Isaac Clarke
Isaac ran through the halls of the CMS Terra Nova, desperate to look for his friend and partner who had just suffered from an attack. At first, Isaac was skeptical of the warning about a "vampire" being aboard, but when he finally found Carver's body on the floor near a couple of human-sized holes in the wall, his friend's warning was confirmed. Bite marks on the neck.
"Son of a b****," was Isaac's only comment on the situation at hand. He lifted his fallen Comrade's body up and started his trek to the infirmary wing. After dropping him off, he had to head back to the wing and check on Zyland. If anyone was in danger, it was their pal who was with the supplies that the vampire came for.
Zyland Bannon
Zyland sat cautiously in the engine room of the ship. All he needed to do bow was wait for the computer to finish the check to make sure that nothing else was out of place. Suddenly, however, this was not his greatest concern. He was the only one standing in between the "vampire" and the stolen supplies the sat in the room with him. He figured the guy would have been here by now, but to Bannon's advantage, the intruder seemed to be lost. He sat patiently, waiting for the tram to come by, knowing that the railway system was the only way anyone could come.
Derek Simmons
Derek sat in his office of the old Umbrella outpost in Siberia. After falling to the likes of Leon Kennedy, he needed a place to recover from his wound. Luckily for him, the government agent had presumed him dead. Frankly, Derek couldn't blame the guy. He had been stabbed through the chest by a spire about as wide as he was. That would kill a man who lacked Derek's... Talents.
Now, he say in the office patiently. He would be fully recovered soon, and Neo-Umbrella was almost ready for another boost in activity. Thinking about this, however, made him curious. He had to ask.
"Queen, status update, if you would?" He asked to seemingly no one.
"The Tyrant II specimens are still contained 100% effectively, and the radar detects no one outside of our ranks is within four hundred miles of the facility." A female voice came, just after a small, red, humanoid hologram appeared.
"Outstanding. And any changes on my estimated time of recovery?"
"None have been made."
"Unfortunate. Thank you nonetheless, Queen."
He finished. The hologram replied with a nod then disappeared. Derek smiled. "Oh, these next few months are going to be very, very productive."