ALBERT'S POV
The relationship I shared with Redfield's younger sister was now in question. If danger should arise there is always the feeling or the need to protect. She was of no importance to me yet I felt the urge to spare her from the ripple effect of the virus unleashed by Umbrella. I caught the hammer by the fist, the metal bending against my skin while I stared into the eye of the creature.
Sorry my friend, death goes beyond me now.
The creature was after me and this was one of the many reasons Umbrella was flawed as an organisation. The subject was designed to eliminate all the surviving S.T.A.R.S members in order to cover Umbrella's rather large footprint. I worked for the organisation so I was a bit appalled to find that the creature was after me as well. My affiliation with S.T.A.R.S was only a cover, a cover designed by my superiors at the organization.
I rocked my head slightly as I pushed the creature backwards aggressively, the wall behind the creature crumpling to nothing. The subject did not seem pleased as it bared it's teeth at me, a vicious growl being issued. Demolished concrete was thrown my way but I stood my ground, my shades shielding my eyes from dust while my hands protected my face from sharp objects. I have been killed before by a tyrant, if death should truly come it would not be this way.
I blew dust from my fist, I would never kill this creature just now, I needed the right weaponry to do so. For now, the most I could do was injure the creature and buy time to obtain what I needed. The hammer took me by surprise but my hands worked quickly, capturing the metal that was growing to be a nuisance.
I ripped the metal, the creature being left with the head of the weapon. The part that resided in my hand was sent through the creature's abdomen. The blood was black and odd smelling but it was no surprise, I have seen worse. I knew exactly what Umbrella was capable of. I released the metal as the creature went limp after a painful growl. I ran my hand through my blond hair, my middle finger, my eyes adjusting to the light present.
I placed my arms behind me as I walked on, my eyes on a few zombies in the distance that were currently feeding. I raised my gun, four shots sounding but the fifth shot killed the person that was being fed upon before the corpse could turn if it was not killed by means different from a zombie's crave for flesh. I made a face as my mind kept flashing to that which was irrelevant and distasteful. Claire had suffered a great injury to the stomach and the fact that she bleed it is likely that she broke a rib or two.
There was a low tapping sound but before the dog could make it's way toward me I shot the head from the body. That lead the creature to fall limp, my gun being paced to my hip as I kept moving.
The monster was quite useful in both it's timing and it's aggressive nature. The creature was able to do what I had been hesitant to do ever since I met and found out who the girl was related to. I balled my fist, I felt betrayed by the very organization I gave my loyalty. Truly, I had died before but on the brink of death I was brought back to like by the work of a dear friend. A friend who suffered a tragic faith due to his brilliant creation.
The G-Virus.
Just like myself, William Birkin and his wife Annette Birkin worked for Umbrella as top scientist and aided in almost every major project the organization had. I befriended the older blond because his intelligence was like no other and just like myself, Birkin's desire was to leave this organization for good. It was quite toxic to work for a organization pulled it's subordinates like puppets on strings.
In fact, I was nothing but a project as I was taken from my home as a boy and my new life was created here. I was trained to be a weapon but I think my purpose went beyond that. The brother the red head spoke of so often once worked for me and my mission was to lead my team to be the guinea pigs of Umbrella's test run on bio weaponry; specifically the T-Virus. Things got messy and the subject that was called tyrant was the caued of my death right after my charade was discovered and I was seen as the captain who betrayed his team.
Birkin created the G-Virus with the hope of garnering success in the industry of bio weaponry but that success was not aimed to benefit Umbrella in any form. Information regarding Birkin's creation got out and for some odd reason I believed that leak had something to do with his wife. The woman never liked me much and while she would pretend to, William was always open about his wife's feelings towards me. The night before the mansion incident I was given a virus that Birkin was unsure of, it was that virus that saved my life and in a firm term changed it.
I had an anti body within me so the virus destroyed my body in no way, my body manipulated the virus into submission but while I looked human, my eyes looked human in no way. I wore dark glasses and tried to maintain my temper because if I should get extremely angry, dark shades would hide nothing. William suffered a cruel death and it is rumoured that the man injected the G-Virus into his very own body. There was not one sample and there was still a living Birkin with at least one sample.
"My dear, we all pay for our sins" I mumbled to myself as I approached the an exit. I needed to get to the facility before the woman could leave with what was worth the creation of a new era. I descended filthy stairs, my eyes scanning the area while my nose searched for anything irregular in terms of smell. I saw rats among other types of rodents and I could smell flesh; both old and new. I had a good distance to cover to in order to get to the lab. I would have to move faster and now that the girl was no longer in my company I had all the right reasons to move swiftly.