We all paired up.  Me and Pat, Jason and James, Mark and Craig, and Ben and Rick.  We all split off into different corridors of the hospital.  "Man, this is pretty screwed up.  I thought the Umbrella scientists were better than letting this slip out," I said.  "Yeah.  Well, everyone makes mistakes.  This one just cost hundreds of lives," was the reply.  As we went around the corner to a corridor, we heard crying, and a gunshot.  "Up ahead!" I yelled.  We ran to the first door on our left where it came from.  We each took up position on either side of the door, and I turned and kicked the door in.  Immediately, we both moved in and branched in opposite directions, me to the right side of the room, and Pat to the left.  We both lowered our guns when we saw a woman huddling over a dead body crying.  "Ma'am?  Are you okay?" I asked.  She turned to me, and I saw her beautiful tear-streaked face.  "He was my husband.  He was a doctor here..." her voice trailed off.  "Ma'am do you want to come with us?  We can keep you safe," Pat asked with compassion in his voice.  "My husband..." she said.  "Ma'am, he's dead now.  I'm sure he doesn't want you to join him," I responded.  She nodded her head, stood up, and held out her gun to me.  It was a .357 magnum.  "Do you want to use this?" she asked.  "No, you might need it," I responded.  She nodded again, and followed us out the door.  "So, what's your name?" I asked her.  "Uh, it's Jamie.  Jamie Carrington," she responded.  "Well Jamie, have you been bitten?  Do you have any injuries of any kind?" Pat asked.  "No.  No, I managed to keep the few... things I encountered from hurting me at all.  And I told my husband keeping a gun in my purse was a bad idea before all of this.  Now I'm glad he insisted," Jamie said.  "Good."  Suddenly we heard a groan.  We all stopped to listen.  Nothing.  I motioned them both to stay back.  I looked around the next corner, and saw something scurry into another doorway.  I waved them forward, and we headed toward the door.  I had Jamie stay just about ten feet from the door, and me and Pat breached the door.  What we saw when we got in was a licker feasting on a carcass of a man on an operating table.  It heard us and turned around making a growling noise.  Both our weapons lit up as the thing started to jump at us.  The bullets' impacts stunned it, and it fell on the floor.  It then proceeded to recover, and just as it was readying for another jump, I heard one more particularly loud bang just as its head exploded.  I turned around to see Jamie holding her magnum aiming still at her kill.  "Nice shot."