Resident Evil: Oblivion

Virus Outbreak Part 2

Rebecca stumbles her way out of the vaccination lab. Her motor skills are slightly out of whack, but for the most part, she processes her feet taking one step at a time. Grunting, squelching, and rustling brings her attention to someone on a lab coat, on their knees over a bloody corpse, tearing into it like it was their last meal. The scientist is unable to look away, horror struck. She hadn't been this close to a zombie for so long that it was just like a brand new experience, and Rebecca was frozen to her spot.

The man in the lab coat seemed to sense her presence, and he turned his head. Rebecca gasped and felt tears prick at her eyes. "Eric...no," she whimpers as her once friend bent awkwardly, standing, while flailing his limbs at unnatural angles. Suddenly, he flung himself at her, moving faster than any zombie she'd ever seen, and she squeaks while diving out of the way.

He launches himself at her, screaming as she rolls out of the way and climbs back to her feat. In a flash, he was on her again and she ran full circle until she spotted a CO2 bottle. She took off after it, only for Eric's body to collide with hers and send her to the floor again. She kicks at him and wiggles free, getting to her feet once more and grabbing the fire extinguisher. This time, when Eric attacked her, she swung the extinguisher and hit him with it, knocking him to the ground. He grabbed her ankle, jaws snapping, and Rebecca brings the bottle down hard in his skull, over, and over again, until his skull busted and Eric stopped moving.

Feeling like crying, Rebecca leans a hand against the wall and drops her weapon, taking in shaky breaths. She was almost one of them, she realizes. Her energy sparks a little when she realized her vaccine worked. There was a cure! She was still alive, and now that meant the cure was in her blood. She could finally end this!

She knew she wasn't safe out in the hall like this, so she gathers herself and heads back into her original lab. As the doors close behind her, she darts underneath a desk. Her throat is dry and stings from the wheezing her breathing had turned into and Rebecca spies a water bottle sitting conveniently above her. Quickly, she snatches it up, unscrews the lid, and takes desperate, long drags of the water.

Heaving on the floor, she gasps and cowers a little at the sound of metal moving. Cautiously, Rebecca peeks up over the desk, only to have a zombie throw itself at her. Screaming, she skids back and digs in a drawer for something, anything to aid her. Her fingers feel around and grasp a set of scissors. Good enough. She thinks to herself as she picks them up and plunges them into her attackers skull, further drenching her in blood. She crawls away, just to shield herself as an explosion rocks the foundation under her and the glass windows keeping all the other zombies on the other side out, shatter. Glass flies everywhere, and the undead file in. A man crawls towards her and she kicks him in the stomach, sending him flying.

Not a moment later, his comrade fly's forward, and Rebecca winces as a bullet stops him in his tracks. Brain matter hits her in the face and on her chest, and she dry heaves, trying not to throw up. The double doors burst open and soldiers file in, scoping the place out as Rebecca finds her feet. The zombie she had kicked leapt back to its feet as well, but was shot down quickly.

"Rebecca," says a familiar voice she hadn't heard in a long time.

"Chris?"

She couldn't believe her eyes. Chris Redfield was standing five feet away from her. He held his AR15 close to his chest and looked at her with relieved, troubled eyes. "Are you okay?"

Does it look like I'm okay, Rebecca responds in her head. You might have shown up five minutes earlier? She of course wasn't going to say that out loud, though. Instead, she gave him a weak smile and a thumbs up.

"What are you doing here," Rebecca asks.

"Heard you were working on a cure. We need it more now than ever. But we can talk about that later, let's get you out of here." Chris puts a hand on the small of her back and leads the way out of the facility where several cops and ambulances were already arriving. A helicopter flashed it's bright lights down on them as they exited, and Rebecca was instantly torn away from Chris and his team.

People fussed over her and helped clean the blood off of her neck and face. They checked her vitals and threw a blanket over her shoulders. They moved on to the team members that rescued her and Rebecca sat down, shivering into the wind. She hated to act like she hadn't been through this twice before, but it never got easier. She watched some men go back in after questioning her where she kept her vaccinations, and she directed them to the refrigerator they were stowed in. It was about fifteen minutes before Chris came back to her.

"It's been a while," he comments.

"You should be wearing a clean suit, or at least a mask, and shouldn't I be in quarantine?" Rebecca shoots.

"Hah, yeah well, if the virus was that contagious, we would all be infected already. Quarantine is a waste of our time, it'd take too long. How have you been? "

"I'll be fine, I guess. I took some data from the lab, it's here in my flash drive," she says as she pulls it out of her pocket. Chris reaches for if but Rebecca closes it in her fists. "Uh, uh this is mine. I want to look at it again before I give it to anyone. No offense," she tacks on quickly. She didn't want it to seem like she didn't trust him, because she trusted Chris with her life. But this was also the most important thing she had ever done, and she was going to be sure she could get it replicated before she gave it up.

"None taken," Chris says, detracting his hand. "Let's get you to a hotel so you can get some rest, and then we can figure things out from there."

"Sounds good," Rebecca smiles and stand up, ready to end this long night.