Search and Rescue

Entomophobia

Felix stomped on the head of what used to be a man. But now, it's face was rotted, an eye was missing and it had tried to fucking eat him.

Two days ago, Felix's boyfriend had been sent to Raccoon City to help evacuate it. Apparently an outbreak had occurred and Umbrella needed their U.B.C.S to assist them. He hadn't been worried at first. It seemed like one of Carlos' more tamer jobs. It was radio silent for a day but even then he wasn't worried because that was normal. And then Carlos' superior, Mikhail Viktor, contacted him.

An hour later, he was on the road. He must have broken a hundred laws to reach Raccoon City in a day, but when he did he was taken aback by the carnage. The roads were a disaster. Cars crashed or broke down, fires raging, and dead bodies littered the ground. He had no idea what kind of outbreak happened, until one of the bodies stood up from the ground. It had shocked him so much, his bike was sent crashing into the side of an abandoned car.

Now here he was. Fighting off the undead, looking for some way to find Carlos. His phone had been crushed in his pocket during the crash and he was steadily getting more and more tired. It wasn't the first time he had been awake for days on end, but it had been a while and he was out of practice. He had only brought so much ammo and at times was stuck dodging or had to use a knife. Lucky for him, it seemed like cops or U.B.C.S had been leaving supplies everywhere and every once in a while he was able to find a stash of bullets or the materials needed to make them.

Felix kicked away another zombie, this time a woman. It let out a loud shrieked sound as it stumbled towards him. Pulling out a , this one from the holster on his hip, he unloaded three bullets into her head, downing her for what was the second and hopefully last time.

"Mikhail Viktor when I get my hands on your ugly Russian mug you better pray to whatever god there is that I don't strangle you." The dark haired man hissed as he dodged hands outstretched to grab him. He looked up to see his destination coming closer. The transmission tower and substation were bound to have some kind of radio and if not, he'd have to try again. Maybe rage a bit first, but he'd still keep looking.

As he turned the corner, a zombie barreled towards him and in shock he dropped his gun and shouted, "Mother fucker!"

It grabbed for him and he kicked it back, picking up his dropped gun and made a mad dash for the substation. He shouldered the door open and cursed when he immediately heard the sounds of undead grunting. Not in the mood for it, he dodged and weaved, sprinting his way up the stairs in the substation office.

Felix sighed in relief as he leaned against the door. At a much more casual pace, he walked to the dash with four screens and a multitude of buttons. He looked out the window in shock. It looked as if there was a massive growth on the transmission towers, and if he stared long enough, he could see it pulse. He was at a loss at what to do when the sound of gunshots rang out. He held his gun out towards the door with a stony face.

It slammed open to reveal a battered and bruised woman of average height. When he caught sight of him, she hefted the shotgun in her hands to aim right at him.

"Who the hell are you?" She growled.

Felix scoffed and retorted, "Could ask you the same thing. You mind putting the gun down? I'm not interested in shooting anything that's still living.

The woman eyed him for a moment before deeming him no threat. She placed the shotgun on her back and Felix holstered his to his thigh. He watched as she slowly walked to him and when she reached his side he gestured towards the monitor.

"City is under a power outage and my guess is these are the breakers." He informed her, looking out the window at the massive thing on the towers. "Which, of course are out there in that fuck fest."