Chapter 5

Freeway

"How are we supposed to get into the airport exactly?" asked Carlos as he loaded his rifle, "I mean, the Government is trying to block the place off to the public."

Billy smirked and turned his head back from the passengers seat, "We can get in there, don't you worry about that." He looked over at Ark who was driving. He was trying to be calm as he drove, but knowing that his best friend and his wife were stuck in an airport infested with zombies... Well he didn't want to find his friends dead, or worse, undead.

Barry had stayed back at the Redfields to watch over Jill and the others. They didn't want anything to happen to the girls while they were out. They've dealt with Umbrella for so long that they didn't even want to take the tiniest of chances. Especially since Jill was pregnant, and just so happened to be married to Chris; which was Wesker's enemy. But what they noticed from their last encounter with him, was that Spencer was even higher on the revenge list than the ex-S.T.A.R.S. member.

"I think that we just need to crack some skulls and force ourselves into the damn thing. I mean come on, they coulda called us up for help, or at least advice." stated Bruce as he loaded some shells into his Remington. "We're the ones with most experian-" Billy cut him off before he could finish.

"They probably didn't call us because they didn't want us to get caught up in that nightmare again. I mean come on, haven't we had enough with zombies and monsters? And yeah, this is Leon and Claire's third time dealing with zombies, but they have more than enough experience with that."

Ark sighed and pressed his foot on the gas harder. "That may be true, but people can't always come out so lucky. The luck has to run out somewhere, and I don't want that to happen when a monster decapitates them or rips 'em in half..."

Carlos looked up from loading more gun and rolled his eyes, "They'll be fine, I'm sure that el jengibre tirano will come and save them, especially since Claire's there." he chuckled slightly and loaded a clip into an Assault Rifle. Bruce looked at him and laughed. " 'el jengibre tirano', huh? You must mean the little gingernut who likes Claire, his name was Steve right?"

Carlos laughed and nodded, "Yeah, but he's not a bad guy... I mean come on, he does have tyrant powers. That's kinda cool, he's a 'mini-Wesker'." Ark laughed and looked back at Carlos in the rear view mirror, "And your girlfriend is Monkey face." Carlos scowled and pointed a Smith & Wesson to the back of Ark's head. "Lo juro por dios, mi seƱor y salvador voy a dispararte."

Ark smirked and replied, "If you shoot me, I'll crash the car and kill you too." Carlos muttered a few Spanish curses and pulled the gun away, "You win this time amigo, but the next time, I'll kick your ass." Ark laughed and nodded, "Alright, I'll try to stop calling Ashley 'Monkey face'. Ya happy?"

Carlos scowled and replied, "Joda lejos."

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B.S.A.A. Facility

Chris followed behind the man whom he had the meeting with, his name was Matthew Noble. Chris didn't trust Matthew at all, or the B.S.A.A. for that matter. He just wanted to get the hell out and rescue Claire and Leon, they were his family after all.

The two men quickly rounded the corner and saw an older man waiting by the elevator for them. The man extended his hand out to him, "Well hello, I'm Nicholas Landon, it's nice to meet you Mr. Redfield." Chris shook his hand and put on a fake smile, "Same here, Sir."

The elevator made a 'ding' noise and the doors opened. "Why don't we get on together, I'm sure that you want to get going Mr. Redfield." They entered the elevator car and made there way back up.

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Catacombs

Steve could smell and hear the blood pumping through the veins of the two behind him. Leon and Claire's hearts were pumping a little too fast for normal. After Steve had taken down more zombies, and a few plaga-hybrids, he started to see fatigue hit the two. Which wasn't a good thing at all, they had a very strict time limit.

"Come on you guys, don't start lacking now. We have a lot of distance to cover." Steve held his dual luggers in his hands firmly. Claire noticed the guns a while back, he must have gotten them as a memento of Rockfort. Steve crossed his guns and shot at the hybrid that ran towards them. It's head blew off and a parasite started to come out.

Steve turned quickly and roundhouse kicked in its 'face'. It stumbled back a bit and charged towards Claire. Leon shoved her aside and grabbed it by the waist, he bent backwards and suplexed the monster into the concrete floor behind him.

The hybrid didn't die until Claire shot it's head off with her magnum, "Well that was a little close, now wasn't it?" stated Claire as she checked her ammo count. She loaded a few more rounds into the chamber and flicked it back shut.

Steve took off his jacket and sighed, "Lets keep going guys. They're not gonna wait up for us. We have less than two hours left." he tied the jacket around his waist and rolled up his long sleeves. Then he started off down the long hallway again, stepping over what looked like shed skin.

"What's that?" asked Leon as he stooped down to see. Steve took a pen out of his jacket pocket and examined it. "It's... a molted exoskeleton." he smelled it and coughed, "It's 'fresh' too. Whatever it was is still close, we have to watch out. From the looks of it, it's one big mother fu-" Steve was cut off as a giant blur crashed into him.

It pinned him to the floor as it's chest opened and an acidic fluid poured on top of him. The acid burned away his shirt and started to sear his chest. "FUCKER." screamed Steve as he threw it off. Leon aimed his shotgun and shot a few shells into it, "Novistadors! What're they doing here?" he kicked the insect back and blasted it again.

Steve stood up quickly and quickly stabbed his hand through the arthropod's thorax. "That's for ruining my three-hundred dollar shirt." he ripped his arm up, thus tearing the monster apart. He looked at his burned chest and now arm, "Weren't those from Spain, Leon?" asked Steve as threw his jacket back on.

Leon nodded and reloaded his gun, "Yeah, but why are they here?" he looked over at Claire who was staring at the puddle of acid and she replied, "Spencer said he had a surprise for us? Do you think that was part of it?" Steve shook his head and scoffed, "No way that was the big surprise, it's something more sinister than a bunch of fucking bugs."

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Unmarked Helicopter

It shook its metal prison and growled loudly, it's hunger became almost unbearable. 'He' smelled the blood coursing through the veins of the pilot and copilot; It made 'his' stomach rumble. It felt the helicopter lower somewhat then the floors under the crate fell out under him. The metal box crashed into the ceiling of the airport and bursted open from the impact. It was finally free.

A/N: Here's a little shout out for Sisheo. He has a great little series that he's working on. You should check them all out and review! :D

I know my Spanish is a little rusty... I hope I did ok with it :) I haven't really spoken Spanish since I graduated, which was almost two years ago. :( Also, I know this chapter isn't that long. I've had problems with it because the first part sounded way too much like this story's predecessor, DC. Which was a lot more comical and immature... I'm trying to make this story serious, but I can't! I must have humor, or it's not me. And I know it doesn't sound very much like the Degeneration now. But it did WAY before they released any information. Which is when I started it xD

I also have all these other stories I'm working on. Plus ANOTHER Cleon story in the works. Stupid writers block, I'll stop and make a new story and get writers block on that! D: Anyway thanks for reading the newest chapter! As always, if you have any complaints/ ideas, just message/ review. Thanks for the reviews, they're always appreciated!! :3

OH ALSO-- Do you think I need a Beta Reader? I think I should get one... lolz