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.