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Chapter 06
Umbrella's Sins

Enter the survival horror...

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The loud buzzing of the giant mosquito was the last thing the young lady heard as it speared it's piercing blade through her chest. She died looking up at the sky, wondering why she had to die like this...

Zombies lurched towards a small crowd of people who had gathered on the sidewalk. They ran in fear from the undead, right into the street. A car, driven by a man suffering from the effects of the virus, did not even slow down as it rammed several of the members, killing them instantly.

A shop owner was trapped in the back of his store, cornered by zombies. They moaned, their arms outstretched as they grabbed him and bit into him. Screaming in pain and anguish, the man struggled feebly as the monsters ate him alive.

A young girl, separated from her parents, was running through the park. Crying loudly and calling out for help, she never saw the Licker as it jumped from the shadows and tackled her from behind.

Inside a wrecked house, a golden retriever sniffed at his master's body, and recoiled at the stench of death. He gave a sad whimper, and then yelped in fear as his supposedly dead master made a grab at him, moaning angrily. Bolting from the zombie, the dog ran outside, ignorant of the other monsters out there.

A stray cat was snagged by a giant toad and swallowed in one gulp. The toad croaked happily for the success of a well-caught meal. Windows nearby shattered from the vibrations of the unbelievably loud croak.

Zombies banged against a car's side, trying to get at the man and his wife inside. He desperately tried to start the car but the zombies smashed through the glass. They pulled him and his crying spouse out to bite at their warm flesh.

Death screams and cries for help resounded all over the city. People would see their neighbors be slaughtered right in front of them. Gunshots could be heard ringing in what seemed like infinite echoes. The smell of death and blood was so thick that it made the living gag.

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HELP ME!! HELP MEEEAAAAAH!!

Yoshi watched as the young man was attacked by three zombies. They tore open his throat and bit at his shoulders. The gagging of the man made Yoshi nauseous, a feeling now common with him.

Knowing he could not save the man, Yoshi ran for the door and bolted forward, not caring where he ran. He needed to find a way out of here, out of this hellhole...

A Licker leapt right in front of him and he froze in terror. The monster was now aiming for him, however, but for another human nearby. Knocking down its prey, it sank its teeth into the person's head. The teeth ripped through the brain and killed its victim before Yoshi could blink.

Trying not to scream in terror at the gruesome sight, he ran forward. His mind was spinning so fast that his body started to sway as well. He needed to go back to the lab, to go through those corridors that scientist told him about. Just get there...

Stan Murray stumbled backwards in front of him when he ran down a hallway. His arm was spilling blood at a startling rate and the look on his face told of the terrible pain he was in. The scientist fired his gun madly into the room he had just backed out of, and Yoshi watched in horror as a giant spider sped out towards the man.

With a couple shots, however, the giant spider squealed its death cry and sunk to the ground, green blood leaking from the bullet wounds in its head. Stan looked over at Yoshi, who stared in disbelief at the giant spider.

the scientist barked, startling Stan. Get out of here! Down to the lab! Warn the people of Lilypad City before it's too late!

Yoshi said feebly, pointing at Stan's arm.

Forget me, just GO!! Stan pointed his gun at Yoshi. His words sounded tough but Yoshi could see how he was quivering, not just in fear but in emotion. Nodding, the journalist ran past Stan and down the hallway. He remembered this hallway, he had gone through it when he was escaping from the lab.

Please be okay, Sarah, thought Yoshi as he ran.

Stan watched him run but his attention was brought to something else when he heard a growling hiss in front of him. A Crimson Head stood ten feet from him, smoking coming from its decaying mouth and blooding dripping from its clawed hands. It lunged at Stan, and the scientist screamed as he fired his gun at it.

With two slashes, Stan fell to the ground bleeding from two fatal slashes on his chest. He watched as the Crimson Head lurched down to bite his face but Stan used the last of his energy to shoot the beast in the head, killing it with a splattering of brains and blood.

As Stan's life faded from him, he thought of how he deserved this. Working for Umbrella was a crime that should be punishable by death. His last thoughts were on his brother and his girlfriend, the two souls whom were the only reason he ever went through with these freak experiments. He muttered a silent prayer as all became black to his eyes...

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A swing of the metal bat decapitated an undead student. This zombie had been only fifteen years old before he died and became a ghoul. Fifteen years old was too young to become a murderer...

Falco didn't even have time to take a breath as he swung at another zombie. This blow did not sever the monster's head but swiped a large chunk off of the skin. The zombie growled as she lurched at Falco, who was too close to the zombie to avoid it...

A chair then hit the zombie square on the chest, knocking her down. The owner of the chair then slammed the awkward weapon onto the undead being's head until it was crushed into pulp.

Falco looked slowly at Mandy, who was panting from aggressive energy and had tears forming in her eyes. She took a deep breath and sobbed in exhale. Good-bye, Emily...

The teenaged boy stood there, inside the wrecked Teacher's Lounge, unable to think of what to do. Should he try to comfort her or let her have her own space? She had just saved his life...

Damn it, this completely sucks, he thought, unable to think of anything better to say. She just had to kill her best friend to save me. It's terrible, so terrible. What has she, or anyone here, done to deserve these monsters?

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GET THE KIDS IN THE BASEMENT!

The man was roaring to his wife, firing his shotgun at the same time. The zombies had smashed down their door and shattered their windows, and were pouring in like water. Polluted, infectious water.

His wife grabbed ahold of her two children's' hands. No, I'm not leaving you!

DO IT! GET THEM OUT OF HERE NOW!! he shouted as he fired another shot. The zombie that had slowly approached him was severed in half, yet the top half still continued to crawl towards the man.

The lady, tears streaming down her face, ran for the back of the house. She kept thinking of how this must be all a bad dream, that none of this could be real. Her husband was not shooting at monsters at the front door...

Then she heard her beloved shout in pain, terrible pain. Crying in horror, her thoughts concerned him, as he was in danger! He could be hurt by those monsters! Thinking fast, she told her children to run to the basement and lock the door. They were not to open it until she returned with her father.

The two children ran for the basement, whimpering in fear. The window next to them exploded in a shower of glass, cutting their young skin. A zombie outright sprang from the window and grabbed the small boy. Biting hungrily at him, it tore off part of his ear. The child's sister screamed in fear and anger as she punched as the zombie's hands and head, trying to free her brother.

Shrieking in pain, the boy struggled to get his attacker off. The zombie then pulled back, dragging the child kicking and screaming outside. More zombies joined in the meal that the window-breaking zombie had given them.
The young girl, sobbing, stood there not knowing what to do. She then heard a soft purring sound, not a cat's for it sounded dangerous...

She turned slowly, looking down the hallway that led to the front door. A large, reptilian man stood in front of her, eying her like a predator would his prey. Her small eyes caught sight of its lanky arms and the bloody claws at the end. Her body froze when she saw a chunk of hair and bloody skin caught in its claw tips. The hair was the same as her mother's.

She closed her eyes tightly when the monster sprung towards her roaring. She prayed her death would be short.

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Roaring in what was almost inhuman rage, the blue-haired teenager slammed her chair down on the zombie's head. The zombie moaned and crumpled to the floor. Krystal did not stop her assault, and attacked the zombie's head until the leg stabbed through the skull and crushed a hole through the brain.

Panting, her chest heaving with every large breath, Krystal slumped against the wall. She remembered the kid that she had just killed. He was an okay guy, and was in a couple of her classes. She remembered he had a liking to art and paintings but was only mediocre on his own. He had vowed to become better and had sometimes asked her for her opinion on his work. He had improved in just a couple months from her feedback. The guy had so much potential...

But now he was dead. No, he was past dead. He was, as the fictional way of putting it would be, undead. He had become a monster, a cannibal, a being that would think nothing of murdering other humans to quench its need. He no longer had a future, no chance of ever achieving his dreams.

Krystal felt her emotions grow not to sorrow but to rage. This boy was dead, his life had been wasted by this holocaust of a plague. Why? WHY?! What had he done to deserve a fate worse than death? What had anyone, save Shaun, ever done that could be this punishable?

She gripped her chair harder but loosened her grip when she remembered something. The chair was becoming weaker, the plastic seat starting to break off. Once it did, she would have to find a new weapon...

Here she was, pondering over weapons to use to slay her former classmates. I'm only eighteen and my life is already a shit-faced hellhole..., she growled to herself.

The moan of another zombie came to her attention, and she looked around to see another of those bastard creatures shambling towards her. She recognized the zombie's former self through the tarnished skin and sunken eyes. The zombie had once been one of the cheerleaders, a smart girl who kept her grades up to stay on the team. Unlike some of the other cheerleaders, the girl had been a very friendly gal who had talked to Krystal a couple times, and she had been such a sweet gal. The boys almost drooled when she walked around school, her long amber hair bouncing with every step and her radiant smile glowing like the sun.

Now that smile was gone and her mouth coated in quadulated blood. The amber hair was rotten and molting from the scalp, and the once cheery voice was an inhuman moan of hunger. Another life ruined by this... madness.

Krystal, her hatred boiling up, approached the zombie and with an angry shout, brought down her weapon to crush the girl's head.

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Elaine Alfred bit into her fingers hard, a habit she always did when nervous or afraid. She came close to drawing blood, as she watched the zombie-like people stumble into the restaurant and attack the customers and staff.
The floor was covered with a thin coat of blood and the air was filled with the smell of it. Death cries, curses and moans were the only sounds that could be heard. The zombies were still coming from the doors like a fountain; they kept on coming and there never seemed to be a shortage of them.

When a zombie swung its hefty arms at Elaine, she screamed and jumped back, tripping over a chair. When she fell to the floor, the zombie collapsed on top of her, mouth gaping. Straining with all her might, she kept the teeth of the beast away from her neck but it was a losing battle.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw one of the other waitresses watching her being attacked. Instead of helping Elaine, however, the young lady ran away without so much as looking back. She cursed her silently as she continued to wrestle with the hungry zombie.

I'm gonna die here, she thought bitterly. Falco, Krystal, Jessica, Jason... I'm so sorry! Please be okay!

Then the zombie was suddenly kicked in the head, stunning the creature for a few seconds. A second kick knocked the beast off of her, and a strong hand lifted her up. She saw her rescuer was one of the chefs, a big man whom she had always thought was a little bit too pompous. He was the last person she thought would rescue her but she was not complaining.

Get out of here, he grunted to her. The back door's your best bet! He then lifted his weapon, a large cutting knife, and brought it down on the zombie's neck, decapitating it. She flinched and jumped back, wondering how he found the stomach to do this.

Taking his advice, she ran for the back door. When she exited into the alleyway, she came upon another gruesome sight. The waitress who had left her to die was being eaten alive by three zombies. One stopped his meal to look over at Elaine, blood dripping from his mouth. Elaine ran as fast as she could, the zombie missing her by only a few inches when he reached for her. She made her way to the parking lot, trying to block out the screams of the dying and the dead.

Luckily, the zombies were not in her way to her car, so she made a beeline directly for it. While she was frantically working at the lock, she saw a fleeing man being pecked viciously by a flock of crows. Blood was dripping from his face and shoulders, and when he fell to the ground, the crows dove down to finish the job.

When she leapt into her car, a zombie grabbed her left arm. She screamed and tried to pull back but the zombie held firm. She kicked at the zombie's head, and her high heel stabbed it right in the eye. The ghoul let out what seemed like a pained moan as she started her car. Outright flooring the car, Elaine sped out of the driveway and back to her house.

Had she looked behind for one second, she would have seen the brave chef that saved her life being pulled outside and eating by the horde of zombies.

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A trembling teenager was hiding in a corner on the second floor of Lilypad High School. She could not help making the scared sounds that kept escaping from her lips. Tears stained her face, which she hid in her knees.

The zombies had attacked during the dance, one of them almost catching her. She had seen her brother and her best friend murdered there, killed by those monsters. Then, before her very eyes, her own brother and her closest friend stood back up and started killing people. Not only that but they were eating their victims! She had been standing in rigid terror as she saw her brother bite into a person's neck to kill them, then continue eating the dead person.

When the doors had been broken open, she ran. She had run to an exit but it had been locked. She almost broke her shoulder throwing herself against it, trying to force it open. It was no good however, and she had to run upstairs to avoid a group of zombies that were heading for her.

Now here she was, defenseless, scared and sick, hiding in a corning at school. She sobbed loudly, and made a feeble effort to wipe the tears from her eyes. The moans of the undead could be heard from the first floor, yet in the past few minutes, she could have sworn she heard other sounds. There had been ones that faintly sounded like gun shots, and she heard some people shouting as well. It made no difference to her though; she would never go down there. She would wait until help arrived, and only then she would move.

She then heard footsteps heading her way, as well as some very heavy breathing. The girl looked up to see a student with bright red skin enter the hallway. This was no zombie, it was a humanoid monster. The rotting brown ponytail was matted with blood, and dark red smoke huffed from her mouth.

Olivia, who had once been Krystal's good friend, had smelt the living flesh from downstairs and had chased after it. Spying her prey in the corner, she wasted no time in running towards. With mutated claw-like hands reaching forward and mouth gaping, she sprinted with ungodly speed towards the helpless girl.

The young student screamed and threw her hands up in feeble protection. She shrieked at the monster, pleading for it to spare her. She felt the creature swipe at her and the gust of wind it created. Blood splattered on her face, and when she opened her eyes, she saw that the monster had slashed off half of her hand. She went into shock and never even noticed the Crimson Head biting into her neck.

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The zombies broke into a house and wasted no time in searching for prey. The lady of the house had been tackled and killed before she could even let out a scream. When the man saw them, he started shouting for his daughter to lock the door. He had tried to get his firearm from his room but that only took care of a couple zombies before they swarmed over him and ate him alive.

The daughter had done her father's last request and locked the door. She had been holding a sleep over, and her six friends were all in the same room. A room without a window, without any way to escape. The zombies threw themselves at the door, trying fiercely to break it open. Slowly but surely they were, and the poor girls inside the room were crying in fear.

When the door gave away and the zombies staggered in, the girls screamed and started throwing everything they could at them. This only slowed down the zombies a tiny bit, as they grabbed ahold of each girl one by one and tore at their throats and soft skin.

The host of the sleep over tried to put a sleeping bag over a zombie. It worked on that one but another zombie grabbed her from behind and bit at her head. She screamed in pain as a few more zombies joined in on killing and eating her.

It was soon down to the last girl, a girl with long brown hair. She was panting hard in terror, her blue eyes bulging almost out of her skull. She watched as the zombie in the sleeping bag tore out from its prison, and came after her. Shrieking a foul word she had once heard her sister say on the phone, the young girl, she bolted for the door. Shoving the zombies as she ran, she made it to the broken door.

A rotting hand reached out and grabbed her by the hair. She was pulled back, kicking and screaming, as the zombies closed in. One bit her shoulder, another took a chunk out of her leg. The girl lashed out hard, whipping her limbs at the zombies to knock them away. Yet they kept coming, tearing away at her neck until blood coated the carpet under her.

The young girl did not even have last thoughts before she died. The zombies continued to eat the nine corpses in the house without disturbances.

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A jeep on the outskirts of Lilypad City creeped towards the infected location. The driver and the three other passengers could faintly hear the sounds of the dead moaning, the cries of the living, and the smoke billowing from recent fires.

It's started already, damn it! cursed the driver, pounding the steering wheel with both of his fists. Man, what was she thinking, going into town alone?

We didn't know that Umbrella would lose control of the Virus that quickly, one of the passengers said, running a hand through his short, black hair. Anyway, when Jill has a plan, you can't stop her.

said the young lady sitting behind him. Her dark red hair bobbed in the light wind that carried the stench of death. Anyway, she's safe; I gave her that antivirus pill we found in our last raid.

You gave that to her? said the man in back. Did you know it was going to be dangerous here? When were you planning on telling me this?

She didn't know, bro', the gal sitting next to him said. She just thought it would be a good safety precaution.

People always like to tell me these things last, grumbled the man as he lit a cigarette. Before he could smoke it, however, the lady next to him plucked it from his hand and tossed it out onto the road. She smiled playfully at his surprised expression.

You're quitting, remember? she giggled. The man grumbled something about annoying little sisters as he began to sulk.

Guess we'd better go in and save her then, the driver said, pressing his foot down on the petal. His blond hair whipped in the wind as the four beings drove closer to the city of death.

It was a strange, uncomfortable feeling of deja vu for all of them; this was the second time they would be in an infected city.