This Gun Is Heavy...

Steve was a bit fearful of Clyde. Some of the actions Clyde makes, let Steve know that he really is not a trustworthy or helpful type. A bit of a selfish brute, for what it seems. However, Steve was not exactly afraid to show Clyde his angered reaction to being called a freak.

Steve's expression went a bit grim, as he stood straight and in front of Clyde,

"I don't care if you hate me, I'm not gonna' have you treat me like trash!"

Rather instantly, Clyde laughs a bit, hard in his face, finding Steve's attempts to defend himself rather childish and simple. The moment his laughing cease, Clyde would shove Steve's right shoulder, twisting him to rotate, making Steve face the opposite direction, away from Clyde. Clyde kicks Steve's foot back and grabbed the back of his head, pushing Steve down. Steve's hands get restrained, bent to his back as Clyde speaks rather harshly in gritted teeth to Steve's ear,

"You think just because you have this disease inside of you, it makes you better than everyone?!"

Steve grunted in frustration with the straining position he was in.

"Aaagh! What?! No! Get off!" rather easily, Steve noticed that it felt as if Clyde was not really trying to hold him down. Steve noticed he could free himself if he tried, but it was obvious Clyde was giving his all.

Steve moves his hand that was held down onto his back, Clyde's expression had fallen into a state of shock and disbelief as Steve easily grabbed his MAC's and pointed behind him pointing at Clyde, "Let go of me."

Instantly Clyde jumped to the opposite side of the elevator wide-eyed and a bit fearful to Steve. One simple motion to show his strength and Steve had already overpowered Clyde both physically and mentally. There was a rather pathetic look in Steve's eyes but quickly put it into perspective.

This man was probably attempting to show his militaristic instincts to restrain and subdue what Clyde had possibly seen as a threat. When threat showed dominance and strength, human instincts came in, and fear overwhelmed him, While Steve was simply trying to get comfortable and on his feet, as he did. Steve stood and saw the floor reach.

The elevator stopped and they stumbled from the abrupt halt in motion.

"Look," Steve started, "I'm not the bad guy, and I don't wish to start anything with you. So play nice and if this gym is as dangerous as you people claim, I'll do what I can to keep you alive..." Steve knelt down to grab his other MAC 11 and extended his gun over to him, letting Clyde have it, "Deal?"

Clyde stared at the gun in his hand and then stared at Steve, eye to eye. He reached to the automatic tool slowly and took it from Steve's hand just as slowly, "You give the man who, just threw you on the ground a gun, expecting him to not shoot you immediately..." Clyde said in a bit of a cynical yet defensive tone. Steve nodded as he held the other automatic. To Clyde, it wasn't exactly going through to him that Steve was trusting him until it clicked with what Steve said next.

"You get my back, and I'll get yours."

Clyde stared at him with a completely different expression. The fear and hate were swapped with shock and confusion. His stance then shifted to a more relaxed stance, similar to Steve's, "Deal, but this is a one time, thing," Clyde said as he checked the barrel of his weapon to see if it's loaded. Steve smiled gently as he then openly showed Clyde himself flipping the safety off, letting Clyde know Steve wasn't going to shoot at all. Clyde stared again, clearly not used to this kind of person in his life.

Steve would turn is back to Clyde to examine the gym. His expectations were rather destroyed to what he had seen. He expected nothing but targets all-around an over-dramatized shooting range. He was also expecting these expectations to be a bit much to expect. In reality, it seemed he was not expecting enough. Before him, was a complicated and complex design of what looked to be a village, all colored white. Houses and barnyard. A watchtower and a church all circulating an unkempt fire-pit. Steve had no expression other than pure awe. This was beyond anything he had ever seen.

Steve walked forward a bit and Clyde spoke up, "Weapon at the ready! They come in swarms!"

"Swarms?" Steve starts, "What comes in swa-"

"Just be ready!!" Clyde said, interrupting Steve.

No more arguments from Steve. He presented the barrel of his one-handed automatic, ahead of him. He kept his grip on the gun a bit firm, but not too tight. His finger relaxed, resting on the skin of the trigger. He aligned the front sight to the rear sight, aiming directly at wherever he would look. This stance he had made, left him uncomfortable and unable to get a good look at his surroundings.

One step after another. Steve was straining to keep his gun steady, as he steadily progressed through this village of white. It was so quiet and so vast. This whole level of the facility must have been part of this level of the SimGym. It was a bit much for Steve. Every minute detail had looked like a rural farm-like village. Steve would begin to lose focus from his gun and began to walk around. He was fascinated to it all. How real it all felt, how it all was so genuine. The lack of color had not broken the immersion. The only things that did were the uncommon support beams scattered around the map in a grid-like form. There were even times where Steve thought he had felt sunlight but was just a roof light being a bit brighter than the neighboring lights.

Steve had his automatic lowered, as he traveled throughout this fake, yet convincing village. He circled the outer sections of the village and then walked into the middle of the village. Steve was just confused at this point. There was not a single soul in sight, not even Clyde, though Steve was quick to feel his thoughts grow silent as a body figure would run from the barn and dart its way to the house. Whatever it was, would lock the door behind it. Steve had barely any time to react. He pointed at what he assumed was a human.

"H-Hey. Stop right there!!" his reaction time was impressive but the body was so fast, it was gone before Steve could even get a good look. Before Steve could even react, Clyde would reveal himself to a few feet behind Steve.

"Did it walk or run?" Clyde asked sternly.

Steve quickly aimed at him in shock but lowered his weapon, relieved to see a familiar face. Steve exhaled and responded, "The person was running.. sprinting to that cabin... or house.. or whatever it is.." Steve pointed his weapon to the door of the small cabin.

Clyde looked over to the door and then glared at Steve, "Are you certain it ran?" Clyde had given him a look, that practically spelled out to Steve. Whatever they are supposed to shoot at, does not run.

Steve nod to his question. Clyde's eyes would no longer glare at Steve, as he would then approach the cabin. Steve would watch Clyde slowly reach the doorknob and fail to open it. It really was locked!

Steve then heard something from behind. He made a sharp one-eighty and pointed his gun forward. He was faced the barn that the person had run from, but nothing was there. Steve glanced back to Clyde, to see him still struggling with the door. Could it have been in his head? Clyde didn't seem to hear it. It sounded like a growl or a snarl.

Steve heard it again! Same direction. It was definitely a growl! Steve aimed again and took a few steps forward, instinctively. He just moved in, like it was the right thing to do. Once he entered the barn, he would feel his heartbeat in his ears, as he inspected the inside of the barn. It was just a common casual design of a barn house. The barn was a bit tall, had a second level, while the first looked to be meant to feed and house a set of large farming animals, maybe horses or cows? There were two doors, the front, and back.

Steve took one step after the other, again focused through the sights of his automatic. The growl cooed once more. It was closer. A lot closer! in an instant, man then lunged onto Steve. The groggy figure was slow, so Steve easily evaded the man and took a few steps back.

Steve was too dumbstruck from the ungodly scent of earthly decay and death to properly react. This man had his arms lazily extended forward as it made an attempt to grab Steve. His skin looked rough and tattered, parts looked to be peeling or even hanging off, revealing a damp red with dark green blotches, molding the flesh on the inside. Its clothes looked similar to the umbrella lab coats, but it was too dirty and torn to confirm if it was an umbrella employee.

Steve took another step back to focus on this man a bit more, but the walking corpse was desperate. The body lunged forward again and grabbed a hold of Steve's shoulders. "SHIT!!" Steve yelped out, as he felt the fingers of this corpse grip down on his shoulders like a vice, as it would snarl, it attempted to lean in and bite down onto Steve's face. Steve drops his gun and places a hand on the zombie's chest and the other hand on the forehead pushed it back. One strong push and the arms of the dead man cracked, twist, and ripped straight off of the body of the zombie, which was thrown several feet back. Steve had no time to truly grasp what he had just done since the necrotic creature gurgled and struggled to stand back up, almost immediately after it was thrown. Its attempt to stand would show an entertaining wobble and bobble. Without its arms, it somewhat acted like a fish out of water, angrily attempting to drag itself closer to Steve, who still had the ripped arms locked on his shoulders.

Frantically, Steve knelt to get his gun. He grabbed it. Aimed. Pulled the trigger. The loud and echoing crackle of the bullets expelled there way through the air to pelt the meat and bone of this zombie. The air would numbingly be filled with rapid and desperate gunfire. The body of this dead man would ripple and dance in reaction to the bullets pummeling straight through him. Steve kept his finger down on the trigger, draining his magazine onto the now, still body, not willing to take the chance that this terrifying freak of nature would get back up. Within seconds, the gun would no longer fire. Steve could hear a ringing in his ears. his hand felt numb, his arm straining to squeeze his gun. He panted, as his eyes were locked to this now mangled bits of flesh, bone, and metal.

Steve took a second to catch his breath. He felt as if he was seconds away from retching up any bile in his stomach. He swallowed some spit, that he struggled to muster up in his dry mouth to keep everything down. Steve felt himself shake from the sudden rush of adrenaline. He sighed, as he then saw Clyde now standing next to him. Clyde looked at Steve and then the pile of rotting flesh, then back to Steve. The ground-shaking silence was interrupted the moment Clyde commented.

"I think you got em'"