Mayhem Follows …

Jack Wilkes opened his eyes and uttered out a painful gasp. His arms were burning from all the lacerations caused from the fall. Large amount of splinters were in the back side of his body. Phoebe watch in horror as Jack suffered endlessly on her bed. White nubs protruding out his legs told of his broken bones. Jack's cries turned more calmer and settled. His eyes suddenly closed and it appeared he was sleeping.

Phoebe didn't know what to do. The B.S.A.A were competitors of her organization. The policies were to report Bio-Organic Weapons if sited. Jack tested from his reaction to be one of the infected. He was breathing calming and normal which was odd. It appeared to her that her medical skills are to be sought after. During her training, Phoebe excelled at medic training. She patched Jack up: placing bandages on his cuts, endlessly removing splinters from his back, and placed his legs in a splinter. Jack's skin had more color now and his cuts already scabbed over. All over his body, wounds started to disappear. Phoebe then heard screams echoes throughout the city. She looked out the window and notices puff of smoke forming at the crowded districts of the area. "We have to get out of here, Phoebe," said Jack gruffly "its not safe here." Phoebe turned back to see Jack already ready to leave. He had a calm posture that she recognized during the first time they met. She nodded and got her pistol from the drawer. They both exited the apartment door for the journey ahead.

Jack's mind was racing. The automatic rifle hiding in his cloak was resting on his back while the magnum laid inside it's holster. The indulge to kill once again presented itself in his mind. For some reason, Jack didn't succumb to the feeling and didn't turn into one of those infected. He healed quicker and was faster in reaction. He looked at Phoebe as they entered her car. She changed greatly and knew that it'll be a hard time eliminating her. It smelled good with a hint of cinnamon. He laid back looking at the city and remembering the decision he made. The objective for visiting Phoebe was to recruit her and others into eliminating members of counter B.O.W. organizations such as from the B.S.A.A. He got the cloak from a member of that organization after killing the scientists experimenting on the infected a year ago after falling from the helicopter. He read reports from the scientists' camps that organizations will be formed to counter B.O.W to gain "profits" from ailing countries. 'Sure it was a healthy endeavor, but after the incident with the loose virus at my city I'm not letting this happen again.' thought Jack. His employer was Albert Wesker, the main creator of STARS. Wesker offered the freedom of this frivolous system of the undead attacking and profiting organizations taking money from under the table. Jack looked up and noticed a large building complex with the words, GEMZ. The windows were shattered while flames poured out. Jack then closed his eyes for the coming battles.

Soon gunfire was heard from the city. Jack opened his eyes and noticed that Phoebe was gone. He got out of the car and upholstered his pistol. The cold steel laid perfectly in his hand and out as the laser beam told where to aim. The surroundings were comprised of an alleyway. Jack suddenly saw Phoebe enter a building and he ran toward her. As he reached the mouth of the alleyway a dark figure appeared out of the darkness. Its decomposing hands reached out to him as it lunged. With quick reflexes, Jack let loose two bullets that flew in the air with a whistle. He heard bones crunch as the hot metals entered its now dead foe's head. Soon he heard sounds of laughter come from behind him. Jack sprinted to the door Phoebe entered and closed it. Pure darkness was enveloping the room as he walked up the stairs to a well light room. He peaked in the room and saw a whole room full of agents. They all had the insignias of B.S.A.A. on their backs. The impulse to kill, this time, took control as he took out his upgraded automatic rifle and made sure it was full. He once again look in the room and jumped out of his cover with his gun. He pulled the trigger.

Phoebe entered the building after noticing the Infected develop a more strategize way of attacking. She ran up the stairs and opened the door. People she knew were conversing to each other and she walked up to the computer. She saw the whole area was swarming with Infected. New infected were things walking on all fours that were blind and had long tongues. "Hey Phoebe, what you doing?" said Rick, one of her fellow squad members. "I have things to do Ricky, I have no time to waste." whispered Phoebe. Rick nodded and walked over to the elevator. Phoebe then ran toward the elevator and entered it with Rick. They disappeared as the steel doors closed. She laid her back against the wall and let out a sigh. She then noticed that she left Jack passed out in the car. As soon as she reached the administration level on the thirty-first floor, gunshots echoed through the stairs. Suddenly a lurking figure came out of the building. Its body was similar to the Tank she had fought off a year ago but it had a normal beef up human form. It was dressed in a trench coat and had on its badge N-35. It raised up its standard size shotgun and fired the bullets. Phoebe felt a tackle from her left as she fell to the ground. "Come on Phoebe it's an Infected, we have to leave!" Rick said as he was laying on top of her. They both got up and as they left Phoebe saw a picture of man on the computer labeled Albert Wesker.

As they ran throughout the office complex they reached the helipad. Its huge platform cradled a transport helicopter. Rick got in and started the engine. The whirring of blades was heard and Phoebe checked the helicopter thoroughly. No traces of Infected thought Phoebe. She sat next to Rick and wondered if Jack is alive or not.

Two more bodies of B.S.A.A. dropped dead on floor. Jack walked over the bodies and noticed the Infected were now in the building. Three more agents flew down the stairs and once they had Jack pulled out his magnum. He pulled the trigger and three bullets flawlessly killed the agents. Jack finally reached the thirty-first floor and opened the door. He checked the hallway and noticed a bulk of a man coming toward him. Jack took out his pistol and let out a full clip on the Infected. The eight bullets entered the target easily with the sounds of flesh exploding. It still walked over to him with its shotgun raised toward him. It pulled the trigger and a hail of bullets entered Jack. Jack flew back into a cubicle and hit his head. Blood spurted out of his wounds and his mouth. The Infected walked toward him and picked Jack up. It brought up the shotgun to Jack's chin. Soon the whirring of a helicopter came toward the window beside the Infected. The sound of an RPG enveloped Jack's sound. Heat scorched his whole body as the Infected let out a cry. Jack fell to the ground and noticed the Infected was torn in half. He limped toward the window and the bright light gazed upon him. He saw Phoebe from the cockpit and she pointed toward the helipad. Jack left the room and walked on the helipad toward the copter. The gunshot wounds were now healed and Jack laid down in the cargo area. He could hear the hum of the whirring of the blade on the helicopter. Jack's eyes closed and he heard Phoebe talk. He ignored her and fell asleep.