S. D. Perry Resident Evil 03 City Of The Dead

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.But will they understand? Can they?Maybe, maybe not.But she was so overwhelmed bythe profound simplicity of the truth, she knew thatshe had to try, to make them see.The work wasWilliam's.It was his legacy, and now it was hers;she'd known that before, but now she knew it, a ray oflight in her mind that made everything else trivial.Not theirs.Mine.She'd have to find them, tell them, and once theyaccepted the truth of it, they would have to leave heralone and then, if there was still time, she could goher own way.But first, she needed another shot.Smiling, her eyeswide and starry, Annette stepped over the licker andstarted for the stairs.Leon thought he heard shots.He was in some kind of a surgical bay, the firstroom at the end of the first passage that he'd takenafter leaving Ada, and he looked up from the pile ofcrumpled papers he'd found, listening, but the dis-tant cracks didn't repeat, so he went back to hissearch.He rifled quickly through the pages, desperateto find anything besides the endless lists of numbersand letters beneath the Umbrella letterhead.Come on, there must be something useful in allthis.He wanted out, he wanted to get Ada and get thehell out.The disemboweled corpse slumped in thecorner was reason enough, but it was more thanthat - the very air of the room, of the hall outside theroom, and, he was willing to bet, of every room in thefacility, was just wrong.It stank like death, but worse,there was an atmosphere of something darker, some-thing amoral.Evil.They performed experiments here, they ran tests andGod knows what else here - and they'd created azombie plague, they'd created the monstrous demonthat attacked Ada, they'd murdered an entire city.Whatever they meant to do, they were practicing evil.Evil on a grand scale; the transport had takenthem into a secret Umbrella facility, and it was a bigone.From the numbers on the walls, he knew he wason the fourth floor, whatever that meant and thecatwalk he'd taken to get to the strange operatingroom, only one of three choices, had stretched overwhat had to be sixty or seventy feet of open space, thebottom to it lost in shadow.He didn't know how deephe and Ada had come, and he didn't really care; whathe wanted was a map like the one she'd found in thesewers, a clear and simple diagram with an arrowpointing to out.And it ain't here.Frustrated, Leon pushed the useless papers asideand saw there was a computer disk lying on the steeltable that had been hidden beneath the stack ofchemical readouts.He picked it up, frowning "ForCargo Room Verification" was printed on the label insmudged block letters.Sighing, Leon slipped it into his pocket and rubbedat his aching eyes with his right hand, his left armbasically useless again after carrying Ada from thelift.He didn't want to look for a computer to see whatwas on the disk, he didn't want to go wandering fromroom to room looking for the exit, seeing whatatrocities Umbrella had played with before they'dshut themselves down.He was tired and in pain andworried about Ada.and he decided, as he walkedback to the door, that he should go back and talk toher.He'd wanted to ease her mind, saying that hewould find the way out, but the place was just toogoddamn huge; if she even knew the direction, orcould remember the floor number.Leon opened the door, stepped into the hall.and a woman with a gun was standing in front ofhim, a nine-millimeter pointed at his chest.She wasbleeding, thin streams of crimson pouring from onearm and dripping down her dirty white lab coat andthe look on her face, the strange, wide-eyed glassylook that played across her features, told him thatmaking any sudden moves would be a very bad idea.Oh, Jesus, what is this?"You murdered my husband," she said, "you andyour partner and the girl, too - all of you, you wantedto dance on his grave but I have news for you!"She was high on something, he could hear it in herhigh, trembling voice and see it by the way her skintwitched and ticked.He kept his hands at his sides,kept his voice low and calm."Ma'am, I'm a police officer, and I'm here to help,okay? I don't want to hurt you, I just."The woman dipped her bloody hand into her pock-et and held up something, a glass tube full of somepurple fluid.She grinned wildly, raising it over herhead, the gun still trained on his chest."Here it is! It's what you want, isn't it? Listen tome, do you hear me? It isn 't yours! Do you understandwhat I'm saying? William made it, and I helped him,and it doesn't belong to you!"Leon nodded, speaking slowly."It doesn't belongto me, you're right.It's yours, absolutely."The woman wasn't even listening."You think youcan take it, but I'll stop you, I'll keep you from takingit - there's plenty of time, time for me to kill you andAda and anyone else who tries to take it!"Ada."What do you know about Ada?" Leon barked,taking a half-step toward the madwoman, no longerfeeling so calm."Did you hurt her? Tell me!"The woman laughed, a humorless, insane cackle."Umbrella sent her, you stupid shit! Ada Wong, MissLove-em-and-leave-em herself! She seduced John toget the G-Virus but it's not hers, either! It's not, it'sNOT YOURS IT'S MINE!A massive shock rocked the floor, pitching Leon tothe ground, a rumbling vibration that shook thewalls.and crash, pipes and plaster rained from theceiling, a thick beam striking the woman down with adull thump.Leon covered his head as bits of concreteand white chunks of drywall slapped at him.and it was over.Leon sat up, staring at thewoman in shock, not sure what had happened.Shewasn't moving.The metal beam that had struck herstill hanging from the ceiling, one of her arms pinnedbeneath it.and a cool, clear voice suddenly blared fromhidden speakers somewhere in the walls - female,calm, and punctuated by the rhythmic bleat of ahonking alarm."The self-destruct sequence has been activated.This auto-destruct sequence cannot be aborted.Allpersonnel should evacuate immediately.The self-destruct sequence has been activated.This programcannot be aborted.All personnel should evacuateimmediately."Leon scrambled to his feet, took one running steptoward the fallen woman - then reached down andplucked the glass cylinder from her outstretchedhand, shoving it into his utility pack.He didn't knowwho she was, but she was too crazy to be holdinganything in a test tube.Ada - he had to get to Ada and they had to get out.The throbbing, screeching alarms blasted through theechoing halls, chasing him through the door to thecatwalk along with the indifferent-sounding female'srepeating message of imminent destruction.The recorded voice didn't say how long they had,but Leon felt quite certain he didn't want to bearound when the clock ran out.TWENTY-SEVENTHE COOL, DARK RIDE DOWN THROUGH THEelevator shaft ended in a squeal of hydraulic brakesand then silence, as the engines shut down andtrapped them somewhere in the seemingly endlesstunnel."Claire? What."Claire held a finger to her lips, hushing Sherryand heard what sounded like an alarm from some-where outside, a repeating, muffled bleat of honkingnoise.There seemed to be talking, too, but Clairecould only make out the faintest mumble [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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