Chapter 8

Ronald Reagan National airport

The few survivors ran throughout the airport, dodging and shooting zombies that were trying to attack. Greg and Angela watched the other three people shoot the monsters in the head each time, claiming the undead life that belong to the once humans.

Destroy their brains....

Shoot them in the head.

That was it, that was the key to survival, shooting the victims in the head. Destroying the vital organ that kept them alive; even after death.

The VIP lounge was close, the map on Leon's communicator stated so. They started shooting the infected corpses and Leon saw a shadow stumble towards Claire.

"Get down!"

The redhead quickly buckled her knees and fell onto the filthy ground. She cursed under her breath as her knee connected with the handle of an umbrella, causing a stinging pain to shoot up and down her leg.

After the zombie fell to the ground with a moan, Leon lent his hand out and helped his wife to her feet. "Thanks," she said as she held the umbrella. She looked down at the white and red striped object, frowning after she realized that it was like the logo for the malicious pharmaceutical company.

"Never saw this coming..." she raised the umbrella and looked at it, then tossed it on the floor next to the dead zombie.

"I'm starting to see more of that stuff each day," replied her husband, "which is never a good thing." Leon's eyes shifted over to Steve, whom had his arms crossed against his chest. His ears seemed to be straining to hear something.

"They're down the hall." stated Steve to everyone. He started to walk down the curved hallway to the set of double doors. The group followed him carefully, not wanting to get bitten by a zombie. Greg, the male SRT member, was acting a bit careless as he shot down the infected.

The knock on the door echoed throughout the hallway. If nothing had heard them then, then they'd surely be found soon. Noises liked to attract zombies, they were just like flies being attracted to lights. Yet, they didn't have bug zappers with them, they had heavily armed weapons that could blow a head clear off it's shoulders.

Steve sighed loudly and pulled his arm back, getting ready to punch the doors in.

"What are you doing, idiot? Those are solid wood!" spat Greg loudly. His eyes squinted at the young tyrant, not knowing of the powerful virus that coursed through his veins.

The redheaded man pulled his arm back and slammed his palm into the door. The SRT members watched in horror as the doors bursted off the hinges and splinters flew every where. Steve have a toothy grin and looks over at Greg, "You were saying?"

Leon and Claire took a few steps inside of the room, surveying the interior and seeing of people were indeed hiding in there. A little girl peeped her eyes out from behind a shrub and looked at Claire, "Claire? Claire?!" she shouted loudly. Her body flew out of hiding and cling onto the auburn woman's hip. Rani started crying loudly and smearing her face into Claire's pants.

"Rani? Rani, what are you doing here..?" she took her hand and started smoothing the child's hair lovingly. If Claire had know that her friend's niece was here, she would have grabbed her while she could... Save her from this terrible nightmare. Instead, she had to stay scared while in a room with-

"Are you insane?! The lobby is crawling with those creatures!" The obese man wearing a suit was screaming in Leon's face. The agent had to keep a stern face as the fat man's saliva was flying onto it. How Leon would love to grab his neck and squeeze right now, maybe give a few good shakes to it. Then he realized that the man had no neck to begin with.

Another plan foiled...

"It's also the widest area. It's too dangerous to take the long way around." his gloved finger came up and wiped the left-over spit off of his face.

Claire picked up Rani and held her tightly against her, "He's right," she said. A frown spread across her face as the senator started to chuckle. His cheeks jiggled as he kept up the act.

"Oh yeah? And since when did the NGO member become such an authority on the subject?" his eyes squinted and showed off just how fat his face could look scrunched up.

Leon stood in front of Davis and spoke in a light yet stern tone, "She's one of the survivors of Raccoon City. She has more experience with this kind of hellish nightmare than anyone here." Of course he failed to mention himself and Steve in the statement. But he really didn't want this 'Senator' to be speaking bad of his wife.

Greg tilted his face over to Angela's and whispered, "Raccoon City? Isn't that where..?"

"Yes." said Angela quickly. That was the City that started all the nightmares.

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Spencer's Facility

The group walked behind Krauser, whom was the leader for right now. Everyone had their guns drawn except for Wesker; it seemed that he had no need for a firearm right now. They walked down the hallway at a normal pace, looking at all the experiment rooms that were being passed.

Dismembered corpses, bodies with just the top of the skull cut off; the subjects were B.O.W.'s and humans alike. Though Wesker wasn't entirely sure if the humans were infected with a virus at the point. They might have just been regular humans, there was no decomposition of the skin which lead him to believe the theory.

Krauser led then a little further and stopped suddenly. His nostrils flared and he took in a waft of air.

"Blood." he said under his breath. Why would there be blood unless-

Jack was suddenly knocked aside by a large reptile. His body flew back into the wall and then down on on the ground.

"I have no time for you," said Wesker harshly. He pulled his hand back and bore his hand into the Hunter's chest. After that, he moved his arm up and ripped it's head apart. He didn't want to find out what Spencer that done to these Hunters. They looked different, a new breed of some sort. Wesker dropped his arm down to his side and splotches of blood filled the floor as they dripped from his gloved hand.

"Ah, you destroyed a Hunter Omega, Albert. Good for you." spoke a voice from no where. The group shifted their eyes up to the large speaker box that was up on the corner of the ceiling. "Too bad that you were infected before hand. These knew Hunters infect anyone who even touch their blood,"

Ada looked down at the floor and moved her foot away that was near the puddle of blood. For some reason, she didn't doubt what Spencer had said. Her skin could absorb the blood, thus absorb the virus that was coursing through it. It seems that Ozwell had made the virus more potent.

"Also, you'll get infected if it bites you or scratches you. The Omega's are an exceptional B.O.W., don't you think, Albert?" a cackle filled the room and then dead silence.

Wesker took a step forward and walked over the dead Hunter. He did admit inside of his head that the Omega type was very intriguing. It might even be called a good idea by him, but he would never say that out loud.

"Wesker," said Ada smoothly as she jumped over the dead body. Her heels clicked as she followed him closely.

"You three find Birkin. I'm going after Spencer alone." With that, Wesker entered the elevator that opened up by itself. It seemed that Ozwell E. Spencer was thinking the same thing as him.

"Come on, let's go." said Krauser. He started to head down the hall to go find Sherry.

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Ronald Reagan National airport

"One, two, seven, thirteen, twenty-five,"

"Will you shut up, Ark? Stop counting all the damn zombies!" shouted Billy as he loaded another bullet into a zombie's brain. The sound of gun fire echoed through out the lobby of the airport. Hopefully Leon and the other's would come soon.

Bruce's eyes shifted over to the airplane that has crashed through the terminal. No doubt zombies had been in there, not doubt about it.

Carlos unpinned a grenade and threw it into a group of carriers. The blast blew up around five of them, their bloody parts fell down like rain against the chairs and luggage,

"Where the Hell are you Kennedy?"

A/N: First off, I'd like to thank KT324 for the Degeneration script. I'm not really a fan of the movie, and I don't have time to watch that terrible thing all over again for lines. So thank you for that, and your gift fic should be done some time next week :D

I know I haven't been updating my larger stories lately. It's this bitch thing called writer's block, and that little bastard laziness. I've been actually writing during my vacation so I could just catch up! D:

Thank you all for reading this chapter, and if you don't understand my story, well then you have to read it's prequel. It makes more since, and why this story isn't matching Degeneration much, (I wrote this way before it was released, call it a guessing-fic. Just like I used a airport by D.C. and not Harvardville) But anyway, thank you once again :)