, but that made him even more attractive.

"I'm Chase Woods, and you must be the super attractive girl with a temper that makes it to the end of the movie because I gave up my life for her." He smiled, and I couldn't help but smile back.

"Ew Daddy that's gross! No boys! Boys are icky!" Guess Dad couldn't help it, but neither could I.

"Taylor, and no, I can take care of myself." I gave him a cocky grin, stretching out my hand. He shook it, tilting his head towards dead and mutated Lauren.

"I've noticed."

I rolled my eyes at his comment. "So how long have you been watching me?" I asked, as we started walking along the road again.

"Oh, well you've been circling around my building for quite some time now, and it's hard not to hear a phone smashing against a wall and you shooting at people and complaining about how they just won't die."

"So you know the town if that was your building?" I asked, hope suddenly rising in me.

"Yeah, but I don't live there!" Chase answered. "I know the way out, but we'll never make it out. There is way too many of them, two people would never get past, seeing how we have limited ammo."

"So what's your plan, stay on top of a building and die by normal people, instead of mutated ones?"

"Well that's apparently changed." He smirked taking a left at an intersection. Chase jumped over a fallen street light and stretched out his hand to help me. I looked at it and smiled, rolling my eyes. I stepped back and back flipped over the street light, hoping he'd get the message that I was capable of taking care of myself.

"Nice, but I can probably do better." He smirked and did two back flips, taking out his gun and shooting up at a window right before he landed on the hard cement ground.

"And you just wasted a –" I started, but was interrupted as a woman's body came falling from the window, fast colliding with the ground. I stood there astonished, only to hear him laugh quietly.

"I know. I'm good." I rolled my eyes and started walking along side him again.

"So who do you work for?" I asked, not liking the silence that was coming between us. I guess it wasn't that bad to have a boy in my version of a fairytale.

"I'm a S.T.A.R.S. member. Apparently the bastards that work at Umbrella hate us with a passion, so they put every best S.T.A.R.S. member on this mission to get us all killed. How about you?"

I ignored Chase's question as I noticed a small fire in the distance. Were those people with a fire to keep warm, or zombies who accidentally caused a fire?

"Are those people?" I asked him. He looked to where I was pointing. Chase looked at me, his eyebrows rising in a questioning look, and then shifting his gorgeous eyes back to the fire.

"Would you like to risk your life to see?" He asked, and I could tell he was debating if they were people or T-Virus infected people.

"Only if you're ok with ending your movie by me being the last one left alive because you oh-so-heroically died for me." I smiled and started walking towards the fire. Chase looked amused as he followed me.

We approached the large tent slowly and with caution. To our surprise, a man in a green vest stood up immediately and quickly drew a hand gun out of his pants. Instinct swept over and I quickly lunged for the gun in my jacket and drew it out, pointing at the man's head.

"Wow - wow - wow!" Chase quickly said raising his hands up slightly. "We don't want to hurt anybody, we know a way out but we can't get out without more people killing what's in our way." He explained as the man lowered his gun and eyes us suspiciously.

"Captain, we need you." The man yelled into the tent. He had a buzz hair cut and a plenty of scars across his face that made him stand out. The man that came out of the tent had sandy blonde hair and was tallest out of all of us that stood outside the tent.

"Who are you?" He asked coldly.

"S.T.A.R.S. member Chase Woods and you?" Chase answered, with the same unexpected coldness in his voice.

"Captain Domenic Logue. And that is?" He looked over in my direction; his blue eye seemed so cold.

"Taylor Spencer." I was surprised at how hostile they all were. "Why are you so reluctant to have us? We can only help you; what else would we do?" Domenic narrowed his eyes at me and then at Chase, contemplating what I just said.

"Captain, what' going on out here?" A brunette who looked so uptight walked out of the tent. "Who are you people?" She glared at me.

"The latest edition to our crew." Dominic said, walking back into the tent.

"Excuse me?" The lady raised her voice.

"Yeah. These people know how to get out apparently."

"So? They could be deranged killers!" I rolled my eyes. I really wanted to tell her I was team leader of the U.B.C.S. which was probably a million times a higher rank that what she had ever even dreamed of becoming.

"I'm a S.T.A.R.S. member, miss." Chase told her calmly, although I could tell he was getting annoyed.

"Lieutenant," She corrected. "So then where's your vest, sir?" She looked at his black T-Shirt. "It sure doesn't look like you're a S.T.A.R.S. member."

"My skills are the same vest or not. I'm sure if I had a vest you'd accuse me of stealing it from a dead S.T.A.R.S. member." The woman glared at him.

"And what do you bring to the table?" She asked me coldly.

"More than you would ever dream of." I replied, rolling my eyes as she stormed back into the tent.

"I wouldn't have done that if I were you." The man with the buzz cut told me.

"And why not?" I asked as Chase walked over to the fire.

"She's extremely bossy and a major jerk, but each one of us has something extremely off. Emily, the one you just talked to, she's easy to set off and makes a huge deal about everything. Captain Domenic Logue can be a jerk if he likes, but he's actually a kind man, although he killed a little girl once."

"On purpose?" Chase asked, stunned.

"Oh, no, it was an accident that only I know about since he's good at covering it up. Peter Eastwood, the shy guy, he has no family, therefore making him a cold blooded killer if he has to be. Corporal Jim Robinson hates and wants to kill all Umbrella members because Umbrella messed his son up big time. Lieutenant Major Firkins is too kind to be in this group. He couldn't kill a zombie, therefore making him the weakest in the group. Evelyn Edwards just joined us, so I don't know much about her, but I know she can't handle a gun which makes her very vulnerable." At this the man smirked. "Then there's James Wolff, whom we had to rescue from a mob of zombies; that kid is so weak looking."

"And you?" I asked, sitting down beside Chase, closer than I had intended too.

"I've raped two people before." He acted like it was no big deal. "But just how everyone has something that sets them off, we all have something that makes us better than everyone else here. So what do you have?" His brown eyes stared deep into mine.

"I love fighting and I was raised that way." I would have said I work for Umbrella but I knew that they all would have made me stay behind since they all hated Umbrella a lot.

"So then what's so good about you?" The man asked.

"That's for you to figure out."

The man smirked and stood up. "It's now your responsibility to watch over us, so good luck staying awake." He walked inside the tent leaving me and Chase outside.

"You look really tired. Go inside and sleep for a little while, I can handle it." Chase smiled which caused an extremely strange feeling to occur in the pit of my stomach.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. I'll see you in a little while." He told me as I stood up and walked towards the tent. Dad never finished the story he told me that one night, so now it was up to me to finish from where he had left off.