I need to make sure that no one escapes here alive. People escaping and spreading word about Umbrella will be our downfall.
I especially need to eliminate that investigator, he knows too much already. And I now know that he is proving to be… a challenge.
Pulling back the slide on his pistol, and checking the chamber, he
strolls to the door, and unlocks the heavy metal door.
No one is leaving. Not while I'm still breathing.
Logan prowled the halls, alert as ever. The Butcher was still around on the same floor as him. He could see the large blood trail that he had left behind after he killed the medic.
He had just happened to walk past one doorway when things started to happen. Really quickly.
The Butcher had burst out of the darkness of one room, and grabbed Logan by his neck. He was lifted up into the air, and the Butcher's iron fist closed around his airway. His neck would break before he would die of lack of oxygen.
In desperation, he drew his knife and plunged it into the Butcher's wrist. Blood began to shoot out of stab wound as Logan shoved the blade deeper. The butcher dropped him and held his wrist,he looked up at Logan with a death glare.
This had to end. Logan purposely made a run for it, and he could hear the heavy footsteps of the Butcher behind him.
He was just running past an elevator when things went wrong. The Butcher had caught up with him, and planted a kick into his abdomen. He flew right into the elevator door, making a large dent. The Butcher then charged him. Logan rolled to the left, and the Butcher smashed tight into the elevator. The entire elevator, and the Butcher, and fell down the shaft. However, before falling, the Butcher grabbed Logan by his uninjured leg, and pulled him down with him.
Logan was alive. The reason: The Butcher cushioned the fall. There was a large dust cloud surrounding him, from the rubble of the crashed elevator. Stumbling through the darkness, he remembered his flashlight. After switching it on, he tried his best to navigate the dust filled area. He then bumped into a car. He had made it out of the dust. Logam was now in a large parking lot, and the large driveways to allow entry and exit were now closed by bug metal shutters. Walking around the lot, he found several barrels filled with gasoline. It was then he heard an unearthly wail coming back from that still dust filled elevator area. The Butcher began walking out of the dust, his axe in hand. Logan stood his ground, and started shooting. The first round went clean through his skull. The second went into his chest. He was not slowing down. The Butcher charged him again, but this was a mistake. Logan jumped and rolled to the side, just as the Butcher crashed into the gasoline filled barrels. Logan was at a safe distance, so he shot the barrels.
The explosion bathed the whole garage in bright orange light.
The Butcher was now in flames, and his right arm had been completely blown off. The Butcher had fallen to his knees, his axe blown apart in the explosion. Logan walks up to him, draws his knife, and repeatedly stabs the Butcher in the head. Blood sprayed Logan's face as he finished him off. When he stopped, the Butcher's upright corpse fell to the side. He didn't move again at all.
Backing away from the body, Logan sees a security office, and a door that probably led to another part of the building.
When he stepped into the office, he heard a beeping noise. It was his earpiece. He had put into his pocket hours before.
"Logan are you there? I lost contact with you! I've been trying to track you down for hours!" Said a male voice.
Logan put his earpiece back on.
"I'm still breathing, but a lot has happened. Theres been a virus outbreak here. It turns out, theres a lab underneath the asylum where they have been performing the experiments."
Logan left out the part about Umbrella. He still needed to know whether it was really true or not.
"We sent reinforcements a half hour ago. There is a helicopter landing pad in the back area of the asylum. Fifth floor. Meet them there."
"Alright, I'm on my way there now."
Logan walked through a dark storage area that had led to a stairwell. He went all the way up, but was surprised when a zombie lurched out of the darkness, almost causing him to fall down the stairs. After putting a bullet through its head, he made it to the fifth floor. He was walking down a corridor filled with large windows. Pale moonlight shone through them. This gave the forest outside an even scarier appearance. But then he saw a US military blackhawk fly past them, casting a large black shadow across the hall.
Logan moved quickly to make it to the helipad.
He made it to a trashed lobby, where the the double doors leading to the helipad was wide open. Logan ran outside and began waving his arms. The chopper descended, and four armed soldiers got out. The chopper rose back into the night sky, and flew away.
The four men ran up to Logan. They were all fully dressed in black tactical gear, and they all wore gas masks. All of them were armed with M4s with holo sights and laser attachments.
"I'm Trevor, squad leader, thats Johnson, Rivera, and Jet."
"I'm Logan. So I'm guessing you guys were briefed already?"
"Yeah, we're dressed for protection against the biohazard."
"Jesus Christ… what happened here?" Trevor said.
They had walked into the ransacked lobby. There was a large blood pool in the middle, leading to an open air vent. Logan holstered his pistol, and unslung his assault rifle. "We're not alone" Johnson said.
Suddenly a creature crawled out of the air vent. It was skinless, its brain was exposed, it had large claws and no eyes. But the most noticeable thing was its long tongue.
They fired at it point blank. The creature lunged at them, but was dead within seconds. It was reduced to a bloody heap on the floor.
"That wasn't the only one" Trevor said. More of these creatures began crawling out of the dark hallways, cells, every dark crevice.
They fought for their lives. Logan shot one licker off the ceiling.
"Down this way!" Jet yelled.
They all ran down the corridor that he was pointing in. The lickers followed them. Logan gunned down another licker.
Another crawled out of a staff room.
"These things just keep coming!" Johnson shouted.
The group of five men gunned down multiple lickers, another crawled out of an air vent and jumped on top of trevor. Trevor wrestled with the thing, and drew a knife. He drove it into its tongue, pulled out his sidearm, and shot it in the head.
He got to his feet and kept fighting.
Rivera took a grenade off his belt and tossed it down the hallway.
The explosion took out two lickers.
"Come on! Theres a stairwell down here!" Rivera yelled.
They ran down the hallway, and Trevor kicked the door open.
Rivera killed one last licker and got in the stairwell. Logan slammed the door shut. The group of four soldiers all turned on their flashlights. "They can, and will, get through that door."
Trevor said. "I'll take point." Said Logan.
They descended the staircase, but when they reached the third floor,
they could hear the door on the fifth floor get smashed open. A licker fell from the top railing, and smashed its head open on the stairs. Jet raised his M4 and aimed it at the darkness above, and opened fire.
"Go downstairs! I'll cover you!" They made their way to the first floor with covering fire from Jet.
Logan kicked open the door at the first floor, and they all ran into the hall. Logan then slammed the door shut.
"Take the time to reload, there's definitely more infected here."
As they made their way through the halls, they found a cafeteria.
"Hold on…" Trevor said. He walked up to the cafeteria door.
"OH DAMN!" The door swung open, and the five men met a wall of zombies. There were tons of them, all crowded into the cafeteria.
They all opened fire on them as they backed away from the door.
"Aim for their heads!"
The zombies dropped with shots to the head in clusters,
Finally the large crowd was reduced to a growing pool of blood on the once white tile floor. Logan stepped over the bodies. "Oh my god…"
The room was a massacre. Bodies lie on the floor, stripped to nothing but bone and sinew. Blood covered possibly every inch of the place. "Jesus…" Trevor murmured. Johnson walked over to the kitchen door, and kicked it open. It was empty.
Logan loaded a fresh clip into his rifle.
They seriously needed to find the lab.