Chapter 2
Government Facility
"Move, NOW!" screamed the oldest Redfield. The went to grab the door handle, but was blocked.
"We need-"
"My Sister is out, there. MY ONLY SISTER!" screamed Chris. He placed his hands on his head and ran them through his spiky dark hair. He walked back over to his chair and sat down. He leaned his forehead on his hands and stared at the table.
"Mr. Redfield, please take our offer into consideration." pleaded the man. He loosened his neck tie and sighed. "We're trying to help out the world here. We don't want another Raccoon City."
"You have NO idea what my family and friends have been through. This is the third time that this has happened to my sister and her husband. THE THIRD TIME!"
"We do know of the Rockfort, Starlight, and Spain incidents. And we are fully awar-"
"That they're dragged into that shit every time?"
"Why are you refusing us Mr. Redfield? You can help save your family and friends if you join us!"
"I have a kid on the way, I can't die by having a zombie tear out my throat. I would never do that to Jill and the others."
"Mr. Red-" Chris sighed and rubbed his eyes.
"Why do you want me to help you so badly?" he questioned. He looked at the man and noticed that he was about the same age as him. He had spiky reddish- brown hair with foggy blue eyes.
"Because my family was murdered along with all the other citizens of Raccoon City." Chris stiffened his back and looked into the young mans face. "Mr. Redfield, I'm already a parent, and I don't want my wife and child to live in the fear that yourself and all the victims have experienced."
"Why are you involving yourself with this, you're getting too far in. Umbre-"
"This isn't just Umbrella, there's rival companies that would kill to have the viruses. It's a race to see who can get the most money. They don't care about the lives of the innocent, they just care about their next paycheck. We just want to stop them bastards from destroying the world even farther than what they've done!"
Chris smirked and rolled his stiff shoulders. He looked up at the agent and said "Where can you sign me up?"
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Conference room
The blond man placed his intertwined hands under his chin and smirked. He looked around the large table seeing all of his top investors.
"So it seems that there is a viral outbreak at the Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport. Also, it isn't just the virus that's running rampant." he chuckled under his breath as he thought of what was happening.
"Sir, it also seems that Leon and Claire Kennedy are inside of the airport." stated a voice from behind.
"My, my, they do seem to get into the middle of everything. It's just their bad luck I suppose."
"Should we send someone down there to assist them?"
The blond man adjusted his dark sunglasses and looked over at his assistants.
"We'll send assistance to wipe out most of the subjects. We'll need some specimens to see what Spencer is up to. If they find the Kennedy's uninfected, then we might let them go. Just maybe. But it isn't the first time that they evaded death, they might get out on their own."
"Sir I would like to go on this mission." asked the red haired man that was behind him. He too, was shielded behind a pair of black frames. The blond man chuckled once again and sighed.
"We will send in the USF and see what they can accomplish. We also have other matters on hand."
"Mr. Wesker how did Spencer infect the airport in the first place?" asked an older gentleman.
"Yes, how did he do it?" agreed a woman.
"It seems he sent in a man with the hybrid virus in a duralinium case. He was shot and the case opened and the hybrid went into his bloodstream." stated a member
"He must have perfected the infection rate, it must be almost instantly." replied the blond.
"So what are we dealing with Wesker?" Wesker got up from his chair and walked to the front of room.
"We're dealing with the unstable version of what Jack Krauser has. It seems that the plaga and the virus cannot co-exist in these specimens."
"Then what are we going to do. What if it comes back to us?"
"Don't be foolish, they have proof that it was Spencer. Mr. Kennedy told the Government that he heard the man say Spencer."
The investors whispered to one another and came to a conclusion.
"Send out the USF, they have a better chance at killing the infected. We don't want another Raccoon City, we'll leave this in your hands Wesker."
The meeting ended and Wesker stood with his three closest employees. He had his back turned to them and said "You know what to do." the three ran off and Wesker went back to his chair.
He sat down and watched the monitors from the airport. He saw the infected people run through the halls and sink their teeth into anything that moved.
"Well, they're acting like the crimson heads... how interesting. I will find out exactly what they are and perfect it."
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Catacombs
"At least there aren't any puzzles here." stated Claire as she walked down the clammy corridor. Leon blew his bangs out of his eyes and squinted at the tunnel before them.
"Well we now have giant steel doors and crazy-assed running zombie-plaga hybrids."
"It's better than the sewers of Raccoon, I smelt like shit for a week, you did too." Claire chuckled while remembering their experiences.
"Well at least you're with me the whole time this time. The last time you had me worried sick."
This was true on both of their accounts, while in Raccoon City, they only met up a few times in the R.P.D. or in the underground tunnels. Pretty much after the semi hit the squad car, they were separated from each other nearly the entire time. One would figure out a puzzle, while the other would figure out another. Or one would lay a key out for the other to find and look for it's rightful place.
With just the little meetings and the small conversations over the radios, they both made it out of the nightmare. Them, and a little girl named Sherry Birkin. Sherry was reunited with them last year for a few days, and then she was taken by Spencer. Leon and the others tried to follow the trail, but it was no use, it was cleaner than ever.
"Ssshhhh." whispered Leon. Claire blinked and watched his Government training mode kick in even more.
Leon walked on the balls of his feet quietly down the gloomy hall. He stopped at the corner and stuck his ear on the wall. Breathing. He heard raspy, uneven breathing. Just like the breathing he heard on the other side of the door earlier.
He stepped back a few feet and pointed the shotgun at the opening. He waited a few moments, but nothing happened. Leon wasn't a fool, it was playing with him. Like a cat with a mouse before it kills it. He sucked in his breath so he could try to hear the breathing again, he strained his ears and... heard nothing.
"Shit." he whispered.
He walked a few paces forward to try and hear it again. He just got to the corner when something lunged out at him. It was inches away from his face until a loud shot could be heard. Leon covered his face as the zombie hybrid's head exploded into a thousand pieces.
Leon looked bak at Claire and saw a slight smirk on her lips.
"I couldn't let him hurt your pretty face honey." Leon laughed a little, more like hyperventilating after that scuffle. Claire bent down and slapped his knee, Leon jerked and looked at her.
"Hey, don't worry about it, I have your back like always." Leon started breathing normal again and looked at the dissolving body.
"Yeah, and I have yours too."
"Leon, are they dissolving like the people infected in Spain?"
"Yeah, it must be just like what Krauser had, but unstable."
"They also act like those 'Crimson Heads' that Chris told me about. They have super fast speed with long talons. He said that you can waste a ton of ammo on them to kill, or shoot/ blow their heads off."
"Well I think you got the blowing the head off part down." Leon got up from the ground and dusted himself off. "We should get goin', we don't want them to surround us while we're resting."
Claire nodded and stared to follow Leon from behind. Leon stopped abruptly and Claire smacked into his back.
"Wha-" Leon turned around and blew the head off a random zombie. After the head exploded, something started to pop out of the gurgling throat. A tentacle plaga popped pout of the hole and tried to whip at them.
"Fuck you." stated Leon. He raised his shotgun and blew it back to hell. He looked to the side and saw Claire clutching her chest.
"You see baby, I got your back too."
Claire nodded her head and looked back at the acid puddle.
"Great, they're maturing, we're gonna have to hurry the hell outta here." Leon grabbed Claire's hand and they once again trudged on through the darkness.
A/N: New Chapter! 8) I am super excited now! This was an early b-day present to me, from me! lolz lame, I know, but I read my stuff too! I have to improve my skillz lol.
Oh, what's going on with Jill and the others? Hmmm?? Who knows? I don't even know! xD I seriously don't, and that's kinda sad. Well I hope you guys liked the new chapter :D Gimme reviews to tell me how I'm doin'! Oh, and like always any complaints/ ideas just message/ review. And thanks for all the awesome reviews I got last chapter! I've never really showed my appreciation, So thanks to:
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