CHAPTER 9 TRAPPED

Chris watched in frustration as pieces of helicopter rained from the sky, their escape. He absently shook his head and walked over to where Rebecca and Jill lay in pain. Jill broke her left leg. And Rebecca had a major head injury, and was just finally started to wake up.

"Okay," Barry said next to him. "Not much equipment survived the blast. Everybody still has their sidearm and blade, but we're going to need more than that." He said, pointing hundreds of zombies below, pounding at the barricaded doors.

"There's one .44 Magnum- which I'm taking." He laughed. "A .50 caliber sniper rifle, not much ammo though, only the rounds left in its magazine. Ah… five grenades, a rocket launcher with a single shell, and of all things- a couple remote mines." He said, stroking his beard and looking down at Rebecca and Jill.

Before Chris could reply, John and Leon were already walking towards the entrance to the building, handguns drawn and ready for action. Barry looked at Chris, Chris looked at Barry. They both nodded and pulled out a chosen gun and ran to the door.

"Ready?" John asked. Barry nodded and cocked his Magnum. John kicked the door open, his massive frame almost completely taking up the door's frame.

"Hell." He muttered as he fired three shots, then dove to the side. The whole time this happened, the others couldn't see a thing.

Chris caught a seconds glance of a large man firing what looked like an M16, then he was falling to the ground, a bullet slamming into his stomach like a boulder. Blood shot out of his mouth almost as fast as the bullet.

He hit the ground, hard. He felt dazed, confused; disoriented. Rebecca was suddenly at his side, and everything was slowing down, he couldn't hear anything even though there were shouts and bullets spraying in every direction, too fast. Leon handgun looked more like a machine pistol, and now Rebecca was digging something into him, telling him… something.

"I'm fine!" He shouted, he couldn't hear himself though. He tried getting up, but stopped short when Rebecca inserted a needle into his arm-

Melissa slammed the butt of her gun into Ramone's head, then, kicked Alex in the stomach, sending her flying backwards and into a table. It cracked slightly. Wanda was by her side, firing a riot pistol into the crowd, the rubber rounds crashing into her teams heads and knees.

The whole time this was happening, the prisoners just sat and watched desperately to see who would win the fight. But in the end, she and Wanda pushed them back.

Melissa tossed Kenneth her own riot pistol, it flew through the air, sadly, he didn't notice it.

"OW!" He shouted as it cracked against the side of his head, idiot. He was always a little slow on things.

"Grab it damnit!" She shouted as she barely dodged a rubber bullet fired from Phyllis. That's it, this had gone far enough, they were all going to be killed before they even met the S.T.A,R.S. Although James already had the pleasure of doing so, he was busy spraying rounds at them, they probably wouldn't even get through.

BRACKA-BRACKA-BRACKA! Her machine gun flashed bright orange as rounds shattered an overhead glass decoration. Everyone jumped and immediately stopped what they were doing.

"Listen, let's just stop right now and get back to our mission. Jessica was infected anyway. And besides, the STARS are about to move in, let's stop them before they even get off the roof…" She said, loading a fresh mag into the gun.

Sarah looked down at the small gun that hit the betraying bastard in the head. She silently bent over and picked it up, and put it behind her back. She looked around, Seth was the closest one to her.

"Pssst!" She whispered, he turned his head.

"What?" He asked.

"Here, take this." She whispered, sliding the sleek gun into his hands.

"Whoa, not me. I want to stay alive as long as possible!" the kid said, brat. The next person was the badly wounded soldier, Tyler.

"Here, take this!" She said silently, sliding it into his vest. He looked down at her and gave a quick nod, then started whispering something To Ron.

"Yes, we finally have somewhat of a chance!" She thought.

Barry dove behind a pillar, and saw Chris take a round to the gut.

"Chris!" Jill and Barry shouted simultaneously. Rebecca somehow managed the strength to get up and walk over to him, and Jill crawled slowly after.

"You bastards!" Barry shouted as he aimed his favorite .44 magnum down the stairs. It was the very same gun that Jill had given back to him back at the Umbrella estate years ago when Lisa Trevor attacked. Yet, it was still in tiptop condition, just like all of his guns were.

He targeted a large male manning an M60, his nametag read "James".

"Goodbye James…" Barry dimly thought as he squeezed the trigger. The explosive crack was almost as loud as the round crashing into the man's skull and shattering it. The round killed him so fast, he couldn't even see what hit him, couldn't even stop firing his weapon. Rounds fired blindly, and hit a young woman next to him in the leg. Her nametag read "Alex".

John jumped up and stormed down the stairs, Then grabbed Alex by the throat before she could lift a finger.

"Bitch!" He spat as his death grip continued to kill her.

"John, wait!" David Trapp shouted, running down the bullet riddled stairs, jumping over the torn up body. John didn't let go, instead he put two hands around her neck. David punched him in the side of his face, he quickly let go then just as Leon ran next to them.

"Th-thank you." Alex said to David. "Please, just get those poor prisoners out of there, my Captain's gone mad, she told us you were bad, trying to kill us all. She's now even killing her own teammates, she gunned down an innocent police man." Pleaded the woman, Barry couldn't help but believing her, nobody could fake that act.

"Chris? Chris!" Someone shouted-

S! Rebecca was losing Chris, and fast. He was now unconscious, and only taking small, shallow breaths. Without thinking, she pulled a needle and syringe out of her case and injected morphine into his arm. He would probably be hurting like hell when he woke up, if he woke up.

She now heard John and David screaming, not in pain from a wound, but at someone. John sounded like he was strangling someone, which he probably was, it was what he was best at doing.

"He always has to do that." Chris whispered. Rebecca grinned and looked down, and although he must have been in a world of pain, he managed to put on a weak smile.

"Chris!" Jill exclaimed as she crawled up next to him. Before another word could be said, John threw a woman out onto the roof. He was closely followed by David and Barry.

Damn, James was just shot, and Melissa was hiding in the shadows watching Alex be strangled by a large, tan muscular man. At first, she aimed her rifle, she could have easily taken out the three men that had surrounded her. But instead, she slowly lowered it, Alex had tried to kill her with a knife not five minutes ago, she'd get what she deserved. After the smaller man barely saved Alex from the death grip, they led her back onto the roof.

Melissa quickly pulled out her knife and stabbed herself in the leg, screamed for a few seconds, then ran down the stairs and into the main lobby where everyone else was waiting, ready for action.

"Th-they got James, shot him down like a bunch of wild animals! They also took away Alex, alive. I tried helping- but th-they stabbed me!" She cried in almost a plea. Truth was, the wound was only a flesh wound, she'd live and be healed in just a few days.

"Holy s, Alex…" Ramone whispered, he always had a thing for her. Phyllis was instantly at her side, beginning to patch her up. Up on the roof, a lone gunshot was heard, Alex's death shot. Followed by multiple footsteps trudging down the stairs, they were coming…

Tyler slowly let his hand creep down to the riot pistol, it was now or never. When the STARS stormed into the room, and a firefight began, he whipped it out and aimed it at the closest person, Jeremy.

PFFT! PFFT! The small rubber rounds smashed into the back of his skull, making him stumble and grunt in pain, just in time for Ron to run up behind him and grab him from behind.

There was a sickening snap as Ron broke his neck and dropped his to the ground, then grab the bag containing everyone's previous weapons before those asss took them. He tossed Derrick his nine millimeter, loaded with hollow point rounds. He caught it and gave a quick nod.

"I'll get them out of here!" He shouted. Tyler ran over to the fallen soldier and grabbed his Desert Eagle, then lifted it. Directly in front of him was Phyllis, with her hands raised high in the air.

"Please, I-"

KA-BLAM! Tyler pulled the trigger and shot Ramone in his leg, Phyllis didn't deserve to be shot, she helped him after all, and was the nicest person there. From the corner of his eye, he saw Melissa fleeing.

Seth looked at the vile in his shaking hands. When the firefight broke out, and everyone somehow managed to get free and join in, he just ran into the closest room, which happened to be a lab of some sort. He read the name of the liquid that was labeled out loud.

"G-virus, what the hell is that?" He muttered. Suddenly, the doors flew open- and in stumbled Melissa, she had apparently taken a shot to her left arm. Blood flowed freely down her arm and onto the black metal of the rifle she was armed with. The blood gave the weapon a dangerous look, it made it look as if it'd killed a lot of people. Her gun was up in an instant, and aimed at his heart.

"Give that sample to me." She said coldly, not wavering a bit. Seth felt a thing sheet of sweat form on his forehead, but he wasn't about to hand the virus over that could possibly kill millions of people.

"No, and if you shoot me, I'm going to let go of it, break it." Seth replied. She thought for a bit, then lowered the gun.

"Find what do you want then? I can give you anything. " She said with a shy smile.

/i What does she mea- oh hell no/i Seth thought, then suddenly, like a godsend, and Idea formed in his head.

"Ok," He said. "You can have it."

"Really?" She asked. Seth smiled evilly, then threw the virus at her as hard as he could. The action was so sudden, so unexpected that Melissa didn't have time to catch it, to move.

It shattered open upon impact with her face. The dark purple liquid melted her face away, Melissa screamed.

Derrick ducked just as three rounds crashed into the wall behind him, then he suddenly heard a distress scream in the next room. He crab walked backwards so nobody would have a shot at him, and opened the large double doors and saw-

"What the f is that!"

Seth watched in horror as he smooth face began melting away in large, wet globs. The gooey flesh chunks dripped to the ground and formed small puddles of gunk. Her cheek bones were now visible, but were being melted away quickly. It sounded like wet wood on an open fire.

Melissa screamed again, this time in pain, it was so loud, in fact it was too loud. Glass bottle and other nick knacks shook, some even fell to the ground and shattered as the scream continued.

Her head snapped off and fell to the ground, but her upper body stayed up, and began to mutate. Her combat vest was shredded off as she grew taller, ten feet taller. Spikes shot out of her bare breasts and across the room.

Her skin started turning a blackish color, her army pants were ripped off, all the clothing that remained was her bunny underwear. Seth started chuckling at that, but immediately stopped when she roared, and the flesh puddles on the ground formed together into a large puddle and flowed up and chest into the center.

It formed her old human face, but that was it. Four tentacles shot up out of her back, and she started advancing towards him. The face on her chest started screaming though. Seth sprinted for the doors and ran into Derrick who was in a state of shock, watching her slowly come, raise a tentacle to his head and-

Derrick slowly looked up, astonished at what he saw. He barely noticed Seth shove by him and back into the firefight. The monster towered over him by at least four feet. And when the monster thrust its back backwards and let out a roar- no, it was more of a shriek, he realized that it had once been the USF commander, Melissa. A small, snake-like tentacle slowly slithered out of her upper chest like a cobra, and suddenly struck lightening quick like one too.

If it weren't for his two years in the SWAT, and four in police, he would have already been dead. Fortunately, he wasn't. Diving to the side, he caught a quick glimpse of Melissa's face that seemed to be pasted onto her chest. It looked normal, yet, it didn't. It seemed to be melted into it, like oil in water.

He crashed into a potted plant, hard. It shattered over his weight, sending little shards all over him, and inside him.

"Gah!" He cried out in pain, about a half dozen pieces were firmly lodged into his hip, but he'd manage. His handgun skidded to a halt behind an overturned table, people from both sides were now screaming and cursing at what they saw, some even trying to do harm, but it the only affect it seemed to have was pissing her off even more.

Though, he didn't get up, he simply lay where he fell, bleeding in agony. Finally, when Melissa shot something at him, and it shattered another pot not ten feet away from him, he managed the strength and courage to get up, and run like hell. He crouched behind the table and scooped up the weapon, automatically checking to make sure it was loaded.

Somebody was beside him, but he didn't take much notice, and as he was getting ready to aim and fire, he felt the cool, sleek metal of a handgun nuzzling into his head.

"Drop it." Said a male voice smoothly, it was Ramone.

"What are you crazy? We need to put her down and fas-"

"I said drop it!" He hissed angrily, the top row of his teeth was showing as he gave a shark-like grin, like he had something planned.

Derrick sighed and let the gun fall from he sweaty grasp, it clattered to the ground.

"Good, now give me your-" Ramone started, but was unfortunately cut off when a large, blade-like thing exploded the table he was leaning against- and impaled him.

Ramone looked around, startled; shocked. At first he didn't know what happened, until he looked down at his chest and saw a large claw sticking out of it. He screamed, and in blind panic let his handgun slip from his fingers as the monster- Melissa started lifting her claw.

Wood splintered and pelted over Derrick's shocked form as he watched Ramone be lifted into the air, the claw had now split into his upper shoulder, blood steadily dripped to the ground as Melissa threw him into a sidewall. One of the STARS members, a large bearded guy jumped out of the way, just in time as Ramone crashed into the wall. Dust powdered over his matted hair as he desperately reached for a grenade with his good arm, without luck.

Melissa cried out in fury as she lifted her right arm over her deformed, horrifying body and hurled it into his head. The three claws made a wet, snapping sound as they shredded his neck apart. She then lifted her talons up, along with what was left of Ramone into the air, and seemed to be inspecting his corpse or dying body.

With a roar of disgust, she lifted her other hand in the air, which now had one long, sword like talon on it. In an instant, she neatly sliced it through the air, through Ramone's head.

"Holy s." Tyler breathed as he saw Melissa kill yet another one of her teammates.

"Melissa…" Kenneth moaned beside him, whimpering at the very sight at what had once probably been his love.

"Shut up- oh damn, here she comes!" Tyler shouted, but Kenneth was already a step ahead of him.

Tyler got up and started stumbling away, but ran into a young woman in a blue T-shirt who was carrying a very large gun, rocket launcher.

They both fell to the ground clumsily; Tyler quickly sat up and saw a little patch on her pants that read "J. Valentine".

"I-I'm-"

"Don't worry about it, help me lift this up!" She said, partly lifting the large launcher. Tyler held the front, while she held the back.

When Melissa took a giant step towards them, she fired.

There was a whoosh as the rocket was sent on its way. Melissa screamed when she saw what had happened, when she looked death right in the eye.

KA-WHAM! Both he and the girl flew back, Tyler hit the ground first, and she landed on his stomach, where he had been shot hours before. He cried out in pain just as a gust of blood washed over them both. The girl screamed in agony as blood and gore splashed her face, staining it a deep red.

Tyler slowly opened his eyes, and shouted when he saw Melissa standing right in front of them, angry as hell.

Barry Burton quickly pulled out his Magnum and aimed, but didn't have a clean shot. That- that thing was hit square in the chest by the rocket, and had simply pieced itself back together when shot. He highly doubted that his now pathetic gun would do any harm, but he had to try.

It had Jill trapped, along with a US soldier by the uniform, one of the good ones unlike the one he had to put down on the roof that pulled a gun on him.

Phyllis handed the STARS medic- Rebecca, her name was Rebecca, a .223 semi-automatic rifle.

"Are you a good shot? People are wounded all over the place, and I'll need someone to cover me." She breathed.

"No," Rebecca quickly replied. "I might be good at a target range… but not under pressure." She quickly handed the rifle back.

"I'll go." Rebecca said. Phyllis nodded and adjusted her scope.

"Go."

Seth inwardly screamed at himself, it was a stupid thing to do, throwing the virus. Hell, he could now even be infected, they could all be infected! He was suddenly grabbed by the neck.

"What did you do to her?" He said coldly, his face had a hard, cold expression.

"I didn't-" Kenneth's grip tightened a little, cutting him off and making it very hard to breath.

"I'll ask you again, what happened in there?" He pointed to the lab.

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