Alfonso slammed his fist on the keyboard, hating that three scientists haven't been killed yet. "What does it take to kill them?!"

He then watched them, seething at the sight of Corey. His look softened when he saw Natalie, specifically how beautiful she was. Then, his anger flared up when he saw Devlin.

"I don't know which of those two idiots I hate more. You were always a pain in my ass, Corey, but you, Dracul?! You cost me my fucking promotion! Even giving that talentless jackass MY position!" He then saw the briefcase and chuckled. "But as soon as I get my hands on that R-Virus, the Executive seat is as good as mine."

He then looked over to see a syringe full of a different liquid. "How did you complete it, Dracul? I stole your notes, your recipes, your files; everything! So why couldn't I make it? What method did you use to finish the R-Virus before I could? . . . Maybe you'll know... if I send my 'notes' after you."

The three were walking through the halls before Devlin stopped and looked into the mess hall.

"Devlin, I swear to god, if you say you're hungry after all this, I'm feeding you my fist," Natalie said.

"No need for that, Nat. Unless you salt your fist first."

"Devlin."

"I'm kidding! But I think I might find something useful in the kitchen. If they have some cleaning ammonia and some bleach, I'm golden."

"Chloramine gas? What good is coughing gas gonna do on zombies," Corey asked.

"Nothing. . . I think. Anyway, it's not for them. It's for the Lickers. Mutated or not, they're still technically living creatures, despite being zombies. I'm hoping this gas will at least make them puke and give us the time to run. Save on bullets and whatnot."

"Heh, you're better off mixing table sugar with potassium chloride to make bombs for us," Corey said jokingly.

Devlin stopped for a moment before bopping himself. "Why didn't I think of that?"

"Dev, I was joking."

"Well, it was useful," Devlin said as he began to search. "I doubt will find any more grenades just lying around, so we should make some homemade bombs."

"You just had to say something," Nat said as she gave Corey a look, who held up his hands and laughed nervously.

It didn't take long for Devlin to make his weapons, giving his friends their share. They all hoped they wouldn't need it any time soon, but better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it.

"Alright, almost at the Greenroom. You ready, Dev," Natalie asked.

"I'm ready to burn some weeds! Ha-haa!"

"You look way too eager to use that," Corey chuckled.

"Cor, let's face it, every guy has wanted to use a flamethrower the first time we've ever seen one."

"I say... amen."

The guys fist-bumped with wide smiles while Nat rolled her eyes. "For such brilliant scientists, you two are a couple of morons," she said with a shake of her head. "Mm? Bros, heads up!"

The two looked to see some zombies appear in front of the entrance to the Greenroom.

"Huh. They look... cleaner compared to the others," Corey said.

"Yeah, they're not pale at all," Natalie said.

"They are zombies, right," Devlin asked.

One of them reached out. "Help... us."

"Oh, shit! Survivors," Devlin yelled out in surprise.

"No way. I thought we were the only... were any of you bitten," Nat asked.

"Help... us," another went.

Corey backed up. "Hey, stop walking. Answer if anyone was bitten."

"Please... help."

Devlin and Corey drew their guns while Natalie charged her fist.

"If you don't wanna get shot, you'd better stop," Devlin warned.

"Please... do it."

Devlin and Corey looked at each other.

"Did you hear that, too," Devlin asked.

"Yeah."

Devlin sighed as he looked back at one of the "survivors." He aimed for the head. "Sorry."

BANG.

The person's head went back... but he didn't fall. Instead, he looked back at the trio, a bloody hole in his forehead. "Kill... us."

"What the fuck," Nat went.

The man Devlin shot then reached out his hand pleadingly. Then, his hand began to convulse before his fingernails looked like they were actually moving. In a split second, they shot out like spears.

"WHOA," Devlin went as he bent back, narrowly avoiding being skewered by fingernails.

Corey didn't hesitate to take out his magnum and blast the man's head clean off, the body falling to the ground.

"Please. . . Kill... me," a woman sobbed. Then, she tripped... over her own hair. "It won't... stop... growing."

"My god," Natalie went in horror.

Devlin took out his grenade launcher and shot a flame round at the woman, her entire body, including her hair, engulfed in flames. She didn't even scream. "Thank you." She was ash in a few seconds.

"It hurts." Nat looked to see something that almost made her vomit. "He said it would cure my cancer. It only made it worse," said a man covered in skin cancer sores. "It hurts. Why can't I die? Please. Kill me," he sobbed.

Nat charged her fists and threw them, sending a shock wave toward the man that was powerful enough to make him explode. There wasn't anything left of him, except for his infected skin and his puss-like blood on the walls and the other infected people, who all looked terrible the closer they got and easier to see.

One man's face looked like it was sliding off his skull as if he were melting. A woman was pulling her arm, her fingernails dragging across the ground. A man was constantly scratching scabs off of himself, while a woman was literally ripping the hair off her face that kept growing back. One of the yanks was hard enough to cause her face to bleed, but she wouldn't stop.

It was like an entire freakshow was walking toward the three scientists, all of them moaning and crying or begging for death. It was a true nightmare, worse than the zombies or lickers before.

Devlin then took out the bomb he made and threw it at them. When it exploded, it took out all of the infected victims, their bodies pretty much falling apart from the blast. It was disturbingly easy, but that didn't matter to any of the three. They could only think of one question.

"What the FUCK was that," they all asked in unison.

Devlin was the first to analyze the corpses of the victims they killed. He saw what was left of an arm and grimaced when he saw the muscle fibers still moving before they finally stopped. He then took out a fresh syringe, stuck the needle into the arm, and sucked up as much blood as he could get. When it was full, Devlin analyzed the blood before looking around and seeing a nearby lab, running toward it.

Nat and Corey grabbed him before he could open the door, both holding up their weapons with judgemental looks. Devlin realized his mistake and laughed nervously before taking out his gun and opening the door. The three looked around and saw that the coast was clear.

Devlin looked around and found what he was looking for. A microscope. He ran to it and squeezed as small a drop as he could onto the clean petri dish before looking into the scope.

"So? What caused those people to mutate like that," Natalie asked. "I've seen the reports of the T-Virus. The symptoms those people showed weren't part of the infection at all. If anything... it's like they were regenerating."

"Like nothing on them would die. Hair and nails kept growing. Cancer cells crew like crazy. Skin kept becoming more and more elastic. You'd think those were failed cosmetics," Corey said. "What could cause this?"

"Me," Devlin answered, shocking his friends.

"W-What," Nat asked.

"Dev, what are you talking about."

"These people... they were infected with a strain of the R-Virus."

The couple looked at each other before they noticed what Devlin said.

"You said A strain, right? Not THE strain," Nat asked.

"As in not what we're infected with," Corey said.

"Yeah. Look," Devlin said as he walked out of the way.

Corey walked up and looked. "What the... you can barely tell they're the same virus. This strain looks so... fractured. And its speed. It's way too erratic. I feel like I'm watching my little sisters when they were kids again."

"Huh," Devlin asked.

"They were hellraisers when they were ankle-biters," Corey clarified.

"Really," Devlin snickered. "The supercop twins? Kinda hard to believe." He then got serious. "But the issue still stands. The R-Virus those people were infected with has no right to have even been SEEN by anyone, let alone injected or administered in any way. Anyone worth their damned paycheck should have known that this strain shouldn't even have been used in a trial run to try and figure out the kinks in the virus."

"No kidding," Nat said after she looked into the microscope. "I wouldn't even use this in animal testing. It's way too dangerous and unstable and most of all uncontrollable."

"You'd have to be a special kind of idiot to try and administer this virus to anyone or anything. That's even dumber than releasing the T-Virus. But no one can be THAT stupid, can they," Devlin asked, not knowing Alfonso was listening to their conversation, the man gripping his fist in rage.

"No. There is someone that stupid," Corey hissed before smacking the microscope away. "THAT FUCKING MORON! HE ALWAYS HAS TO RUIN SOMETHING!"

"He," Devlin asked. "Ah. Ooh. You think it was that Alfonso guy, don't you?"

"You yourself said he stole your notes and files. He's the only other person besides us who even KNOWS about the R-Virus, right?"

"Actually, another scientist knows. William Birkin."

"Dr. Birkin? Isn't he obsessed with his G-Virus," Natalie asked.

"He is. However, when I showed him my R-Virus data, he was intrigued. Gave me some advice on how to improve it and I gave him some pointers on his G-Virus. Tit-for-tat, ya know? He's arguably one of the main reasons I completed R."

Alfonso slammed his fist on the keyboard. 'Why didn't I think of that,' he thought angrily.

"That still proves my point," Corey growled. "Alfonso is behind this. He HAS to be."

"And even if he is, so what," Devlin asked. "We know he stole my research and stupidly tested it on others. The only thing we can do now is to make sure he doesn't do it again."

"By," Corey asked, a hopeful look in his eye.

Devlin chuckled. "You just want me to say it, don't you?"

"Mhm."

Devlin held up his gun and cocked the barrel. "We have to kill him."

Corey laughed. "And that's why you're my brother."

"Not just him, you realize," Nat said, getting their attention. "We don't know how much of the incomplete R-Virus he manufactured. If it gets out, then Racoon City would turn into a sight that would give even David Cronenberg nightmares. Plus, the T-Virus is still airborne, isn't it?"

Devlin looked at his watch. "According to testing, the Virus is airborne for about three hours, max. It's barely even been one."

"Well, I don't feel like staying in here for another two hours," Corey said.

"Amen to that," Nat said. "I guess that means we still need to reboot the Red Queen and activate the Contingency."

"Once activated, we'd only have half an hour to get to the trains and book it," Devlin began. "True, the trains aren't even ten minutes away from the Red Queen, even if we walk, but do you really think we can make it?"

"Dev, you've seen what that moron unleashed," Cor began. "If you ask me, I'd rather we go down with the facility than let two of the world's deadliest viruses be unleashed."

"Kinda hard for the creators of one of those viruses to take the moral high ground, don't you think," Dev asked with crossed arms and a raised eyebrow. "Ow," he went after Nat smacked the back of his head.

"Less bitching, more helping with cleanup. We're one of the causes of this mess. We might as well deal with it," Nat said as she began to leave the lab, followed by Corey.

Devlin sighed. "Best not to argue with sound logic," he said as he walked after his friends.

The trio walked into the entrance of the Green Room, Devlin whistling. "That's not good."

"Nope," Natalie said.

"I'm sure a gardener would either have a field day or a heart attack from seeing this."

In front of the trio was an entire jungle's worth of vines. Ivy and flora were covering the computers and desks and furniture. It really looked like an environmentalist's wet dream.

Then, they saw the corpses wrapped in the vines.

"What a way to go," Devlin said as he walked up to one. "Ah! That's even worse!"

"What," Corey asked as he walked up. "Aah. Sick."

"Alright, idiots, you mind cluing me in? . . . And now I regret it. I get that there are carnivorous plants in the world, but seeing them actually suck up nutrients is something else."

"Suck up? Nat, those vines are draining every single fluid this poor bastard has to offer," Devlin said as they watched the corpse being drained, her body shriveling up as the seconds go by. "My only consolation is that she's dead, but while it sucked her dry while she was alive must have been torture."

"Wouldn't wanna go out like that," Nat said.

"Yeah, no ki- SHIT! NAT, GET DOWN!"

As soon as Devlin yelled that, Natalie squatted down, Devlin blasting his flamethrower, burning the vines that were about to grab Natalie.

The vines actually squealed in anguish before they turned to ash.

"D-Did those vines just squeal," Corey yelled.

"I get plants are living organisms, but that's just ridiculous," Devlin said as he held out his hand. Natalie carefully grabbed it so as to not accidentally crush Devlin's hand with her gauntlets as Devlin helped her back onto her feet.

"And we're gonna go deeper in. Lovely," Nat said. "Wait, wouldn't there be 'weed killer' for situations when the plants go out of control?"

"Yeah, but guess where it would be," Corey deadpanned.

"Dammit! Why is nothing ever easy? Why didn't they have at least a spray bottle of the shit in the janitor's closet or something?"

"No use complaining," Devlin said.

"Says the guy with the flamethrower and the grenade launcher with flame rounds," Corey went.

"Guy, I'm keeping the flamethrower. I like this baby. You can have the grenade launcher though," Devlin said as he handed Corey the weapon.

"And what do I get," Natalie asked with crossed arms. Devlin handed her Incendiary Grenades. She sighed. "Better than nothing."

"Honestly, I'm hoping you won't need to use them. You've worked in the Greenhouse before, right?"

"Don't remind me, Dev. It wasn't my most enjoyable shift."

"But you do know how to synthesize the needed chemicals for the weed killer, don't you?"

"Ah. Got it. You two will keep me safe from any green Japanese porn stars while I make the juice to kill them?"

"Hey, I'm your boyfriend," Corey said. "It's my job to take care of the crap not even your fists can handle," Corey said with a smile.

"That it is," Natalie said with a nod.

"No promises from me," Devlin said with a peace sign. "OW," he went after Corey smacked the back of his head.