Chapter 7: Hating This Place

Billy un-holstered his Desert Eagle. Rebecca doing the same with her Berretta. "How many can you take, Rebecca?" Billy asked. Rebecca counted silently.

"Seventeen," she replied. "You?"

"Seven." Billy said.

Rebecca sighed inwardly and nodded. Billy had a grin on his face. He had been itching for a fight since they had landed in the damned mountains.

"Let's do this!"

Billy shot at the closest zombie still grinning at the fight. Rebecca shot two zombie's close to their exit.

"Billy clear a path to the door. Six and Sixteen." Rebecca said.

"Right. On my mark." Billy said.

Billy and Rebecca stepped towards the door. "Mark." They both ran forward firing at the zombie's in their path. Rebecca's gun clipped empty. Twenty seconds later Billy's did too. Rebecca slammed into the door. Billy fumbled at the doorknob. It clicked and the door swung open. Billy push Rebecca in. When Billy was in he slammed the door.

"Rebecca are you okay?"

Rebecca nodded. "Fine," she said. "Scared but fine." Billy nodded.

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Albert Wesker ran down one of the many long halls in the Estate. The S.T.A.R.S. members were clueless about what was going on in the Estate. He had to get to the lab the T-virus wasn't going to find itself. Wesker smiled to himself.

"Everything has gone to plan. Everything but that annoying Redfield girl… Why did Chris bring her!" he shouted. "He ruined my plans…"

Wesker couldn't think nothing was right at the moment. New plan think of a new plan…… Claire would be the perfect target…… But her brother he would just get in the way… And that cop, Leon…

"No matter I'll take care of them myself…. It won't make a difference."

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Barry fumbled for his gun. "G-get away!" he shouted. The thing that had grabbed him moved towards him, it's leg dragging behind it. The things eyes and skin were red. Barry aimed his gun shakily at the thing. The thing seemed to cock its head to one side. And then it was grinning. Running at him. Barry shot at it. Get away! Get away! Get away! The creature fell back and started to shake violently. It's arms and legs growing the muscles starting to show claws started to form and it's head started to change. Barry shot at it until his gun clicked empty. He pulled his colt from his holster and shot at the thing again. The bullets entered it's skull and it fell to it's side. Dead.

"I am really hating this place."