AN: I don't own Resident Evil or any of the characters involved in this story. All of those belong to Capcom and/or anyone else who helped create/publish/market Resident Evil.
This is my personal take on The Mansion Incident. Sort of based on the Umbrella Chronicles scenarios. If there are any details I missed, it's because I haven't played the REmake fully in a few years. Please keep all criticism constructive, thanks!
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Jill scanned the forest as Alpha Team flew across the Arklay Mountains. Suddenly, the searchlight glinted off of something metal through the trees.
"Look Chris!" She said, pointing in the direction of the helicopter wreckage.
"Brad, take us down." Wesker commanded as he noticed the chopper. The helicopter touched down in an open field nearby. Only a single hour after take-off, Bravo Team reported that they had engine failure, and had to make an emergency landing. Within another hour, all contact with Bravo Team was lost.
"Joseph, you investigate the wreckage. The rest of you, spread out, try to find any sign as to what may have happened to Bravo." Wesker's voice echoed throughout the empty forest. Jill began walking in the general direction of the wreckage, knowing that there would have to be some sign of them near there.
Joseph held his Samurai Edge tightly in his grip. His boot crunched against a small twig and leaves. The flashlight attached to his pistol reflected slightly off the metal of the S.T.A.R.S. chopper. As he stepped closer, the metallic smell of blood greeted his nose. His foot crunched against something other than earth as he stepped closer, it was glass. He stepped inside the chopper, and felt his throat tighten. Kevin, the new pilot, was strewn all over the inside of the chopper. His hand was missing, and his head had very little skin left, not to mention it was hanging onto his neck by, quite literally, a thread. Joseph choked out a scream and ran from the chopper, not even wanting to see what could have done that to a person.
Chris looked down to find a small trail of blood, he looked up, following the path with his eyes, but his visibility was extremely hindered by the fog that had seemed to appear out of nowhere. He shined his flashlight into the gray, smoky veil, but that didn't help at all. It was like shining a light on a wall. Suddenly, he heard a stifled shriek, and he began running in the direction of the noise.
Joseph had stopped running, and was now walking at a fast pace, his hand shaking slightly. He had never been so rattled in his entire life. As his foot snapped against a rather large twig, he heard something move in the distance. He looked towards the noise, and watched as a dog walked slowly towards him. He was about to move away, when he noticed the dog was missing an eye, and a rather large amount of fur…and skin. The dog snarled as Joseph moved. His hand rose slightly and his grip tightened, and then the dog was on him.
Jill ran as she heard the scream, which was immediately followed by gunshots, and more screams. Jill moved as quickly as she dared with limited visibility. Her gun pointed into the air. She stopped when she felt a bullet whiz past her face. She took a few steps further and gasped, her stomach twisting itself into knots. Joseph lay on the ground, blood spurting from his mouth as dogs ripped at every available part of his body. A large portion of his throat was missing, and a few dogs had their snouts inside his stomach. Jill could hear the clicks as his nerves twitched and his fingers jerked against the trigger. She took a single step back, knowing that Joseph was already dead. Her heart stopped as a twig snapped underfoot. A one-eyed dog turned to look at her slowly, the sinew that should have been hidden beneath skin and fur contracting with the movement.
Chris stopped short as he saw Jill, her gun pointed ahead of her, her eyes wide with terror. He followed her gaze, and nearly gasped as he watched a pack of dogs rip Joseph apart. His had jerked around to Jill as a twig snapped in her direction. She was frozen, her eyes looked even wider, if that had been possible. He looked back to the dogs. Three of the dogs had been torn away from the ragged body by the prospect of fresh meat. One began to advance slowly, and then it took off. Chris reacted without thinking; he almost didn't even realize what was happening. His hand jerked up, and his finger twitched three times in rapid succession. Blood erupted from the dogs neck and chest, a few drops splattering against Jill's face. Chris ran to Jill, who had fallen down when the dog leapt at her. He grabbed her arm and pulled up.
"Come on! We have to go!" Chris commanded. Jill snapped out of the daze she was in and pulled herself up. The tow of them began running towards the sound of gunfire, obviously they weren't the only ones being confronted. Jill felt the cool metal of her Samurai Edge in her hands, and realized that she might lose it, so she shoved the gun in her hip-holster. She stumbled as her boot hit a tree root, but quickly regained her bearings. Jill heard the unmistakable sound of rotor blades. The trees began to sway as the speed picked up. Within seconds, Chris and Jill were watching Brad fly overhead; the team's only means of escape, gone.
"Hey, Brad! Where the hell's he going?" Chris screamed. Jill felt her stomach twist into a tight knot, and then do flips. Brad was leaving them. Yeah, they called him "Chicken-Heart Vickers", but she never imagined that he would actually leave them.
You'll get yours you son of a bitch.
Chris stopped, and Jill knew exactly what he was thinking. The sound of gunfire had stopped seconds before the helicopter took off, and she feared the worse. Chris turned around, and Jill followed suit. Chris raised his arm as a means of shielding himself from the bite of a lunging dog. A shot rang out, almost deafening Jill. The dog yelped and flew past Chris. Chris and Jill spun around to see Wesker standing behind them.
"Chris this way!" He commanded. Chris didn't hesitate, he grabbed Jill's arm again and took off. They heard gunshots behind them, each followed by a yelp. He heard the pounding of paws following right behind them, even a few jaws snapping. Chris gripped Jill's arm tighter. His mind was racing to find a solution, when the Spencer Estate rose through the fog.
"Jill! Head for that mansion!" Chris roared, he let go of Jill's arm and spun around, his gun shooting up in front of his face. He squeezed the trigger, and Jill heard yelps follow the ear-splitting shots. Her legs were aching by the time she actually reached the mansion. Her hand darted out and wrapped tightly around the door-handle. She squeezed and slammed her shoulder against the door. She heard a small crack and the door flew open. As she spun around, she saw that someone had placed a candlestick in the door handles. Obviously they wouldn't have kept anything that was actually trying out of the mansion.
Chris stumbled into the mansion, Jill was waiting by the door.
"Wesker and Barry are coming," he breathed, making sure that she knew they were still out there. Barry was through the door next, his massive frame doubling over as he gasped for breath. Wesker was next, his breath barely quickened. Jill slammed the door behind him, and her fingers fumbled over the antique lock. She pressed her back to the cool wood and slid to the marble floor.
"What the hell were those things?" Chris asked.
"Dogs," Wesker said, his voice calm and even.
"How the hell can you say that so calmly? Those weren't fucking dogs! Those were fucking monsters!" Jill screamed.
"Where the hell are we?" Barry asked, his ragged breathing calming down.
"The Spencer Estate," Wesker observed
"This place is enormous," Barry said.
"Hey, this is probably where Bravo Team is," Jill said. She realized that she had probably just stated the obvious and felt her cheeks heat up.
"Most likely. It's the only place for miles that would provide any shelter from those dogs," Wesker said, with heavy emphasis on the last word. Jill got the sudden urge to slap him across the face, but quickly suppressed it. Jill stood back up, her breath finally back to normal.
"What do we do now?" She asked. Suddenly, a gunshot echoed through the halls.
"Chris, Jill, you two go and investigate," Wesker ordered, "Barry and I will stay here. Don't want those things getting in."
Chris nodded and began walking towards the double doors. Jill positioned herself against the wall as Chris pushed the door open. He went in first, his gun steady in front of him. He walked forward, around a long dining table that occupied most of the dining hall itself. The only noise was the hollow tick of a grandfather clock sitting against the wall.
"Chris! Over here!" Jill said. She was kneeling by the fireplace. Her eyes had widened. Chris knelt beside her, his eyes already locked on what had Jill's attention. A small puddle of blood was mirroring the movement of the flames in the fireplace.
"Shit. Who's do you think this is?" Chris asked.
"Hopefully, a rabid animal's and not from anyone on Bravo," Jill answered, standing up and following the thin trail that led to a single door. Jill pushed the door open, and Chris followed closely behind her. She looked to the right, and saw nothing in the long, dark hallway. So she turned to her left. She walked slowly into the open area, and a small gasp escaped her lips. Chris rushed behind her and stopped dead in his tracks. Lying in the middle of the floor, was Kenneth Sullivan, a member of Bravo Team and father of two. Crouched over him was a man in tattered green blazer with deathly pale skin. Blood splashed onto Kenneth's face, and Jill gagged.
Chris watched in horror as the pale figure turned to look back at the duo. A moan escaped his blood-covered lips as his milky eyes locked onto their throats. Chris pulled his Samurai Edge from the holster and trained it on the man's chest.
"Freeze!" Chris ordered, but the figure only advanced on them, "I said don't fucking move!" The creature lurched at Jill, and Chris pulled the trigger. The man lurched back, thick blood oozing from the wound in his chest.
"That was a heart-shot. You shouldn't be standing!" Chris screamed at the man. Another moan slipped through his lips.
"What the hell is wrong with him?" Jill breathed. As the monster straightened, Jill pulled the trigger, her gun aimed at his chest. More thick blood splattered the wall, but the man didn't even falter. Chris and Jill both fired another three bullets each into the monster, before Chris blew its rotted brain onto the wall.
"What the fuck?" Jill breathed.
"He was decomposing, his blood is already coagulated, and he was eating Kenneth. Ring any bells in the world of horror?" Chris said, disbelief thick in his voice.
"He was…a fucking zombie?" Jill said, a hysterical giggle lacing the words.
"Regardless of this things fictional status, we have to report back to Wesker," Chris said. The two made their way back to the main hall, only to be greeted with another shock.
"Where the hell's Wesker?"
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AN: Sorry the chapter was a bit long, but I just couldn't find a good place to stop. I appreciate any constructive criticism you may have to offer. Thanks for reading!