After pulling the scalpel from the dead scientist's neck and glancing around the room she hurried towards the door. As she clutched the small amount of clothing she had she leaned out of the door to check for danger. It seemed clear, all she saw was a huge glass stairwell that stretched up into an impossible amount of floors. The screaming seemed to be coming from the floors above.
She knew it was now or never so quietly she stepped out of the room and onto what as sign said was the 39th floor. Unfortunately, her plan for a quiet exit immediately came to an end as the second her foot touched the other side of the threshold a red light began to thrash and a computerised voice began rang through her ears. "Project Caylin has escaped, I repeat Project Caylin has escaped."
That's my name. How did they know my name?
This puzzled her for a moment until she realised that they probably had her down in her mother's files. The voice continued. "Subdue if possible, kill if necessary."
As the voice started to repeat the order of her capture or execution Caylin headed for the stairs to go down but stopped at the sign. She realised that it didn't just say 39th it said -39th. It took her a second before it clicked in her mind. The facility is underground otherwise it would have never gone so unnoticed in such a big city. This sudden knowledge made her turn around and head up instead.
She ran too full flights and saw nothing, the whole time she kept glancing back to see if she was being followed. As her feet hit the 37th floor she turned her head to look back in front of her and came face to face with the first of the dead she'd seen in a while. She couldn't say she'd missed them. By the looks of it it was the leftovers of a Chinese business man. It watched her for just a second and she hoped that by some miracle it would decide it wasn't hungry and stumble away since a scalpel wasn't that much of a weapon.
Unsurprisingly it opened its rotten mouth and lunged for her shoulder.
Straight away her new senses kicked in and she leapt gracefully out of the way with precise ease. She turned back to the threat which had fallen a few steps down the stairs. Slowly it turned back around before running at her again, spraying the blood of its last victim from its mouth as it did.
As he came closer she ran straight towards it and as it reached touching distance she grabbed it by the neck and slammed it on its back before stabbing the scalpel into its skull. Once she was sure it was dead she straightened up and leaned against the wall. She was already finding the changes to her capability overwhelming. "What the hell did they do to me?" She whispered to herself before carrying on up the stairs.
Five floors later showed little more than blood and bodies- both of those recently living and those who have been dead for a long time. She would have carried on up if she hadn't seen a sign that read 'Military Personnel Storage'. She figured that it would contain exactly what she need so she headed to where it pointed. The door was locked and had an electronic identification panel that needed a finger print. Out of pointless hope she pressed her finger to it anyway which caused the computerised voice to appear again. "Access denied."
Again and again the same two words sounded from invisible speakers until finally in frustration she put her fist through the device. After a quick spark and some smoke the door opened.
Looking inside Caylin couldn't help smirking. "Bingo."
Not only did the room contain a huge choice in weapons but the combat gear that the Umbrella soldiers wore. Ripping off the cloth she grabbed a vest top, combats trousers and boots, the seemingly of duty clothing. Purposely she avoided anything that bore that sickening logo that represented the company. Once dressed, she turned towards the armoury side of the room. She went straight for the set of pistols on one side- she'd always been a sucker for dual shooting. A shoulder bag full of ammunition, a shotgun, a belt of magazines and a knife later she was ready to get the hell out of there.
"Put your hands behind your head and get down on the ground."
Caylin turned around to face the owner of the voice and as if right on que came face to face with an Umbrella soldier. "I said get down on the ground."
Dropping the pistols, she made to drop to her knees but the second the soldier began to lower his rifle she grabbed the scalpel from her pocket and launched it at his head. "Waste not want not." She said as she grabbed her pistols and stepped over his body. "You can keep that by the way."