Best of Intentions (Resident Evil) (DnD Gamer SI)

Spooky Scary Skeletons
I had no idea who this lady was, I thought as Dakka took point with Jill behind her and me bringing up the rear. But that didn't necessarily mean anything. We were here days earlier than Jill and Carlos arrived in the game. So, it was entirely possible that there were a few survivors that had been holding out before then. I'd call it probable, even. Umbrella was filled with mouth breathing lobotomites, but some had to have recognized the danger of what they were creating.

It obviously wasn't enough to convince them to not make whatever genetic horror they were commissioned to create, but to take precautions in case there was an outbreak? Or, if not precautions, then a game plan to hold out until rescue?

Yeah, I could see that pretty easily.

"You need to proceed slowly," the woman who had yet to introduce herself said, speaking through the intercom. "To avoid leading them to you, I'm having to broadcast across the Hive. It has… agitated some of the infected." She admitted as we made our way through the dark halls of the Hive.

Jill glanced over her shoulder at me, and I offered a small shrug.

"Furthermore, if you have any hope of surviving what's down here, you must follow my instructions," she continued, her tone demanding and severe. Jill held up a hand when we reached a corner, sending Dakka out first. My Eldritch Cannon took stock of the situation for only a moment before opening fire, telling me that something not friendly was around the corner.

A split second later, a creature lunged forward, jumping over Dakka and slamming into the wall in front of Jill. I recognized what it was instantly-- a flayed body devoid of any flesh, revealing only muscle and sinew, with an exposed brain and a long tongue dangling out of its mouth. A Licker.

No eyes to speak of. They relied on echolocation to find prey, I recalled as that was consistent across the movies and game.

Jill fired, washing it in dragonsbreath and making the infected ignite. The dark hallways immediately became illuminated, revealing the bloodbath that had happened in all of its horrible glory while filling the air with a putrid burnt stench. The licker screeched, clawing at its own body before falling off the wall in a heap. I finished it off with a slug to the head, popping its top and killing it.

Dakka acted as an early warning system. Though, when I heard primal screeches echoing through the hall, I could guess that we had company. Jill made a gesture to fall back, so we did. Making our way down the hall, we waited for the lickers to arrive and I took the chance to get Jill's attention. Talking was a bit of a risk, so instead I waved a hand in front of my eyes and shook my head, then I pointed to my ears.

She nodded, and I got the impression that she already knew that. Had there been lickers at that mansion she mentioned?

I didn't get a chance to ponder that because a second later, two more arrived. Dakka kept perfectly still while they crawled on the walls, knowing that we were nearby but unable to tell where exactly. My heart really started to pound when one started crawling right towards me, blessed with dumb luck. Or maybe my own bad luck was taking its chance to shine. Almost silently, Jill started to shift her position, lining a shot up for the other one.

"Once-" the intercom spoke up, but whatever the woman had to say, I didn't hear it as I pulled the trigger when the licker before me suddenly stirred. The first shot killed it, probably, but I fired again, reducing the head and torso into bloody chunks. In that same second, the second licker lunged for me. Dakka saved my life, hitting the licker in the side mid jump and sending it flying away. Jill was quick to follow it up with by planting a handful of shots into the monster until it went still.

To get rid of the smell, I used Prestidigitation, replacing the scent of blood and burnt meat with a pleasant floral scent. Jill seemed vaguely thankful and let out a sigh, "She just about got us killed."

I nodded, glancing around, "I don't see a camera here, so she probably didn't know."

"I can't say I like the idea of doing Umbrella's bidding, survivor or not," Jill said, checking her ammo while we had the chance.

"I'd be more inclined if we actually needed the help," I agreed. "The Hive has a couple of entrances and exits. I know one of them is at the general hospital, which is probably a problem in itself. But, there could be others." As far as I could tell, that railway was something of a main entrance. The receptionist area was a give away. As for the entrance at the hospital, given that it took the form of a massive platform, I'm guessing that's how they brought down industrial amounts of supplies down here.

So, it could just be the two. But I was holding out hope that we wouldn't have to leave through what was probably going to be an overrun hospital.

"Works for me. First order of business is stealing their data, right? Is there a faster way beyond cracking open desktops and stealing files?" She questioned as we began to move up once more.

To that, I mulled the question over. When I originally decided to come down here, the plan was to bring a full squad equipped with Bags of Holding. We could take our time and do exactly what she said -- crack open every computer for the hard drive and empty the filing cabinets. We could be thorough so it didn't matter if we didn't know exactly what we were looking for.

But with two people and one Bag of Holding? "We need to find the server room. This place isn't going to be hooked up to the internet, and keeping the servers in another location is a point of weakness when you already have a fuck-off sized secret base," I reasoned. That's why major companies always had a server room on site. I'm guessing that went double when you were performing hella illegal human experiments in a secret bunker. "Though, I doubt the good doctor will just let us be."

"She has access to the security cameras and intercom. It could be a pain in the ass if she locked us out of somewhere important," Jill agreed.

"Play along until we get what we want?" I ventured and Jill seemed to debate with herself for a moment.

Then she sighed, visibly unhappy with her decision. "Umbrella or not, I'm not going to leave someone to die." She admitted and… yeah, I could understand that a little too well. "Not to mention, she could be useful as a witness. I'm not sure what is going to happen after this, but I don't want Umbrella to weasel out of justice because they could dismiss whatever digital evidence we gathered."

That was a good point. In the movies, the world ended so it never really came up. I was rather curious as to what would happen to a company that caused one of the single worst man-made disasters since Chernobyl. I'd like to say that the US government would take them apart, but the genre savy part of me knew that at best, a few scapegoats would be hung out to dry while the real perpetrators would get off scot free. Or, worse, find themselves working under Uncle Sam's thumb.

I didn't voice my thoughts, simply nodding in agreement as we reached a doorway. The wristband activated it and the door slid open to reveal-

"What the fuuu…?" I trailed off, momentarily stunned when we entered a massive chamber that was about a hundred yards wide in diameter. It was almost entirely comprised of empty space with a very long drop. There was a walkway connecting to a central pillar, and there were two other walkways that were currently pulled up, connected to two doors. The central pillar, interestingly, looked like some kind of elevator.

"Looks like an anti-contamination measure," Jill noted, far less baffled than I was. Despite myself, I looked down to see that the chamber went on for so long, I couldn't see the bottom. Looking up, I did see a ceiling that the elevator was connected to-

I narrowed my eyes ever so slightly, recalling the map of the city. My enhanced intelligence wasn't something I really felt before, but I felt it now because I knew there was absolutely no chance in hell that I would have been able to figure this out before. But, with my perfect memory of the map, a few guesstimations about how long we had fallen and how fast, along with an estimation of the incline of the railway…

"That leads up to the orphanage. Or the police station," I said, pointing up at the elevator with a thin grimace. That was… all kinds of screwed up, but experimenting on orphans would fit the bill for Umbrella. They really were doing their damndest to tick every box of the comically evil organization list.

Jill seemed more baffled by my deduction then she did about the massive vacuum chamber that we crossed. "How'd you figure that?"

"Math," I answered with a shrug.

She shook her head before glancing up at the elevator. "It could be our way out, so let's keep the option open. Though, I'm more curious how exactly the outbreak happened. This place looks like it's in lockdown." She noted, gesturing to the pulled back bridges.

"That," the woman's voice rang out, "is because of me." My gaze went up to a security camera and intercom, realizing that she could overhear us now. "When the initial outbreak happened, there was an attempt to evacuate. Some managed to leave through the railing that you used before I shut it down. Since then, I've been… containing the more dangerous projects."

Huh. "And you are?"

"Unimportant," the woman dismissed. "What is important is that you follow my instructions to the letter. I had hoped for a retrieval team, but the two of you seem capable. Across the bridge, you will find a lab marked B-13. Inside that lab, you will find a viral agent labeled GV-566. You will deliver it here, to the elevator, before returning to the lobby area before awaiting further instructions."

"Okay -- let's make one thing clear. We don't work for you," I said, throwing up my arms and making a big X. "And we're here for our own goals. The vaccine for the T-Virus you muppets released into the water system along with industrial amounts of the chemical compounds to make more of it." I could tell Jill had questions about what I was doing, but she seemed to guess my aims.

Simply put, it would be far more suspicious if we meekly obeyed her.

"You're in the wrong place if you're looking for the cure to the T-Virus," the woman replied, her tone curt. Clearly unhappy.

That was a flat out weird way to deflect and obvious bullshit. "Uh, no? Unless you're telling me that Umbrella has another fuck off massive secret underground base under Raccoon City?" I ventured, knowing that it was here. I saw it in the game. Maybe I would be inclined to have more doubts if I hadn't already confirmed the vial of vaccine in Dr. Bards' office.

However, there was a very telling pause on the other end and I felt like I got punched in the gut.

"Wait. Hold up. You-...! You're telling me that Umbrella has two secret bases under Raccoon City? What the fuck? How much money does this company make!?" I blurted, caught thoroughly off guard as I felt the ground shifting underfoot once more. That, I hadn't expected. It was so damn dumb that I couldn't anticipate it. I had fully believed that we were in a different part of the Hive than what Jill had descended into. I just figured that it was one massive base.

Because building two was so absurdly wasteful and pointless that I just…

"Hive One focused on the development of biohazards ranging in use from domestic products, medicine, to bioweapons. Hive Two is a separate facility that was focused on providing… solutions to what we developed in Hive One. Vaccines, anti-virals, weapons. So both the problem and solution could be sold together. Or individually to competing markets," the woman elaborated and I was dragging my hands down my face.

Meaning that I had to get to Hive Two if I wanted to get my railgun and establish a pipeline for the vaccine. Frustrating. Very frustrating.

"Ignoring all of that -- what do you need this viral agent for?" Jill asked while I recovered from the physical pain that I was in. Umbrella really was the worst. I mean that in every sense of the word -- comically over the top evil and so stupid that it made my brain hurt. "So far, Umbrella doesn't have a great track record and I'm not going to help you unleash some other monster on the city. We're already dealing with enough of them as it is."

There was another worrying pause from the woman. "It's a weapon to be used on one of the infected," she answered tersely. "The T-Virus wasn't the only outbreak. The G-Virus happened first, which facilitated the outbreak of the T-Virus."

I feel a migraine coming on. "Uh Huh," I said, rubbing my temples. "And this G-Virus is an ongoing problem, is it?"

"It is unlike the T-Virus. It acts less like a disease and more of a parasitic infection. The… patient zero is currently within the W-02 West Wing. By eliminating him- it there, we can prevent further outbreaks of the G-Virus." The woman said and I paused at the emotion that leaked into her voice. She strangled it back down, but it was clear that this was a personal matter to her. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

Then I looked across the bridge at one of the doors marked with W-02 above it. The same place that we had to go for this viral agent. She really was sending us into the belly of the beast, huh?

Sharing a look with Jill, I could only shrug and she made a decision. "We'll retrieve the viral agent and deal with the patient zero. On two conditions," Jill said, looking up at the security camera. "You get us into the second Hive. And when the time comes, you'll testify on what happened here."

"You really believe that Umbrella is going to have its day in court?" The woman asked, sounding utterly dismissive. Jill might have overplayed her hand with that.

"Either that, or we'll cut the head off the snake," I replied evenly.

There was another small pause of consideration before the woman spoke. "The former, I can arrange easily. Both Hives are connected by an emergency railcar. While both Hives are isolated, I can safely trigger an evacuation without activating the self-destruct sequence." The what now? "As for the latter… provided that you can prove to me I wouldn't be throwing my life away for nothing, I will agree. Tentatively." She decided.

That was about as good as we were going to get, I figured. But Jill wanted a little more, "Your name, then? I'm Jill Valentine. STARS. Or, at least I was before the team got disbanded."

"Rudeus Rain. Professional menace to society and Umbrella in particular," I offered.

"...Annette Birkin," Annette replied with some reluctance. "All of this is moot unless we can destroy the G-Virus. I'm opening the passage now." She informed before the bridge began to shift forward, two halves of the walkway meeting in the middle. "I've also granted your access token senior staff privileges."

That was convenient, I decided, taking a step on the now connected walkway and approached the door. The information that we'd learned swirled in the back of my mind, fitting itself in the restructuring game plan. We had to get rid of the G-Virus. Things were bad enough without throwing another viral spanner in the works. So, we killed it, gathered up what data that we could here, then we went to Hive Two which actually had the stuff that we wanted.

I let Dakka take point once more as the door slid open, revealing dark hallways with the emergency lights covered in blood, dying the little light available a dark red. I resisted the urge to turn on my headlamp as I followed Jill inside the new part of the Hive. There was a lot of blood on the floor and walls, and in the heavy silence, I could hear distant shuffling around. It was as we passed an elevator that I started to understand what exactly we agreed to.

Halfway inside the elevator was a ravaged corpse, leaving the doors forcibly open. On the back panel was a poster. A 'you are here' sign, essentially.

It marked this as the top floor of twenty five floors in this portion of the Hive. It was almost a half circle, going down hundreds of feet with a large degree of separation between this side of the labs. Then on the other side was the half for senior lab members. That massively opened up the scope of what we were dealing with. I half figured we had already killed most of the scientists that had been in the Hive.

But, based on sheer size… there had to be more. Hundreds more.

The tension swelled to to the point you couldn't even cut it with a knife. It had to be smashed with a sledge hammer. I got Jill's attention, pointing at the elevator and she saw where our targets were. The viral agent was on the twentieth floor. The server room, likely just for this half of the Hive, was all the way down on the twenty-fifth. Meaning that we had a very long way to go.

Jill frowned, her lips thinning. Then she made a gesture. 'Fast or slow?' She seemed to be asking, and I considered the question for just a moment.

I was tapped out for spells unless I leveled up. Part of me wanted to post up in a secure position and start grinding away until I hit Level 7. Another part of me knew that was reckless. So, it really was a question of what was safer? What was better? Not just for us, but for everyone?

I knew the answer, even if I didn't like it.

'Faster,' I confirmed, inclining my head to the elevator next to the one filled with gore. Jill knew exactly what I was thinking and she seemed to hate the idea as much as I did. All the same, she nodded in agreement, knowing that it was the right call. We needed to get out of here and off to the second Hive as fast as possible.

Jill took up a covering position while I went to work. Dakka first fired a shot at the seam between the elevator doors, revealing that the elevator itself was on a different floor. The metal bent inwards enough that I could fit the car jack that I pulled out of my Bag of Holding. There was a muttering from the undead on the floor, followed by a squeezing of metal as I began to expand the elevator door. They were heavy things, I noticed, even with the car jack.

But, it only took a short minute for me to wedge it open enough for us to slip through. Dakka crawled up my back, settling in the pack while she went into shoulder mounted mode. Jill glanced my way, satisfied that we had a way down. "Let's secure our way back out," she said, and I nodded. Wanting to conserve some ammo, I switched to my Arcane Weapon and took up a position across from Jill so we had a decent crossfire.

Slowly, the sounds of shambling and moaning drew closer before the first of them appeared down the hall. I pulled the trigger, picking him off, and the rotting flesh around his head ignited in flames. The shadows danced as the first undead collapsed, its brain flash burned, but it was swiftly followed by more. All of them were wearing bloodied lab coats, their faces and bodies noticeably more decayed than the ones above in the city.

Dakka and I started firing, thinning them out as they mindlessly shambled forward. Only when they got close enough did Jill start firing. One by one, the bodies dropped and there were an alarming number of them. They paid no mind as they climbed over the corpses of those that were killed before them and I realized odds were most of the scientists in this wing had been crowded around the only exit. An exit that Annette had sealed off.

Soon enough, the corpses started to act as a physical barrier for the undead. They had to crawl forward, their poor coordination making it a challenge for them. It was a full fifteen minutes later before the horde seemed to thin out. I wasn't really counting how many we had killed, but it had to be around fifty. Yet, even then, I got the feeling that wasn't all of them.

But, the area was clear enough. Though Jill and I still grabbed a vending machine and maneuvered it in front of the elevator. Just in case.

With the prep work done, I peeked past the elevator to see that it was somewhere near the halfway point in the elevator shaft. More importantly, there was a readily available service ladder that would take us right past it. I was up first with Dakka still on my back and I began to shuffle down. Jill joined me a moment later and the sounds of us making our way down echoed out in the elevator shaft.

My suspicions that we hadn't killed all of the undead in this part of the Hive were confirmed. The sounds of gunfire had echoed down the elevator shaft, alerting whatever undead were down below. Now they beat their hands against the doors, moaning and groaning as they tried to get through. I swallowed my nerves each time I crawled by an elevator door, hearing what sounded like dozens of them trying to get through.

But they had no chance to. Even with undead strength, they weren't going to get through solid steel.

So, I continued on with no worries, making my way past the elevator that rocked gently from the undead scrambling inside of it. That was a little more concerning, but was still a non-issue.

I had almost started getting comfortable with the tension. Right up until we were near the twenty-third floor, almost at the end, when we suddenly heard the awful sound of metal screeching. My heart jumped to my throat as I looked up past Jill just in time to see the elevator shake violently as something heavy landed on it.

My lungs went still, refusing to breathe in as I froze in place. Jill wasn't much better, pausing mid step down the next rung. We both watched as the elevator shifted, the steel cables groaning under an unseen weight. From my position, I couldn't see much, but I did see the top of the elevator getting peeled open like it was a soda can shortly before the thing that had dropped down on it entered it. That was then followed by the sound of more screeching metal as the elevator doors were ripped open.

Then there was silence except for the groaning undead that continued to beat at the elevator doors.

My mouth was dry and it felt like I swallowed sand when I swallowed thickly.

Whatever that was, it sounded big. And I was already topped up on massive zombie monsters, thank you very much. We waited in silence for another sign of whatever that creature was, but it seemed to have moved on. After a few minutes, Jill looked down at me and gestured for me to keep going.

Taking a bracing breath, I continued to shuffle down to the final floor, careful to be as soundless as I possibly could. And, just like how it was when you were trying to be quiet at two in the morning, every sound that I made felt impossibly loud. None more so than when we reached the 25th floor and we had to knock in the elevator doors.

The first hole that Dakka punched in revealed that there was no undead waiting for us. Which made sense since it was as far away from the exit as you could get. Fitting in the carjack, I began to open up the doors wide enough that we could slip through and with every spin, a horrible screeching sound echoed out. A low squeal of metal resisted and it was absolutely deafening.

Soon the sequel of the elevator doors was joined when the elevator above us shifted once more. Jill and I both froze, looking directly up to see the elevator shaking. There was a loud thump inside of it. I had no clue what exactly was going inside of it, but I knew I didn't like it one bit.

That was before there was a strained pop that echoed out a split second before the elevator lurched down a half foot. I felt Jill's hand grip my shoulder, her fingers digging in. "Rude-!" She cut herself off and I abandoned all attempts of the slow and steady route, spinning the carjack as fast as it would go. The low groan became a screech of metal on metal and that seemed to agitate whatever was above us.

There was another pop up above that was followed by the sound of more metal screaming. Acting on instinct, I threw myself forward, forcing my way through the gap that I had made as I dragged Jill in behind me.

Not a second later the elevator hit the ground with a powerful impact, but not an explosive one. Jill and I skidded across the floor a few feet, feeling a strong shockwave run through us while a cloud of dust was kicked up from the impact. I half expected that to be the prelude of our next problem, but as we scrambled to our feet no horrible monster erupted from the fallen elevator. The warped insides were filled with gore, blood covering the walls and floor, but only pieces of bodies were inside.

"There goes our exit," Jill muttered under her breath and I saw the busted remains of my carjack.

To make sure we weren't dealing with a clever monster, I had Dakka crawl forward towards the elevator. When she didn't shoot, I was convinced that it wasn't lying in ambush in the elevator shaft above. For that reason, I shuffled forward, entering the elevator to see that the top had been completely removed. Peeled upward like it was a tin can.

It was because I was looking up that I saw a zombie falling down the elevator shaft and I stepped back just in time to avoid getting crushed. It hit the elevator with a meaty smack, falling around a hundred feet. It wasn't killed on impact, but it was a mess of broken bones.

"I'm leaving Dakka on overwatch," I decided. And, as if to agree, there was another thump as another zombie fell from whatever hole that monster had made. "She should let us know if something follows us."

"She?" Jill echoed, examining the hallway that we were in. It was dark and, unlike the others, it wasn't covered in gore. Seemed like the people at the bottom managed to escape up top, only to encounter a problem there.

"Cars, boats, and robots are always a she," I said, patting Dakka on the chassis before moving on. I trusted her with my back. And, if nothing else, I knew she would go down swinging. "Let's find this server room and another way out. I don't suppose this place has a set of stairs?"

"It's a safe bet. Secret base or not, elevators malfunction and that could leave entire floors cut off otherwise. When you're making multimillion dollar bioweapons, that's going to be an unnecessary risk." She reasoned and it made sense to me.

"Still can't believe these troglodytes built two secret bases under the same city. The bioweapon business has to be booming. This place alone has to cost billions," I reasoned, giving Dakka one last lingering look before we continued onward. The server room should be nearby.

"Thinking of signing on?" Jill asked, sounding amused with my disbelief.

"As if. More worried," I corrected, earning a look. "You don't make this kind of money unless someone really wants your product. Umbrella feels like it might be in the territory of 'too big to fail.' If not because of the sheer amount of cash they're apparently raking in, then because people in powerful positions won't want them too." Like the military.

Jill was silent for a moment as we pressed on. I scanned the placards above each door as we slowly explored the floor. "What could we do about that, realistically?" She questioned… and that was the golden question.

"No idea. Yet," I admitted before pointing out the door marked with Server Room. "But we have time to figure that out. If nothing else, we could give away some of their least dangerous patents. That'd tweak their nose," I reason, taking out a crowbar and wedging it into the doors. With a heave, Jill managed to get her foot inside and give us some leverage to slide the doors open.

The server room wasn't particularly large, I saw. There were six server racks in total, three on each wall. "They're still on. Good," I said, looking around the room before I spotted a laptop. It was, however, in the hands of a corpse.

The IT guy, I figured. He was in a desk seat with the wall covered in blood and brain matter from where he killed himself. A bloodstain on his leg revealed the reason for his suicide. Taking his laptop, I saw that it required a fingerprint scan, so I helped myself. With that, I saw a farewell note that he wrote in a word document -- minimizing that, I pulled up his access to the server diagnostics.

"What exactly is the plan here?" Jill questioned as I started typing. "I doubt all of this would fit on a thumb drive."

"No such luck there, but we did get lucky," I said, gesturing to the laptop. It vastly simplified things. "I can tap into server maintenance programs that'll compile the data onto other servers. It's a shortcut to avoid down time for the whole base. I'll probably have to trim some fat, but I can probably put just about everything on a single server. Then we take out the memory storage and toss it all into a Bag of Holding."

Jill, rather than being impressed, looked thoroughly amused. "I was right. You are a D&D nerd," she remarked, and I realized that was the first time I had called it a Bag of Holding out loud.

"You were," I admitted, and she was more right than she realized. "But still, hurtful."

"You'll get over it, I'm sure," Jill said, still amused. "So, we grab the server, head up to the twentieth floor, grab the viral agent, kill the patient zero for the G-Virus… then we go to the other Hive to pick up the T-Virus vaccine. That about sum it up?"

"You're forgetting about any shenanigans that we'll stumble across between those steps, but yeah, more or less," I replied. And, speaking of shenanigans, I got a message from the security team.

'What are you two doing in the server room?' I'm guessing that was Annette rather than the Jacob Smith, the security guy whose ID she was using.

I debated on answering while glancing around for a security camera. I didn't see one. So, it was either well hidden, or we had tripped some flag. 'Told you, we're here for our own goals. The servers are loaded up with evidence. Or, failing that, it's one hell of a bargaining chip to use against your corporate overlord.' I typed back and sent the message as I began flagging servers as needed for maintenance.

Had to disable a few safety checks, but I was able to offload the data and tasks onto a single server. It was as the data was being transferred over that I got another message from Annette.

'You have more pressing issues: Link.'

Clicking the link, I saw it was security footage from the entrance of the Hive. I froze when I watched the short clip, my blood draining from my face. Something that Jill didn't fail to notice.

"What happened?" She asked and in response, I spun the laptop around and pressed replay.

The video showed the Alligator corpse bulging and writhing a split second before Mr. X tore his way out of the body. He seemed injured, covered in gore and bile, but otherwise unaffected before he began to march towards the entrance with a slow and steady gait.

"Things just got a little more complicated."

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Welcome to the Jungle
Things weren't great. Or even good, really. But, they weren't as bad as they could be. Because, simply put, as things stood there was about twenty floors that separated us. Mr. X was a whole ass problem, but he was a manageable one. What he did was compound an already existing issue, like being trapped in a pit with a super massive alligator.

"This is fine," I said, earning a brief look of utter disbelief from Jill.

"It's fine?" Jill echoed, looking at me like I was speaking in tongues. So much for that benefit of the doubt. "That thing just ripped itself out of a dinosaur, and it's coming straight for us."

"I didn't say things were good. I said that it's fine. Best case scenario, we can sicc patient zero for the G-Virus on 'em and they take each other out. Or, we get out, and pull up the drawbridge so he's stuck here." As I spoke, I watched as the data was being compiled into a single server. The transfer was fast, far faster than I expected it to be, but not as fast as I wanted it. It would take a full hour and a half to transfer everything.

That was a long time to wait but not enough time to really do anything.

"Worse case scenario?" Jill ventured as Anette started typing in the chat box.

"We do a lot of screaming before we die," I replied with a cheeky deprecating smile. That took the wind from her sails as I considered what our moves could be. An hour and a half. I had no spell slots left. We were being hunted down by two monsters. We needed to go a couple floors up to get a viral agent so we could kill the G-Virus monster. And, to make matters worse, Dakka had about forty minutes of power left, and I wouldn't be able to bring her back.

'What are you doing in the server room?' Annette questioned in the chat box while I pondered our predicament. I needed more tools available to me.

So, I typed back 'Securing evidence to be used against the corpo overlords. And info on how to deal with virus. Send me access to security cameras.'

I paused.

'Please.' There we go. It never hurt to be polite.

"Okay, so what I'm thinking is this – I have about a half hour left powering up Dakka," I said, setting the computer to the side before my eyes landed on the corpse of the IT guy. Or, rather, the wedding ring on his finger. This felt a little gross, but needs must. "So, we use that time to snag this viral agent, then head back here, grab the server once everything is transferred over, head back up the elevator shaft, then bait the monsters into an arena of our choosing."

"Sounds like it'll work right up until it goes wrong," Jill said, grabbing the computer while I approached the corpse. Sorry, man, but I needed it more than you, I thought before prying the ring off. "Annette says that she doesn't trust you, and that the data on the servers is useless to you because you can't use it. Paraphrasing."

"Well, tell her that I'm not some two bit hack of a scientist and I know what a controlled variable is. Which is more than anything I can say for the muppets that worked here," I replied, testing the ring to find that it mostly fit. I'd have to resize it. "Is she going to give us access to the cameras or not?"

"She's typing," Jill said, and her reply had been far too short to copy what I said word for word. I took the moment to reach into my bag and grab my jeweler's tools. Creating a spell refueling ring from scratch was beyond me at the moment – simply because of the time it would take to layer the enchantments onto it.

However, that didn't mean I couldn't fiddle with the blueprint ever so slightly. A spell refueling ring functioned by restoring a burnt spell slot, with the limit of the spell slot being restored tied into the number of items that the wearer had attuned to them. As it was, I didn't have any items on me that required attunement.

Technically. The closest thing that I had was Dakka, so she was what I would be using.

Only to make those adjustments to the infusion, I had to prep the receptacle beforehand. Which led me to securing the ring with a pair of pliers before I started engraving upon its surface.

When it came right down to it, runes were basically just magical code. And, much like coding on general, I knew next to nothing about runes. I did, however, know enough about magic to attempt to get by. It was the equivalent to speaking in broken English, but I'm mostly sure I engraved 'Dakka+Me=Attunement?' Therefore binding the two together, and allowing me to treat Dakka as an attuned item.

Which, in turn, meant I could bring her back one more time or use a first level spell slot.

"I need to get better at this stuff," I sighed, sliding the ring on. As it attuned to me, the ring shrunk, fitting me perfectly. I put it on my thumb, mostly because it felt pretty weird wearing a ring that just belonged to another guy. The point being was that I was forced to improvise too much, and my class really worked best with prep time and prepared materials.

It was as I finished up that Jill spoke up, "I convinced her to give us access to the cameras." She turned the computer around, showing the video feeds of what had to be about a thousand cameras. We would have to sort through them by floor, I reasoned. And keep a separate tab open to keep an eye on Mr. X. I also saw what she said in the chat box – that I was an escaped lab rat of Umbrella, and that I was the last person that would sell the secrets that we were taking here. "Issue is that one of us would need to remain on overwatch."

Meaning that one person was going to be making their way through zombie and monster infested labs alone.

"Lovely," I sighed, realizing that she was right. Our gazes met, and before she could volunteer, I continued. "It should be me. Dakka's range isn't limitless, and whoever goes is going to need her."

"I'm STARS. You're a labrat," Jill argued succiquently. Wasn't wrong there. She was more equipped to handle the trip, only Dakka and literal magic helped balance the scales quite a bit. "You said it yourself, you're out of tricks."

I did say that and it was still mostly true. So, I held up a fist, "Rock, paper, scissors? Whoever loses has to stay in the safe room and whoever wins has to sneak around a lab full of zombies." Despite herself, Jill seemed amused by my antics even as she let out a sigh. All the same, she held up a fist.

On three, our fists bounced twice and on the final time we made our pick.

"Damn it," Jill swore.

"Paper covers rock. Sucks to suck," I said, covering her fist with a hand. Her lips thinned, so I gave her hand a small squeeze. "I have you looking out for me, so I'll be fine. Just let me know when I'm sharing a floor with one of those monsters, yeah?" I requested, withdrawing my hand.

Jill visibly swallowed a sigh, "Two out of three?"

"No one likes a sore loser, Jill," I replied, taking a breath and considering my option. I would have Dakka. I would have my shotgun. I had my Arcane Firearm, and one spell slot to use in emergencies.

I had this.

"Not doing a good job of convincing me to make sure you come back," Jill tried to match my humor but didn't quite manage it. I decided to leave the Bag of Holding with her, but I took out an earpiece from it and tossed her the walkie talkie. It was little moments like these that almost convinced me that I knew what I was doing because that was a lucky bit of preparation.

"I'll get back as soon as I can. But, if things go south-" I started, and when Jill made to interject, I swiftly continued, "Save my dumb ass. The server is a low priority in comparison. We'll have other chances to nail Umbrella to the wall." That managed to get a smile out of her.

"Good. Just… be careful. I don't want to have to rescue you, got that?" Jill said while I looked at the door to what I imagined hell would look like. It was probably a bad time to mention it, but horror was my least favorite genre.

"I'm already doing something stupid, Jill. I don't plan on being an idiot about it," I said, opening the door to the dark hallway and I glanced at her over my shoulder, "See ya' in a bit."

With that, I closed the door behind me and I looked to Dakka. "Come on, girl. Let's get this done," I said, the quiet hallway suddenly filled with the echoing sound of her metallic spider legs and my boots. Time was of the essence, so I hurriedly along to the end of the hallway in search of the stairs that would lead me up. I chose to arm myself with my Arcane Firearm, when I finally spotted it.

The doors opened with a painfully loud squeak of the hinges, causing a low guttural moan to echo out as I approached the steps after making sure the door was closed behind me. The moan was swiftly joined by others along with the wet sounds of movement.

There were quite a few of the zombies on the stairwell, I figured, climbing my way up. There were only so many elevators, so some would try their luck with the stairs. To that end, the upper floors should contain most of the zombies in this place. Provided that no one left any doors open. And given that Umbrella's scientists favorite snack seemed to be lead paint chips, I wasn't going to hold out any hope about that.

I ascended up the stairs, already seeing hints of gore before I saw the first shambling corpse as he fell down a half dozen stairs between floors. The red emergency light illuminated him at first before I popped him in the side of the head with a Firebolt and his corpse ignited. With his corpse burning, the shadows began to dance as more corpses started shambling down.

It was easy to be afraid in moments like these. That fear threw off aim, and when you missed a shot m, it made the fear that much worse. So, despite the stench of burnt hair and flesh, I forced myself to breathe as I slowly climbed up the stairs. Floor by floor, until I reached the twentieth and a quick glance through the door revealed a zombie that was drawn to the noise. Taking a moment to glance up the stairs, I could hear more coming but their moans bounced off the staircase, making it impossible to judge how many.

I really, really, really didn't like the thought of not having a clear exit behind me. I also really, really, really didn't like the thought of lingering too long and letting Mr. X or the G-Virus monster find me.

Between the two bad options, I went with the one I thought I could manage.

Opening the door, I stepped out of the way so the zombie fell forward before I shot it in the head. Kicking the legs to the side and clearing the door, I closed it behind me. A few seconds later, zombies started pawing at the door behind me, but they wouldn't have any luck getting through it. The noise had attracted one other zombie that had been making her way to the door, but with a quick shot, I put her down, and the dark floor was silent once more.

It was then that I heard Jill's voice in my ear, "You're on camera. So is the big guy – he's making his way to the stairs, it looks like, so I recommend you start moving, Rude." Jill warned me as I did exactly that. Dakka took point as the emergency lights flashed, revealing the open layout to the lab. Something was different with the floor, I swiftly noticed.

Mostly because I didn't think that vines were supposed to be growing along the walls and ceiling. Switching Dakka to flamethrower mode, I reached up to my neck and pressed the mic before speaking in a low whisper, "What exactly am I looking for here? And any eyes on the thing we're supposed to be killing?"

"None," Jill swiftly answered. "I think it's avoiding cameras because I haven't seen any sign of it. If we didn't hear that crash, I'd say it wasn't here." That was pretty much the last thing that I wanted to hear, if I was being perfectly honest. I didn't need a monster with ninja training to sneak up on me. "As for what you're looking for… head straight, take a left, then straight again. That'll take you to the lab that has the viral agent."

"Roger roger," I said, following her instructions. I was keenly aware of the cameras and it was a relief to see that there were plenty. As I ventured deeper into the floor, however, the thicker the vines became. Whatever was in that lab was where I had to go, unfortunately enough.

The door was half sealed, overgrown with vines and what looked like a corpse that had fallen there, which meant the door couldn't close all the way. A quick belch of flames from Dakka pushed back vines even if it meant filling the hallway with smoke. Waiting a moment for them to burn through enough that I could step through the door, I glanced around at the lab that could best be described as a greenhouse gone awry.

Plants grew completely out of control, dozens of species that did their best to consume every empty space. If I had waited a few more days to get down here, I'd probably have to burn the whole room just to move past it. It also let me see that every testing bed of the plants had been deliberately left open.

As well as what had been nourishing them.

"Great," I muttered, looking at what had been a last stand in the lab. A good dozen zombies, their bodies thoroughly infiltrated with vines with plants sprouting from their flesh, slowly got up. Given that they were spread out, my guess was that they hid here, tried to use the plants as a barrier to protect themselves until rescue came… only for one of them to already be infected. The vines made them stiff, their movements more unnatural than they already were, but it was simple enough to put them down with the help of Dakka.

Plants had a natural weakness to fire, after all.

"Big guy has reached the stairs, Rude. He's on his way down," Jill informed me as I crouched down to one of the corpses to see his ID wristband was a different color. Senior Staff. I'll be taking that, thank you.

"I hear you," I said, moving on and burning away the foliage that had sealed another door. I was immediately hit with a blast of cold air, the metal walls covered in frost, and the source was a broken window to a testing lab where they developed whatever they were making here. There was another zombie waiting for me, but given that it was well below freezing, the corpse was frozen stiff. Still shot it for the free xp, though. "I'm in the lab. Looking for the sample now-"

There was a crashing sound somewhere behind me. A distant echo but it made my heart jump to my throat.

"Jill… what was that?" I asked, a sense of urgency flooding me as I stepped into the lab, searching for some agent labeled GV-566. Not as easy as I would like because a lot of the equipment was covered in a thin layer of frost.

"The G-Virus infected was hiding in the elevator shaft! It just tore a hole in the elevator on your floor, Rude!" Jill announced and… yeah. Okay.

"On a scale from one to ten, how-"

"It's a ten. Humanoid, but one side of it is the virus with a large eye at the shoulder." Jill answered quickly and the note of panic in her voice was a damn good argument to hurry it up and grab the viral agent. My hands worked as fast as they could, brushing away the frost to a half dozen vials that were in a cabinet, my fingers swiftly going numb.

I heard another crash, this one closer. "Jill, give me a path to the elevator," I said, finally finding the correct vial. Stuffing it in my pocket, I traded out my Arcane Firearm for my shotgun. "Fastest way, please."

"The fastest is going to take you right past that thing, Rude. He's on you like a hound. It's tracking you somehow." Jill said and I filed that away while I swiftly made my plan. Stepping out of the lab, I crossed the room so I was on the same wall as the entrance in the opposite corner. Dakka crawled forward, sticking to the wall over the greenroom while I prepared a cantrip. "But… get past him and take a right instead of a left at the fork."

My heart was pounding in my chest as I spoke in a low voice, "Jill – start heading up the elevator shaft. We'll have to swing back for the server. I'll meet you there as soon as I can." And, almost as soon as I said the words, I heard the heavy lumbering steps of the monster in question. Crouching down behind some vines, I forced myself to control my breathing.

Jill's description really hadn't sold how monstrous it was. Most of the creature was humanoid, but on the shoulder, almost like it had been grafted on, was a massive bulbous mess of muscle, bone protrusions, with a single massive eye the size of a small satellite dish at the shoulder. The entire arm was a massive claw, and from the looks of things, the transformation wasn't complete yet. That was a frightening thought.

But I couldn't afford to get scared right now.

Casting Prestidigitation, I conjured an illusion in the greenroom of myself ducking behind a row of plants, and I watched as the massive eyes immediately locked in on the movement. With a massive lumbering breath, the monster rushed forward into the greenroom and the moment it was inside, I broke into a dead sprint to the door while Dakka dropped down and bathed the creature in flames.

Its roar echoed down the hallway behind me, and I didn't even need Expeditious Retreat to haul ass. Dakka trailed behind me, running as fast as her spider legs could carry her, firing a shot at the monster that decided to give chase. With every shot, the monster was knocked back, giving me the room I needed. Taking a right so quickly I half bounced against the wall, I saw the opened elevator shaft that looked entirely too much like a ripped apart tin can for my liking.

I barely slowed down before I jumped into the elevator shaft, reaching a hand out to give me enough spin that I could hop onto the ladder. Jill was already on it, a good two floors above me, telling me that she had rushed up. She glanced down at me as I chased after her, Dakka making it as she secured herself to my back. My heart plummeted when I heard the creature still giving chase. I knew I shouldn't have, but I dared to glance down to see the G-Zombie stab its claw into concrete like it was wet tissue paper before clumsily following us up.

"Dakka, hit him," I hissed, climbing as fast as I could while Dakka did exactly that.

And, as it turned out, the monster had a really glaring weakness.

The eye made an excellent target that Dakka took aim at, sniping it even as I jostled around in my haste. The creature roared in pain, taking a swipe at me that felt entirely too close. The ladder beneath me jerked in a way that had my veins full of nothing but adrenaline, but that opened the creature up to another shot that struck it directly in the oversized eye.

With another roar, it tried to right itself but the damage was done. It fell down about six stories, crumpling the elevator that it landed on, and giving us some breathing room. Even still, Dakka didn't stop shooting as we continued upward, not wanting to give it a chance to close the sudden gap. She only stopped when we were nearing the top of the elevator shaft, minutes later, and I sent her ahead of Jill to clear any zombies at the top.

And there were a few, I soon saw, grabbing Jill's hand as she half yanked me out of the elevator shaft. Leaving Dakka to cover our rear, the two of us sprinted out of the lab, racing across the walkway and as soon as we crossed the halfway point, the bridge started to retract.

Dakka came running after us a moment later, jumping across the gap into my waiting arms, and it was only then did I blow out a sigh of utter relief.

"That sucked. Oh… oh, man, I didn't like that. I didn't like that at all," I muttered, the adrenaline abruptly leaving me, and my strength felt sapped even as my heart still pounded at my ribs.

Jill was hunched over as the walkway finished retreating, breathing heavily, "At least we trapped them both in the same wing. With a little luck, they'll kill one another."

"I'll be honest… I don't think we're that lucky," I replied and Jill visibly swallowed a sigh.

"Neither do I. In any case, we have some time. They don't have any reason to go after the server room either, so all that's left is to make this antiviral and kill the both of them." Jill decided, straightening up while I secured Dakka to my back. I didn't have much of a charge left in her, but I was very glad that I didn't need to burn the one spell slot I had left. I got the impression that I was going to be needing her again soon enough.

Rounding the central elevator, the walkway to the other wing connected itself. Walking along, the automatic doors slid open to reveal a woman. Annette, I'm guessing. She was in her mid thirties if I had to guess, pale skin from a lot of time in the lab, long blonde hair that told me she hadn't showered in a couple of days.

She also had a gun.

"Oh. The Umbrella scientist has betrayed us. I'm shocked. Shocked, I say!" I said, dramatically throwing my hands in the air while Annette leveled the gun at us. "Well, not that shocked."

"If I was betraying you, you'd be dead already," Annette replied coldly. "I don't trust you and the world itself is in danger, so I can't risk trusting you. The samples in this lab…" Her voice trailed off when I rolled my eyes to the ceiling. This was annoying, but in line with what I expected. She also kinda had us dead to rights. There wasn't much cover on the thin walkway. "What I want you to do is give me the antiviral. I'll make it. Then… then we'll kill the subject together, but you will never step inside this wing."

That was a promise. And, as annoying as I found it – and, oh boy, did I find it annoying – I did understand why she was going this route. The things in this secret base? They should never see the light of day. I'm sure that some good could come out of them, but all of it was inherently tainted by the T-Virus, or whatever version they cooked up. So, yeah, I was in complete agreement with none of the apocalypse causing viruses or what have you ever leaving.

Jill glanced my way when I stepped forward, one hand in the air and the other taking out the vial. "You're being a massive pain in the ass, but I agree with the goal. So, before we start the battle royale with two bio-weapons, I want to go to Hive Two. You said it yourself – that's where they produced answers to those fuck off massive problems we have in time out."

Annette jerked, "I'm not negotiating with you. Give me the vial, or I'll shoot you."

"Then shoot. Because, I gotta say, taking a bullet to the dome sounds a lot more preferable than going three rounds with those two unprepared. Unless, of course, you can look me in the eyes and promise me that whatever you're cooking up is the silver bullet to both of them?" I was kinda hoping that she could because that would be really convenient. But, based on how her lips thinned, I was going to have to take that as a no.

She shook her head, confirming it, "That's- they're separate-" She started, but I smiled placatingly.

"I'm aware. But that doesn't really solve the issue. So, what I'm suggesting is that you let us go get something that can take out Mr. Trenchcoat." I wasn't particularly charismatic, I have the stat to prove it, but I did know how to talk to people. Annette was a scientist, so logic was the way to go. And, try as she might, she wasn't able to poke any holes in my reasoning.

She licked her lips, "The antiviral first. Then I'll activate the elevator. There's a railcar below that you can use to connect to the other Hive. Getting something that can destroy it… that's on you." Annette decided and that was about as good of an offer as we were going to get. So, I tossed the vial over to her and she managed to catch it, albeit clumsily.

Her guard lowered when neither of us took the opportunity to shoot her, and she offered one final nod to me before she quickly vanished back inside the wing. Stepping back, I glanced at Jill, who seemed rather pensive about the entire thing. At least, until the central elevator turned on.

"That was a risk," Jill noted as we stepped inside the elevator and pressed the bottom floor.

"Yeah, it was," I agreed, leaning against the railing. "But it wasn't like we were going to kill her to get inside. And, while I'm certain that there's going to be entire servers of horrific war crimes in that wing, we don't need it. Maybe we can convince her to give us the evidence of them happening, without all the crap they cooked up."

"Like you said – we're not that lucky," Jill sighed as we continued down- my train of thought momentarily derailed when we sailed by what I could only describe as an ARC reactor of some kind. Two massive spinning wheels with electricity cackling between them.

"You saw that, right? What was that thing?" I blurted, caught thoroughly off guard by the sudden sci-fi imagery. It was over as soon as it began, but Keen Mind let me effortlessly recall it – the two wheels in what looked like a void…

"I think that was a power source. Couldn't tell you what kind," Jill ventured, quick to dismiss the entire thing as non relevant. I wouldn't be so sure, however. "We're taking a lot of what Annette said on faith here. Are we really going to find something in this other Hive that can deal with those things? Because shotguns aren't going to cut it."

We arrived at the bottom floor of the Hive, and I saw the railcar that Annette described. There was a long platform and railway, but I couldn't tell where either way ended. A rather conventional sign, however, told me that we had to go right to reach the bottom of the other Hive.

To answer her question, I shot Jill a grin as we started walking to the other Hive. "If we're going to find a silver bullet, it would be there," I reasoned. Alice should be in the other Hive. And her whole psionics deal was going to be really handy dealing with those bio-weapons.

If everything worked out, we could just throw Alice at the problem and it would probably go away without needing much interference with us much more mundane plebeians.

"And if we don't?" Jill prompted, and I could tell she really wanted a defined plan.

I thought of that railgun that Jill had used to kill Nemesis in the game. How the movies decided to cut that out was beyond me. In any case, I reached back and patted Dakka on the chassis as the last dregs of her power ran out. There were ideas floating around in my head, and I had to say, I was feeling inspired.

"Then we make a couple of silver bullets of our own," I replied, seeing the elevator up to the other Hive in the distance.

Jill hummed, clearly wanting something more concrete, but accepting that things were just up in the air at the moment. "I bet Chris isn't having to deal with some crap like this."

To that, I chuckled. "Here's hoping that Chris is kicking his feet up and enjoying the calm while it lasts."

Based on our shared laughter, I don't think either of us believed it.

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My Way
"It's like these people have never even heard of safety measures. How exactly do you have an outbreak in the facility that's specifically dedicated to developing antivirals and countermeasures to the crap the other Hive is cooking up? I swear, I feel like I'm losing my mind here." I groused under my breath, thoroughly unimpressed with the state of the other Hive. "The bar is so low it's in hell, and these people are still managing to trip over it."

Hive II had fallen. I'm not exactly sure what happened there -- it wasn't covered in the game, as far as I was aware or, if it was, then I missed it. The end result was that when we made our way up into the Hive from the emergency elevator, we were greeted by what was rapidly becoming a familiar sight. Dark halls, gore, and undead.

But, thankfully, there were no massive monsters hunting us down so, in that regard, things were looking up.

"Odds are it got overrun because this is the place that has the answer to the virus. Umbrella employees probably rushed here when they got infected, hoping for a cure. Instead, they got trapped down here and turned," Jill replied, taking point and checking corners as we explored Hive 2. So far, it was going pretty smoothly.

The layout was pretty different from the other Hive. This Hive seemed to be more inline with the movie, which was a little weird considering the ringed base had been under that mansion outside the city. But, I was just going to chalk that up to creative licensing from the director. And given that the movie showed the apocalypse happening when they opened the Hive inside city limits, I'm pretty sure they connected somewhere.

In Hive 1, space had been far more strict. The labs were smaller and more numerous. In Hive 2, the rooms were more open -- testing areas, labs, shooting ranges, and storage. I didn't get to see that much of the Hive during the game, so we were making our way through unfamiliar territory.

"Hm. Maybe. But, given that they turned…" I trailed off, and Jill understood what I was hinting at.

"Either they ran out of the vaccine, they couldn't produce it fast enough… or it was deliberately withheld," Jill agreed. The latter sounded about right for Umbrella. They were absolutely one of those comically evil companies that killed their own employees for the sake of convenience. Honestly, I hoped the people running the company were genuine sociopaths because if they weren't, then they were just… that dumb. Though, maybe not paying out severance cheques was the reason they had such ludicrous amounts of money?

"Suppose we'll find out soon enough," I reasoned with a small sigh. There was a knot of tension between my shoulder blades -- this should be where Alice was. With my bag of tricks empty, having a full blown psionic on our side sounded absolutely lovely. I could get my hands on the rail gun designs too, which would majorly up my firepower. Not to mention, this could be where we start pumping out industrial quantities of the vaccine.

This Hive was exactly where we needed to be. Honestly, we should have come here first. Before the outbreak even, seeing as these people had been dead for days by the time of our arrival. The good news was that since we came from the bottom up, we didn't have to go far to reach the server room.

Opening the door with an access token that we picked up along the way, I saw that the layout was generally the same as the last server room, minus the guy that committed suicide. Which, as morbid as it seemed, was a bit of an issue because it meant we didn't have easy admin access to the servers. Hardly the end of the world as the access token gave us, well, access to the information on them, but there wouldn't be any compiling of that information.

"First things first -- a map of the Hive," I said, pulling it up and as soon as it appeared on the terminal, my eyes narrowed. There was no connection to the mansion. My lips pursed, mulling over that discrepancy for a moment before giving a small mental shrug. That didn't really mean anything. The mansion was its own secret facility, so it was probably a case of compartmentalization.

What I did see was the area that Jill had visited in the game. If I had a tail, it'd be wagging when I saw the room for the railgun.

"They were working on a lot down here," Jill observed over my shoulder. Reaching over, she tapped one of the laboratories. "That's where we'll find the vaccine." It was almost dead center in the Hive and from the info on the screen, that's where they created countermeasures to all of their bio weapons.

"Hopefully," I agreed, my gaze bouncing around for what would fit the bill for Alice. She woke up in an observation room, hooked up to some monitoring equipment. There were a lot of little spaces that could fit, so I was drawing up a short list.

Jill noticed that I was distracted, "Looking for something in particular?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow and I fought off a frown.

"Honestly, I'm looking for a silver bullet that'll just kill the whole company," I admitted. Wasn't like I could specify I was looking for Alice, and she was exactly that. I'd probably have to talk her into killing a couple dozen people with her mind, but even if I didn't, without Alice Umbrella's whole superhuman plot fizzled out.

"We aren't that lucky," Jill said, placing a hand on my shoulder. I kinda hated that she was right about that. "We should split up -- we need to gain access to the security systems so we can start mobilizing what's in this place. That lift is going to be important," she added, pointing to the lift that connected to the hospital.

"Split up? You've seriously never seen a single episode of Scooby Doo, have you? That's a terrible idea," I said, glancing up at Jill with an expression of pity. I could only imagine how dreadful her childhood must have been. I learned a lot from Scooby Doo and the greatest lesson it had to impart was 'Don't split up when there are monsters running around in an unknown, possibly haunted, location.' It wasn't a lesson that I ever thought I'd actually put into practice, but I also never thought I'd get isekai'd either.

"We don't have time to waste, Rude," Jill frowned, her lips thinning. "Things are still going to hell in the city, and the longer we wait here, the bigger the chance that those things back in the other Hive escape. Maybe they'll kill one another, but, like I said -- we aren't that lucky." That was… an argument I was having difficulty refuting. It must have shown on my face too, because Jill tapped me on the shoulder with a fist.

"Fine. You're right. It'd help if we could find the IT guy -- alive and well would be nice, but getting everything on the servers will be a lot easier with admin access." I sighed, looking at the map with resignation. I really didn't like it, but Jill was right. Time was of the essence and we really didn't have any to waste. "I'll hit the security office first."

I should be able to check the security feeds there, and that would help me find Alice.

"Radio is on. If you find yourself in over your head, then give me a shout. You better not die just because I took my eyes off of you," Jill said as we both approached the door.

"Right back at you," I shot back, giving her a small nod. She returned it before turning down the opposite hall that I would be walking. I watched her go for a moment, feeling uneasy but I couldn't tell if I was worried for her or for myself. At the end of the day, Jill was a trained specialist super cop.

I was literally some guy that got superpowers handed to him just in time to be tossed in the deep end.

"Least I still have you, buddy," I told Dakka, patting her chassis before walking down the dark halls. It was a little shameful to admit, but I felt safer with others around. People who I knew would survive the apocalypse. Not so much because I felt like they had some kind of plot armor but more because they were highly trained badasses that knew what they were doing, instead of faking it until they made it like me.

All the same, things were pretty different from what they were. Before, the thought of being in dark halls filled with undead scared me enough that I put it off until the very last second. Now I stalked through the halls, killing undead like it was nothing. The fear was still there. It just wasn't enough to stop me anymore.

Which is why I found my way to the security office without much issue. I already had the map memorized just by seeing it once, with the only issue being I had to find the corpse of a security guard to snag their access token. Inside of the office was a pretty sweet set up -- one wall was covered in various monitors that swapped every few seconds. There was a locker room and weapons locker, but all the contents were currently missing.

None of that really mattered at the moment. "Alice… now, where are you?" I muttered, looking at the screens. There were a lot of troubling things to see -- hallways filled with undead, labs that had been purged… and Jill, who was making her way towards the lab. Everything at her destination seemed to be stable.

Even if the test tubes filled with genetic monstrosities were a little alarming, they seemed to be in suspended animation.

I had eyes on pretty much everything within the Hive. As well as the entrances or exits.

Which is why I was starting to sweat a little as I rapidly scrolled through the camera feeds. "Alice. Where are you?" I repeated myself, a growing sense of urgency in my voice. Camera feeds flickered by, showing testing labs and whatever, just not the one that I wanted to see. "You should be here. I literally have no fucking clue where else you could be if you aren't here…"

There was a knot of tension forming between my shoulder blades, coming with that dawning sense of horror that something really bad just happened, was going to happen, or was currently happening.

I went through the security feeds once. Twice. Then a third time just to be sure, but the results didn't change.

Alice was nowhere to be found.

"Okay… did… hold up," I muttered to myself, pinching my chin as I forced myself to think. I had already thrown canon off course -- Jill had found me instead of getting jumped by Nemesis. Jill then called Chris to bring him over. That was something I could track through cause and effect.

Alice not being here just straight up didn't make sense. My knee-jerk reaction was to say it was because of me -- I had gone around screaming about the T-Virus until I was blue in the face. So, maybe they moved her because of that for some reason. But… that didn't make sense. Why move Alice when you could just send a black ops team to black bag me in the middle of the night? Not only was it smarter -- and I would never be caught accusing Umbrella of doing the smart thing -- but it was easier.

"Did the movie get creative there too?" I muttered, the tension growing worse as another possibility started to whisper in the back of my mind. A possibility that I never seriously considered but one I couldn't so easily dismiss. It was entirely possible that Umbrella was keeping Alice somewhere else in Raccoon City, but that felt like a long shot considering that they already had two massive underground bases for the sole purpose of experimentation. They might have had a third, but… I doubted it. The last possibility was…

"But that's crazy," I blurted to myself, finding that I was pacing the length of the room. "There's no way. The entire franchise was about Alice. She was the main character." The Resident Evil movies followed Alice and her journey. First in the mansion. Then in Racoon City. Then in the rest of the post-apocalyptic hellhole of a world. I… how would…

Slowly, my hand went down to my waist to pull up the radio. Looking at the screen, I found Jill making her way through a hallway. Swallowing a lump in my throat, I pressed the button. "Jill. Does the name Alice Abernathy mean anything to you?"

I watched as Jill glanced down at her radio, frowning for a moment, before answering. "No. Why?"

It felt like the rug had just been pulled out from underneath me while I got sucker punched. The breath that I had been holding was forced from my lungs as every thought came to a screeching halt.

Those fuckers. How the fuck are you going to put an OC at the helm of an already established franchise? Was this the reason why the Resident Evil movies weren't considered to be part of the 'not bad' video game adaptations? Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

"Rude?" Jill prompted and I realized I had been stun locked from the revelation.

"It's not important," I replied, my tone stiff. I didn't even know what to say. This was insane. I felt like I was going crazy or something.

I always thought it was a little weird that Alice never came up in the third game, but the game felt like it was Jill's story, so it didn't feel that weird. And the movies… I knew Leon Kennedy was a major character in the franchise, but he never showed up in the movies. Some part of me wanted to cling to the idea that Alice was real and I was getting something twisted or was missing context but…

I just couldn't buy that, because Jill didn't know Alice. Jill, who was at the mansion where all of this mess kicked off. And given that I could confirm that Jill was real, her credibility was infinitely higher than Alice's. Which made me swallow down a very bitter truth.

I couldn't trust my metaknowledge at all. If the movies straight up made up their own main character, then I couldn't trust anything that came from the movies. Full stop. The only thing I could trust, so far, was my knowledge of the third game and the wiki crawls I did when something confused me. And even that was a hard maybe because I had already missed that there were two fuck off massive secret bases in this city.

Which left me with… what, exactly?

I crouched down, feeling sick to my stomach. "Is the world actually even going to end?" I muttered, taking off my glasses so I could drag a hand down my face. I didn't know. I figured the movies would at least loosely follow the plot of the games, but if they were homebrewing their own cast… shit. It wouldn't be the first time they took the name of a series to act as window dressing to tap into a fan base. Hollywood did the same thing with World War Z. "Hollywood, do you really have to suck this much?"

If I had known, then… I would have done so many things differently…

"Rude? What's going on?" Jill questioned and I stole a glance at the video screen to find her standing on a hallway, her expression concerned.

I closed my eyes for a second, taking a breath, and finding my center. Now wasn't the time to break down. Even if I was wrong about everything, it didn't change anything. I always had to assume the worst case scenario. So, I forced myself to calm down and stand up, "I'm at the security office," I said, throwing away any plan that had involved Alice. "I'm printing out an access token now. Couldn't find an IT guy, though."

Jill glanced up at a security camera, and I saw the concern linger for a moment before she wiped it away. "I haven't found one either," she replied, speaking into the radio.

As I spoke, I went about creating the access token. I was sidestepping the process a bit, but with the token, anyone could operate the lift. It also meant that we needed to secure the hospital to fully make use of it, but that was doable. We had the forces for it back at our main base. The entire thing was quick to print off, and with my already existing access token, I approved the process.

"I'm heading down to you," I told Jill, my gaze flickering to the feed of the room that she was heading to. A lot of my plans had involved Alice. More than I cared for, in hindsight. I should have been better prepared for her not being here, even if I hadn't known she was basically just an… OC of some Hollywood jackass. So I was left scrambling, but if I could do anything it was think on my feet. And there was still an opportunity here. "Just don't touch anything if you get there before me. That lab is going to have countermeasures out the wazoo."

Jill pointedly rolled her eyes at the camera before saying, "Understood. I'll resist the temptation."

That got a weak chuckle out of me before I snagged the freshly printed off token. With my head back in the game, I left the security office and headed down to the lab. My mind mulling over the new circumstances every step of the way. With Alice being a non factor, other characters became uncertain.

The most important of them all being Albert Wesker. I would need to confirm his existence too since his whole deal was pretty heavily tied up with Alice. I made a note to do exactly that when I returned to the server room.

Thanks to the cameras, I knew exactly which hallways to travel down -- the ones that were filled with the undead. My shotgun bucked against my shoulder as I made my way down, putting the shambling corpses down as I went. The more work I did now, the less I would have to do later.

"The plan just changed a bit, is all," I told myself, making another shot and reducing a corpse's head to bone shards and red mist. I had hoped that I could just point Alice in the direction of the bad guys so she could do her thing. But since she wasn't real -- and goddamn if I wasn't stuck on that -- then someone else had to fill that same role. I wanted it to be Chris on account of the boulder punching, but realistically, there was only one person who had the same qualifications as Alice.

Me.

The last of the undead was finally cleared out and I stepped over their corpses before the sliding doors parted for me, allowing me inside the lab. It was bigger than it seemed on camera. A sterile room with the walls lined with test tubes -- six on each side with each tube being around ten feet tall. The bluish fluid inside was opaque, but not enough to obscure what was inside of them.

On the right were some familiar faces. Mr. X. They were lacking the iconic trench coat and fedora, but there was no mistaking what they were. Massive, built like a brick wall, but currently asleep in goop.

On the left were things that I recognized but hadn't seen in person yet. They were shaped like bipedal lizards -- six feet tall or so, covered in scales with almost chitinous armored plates that covered their vitals. Their hands were massive claws and their feet had talon-like hooks. I really didn't fancy a tangle with either monster and I was rather glad to see that they were dead asleep.

Looking up, I saw Jill, "Heard you coming. Any luck with IT?"

"Nope," I answered with a sigh, walking forward across the lab to the elevator that would take me above the base lab. "My bet is he called out sick or something."

"Where does that leave us?" Jill questioned as I headed up, watching me carefully. I was trying to act normally, but she must have sensed something was off. I was really hoping that blind trust stopped her from asking any questions because I wasn't sure if I had any answers.

I just couldn't get over it. The star of Resident Evil, something like ten movies over the course of twenty years, was an OC. That was wild. What had the director been thinking? From what I've seen of Jill so far, it was like he made an OC of Jill that he gave her best moments to, then included Jill herself to make her look bad. It stood out to me before, but more so now, but the director did some full on character assassination for what seemed to be no reason. The second movie was particularly bad when it came to shining a spotlight on-

… wait.

Weren't the director and the actress for Alice married?

Did that asshole mislead me, inadvertently making me risk the goddamn planet, just because he wanted to show off his hot wife!?

"You okay? You seemed pissed about something," Jill observed as I approached the terminal that monitored the test tubes. Sliding the access token across the reader, I was greeted with an interface.

"If I killed someone, would you arrest me?" I asked her, still silently fuming as I navigated the screens.

"When you say it like that, it sounds like premeditated murder," Jill noted. "Do they have it coming?"

"Oh, absolutely," I muttered darkly under my breath as I pulled up the screen that I wanted to see. A little window box that had two choices.

[Emergency Experiment Termination]
[Confirm] [Cancel]

Before Jill could answer, I pressed confirm. Instantly, the lab became filled with a humming sound, the purge initiated as-

[You have leveled up!]

[You have leveled up!]

[You have leveled up!]


From level 6 level 9 and a half. I had those Mr. X copies to thank for that. If I wasn't still pissed, I'd be smiling right now because any DM would be crying tears of blood at this little bit of metagaming. XP based leveling had its weaknesses -- such as a major boss not giving enough XP to level up so you have to kill like three goblins on the way out of whatever cave or dungeon to actually hit level whatever. But it also had its strengths, such as killing incapacitated enemies delivering the same amount of XP as if I had actually fought them.

Level 7 was interesting. Flash of Genius enabled me to aid my allies -- whenever they were in a pinch, I could come up with a plan. Gameplay wise, it was me adding my intelligence modifier to their roll. Not sure how that would work in practice, but it was nice to have.

Level 8 was more important as it allowed me to take my second feat. Originally, the plan had been Metamagic. Taking Twinned and Subtle Spell would be massively useful, even if they were essentially one use per day. Whenever I needed to cast stealthily or hit two targets at once? Even if it was only once, it would be useful.

But, the plan had changed. I couldn't just throw Alice at Umbrella and let her kill it like she did in the movies. I had taken some steps to help her out, but in the end, I would have to fill her shoes instead.

So, what I chose was Prodigy. It granted me expertise in one of the skills I was proficient in, a new language, and proficiency in a tool. The skill I took expertise in was Arcane, further granting me mastery over magic, which would then help me create magic items. Since I already had Spanish and French as known languages, I settled on German as the next language to learn. As for the tool I gained proficiency with, that went to Jewelry Tools as it was going to come in handy in the future.

Level 9 upped my damage for Dakka, granting me another 1d8 to the damage to her cannon, bringing it up to 3d8. And the option to blow her up if the situation ever arose, but I don't think I would have it in me to do that. Especially not after implementing the upgrades I was planning for her.

Lastly, I gained a single new spell slot. A little disappointing there but it was an important spell slot -- my first level 3 spell slot, and I picked Revivify. Which allowed me to revive someone who had died within a minute of their deaths.

My selection made, time resumed once more and I felt… Stronger. I didn't notice it overly much level to level, but getting three at the same time made it very apparent. Turning around, I saw Jill giving me a dull look, her lips thinning before relaxing ever so slightly when I offered a more confident grin.

"Can't say I won't arrest you, but I probably won't testify against you in court," Jill replied with a small shake of her head. "Do I even want to know what this Alice woman did?"

"No. No, you really don't," I said before walking by her, thumping her on the shoulder as she passed. "Now, let's go build a railgun so we can kill those things in the other Hive." Might even be enough to push me up to level 10 between the two of them.

Jill simply chuckled as she followed me, "Sounds like a plan to me."

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River Below
Chris had to admit that things… weren't going that great. It wasn't really a surprise. Things not going great is probably the best way to understate that the world was staring down the barrel of a gun, one in the hands of idiots with itchy trigger fingers.

That being said, things could always be worse. "I think I'm a glass half full kind of guy," Chris remarked to Brad, who gave him an absolutely bewildered look as the double door that they were both leaned against began to heave as the undead broke their hands on it. Chris' belt was woven between the doorknobs, limiting how much the dead could push through.

"Great! I'm glad you found your optimism, Chris. How about you put it to good use and find a way for us to get the fuck out of here?!" Brad snapped, his face flushed and sweating heavily. He'd really let himself go since STARs was dismantled. It was a shame, and this wasn't the first time Chris thought that. All of them had their ways to cope in the aftermath of the Mansion, but unfortunately for everyone, Brad's chosen method involved a lot of heavy drinking and pizza.

But, even out of shape and drunk, Brad was still more reliable than most of the men and women Chris had served with.

The doors bucked hard, the growls and groans of the dead echoing out as his leather belt strained to keep the doors closed. A warning that time was short, so he set himself to doing exactly what Brad had suggested -- find a way out.

They were on the first story of a bodega, and thankfully there were shutters covering the windows. Downside to that was it meant that he couldn't get a decent look outside. But, based on the sounds that echoed throughout the bodega, Chris could guess that the back door was just as crowded as the front.

Which only left one option, really.

"We go up to the roof. The stairs will block their numbers, and if we secure the door, they won't get through." Chris reasoned, spying the staircase that would take them to the upper floors.

"So, we get to be stranded on the roof?" Brad asked, exasperated and desperate.

"No, we jump to the next building over. I think it's a hardware store," Chris said, the door bucking again, and this time he saw a fatal tear in his leather belt. Claire had really cheaped out on his birthday gift, huh? Authentic leather his ass. "We drop in, grab a ladder, then use it to skip over the alleys. Sound good?"

"No, but it sounds better than getting eaten," Brad said as they shared a look. "On three?"

"On three," Chris agreed, taking a bracing breah. "One. Two… Three!" He exclaimed, both of them jumping off of the door and breaking into a dead sprint to the staircase that would take them to the top floor. Without them taking some of the stress off of the belt, it held for all of two seconds before there was a loud popping sound as the faux-leather gave out. The doors swung open, welcoming a veritable sea of corpses into the building, but they were quick to run up the stairs.

They had already cleared out the building, thankfully, so they didn't have to worry about any surprises on the way up. They did have a nasty surprise waiting for them on the roof, though -- the metal door slamming shut behind them. While Brad barricaded the door, Chris went to the ledge to see a rather unwelcome sight.

The streets were completely filled with undead. Hundreds of them. Thousands, even. They were packed tightly against one another as they mindlessly charged forward, following the others that had mindlessly followed some zombie that was battering at the door, which had only started battering on it because a zombie accidently bumped into it. It looked like something ripped out of his worst nightmares.

"You know… technically speaking… this just means that everything is going according to plan," Chris remarked, the faintest of tremors in his voice.

"Who in their right fucking mind planned to put themselves in the middle of this mess?" Brad demanded, the door starting to shake as the dead arrived. But, the door remained firm.

"Same guy who was tossing out posters and business cards," Chris replied, reaching into his tac-vest to take out a notebook detailing the plan in question. And a lot more. There was a smile on his lips when he heard Brad cursing up a storm. Rude's reputation preceded him. The guy was as crazy as he was ballsy. More than that, he knew exactly what he was doing.

It was almost alarming at how thorough Rude's plans were. Calling them Plan A, B, and C and so on was misleading, because it implied that he only had twenty six plans when he actually had dozens and dozens more for, in his own words, 'When everything goes to shit and the first plan goes out the window.' So far, it looked like they were on… Plan D, subset twenty-five, variation… three. All of it contained in a little notebook filled with neat handwriting and some notes-to-self written in the fringes.

All things considered, Chris already figured that Rude was pretty smart. He had that brainy academic feel to him, just more down to earth. But contained in the little black book was undeniable proof that Rude was the kind of brilliant that Chris couldn't comprehend -- the kind of smart that was beyond the run-of-the-mill astrophysicists or biochemical engineers and into the realm of the likes of Leonardo Da Vincie.

"Quit your complaining. I was right about the hardware store," Chris said, spying it across the alley. As well as the skylight on the roof that had been mentioned in the notebook. Provided that the door really did hold, he could easily make that jump, drop down, and grab the ladder before they continued carrying out the rest of the plan. "We're about halfway through the job. You going to quit on me now?"

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this, Chris," Brad sighed, approaching the ledge and giving the sea of undead a despairing look. "I get we can't just duck our heads into a shelter, but why do we have to be surrounded by these ankle biters?"

Because that big guy was on the hunt for them, and if they couldn't aid in the evacuations, then the least that they could do was make it easier on the people doing the evacuations. Rude had marked a number of locations throughout the city that were the ideal places to gather the undead, pulling them from the populated blocks and burrows, then once everyone was in the clear, efforts to contain could be put in place. Preferably with excessive amounts of explosives, in Rude's own words.

Chris was forced to improvise as a lot of the plans needed Rude's nanomachines or someone named Alice.

Thankfully, improvising under pressure was what he did best.

The current goal called for some basic prep work, making use of narrow alleys and high fences. Should everything work out as they wanted, by the time the evacuations in the area were done, they could put up emergency barricades and shoot the dead like fish in a barrel. From there, the whole process would repeat over and over and over again until the only undead left in the city were the ones trapped in apartments or closets from where people tried to hide before turning.

It wasn't going to be a simple and clean process. Even if everything worked like a charm, and the plan went off without a hitch -- it'd be years before Raccoon City was cleared for human habitation again. If it ever was.

Still better than getting nuked, though.

"You know why," Chris said, patting Brad on the back as they both stepped away from the ledge. "Think you can make the jump?"

"Chris, I put on some weight. I'm not an invalid," Brad groused, giving him some stink eye before he broke into a sprint and jumped across the alley. To his credit, he made the jump with room to spare. Not as much as Chris had when he made the jump, but enough that it was clear Chris shouldn't have worried. Together, they approached the skylight to find that the hardware store was overrun with corpses. "Ask the magic eight ball what to do now."

"This thing is a lot more accurate than a magic eight ball," Chris said idly, flipping to another page. "I can't believe that he wrote like thirty of these things." One for each respective box that was filled with gear useful for each stage of the grand plan that Rude had cooked up to deal with the zombie apocalypse. The sheer attention to detail beggared belief. Enough so when Chris saw the plan, complete with notes of what should be readily available near the skylight, he didn't need to think twice about trusting it with his life.

Taking out the metal coat hanger, he bent it into shape and slipped it underneath the skylight seam and started fishing for the lever that'd let them inside. Took him a solid minute, but he managed to get it open. There was a shelf that he could drop down onto, which he could then crawl on top of to grab the ladder on the far wall.

Just as he was prepared to drop down, the sound of gunfire rang out. Hardly unusual at this point, but what was unusual was that the gunfire sounded close. Very close. Muffled ever so slightly by them being indoors, but still audible. Experience let Chris clock it to a gun fired within the block. Unfortunately, the undead did as well as some shifted to the more interesting sound, then others went with them because they saw movement.

Brad was quick to grab the radio, "Raymond -- I'm hearing gunshots balls deep in a red zone. Is that one of your guys?"

There was a brief pause, "Doesn't seem to be us. I told everyone to give you two a wide berth, but I can't promise that everyone got the memo. Communication has been a mess and Irons hasn't been much help." Raymond answered, his tone curt. Chris glanced up at Brad, whose lips thinned.

"Alright. We'll check it out and pull whoevers asses out the fire and toss 'em back into the frying pan. If they're one of yours, we'll let you know." Brad decided, giving Chris a small nod that encouraged him to drop down and grab the ladder. Whoever was shooting in these circumstances had to be in pretty desperate straits, and with a wave of undead coming their way, their odds just took a nosedive. Pushing off the merchandise on the top shelf, he crawled along it to grab a thirty foot ladder before he began to shuffle back.

Once he was at the skylight, Brad helped him back up. "I think I know where we're going. Jack's Bar," Brad informed.

That… "Yeah, that could track," Chris admitted. Jack's Bar was a cop bar. The chosen destination for many celebrations over putting a bad guy behind bars or someone's retirement from the force. Other times it was where a cop could drown their sorrows after a bad day in company that understood. So, it'd make sense that some cops got trapped there when all of this shit started kicking off.

"If anyone should survive this mess, it's gotta be Cindy. That woman is a saint," Brad said, grabbing the ladder, tossing it over the ledge where the top half hit the other side of the alley.

"She has to be to put up with your flirting," Chris teased, giving Brad something else to think about other than the alley filled with zombies directly below him. "Or put up with a bunch of drunk cops spilling their guts out." Cindy was a waitress at the bar -- pretty, friendly, and a genuinely kind hearted person as far as Chris knew. So to the cops that frequented Jack's Bar, she was like an angel from Heaven.

"You don't get it since you're married to your job," Brad replied, flipping him the bird as he made his way across. The words were harsh, but his tone was thankful. "She used to ask about you, you know. Back before she figured out you were a meathead."

Chris quickly made his way across the ladder, stealing a glance down below to see the undead were hissing and groaning as they looked up at him. Waiting for him to fall. "Me and romance don't mix," Chris admitted, crossing the alley and grabbing the ladder. "A good relationship requires compromise. Meeting in the middle. And I… If you gave me a choice between the suburbs and this right here?"

He set the ladder up, ready to cross another alley, "I'm going to pick this every single time."

It wasn't the adrenaline. It wasn't even the sense of control that he felt when he was one wrong move from death. It was… when the stakes couldn't be higher, that's when Chris felt like he was right at home. Exactly where he should be.

"Like I said, married to the job," Brad replied, unsurprised.

"Yeah, yeah," Chris said as they made their way across. The idle chatter fell away when they heard more gunshots, urging them both to pick up the pace. Before long, Jack's Bar was visible in the distance and even if they already hadn't known the way, they could have just followed the river of zombies that were battering at the front door. The bottom floor, the actual bar, was already flooded with the glass windows giving out.

Whoever was inside seemed to be on the second floor based on the sound of yet another gunshot. Unfurling the ladder as far as it could go, they braced it against the ledge and pushed it up so that it reached the roof of the building. The gunshots became more frequent, telling Chris that whatever barricade that they had was breaking down. Once they were up the ladder, Brad wrenched the door open and nearly ran head first into someone that was diving for the door.

Tall, dark brown hair cut in a medium length with a scruffy looking beard. "Brad?!"

"Kevin?" Brad blurted right back, greeting Kevin Ryman. A long serving officer that Chris knew had tried a few times to join STARs back before the team was dissolved, but he failed to make the cut because of 'personality conflicts.' By that, Chris meant Albert Wesker was an asshole even before he betrayed them.

"Nice ta' see ya, but we got trouble coming our way," Kevin greeted them both as Chris stepped forward, his assault rifle up. True to form, downstairs was a mess with three others making their way to the staircase. Chris descended, firing off shots that cleared a path from the dead.

"Brad, get them down the ladder. I'll buy time," Chris ordered, his gaze flickering to the survivors. Brad would be relieved to see that Cindy was alive, if a bit scared out of her mind. However, Chris's attention zeroed in on the two men with her -- both older, and given the carry the dark skinned man was using to transport the other, he was ex military. Probably served in the Vietnam or Korean War at the oldest.

The fact that he had to carry the other guy at all told Chris that he might be infected, but he trusted Brad and Kevin to take care of that. He just had to focus on the problem before him, and that was the undead that were crawling up the staircase en masse.

Staircases were great for corralling their numbers, but it was hell on the nerves. The dead didn't have fear or thoughts of self preservation. They just mindlessly pressed forward, driven on some base instinct to feed and spread the virus. So, it didn't matter how many of them he dropped with near perfect aim, firing in short bursts. For every zombie that he killed, three more were shoving their way forward to take its place.

Keeping calm was the trick while performing a controlled retreat. The dead were stupid and mindless. The only reason they could overrun armed checkpoints is that people lost their nerve. They saw a seemingly never-ending tide of undead relentlessly pressing down on their position, and instead of buckling down or making a controlled retreat, they got scared and ignored any training, orders, or plans in favor of self-preservation instincts, which usually got them and everyone around them killed.

Chris slowly made his way up the steps that led to the roof, carefully shooting the leading zombies to slow the horde,the undead spilling out of the confines of the staircase, spreading out a bit before following him up. The bodies he dropped were simply pushed up or trampled underfoot and entirely too quickly, Chris found himself back on the roof. "How are we doing?"

"Need thirty more seconds, Chris!" Brad exclaimed behind him. The wounded guy probably gave them some trouble.

With nothing left to do, Chris planted himself at the center of the roof and started firing into the doorway, killing everything that poked its head out. He was doing a pretty good job of it until he had to reload, and that three second delay proved to be disastrous. They just poured through the doorway, and the bottleneck started to spill over. He retreated again slowly, step by step, until-

"We're clear!" Brad shouted up, and Chris wasted no time pivoting and running out of the lunging grasp of a corpse. With two long strides, he hooked a hand over the top rung of the ladder to bring it down with him. It was anything but a controlled landing, but he was able to roll out the worst of the fall. By the time he was back on his feet, now on the same rooftop as the others, the dead were throwing themselves off the ledge and falling into the alley.

Only then did Chris let out a breath, releasing all the tension in his body. "Who left the door open?" He sighed, taking stock of their situation. Four of them were able bodied, Cindy was a civilian, and they had one wounded. They had the ladder, so they had range of movement down the block via the rooftops, and they could make their way down to street level with the fire escapes if they had to.

"That old thing has been busted for ages. If we closed it behind ya', it wasn't liable to open back up," Kevin said, his stress revealing itself as the southern drawl that he usually kept tucked away.

Chris nodded, accepting the reason. Better getting chased than locked in. Brad spoke up after that, "What were you all still doing here? This whole area got marked as a dumping zone for the dead."

Cindy answered by reaching into her purse and taking out a familiar brochure. Rude really went all out to make it the most overt and eye-catching thing he could think of -- with a decaying zombie lunging towards the reader, giant bold letters marked in blood spelling out 'Read this if you don't want to die in horrific agony when the dead start to rise.' It was impossible to miss. "Someone delivered these a few days ago-"

Kevin snorted, "More like he was throwing them in people's faces."

That got a weak smile out of Cindy, "Kind of. We kept a few, and because of it, last night, when the dead started attacking the bar…" Her lips thinned, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear. "We did what the brochure said to do -- we stayed quiet. It worked for a while, and it would have kept working but… there was an argument. A fight broke out on what to do from some of the other patrons- they didn't want to keep waiting, and they were worried about their families."

The wounded man, who was propped up on the ledge sighed bitterly, "Those fools didn't have the decency to die alone. Came running back to us and brought the dead with them."

Those brochures really had paid off, Chris decided. Even if it was just a handful of people, it was undeniable proof that Rude had done more than just be a public menace. "Right. It's a shame we couldn't get here earlier, but we're here now. My name is Chris Redfield, Pointman for STAR's Alpha Team. Back before the whole team got disbanded."

"Mark Wilks," Mark introduced himself. Now that Chris got a better look at him, he saw he was wearing a security jacket. He matched the guy on the ground, a hand on his side.

"Robert, but everyone calls me Bob," Bob sighed. "You mentioned red zones. So, there's gotta be green zones too, right?"

"Two, so far. Central Station, and the Police HQ," Chris answered readily, dropping to a knee before the man. "The same guy that was throwing those brochures has a vaccine for that bite. If we get you there in time, you'll make it."

Bob nodded more to himself than to Chris, "Central Station or the Police HQ, huh?" He muttered before he sighed, "Nah. That's too much of a trip for me."

Mark stepped forward, "Bob-"

"Son, I almost got you killed because I had to get carried down that ladder." Bob said, not looking at Mark. Chris got the impression that they were more than just coworkers. They were friends. "Now, how long do you think it's going to take to get me up and down that ladder on a trip halfway across the city?"

Nothing he was saying was wrong. "If I let people die just because they were a little inconvenient, then Raccoon City would have a lot fewer people in it."

"I'm a fucking liability," Bob refuted and Chris recognized the tone. He heard it plenty back when he was with the military. "And I don't plan on getting decent folk killed on the maybe that I can survive. So, you're going to take that ladder and the lot of you are going to fuck off to whatever green zone is closest, you hear? You'll leave me right here," Bob said, taking out a revolver.

Cindy buried her face in her hands, looking away. Mark looked down at his friend helplessly. Helpless because everyone on the rooftop knew that they couldn't change his mind. Bob had made his peace with death, and that kind of resolve wasn't so easily shaken, even by hope of survival.

Maybe it wasn't entirely true that Chris wasn't a little jealous of Rude -- it felt like he'd have an answer to this. Something that could convince Bob that he didn't have to die here.

"You sure?" Chris said instead, meeting Bob's heavy gaze.

"I'm sure. I'm an old man as it is. I've lived my life," Bob said. "Now, go make sure the lot of you go get to live yours."

Clenching his jaw, Chris offered a small curt nod before standing up. Kevin and Brad exchanged a sad look, but they didn't protest. Brad just guided Cindy away while they got the ladder set up to move on. Meanwhile, Mike spoke quietly with Bob for a long few minutes.

He was carrying a new burden when he followed them up the ladder. Chris saw it in his eyes, but he carried it well. Just in silence.

It was three buildings down before they heard the gunshot.

After it, and once they were clear of the swarming corpses, Chris let Raymond know over the radio that they had found survivors. He gave them a direction to go in with instruction that they could link up to another team to send the civilians with them. At that point, Chris and Brad could continue the job they undertook -- preparing the redzone to be secured.

The whole trip took longer than any of them wanted to admit, hours going by as they constantly repositioned the ladder and made their way across. No one wanted to say it out loud, but there was a sense of… grim appreciation. Knowing that odds were that Bob had been right on the mark.

It was some hours later, the sun telling them that it was well into the late afternoon, before they reached a rendezvous point -- a train stop. As part of the general measures to safeguard Central Station, a wire gate had been set up around the station. They didn't have the manpower yet to guard all of them, so it was a stop gap to make sure a flood of the dead didn't make their way into the train tunnels. Lifting the grate up for the others to crawl under, Chris was the last one down.

And what he descended into wasn't a welcome sight.

"You are the survivors that Raymond warned us were coming?" An older man asked -- grayish white hair, clean shaven, decked out with military hardware. That wasn't really the issue. It was a welcome sight, honestly. What was far less welcomed was that it was coupled with a logo.

Umbrella.

"That's us," Chris responded, his tone terse while he checked out the station itself. He saw five other members of Umbrella that were setting up a forward operating base in a train car. There were a handful of civilians in quarantine overseen by an armed guard. "Looks like we'll be in your hands…"

"Nicholai Ginovaef," Nicholai said, offering a hand and a tight lipped smile. "Squad leader of Theta team. We're UBCS, Umbrella sent us to get the civilians out of the way so we can start fighting back against this disease."

Chris shook his hand, matching his thin smile with one of his own. "Then it sounds like we're in good company."

This got way more complicated than it needed to be… because that was a name he recognized in the little black book. One that was underlined twice with very specific instructions.

'Kill Nicholai on sight.'

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Railguns were pretty simple, truth be told. They worked via a pretty basic principle applied to a logical extreme -- guided magnetic propulsion. You built up an electric charge with a ferrous metal, usually a chunk of iron, stick it between some 'rails', which acted as the barrel of the gun, then you let the sucker fly at whatever had the misfortune of being in its path. As a weapon, it had a lot of potential. The strength of the shot was entirely determined by the charge that went into it as well as the structural integrity of the weapon.

Which was why, despite having oodles of potential, railguns weren't widespread. It was a two-part issue -- firstly, as the technology currently stood, the power generation for the railgun was completely impractical. To get a single decent shot, you'd need to be lugging around an industrial generator. Too large, too loud, and not as convenient to use as any run-of-the-mill rifle.

Secondly was durability. A lot of electricity went through the guiding barrels of a railgun. Regular old iron didn't have the durability to withstand the necessary power needed to make a metal slug fly. Steel was better, but still not enough. But, then there were factors like conductivity to consider as well as structural integrity. Best case scenario, for the modern day railgun, you got one shot at full throttle. Maybe two if you were feeling lucky.

Why was any of this important?

It wasn't because I was a filthy dirty cheater who had magical technology to cut corners.

"This thing is badass," I said, pouring over the designs as I stood in the final boss room of Jill's game. The railgun was before me, a long rifle that was taller than I was, which was connected to a dozen power cells that were in turn plugged into the wall. Each power cell was twice the size of a barrel drum, capable of powering a skyscraper twice over.

"I'm not arguing that, but I don't see how you're going to lug that thing all the way to the other Hive," Jill moved, standing guard as she left me to my work.

"I could probably shoot them both from here with this thing," I noted as I looked over a terminal that contained the schematics. It was an impressive piece of technology. Utterly impractical at the moment, despite vague promises to the military to put the tech into a vehicle. A nice middle ground until they figured out how to make the power cells smaller, even if they had mostly figured out how to make the railgun survive more than a few shots.

"... you aren't going to, though, right?" Jill asked, trying not to sound worried. I just smiled at her, and she wasn't at all reassured. "Rude. Don't blind fire with this thing -- you could hit something important. Like the self destruct button," she warned, her tone vaguely threatening.

"Yeah, yeah. No worries. I won't have to because I'm going to make this mobile," I said, gleaming what I needed from the schematics. Unsurprisingly, Umbrella had cut corners. They created a conductive thermal paste on the inside of the barrel and placed thermal vents, but the thing still overheated after every shot. Even if it spared the barrel from the worst of the heat damage.

"You said that. How exactly?" Jill asked, her shotgun resting comfortably against her shoulder at her post.

"I'm going to take a page out of Umbrella's book and steal their intellectual property," I answered, looking over the power cells now. "Whoever they stole this from was smart. Smart enough that they had to have stolen it." Within each power cell was a miniature version of that doohickey that we saw on the elevator ride down. The power source for the Hives.

The internals were complicated, but their point of inspiration was clear -- the flagellar motor. A biological motor that was probably the most efficient mechanism the human race had found, just on the microscopic level. Less practical on a larger scale due to environmental factors, which was something the power cell got around with a cooling system and a suspension fluid within the cells.

Jill snorted a laugh at that while I went to work.

"Sorry Dakka, but I'll put you back together better than ever." I told the old girl, patting her dented chassis before I started taking her apart. She was largely operated by magic, so that was fast and easy. Putting her back together was where things got complicated.

It would have been a colossal and time consuming pain in the butt if I had to redesign her from scratch. The whole 'take one month to create a magical item' rule wasn't just game balance for DnD. Magic was a finicky beast, and layering it as a stable enchantment took time and was a delicate process. Which was why the railgun would be two parts mechanical engineering and one part magic to make the whole thing more efficient.

To that end, the schematics shaved off what probably would have been months of tinkering. Leaving me to simply downsize everything into a mobile package, using magic to cut corners along the way.

First things first was giving Dakka an independent power source other than my magic. In theory, it would vastly increase her operation time beyond the hour she had now. I had to guesstimate a little bit as I recreated the power source that ran these super secret labs -- the motor was impressive looking, but ultimately it was just two wheels spinning, one clockwise and the other counterclockwise.

That power would connect to the six power cells that I had implemented, placed along her chassis. In tandem, the power sources would work together to provide the energy necessary for the railgun. For the railgun itself, I mostly dismantled the one that Umbrella had already built. Each power cell was a shot of the fully powered railgun, and instead of twice the size of a barrel drum, I condensed the cells down to about the size of a mini-soda can.

When it was time to fire full throttle, the cells would plunge into the chassis to secure the deeper connection. Bingo presto -- the railgun would get its surge of power. Downside was that I would have to wait about thirty seconds for the cells to cool off enough to do another big shot, but it was just my first design. I could buff out the inefficiencies after we saved the world.

But that was just the big shots. With regular shots, with the excess power, I could fire Dakka every two seconds now rather than once every six. Her flamethrower, sadly, remained the same since Dakka converted magic onto fire and I didn't have a recipe for super napalm I could slip into her design. Yet. Though, I did make room for increasing the efficiency of her healing radius later. Green, red, and blue herbs were a thing so it was an avenue worth exploring when I got to take a closer look.

In all, Dakka got some pretty nice upgrades. Nice enough that I felt comfortable going up against those unholy abominations to science.

With a pat on her chassis, I woke up Dakka. "Wakey wakey. How do you feel? Good? I tossed in some redundant plating for your armor. Should help you take a hit if you need to -- might slow you down, but we can shed it if you need speed over protection." Dakka looked pretty different by the end of her upgrades.

She still had the spider legs, but jutting out of her chassis was the expandable railgun that was flanked on each side by three power cells. The armor made her a little bulkier and I estimated around a five percent reduction in speed, but it was worth the trade off. I had to protect the power cells first and foremost. Failing to do that could have… explosive results.

She went through a systems check and I glanced up at Jill, who was just staring at me from the door. I cocked an eyebrow, "What?"

"You're actually smart," Jill uttered, earning some stink eye from me.

"I feel like we've already had this conversation. And it's still hurtful the second time," I pointed out, standing up and stretching.

"No, Rude- you… you took apart a railgun, a bunch of power cells, and recreated that generator after seeing it for about three seconds." She said, gesturing around me. I had made something of a mess as I harvested the tech around me for parts to upgrade Dakka. It was something of a make do situation, so I mavericked my way to a functional prototype.

"They're not that complicated once you know the basics. Especially energy generation. When it comes down to it, most energy generation comes down to controlled explosions and boiling water," I said, wiping grease on my pants before pushing my overalls back up.

"No, Rude- thats…" Jill trailed off, looking at me with an almost concerned expression. "You might actually be the smartest person I've ever met."

"... that's a little sad, you know?" I replied, now looking at her with concern. If I was a real Lex Luthor super genius, I could do something like whip up a cure all to the T-Virus, alongside a distribution method, and kill the apocalypse in the cradle before anyone actually died. I even tried to go down the 'a bajillion contingency plans for every potential outcome' and what I ended up with was a bunch of trash that was barely worth the paper I wrote on it, much less the time I sunk in the dead of night trying to imagine scenarios that couldn't be defeated by someone moving a ladder out of place.

Instead, I was running around like a freshly decapitated chicken from one crisis to the next. None of which I had foreseen, and now, worse, I didn't have the hope that Alice would take care of my problems for me.

No matter how you cut it, I was kinda an idiot. Just a little bit. Like I was one-fifth stupid.

"... Okay, when this is done, we're going to have a conversation about what you consider smart," Jill decided, putting a pin in the topic. "For now, are we ready to take those things on?"

"About as ready as we can be," I said after a moment of thought. I would have preferred to have all my spell slots back before we went into what I imagined would be a dual boss fight. Then again, I'd also prefer to not have to fight those things at all. I had three spell slots counting my spell refueling ring, a suped up Dakka, and Jill with her protagonist energy. And, provided that Annette wasn't a mouth breathing lobotomite, she would follow through on the antiviral for the G-Virus.

"Sounds about right," Jill said, sounding like she was as aware of our odds as I was. But, there was nothing else to be done. As much as I would like to ignore the problem, we had to go back to the Hive and grab the server with all of the extremely incriminating information that happened to be stored on it. "Then let's get this over with already."

Yeah, that was probably the best mentality to have. We just had to do it.

On the bright side, on the way back to the other Hive, we got to check out Dakka's new and improved weapon.

So, that was nice.

"Get 'em!" I ordered Dakka as she gracefully crawled along the walls to get a clear line of sight, the railgun moving on the swivel I implemented to give her 360 degree attack range. The railgun fired every two seconds with a deadly hum and flash of light as it's projectiles were launched with pinpoint accuracy. Every shot struck a zombie in the head, popping them like a watermelon. It was actually a little gross, if I'm being completely honest. Just also undeniably effective as the sparse remaining zombies were swept up before either Jill or I had to do a thing.

So far, she was working like a charm. We just had to see if that held when we broke out the big guns.

The trip back to the other Hive was pretty smooth all things considered. A trip made all the more uneventful by Dakka clearing the few remaining obstacles from our path long before we discovered them. For the most part, I only noticed when I got a little influx of XP. However, the trip was a tense one as we prepared ourselves for stepping into the ring with two bioweapons. Two monsters that were designed to kill and only to kill.

Jill had a great game face. Better than mine as I found my foot bouncing as we rode the elevator back up to the first Hive. Nothing had changed in the odd sixish hours we were away, so that was a promising sign. As the elevator doors opened, we were greeted by Annette's voice through the intercom.

"I didn't expect for you to return," Annette admitted freely as we made our final preparations.

"Yeah, well… a promise is a promise. God damn it," I cursed, looking at the door that contained two boss fights. Like… this is how I knew I wasn't a super genius. A super genius wouldn't do something this dumb. "Is that antiviral done? We're going to need it, I'm betting."

"It's done. I… give me a moment," Annette said a few seconds before the drawbridge to the high tech lab began to extend. Jill and I shared a glance before Annette emerged from the lab, wearing what looked like a bandolier over her lab coat with a flair gun in hand. Her expression was uncertain as she waited for the bridge to connect before walking across from it, then speaking with confidence that her expression betrayed that she didn't feel. "I'll join you. This… all of this… I…"

Her lips thinned as she came to a stop, "I apologize for my suspicions." She said, swallowing whatever confession she had been about to make, and that was a giant red flag waving in my face. "I thought you were with Tricell, here for Umbrella's secrets for your own ends. When you went to the servers, that confirmed it for me, but… I doubt that's the case now." She said, her gaze flickering down to Dakka.

Jill's brow furrowed, "Tricell?"

"A 'secret' competitor of Umbrella's, and they have been for some time. There is significant overlap in our research, they frequently attempt to steal our discoveries. This would be a perfect opportunity for them to, and that's why I thought you were with them." Annette explained while I frowned -- I knew that Umbrella had a competitor, but I hadn't known the name.

"What's with the air quotes around secret?" I asked, making Annette scoff dismissively.

"They place their logo on every available surface short of tattooing it to their foreheads. Every time they've stolen research or committed an act of corporate espionage, they never left much doubt that it was them who did it." She explained and I sighed.

It seems it wasn't just Umbrella that had been hitting the stupid juice. But that was a problem for another day. Currently, our plate was already full with the two very massive problems we were about to throw hands with.

I turned to the door to find that the bridge was extending and I rolled my shoulders. I started to think of a game plan, but… damn. This was whole kinds of dumb. But, leaving the two super massive monsters alone felt like asking to get bitten in the ass by them later.

"On the lowest floor, there is a disposal area. It's where we put anything that we couldn't recycle due to contamination concerns -- they fill it with a powerful acid that we could use. Or, failing that, it won't need to be a fight in such close quarters." Annette volunteered and that sounded absolutely lovely.

"Alright. Let's get it done," I said, trading a nod with Jill before we let Dakka take point. A rough game plan was forming in the back of my mind, but I knew better than to try to detail the bullet points. We were walking into a true clusterfuck when it came right down to it. "I don't suppose you've been keeping an eye on our guests, have you?"

"No. When they realized they were trapped, the Tyrant began to disable cameras," Annette answered.

Well, I hadn't gotten my hopes up, but that was still disappointing to hear. "Figures," I complained under my breath as the doors opened at Dakka's approach. The lobby didn't seem to have changed too much in the past couple of hours, except the smell of dead bodies got a bit worse. I followed Dakka while Jill checked out the elevator shaft that the G-monster tore open when it dropped an elevator on us.

She shook her head, and that was a bit reassuring it wasn't laying an ambush. Just a bit, though, since it meant we had no idea where the two monsters were.

"Easiest way to do it is to make them come to us," Jill ventured.

Yeah… "We can grab the server on the way," I agreed as Dakka made her way to the staircase. The door opened with a downright painful squeal of the hinges, but it seemed nothing took notice of it. Stealing a glance over the railing, I didn't see anything and that was starting to bother me. Just a bit.

With Dakka leading the way, we slowly made our way down the stairs down towards the server room. Nothing seemed to have changed at first, until we opened the door to the floor to find the door to the server room was ripped off the hinges. Jill let out a hiss of breath, already knowing what we were going to see. It was still unpleasant, though.

"Well… shit," I cursed, looking into the server room to find that all of the servers were destroyed. Torn apart like they were made out of playdough and scattered about.

"This must be in its mission parameters -- Tyrants- they're not smart. Or aware. They have some rudimentary problem solving, but…" Annette started, a note of panic leaking into her voice. That didn't sound good. "If that's within its mission parameters, then… it's not going to stop until the Hives are destroyed. Anything incriminating would be a priority target."

I sucked in a slow breath, absorbing that bit of bad news without much fuss while Jill narrowed her eyes. "How do you know it was the Tyrant?"

"Because David isn't- he's-" Annette started and stopped, a note of emotion leaking into her voice.

"David?" I echoed, glancing at her. Wait, did she know patient zero? That was a pretty big thing to keep a secret.

However, before I could ask, there was a loud screech of metal followed by a thump that turned my blood to ice. My heart lunched in my chest as all of us immediately looked to where the elevator was down the hall, finding that the busted elevator had been flattened by something dropping down on it.

With that something stepping out of the elevator shaft.

It was Mr. X -- though, he looked a bit worse for wear. His hat and trenchcoat were gone, he was missing an arm and a good chunk of his face. Any good cheer from the fact that the two monsters evidently didn't play nice with each other was short lived as jutting from the stump of the ripped off arm at the shoulder was a large eye, with six whip-like tentacles tipped with what looked like jagged white bone framed around it. Instantly, I understood what had happened -- the G-Virus had infected Mr. X.

"Run," I started, taking a step back. "Run away!" I shouted, roughly shoving Annette forward as Mr. X started to follow. The whip tendrils lashed out, almost at random and they were fast. With the crack of a whip, I watched as the concrete had a chunk torn out of it, telling me that I wouldn't survive a direct hit, and worse, as soon as the first tendril lashed out, the second and third were already on their way.

"We need to take it to the disposal area!" Jill shouted as Dakka covered the rear. Dakka struck Mr. X in the chest, stalling his advance just enough that I only felt the wind of a whip as it nearly struck me in the back of my head as we fled. "Which way?!"

Annette answered with action, sprinting back towards the staircase, though not before she posted up by the door and aimed the flare gun. She shot it, striking Mr. X in the chest. Steam began to waft up, letting my hopes rise just enough to make it bitterly disappointing that Mr. X pressed on like he was the Juggernaut. There was a note of panic in her expression, making her freeze up until Jill shoved her through the door.

Fucking fuck! "Dakka, full throttle," I ordered, making Dakka plant herself to secure her footing. The power cells glowed an ominous blue as the railgun fully extended. Then, like nuclear fuel rods, the power cells plunged down and the railgun glowed blue for a moment before a beam of blue light erupted from the barrel, electricity crackling as the ground around Dakka buckled with the recoil of the shot.

Mr. X was struck in the chest with explosive force, punching a hole into him -- but, because of Dakka's low angle, his head was struck as well. A line was carved out of Mr. X, as well as the wall behind him, and the ceiling. Flesh sizzled and the blackened bits glowed red with heat.

Which made it that much more alarming with thin spider web strands of flesh erupted from the injury, holding the top half together. Each interlocking point bearing an eyeball.

"Okay. That didn't work. Dakka, cheese it!" I said, going back to Plan A, which was running for our lives.

The thirty second counter began now, Dakka rapidly cooling off as she followed after me. Jill was waiting for me, gesturing for me to follow. "We have a problem -- big guy won't go down. Just took out his chest and head and he walked it off!"

"It's the G-Virus! The Tyrant has been infected -- I doubt that the body is anything more than a protective shell at this point," Annette shouted back at us as she led us through the halls. The sound was punctuated with the door behind us getting ripped off of its hinges and accompanied by the fast but steady thumps of heavy footsteps.

It would seem that Mr. X had figured out how to jog.

Terrifying.

"Then we crack the shell. How do we crack the shell?" Jill asked us both as I glanced over my shoulder to find that Mr. X was catching up frighteningly quickly. With a mental order, I had Dakka target his knee as I counted down the remaining seconds until she could fire again. At exactly thirty seconds, I had her fire regular shots at the appendage in rapid succession. Each one struck like a sledgehammer, a testament to his raw durability. But, the knee was a weak point, even on a juggernaut. By the eighth shot, the knee gave out.

Only instead of coming off like I hoped, that same stringy flesh emerged to reconnect his leg. It wasn't a perfect heal, it was bulbous and unwieldy, giving Mr. X a pronounced limp, but it wasn't enough to stop him. Just slow him down a little.

"The acid. It should dissolve the Tyrant's flesh, making the G-Virus vulnerable to the antiviral." Annette said as I saw that we were getting close to the disposal area.

"Should?" I echoed, not receiving a response. Right. Well, it wasn't like we had any better ideas. We rounded a corner with Annette busting through a door to reveal the disposal area -- it wasn't quite the arena where Jill had fought Nemesis in the game, but it had the same general layout -- a large concrete basin with acid reservoirs lining the sides for Umbrella to dissolve their science experiments. I did see one instant issue, however.

"Get ready to fill the basin," I said, not breaking my stride until I slid underneath a safety railing and flew straight into the basin itself. I landed with a roll, Dakka right beside me.

Jill slammed into the safety railing, "Rude!"

"Can't make a trap without bait. So, get ready to pull my ass out of the fire, okay?" I said, pointing to the hook and crane that they used to lower stuff into the basin. Jill looked vaguely murderous for a moment before she perked her head in a nod, just in time too because Mr. X slammed through the doors with enough force they were ripped off the hinges.

Dakka greeted him with a shot to the dome, making what was left of his head swivel to me. The large eyebrow at his shoulder blinked, and I think I managed to piss it off because the tendril lashed out, half pulling Mr. X towards the safety railing and tossing him into the basin with me. I gripped my Arcane Firearm with white knuckles, completely abandoning any thought of keeping a card up my sleeve.

I couldn't afford to keep anything in the tank.

I couldn't lie, though -- seeing Mr. X rise to his full height, the tendril lashing out in agitation, tearing up chunks of concrete every time they struck? That had my heart trembling. But, I was already neck deep into it, the only way out was through.

Raising my Arcane Firearm, I opened with a fireball that struck the creature dead in the chest, making the thin sinewy flesh writhe. The tendrils began to lash out, but I left them to Dakka. I couldn't react to them in time, but Dakka could. Even better, we could see the source of them. As the whips lashed out, Dakka reacted, firing at the ones that came close.

With the power of her railgun, the tendrils were shot off, leaving the severed halfs to squirm on the ground.

It wasn't much of a relief as more tendrils began to grow from the shoulder, forcing me to step back slowly. I shot another firebolt, and never before had six seconds felt so long. I aimed for the giant eyeball given that looked like hell of a weak point, but Mr. X seemed aware of that as well with the flesh around the eye thickening to protect it from the heat. The fact that it could do that at all was more than a little alarming.

Just not as alarming as the increasingly close misses. Dakka fired quickly as we both fell back to Mr. X's rapid advance, the ground around my feet becoming filled with whip marks while the whistling of air seemed to surround me. Every second, I expected to feel pain. Or just an impact of some kind. Mr. X pressed on, unrelenting in the face of everything.

I was only half aware of it when my back hit the wall, startling me even though I had expected it. Mr. X took another step forward, his whips now striking the wall around me. I threw myself to the side as Annette activated the trap, but even as I did, I was forced to use my Spellwrought tattoo to absorb a blow that would have undoubtedly torn me in half otherwise.

What it did instead was knock me into the wall, driving the air from my lungs, and leaving me gasping. Then coughing, as the fumes of the acid sprayed out of the reservoir that Mr. X now stood before. It washed over him with physical force, as if he was being hit by a firetruck's water hose. From where I stood, I could see flesh slogging off of Mr. X, burning away in the fumes. I didn't have any time to watch, however -- if that acid could do that to him, I could only imagine what it would do to me.

Picking myself up, I broke into a dead sprint towards the lowering hook, only for my heart to jump to my throat when Mr. X lashed out at me even as he was steadily being pushed back and dissolved. Reacting on instinct, I fired a shot at the ground and the noxious fumes of the acid were pushed back by a wall of wind.

Wind Wall kept Mr. X at bay, him and the acid- both tried to surmount the fifteen-foot-tall wall of wind that I had placed, connecting it to the drainage pit to the wall. It bought me enough time to jump to the hook, wrapping an arm around it as Jill began to haul me up. Mr. X, or the creature within him, roared in defiance, its body melting away and straining against the powerful acid.

It had abandoned any semblance of a humanoid form, vaguely reminding me of the Thing as it spread itself out to avoid the acid. It was crawling for the walls, trying to escape. Gritting my teeth, I had Dakka fire at the acid reservoirs. A hole punched through them, spraying more acid out and coating the seemingly invincible monster. Enough so that I was able to take aim with my Arcane Firearm.

I fired, burning my last second level spell slot, to cast Shatter at the monster. It was enveloped in a ball of pure noise, sound waves so potent that they tore the flesh to shreds. The creature howled in agony, the eyeball abandoning everything in an attempt to survive. It scurried towards the wall, wading through acid as Annette threw open all of the reservoirs in an attempt to drown it.

It managed to get halfway up the wall, only to be greeted by Jill with the flare gun. She took aim and fired, striking the eye straight in the pupil before the antiviral erupted over it. The eye began to dissolve, falling into the acid with a splash and…

I felt myself hit Level 10. I pushed away the feeling of making my level up choices, knowing that if I let myself relax, I'd slip from the hook. Even still, hitting Level 10 was such a relief, confirming that the creature was dead, that I nearly let go anyway with the tension bleeding out of me.

Jill brought me back over to the ground and I immediately collapsed, rolling onto my back and just breathing as the adrenaline left my veins. Numbly, I patted Dakka's chassis, thankful for her -- if it wasn't for her, and those upgrades, then I would have definitely died just now.

Jill approached my prone form, looking over me for a moment, as if to make sure that I was okay. "Rude? I take it back. You're not smart. You're the biggest idiot I've ever met in my life," she said breathlessly, sounding relieved that I was in one piece.

I cracked a smile at that, "Told you so."

She looked away, fighting a smile at my easy acceptance, but she swiftly lost that fight. So, instead, she fought to swallow the chuckles bubbling up her throat, only to lose the fight there too. She couldn't help herself and started laughing, the relief getting to her too.

It was a nice sound. Totally worth risking my life for, I decided, breathing deeply as I savored the sensation of being alive. Something that I took for granted, I realized with hindsight. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to completely let go of the tension in my body.

After all, the day wasn't over yet, and things could always get worse.

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After getting a moment to breathe, I made my choices for Level 10. It was an important milestone level for my class -- Magic Item Adept had the potential to be a real game changer for me. It not only would allow me to create magic items faster, but they would also require less materials. Which was gonna be nice when I started building things from scratch, but the biggest change was that I could attune myself to four magical items at a time.

Which became increasingly important as time went on, as Level 10 also gave me two more infusions to work with. The two that I chose were relatively easy picks when it came right down to it -- Cloak of Protection and Winged Boots. The former was self explanatory as it would give much needed extra protection in the form of a +1 to AC. Still not entirely sure how that worked, but so far Shield hadn't let me down and safety came first.

Winged Boots, on the other hand, offered mobility. For up to four hours, the wearer had a flying speed equal to their moving speed. Something that I imagined would be incredibly handy in a city full of zombies. If you ever found yourself with your back to a wall, you could just fly up and away. It sounded lovely, especially considering how I wished I had them a level ago so I wouldn't have needed to step into a concrete pit with a monstrous bioweapon.

I also got a second third level spell, and a spell slot, which went to Haste. There were other options that I had my eye on, but honestly, being able to run away faster had a lot of appeal and it wasn't as if I was lacking when it came to high damage spells. As things were, utility had a lot more use to me than damage output.

"This whole side quest sucked," I more or less summarized my thoughts as I snapped back to reality after making my picks. The levels were nice. Very nice. But, after the adrenaline wore off for the… third time in a couple of hours, I was beat. The kind of exhausted where you just wanted to curl up in bed and sleep not only the day away, but tomorrow as well. Yet, killing the G-virus infected Tyrant was hardly the end to our woes. The apocalypse didn't stop just because you were sleepy. Sadly.

"That's one word for it," Jill agreed as she helped me stand up. "And we're still in a tight spot. Because of that alligator, half the city doesn't have water and the Tyrant smashed the evidence that we were trying to collect. The only bright side is that we secured production of the vaccine for the T-virus." Thankfully, Jill had managed the latter while I was having a mini-panic attack over Alice apparently being a figment of my imagination.

"And we still have that other bioweapon after you, provided that Chris hasn't killed it," I muttered, taking off my safety helmet and running a hand through my hair before my gaze turned to Annette. "I don't suppose you have a silver lining for us?"

Annette had been gazing into the pit of acid with a decidedly blank expression. I'm not really sure what was going on there, but she seemed to know more about patient zero than she had shared. It took her a moment to realize that I was talking to her, and she had to force herself to look away. "I… if it's evidence that you want, I… can secure proof of wrongdoing in the senior wing."

"And testify to the courts," Jill added, a stern reminder.

Annette paused, and now I saw a flicker of doubt in her eyes for a moment. She hadn't planned on living through the fight with patient zero, I deduced. She hadn't planned beyond that moment, and now it was starting to sink in that she had a future that extended beyond a couple of hours. "Yes… I'm willing to testify. In exchange for a few concessions, such as protection for me and my daughter."

Jill nodded, and I got the impression she hadn't missed the hesitation either. "That can be arranged. It'll be best if you stick with us for now," she decided. By that, she meant she didn't want to give Annette a chance to reconsider her options and pull a runner.

Annette agreed, however tepidly, and we went about our work. Since the other servers were smashed, Annette compiled the data in the senior wing of the Hive while Jill and I returned to Hive II to do the same for the servers there, in addition to securing the vaccine. The whole process took a couple of hours, letting me snag a much needed power nap, before we were loaded up and ready to go.

The four of us stepped into the elevator with me punching in the numbers before it began to rise up. Dakka took point before the elevator. The ride up took no less than a solid minute, telling me just how far down below we really were. And because of it, I was compelled to ask something. "Are there just these two Hives in the city? Do I need to worry about tripping and falling into another one of Umbrella's secret bases?"

Annette seemed a bit surprised by the question but pondered it only for a moment. "There are a few isolated labs in the bunkers that were built during the Cold War. But, I don't know anything about them in particular beyond that they exist."

Jill let out a telling sigh as we shared a glance, both of us knowing that those were going to be a problem. Hopefully for someone else, but odds are it would become our problem. But, first, we had something else to deal with.

The elevator arrived as a floor panel slid out of the way above us. We arrived in a barren room, and stepping off of the platform, the floor panel covered where the elevator was seamlessly. Jill pushed a button, making a false wall swing inwards, and we were immediately assaulted by the sounds of chaos and panic. No one was running around as if they had to run from something, but people were just… afraid. Terrified was probably a better description.

Jill seemed dumbfounded as she looked around, "You were right!? This is the police station!" She said, sounding shocked as people reacted to us stepping out of a false wall that slid back in place.

"Course I was. I'm always right, not counting the times that I'm wrong," I said easily, walking to the balcony that overlooked a crowd of people that were in a rough FEMA camp situation. There were cops running between people, along with medical staff that were checking everyone over but panic was settling in. If I had to guess, the scales had been tipped in the odd eight hours we had been doing what amounted to a boss rush.

I saw a handful of police officers that were trying to calm the situation to little avail. Especially as more people poured into the police station, all terrified, and that fear fed into the fear already present until it became a self-sustaining feedback loop. That clearly wouldn't do. The police station was a genuinely terrible place to have as a safe haven, but it was a natural one. People looked to the police to keep them safe.

I started walking, forcing Jill and Annette to follow as I approached a police officer speaking into a megaphone, trying to calm people down, but it just added more noise. Which was a problem in itself.

The middle aged man looked at me questioningly, then at Dakka with blatant shock before his gaze found Jill's. Taking advantage of his surprise, I grabbed the megaphone from his hand while he went to speak to Jill. After fiddling with the buttons a bit, I had Dakka hop up onto the railing before she belched out a gust of fire that immediately stole everyone's attention and, in the split second that people paused, realized they saw fire, and took a breath so they could start screaming their heads off, I spoke.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I shouted into the megaphone to my stunned audience. People were looking up at me with terror shining in their eyes but they wisely listened to the man with the flamethrower. "Good. Now, some of you might recognize me as the man who has been plastering posters, and handing out pamphlets and unreasonably expensive business cards warning you of this here disaster." There were a few, I saw. Most were clueless, but they seemed to recognize my pamphlets as I saw quite a few clutching them in their hands.

"First order of business -- let me say that I told you so," I began, and confusion or bafflement took the edge off of the fear. People traded glances, suddenly unsure about what the pamphlets contained because I was gloating. "To all of you who so harshly judged me as I tried to avert this clusterfuu-udge, I fully expect a heartfelt written apology to be turned in upon your evacuation." I said, realizing that there were kids in the room. Wouldn't do to teach them swear words. Though, it was probably a bit late for that.

People perked up at the mention of evacuations, far more willing to listen as I continued. "And since I saw this disaster coming from a mile away, and did my best to warn you of it, it is in your interest to listen to what I have to say. I want everyone here to take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Calm down. Beginning shortly, there will be evacuations to the metro station where you will then board a train that will take you far away from this place. Sounds nice, right? But I need you to calm down, to not panic, so we can conduct this evacuation in a calm and orderly fashion because this only works if you calm down."

I gave it a moment and the panic didn't return in force. Good. Maybe I wasn't so bad at this public speaking stuff. "Good. Now, you all will be checked for symptoms of the T-virus, but, again, don't panic. I, with the help of Jill Valentine, a member of the elite police squadron STARS, have secured a vaccine that will allow us to treat you should you be infected. To that end, however, it is in your interest to step forward if you possess symptoms because it is more effective the earlier we catch it."

With that, the whole room changed with some people stepping up to confirm their infection while the police reassumed control over the situation. Taking a step back, I passed the megaphone back to the police officer, who half fumbled it. He stared at me with wide eyes, "I- you- are there really evacuations?"

"There's about to be. Get me whoever is in charge of this mess to brief me on the situation," I ordered, and the cop -- Officer David based on his nametag -- did everything short of snapping off a salute before running off to find whoever was at the top of the food chain here.

Annette was giving me a sharp look that I met with a cocked eyebrow. Cautious that people were looking at us, and likely listening, she whispered, "We don't have enough of the vaccine for everyone."

I closed my eyes for a moment and opened them, "I know."

In the end, Hive II fell because they couldn't produce the vaccine fast enough. Umbrella never once considered the possibility of needing the vaccine in industrial amounts, and I doubt they would have shared even if they had the capability. My Alchemy Jug that could produce five gallons of the vaccine a day helped a fair bit, but it was a drop in the ocean of what we needed. To make sure everyone who needed the vaccine got it… we'd need a hundred gallons, at least.

Annette gave me a surprised but approving look, "You said that so the infected would reveal themselves."

I wasn't qualified to make these decisions. I was literally just some random dude who fell into the wrong reality. I didn't have the training. I didn't have the right mentality. And I didn't want to. The whole hard-boiled guy making the hard choices wasn't me. I was about as far as you could get on the opposite side of that spectrum. This moment, I knew, was going to haunt me until my dying day because I would spend the rest of my life trying to think of a better way to handle this mess. To thread the needle and find a path in which no one had to die, and I would hate myself for not finding it in time if I ever did.

Yet, someone needed to step up to the plate since Alice wasn't here to solve all our problems with a thought. Since I wasn't smart enough to find the path where no one died… I was determined to at least accomplish the next best thing.

"This place is a powder keg, and a riot would get everyone killed. The first person that turns would turn the situation unsalvageable," I reasoned and I knew it was correct. The logic was sound. I was right and I knew it down to the marrow of my bones. Yet, it was still a bitter pill to swallow. "We quarantine them, publicly give out some doses of the vaccine, and that'll convince the cautious hold outs that we aren't lying. By that time, we should have the evacuations up and running."

Despite myself, I looked to Jill to see what she thought -- I don't know what I was hoping to see. Support? Condemnation? Instead I found her meeting my gaze, her expression guarded. Then she offered a small curt nod that eased some of the tension out of me.

"Mom!" I heard a girl call out and in the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of movement before a little girl lunged for Annette. It said a lot that my first thought was that Umbrella sent a child assassin after our witness, but instead of stabbing Annette in the kidney, the girl wrapped her arms around her stomach in a fierce hug. Annette seemed put off for just a moment.

"Sherry," Annette greeted who I realized was her daughter. They had the same dirty blonde hair, but when Sherry backed up and I saw her face…

Ah.

I realized who patient zero for the G-virus was. The virus had mutated him a fair bit, but his features were promemant in Sherry's face, meaning that Annette had helped us kill what I'm guessing was her husband based on the wedding ring.

"I was so scared, everyone just left and ran away and I didn't know how to find you-" Sherry began, going in for another hug but she was kept at bay by Annette.

"Sherry, that's enough. Control yourself," Annette scolded and I bit my tongue.

Wow. Not going to be winning any mother of the year awards, I suspected, but before I could make that exact comment, I saw Officer David approaching with a pale expression. Seeing me looking at him, he licked his lips nervously before speaking. "He's gone."

"Whose gone? And gone as in he stepped out or gone as in he's dead?" I questioned, putting Annette's inability to comfort her daughter after said daughter was separated from her in an apocalyptic event aside. For the moment.

Jill, however, seemed to suspect the answer. "Commissioner Irons ran?" She stressed, her nostrils flaring in a way that told me she was pissed to hell and back.

"I- I don't know? Maybe? No one can reach him, and when I went up to his office, he wasn't there. No one knows where he is," Officer David half babbled and I could see the panic settling into him. Sweat started dripping down his face and he started getting jittery -- 'the top of the chain of command decided to cut and run, so how hopeless was this situation?' I could practically hear the thought bouncing around his skull.

So, I clapped him on the shoulder, "That's good news. Irons was a moron. This is going to be way easier now that we don't have to deal with him," I said, not entirely sure if that was a lie or not. In any case, I had to put on a confident front, as if I knew what I was doing and all of this was well within the parameters of some plan that I wasn't cooking up as I went along.

My bullshit had the intended effect, thankfully, with Officer David calming down ever so slightly knowing that there was someone behind the driver's wheel. Looking to Jill, I saw she already had a course of action plotted out. "Rude, you stay here and start organizing the evacuations. I'll check out what the situation looks like outside."

I nodded, "Sounds solid. Don't die, yeah?" I asked and she just shot me a smirk before she headed off. It sucked, but it was the best call since Nemesis might still be around. As much as I would like for Chris' day to go untouched by the bioweapon, there was a significant part of me that hoped that he had and that he'd already killed him to remove that piece from the board.

Tearing my gaze from Jill, I looked at Annette and Sherry, the latter of which was staring at Dakka with wide eyes. As she should. Robots were cool. "Stick close to me. Both of you," I instructed before glancing at Officer David. "If there is a headquarters, take me there."

He nodded quickly and gestured us to follow and he led us through the busy halls to what looked like a conference room. There were maps covering the walls, radios set up with a half dozen people seated before them as they tried to coordinate an effective response. My gaze instantly landed on a map that acted as a centerpiece.

It was covered in arrows, notes, and red zones.

It also looked eerily familiar.

It also looked like it was sliding the wrong direction. I absorbed the information like a sponge, taking it all in with just a glance -- the maps, the odd two dozen conversations, and the table full of CCTV screens that displayed a lot of zombies moving through places that they ideally wouldn't be in. Taking a small breath, I shifted my brain into high gear, and I focused.

I clapped my hands, bringing everyone's attention to me for the briefest of moments. "Consolidation is the key here, folks. You got too greedy. First things first -- someone is going to get me in touch with Raymond. We're going to need him to meet us halfway in securing a pipeline from the police station to central station." I began and, after a moment of people trading looks, they started to respond to my orders. If only because I sounded like I knew what I was doing.

So, I continued, "Pull back on Sectors C, B, and D -- you're pushing too close to the red zones. Relocate the roadblocks to… Section Street and follow up until King's Street." I ordered, following a length of road with a finger. "Get me a list of everyone who knows how to hotwire a car. We can use them to shore up the barriers, or make up for them if we're lacking. Zombies are stupid -- they won't look for anything beyond the straightest path to what they're after. Keep that in mind."

My orders were relayed easily enough and as the minutes went by, I got a clearer idea of what exactly I was working with. By my guesstimates, in the past eightish hours, a solid thirty-fifty percent of the city had turned. The rate was about what I expected, even if it really did suck to hear. Of the potential fifty thousand to seventy thousand that still lived, I would say that we had around fifteen to twenty thousand in a secure location.

That was more or less inline with my more optimistic estimates back when I was crunching numbers to figure out the best plan to save the city and the world.

The military had functionally pulled out of Racoon City, which did not bode well. The police force numbered an odd three hundred, but only half had reported in. The rest were either dead or focused on their own survival. We did have an odd two hundred firefighters and other emergency service operators though, so it wasn't like we were powerless.

What we needed was to start getting people out of the city. Empty out Central Station and the police station, because then we could actually use our smaller numbers once our forces weren't stuck calming hundreds of people down. And, silver lining, Raymond would have more resources over at Central Station.

It didn't take long for me to be handed a satellite phone by one of the officers. "Raymond? It's Rude -- we're shifting priorities. I need you to give me a dozen men to help secure… line B to the metro. We're going to use it as an artery to get people to you, so you can ship 'em off to Knoxville."

There was a small pause on the other end of the satellite phone before an unfamiliar voice spoke. "I'm afraid that this isn't Raymond," he said in a voice that told me that I should recognize him.

What an absolute plonker. I'm not even sure what that insult meant, but it felt like an accurate description for this moron. "Then who are you and why are you wasting my time?"

"This is President Smith of the US Government," John Smith answered smoothly, not taking offense. And, yeah, I could guess that'd be the reason he expected me to recognize his voice.

I was probably the wrong person to talk to this guy, I could admit to myself. I had a minus next to my Charisma score for a reason. "Neat. Now, I need you to do a couple of things for me Mr. President. And I kindly ask that you don't horrifically fuck them up like your people did with this outbreak in the first place. I know I'm asking a lot from your room temperature IQ of a cabinet of nincompoops, but I really need you to try, okay?"

There was a very telling pause on the other end but, luckily, President Smith didn't seem to be the type to drop nukes out of spite. "We'll do our best," he replied evenly, insulted but swallowing it down. "What do you need?"

"I need the military to approve the evacuations to Knoxville. We're going to use the metro to siphon off women, children, sick, and the old. I'd recommend a quarantine upon arrival in Knoxville to double check our work, but everyone that arrives should be free of the virus." I'd really love it if the military swooped in to rescue us and carry us off into the sunset bridal style, but given how horrible the response to the outbreak had been leading up to it, I didn't trust them to rescue a goldfish at this point.

"That can be arranged," President Smith agreed.

"Good. I also need you to keep your finger away from the big red button because there is a non-zero chance that nuking Raccoon City will cause the contagion to go world wide," I continued, hearing a sharp intake of breath.

"Our experts-"

"No. No, no, no. I'd sooner trust a fart after a night of binge drinking and eating Taco Bell before I would your so-called experts, who are so damn braindead that a lobotomy would be an improvement," I interjected, the stress getting to me and I lost what little control I had over my mouth. "I trust it even less, considering a nuke would be the perfect tool to use to bury Umbrella's involvement in this mess."

"Do you have proof of that?" He asked sharply, and that was an intriguing question. He wasn't shocked at them getting namedropped. Meaning that he was looking for proof.

"I have one of their scientists and a server full of incriminating information that I stole from one of their two utterly fuck-off massive secret bases that were built under the city."

"What?!" He barked, that cool and even tone slipping.

Huh. "So, you didn't know about that?" I asked, unsure if that was a reassurance or not. "Well, now you do. Bad news is that the CIA either managed to miss Umbrella building two bases each the size of a small town under Racoon City, or they knew about it and didn't tell you. So, for your sake, I just hope they're incompetent and not corrupt. Have fun with that. Call me when the evacuation is set up, preferably before Umbrella assassinates you," I said, clicking the end call button.

I looked down at it for a moment, replaying the conversation in my head.

"Huh. I talked to the President. Cool," I decided, setting the satellite phone to the side.

"That's one word for it," A woman's voice remarked, sounding more amused than anything. Glancing over, I saw an Asian woman in a trench coat, wearing a pair of sunglasses despite being indoors. She reached into her coat and flashed a badge, "FBI. I couldn't help but overhear that you have a couple of silver bullets to put down Umbrella. It just so happens that finding them was what I was sent here to do."

My gaze flickered to the picture, recognizing the face and name instantly.

Ada Wong.

Well… there's someone I could use to help tilt the scales my way.

I wonder if she knew Albert Wesker?

...

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Jill could feel the exact moment Rude took command of the situation, even before she learned that he somehow put himself in charge over at HQ. The situation in the long hours they were in the depths below the city… it was sliding the wrong way. It wasn't as bad as it could have been, it wasn't total anarchy, but it was slowly heading that way. The evidence of it was everywhere -- the conflicting orders, the overstretched front line, the chaotic evacuations, and the gaps in their defenses.

It was like the city was in neutral, rolling towards the edge of a cliff, and then all of a sudden Rude slammed his foot on the brakes. The car stopped, but it wasn't enough to reverse it away from the edge. Not yet.

Which was how she found herself spinning an airhorn in the middle of the city, filling the air with a high pitched whine that echoed out. She stood at the edge of a carpark, watching as the sound attracted the undead that seemed to fill the streets. There seemed to be a wall of them just shambling down one of the main roads, hardly even drawn to the house but shoved forward by those behind them. Plenty just ended up getting trampled underfoot.

It wasn't a sight she'd ever unsee. Rude had been pretty confident in his estimate that 'only' a few tens of thousands of people were dead. It felt like a lot more when she was looking at them like this. Honestly, looking at the dead -- almost all of them so fresh that she could make out their faces… it felt like a nightmare had followed her into reality.

But, that wasn't all she saw.

"We're moving into position. It's just like herding cattle. Nothing to it," Chris said through the radio as she watched the others take advantage of the moving horde. And she saw Rude's guiding hand in everything that came next.

Rude pulled everyone back hard to regroup and to check what forces that they really had. Which was less than they liked. Volunteers were collected, some given guns, but most were kept away from the actual combat. Since the situation had been so unmanaged, to set up a highway to Central Station from the Police HQ, Rude decided that the bulk of the undead had to be lured away before they could reestablish a front line to their green zone.

As the horde was drawn away, people moved up. Cars blocked off the side streets, alley ways were barricaded off, then both were reinforced with cinder blocks filled with concrete to make sure they didn't go anywhere in the face of weight of numbers. The work was panicked, but fast. Not perfect, as the noise did attract stragglers. But, that was where their new… friends came in.

Jill watched as a straggler was shot in the head, and tracing the angle to a sniper that was posted in a fast food joint halfway down the block. Silencers weren't perfect, but with how much ambient noise there was in the air with the air siren going off, the gunshots were quickly lost in a sea of noise. And, as if it was on a timer, the moment her air siren fell silent, another further up the street began to wail.

So the daisy chain would continue until they could park the horde in one of the pre-marked red zones -- places that could hold a couple hundred or even a few thousand of them and be blocked off with some ease. The rest would naturally begin to dissipate back through the city, but by that point, the highway and their defensive lines would be established enough that they could look to take the next step in dealing with this outbreak.

"Jill, you are clear to hop on over," Chris said through the radio and Jill gave a click of acknowledgement before she broke down the station she was at and shoved it all into a pack that Rude had provided. A load-out of gear that had been prepared for this plan from a list in his little black book. One of which was particularly interesting as she could only describe it as a grappling hook.

Not exactly hand held, but more of an attachment for her rifle. Taking aim, she fired it and watched as the hook punched through concrete before locking itself in place. After securing one end of the tether to a parked vehicle -- another car that had been stolen by Rude some days in advance, and parked exactly where she needed it to be, she applied the pulley and began to make her way over a corpse-filled alley.

An offered hand helped pull her over the ledge, and she came face to face with a logo that made her guts tie themselves into knots.

Umbrella.

"This is going about as well as we could hope for," Chris said, and thankfully he was also on the rooftop. The curly haired man that helped her over took a step back -- Carlos, as he introduced himself. Their attachment to round off the squad to five man team. He seemed to sense the unspoken distrust that she and the others -- Brad, and Kevin -- all had of him. So, he was trying to avoid stepping on toes and giving them a reason to justify their distrust.

"That's how you jinx something, Chris," Kevin pointed out, looking through the scope of a rifle at the shambling horde. "Don't go doing that. This mess already has too many ways it can go wrong without you tempting Lady Luck." To that, Jill snorted as she withdrew the hook, even if she did have to leave behind the rope.

"That's why I have this," Chris said, holding up Rude's little black book that was rapidly becoming like a Bible for the man. "Even when this does turn to a shit show, we have a game plan in place."

Out of the corner of her eyes, Jill watched Carlos to see if he gave any kind of reaction to that. He was a member of Umbrella -- one of their response teams. That didn't make him a bad guy, not exactly. It did make him untrustworthy, though.

"Does that include the big guy kicking our house of cards over just to get to us?" Brad asked, standing next to Kevin as he spotted for him.

"Variation F with twenty six subplans depending on which stage we get hit in," Chris rattled off. "Though, some of those involve someone named Alice. Without her, we'll have to improvise a bit."

There was that name again. Alice. Rude hadn't admitted to it, but he had been looking for her and had seemed shaken when he hadn't found her. He recovered quickly, so Jill had put it out of mind, but then she linked up with Chris and he revealed the litany of plans that Rude had cooked up, and half of them had revolved around this Alice person…

"The thought of you trying to plan anything scares the piss right out of me, you meathead. How about we just give your prophet a ring instead? Since he made the damn things?" Brad questioned before he pointed one zombie out and Kevin took the shot.

Chris scowled but he didn't seem to disagree, taking out his radio and switching it to a private channel while they had a moment. "Rude, it's Chris. Your plan is working pretty well at the moment -- we're at stage three, but we wanted some advice on how to proceed without Alice."

There was a pause on the other end of the radio, and in that time, another air siren started to sound out further up the block. It was a long few seconds later before Rude responded and there was obvious hesitation, "...Chris, what are you even- wait, are you using my notebooks?"

Well, that didn't sound good. "Yeah?" Chris tried while Jill swallowed a smile, recognizing that tone.

"Oh. Wow. How are you not dead? Those things are trash," Rude questioned with genuine wonder in his voice.

Brad cracked first, simply throwing his head back and laughing so hard it came out as a wheeze. Chris just looked at the radio like it had personally betrayed him. Rude kept going, "I wasted too much time with those things. It's impossible to anticipate everything that could happen, so at best, they're a useful guide. And they should have some useful info about some caches I have throughout the city I guess. Other than that though they're useless, I'd appreciate it if you burnt them."

Brad doubled over, unable to even breathe as he just beat a fist on the ledge of the building, tears in his eyes.

Chris seemed honestly speechless. The others were starting to crack up at his expense, even Carlos was unable to keep a smile off of his face. So, Jill took pity on him because she was pretty sure this was an instance of Rude not realizing how smart he really was. "We're halfway through the plan, so we're committed to it. It's working so far, but it seems like a waste to just let the horde disperse back into the city. You got anything for us since Alice isn't here to use 'psychic bullshit', in your words?"

"Already on it," Rude answered. "We got more volunteers than I expected, so I've been putting them to work. When I heard you were setting up a red zone, I started to put a project in play." He really didn't understand how reassuring it was to hear that. He was genuinely oblivious to the weight his words had, or the effects he had on people. Watching him build that railgun had been as mesmerizing as it was disturbing, because it was then that Jill realized that as dumb and as careless as Rude acted, he was without a doubt the smartest man in any room he would ever walk in. "You'll have to switch targets a bit, though. Your destination is going to change."

"Where to?" Jill asked, readying herself for the task at hand.

"The stadium," Rude answered. "We're going to turn it into a cage -- stuff as many undead as we can fit inside, then set the whole thing on fire to kill the lot of them all at once." That sounded like a tall order, and Chris snapped out of his stupor. "It'll need to be prepared beforehand, though. I don't fancy sending anyone inside once it's full to plant the bombs."

Chris looked at Jill, who mulled the idea over for just a few seconds. The Raccoon City stadium could seat around twenty thousand people. Seal off the entrances the right way, and you could potentially fit a lot more than that inside. If they did it right, they could fit nearly every walking corpse in the horde in there and take them out all at once. Then they would just be dealing with stragglers.

"We're on it," Jill decided for the team.

"We'll need to hoof it if we want to get there before the horde does," Carlos pointed out, inclining his head to the horde they were going to have to get through. There was that, and then there was that creature that was hunting them. It was a risk, but…

If they pulled this off, then that was thousands of undead off the streets. And that was a number that could make all the difference when it came to saving this city.

"Then let's get going," Jill replied, adjusting her hat before she attached another cable to her grappling hook. As she did, Carlos informed his team of a change in plans. That pretty much instantly resulted in squabbling that Jill tuned out -- either the Umbrella team would help, or they wouldn't… Or they'd sabotage the entire thing for the sake of their monstrous experiment.

Firing off the grappling hook, she was the first one to zipline beyond the barricades of the horde. The others trailed behind her as they broke into a sprint pretty much as soon as their feet touched the ground. As they did, Carlos called out, "Platoon lead is sending a forward squad to meet us there!"

Jill and Chris shared a glance as they ran, both having the same exact thought, so they didn't need to say it out loud. They just picked up the place, determined to reach the stadium first.

As it turned out they didn't need to worry, because something was waiting for them when they arrived.

"Rude? What's Dakka doing here?" Jill asked over the radio, a little relieved to see the robot. It had handled itself pretty well against the Tyrant. It was hell of a card to have in their back pocket when it came to a fight.

"Making sure those chucklefucks don't get any ideas," Rude answered without hesitation, and it was no question of which cucklefucks he was talking about. "Also did a little bit of recon for you -- the place isn't exactly empty. Most of the people managed to evacuate, but some weren't so lucky. They got trampled on the way out, or bitten, or they turned inside the stadium after the initial wave. I'd say there's a good two hundred of them roaming the halls."

As Rude talked, the stadium came into view. There was a pile of bodies that lined up near the front door where Rude and Chris made their stand trying to stem the tide. Chris strode forward, "First things first -- we need to secure the entrances and exits. Then we need to make a way for them to get in without giving them a way to get out. Any ideas on how to do that?"

"That's a robot," Brad blurted all of a sudden, sharing a wide eyed look with Kevin and Carlos. "That's an actual robot."

She and Chris ignored him while Rude answered, "Check the envelope strapped to her chassis."

Jill checked the papers inside to find a blueprint of the stadium, which had key locations marked on how to best firebomb the stadium since it was made of concrete. The other sheet of paper was an incredibly bad drawing of what looked like a ramp leading up to the second story, a hole that wasn't there in reality, and a barricade flanking the hole with a funnel that would lead the dead to falling into the stadium.

On the other side of that bad drawing was a list of equipment that they would need. Most of it was pretty self explanatory -- wood or sheet metal, some explosives to blow holes through the stadium where they wanted them. Some weren't so simple, like the two fire trucks that were needed to help make the ramp by using their ladders as a foundation that would be reinforced to hold the weight. Thankfully the plans also told them where to find the fire trucks.

As amusing as it was, it wasn't like Jill didn't understand the blind faith that Chris had in those notebooks. It was harder not to have faith when Rude seemed about five steps ahead of them before they even decided where they were going.

"This is so stupid that it's probably going to work," Chris gave his verdict. "We'll need to break up into teams -- one team prepping the stadium, one getting the supplies. Rude, where are we getting the explosives?"

"Swing by the Police HQ. I'm jerryrigging some breach charges as we speak," Rude reassured.

They had a plan, and then the other Umbrella squad showed up and Jill saw what they were working with. Chris' expression tipped Jill off that one of them wasn't good news. He was a naturally.friendly guy, and had a better than half decent poker face, but after years on the force together Jill knew his tells, and Chris looked at the squad leader like he was a snake that had just slithered into the room.

"Redfield. And you must be Valentine -- I'm squad team leader Nicholai," Nicholai introduced himself. An older man of the gray fox variety, throwing on a charming grin as he offered a hand. If Chris wasn't reacting outwardly to his presence then she wouldn't tip him off either, so she shook his hand quickly and resisted the urge to wipe her hand on her pants. "And I see that the rumors were true. Rudeus Rain has machines capable of combat."

"Among other things," Chris said before he passed over the doodle. Nicholai seemed a bit confused by it until Chris explained what the plan was.

"I've seen Dakka in action -- it's a squad in itself. Two small teams should focus on the stadium first because supplies are going to be the big issue. I'd say four of us should be enough, counting Dakka," Jill voiced, looking at Chris, who offered a curt nod.

Carlos stepped forward, volunteering. And then Nicholai joined him, thumping Carlos on the shoulder. "I'm not adverse to some risk, and I very much would like to see this… Dakka in action. Who does not love killer robots, hm?"

With that decision made, they geared up but before they headed in, Chris pulled her to the side. "Double check everything that Nicholai does. Rude knew about him and he said not to trust him."

She narrowed her eyes, "What'd he say exactly?"

"To put him down on sight," Chris admitted quietly. "I'm not about to kill a man just because he says so, but… keep an eye on him, Jill. And work fast. We have an hour before the horde gets here and we miss our shot."

Nodding to that, Jill moved forward and was the first in the building. Inside was a bloodbath, even worse than what they saw in the Hives by the simple numbers and scale of the slaughter. The walls were practically painted with blood, and the bodies that littered the floor were either torn to shreds or so shattered that the reanimated corpses couldn't even crawl.

She took in a breath, the bodies already showing signs of decay, before letting it out slowly. "One group takes left, and the other takes right. We meet in the middle," Jill instructed.

"That is suitable for us," Nicholai agreed smoothly. "Carlos, with me," he ordered and Carlos flashed her a smile that she didn't return.

That would make keeping an eye on him difficult, but better that than having to watch her back, Jill decided, plunging into the stadium. The lights were still on, but some of them were coated with a layer of blood that dyed the whole hallway red. It got better the further away you got from an entrance or exit, but given that the building was meant to seat nearly a quarter of the city, it had a lot of entrances and exits.

Dakka took point, and whatever upgrades that Rude had shoved into the thing proved their worth because it cleared the way for her. Somehow, it picked out which of the corpses were down for good, and which ones were just biding their time for someone careless to walk near them. It let her focus on her own task.

Which, as it turned out, was shockingly easy. At least in comparison to being hunted by a Tyrant in close quarters. There were plenty of checkpoints that she could use to act as chokeholds, and from there she only needed some chain and a lock. The work was fast, and largely simple -- reinforcing double doors, and pulling the metal gates over the exposed areas. The goal of sealing off the lower floors was accomplished with ease, even if it wasn't exactly perfect.

It was when Jill reached the second floor that she saw what could be a problem -- there were a lot of undead that were stumbling around in the stadium itself, all wearing jerseys and occasionally beer hats. There were plenty that were in the field as well, including the teams that were meant to play. They seemed largely oblivious for the most part, but they would get attracted to the noise when they put up the funnel or set the charges.

Dakka didn't seem to mind as it simply climbed up a wall for a better vantage and started shooting. One by one, the nearest of the zombies had their heads destroyed, the killing was methodical and mechanical. Jill watched the machine go, her lips twitching into a smile. "That works," she decided. Dakka was aptly named, as it so happened, because with its new fire rate, it made swift work of the undead.

The bleachers made it hard for the dead to climb, and the ones in the field could only swat at the railing. Carlos and Nicholai were drawn out by the noise, and Jill just pointed at the runways where the teams would emerge from. Then she pointed to the corpses.

The message was clear, even if it was less than preferable. What they lacked in building materials could be made up for by using the dead to form a barricade. And that was something made all the more easier when Dakka baited the undead to those entrances and killed them there.

The entire process took around thirty minutes total, and by that point, Dakka had done an excellent job of clearing the stadium by itself. It might be worth thinking about just sending Dakka to the Red Zones and letting it clear them manually.

"Handy thing, that is," Carlos remarked when they linked up, nodding at Dakka, who seemed focused on the two Umbrella agents now that the immediate area was clear of corpses. "It, uh… doesn't seem to like us much."

"The creator doesn't trust Umbrella much. Or at all. I'd be thankful you aren't on a shoot on sight list," Jill remarked to Carlos, who grimaced. But, to Nicholai, she said, "Let's double back to pick off any stragglers. Make sure the bottom floor is secure and there won't be any spills. The second floor matters less -- if they're able to get up there, then we have other problems we should be worrying about."

She watched his reaction for some hint of duplicity, only to find that he inclined his head to her with an easy agreement. That told her what she was going to find when they walked the ground to verify that everything was secure -- either Nicholai hadn't sabotaged the grounds, or if he did, then he had been exceedingly clever about it.

It was enough to plant a seed of doubt in the back of her mind. She didn't trust him in the slightest, and not sabotaging them here and now wouldn't mean that they wouldn't later, but it was enough for her to start to entertain the idea that they might be on the up and up. She'd have to talk to Rude when they got a moment -- why exactly had Nicholai been 'on sight?' What did he do to deserve it?

Rude had earned a lot of trust from her, Jill could admit to herself as they left the stadium to see that the firetrucks were in the process of being put into position. She hadn't trusted him when the world started to end, but every second since, he had proven himself to her. He was brave, too smart for his own good, and had a mouth on him that could make the Devil jump out of his seat, but he was unapologetically genuine in everything that he did. It was hard not to trust him.

But Chris was right. It was a whole different thing to kill a man just because Rude thought he should die.

And, it looked like she might get a chance for some answers as a car pulled up to the stadium. A dozen men or so hopped out of the back of the truck, ready to get to work on building the ramp. Rude got out from behind the driver's seat, Dakka heading over to his side. Out of the corner of her eye, Jill saw Nicholai take note of Rude, his gaze sharpening in a way that Jill didn't entirely care for but she understood. It wasn't like she hadn't reacted much the same way to Rude when they first met.

Rude approached them with a confident stride and Nicholai stepped forward, throwing on that same smile. "Mr. Rain," he greeted him, offering a hand. "I've-"

He was cut off when Rude, in a single smooth action, pulled a handgun from his belt and aimed it at Nicholai's head.

Then he pulled the trigger, snapping it back with a spray of blood. Jill's jaw dropped just as Nicholai's body did, Carlo's snapping his gun up and pointing it at Rude, but failed to pull the trigger when Rude simply lowered his gun.

He looked to Jill and offered an apologetic lopsided smile, "Sorry, Jill. My notes said on sight, and I meant it."

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