Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction ❯ Resident Evil: GP ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Marcus held the Baretta close to his head, the metal of the weapon against his skin bringing him a bit of peace as it always did in combat. He ignored the grunts in lobby, knowing he needed stealth if he was going to reach his apartment on 5th Street. There he could reload and try to contact his employer. He only hoped the radio worked. Trent was waiting on his report.

Trent was the only reason he was still in Golger. Any other employer would have been told to kiss it long ago. Trent was a different case. He’d be dead if it wasn’t for Trent and he was not about to refuse an order from him. If it wasn’t for Trent, I wouldn’t be in this mess either. He told that dark part of his mind to shut up. A mission was a mission, and he didn’t question any Trent sent him on. However, with the change in situation, he needed to contact Trent and find out what the fuck he was supposed to do now. He just had to find a way around the mindless sex hounds blocking the front exit.

He slipped around the corner. His training allowed him to ignore the lewdness and count bodies. He was not about to be surprised again. He saw the same six as before, four men and two women, and he knew he was clear to the stairs. He was going to try and find an unlocked room with access to the alley. If the alley was clear, he’d be able to move on. He wasn’t about to allow some guy who thought his ass might be a good fuck to get the better of him, but he was low on ammo after the excursion in the woods.

The stairs were clear and he moved up them as fast as he could, ignoring the creaks and moans under his feet. Even if the zombies did notice, he doubted they would keep up with him. He skipped the second floor. Even though the hall was clear, too many moans were coming from open doors for his tastes. He only had one more floor to go, and if it wasn’t safe, he’d have to figure out a new route.

A body caught his attention before he made the landing and his gun whipped toward it. The woman was down, blood dripping from the side of her head. Like every other woman he’d seen, she was bare and had cum stuck to her chest, stomach, and leaking out of her pussy and mouth. She must have been a fighter, but there was nothing he could do for her now. The cum would change her and, if she ever woke, she’d be too sex-crazed to be of any use.

Marcus kept the weapon trained down the hall, listening for other sounds, but the third floor seemed quiet. He did not lower his weapon as he moved down the hall, scanning for any sign of trouble. Escape would be high on his list, but he also wanted somewhere he could stop just long enough to chase away the awful images he’d seen.

As he stepped over the woman’s body, she stirred, groaning a little. His training froze him to the spot, his gun aimed at her should she wake, but she only whimpered a bit and turned her head, her eyes staying closed. Marcus waited a full count before continuing on.

The first three doors on his side were locked, and the fourth door had been broken in. The fifth was unlocked and seemed empty, but his instincts screamed at him that the room was dangerous and he didn’t hesitate in doing believing them. The sixth gave him the quiet room he wanted. He slipped in, gun aimed around, looking for any sign of danger. Once he found the room was clear, he shut the door to the hall and leaned against it, his eyes closed and his breathing long and deep. He wasn’t going to rest long. He still had a job to do, and Trent wasn’t going to wait forever.

The room was about what he’d expected for an apartment complex. The living room was sparse. Around the room were a few small pictures in frames placed haphazardly around the room. The furniture was bland, a small table with college books and papers scattered over it surrounded by two couches and an end table with a lamp on it. There were dishes with scraps of food on them in the sink. It looked like some college kid’s room, untouched by the insanity outside. However, there were subtle signs that something bad had happened in the room. Small blood spatters blended with the wallpaper on one wall and two of the chairs in the room were knocked over. The signs pointed to a possible attack, though whether the occupant had been the aggressor or the victim Marcus would never know. He had to focus on his present problem, but found himself thinking on the recent past.

He wondered again how his cover had been blown. It was supposed to be an easy infiltration mission. Trent had gotten him in as a security guard at a secret plant owned by Umbrella. His background checks had all passed and no one suspected his true mission. He didn’t know how his papers had gotten done by Trent, and he never asked. He’d just showed up, knowing his mission was to scope out the goings-on, get copies of any material he could safely smuggle out, and slip out once the mission was complete. If anything went wrong, he was supposed to contact Trent for further instructions on a hidden radio in his apartment. Only he knew the code to get to the safe it was stored in.

Trent had told him to be on guard, that there were disturbing experiments going on, but he still hadn’t been prepared for what he’d seen when he arrived. He had expected something bad, but what he’d seen turned his stomach. He’d even retched at the sight of the creatures they called Hunters with their slick green skin, large claws, and awful screeching call. It was probably for the best as it helped his cover.

He had dug his way in, making friends with some of the other security. He went so far as to go drinking with them and the local population. He’d kept his role, going along with the idea that things were secret. The guard named Carl had been an interesting mark, but he spent a lot of time trying to keep Carl’s big mouth shut. The guard talked way too much about things he wasn’t supposed to when he was drunk. Three times during their bar excursions Marcus had smacked him to keep him quiet. He doubted any of the times meant anything to the people he talked to but, for someone supposed to handle security, the guard really knew how to screw it up.

Marcus pushed off from the wall, tapping his gun slightly against his thigh as he wandered over to the couches. He had been sure that Umbrella was up to its eyes in ungodly things, but when he mentioned those to Trent, all he was told that he needed to dig deeper. Marcus hadn’t been sure what he was looking for, and Trent was not supplying any other information, so Marcus had decided to get a look at the computer files. He discovered a scientist’s password and stayed late, browsing the files to no avail. Nothing in his files about anything beyond the daily horrors they were breeding, and Trent was not interested in those at all.

Even though he’d gotten nothing, he must have been careless in some way because the scientists began to treat him with more caution when chatting. Especially Dr Rossman. The man was unstable at best and Marcus wanted to take a shower after talking with him. If stealth hadn’t been necessary, the man would have been found stabbed in some back alley by now.

His normal means closed off, he’d decided to sneak in early and get into the labs before anyone knew what he’d found. Most of the scientists slept on site, save those with families. He’d lifted a high-level keycard from one of the scientists at the end of the day. He’d memorized the layout to keep away from the sleeping quarters so he wouldn’t wake anyone. He’d been supplied with a high level password by Trent and, using the keycard, he’d rode the elevator down into the secret lab.

The information Trent provided allowed him to access Rossman’s computer and his hands began to sweat as he read. Though he didn’t understand most of the medical jargon, there was enough there to see that Rossman had modified a virus that screwed with a person’s brain. Even though it no longer turned people’s bodies to mush, the changes to someone’s brain scared Marcus to the core. Umbrella was delving into areas that stunk of evil. He wasn’t sure why Trent wanted this information, but he hoped it wasn’t to use it on his own. He owed Trent a lot, but this was going too far.

He copied all of the information he could onto disk. It would have to be enough. He was browsing files, trying to find the last bit he could get before someone walked in, when he came across a file called Plans. He thought he was opening up a file on further experiments. Instead, he found a chilling plan to steal the viruses and use it on the city to cover their escape. Edward Rossman must have believed the only people that would have been down here were those that had clearance to the lab, so only those that could come down must be in on the plot.

Marcus could not tear his eyes away from the way the virus had been modified this time, designed to amplify a man’s sexual desire to be the only thing he cared about. Knowing what he did about the virus from Trent, he understood what would happen once it was released. Rossman had also theorized that the virus would transfer from the male to the female in such a way to make her nothing but a sex slave, craving the cum like an addict. It was disgusting.

His focus on the unbelievable evil being listed allowed his guard to go down long enough for Doctor Garcia to get the drop on him. He’d been injected with some kind of sedative and he’d collapsed, staring up at the scientist as he’d blacked out. When he’d woken up, he’d been staring at a gun trained on him by one of the guards. He was bound and gagged and the two guards were taking him out of Golger to be executed.

He rubbed his temples, glad they’d underestimated him. He’d been hurt, but victorious. He stared down at the gun in his hands, trying to remember the name of the guard he’d taken it from. It wouldn’t come to him. There were so many names over the years that they just blended together into a mix of dead faces. Friendship was a word of convenience to him and the names were soon forgotten. Only the ghostly faces surrounded him at night, hovering around just as he closed his eyes. Those he remembered.
Would Marla’s soon be added to it? He had abandoned her even after she’d gone out of her way to help him when he was hurt. “It’s her own fault.” He’d tried to warn her about the dangers of Golger Point, that she wasn’t safe here, but she had to act like she could handle anything. When the men started converging, he told her to run. He hoped she was smart enough to do so.

Keep telling yourself that. Marcus thought. You left her behind, only concerned about your mission. Marcus stood, punching his hand. “I shouldn’t have left her behind...” he said to the empty room.

A thump from the adjoining bedroom distracted him from his self-pity. He snapped his gun up, aiming at the door. He approached it cautiously. He didn’t hear another noise, but it was enough to bring his senses on alert. He tested the doorknob, finding it to be unlocked. It opened into a small bedroom that was almost bare, just a mussed bed up near a window, a small closet, and a small end table with a lamp. He glanced around, wondering if his mind was playing tricks on him. He was jumping at shadows now. However, the window might just be his ticket out. The areas near the fire escapes were teeming with mindless swarms, but if the window led to an open area, he could make his way toward his room and Trent.

His overeager desire to get to someone who might help him let him be careless. As he stepped into the room, he realized he forgot to check behind the door. As he turned, a baseball bat filled his vision, a woman screamed in rage, and Marcus was seeing stars. A second and third blow hit his gun hand and the weapon clattered to the wooden floor. Marcus collapsed to the ground, trying to fend off his attacker. Thankfully, there wasn’t as much strength behind the blows as there could of been or he would have had broken bones.

He scooted back, the rush of air telling him he’d nearly had his face taken off. He tried to clear his vision as he backed into a wall. Once it did, he looked up to see a very frightened young woman pointing his gun at him. Not a good combination. Her brown hair was plastered around her face with sweat and her green eyes were darting around as she shoved the door shut with her foot, revealing the bat leaning on the wall. She was only dressed in a black bra and white panties. She was shaking, but at this close range, it wouldn’t matter. He’d be severely hurt or dead. “Okay, just calm down...”

“Fuck that!” she said, shoving the gun forward. “I’m not going to let a bastard like you near me! I’m not a sex toy!”

“Sex toy? You’re a child!” She was a teen, but it was all the same to him. Too young to consider. He backed up, trying to stand against the wall, but she advanced on him and he stayed down.

“You...you stay right there. I won’t be tricked again!” Sweat was pouring down her face and she slipped up on the bed, moving back toward the window.

“You can’t go out that way. You won’t make it ten feet. Give me the gun, and we can talk about this.”
She ignored him, glancing out the window, then turning back to him. “I’m not giving you the gun. I need it. I can’t defend myself without it! With it, I can get to my sister and get us out of here!”

Marcus frowned. He’d seen this before. People equated having a gun to being protected even though they had no skill in using the weapon. They also considered themselves invincible. It was an illusion. For the unskilled, all it meant was that someone was going to get hurt, and usually not the person they intended to. A gun was just another extension of the user, and only the skilled could defend themselves well with it. And just like a sword fighter back in the day, it could only protect against so much. He needed to get it away from her before she hurt herself or him.

He took a step sideways and lunged for the gun. Marcus hadn’t expected her to fire and the bullet couldn’t have been closer. He felt the bullet shoot by, just past his ear. He crashed to the ground as she dodged away and he heard her cock the gun again. He’d blown his chance there and he knew getting her trust was going to be even harder. He was going to try. He needed the weapon.

“You stay the fuck there!” She was shaking more now, but he knew she had the guts to pull the trigger now. He hadn’t expected that much. Something was driving her. “I’m sick of deceit and lies! I just want my family back together!” She was tearing up, but she focused on him.

“Listen to me. Listen to me!” Marcus said, not moving. “You don’t know what you’re getting into!”

“Shut up!” she cried, and her tone told Marcus he’d lost her. She didn’t want to listen to the truth. He didn’t know how, but he had to move soon or she was gone and so was hope. For both of them.

Any chance Marcus had of negotiating was thrown out when the door slammed open, catching the girl in the back and knocking her flat. Hands grabbed her ankles and pulled her out into the living room. Unfortunately for Marcus, she kept hold of the gun as the mindless zombies took their newest toy out to play. Perfect. Just perfect. He clucked his tongue and sighed. Maybe he could get the gun back while they were distracted.

He pressed himself against the wall, peering out. He didn’t want to be surprised again. Two of the infected males had picked up the screaming girl, pulling the gun from her hands and dropping it to the floor. They tore the fragile undergarments away. He knew he didn’t have long. He crept out, not wanting to attract attention.

Just through the doorway, a fist crashed into his face and he tumbled sideways, kissing the floor for the second time. He tasted blood as he came up, staring at the third that had been hiding and waiting for him. Definitely not as mindless as I assumed. They’d heard him arguing with her and left one to keep him occupied. That was worrying to him. Without his gun, he didn’t stand much of a chance. He knew that from watching the experiments. He could grab the bat and break an arm or leg on this guy and it wouldn’t faze him.

The girl screamed as she was forced over the small table, her ass pulled into the air as one of the men forced his cock inside her ass. Her yelling was cut to muffled cries as the other shoved his dick in her mouth. She flailed at them helplessly as they raped her at both ends. What she did do was kick the gun away from where she struggled helplessly, and that gave Marcus a chance. However, his opponent was positioning himself to block it.

Marcus decided it was time to change tactics. This shell of a man had enough brains to know that Marcus had to get to the gun or he couldn’t save her. He couldn’t hurt the man and he was on a clock. The minute either of them came in her, she was lost. There was one thing to Marcus’s advantage and that was his training. He feinted once, twice, dodged a grab and shoved the mindless creep backwards, knocking him into the one in the girl’s ass and it sent both tumbling to the ground. He dove for the gun, scooped it up and fired, dropping one of them. He stood up, shoving back the other man in her mouth before shooting him to make sure he didn’t cum in her when he died, then spun and put a bullet through the third man’s brain before the second hit the floor. Three clean headshots in quick succession. His instructor would have been thrilled.

The girl ran to the door, but Marcus beat her to it, slamming it shut again and holding it. “Stop!” He pulled her in, just holding her. “It’s okay. It’s okay,” he repeated, just rubbing her arms. “Relax…”

“How can I possibly relax after…after…?”

He held her awkwardly, not really sure how to answer that. His first instinct was to get her out of the living room. This time he locked the door as he led her away from the bodies. She struggled some but he held her tight. It felt wrong to have a girl of her age nude in his arms, but this whole town had gone wrong hours ago. “Now listen to me,” he said softly as he sat her on the bed. “Fear is a powerful force in one’s body. It can help you get out of a bad situation if you use it, but it can put you into one if you let it use you.” She opened her mouth but he put a finger to her lips. “I don’t have time to let you argue. If we are to get out of this, I can’t have you going off half-cocked. Now, just stick with me and I’ll get you out of the city.” He needed to get to Trent first and his extra weapons, but he knew he’d keep this promise. She didn’t deserve this.

She shook her head violently. “I’m not leaving,” she said with conviction. “Not without my sister or my parents.”

Marcus looked down, trying to figure out how to say this. “It’s very unlikely they’d be safe anymore. You should just think about yourself…”

“No! We’re a family! She knows to go to the facility, and Mom and Dad work there. They’ll be waiting for me and I don’t want them to wait in vain.”

“Facility? You mean Umbrella’s facility?”

“Yeah. They both work there. They’ll know what to do.”

Marcus frowned. The facility was Umbrella’s all right, but it was only a front. It covered up the true reason Umbrella was in town which were the labs. The facility and labs should be locked down as well. However, if her parents were still around, they might be able to get him into the labs. He also felt that the girl was somewhat familiar to him, and he couldn’t understand why. He didn’t like puzzles he couldn’t answer. “Listen, we can’t go straight to the facility. There’s a huge roadblock in the streets. But if we head over to my apartment complex, there’s a series of alleys and stores we can cut through to get there.” Mentally, he had been checking off his route as he went and it wasn’t a lie. The facility entrance was past those apartments. “I need you to stick close to me and we can make it there. Can you do that?”

She nodded again, putting on as strong and fearless a face as she could muster, given the situation. Familiarity swept over him again, and he had to blink it away. “I’m Jenny. Jenny Cameron.”

That name struck a cord, and he knew there was a Dr. Cameron at the labs, though he’d never had the opportunity to meet the person. Cameron was always down in the lower lab, working all hours with Rossman. “I’m Marcus,” he said, starting to get a sick feeling. If Rossman and Cameron were working together on this, then he was dealing with one very heartless person. He’d dealt with megalomaniacs before, but rarely did he find someone so cold that immediate family was dispensable. That also meant he had to be more cautious. If it came down to it, he wouldn’t be able to use the girl as leverage.

He tried to smile, extending his hand to her. His instincts told him to just ditch the dead weight, but his heart wouldn’t leave her behind. Not now anyway. He had to get her safe first, if only for his own peace of mind. “Let’s find you something to wear before you catch cold.”