Alright, first off, the important news is that during the summer, I am going to be at my lake house, which has no internet. So, I will update whenever I am in town, which will probably end up being maybe one or two times a week. Just don't demote me in any of my unions or anything! :P Alright, on to Part 19.

I turn the camcorder over and examine it. Full battery, but no tape. I curse quietly and throw it away. It's then that a brief transmission comes over the radio. "All teams, this is command, Raccoon City is to be sanitized in four hours. Get to the nearest rooftop you can, and please hurry. We are sending a Sikorsky to pick up all surviving teams. It will be patrolling the city for about an hour looking for survivors. Please hurry," the transmission ends.

We all just look at eachother. Nobody says anything. It's then that I remember my C4. "Hey guys, I still have some explosives left you know. We can blast our way out," I suggest. Everyone looks at me and Mark smiles. "Yes! We'll blow those mother****ers to hell! How much you got?" Mark exclaims. "About 5 pounds. And some grenades," I state. In a flurry of excitement, Mark tells me to place the bomb, and I hook it up within about one minute. I arm the padket and we all take cover behind the captain's desk. I pull the trigger on the detonator.

The door splinters into fragments, and the frame is totally gone. Four Crimson Heads remain outside the door, and I throw a grenade to neutralize them. Once it goes off, we all file out the door and turn to the left, stepping over themutilated bodies of our former captors. We turn a corner and go through the broken door that leads to another hallway. This leads to what looks like an office area, and we see pools of blood that must have belonged to the zombies that became Crimson Heads.

We go around yet another corner, and we see a Licker patrolling the area around its last meal. It turns to see us and screeches as it jumps at me. We all manage to kill it, but the body hits my head and knocks me out cold. I dream about my parents. Martha and Stanley Jacobs. I see all the times we had together. That time my father took me fishing when Iwas 14with his guy friends and I had my first beer. The time when my mom got me that car for me to take to college. I live through these best memories of my parents, and my last thought before waking up is that it's very likely I won't ever see them again.

We all lower our weapons and walk to Rick's body. I kneel down and find the notebook. I quickly flip through it and see it is all combat information on Umbrella's monsters like he said. I knife the back of Rick's neck, and everyone else takes over doing the rest of the bodies. We save Craig for last. We all look at the body. "I'll do it," I say as I kneel down and pull him over. I get it over with and stand back up. We divide up the ammo and weapons both soldiershad. I end up witheightmoreG36C magazines,that I took offofCraig and Rick, and we evenly split the Mk23 ammo they had. Pat ends up with Rick's magnum and bullets.

Everyone is silent. We all mournCraig as we continue toward a statue with a door in the corner of the room it is located in. No one cares about Rick. We all breach the door and see an empty hallway with a door in the middle of it on the left side. We carefully proceed to the door and see it is labeled as the S.T.A.R.S. office. As I try the door, we suddenly notice a strange sound as SIX Crimson Heads come around the corner down the hall. They spot us and let out a moan. As they start sprinting for us I yell, "In the office now!" We all file in the door and slam it shut just as they reach it.

We back away from the door and they keep banging on it, trying to get in. Thank God for that thick lock. The banging stops and Mark dares to look through the keyhole. He backs away and announces, "They're all out there. They're waiting. We have to stay here and see if maybe they lose interest." We are all out of any better ideas, so we all just grunt in agreement. I get out of the corner I was in and start looking around. I walk to one rather large oak desk by the far left wall and see the nametag Captain Wesker. Hm. Must be the leader.

I look at the next desk and see a replica gun on it. He must be a gun guy. The rest don't have anything particularly interesting. I try the radio and see it doesn't work. I back away and see a locker to my right. The locker peaks my curiousity. I look in and see a small camcorder. "Hey guys, look at this." I turn it on. "It has full battery too," I inform the team. Everyone walks over to me. "You know, if we don't make it out alive, at least maybe we won't be forgotten," Mark somberly comments with a slight tone of resignation.

I put my Hardballer back in its place, and kick the Licker on the ground. "You guys alright?" Rick's voice asks over the radio. "Yeah, we're fine. Just had to take outa couple of Lickers," I respond. "Thanks. Sorry I didn't listen to you," Pat says, shaken, but not harmed by the encounter. "No problem. I get it." We both continue on. We make a left and see a headless body on the floor. It looks like it was twisted off.

I whisper to Pat, "Stay alert." He nods and we continue down the hall toward a pool of blood in the middle of the hallway. I see a door on the right, and I try it. Locked. We go down the hall to the door on the other end, and it's open. We head through and as we proceed forward, suddenly three pairs of arms grab me when I pass a boarded up window. I struggle to get free, and Pat sprays the window with fire. The arms let go, and I stumble forward.

"Thanks." We head farther down and make another right, staying far away from the windows. We come up on a pair of double doors, and we breach in. Clear. I lower my gun and look around. Just a briefing room filled with desks and junk. We search around for a few seconds, and find nothing. We head out the way we came. We continue following the hall, and reach a door. Behindthe door, we hear gunfire.Pat opens the door, and we rush through. We see our team engaged in full on combat with the zombies in the hall.

They are shooting at a group of them that are by the stairs. Two of ourmen are up the stairs, and two are just to the left of the door. Me and Pat both jump in the fight. I aim for one zombie and let off a couple rounds to still it. I adjust my aim just in time to seethe last enemy alive, aCrimson Head, run at Craig. Craig tries to shoot it, as we all do, butit keeps going and manages to scratch Craig just as it falls on the stairs.

Craig looks at his scratched leg. Me, Pat, Ben, and Rick head up the stairs toMark and Craig's position. Craig sits leaning on the wall. He is silent andhis face isone of pure horror. "Don't give up man. We can fix you up," Ben stutters. "No, we can't help him," Rick mutters as he raises his gun and blows Craig's brain out of his head.We all look at him shocked as he takes out a notebook, and writes something down.

"YOU BASTARD!" I yell. "We might have been able to help him!" "No we couldn't. There is no cure," Rick quietly says as he pockets the notebook. "What's with the notebook?" Mark asks.Rick looks at him. "Nothing. Just standard procedure," Rick answers. "Bull****. You neverwrote anything downon any other missions. And I swear I saw you write something after the Tyrant fight," Mark states. "Soldier, you take care ofyour own stuff, and I'll take care of mine." "Well tell us what's in the notebook,"Pat joins in. "Yeah," Ben adds.

Rick looks at us all eyeing him suspiciously and slowly advancing. Suddenly, he whips his gun around and yells "Back off! I will ****ing shoot you! The notebook is none of your God**** business!" We all raise our guns. "So this ishow you wantto end it?"I ask staring down my sight.Rick looks discouraged slightly, but his face is that of a madman. "Alright. The notebook is a performance report." "For what?"Mark asks. "ForUmbrella's bioweapons! That's for ****ingwhat! That's what the operation was about the whole time! We are Umbrella's test dummies. Well, you are anyway. I'm going to be rich!"

"What!? Umbrella screwed us over! You did too, you sellout son of a *****! Do you have no loyalty!?" I yell. "I'm loyal to one thing. Money. You know, this is too bad. If you guys had kept your mouths shut, I meght have led some of you ot alive." He takes aim at me. I don't give him the chance. Rick falls bacward with a hole in his head.

I look again around the hall and noticea large statue I had somehow missed before. "Whoah. Look at that thing," I mumble. I walk up to it and read the inscription. It states The Statue of the Winged Goddess. "Well, you asked a question, so I'll answer it. Let's not botherthinking about which one first. We'll split up. You and Pat can take those double doors over there, Me and Ben will take the door to the left, and that door way back there, Mark and Craig will take," Rick orders pointing to the respective people and their doors.

I turn away from the statue and look at Pat who nods and takes up breaching position next to the double door on the left. I take up position on the right, and we both swing our doors open and storm inside. The doors slam closed behind us, startling me to the point that I turn around and aim at them. "Calm down man. Sheesh. You're jumpy," Pat tells me. I lower my gun and turn around to see what looks like a waiting room, with a small circulartable in the center, and windows to an office on the right.

I see that there is a wall with a small opening to the right. I go to it and turn the corner. There is a window up ahead, and a door on the right wall. I motion Pat forward, and as I go to the door, I see swift movement outside the window. I quickly put my hand out to stop Pat, but decide to put it down and we head through the door.

I open it and hear a noise coming from outside. We are in a hallway lined with more windows to the left. I start to move forward when my radio crackles. "Check in team," Rick says. I hear Mark reply that him andCraig are fine. I whisper in, "We're fine, but it's creepy as hell in here. I think we're being set up." Pat says into his radio, "Don't mind him. He's too jumpy," as he walks forward.

Suddenly I hear a hiss and I yell "No!" Two Lickers break in through the windows on either side of Pat. Pat turns around to run, but sees theone behind him. "Help me out!" he yells. I take out my Hardballer and blow the Licker's headbehind Pat clean off. I then take aim as the one in front of him pounces. It knocks him down, and as it tries to scratch him, I send it flying three feet back with a shot to its chest. It doesn't move anymore.

"Now will you listen to me?" I snap with a smirk on my face.

I look at the rest of the team and see them lower their weapons. I then look around the main hall. It is a very large room with stairs leading down a couple feet to the floor, and the floor has the R.P.D. symbol painted on the floor. I look farther ahead and see a couple of steps on either side of a desk leading to a small square of desks. On one is a computer.

"Wow. I wish our headquarters were this nice!" Ben states. "Well, if you're willing to give up half of your salary..." Rick trails off. "Never mind," Ben quickly snaps. We can't help but laugh. I hear Jamie cough. I turn to ask if she's okay, but she starts going into convulsions and collapses. "Jamie!" I yell. She continues and suddenly stops. Her eyes then suddenly open and she takes a bite out of Adam's leg and he yells as he is pulled to the floor.

"She's infected!" Rick yells. Adam tries to kick her off, and I raise my gun to shoot her,but beforeI can, she crawls over and bites his neck. Arterial spray splatters the wall andfloornext to him with blood as I put one round in her head. Adam lies writhing on the floor, and I decide to put him out of his misery. We have lost both of our survivors.

"How was she infected? She didn't have any bites on her," I say. "Don't be so sure," Rick corrects me as he kneels down to inspect the body. "Ah, here we are," he adds as he lifts up her shirt to reveal a small fraction of a bite mark on her back. "We have to take care of the bodies now," I say. I kneel down and puncture each of our former survivor's brainstems.

As I stand back up I see the rest of the team looking at their weapons. "Well, I think in all fairness, I should get the Hardballer," I say. "After all, I did find it." They all nod and I kneel down to claim my prize. Jamie's .357 goes to Rick, who has always had a thing for revolvers, Adam's shotgun goes to Ben, and Jamie's M14 goes to Mark, who quickly takes his scope off its weaver mount, and puts it on the weaver mount of the M14.

After we finish, I look around the main hall at the doors leading off itand ask, "Which door first?"

Now, my loyal readers, you get to choose. After all, I want to give you what you want. Which door?

1. The double doors leading off of the hall just to the left.

2. The single door leading off the hall just to the right.

3. The single door leading off the hall near the far wall by the desks.

And no, this does not mean I am changing this to a CYOA, it just means that this is a democracy.

I look at Jamie and say to her. "You might need more than that magnum," as I reach for an M14 on the shelf along with several extra magazines and a few boxes of 7.62mm NATO rounds. I hand her the rifle, and as I was done with my magazines, I started helping her load the extras for the M14. I look up and suddenly my face lights up.

"What?" Jamie asks. "That. If you want a much better magnum, then this is for you," I stand up and walk over to the AMT Hardballer under the glass on the counter top. I reach around and get it. "Here you go. It fires .45magnum rounds from a magazine. Reloads faster, and it's more powerful than your .357," I say handing it and a combination of rounds and magazines to her.

Jamie takes the pistol and starts loading the magazines. She puts her .357 in her sock. "Just in case," she tells me. I walk over to Rick who is watching the back door we came in through. He looks nervous. "What is it?" I ask. He says,"We haven't heard anything from HQ. They usually check in on us about an hour after we land. It's been two hours, and still, nothing." I realize what he's saying. "Are you suggesting that they abandoned us?" Rick looks at me and responds, "If they didn't, then something's wrong. Let's go!"

Everyone gathers up their gear and heads out the back door. We advance to the police station and finally reach the front door. There are cars all over in front of it, and one smashed into a lightpost on the corner. We hear a collective hungry moan and turn to the right away from the police station to see a crowd of zombies after us. "Inside! Now!" someone yells.

We all head up the steps and into the front door. I turn around and try to close the door as they reach it. One zombie gets its hand through, and Ihear crunching bones when I finally get the door closed. I close the heavy bolt lock, and I push a large oak dresser in front of the door from the right. I step back and watch the door. It holds, and I notice three small fleshy objects on the ground. The zombie's fingers.

I look at the creature, and then Ben and say "Nice moves."  "Thanks.  I've been practicing on the bags," he responds.  I look around.  All I see is a desk, the door out, another hallway ahead, and the hallway we came from.  "Well, we have our way out.  Let's check our ammo and move," Rick commands.  I and the rest of the team and the civilians reload.

With full clips, we head out the door.  Thankfully, all the zombies are on the other side of the hospital at the crash site except for three.  We easily bypass them without firing any shots to warn other zombies of our presence.  We head into a street with abondoned cars all over the place.  Including several police cars and a SWAT van.  There are signs of a large firefight all over.  "Dear God.  They never stood a chance," Pat whispers.

Continuing along the street, we reach an area with several zombies blocking an alley Rick says is the way to the station.  We quickly all open fire on the zombies, and they drop like flies.  We proceed down the alley at a cautious pace to make sure there aren't any more zombies.  Suddenly, a zombie breaks through a door right infront of me.  I try to step back, but it grabs me and tries to bite my neck.  I quickly let my G36C drop on its sling and draw my knife.  I pierce the creature's skull and brain and it goes limp and collapses.

I resheath my knife and ready my weapon.  Soon, we reach the back door of a building, and Rick stops at it.  He examines it closely.  "What is it?" Jamie asks.  "The rest is worn off, but from what I see, it looks like a gunshop.  Bring it in team, we need to restock on ammo and rest for a while," Rick answers her waving us forward.

We all head toward the door as Rick pushes it open.  We quickly sweep the large room and find it to be clear.  Mark pushes open the door to the back of the counter and picks up several boxes of 7.62x51mm high velocity rounds for his G3 and places them on the counter.  He also picks up several boxes of 5.56mm ammo and throws them onto the counter.  Some 10mm S and W rounds, some 12 gauge shotgun shells, some .357 rounds, and we all busy ourselves checking and fully topping off our magazines while Adam puts rounds into his belt and pockets while Jamie just shoves the whole box worth of rounds in her pocket.

Sorry for the lapse in updates.  I was busy over the weekend.

I look down at the smoking helicopter, lying on its side with numerous infected moving toward it.  Suddenly, I see the Pilot's door open.  I had already located the bodies of the three Crimson Heads that were on it lying about ten feet away, totally splattered from the impact.  "Look!  One of the pilots is still alive!" I yell to the rest of the team pointing at the crash.

"My God, he's right!" Pat says.  Below I see the pilot draw his 9mm, and start firing at the crowd.  "We have to try to help him!" Mark yells raising his G3 Sniper to his shoulder.  Mark starts picking off zombies, and I raise my gun to do the same.  "Don't waste your ammo!  We can't help him!" Rick yells pushing Mark's gun down.

Just as he says that I see the pilot raise his gun to his chin.  "No!" I yell as I hear the crack of his pistol.  The pilot is dead, just as the zombies close in on him.  "God****it!  ****!  ****!" I scream.  "I'm sorry son, we couldn't have helped him anyway.  I guess we should be glad he won't have to suffer being eaten alive," Rick consoles me as he puts his hand on my shoulder. 

I knew that guy.  His name was Alan.  I used to play poker with him, we had been beer buddies.  Even if I hadn't known him, I didn't want to see him die.  He was a great pilot, a good part of our team family.  He had also been our only way out.  "Let's go.  There has to be another way out of this hospital," Rick says to me as he takes his hand off my shoulder.

I turn and start to open my mouth to suggest the bodies, but I see that Craig and Pat already took care of them.  Hey, there's a stair case over here!" Jamie yells.  We all head over to it and Rick nudges past Jamie and opens the door.  As soon as he opens it, he puts in his pistol and quickly sweeps the steps below him.  He waves us forward, and we all follow as Craig takes his usual place in the lead.

We head down the stairs until we reach the ground floor of a new wing.  We open the door to the new wing and see a two Lickers eating a corpse.  Just as they turn around and see us, Adam fires off his shotgun, and I open up my G36C with a four round burst.  the Lickers both jolt back as they are hit and one jumps onto the ceiling and scurries down the hall, around the corner, while Rick takes out the second with four more rounds to its head.

The Licker collapses with a gaping hole in its head where both mine and Rick's bursts went in.  We all advance forward and turn the corner and look around.  We are in a large second lobby.  I hear something, and I turn right, and see the Licker jump away as my light hits it.  I continue to scan the ceiling, and i see something suddenly drop.  I turn to my left just in time to see it jump at Ben.  He lets one hand go of his gun, and delivers a powerful roundhouse kick that sends it flying five feet to his right.

Ben then rereadies his gun and lets off a burst that quickly stills the writhing Licker.  A pool of blood grows underneath the dead creature.

I get to my feet and look at the burning wreck.  The car is totally destroyed and the Tyrant is on the ground with its left talon arm and shoulder totally blown away, and its lower and upper halves of its body are separated.  I look and see a twisted piece of bumber covered with blood.  It must have sliced through the Tyrant like a hot knife through butter.  Craig and Pat come and join me by the Tyrant, and Jamie, Adam, Rick, Ben, and Mark all come out from numerous cars they were hiding behind.  I hadn't even noticed them run, I thought to myself.

"Nice work!  How much did you use?" Rick asks me.  About 10 pounds.  I put it right on the gas tank too," I answer.  "Well, you did a hell of a job.  I'll see to it that you are properly rewarded," Rick says to me.  I smile and look to see that Pat has a shotgun at the Tyrant's head.  "Hey, where'd you get that?" I ask Pat.  "Found it in a police car with a full belt of extra shells," Pat says as he holds up a Remington 870 twelve gauge shotgun with beautiful black furniture, and a nice chrome ejection port and R.P.D. stamp on the butt.

"Nice.  But you already have the SAW," I respond.  "Yeah.  Hey Adam.  I told you we'd get you a real weapon.  Now can I have my pistol back?" Pat asks as him and Adam exchange guns.  Adam aims down the sights.  "Man, an 870.  I hunt with one of these things," Adam tells us as he holds out the gun admiring the furniture.  We hear moans coming from the hospital.  "Incoming!"  Pat yells as he raises his machine gun.

Three zombies and, EIGHT CRIMSON HEADS!?  Oh my God!  I raise my gun and hear the sickening metallic click of an empty gun.  I ready myself to reload, but Rick yells "No time!  Run!"  I turn and follow the rest of the team at a dead sprint, but of course the Crimson Heads aren't too far behind.  "Chopper, we need extraction at the top of the hospital parking lot now!" Rick screams into his radio.

"Alright, coming in now," I hear in reply in my earpiece.  "Hurry!  We have eight Crimson Heads after us!" Rick yells.  We continue at a dead sprint, and I start to hear the faint noise of a helicopter.  As we continue turning corners the Crimson Heads start to close the gap.  We finally reach the top of the five level parking structure, and I see the chopper hovering just above the floor out about three feet from the guard rail.  "Move out of the way!" the gunner yells and we comply.

We all move to the right away from the field of fire, and as the creatures approach the helicopter, the gun opens up. Four are mowed down, but too late.  Three of them make the jump onto the chopper while the last one falls just short as pure chaos takes over the Blackhawk.  We hear screams from inside, and the chopper goes spastically out of control.  Suddenly, it veers away from the hospital building.  "No!" Rick yells.  The chopper crashes on the street below.

We look down.  The only movement is the zombies on the street moving toward the crash site for their next meal.

"Whoa!  Look at this," Adam said as he held out a piece of paper for us all to read.  It was a printout of an email.  The top read "Tyrant."  The paper said:

"Considering the circumstances, I think it best that Umbrella release two Tyrants to deal with any unruly survivors who know too much, mostly as a combat test.  As our mole in the hospital, make sure our doctors working there get out alive Eugene.  We'll be releasing them soon, so be quick about it."

My heart sank.  Pat's face gained a look of absolute horror, as I'm sure my face did as well.  "Eugene was my husband's name.  He was the only Eugene in the hospital.  He was an Umbrella mole?  Why didn't he warn me?" Jamie questioned us as she almost started crying.  But, she pulled herself together.  "Well, I guess this isn't his fault if they sent him an email warning him," she said.

Mine and Pat's faces are still frozen in fear.  "What's wrong?  What's a Tyrant?" Adam asked us.  "A Tyrant is Umbrella's ultimate B.O.W.  It is nearly invincible, and can impale and slice almost anyone and anything with it's claw.  It's almost unstoppable.  Short version, we're ****ed," Pat says in an almost whisper.  Adam goes pale.  Jamie looks taken aback.

Suddenly our radio crackles.  "Help!  Tyrant!  Need support!  Gah!"  It's Jason's voice.  "Are you alright?  Jason!  James!" Rick's voice yells.  There is no answer.  "Everyone!  Check in!" We hear Mark and Craig respond.  Me and Pat do the same.  "Okay.  So everyone's fine but Jason and James.  They're on the third floor, near the entrance to the parking garage, last I knew anyway.  Let's meet there," Rick concludes.

We all grab our stuff, and head to the stairs.  I open the door, and we head up to the third floor.  I open the third door floor partially, and peek in.  No movement.  Just a lot of blood.  The rest of the team is meeting by a corner.  I open the door the rest of the way, and we all head through.  "So.  You found some survivors.  Good work.  That should earn you some recognition," Rick says.  I turn the corner everyone is at, and I almost vomit.

The whole hallway leading to the entirely broken doorframe to the garage is soaked with blood and gore.  I look back and see Jason's body on the floor with a huge hole through the stomach, and his head lying three feet away.  James, well we don't see any of him but his legs.  Dear God.

"Well, we have a Tyrant to deal with," Rick solemnly says as he heads toward the doorway.  We all follow him through, weapons ready and fully loaded.  I take the rear, backing up to close the circle on my side.  We all scan around us, and I finally see it behind a parked car.  The Tyrant has an arm sticking out of its mouth, and it is huddled over the top half of James' body.  I yell to the rest of the team, and they all turn around.

The Tyrant looks at me and tenses up.  It lets out a roar, and almost unseeably fast, charges at us.  I sidestep just in time, but the Tyrant puts out its right arm and punches me in the chest so hard as to send me flying ten feet back into the windshield of a parked car.  It shatters under my impact, and I get off the hood and aim at the Tyrant's head as it goes to charge again.  I let of eight rounds and its head slightly goes to the right as my rounds hit the left side of its face.  It turns toward me and again charges at me.

This time I'm ready.  I lunge to my right as the Tyrant impales the car's engine through the hood.  It pulls out its claw as the rest of the team unloads everything at it.  I turns around, and I remember my C4.  I look at the parked car and the trant lunges clotheslining Pat, but just before it can stab him, he rolls over and it misses by an inch.  It looks angry and turns and punches Craig who is right behind him.  Craig flies back twenty feet and hits the ground with a loud thud as his weapon skips across the floor.

It's about to charge Craig when I unload my whole clip into its back.  It turns around and I yell "Over here big boy!"  It almost looks like it smiles when it uses its speed to trie to impale me again, but I jump out of the way and watch it get its arm even more stuck than before in the engine.  I stand up and pull out my detonator.  I push the button, and the car explodes in a massive fiery ball knocking me over.  I look up, and see that the car took the Tyrant with it.