Resident Evil: Catalyst

13

When daylight broke, emergency services finally entered the building. After being ordered to stay away until it was clear of any infected and the threat of being exposed to the virus was low risk. There was nothing the group could do there anymore. They were helped out of what remained of the BSAA building. Leaving search and rescue and the emergency services to deal with the aftermath of what had happened during the night.

The group declined help from the paramedics, just wanting to leave them to help anyone else still inside. The group sat on the side of the road as they watched people start to go through the building and bring out people who had somehow made it through that nightmare. Jill had left to make a few calls. Some of the group were finally coming down from their adrenaline highs and were trying hard to stay awake.

Scott glanced over at Jacks who was sitting a little further away from the group staring deadhead. His knees pulled close to him as he rested his elbows on his knees and had his hands in front of his mouth.

"I spoke with Callum", Jill informed them as she returned, "the training centre wasn't attacked like our main building. He's sending somebody for us. We'll rest there". Nobody said anything. Scott watched a few nod their heads while others just laid down on the floor. "Claire can I talk to you?", Jill asked her. Scott watched the two leave, before deciding to lay on the floor as everything they had gone through, at Portsmouth, that hell of a night and not being able to sit and properly rest, all finally caught up with him.

He must have dozed off or something as the next thing he knew Ivan kicked him awake to get into the large army truck that had turned up. Scott sat near the back of the truck trying hard not to yawn. He was sat opposite Jacks who wasn't talking to anyone and just seemed to be staring out the back. Scott knew he should say something to him but couldn't find the words to say anything to him. He felt partly responsible for losing Jake if he had just taken Zoe and Jake to safety like he'd been told. Then Jacks wouldn't have to be wondering if his nephew was dead or alive, let alone wondering if he was going to be infected like everyone else.

When they reached the training centre for the new BSAA recruits, Callum, Scott and Natalie's old instructor was there to greet them. Along with two other agents.

"Is everyone ok?", Callum asked as the group got out of the back of the truck.

"Tired, miserable and hungry", Nadia told him. Callum lightly huffed with a small smile at the comment. "I didn't know what happened, if I'd known sooner, I would have sent people to help", he told them.

"We could barely handle what happened, any recruits you sent us with their little experience probably would have died", Jill told him.

Callum nodded his head, "I had the younger ones set up beds for you all for you to rest unless you want to talk about what to do next?".

Jill shook her head, "no, we rest. There's not a lot we can do while we're half-awake. Some of us have been awake for nearly twenty-four hours".

"Very well, Ella", Callum said and indicated to the agent on his left. "Can you show them to where our unexpected guests will be saying". The agent nodded her head and indicated for them to follow her. "I have a feeling Jill, that while you send everyone to sleep, you won't be doing so just yet?", Callum asked her as Scott began to follow Ella like the rest. "Unfinished business", was the last thing he heard Jill say before he was too far away to hear their conversation.

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Sitting on the old metal bed in the room his parents had trapped him in, Scott felt sick to his stomach. The contents of what they had forced him to eat were laying on the floor before him. He was hungry. So hungry for anything. He could feel himself going mad.