ring, ring [Exemplary]

[Albert Wesker]

He was careful to step well around and over the fallen corpse as he left the security offices. Both because he couldn't see it to know where it was and didn't want to trip over it for an embarrassing repeat of his first stumble, and he simply couldn't be sure if it was still 'alive' under the obscuring, murky waters. Avoiding it as well as he could was the best course of action he had, short of wasting another grenade on dropping near where it had fallen, to ensure it was blown to pieces and down for good.

But just in case he ran into something else...he'd rather not do that.

In the hall again, he turned to head back for the intersection but was stopped short as something seized his leg under the water. It made him stagger, his balance lost and threatening to send him toppling into the water again. He managed to catch himself on the wall, and with a titanic effort he jerked his leg free of whatever had caught it. "More of them...under the water. Wonderful."

He didn't have time for this. With a scowl on his face, he pushed forward, redoubling his pace in spite of the discomfort it caused him to force his way through the water. An ache in his leg, where knives had been driven into it, started to claw at him again. It made him limp and drag his affected limb just slightly, slowing his pace just that much more. And on such a strict time limit as he was, even a slight hit to his speed was something he could ill afford. Still...he managed to make it back to the living quarters without incident, and back to the sturdily locked door. He dealt with it the same as he had the previous door, wedging the grenade between the handle and door, pulling the pin and positioning himself across the hall, into the room with its door blown completely off already. He threw himself threw the door and around the corner just as the blast went off, and this time he clearly heard the sound of shredding, ripping metal as the door was blown to shreds.

Satisfying.

As he was already here, he cast the beam of his flashlight around the darkened room, searching for anything of note. Much the same as the others, with the addition of a researcher's corpse slumped over the desk. Throat torn out by what looked like teeth, if the shape of the wound was anything to go by. Clothes and labcoat drenched in blood. Just to be sure, Wesker spent an increasingly precious moment to put several rounds into the corpse's head, ensuring it would stay down.

He left that room, quickly moving across the hall and into the newly blown-open room. The corpse of what was presumably the head researcher greeted him, shambling through the water at a quick, lurching pace. "Sorry, not in the mood for a hug." A quick burst of gunfire perforated the zombie's torso, staggering it, and a bullet to the head sent it toppling over into the water. "I'd forgotten how simple these creatures were..."

He disregarded that though, stepping over the fallen corpse to the desk. The computer there was still working, but...fitfully so. The monitor was cracked, and flickering unsteadily. All the same, he managed to access it. Emergency protocols had again locked most of it down, leaving only a handful of memos open and available. In one of them, he found what he was looking for: a reminder by the man himself, of the new access code. Seemed he had a poor memory, and wanted to keep it readily available until he could properly memorize it. "How convenient for me," Wesker mused, taking care to quickly memorize the number himself. He only needed to keep it in memory for a minute, no reason to write it down.

When he was confident he could recall it, he turned to leave, only to find another walking corpse rising out of the water. "Just how many of you are there down here?" He didn't even waste time finishing this one off, just sloshing through the water and delivering a sharp kick to stagger it, and a burst of gunfire that finally emptied the current magazine to topple it over so he could move on past it. "No time to waste on dealing with you." As he moved down the hallway, he ejected the spent ammo magazine from the rifle, loading in another. Given the ongoing scene down here, it was likely that any other undead lurking around would have been woken up and alerted to his presence by now. It would be good to make sure he was ready to fight them off, if it came to it.

As he reached the intersection and turned to head back for the stairs leading up, he heard the voice overhead droning on. Time continued to tick down on him; only a minute and a half left now. "This will be cutting it rather close...let's hope nothing else gets in my way."