Ficcin' time.
Fandom: Supernatural / Resident Evil
Title: Project Mayhem
Rating: Well, there's graphic violence and future smut, so I'll go with a safe NC17.
Author: Lizi
Pairing: Sam/OFC, Dean/OFC
Warnings/Spoilers: If you're up to date on the show, you should be spoiler free (plus, the fact that I'm a recently hooked Supernatrual fan, so Wikipedia has been my friend when it came to this fic). As for warnings, there's gratuitous violence and Resident Evil style gore. And cursing. And smut. I'm a bad girl. =P
Author's Note: My apologies in advance if there are horrid OOC moments for the boys. Like I said, I'm new to the show. Also told from a narrator's POV.
Words : 3,576 (if I remember correctly)
Summary: I hate summaries, lol. So, I'll leave this blank.
It was one of those days where the sky is bluer than a crayon, and the only thing keeping the day from being flawlessly perfect are a couple clouds. You know, those clouds that look sort of like a blob of white string cheese, but maybe a little more transparent? Yeah, I know that was stretching a bit, but that’s okay. This is my story, a story I’m deciding to weave to all of you, so if it’s a little off, that’s all right, I’m sure you’ll deal with it.
Who am I, you ask? Well, I’d prefer to remain nameless, for the sake of protection if that’s all the same. But, I am a former employee of the Umbrella corporation. For those of you who don't know, Umbrella Corporation is a government funded organization, said to be developing cosmetics, pharmaceuticals and other things of general public necessity. What they're up to, really? Is not to be revealed yet. So, anyway, where was I?
Ah, yes, I remember now; I had just begun the tale. Surprises come. It’s inevitable. Pleasant or not, they’re always going to be there. I’ve come to find it quite surprising (of the pleasant nature) what a pair of near-strangers can go through when put in the position of work together or die. I’ve seen many things in my time, at least when I worked as an Umbrella scientist, but not a lot can beat the tale I’m about to weave for you.
Many people don’t believe that zombies exist. Most people, religious high-hats and the like, are firm under the belief that once you die, that’s it. Your body is buried and your soul flies up to the great beyond and blah, blah, blah. Whatever. Well, I know that‘s not true. And I know of four people who can tell you that the great beyond and the ground? Are not the end. Sam and Dean Winchester, brothers who hail from Kansas, and devote their lives to exposing and eradicating the evils of the supernatural word, and Anna Thompson and Raina Morenez, a pair of zombie hunters, were thrown into the depths of hell, in a whirlwind; where their only goal was to come through alive.
It began on a scorching, record-breaking hot day in Mentone, Texas. The heat had been rising all summer, and as it said on the weather, it was only going to get worse. 110º Fahrenheit in the middle of the day and the low, in the middle of the night, was 90º. Two workers, dressed in trench coats and sunglasses, were dragging a pair of sleeping bags across a metal floor. An elevator door opened before them, and they sent the two bags down, to the second basement floor of an underground building.
Mentone, Texas is a small town right by the border of New Mexico, and the last recorded population was a rousing fifteen. But, you see, beneath the sand was a huge, labyrinthine laboratory, used for the development of--well, if I told you that, it would ruin the story. For now, we move to the room where the top unheard of scientist on the west coast called her home. On the top floor of the underground laboratory, Cathryn Lavalee sat, watching five different computer screens and making connotations on what she was seeing.
Saturday, July 28th, 2006
We tested sample T on guinea pig number three and the results are not yet fully conclusive. Temperature in the dome is an even sixty degrees and I am pondering introducing rain as a component for when the specimen is released to other climates. As for the main threats to the operation, I made a few calls and the Winchesters, Thompson and Morenez are officially nothing to worry about. We had to...'incapacitate' the older Winchester and Miss Morenez, and the younger Winchester and Miss Thompson are in a basement cell. I'll be excited to see how they fit into our little plan.
For now, Albert? I will proceed as planned and update as updates are available.
~Cathryn
Cathryn Lavalee was a brilliant woman, who was, at the time, in her late thirties. She had devoted all her life to science, and at the age of eighteen, she graduated college and was immediately hired on at the Umbrella Corporation's 'Cosmetics Department.' Now, back to those sleeping bags we were talking about before. The elevator door opened up, and another pair of men picked the bags up and dragged them to a door at the end of the hall, unceremoniously flopping them atop one another and turned out the light, then closed and locked the door...
Jessi McArthur entered the laboratory with an enchanted, excited look on her face, as she took a seat beside Cathryn. Jessi was Cathryn's intern, training to be the vice president of the department that Cathryn ran. Also, she had been a bit of a, well, groupie, for lack of a better word, to Cathryn, since the day she started at Umbrella. "Miss Lavalee, Miss Thompson and young Mr. Winchester are in place...shall we start?" she asked with a small smile on her face. “We can start now.”
Cathryn grinned and lowered her black rimmed glasses to look at Jessi eye-to-eye. "Spectacular. Yes, Jessica. Turn on the motion detectors we implanted, all of the laboratory cameras and sound recorders. Make sure I can see hear and follow their every move. I want to know where they are, what they're doing and how they're doing it. Are we clear?"
Jessi nodded and started doing as her superior commanded, flicking switches and pressing buttons, activating everything that needed to be activated. Her eyes raised to a television screen, where a camera focused on the basement room that the sleeping bags were placed in, though at this point, it was far too dark to see. "Everything is all set, Miss Lavalee," she said as she took her place back in the chair next to Cathryn’s. "And what of the other Winchester and Miss Morenez?"
Cathryn looked at the paper in front of her. "Well, they've been taken care of for now. By the time they're a threat? We'll be able to see their every move, too. I’ve made sure that the four of them won't meet up until it's time to release Nemesis...you may go on your lunch break now..." she said, releasing Jessi of her duties and leaning back to watch the show...
~*~
Sam Winchester moved around in mild discomfort, opening his eyes and groaning when he suddenly felt that his normally comfortable mattress was lumpy. "What the hell?" he spoke in a whiny, morning voice. He looked around and noticed, too, that the room he was in as much darker than his own, and the place where his window sat was not even mildly lit, not even allowing the light from the mid-night moon into the room. No, it was much darker than it should have been. "Where the hell am I? This is not my room...!" he sat up. "This is not my bed! Where am I?"
Anna opened her eyes, upon feeling a huge weight shifting atop her. "Unh..." she wiggled beneath it, but it refused to budge, and it was beginning to crush her. She heard a voice asking where the hell they were, and she wiggled harder, feeling the weight on her shift again, so it was fully on her legs. "Ow! Get off of me! Who in the hell is talking to me? And where in the fuck is this? I'm not on my bed..." she panicked a little. "Who in the hell is on top of me? GET OFF OF ME!"
Sam practically leapt off the 'mattress' and looked down at it. He tried as hard as he could to see who was below him, but in the pitch black of the room, he could barely see his own hand before his face, let alone who sat before him. "Who's there?"
Anna stretched her legs, then stood up. "I could ask the same of you there, mister. If I could see you, that is..." she said as she looked into the blackness, not even able to make out the silhouette of the person before her, let alone identify them.
Sam looked in the direction of where the voice was coming from and scoffed. "Sam Winchester. And you might be?"
Anna grinned and looked in the direction of Sam's voice. "As in, like, the demon hunter Sam Winchester?" she asked with a slight chuckle. She'd heard of the Winchester brothers...and always thought what they did was really cool. A lot similar to what she and Raina did, only a lot more widespread.
A little confused, Sam raised an eyebrow. He'd never met this girl before, as far as he knew, so…how could she have known who he was? "Should I be asking how you know who I am?" he asked Anna, running a hand through his hair and shrugging. "And who you are, once again?"
Anna laughed a little and leaned against the wall she was standing by. "I bet I can answer both of those with just my name..." she spoke wryly. "Anna Thompson..." she said proudly, knowing almost for sure that Sam would know who she was. They were, well, not really rivals, but not exactly the closest allies, either, as they were occasionally competitors.
Sam laughed a little. "The zombie lady! Wow!" he said with another chuckle. "I thought I'd never meet you in person..."
Now, you may be wondering how neither of them are panicking, or asking how they got where they are. Simple, really. Sam and Anna are both firm in the understanding of how much of a threat they are to their enemies. Anna and Raina and successfully slain hundreds of zombies in their time, and Sam and Dean had solved many cases of supernatural behavior and circumstances, slaying many demons and protecting (as well as ending) many lives. What they don't know, however, is exactly how many enemies they actually have.
Anna narrowed her eyes and put her hands on her hips. Every time she introduced herself to someone in her general field, they laughed at her. She got sick of it at some point, and wondered how in the hell Raina hadn't gotten sick of it, since she'd been in the business for much longer than Anna. And she hadn't expected it, either--at least not in this instance. "Something funny, Winchester?" she asked, knowing full well that she could fight Sam to the ground, even in the dark.
Sam shook his head and smiled a little. "No, no. Sorry. Hey, Dean! Get up! We're in the presence of greatness!" he hollered throughout the room, now trying to play Anna's nerves like a piano, because hearing her get aggravated was slightly amusing, but still wondering where in the hell his brother was, and why he hadn't made a noise yet.
Anna chuckled and flipped her hair behind her shoulder. "Oh, yes! Let me meet the infamous hard ass, Dean Winchester! Awaken, oh great one!" she felt along the wall for a light switch. "God, I need some light here..." she shouted. "Help me, Sam?"
Sam walked slowly to the wall with his arms out in front of him until his hands hit the cold concrete, and felt along the wall until his hand hit a light switch. "Found it!" he said with a grin as he flicked the switch on. "Dean...!" he looked around the room for his brother and almost stopped cold. "Holy..."
No. There was no Dean--nor was there any right of Raina. Anna's eyes adjusted to the light slowly and when they finally did, she looked around the room and her jaw fell open. "Oh...my God..." she gasped. There were medieval torture devices strewn all over the room and it looked like there was blood all over the place. "What the...what the hell kind of place is this?" she asked as she put her hands against the wall.
Sam's jaw fell open and he looked from device to device, then over to Anna, momentarily forgetting that his brother wasn't there. "It looks like...some kind of medieval torture chamber...I've read about these things before...that's a coffin," he pointed to an object made of nothing more than strips of metal, bent around to the shape of a straight-standing human form. "...in medieval times they'd put people in there, the time varies, depending on what crime they'd committed. Sometimes even in scorching heat, always in public, too, for humiliation purposes..." he shuddered and looked to another of the devices. "And that's..."
She looked from Sam to the device. "The rack," she shuddered and looked at the flat, almost cot-like machine. "I can't believe there are still places that use these things..." she looked back at Sam. "I've seen some strange things over the past few years, but this surpasses them all. This is just...creepy..." she cringed.
Sam looked around, finally coming to the conclusion that they were alone in the room. Concern spread across his face. "And there's no Dean or Raina in here, either. I love how people think they can get to us by separating us from Raina and Dean..." he narrowed his eyes and huffed. "It's like they want to..." he tried to think of what to say.
Anna pretended to be calm. She played the aloof, unafraid, strong woman who could handle anything, but truth be told, she had never done anything like this without Raina before. She was thankful to have Sam, or else she'd have been liable to freak out. "Divide and conquer...or something?"
Cathryn, who was watching bemusedly on her television screens, heard Anna speaking and chuckled lightly as she looked to a camera where a young man sits in a chair in a hotel room, bound and gagged, and another chair sits, blocking the bathroom door. "Or something, Anna...or something..."
Sam clenched his fists tightly and groaned in anguish. "As if I'm not gonna be able to find him. As if I'm not gonna get out of here..." he started pacing and looked at Anna, who seemed oddly calm about this whole situation. "I've been through worse than this! As if I'm...what are you doing?" he asked as he saw her running her hands along the wall.
Anna turned her head and looked at Sam after his little spaz session was over. "I don't know about you, but I'm not too keen with the idea of spending my last days--or day... or whatever, in this creepy ass jail cell of a torture chamber..." she pondered what she had just said and chuckled lightly. "We lead really messed up lives, Sam..."
Sam calmed down a little, laughed and started looking along the walls with Anna. "You know..." he turned his head and looked at her. "I constantly find myself thinking the same thing..." he leaned back against the wall and sighed a little. "But alas, it's the life that chose us, Anna. What are we to do?" he shook his head.
Anna smiled and nodded her head. "Live with it, I wager. Still pretty messed up though..." she said with a shrug and a sigh. "So, what say you we get the hell out of this creepy freaking room?"
Sam nodded and started feeling along the walls again, then looked up momentarily. "Sure...then we go looking for Raina and Dean?" he asked, then took notice of how the wall seemed a little sunk in around where Anna was standing. "Hey...that looks like a door...but I don't see any way to open it or anything..." he looked at her, slightly puzzled.
Anna nodded and took a couple of steps back from the wall. "Yeah, Raina and Dean are probably in another cell around here, anyway..." she said as she looked at Sam, then raised an eyebrow as she saw a blinking light in the corner of the room. "Also...I think that's a camera or something...we have an audience, Sam!" she waved cheerily to the camera and flashed a toothy smile.
Sam raised an eyebrow at the nonchalant way Anna spoke of the camera. "Par for the course for you?" he asked with an eyebrow raised, and grinned when she nodded. "Anyway...we need to find a way to open that door."
Cathryn watched as Anna took notice of the camera. "Well, her calmness is admirable, but I wonder how she'll handle it when the Winchester boy freaks out. Jessica?" she called to Jessi, who had only just reentered the room from her lunch break. "Press that pink button, will you? Show our friends how to get out of their cell? Show them what awaits them?" she said with a huge grin, watching as the cell door opened.
Anna spun around quickly as the door opened, then raised an eyebrow. "I don't know what I did, but I did it!" she turned and looked at Sam. "I'm a genius!" she laughed.
Sam raised an eyebrow and laughed at Anna, following her as she walked out of the room. "Oh, that was so OBVIOUSLY me!" he half-smiled. "I mean...I'm so much smarter than you!"
Anna shoved Sam with her shoulder, and grinned at him. "Nah-uh! My brain is way superior to yours!" she made her way out into the hallway and looked around. The hallway was made only of metal, with absolutely no color anywhere, and the light, an old fluorescent light bulb, was flickering so that the room looked almost haunted. "Wow, this is really freaking creepy..." she looked up at Sam.
Sam narrowed his eyes and looked at Anna, playfully. "No way could you have done that!" he stuck his tongue out, then looked back up at the scenery--or, lack thereof--before them. "What a dank ro--what in the hell is that?!" he looked forward at a man, covered in blood and grotesque slime, dragging his foot as he walked toward Sam and Anna.
While Umbrella wanted the public to believe they were there to develop pharmaceuticals and cosmetics, and they did so to keep their other operations secret, they were really in development of a deadly virus that turns any living creature into a nightmarish form of their former self. This worried me to the point that I had to leave Umbrella. The 'grotesque thing' that Sam saw was a human being infested with the 't-virus' after it died, bringing it back to life and making it into a zombie, more or less. What Sam was seeing was just that. Brown slime dripped from it's every pore and blood from every orifice, as it limps and drags it's gangrenous limbs behind it.
Anna sighed and looked at Sam. "That, my friend, is a zombie. Fun stuff, I can promise you that..." she said as she cracked her knuckles and looked at Sam. "And me without any of my fun stuff! Of all the times I wished I had my kit and Raina..." she chuckled.
Sam watched as Anna breezed past him and approached the zombie, ten or so feet away. "You mean...I get to see the infamous Anna Thompson at work?" he asked with a slight grin, though his eyes were still a bit nervous.
Anna smiled and brughed past Sam. "Yes. But alas," she sighed wistfully. "You'll have to watch me do it the old fashioned way..." she said as she dodged around the zombie, put her hands on it's shoulders and stepped on it's calf, then knocked him to his knees, grabbing his head on either side and snapping his neck. "Everything is so par for the course today!"
Sam looked at Anna in shock, then ran his hand through his hair. "Um...whoa. That was awesome..." he grinned a little, though he made a mental note to make sure that he stayed in Anna's good graces. "So...how many zombies usually travel in a gaggle...or pack...or...you get it..." he asked with a shrug as he looked at the zombie on the floor.
Anna chuckled and blushed a little as Sam called her professional demeanor 'awesome.' "Thanks...I do my best..." she bit her lower lip and looked up and down the hall for anywhere that resembled a way out. She thought a little about Sam's question. "Well, it depends, really..." she said with a shrug. "It depends on where you're located and on how many people have died recently...how big the cemetery is, whether it was a freak incident or whatever...there are a lot of factors that can change how many zombies are in a concentrated area..."
Sam took in everything that Anna was saying and nodded his head, then rolled his eyes a little as she described all the different variables deciding how many zombies were in an area. "And of course, we have no idea where we are, so there could be about nine-hundred in just this hallway, for all we know..." he sighed. "I feel like I'm in one of those video games Dean likes to play..."
Anna smiled a little in response to what Sam said. "I promise you, video games do real life no justice. Try thinking long enough to pull your gun when you're being stared down by a real live zombie..." she chuckled. "Not easy..." she said as she looked up and down the hall. "This looks like some jacked laboratory..."
Sam took in everything Anna was saying and half-smiled. "You mean dead zombie?" he asked with a grin, proud to have corrected the pro, watching as her eyes narrowed slightly in annoyance.
Anna rolled her eyes at Sam and stuck her tongue out. "Well, undead zombie if you want to be THAT technical..." she winked and started down the hallway.
Sam couldn't help but think like a male when Anna winked at him and looked all flirtatiously. She was a beautiful woman. It was just a bonus that she knew what it was like to live a lonely life and deal with the stress of taking down non-human creatures. "Or that..." he replied as he followed her to search the hallway.
Title: Project Mayhem
Rating: Well, there's graphic violence and future smut, so I'll go with a safe NC17.
Author: Lizi
Pairing: Sam/OFC, Dean/OFC
Warnings/Spoilers: If you're up to date on the show, you should be spoiler free (plus, the fact that I'm a recently hooked Supernatrual fan, so Wikipedia has been my friend when it came to this fic). As for warnings, there's gratuitous violence and Resident Evil style gore. And cursing. And smut. I'm a bad girl. =P
Author's Note: My apologies in advance if there are horrid OOC moments for the boys. Like I said, I'm new to the show. Also told from a narrator's POV.
Words : 3,576 (if I remember correctly)
Summary: I hate summaries, lol. So, I'll leave this blank.
It was one of those days where the sky is bluer than a crayon, and the only thing keeping the day from being flawlessly perfect are a couple clouds. You know, those clouds that look sort of like a blob of white string cheese, but maybe a little more transparent? Yeah, I know that was stretching a bit, but that’s okay. This is my story, a story I’m deciding to weave to all of you, so if it’s a little off, that’s all right, I’m sure you’ll deal with it.
Who am I, you ask? Well, I’d prefer to remain nameless, for the sake of protection if that’s all the same. But, I am a former employee of the Umbrella corporation. For those of you who don't know, Umbrella Corporation is a government funded organization, said to be developing cosmetics, pharmaceuticals and other things of general public necessity. What they're up to, really? Is not to be revealed yet. So, anyway, where was I?
Ah, yes, I remember now; I had just begun the tale. Surprises come. It’s inevitable. Pleasant or not, they’re always going to be there. I’ve come to find it quite surprising (of the pleasant nature) what a pair of near-strangers can go through when put in the position of work together or die. I’ve seen many things in my time, at least when I worked as an Umbrella scientist, but not a lot can beat the tale I’m about to weave for you.
Many people don’t believe that zombies exist. Most people, religious high-hats and the like, are firm under the belief that once you die, that’s it. Your body is buried and your soul flies up to the great beyond and blah, blah, blah. Whatever. Well, I know that‘s not true. And I know of four people who can tell you that the great beyond and the ground? Are not the end. Sam and Dean Winchester, brothers who hail from Kansas, and devote their lives to exposing and eradicating the evils of the supernatural word, and Anna Thompson and Raina Morenez, a pair of zombie hunters, were thrown into the depths of hell, in a whirlwind; where their only goal was to come through alive.
It began on a scorching, record-breaking hot day in Mentone, Texas. The heat had been rising all summer, and as it said on the weather, it was only going to get worse. 110º Fahrenheit in the middle of the day and the low, in the middle of the night, was 90º. Two workers, dressed in trench coats and sunglasses, were dragging a pair of sleeping bags across a metal floor. An elevator door opened before them, and they sent the two bags down, to the second basement floor of an underground building.
Mentone, Texas is a small town right by the border of New Mexico, and the last recorded population was a rousing fifteen. But, you see, beneath the sand was a huge, labyrinthine laboratory, used for the development of--well, if I told you that, it would ruin the story. For now, we move to the room where the top unheard of scientist on the west coast called her home. On the top floor of the underground laboratory, Cathryn Lavalee sat, watching five different computer screens and making connotations on what she was seeing.
Saturday, July 28th, 2006
We tested sample T on guinea pig number three and the results are not yet fully conclusive. Temperature in the dome is an even sixty degrees and I am pondering introducing rain as a component for when the specimen is released to other climates. As for the main threats to the operation, I made a few calls and the Winchesters, Thompson and Morenez are officially nothing to worry about. We had to...'incapacitate' the older Winchester and Miss Morenez, and the younger Winchester and Miss Thompson are in a basement cell. I'll be excited to see how they fit into our little plan.
For now, Albert? I will proceed as planned and update as updates are available.
~Cathryn
Cathryn Lavalee was a brilliant woman, who was, at the time, in her late thirties. She had devoted all her life to science, and at the age of eighteen, she graduated college and was immediately hired on at the Umbrella Corporation's 'Cosmetics Department.' Now, back to those sleeping bags we were talking about before. The elevator door opened up, and another pair of men picked the bags up and dragged them to a door at the end of the hall, unceremoniously flopping them atop one another and turned out the light, then closed and locked the door...
Jessi McArthur entered the laboratory with an enchanted, excited look on her face, as she took a seat beside Cathryn. Jessi was Cathryn's intern, training to be the vice president of the department that Cathryn ran. Also, she had been a bit of a, well, groupie, for lack of a better word, to Cathryn, since the day she started at Umbrella. "Miss Lavalee, Miss Thompson and young Mr. Winchester are in place...shall we start?" she asked with a small smile on her face. “We can start now.”
Cathryn grinned and lowered her black rimmed glasses to look at Jessi eye-to-eye. "Spectacular. Yes, Jessica. Turn on the motion detectors we implanted, all of the laboratory cameras and sound recorders. Make sure I can see hear and follow their every move. I want to know where they are, what they're doing and how they're doing it. Are we clear?"
Jessi nodded and started doing as her superior commanded, flicking switches and pressing buttons, activating everything that needed to be activated. Her eyes raised to a television screen, where a camera focused on the basement room that the sleeping bags were placed in, though at this point, it was far too dark to see. "Everything is all set, Miss Lavalee," she said as she took her place back in the chair next to Cathryn’s. "And what of the other Winchester and Miss Morenez?"
Cathryn looked at the paper in front of her. "Well, they've been taken care of for now. By the time they're a threat? We'll be able to see their every move, too. I’ve made sure that the four of them won't meet up until it's time to release Nemesis...you may go on your lunch break now..." she said, releasing Jessi of her duties and leaning back to watch the show...
~*~
Sam Winchester moved around in mild discomfort, opening his eyes and groaning when he suddenly felt that his normally comfortable mattress was lumpy. "What the hell?" he spoke in a whiny, morning voice. He looked around and noticed, too, that the room he was in as much darker than his own, and the place where his window sat was not even mildly lit, not even allowing the light from the mid-night moon into the room. No, it was much darker than it should have been. "Where the hell am I? This is not my room...!" he sat up. "This is not my bed! Where am I?"
Anna opened her eyes, upon feeling a huge weight shifting atop her. "Unh..." she wiggled beneath it, but it refused to budge, and it was beginning to crush her. She heard a voice asking where the hell they were, and she wiggled harder, feeling the weight on her shift again, so it was fully on her legs. "Ow! Get off of me! Who in the hell is talking to me? And where in the fuck is this? I'm not on my bed..." she panicked a little. "Who in the hell is on top of me? GET OFF OF ME!"
Sam practically leapt off the 'mattress' and looked down at it. He tried as hard as he could to see who was below him, but in the pitch black of the room, he could barely see his own hand before his face, let alone who sat before him. "Who's there?"
Anna stretched her legs, then stood up. "I could ask the same of you there, mister. If I could see you, that is..." she said as she looked into the blackness, not even able to make out the silhouette of the person before her, let alone identify them.
Sam looked in the direction of where the voice was coming from and scoffed. "Sam Winchester. And you might be?"
Anna grinned and looked in the direction of Sam's voice. "As in, like, the demon hunter Sam Winchester?" she asked with a slight chuckle. She'd heard of the Winchester brothers...and always thought what they did was really cool. A lot similar to what she and Raina did, only a lot more widespread.
A little confused, Sam raised an eyebrow. He'd never met this girl before, as far as he knew, so…how could she have known who he was? "Should I be asking how you know who I am?" he asked Anna, running a hand through his hair and shrugging. "And who you are, once again?"
Anna laughed a little and leaned against the wall she was standing by. "I bet I can answer both of those with just my name..." she spoke wryly. "Anna Thompson..." she said proudly, knowing almost for sure that Sam would know who she was. They were, well, not really rivals, but not exactly the closest allies, either, as they were occasionally competitors.
Sam laughed a little. "The zombie lady! Wow!" he said with another chuckle. "I thought I'd never meet you in person..."
Now, you may be wondering how neither of them are panicking, or asking how they got where they are. Simple, really. Sam and Anna are both firm in the understanding of how much of a threat they are to their enemies. Anna and Raina and successfully slain hundreds of zombies in their time, and Sam and Dean had solved many cases of supernatural behavior and circumstances, slaying many demons and protecting (as well as ending) many lives. What they don't know, however, is exactly how many enemies they actually have.
Anna narrowed her eyes and put her hands on her hips. Every time she introduced herself to someone in her general field, they laughed at her. She got sick of it at some point, and wondered how in the hell Raina hadn't gotten sick of it, since she'd been in the business for much longer than Anna. And she hadn't expected it, either--at least not in this instance. "Something funny, Winchester?" she asked, knowing full well that she could fight Sam to the ground, even in the dark.
Sam shook his head and smiled a little. "No, no. Sorry. Hey, Dean! Get up! We're in the presence of greatness!" he hollered throughout the room, now trying to play Anna's nerves like a piano, because hearing her get aggravated was slightly amusing, but still wondering where in the hell his brother was, and why he hadn't made a noise yet.
Anna chuckled and flipped her hair behind her shoulder. "Oh, yes! Let me meet the infamous hard ass, Dean Winchester! Awaken, oh great one!" she felt along the wall for a light switch. "God, I need some light here..." she shouted. "Help me, Sam?"
Sam walked slowly to the wall with his arms out in front of him until his hands hit the cold concrete, and felt along the wall until his hand hit a light switch. "Found it!" he said with a grin as he flicked the switch on. "Dean...!" he looked around the room for his brother and almost stopped cold. "Holy..."
No. There was no Dean--nor was there any right of Raina. Anna's eyes adjusted to the light slowly and when they finally did, she looked around the room and her jaw fell open. "Oh...my God..." she gasped. There were medieval torture devices strewn all over the room and it looked like there was blood all over the place. "What the...what the hell kind of place is this?" she asked as she put her hands against the wall.
Sam's jaw fell open and he looked from device to device, then over to Anna, momentarily forgetting that his brother wasn't there. "It looks like...some kind of medieval torture chamber...I've read about these things before...that's a coffin," he pointed to an object made of nothing more than strips of metal, bent around to the shape of a straight-standing human form. "...in medieval times they'd put people in there, the time varies, depending on what crime they'd committed. Sometimes even in scorching heat, always in public, too, for humiliation purposes..." he shuddered and looked to another of the devices. "And that's..."
She looked from Sam to the device. "The rack," she shuddered and looked at the flat, almost cot-like machine. "I can't believe there are still places that use these things..." she looked back at Sam. "I've seen some strange things over the past few years, but this surpasses them all. This is just...creepy..." she cringed.
Sam looked around, finally coming to the conclusion that they were alone in the room. Concern spread across his face. "And there's no Dean or Raina in here, either. I love how people think they can get to us by separating us from Raina and Dean..." he narrowed his eyes and huffed. "It's like they want to..." he tried to think of what to say.
Anna pretended to be calm. She played the aloof, unafraid, strong woman who could handle anything, but truth be told, she had never done anything like this without Raina before. She was thankful to have Sam, or else she'd have been liable to freak out. "Divide and conquer...or something?"
Cathryn, who was watching bemusedly on her television screens, heard Anna speaking and chuckled lightly as she looked to a camera where a young man sits in a chair in a hotel room, bound and gagged, and another chair sits, blocking the bathroom door. "Or something, Anna...or something..."
Sam clenched his fists tightly and groaned in anguish. "As if I'm not gonna be able to find him. As if I'm not gonna get out of here..." he started pacing and looked at Anna, who seemed oddly calm about this whole situation. "I've been through worse than this! As if I'm...what are you doing?" he asked as he saw her running her hands along the wall.
Anna turned her head and looked at Sam after his little spaz session was over. "I don't know about you, but I'm not too keen with the idea of spending my last days--or day... or whatever, in this creepy ass jail cell of a torture chamber..." she pondered what she had just said and chuckled lightly. "We lead really messed up lives, Sam..."
Sam calmed down a little, laughed and started looking along the walls with Anna. "You know..." he turned his head and looked at her. "I constantly find myself thinking the same thing..." he leaned back against the wall and sighed a little. "But alas, it's the life that chose us, Anna. What are we to do?" he shook his head.
Anna smiled and nodded her head. "Live with it, I wager. Still pretty messed up though..." she said with a shrug and a sigh. "So, what say you we get the hell out of this creepy freaking room?"
Sam nodded and started feeling along the walls again, then looked up momentarily. "Sure...then we go looking for Raina and Dean?" he asked, then took notice of how the wall seemed a little sunk in around where Anna was standing. "Hey...that looks like a door...but I don't see any way to open it or anything..." he looked at her, slightly puzzled.
Anna nodded and took a couple of steps back from the wall. "Yeah, Raina and Dean are probably in another cell around here, anyway..." she said as she looked at Sam, then raised an eyebrow as she saw a blinking light in the corner of the room. "Also...I think that's a camera or something...we have an audience, Sam!" she waved cheerily to the camera and flashed a toothy smile.
Sam raised an eyebrow at the nonchalant way Anna spoke of the camera. "Par for the course for you?" he asked with an eyebrow raised, and grinned when she nodded. "Anyway...we need to find a way to open that door."
Cathryn watched as Anna took notice of the camera. "Well, her calmness is admirable, but I wonder how she'll handle it when the Winchester boy freaks out. Jessica?" she called to Jessi, who had only just reentered the room from her lunch break. "Press that pink button, will you? Show our friends how to get out of their cell? Show them what awaits them?" she said with a huge grin, watching as the cell door opened.
Anna spun around quickly as the door opened, then raised an eyebrow. "I don't know what I did, but I did it!" she turned and looked at Sam. "I'm a genius!" she laughed.
Sam raised an eyebrow and laughed at Anna, following her as she walked out of the room. "Oh, that was so OBVIOUSLY me!" he half-smiled. "I mean...I'm so much smarter than you!"
Anna shoved Sam with her shoulder, and grinned at him. "Nah-uh! My brain is way superior to yours!" she made her way out into the hallway and looked around. The hallway was made only of metal, with absolutely no color anywhere, and the light, an old fluorescent light bulb, was flickering so that the room looked almost haunted. "Wow, this is really freaking creepy..." she looked up at Sam.
Sam narrowed his eyes and looked at Anna, playfully. "No way could you have done that!" he stuck his tongue out, then looked back up at the scenery--or, lack thereof--before them. "What a dank ro--what in the hell is that?!" he looked forward at a man, covered in blood and grotesque slime, dragging his foot as he walked toward Sam and Anna.
While Umbrella wanted the public to believe they were there to develop pharmaceuticals and cosmetics, and they did so to keep their other operations secret, they were really in development of a deadly virus that turns any living creature into a nightmarish form of their former self. This worried me to the point that I had to leave Umbrella. The 'grotesque thing' that Sam saw was a human being infested with the 't-virus' after it died, bringing it back to life and making it into a zombie, more or less. What Sam was seeing was just that. Brown slime dripped from it's every pore and blood from every orifice, as it limps and drags it's gangrenous limbs behind it.
Anna sighed and looked at Sam. "That, my friend, is a zombie. Fun stuff, I can promise you that..." she said as she cracked her knuckles and looked at Sam. "And me without any of my fun stuff! Of all the times I wished I had my kit and Raina..." she chuckled.
Sam watched as Anna breezed past him and approached the zombie, ten or so feet away. "You mean...I get to see the infamous Anna Thompson at work?" he asked with a slight grin, though his eyes were still a bit nervous.
Anna smiled and brughed past Sam. "Yes. But alas," she sighed wistfully. "You'll have to watch me do it the old fashioned way..." she said as she dodged around the zombie, put her hands on it's shoulders and stepped on it's calf, then knocked him to his knees, grabbing his head on either side and snapping his neck. "Everything is so par for the course today!"
Sam looked at Anna in shock, then ran his hand through his hair. "Um...whoa. That was awesome..." he grinned a little, though he made a mental note to make sure that he stayed in Anna's good graces. "So...how many zombies usually travel in a gaggle...or pack...or...you get it..." he asked with a shrug as he looked at the zombie on the floor.
Anna chuckled and blushed a little as Sam called her professional demeanor 'awesome.' "Thanks...I do my best..." she bit her lower lip and looked up and down the hall for anywhere that resembled a way out. She thought a little about Sam's question. "Well, it depends, really..." she said with a shrug. "It depends on where you're located and on how many people have died recently...how big the cemetery is, whether it was a freak incident or whatever...there are a lot of factors that can change how many zombies are in a concentrated area..."
Sam took in everything that Anna was saying and nodded his head, then rolled his eyes a little as she described all the different variables deciding how many zombies were in an area. "And of course, we have no idea where we are, so there could be about nine-hundred in just this hallway, for all we know..." he sighed. "I feel like I'm in one of those video games Dean likes to play..."
Anna smiled a little in response to what Sam said. "I promise you, video games do real life no justice. Try thinking long enough to pull your gun when you're being stared down by a real live zombie..." she chuckled. "Not easy..." she said as she looked up and down the hall. "This looks like some jacked laboratory..."
Sam took in everything Anna was saying and half-smiled. "You mean dead zombie?" he asked with a grin, proud to have corrected the pro, watching as her eyes narrowed slightly in annoyance.
Anna rolled her eyes at Sam and stuck her tongue out. "Well, undead zombie if you want to be THAT technical..." she winked and started down the hallway.
Sam couldn't help but think like a male when Anna winked at him and looked all flirtatiously. She was a beautiful woman. It was just a bonus that she knew what it was like to live a lonely life and deal with the stress of taking down non-human creatures. "Or that..." he replied as he followed her to search the hallway.