Resident Evil Volume 4 Chapter 30


  and she knew that once she had a chance to rest,

she'd be fine.

"We have to get out of here, now," Leon said, an urgency in his voice that made Rebecca open her eyes,

the warm and sleepy feelings instantly gone.

"What is it?" David asked, his voice going just as sharp.

John turned and started carrying her down the hall,

quickly, calling back over his shoulder. "We'll tell you on the way up, but we've gotta go ASAP, no joke."

"John?" She said, and he looked down at her, throwing her a small smile, his dark eyes telling a

different story.

"We'll be fine," he said, "you just relax, start

making up stories to tell us about your war wounds."

She'd never seen him look so uneasy, and she

started to tell him that she was wounded, not

stupid when a tremendous, thundering crash came from

somewhere ahead, a sound like walls being torn

down, like glass exploding, like a bull in a china

shop - and John spun around, running back the way

they'd come - then she couldn't see, but heard Claire's

gasp, heard David say, "Oh, my God," in breathless disbelief, and felt her tired heart start to pound in

fear.

Something very bad was coming.

 

TWENTY-THREE

GODDAMMIT, NOT FAST ENOUGH.

In a cloud of dust and rubble, cracked concrete and

plaster, Fossil burst into the hall across from the

elevator like a vision of hell. Its snout and hands were

red, splashes of violent color against its sickly white

skin, its giant, impossible body filling the corridor.

"Clip!" Leon screamed, not taking his gaze from the looming monster, still a hundred feet in front of

them and not nearly far enough. He drew his empty

H&K and ejected the clip, barely aware that it was

Claire who handed him another as Fossil took a step

toward them...

... and David was firing the M-16, the clatter of

rounds blasting through the long hall, Fossil taking

another huge step forward as Leon slapped the clip

home. John was suddenly next to him, grabbing a rifle

mag from David, Claire on David's other side, all of

them targeting the creature.

Leon found the monster's right eye and squeezed

the trigger, the roar of his nine-millimeter lost in the

combined explosive firepower, all of them firing -

bambambam, the sounds blending together,

deafening, Fossil tilting its head to one side as if

curious, taking another step into the wall of bullets.

"Fall back!" David shouted, and Leon backed up a step, horrified by Fossil's lack of wounds. If they were

causing it any pain at all Leon couldn't see it, but it

was all they had. He tried for the eye again...

... and heard Claire screaming something, glanced

away long enough to see that she had a grenade out,

that she was handing it to David.

"Go, go, go!" David shouted, and John grabbed Leon's arm and they turned and ran, Claire pacing them, Leon praying that they were far enough away

not to be hit by the shreds of hot metal.

Claire ran, terrified, thinking that she'd never seen

anything like it. A blood-painted fishbelly nightmare,

a curved grin of wickedly sharp teeth and its hands,

the too-long fingers stained red -

- what is it, how is it -

"Fire in the hole!" David screamed, and Claire pushed off the cement, trying to fly, seeing in that

airborne second Rebecca's pale, strained face, the girl

slumped against the back wall still a hundred feet

away...

... and BOOM, she was flying, John to her right, a

warm body falling against her back - and they all hit

the floor, Claire trying to take it on the shoulder,

landing too heavily on her arm instead.

Ow ow ow!

David had thrown himself against her, either on

purpose or from the blast, and as she sat up, turning,

she saw him grimace in pain. She saw two, three pieces

of dark metal stuck to his back, pinning the black fleece

to his skin, and reached out to help him...

... and saw the monster still standing. Brushing at

its chest and belly, at the blackened patches from the

frag grenade. A few shards had pierced its flesh, but

she thought - it was hard to tell from its silence,

from the way it took another step toward them it

looked seemingly unfazed. It opened its mouth, its

heavy lizard jaws - exposing strings of some un-

known meat stuck between its jagged teeth. Silently, it

took another step forward, grinning its carnivorous

grin, and Claire imagined that she could smell the

bloody meat of its breath, of whatever lay rotting in

its guts...

SNAP OUT OF IT!

She crawled to her feet, ignoring the pain in her

arm, reaching down to grab David's outstretched

hand and pull him up. The second he was on his feet

she pointed her nine-millimeter and started to fire

again, knowing it wasn't enough, not knowing what

else to do.

Four points of injury, all in his upper back, all

burning and sharp. David hissed air between his

teeth, decided the pain bearable, and put it aside until

further notice. The freakish monster wasn't down, it

may have slowed but it wasn't stopping, and they

didn't have anything bigger to throw at it than what

they'd already tried.

Run, we'll have to run...

Even as he thought it, he was opening his mouth to

shout, to be heard over John and Leon and Claire as they emptied their weapons, the rounds as useless as

the grenade had been. "John, get Rebecca! Fall back, we can't stop it!"

John was gone, Leon and Claire sidling backwards,

firing just as he was - on the slim chance that it was

doing some damage, that one of the rounds might hit

something that could be hurt.

"David, we could go through the test, reinforced

steel!" John shouted, and David wasn't sure what he was talking about but he understood "reinforced

steel." It probably wouldn't stop the mutant animal,

but it might slow it down enough for them to regroup,

to work out some plan.

"Do it!" David shouted, and the monster took two, three strides toward them, apparently no longer inter-

ested in a hesitant approach. At that speed, it would

be on them in scant seconds.

"Run, after John!" He screamed, and gave Leon and Claire a heartbeat of cover before he turned and

ran after them.

Steel, reinforced steel - A mantra that looped

through his racing thoughts as he sprinted, Claire and

Leon turning the corner, the cement curve whipping

past him as he saw Rebecca and John in the room at

the end of the hall. The room where the madman had

gone.

"David, hit the buttons, close the door!" John

shouted, and David saw the controls, the small lights

above the rounded knobs, and veered toward them,

still at a dead run.

Claire and Leon were inside. David shot his arm

out and slammed his open hand into the largest

button on the panel, hoping he'd chosen the right

one - and he was through, even as a sheet of metal

guillotined the air behind him, close enough for him

to feel it on the back of his neck.

He spun around just in time to see the heavy white

body of the hybrid creature slam into the door, its

chest smashing against the thick, warped window set

into the thick metal. The door shivered in its tracks,

and David could see that it wouldn't stand for long.

Please hold, just for a moment...

He turned, saw Leon at the smaller hatch on the

south wall, saw the horror in his eyes, the color

leached from his face, his trembling hand on the

door's lever.

"Locked," he said, and outside, the monster

smashed into the door again.

Reston heard the noise when he was trying to figure

out how to climb into the Avi kennel. The pen was about twelve feet off the ground, an open hole in the

wall, and there was no ladder; the closest tree was a

good seven feet away, impossible - but his only other

way out of the test was the way he'd come, and he

didn't dare go back out into the main hall. He'd about

made up his mind to attempt climbing the tree to try

the jump when the rending crashes had seeped into

the room from Phase Two.

Reston walked toward the connecting door, curious

in spite of his fear. The phases were heavily sound-

proofed; a noise like that could only be from a bomb,

or a wrecking crew...

... which means bomb. They've planted explosives after all, the monsters.

Reston waited by the door for a moment, but didn't

hear anything else. The lone Dac let out a cry from

somewhere across the chamber, the fight apparently

taken out of it with the loss of its siblings; it hadn't

tried to attack.

Explosives...

Phase Two was directly behind control, a double-

thick wall between them, which had to mean that

the renegades had blown up the control center, the

most important - and most expensive - room in the

Planet. They couldn't have chosen a better target;

the facility was practically worthless with control

destroyed.

But perhaps they've given me another way out...

Reston wasn't going to make any bets as to whether

or not the barbarous mercenaries had finally gone,

leaving the broken remains of the Planet behind -

- but if they have...

If they had, he'd be able to walk out. Maybe just

walk away and not just from the Planet, but from

White Umbrella. He was reasonably certain that

Jackson would kill him for what had happened...

... but not if Reston disappeared.

A few hundred thousand to Hawkinson, a ride to a

safe place...

It could work, if he timed it right, if he changed his

name and identity and went far, far away. It would

work.

Nodding to himself, he cracked open the door to

Two, not sure what to expect, but it was still a

surprise to see the massive, gaping holes in two of the

desert's walls and the cement and wood and steel

blown to pieces; each ragged opening was at least ten

feet across, perhaps twenty feet high. He didn't see

smoke anywhere, but imagined that the saboteurs had

used some high-tech compound, some material that

scum like that always seemed to have access to.

The heat was still high, and the lights were blazing,

but it was definitely cooler with the new ventilation

and though he stood for long seconds listening, he

didn't hear a sound that might indicate their pres-

ence. Unless it was some kind of trap...

Reston shook his head, amused by his own para-

noia. Now that he'd decided to be free, to leave

behind the ruins of his life, he felt a kind of elation.

A sense of new possibilities, even of rebirth. They were

gone, their mission accomplished, the Planet wasted.

Reston walked across the hot sands, stepping over

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