ALBERT'S POV
I squeezed the trigger until six bullets spilled. The subjects fell, flesh and blood stabbing the white floor. I straightened my lips, two fingers to my pocket as I lowered my hand, my steps sounding ten times heavier. This section was laced in blood and flesh so my assumption was right, Annette was still here.
It would be rather unfortunate to kill to the wife of a friend.
I kicked the metallic door open, my eyes fixed on the zombies that came towards me with flesh hanging from their bodies. I flexed my fingers after the first had it's neck snapped, my combat shoes breaking bones and crushing skulls. This was indirect torture because if it wasn't for Umbrella's failed experiments I would be able to move faster. I growled the moment hands gripped my neck, the creature being thrown over my shoulder.
Would I travel this far to meet a likely demise.
"This is rather close to killing one's brain cells" I grit as I tore flesh from bones. They were large in numbers and I was only one man, my eyes burning behind my shades due to the bright lightning present. I had and liability and I needed to get rid of it. I took aim, a bullet connecting to the ceiling only for glass to rain down on a few zombies.
It was slightly disturbing for the undead but this did not deter the creatures movements. They were very persistent in consuming flesh and blood.
The odour was fowl and the air was stiff and cool against my skin, the small hair on my arm going stiff. I came uoon a room designed for files, my fingers caressing the folders present. It was odd that Umbrella did not see the possibility of their plan back firing in anyway. An entire facility was going to waste and at the government's disposal.
My eyes widened the moment I thought about it. The company I worked for was very keen on preventing footprints. There lied the answer to my mental question, there was a way to cover this rather large and bloody print.
With Umbrella there was a fail safe for just about everything.
"Fuck!" and with that my first hit the table, there was only one way Umbrella destroyed evidence and that is by depleating it completely. The table crumbled to my feet, my shades falling at my lower nose. The item was pushed upward with the use of my middle finger.
I had only had two objectives now; grab the virus and leave this city alive.
I turned around when I heard clicking heals, my hands going up in surrender while I kept my position. I smiled, my eyes burning beneath my shades as I gave a toothy grin.
"Why do hostile my dear?" and with that question I turned to face the blonde woman, my gun removed and aimed at her. Her stare was scornful so I returned the flavour of passion.
"Why are you here Albert?" she hissed and I eyes her garment that was slightly filled with blood and dust. She was quite gullible if she should believe remaining here is survival. I grit my teeth, the side of my face moving slightly due to the action.
"Hand it over" I was firm, my aim maintained but Annette was equally stubborn.
"What? You can't be serious. This is my husband's work" she told me and I removed my shades. My eyes burned and Annette stared at me in horror.
"You used the virus he gave you?" she seemed stunned but there was no time for chit chat.
"I am interested in the virus you have with you Mrs. Birkin" I informed her and her mouth fell open for a short while.
"William is dead because of you" she hissed and like a snake I circled her, my gun meeting my lips for a short while. Why blame me for a error beyond my control?
"Ironic is it because you were the one to call trouble onto your husband my dear" I stated but before she could issue a response a loud growl sounded. We shift our guns to the same direction and the vessel of the G-Virus emerged, Annette lowring her gun.
"William" I could hear the sadness in her voice but what happened next did not surprise me.