The Official Umbrella Roleplay File #2

Two. Two hit the bellhop, two hit the Russian, and Pest hit the door. He hoped noone was standing behind it.

Pest picked up his casings, glanced one final time to the apartment across the street, and was disassembling the rifle when his pocket vibrated. He stuck his hand in his pocket and jingled around. Lint....some coins...Ah! His PDA. He flipped it open, and the Board of Umbrella Executives popped up on the screen.

"We should not need to ask you this, but we are quite confused.", came a voice from the board. The board was a group of eight people, all white males. "You just murdered two rogue scientists.", one of the board said slowly.

"How'd you know?", Pest asked, slightly confused at their apparent superior knowledge of his most recent mistakes. "Anyways, we'll need a cleanup crew. Possible leak."

"Agents are on their way.", the PDA buzzed. "If this become a major situation....."

"They would have sold the virus on the black mar...", Pest started to say, but was silenced as he heard voices and footsteps. He pulled himself against the door and listened to the voices. A woman and a man were talking. The woman sounded familiar.....

“I don't know, KC. I heard gunshots.", the man said, banging on the door. "This is the police! Open up!"

Pest withdrew, dropping the attache case with his rifle in it and kicking it under the bed. He was almost out onto the kitchen fire escape when the door burst open.

"Damn.", Pest whispered under his breath. He threw his hands up. "Don't shoot!"

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-Meanwhile- Matt Hardings

Within five minutes a cleanup crew was at the scene. Four men in hazmat suits swarmed the apartment. Pest noticed them across the street, but their first duty was to close the shutters to prevent unnecessary concern to civilians.

"....That is your mission.", the radio hissed. Matt switched it off. The radio bothered him when he was working, if he was needed, which he wasn't, he could be told by one of the other agents.

"We'll need the floor evacuated...", Matt mumbled off the standard operating procedure for bio-hazard leaks, and kicked the pathetic little air purifier they dragged in. It was older than him, and sounded like a seal when it did.....it didn't actually do anything. It was for show. He took out his anti-toxin hose and started spraying things down.

"Hey Tom, you going to the game tonight?"

"My daughter is playing. Of course not."

"Don't be sarcastic, I was just askin'."

Matt stopped spraying. He could have swore he heard something....moan.

"Guys? Did you check the bathroom yet?", Matt shouted, hearing something shuffling in the living room now.

Tom shouted back, "I'll check the bathroom."

Matt moved towards the living room, his spray his only means of defense. A dull crunching could be heard, and the sight of what was there caused Matt to vomit in his suit.

A bellhop was ripping chunks out of one of the cleanup agents. Matt and the creature locked eyes, and it lifted itself up and lunged at him. The most Matt could do was spray it in the face to no effect. It tackled him, but Matt knew the way to defend himself. Hold up the head, don't get bit, call for help.

Matt heard a gunshot in the bathroom, and suddenly wished that he hadn't turned off his radio.

"Ready?", Officer Richardson asks. Kalia nods and draws her weapon.

Richardson kicked in the door, and Kalia slid in first, her handgun at the ready. A man was leaning out of the window.

"Don't shoot!", he cried.

"Freeze!"

He looked from one of them to the other, then outside. "You're concerned about me. I'd be more concerned with the people on the street.", he said casually, motioning towards the window.

"Kalia, call this in.", Richardson said, sprinting out of the room and escaping down the fire escape stairway.

The man in front of him buzzed. Kalia looked at him funny for a moment, then realized that it was most likely his phone or something. Without heeding her, he answered it.

"Yeah."
"I know, I tried..."
"I can fix this...", and he hung up.

"I know you want to arrest me, and take me in for questioning...but the situation is far worse that you realize.", he said, walking over to a bed and pulling out a briefcase. "Please, before we are brutally mauled to death by savages, let us escape this wretched city."

Kalia stared as he walked past her, totally ignoring her.

"I will arrest you!", she shouted, and he raised his hand to wave her off.

Pest slipped out of the room, and towards the stairs. The woman followed him for some reason.

"Stop! I demand you to stop!", she shouted, echoing down the hall. Someone poked their head out of their door, then went back inside.

Pest stopped, and turned to face the woman. "I just murdered a man in a woman in a suite across the road, after they killed a man I was looking for."

"Fu....what?"

"I was looking for a retired air force captain, and I was given a room directly across the street from his, and watched as they shot him down and unwittingly released an airborne pathogen into the building.", Pest explained. "By now, contamination by air would have settled. But the virus can still be spread by bodily fluids."

The police officer stood there stunned.

"Officer....", Pest walked over to her and raised her name tag so he could read it, "Kalia. Please evacuate the town in a proper and orderly fashion. Your partner is already dead."

He started down the staircase, suitcase in hand.

It was only eight to ten flights of stairs, but they felt longer running down than they did climbing up. Kalia was practically wheezing when she got to the bottom.

"How....can you run those..so...easily?", she gasped.

"Stamina injections.", he said, leaving her behind to pant. "Standard issue for personnel. It makes the work day twenty hours long, but the extra energy is amazing."

A scream pierced the air. A man stumbled in the front doors, and was attacking a young woman. Kalia drew her gun.

"Get off of her!", she shouted across the room. The man looked towards her, and bit into the woman he was holding onto. Kalia gasped at what she saw, then fired a bullet into his leg.

He did nothing. He didn't wince, shout, cry, or even notice. He bit her again, blood sprayed the ground. Kalia fired again, and again.

Nothing. She rushed forward, unsheathed her billy club, and slammed it like a baseball bat into its back. Now it noticed her. With one arm it threw her to the ground, and the other held her down. She noticed blood stains on him, and the overpowering smell of...blood.

She struggled, and his teeth went down. And a gun went off. And a body lay on Kalia.

"Aim for the head.", Pest said, holding his assembled rifle, the empty case on the ground. There were other people in the hotel lobby, but none of them moved or helped. Pest looked around, then began barking orders.

"Get some tables, make a barricade. The virus must be contained outside. Find any weapons in the building; fire extinguishers, guns if you have them...."

He kept talking, but Kalia was too shocked to pay any more attention. Someone died a few feet from her, and something dead was laying on top of her, and more death was coming her way as she lay there.

Wesker had been assigned as the Counter-B.O.W agent of a SIRU (Sensitive Information Retrieval Unit). Half because of his knowledge on the subject, and half because of his excellent marksmanship.

He went over their mission in his head, just to clarify.. Find Umbrella's lab in the area. Collect all information relevant to the NEMESIS Project. Evacuate all uninfected Umbrella Personnel, and then get themselves out of there.

It seemed simple enough in theory, but last time he'd heard, there were signs of a T-virus outbreak in the city.

And "Last he heard" was about 3 hours ago. He knew how fast this would spread..

The helicopter hovered above the roof of the Umbrella Corporation Building. The Laboratory would be on sublevel B-3, so they had a long way down before they reached their target area.

As soon as he finished rappelling down, however, there were gunshots.

It appeared as if the Umbrella Building, at least the ground-levels and upwards, had already been contaminated.

"Aim for the Head!" Wesker Shouted. "They're your average T-infected Humans! One headshot will bring them down!"

His unit made it to the staircase after clearing the helipad of infected.

"Now the fun starts.." Wesker thought to himself, checking his weaponry and ordering his team to breach the doorway.

Pest looked over his makeshift barricade of wooden tables and supply carts, then immediately hung his head.

"It's the military! We're saved!", someone shouted.

A poor collection of soldiers calling themselves the French military appeared on the streets, armed in light guns and armor. Obviously they were not equipped to handle the situation, they chose time over effectiveness.

"I hear Umbrella Germany is sending something.", his PDA buzzed. Pest was picking up Umbrella radio waves. There was supposed to be a switch that turned them on or off, but Pest had long since broke that. He listened as he watched the French and a tank tear through infected outside.

"Should we release something of our own?", someone asked. Pest fiddled with the PDA until he got the speaker working.

"Do not release experiments!", he shouted into it. "You will not help the situation!"

"Hunters have already gotten loose, along with a few infected animals."

Pest was half a block away from an Umbrella HQ, and still directly across from the zombie epicenter.

Wesker's team hurried down the staircase, felling every zombie in the way.

They'd reached the ground floor in no time, but there were no "Zombies" in sight. Only a few French soldiers, exhausted from the apparently-long battle. He ordered one of his top riflemen to follow him, and the rest to assist the French military.

Wesker and his Rifleman escort proceeded past the Soldiers, who were distracted by the appearance of his other team members, to the elevator that would bring them to the Sublevels...

"Give me a boost", Kalia said, trying to climb through the small bathroom window. They left the hotel residents to their fate, she could do no more. If the barricade held, they might live until the end of the night.

With a push, she was thrown into the back alley. She was unprepared to land, so she fell straight to the ground. A dull thud could be heard as the man landed beside her, only he landed on his feet.

"Alright, time for you to leave.", he said, walking away without her.

"What?", Kalia asked, pulling herself up onto her knees.

"I can't take care of you. Go do whatever it is that the police are supposed to do.", Pest said. "I am nothing more than a plain dealing villain, you have no use for me."

"Did you just quote Shakespeare?", she asked, but he was down the alley and around a corner by then. Kalia got to her feet, drew her gun, and began pursuit.

Khrushchev was busy managing an umbrella base on the outskirts of the city. There were barricades that needed to be built and messages to be sent. This was one of the few safe zones in the entire city. The base was well equipped though with a helicopter, hundreds of boxes of ammo, first aid kits, transport vehicles, and working radios which were being used to relay data to any other units in the area. He yelled orders to the 50 men working in this base waiting until the mission was complete. He knew that most of the people here would not come out alive.

Pest continued on, encountering nothing but trash and dirt in the narrow alleyway. Gunshots rang out somewhere nearby, perhaps on the street. The echo in the alley wasn't very clear, so he kept his gun at the ready.

Trouble emerged sooner than he thought it would. A hunter burst through the exact door Pest was trying to enter.

"Oh....fuck....", Pest said. Close encounters with hunters never ended well. It looked directly at him, twitched its claws expectantly, then lunged. Pest fired a round into it, but the creature still gored him.

More shots rang out, the hunter turned its attention to someone else.

Though Trigger had already read the dossier attached to his clipboard a dozen times, he looked over it again as their chopper beat a straight path into the hot zone.

Target Designation - T//X088 "Jack the Ripper"

Target Classification - Stealth Tyrant

Mission Description - Vital readings have ceased emanating from the T//X088, which was released into the area for field testing two weeks ago in order to gauge its capabilities. If the readings have ceased due to its death, then your mission is to recover its remains. If the readings have ceased for any other reason, you are to presume the specimen to be "rogue," and are to dispose of it on sight. Attached are photographs of the target, and schematics displaying its finer features, abilities, and...

Trigger grew bored, and spat out the opening of the chopper. He hoped the nasty globule landed on old stealthy Jack.

He grinned wolfishly and laughed; a dark, rasping sound that crawled from the depths of his throat. He was determined to make his first official mission a gory success. "I'm coming for you..."

"Ten minutes 'til we land, Executioner." The pilot shouted over his shoulder. Trigger spat again and put his helmet back on. "Make it five. I've got that killin' feelin'."

Psycho-Engager indeed. He would make his predecessor proud.

Kalia fired at the beast until it stopped moving, which was about eight shots more than she needed to.

"Fuck....my kidneys...", the man moaned, laying on the ground. Kalia lifted his arm, heaved him off the ground, and proceeded into the building the creature came out of. Bodies were strewn across the ground, bitten and shot in the head.

They went to the kitchen for some reason. The whole building was a hotel of some sort, which served crappy food for American tourists. Kalia didn't eat there, something just seemed off with the food.

The man slumped against a wall, his breathing ragged and distorted.

"Third cabinet on the....left.", he said. Kalia checked, and found a glock and a first aid spray. She moved over and handed him the spray. He uncapped it, sprayed the whole can on his wound, and sat there a moment.

"Greatest thing Umbrella ever made. I'll still need bandages, though.", he said, lifting himself up. "There is a service elevator for food in the corner. Get in it and lower yourself down."

"Down?", Kalia asked. "Why down?"

"There's another building down there. We can escape the city in a vehicle.", he said. "But the automated security won't let you in."

He left her now, to her own devices. She complied, climbing into the cart and pressing 'down'.

"Yo never gon' be anything in dis world, Malik."
Malik's mother's words echoed in his head.
"No one cares 'bout niggas' like us. Get it through yo fuck'n head."

Malik stood in a grimy hotel basement. Sweat dripped from his shaved head, stinging his eyes.

Three hours ago, Malik's world went to hell. One of his last worldly possesions, his shitty Lorcin .380 saved his life. He really only used it for scaring people, hoping to get a quick buck. Malik never thought he would be firing it at psychotic tourists who were devouring hotel staff.

Malik was a survivor. He survived, drivebys, assassinations, drug deals gone bad, gang fights, and the meanest streets in the city. It was his quick thinking that saved his life today, jumping into a dumb waiter in the hotel and slamming the steel door shut.

Malik stood in silence, his back against the wall, his Lorcin propped up on his elbow. A single flickering fluorescent light gave the box a dim glow.
Then Malik heard a sound that made every hair on his body stand up. The elevator was coming down.

Malik wiped the sweat from his eyes and focused his gun on the crack through the steel door. With a screeching noise, the elevator grounded to a halt.

A bright flashlight pierced the darkness through the crack. Malik's blood froze as he heard the distinctive sound of a handgun being cocked.

"Don' move another fuck'n inch!"
Malik shouted at the light.
"Who da fuck are you?!"

Pest stumbled to the front desk. There had to be a first aid kit around here somewhere. He pulled out drawers, opened cabinets, and eventually found one. The one mounted on the wall in plain sight.

He opened it up, pocketed the first aid spray inside, and unraveled the bandage. It took only a minute or so to wrap his wound.

He sat there for moment, then moved towards the elevator, opened the hidden panel and pressed B4. A little light shone that the elevator was already going down.

Pest looked at the elevator in horror for a moment, until he heard a shout in the other room. 'Did Kalia already get herself in trouble.', Pest thought to himself.

"Don't shoot!", Kalia shouted, raising her hands above her head. "I'm not one of them!"

The person in the dumbwaiter climbed out, with his gun still pointed at her.

"I'm a police officer, my name is Kalia. I've been on the force a week."

Wesker and the unnamed Rifleman ran out of the elevator as the doors opened, checked their corners and straight ahead, and saw what appeared to be someone talking to a dumbwaiter... Before someone crawled out of it.

The infected don't speak, so it was obvious these people had managed to survive.

Signalling the rifleman to scout ahead, he asked the survivors what they were doing down here.

"Don't shoot!", Pest cried as he tried to run. "I don't have the sample!"

First he tripped, then he slid behind Kalia in a pathetic little heap. Looking up, he saw someone new, other than the soldiers and the cop.

"I don't think they want to kill you.", Kalia said, bending down. She straightened herself up, and raised out her hand toward the new soldiers. "Officer Kalia, at your service. Which military are you with?"

Soldiers were busy preparing defenses for when the infected from the city started moving towards them.

Khrushchev was giving a soldier orders when a radio operator ran up to him and said:

"sir, delta base has just overrun."

"Any survivors?" Khrushchev asked

"no, sir"

"get on the radio and, on all open frequencies, try to find any umbrella operatives within the city"

Introductions took place. Malik stood against the wall to himself, Wesker and his spotter stood in the doorway, and Pest stood near a menacing looking knife rack.

"Despite the fact that noone of us know each other, besides that Pest thinks Wesker wants to kill him for some reason, we share a common goal.", Kalia said. "Survival."

"The city isn't safe anymore, which means that we need to leave.", Kalia continued. "Do we have any vehicles?"

Pest smiled. "That.....that we do."

Pest thought of the vehicle storage in the complex below them. Muscle cars, vans, trucks, SUV's....Everything and anything they would need.

"Follow me.", Pest said, walking into the main hall. Gunshots and shouts could be heard outside. The military didn't seem to have it under control anymore. Pest stopped behind the front desk.

"Wesker, Nemesis is below. I'm not sure if the complex has been infected.", Pest whispered, to himself more than the soldier. "We have a few things down there no other complex has."

"Like what?", Kalia asked.

Wesker, Pest, and the spotter looked at her. Pest spoke first. "Normally we shoot civilians who ask questions like that. It's lucky I'm wanted to escape the city and not mutate into something hideous."

With that, Pest pressed a few buttons on the front desk computer. A soft click echoed throughout the room, and a panel slid open behind him. A freight elevator was now open. "Let's go.", Pest said, stepping inside.

"Hold da fuck up!" Malik shouted at the group, pointing his gun sideways at them.
Wesker and the spotter both pointed their guns at Malik. Pest stood casually looking at him while Kalia gasped.

"3 hours ago I had to kill my own fucking brother. I'm not stepping in no fucking crazy elevator with you psycho motherfuckers. Ya'll better tell me what da fuck is going on here, right now!"

"Malik! Please put your gun down." Kaila pleaded.

Pest checked his watch. It was getting late. He wondered if they had time to explain things or risk killing the thug.

Pest sighed, "I guess I might owe you an explanation..."

"You see, a highly lethal virus has been released into the city.", Pest explained, leaning against the elevator handrail. "When a person dies, they reanimate and attack the living. As of now, we are all infected."

Everyone in the group looked at one another for a few moments.

"The cure is downstairs. I must remind you that this virus kills if left unchecked.", Pest said, pressing the down button. "Anyone else coming?"

-Meanwhile- Devin Giblin

'Run, faster, faster. They're closing in.', Devin thought to himself as he backed against the cold metal elevator doors. Just as he got to the elevator, it went up. 'They're coming for you. They can smell you. Run. Hide. No, it will find you anyway.'

Devin sat pinned against the elevator, frantically pressing buttons with his free hand. The other hand held a homemade flamethrower.

"BURN BITCHES!", Devin shouted, firing a blast of fiery napalm at the two oncoming hunters. He didn't see the third one sneaking in from the side. He saw it at the last moment, and tried to use the flamethrower as a sort of shield. The hunter tore through it, killing Devin almost instantly.

It stood there for a moment. Then it died. The tanks on Devin's back hit the ground, scraped their metal casing against the cold metal floor, and exploded.

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The building shook, causing Pest to fall to one knee. "What was that?"

"An explosion." Wesker observed. "The better question would be, What caused it..."

The elevator made a small "Bing" as it reached their level, and the metal doors slid open.

The unnamed rifleman headed in first, then Wesker. He turned, looked at the group, and said "Coming?"

"Its safer down there than up here.", Kalia said, stepping in. Pest pulled Malik in before he had a chance to protest. The elevator chimed as the doors shut, and they swayed from left to right as the elevator bumped down the shaft.

'Ding'

Carnage, bodies, and fire. Lots of all three of them, right at the elevator door. Kalia vomited first, Malik just backed against the back of the elevator.

Scorch marks lit up the wall opposite the elevator, and something fleshy was attached to the ceiling. There used to be a left and right turn, but the right side was blocked now. It was the way they needed to go.

"We have to go through the mess hall and kitchen now.", was all Pest said. It was all anyone said.