Event: Outbreak

September 23rd, 1998
Around 11:00 PM...




"Fucking Christ!" The body of another USS solider falls victim to the mutated monster, the muffled voice of one of their team mates falls on deaf ears, as the sewer tunnel was now alight with bright flashes and loud, booming rounds coming from their HK MP5A3s, the added Surefire 628's lights trained on the hulking mass of flesh wearing a tattered lab coat covered with gore... the weak nine-mils were doing nothing to halt the hulking behemoth as it bellowed a primal, guttural roar that shook the walls!

SWOOP-splissssh!

A cry of pain following the mighty swing of its gigantic claw, skewering another soldier clad in black, before tossing him aside like a rag doll; his bones snapping as he hits the interior of the tunnel wall with a wet thud. "Oh fuck! Its not stopping!" One of the other soldiers squeaked, the roar of their submachine guns and the rattling of spent cartridges continued. "Topside! Topside now!" Another yelled, then another cry of pain and wet crunch as the monster got closer! "Where the hell is that backup?!" Cried another, as they backed into a T-shaped hall. In spite of their training, the rising tension got to the members of the Umbrella Unit, and they began to branch off left and right! "Fuck this!" One screamed, running down the right corridor when he would feel the cold, bony skewers of the mutant thing's claw and was simultaneously being lifted up! "Grra-aaaaaghhhh!!" The man screamed blood spurting from his wounds as the beast then flung his body into one of his fleeing team mates who ran in the opposite direction!

Pinned by his comrade, the young man beneath the corpse began to frantically squirm! "Oh-oh God! No! NO! NO!!!" He shrieked, yanking out his P226, firing the handgun blindly at the slowly approaching mass of flesh! "NOOOOO-----urrrk!!" The creature's claw stabbed through both the corpse and the pinned soldier like a hot knife through butter! The young soldier's hand falls limp with their firearm, and the remaining soldier with a briefcase in hand quivers as he backs up into a set of iron bars! He looks behind him, and panics as he can see there is no doorway. "Damn you HUNK! We had a plan! We had a God damn plan!" The masked soldier cursed, his voice wavering. He turns to face the monster, tossing the case aside, its contents spilling out onto the floor; the soldier no longer cared. Small tubes of bluish and purple fluid spilled onto the floor, rolling underfoot as the soldier got a two hand grip on his MP5. "Sonvabitch, kill me? Well come and get it!!" He screamed out defiantly, the SMG rattling against his shoulder. Click-Click-Click!

The dry sound of an empty mag made the soldier nervous, he checked his gun, then his additional ammo pouches, as the creature's shadow now loomed over him. "Fuck... fuck...!" he panicked, realizing he was out of ammo. He drops his SMG, tries to undo the latch over his holster for his sidearm, a P226 like his fallen comrade, but his eyes behind his standard issue gas mask are large, as the beast was now right. In. Front. Of him. He begins to shiver, shrinking against the bars, watching as the claw arm of the creature rose above its own former human head, the bloody claws caught in the overhead fluorescence like gleaming ruby fluid! Then... the worst, the shoulder of the arm began to twitch, then flesh, sinew and muscle tore away to reveal a massive, grotesque eye!


The man's dying scream, much like many of the others, the gunshots and even the monster's roars were heard by no one... no one but the rats which skittered throughout the sewers corridors and various pipes throughout the Raccoon City underbelly. Vials which rolled under the monster's feet were crushed, exposing the volatile mixture to the open air. The creature sensed other nearby threats, threats to him and his precious G-Virus... It lumbers off, morosely moaning with a voice of a demon, his-it's red eyes gleaming in the darkness as it seeks out the rest of its threats...

The rats, no longer threatened, slip out into the cold, dank tunnels and begin to feast on the warm flesh of the deceased soldiers... and the broken contents of the briefcase; the case itself bearing the foot print of the creature as the dying soldier's blood begins to pool beneath the paws of the nearby rats...