The Flesh Eater Strain chapter 20It had been roughly a week since the incident at Finchley Road Station. For most of the group, things had settled down. They’d almost completely gotten over Amelia’s death.The Flesh Eater Strain chapter 20 by Mrgreen36
“And that’s how I almost died three times!” said George.
Everyone present laughed. George’s stories were never dull. They were in the mess hall that had been set up at the camp. It consisted of a large tent with a table running down the centre. A makeshift kitchen tent had been set up just outside.
As Mark and Sam continued eating, Sam looked up at Mark.
“Is something wrong?” she asked
“Nothing” replied Mark without looking at her
“Come on” she said
“Well” said Mark “I’m just thinking about how long we’re gonna have to live like this”
“I know how you feel” said Sam. She lowered her voice so the others couldn’t hear
“I just wanna run away from all of this and never look back”
Resident Evil 6: Happy Mother's DayResident Evil 6: Happy Mother's Day by chichichichipndale
Betrayal. Simmons had raised her like his own daughter just so he could turn around and use her as a disposable pawn. He promised he would guide them through the safest route toward their objective, but his deceit had led them straight into a den of monsters. This was the only thing Sherry could think of to keep her mind away from an even more horrifying reality: She was gagging to death as a Lepotitsa plunged its tongue down her throat. That muffled sound of gunfire in the distance may have been Jake making a bitter last stand, or maybe it was part of her imagination still struggling to be optimistic.
Simmons's voice echoed from a tiny earbud in the back of her head, taunting her in her final moments.
"I know this must be difficult for you, Sherry. But please try to relax."
His voice suddenly changed, dropping its manipulative filter. As her brain started to give out from oxygen deprivation, Sherry thought she heard Ada Wong speaking to her.
"It just wants to give mommy a kiss."
Infection - Part 2Springfield, Ohio, USAInfection - Part 2 by DrSerperiorScientist
"Attention to any and all remaining personal... task force 3-2-7 Alpha, 5-3-9 Delta and 9-2-5 Tango has entered the facility, please do not approach the uniformed squad members, distinction between attacker and personal are not possible. We'll begin escorting personal out of the facility and into a safe quarantine field as soon as the attackers are contained."
The intercom said echoing through the halls of the laboratories. The hall ways were dark, the only thing that lit the hall were occasionally the red glows of the eyes of the infected, and also the light flickering from behind the glass walls of the labs to the sides, inside these labs were bodies with the infected feeding off them, a scientist, cowering in fear or curled up having a nervous break down in the corner, because the infected were biting at the glass door and wall and he or she was trapped, or he was crying because he had to kill the reanimated corpse tha
Humanity's Biological NooseA loud crash rang out from behind me. I turned to see I had knocked an old vase off it's pedestal. As I cursed at myself in my head, I heard some rustling come from the upstairs. Someone knew I was there. I could feel my heartbeat in my throat as I crept down the dark hallway. Every footstep I took was like nails on a chalkboard, slowly approaching the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and I could see a shadow move in front of it. The door pushed open, and I darted into the room on my left. Footsteps grew closer and closer, and I pulled out the knife I had brought. The figure moved past the room I was in, and shuffled towards the broken vase. I tightened my grip on the knife, and prepared to attack. As I took a step back, I heard a loud squeak. I jerked my head back, to see I had stepped on a small doll. The possibility of a child in the house made my situation a lot worse. But I didn't have time to think about that.Humanity's Biological Noose by StalkerInTheShadow
I turned back towards the figure in the hallway. They had definite
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